#like look I respect the naturalness of horniness and such. But holy shit

[otter-pup]

so I have already been pretty quiet on here recently but uh. i kind of genuinely need to take a step back from sexual stuff for a while - nothing happened, i just think it is maybe a bit unhealthy how much of my time is taken up by Being Horny and Getting Off. like as much as those r both normal I do them too often, like. genuinely. idk when I’ll start being active again but thank u for understanding

[icebrooding]

A non-comprehensive first word-vomit of my thoughts abt Janthir wilds in non-chronological order:

Poky is my son and if anything happens to him I will commit Crimes of a very bad nature. I also called he and Braham would be great friends even before it got mentioned as a possibility right at the end.

I really like what they've done with the Warclaw; not only is the new skin extremely cute but I've been having so much fun w/ it's skills. Boing boing boing.

This soundtrack fucks REALLY hard??? Like holy shit??

Isgarren soft boy story reveal (but I already knew he was soft from SotO anyway but this is probably the most explicit we've had about just how soft--)

Greer is gonna have a lot of people horny for him, I can just kinda feel it? If people want to fuck the bog queen, I can imagine people also want to fuck the sexy-voiced Titan.

The 'boss segments' sure felt like boss segments, holy shit. I had no real issues on the first Greer and Decima fights but the one at the end actually caused me a lot of issues. Not sure how, but it did.

I really love the first half of the expac being this kind of 'low stakes' feeling adventure (and really FEELING like a good adventure, the way the maps are designed and their scale making exploring them SO good ouegh), and then the latter half is this slowly ramping 'oh fuck, Titans', culminating in 'oh fuck. /another/ titan.'

I somehow REALLY really appreciate the 'we cannot do this we need to retreat' stuff. I really liked the one at the end, the Commander's hesitance before calling off the pursuit. Feels like they've really learned over the years that rushing in isn't in their (or anyone's) best interest.

I genuinely always thought Sorrow was gonna be a polar bear. Did not expect a grizzly, but appreciate the subversion of my expectations. Even after her reveal I'd expected the lowland appearance to be an illusion of some kind, but nah. Girl straight up grizzly. Gotta respect.

On that note, I did have a joke going on for a few months of 'we walk into the lowland kodan lands and just find her sitting amongst them like 'oh shit'' so this was pleasant for me lmao.

Sincerely curious on how things will go between her and Isgarren after that little catfight. I don't wanna see Dagda crushed by losing her again :sadcat: She's like the kid caught between a really bad divorce--

Can Lyhr finally meet Rand again--

Can Stoic Alder be my new dad? And can he please not die I cannot bear (HAH) if anything happens to him either ; _ ;

where is zojja

Mildly upset that we're shown not to really remember Dagonet. I REMEMBER YOU, BIG BRO :crycat:

on that note did his voice get deeper

I feel like the horror of the White Mantle came across really strongly, as someone who (still, damnit) hasn't gone far in GW1, reading the notes around Syntri really painted a really gruesome and horrific image of the sentiments at the time... it was upsetting, to say the least.

Fuck? Ether towers and Jade Constructs though--

I would have appreciated any warning from my friend abt how going into the water of Syntri was like reliving my least favourite parts of Subnautica all over again.

I'm just gonna pretend we didn't talk to Anise at the end of the story LMFAO. I did not like that, honestly.

I KNOW HE WAS MENTIONED AGES BEFORE BUT ISN'T IT FUNNY HAHA IN SOME WAY THAT MABON, VOICED BY LIAM O'BRIEN, HAS AN ALIAS FUCKIN' NAMED "OBRYN"

spear aesthetic fucks even if i suck at it

Caithe getting to sit on the fireplace is iconic. queen behaviour

look, if we're (MAYBE) going to the domain of anguish (maybe isgarren can scream enough to open a portal again for us) then can we finally just bring legavo there and go ham? i'm sure it'll be fine.

more thoughts at another point when i can formulate sentences

[whomadewaffles]

Pjhazel incorrect qoutes Part 2!

this one feels more pj-centric so...sorry to the haters, but I think she's amazing so.

As last time, long post under the cut, sorry for not citing the sources, bad language and raunchy humour abound ect ect.. enjoy!

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Hazel: Pspspsps

Pj *walking over to her*: What are you doing idiot, trying to call a cat?

Hazel *frantically taking notes*: Holy shit it worked

*note: to me, Hazel is dog coded, and pj is very cat coded*

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*Hazel has a date with a girl at school, and pj is having a normal one about it*

Josie *gasps*:...You're JEALOUS!

Pj *clearly jealous*: I am NOT jealous. And I'll tell you why I'm jealous - Because I'm not jealous!

josie: You're not making any sense.

Pj:  - Oh and all of a sudden you're the President of Things that Make Sense?!

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Pj *talking to Mr .G with the club about the next meeting or something*

Pj: Cool, thanks, dad

*everyone staring at her*

Pj: Why is everyone staring at me?

Isabel: You just called Mr .G “dad”.

Pj: *scoffs* No, I didn’t, I said thanks, man.

Mr G: Do you see me as a father figure, girl?

Pj: No! If anything, I see you as a bother figure cause you’re always bothering me.

Josie *not one to miss out on messing with her best friend a little*: Hey! Show your father some respect.

Pj: I didn’t call him dad!

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Hazel *carves "pj + Hazel" into a tree*

Pj: What a nerd.

Pj *adds "4ever"*

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Hazel: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Pj: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

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*Hiking*

Hazel: Mother nature is beautiful

Pj *panting trying to catch her breath*: MOTHER NATURE IS A WHORE!!!!

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Pj: relax, Principle meyers won’t be able to trace this back to us.

Josie: Are you for real? He traces everything back to us! He traces things we haven’t even done back to us!

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Pj: You're wearing make-up.

Hazel: Oh, it's just eyeliner. Do you like it?

Pj: ... Looks okay... I guess.

*later*

Pj *freaking out to josie later*: she looked so good.

Josie: I know.

Pj: I'm so gay.

Josie: I know...

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Pj: Being horny 24/7 and a virgin is not for the weak.

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Hazel: Do you even have a self-care routine?

Pj: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

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Pj : Going overboard is basically 75% of my personality.

Pj: I'm a gorgeous hot mess.

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Hazel: Sometimes I worry I'm being awkward, but then I remember it's half my charm, so I redouble my efforts immediately.

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Hazel: Things look a little tense.

Pj: Don't worry, I'm gonna open with a joke.

Hazel: Please don't.

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Pj: But now they come for my girl?

Pj: My sweet, defenseless hazel?

Hazel: ...

Hazel: …I know how to make bombs.. I have 16 taekwondo medals, and I'm the best fighter in the club?! I killed someone with a football helmet?!

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Pj: Good news! I didn’t screw up!

Hazel: …

Pj: I screwed up less badly than usual!

Hazel: …

Pj: Screwed up with less immediate consequences than usual

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Pj: *drunk and hitting HEAVILY on Hazel*

Hazel *blushing*: Usually, I would love to take you up on the offer, pj, but you're too drunk to consent...

Stella-Rebecca: Aww, that's sweet, Hazel. I'm sure pj appreciates that you don't want to take advantage of her.

Pj: THE HELL I DO!

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*pj driving with hazel in the passenger seat*

Pj: I'd be really lost without you, Hazel.

Hazel: Pj! That's so sweet, I'd be lost without you aswell.

Pj: No, no, literally, where the fuck are we.

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Pj: Would you still love me?

Hazel: ...If what?

Pj: *voice cracking* No, that was the question..

*note: its pj's abandonment issues coming through*

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Pj: the power of women's history month is coursing through your veins

Mr.G: Women's histordeez nuts!

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*Warning: this is an ANGSTY one, my friends- don't worry, they work it out. As a sidenote; watch the scott pilgrim show if you haven't already. It's so good*

Pj: the truth is, I was too afraid to face you and my feelings

Hazel *angrily*: So you left without a word?!

Hazel: You made me feel like nothing.

Hazel: You we're afraid? Good for you!

Hazel: All I ever wanted was for you to see me.

Pj *holds back tears knowing she fucked up badly*

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Hazel: No, I'm not tired of being nice. Yes, I still just wanna go apeshit. These things can coexist, stop asking me.

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Hazel: my kink is saying something incredibly corny and watching you speed run the five stages of grief as you realize with horror you still want to fuck me.

Pj *pillow over her face*: I am begging you, Hazel, please get a new kink…

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Pj: Hazel figured out she can sneakily stick a note on someone’s back.

Pj: But she doesn’t know they should say things like “kick me”, so they just have cat facts on them.

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Hazel: You idiot!

Pj: I’m sure you’re right, but why?!

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Brittney: Can you come collect your freak of a girlfriend please, she's doing things

Hazel: No.

Hazel: I set her loose on purpose, she needed enrichment.

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Isabel: Ever since you started dating, you've become really nice and kind to Hazel. It's sweet

Pj: Well, duh, I'm not stupid. You don't bite the hand that fingers you, or whatever the saying is.

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Pj: I need bitches, how to I get bitches wise one 🙏🙏🙏

Rhodes: Well, first off, you gotta stop calling them that, girl.

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Pj: It's nice to see you again.

Hazel: Are you talking to my cooch?

Pj: Yes.

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Pj: Vulnerability is like so hard. If I told you anything sappy, Hazel, please know that I had to do hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment, regression, and abandonment issues.

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Hazel: Pj, people love you and care about you whether you like it or not. I love you whether you like it or not. And no matter how hard you try to push me away, I'm not going anywhere. So just get used to it, okay?

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Pj: I guess I’m just a bad person.

Hazel: No, you’re not a bad person. You’re a terrific person. You’re my favorite person. But sometimes you can be a real asshole.

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[tortoisebore]

I just saw your post abt chapter 8 so naturally i have to ask what kind of drunk are the marauders? (Ex: Happy drunk, sad drunk, horny drunk etc..)

i’m finally starting to get caught up on these again eeeeeeeeeeeeeee i love this one 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 (just doing remus & sirius or else this would be 5,000 words)

i feel like everyone has four phases of drunk. and every kind of drunk is different like wine drunk does not equal tequila drunk but for consistency’s sake let’s say this is a typical night out, we’re ordering an uber bc we’re all planning on getting fully drunk tn, we’re doing cocktails, we’re having fun

sirius is a party girl & has a pretty decent tolerance but once the third drink hits he’s on a downward spiral. he starts off very excitable—he’s happy to be here, he’s happy you’re here, he’s happy there’s a drink in everyone’s hand. phase two is the dancey phase. if the music is bad he’s just doing a little shimmy at the bar but if it’s good he’s physically dragging ppl onto the dance floor. if there’s not a dance floor he’s making one. remus hasn’t had anywhere close to enough to drink to dance by the time sirius is this phase of drunk so when sirius makes a beeline for him and pulls at his arm he’s all “oh my god sirius stop i’m not going to dance fuck off you’re so embarrassing” but sirius is like “SORRY CANT HEAR U OVER ALL THIS DANCING 🕺🕺🕺 GET UR ASS UP RN 💃💃💃” and sometimes remus gives in then but sometimes he has to be deeper into his own drunk journey to get anywhere near a dance floor.

sirius’ phase 3 is horny bc everyone has a horny phase when they’re drunk. this phase starts at the tail end of his fourth drink—he’s at the bar & takes that last little sip out of the tiny cocktail straw and then he’s getting tunnel vision going “remus remus remus where’s remus oh my god look at him he’s so fuckidnf sexy how does he do it get a load of that sweater holy shit 🫦👹👺🤭😛🥰 hot damn that’s my bb 🤩🥵😳🫠🥴😋.” and remus is only on his second phase of drunk right now & they’re rarely at their own respective horny phases at the same so sirius’ advances are brushed off a bit. like he’s sliding in behind remus & sticking his hands up his shirt and whispering all sorts of shit into his ear like “c’mon let’s go to the bathroom” and “wanna make u feel good” and “i’ll do anything u want pls pls pls need u so bad pls” but remus is very much not on the same planet and he’s like “we’re not gonna fuck in the bathroom u beautiful silly goose!! 😄 that’s crazy!! 😁 omg 😍 ur so so pretty!! 😄 ur my bf & we’re in love 🥰 can u believe it!!”

and sirius is pouty about it for a minute but by the time he finishes his next drink he’s officially in phase four which is the “life is so beautiful i love u all so much” phase. about 50% of the time this involves crying and the other 50% it involves going around the room hanging off everyone’s arm & giving a speech about “you’re all just my favorite people i can’t believe i get to know u all you’re so beautiful i love my life.” and by this point remus is in deep enough to give in when sirius throws himself into his arms and gives him a little smile & says “☺️ do u wanna dance w me 🙂🥰” so they have a song and a dance or four or five before it’s time to go home.

remus’ four phases of drunk are a little more subdued. phase one is the loosey goosey phase, he’s relaxed and not thinking ab all the things that are stressing him out and he’s less snippy after a couple drinks. but phase two is the loud talking phase. he’s feeling good he’s feeling chatty. he wants to tell u in depth all about this documentary he saw the other day about ancient global architecture designed around the summer solstice. he’s gesturing with his hands and his eyes are all big and he’s talking way too fucking loud. like…… way too fucking loud. people are starting to look over remus pls can u lower ur voice just a little this is getting weird

phase three is an extension of phase two. he’s still feeling good feeling chatty but now he’s getting all sappy and sweet and giddy. he’s looking at sirius across the room like 🤩❤️🫶💕🥹🥰���😘💞✨😍💖💓 and going “oh my god……oh my god. look at him. stunning” and sighing and waxing poetic to whoever’s next to him but there’s a 75% chance that it’s just a stranger at the bar. and then sirius comes over and he’s throwing himself all over remus going “need u so bad bby can we go home” and “i’m wearing that thing u like under here wanna see” but remus is too starry-eyed to take him up on it. like he’s not even rly listening bc he's too busy touching sirius’ face and watching the clips in his hair sparkle under the lights to do anything but gasp and ooh and ahh and be like “wow!! wow!! look!! at you!! oh!! my god!!”

but one more drink in and he’s officially entered his final horny phase, which is definitely less in-your-face than sirius’ but it’s about a hundred times more intense. normally sirius has simmered down a bit by the time remus’ phase four rolls around, but now remus is in deep enough to watch him a little more intently. like he’s giving less 🥰🤩💞✨😍💕 and more 😶🤤😵‍💫🥴🥵😏. and he’s not going to do much other than stare until they’re home (bc he’s absolutely not afraid of some pda but he’s possessive down to his bones & doesn’t want to risk anyone else watching sirius like that) and he always says he’s going to play it cool & keep them both in line until they’re out of there, but a few more sips of the right kind of liquor and it’s game over. so when sirius asks him to dance they’re 100% doing more touching and ogling and grinding than actual dancing bc the second remus gets his hands on sirius’ skin it’s lights out for his big ole brain, he’s running on caveman brain cells & caveman brain cells are just saying “pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty”

they’re probably getting kicked out of the club/bar eventually but like good for them go gays go !!

[crehador]

top 5 things u love about smic :>

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i've been so full blown obsessed with them for so long that i don't even know how to articulate all of the things i feel but this is a delightful question thank u and i will do my best to stay coherent

in no particular order

1) i mean look at them

like this is of course not the main thing that draws me to them but they are very aesthetically pleasing together lmao and why lie? that's definitely one of the things i love about them. the dark haired one and the white haired one is a combination that simply does not miss

of course it's not just their hair colors either, i love a good height difference ship but for smic i love that there's just a 1cm difference between them. the visual effect of ichiro growing throughout their knowing each other is so so so good to me. like him being quite noticeably shorter than samatoki in their tdd days, when he looked up to samatoki (literally) and idolized him, to being almost samatoki's height in the present when they're both leaders of their own divisions, more like equals than ever before

2) their unique ability to understand each other

ok so i'm actually very big on the family bonds (*komachan voice* KIZUNA) between the divisions, and i absolutely do not think ichiro is the only person who can understand samatoki and samatoki is the only person who can understand ichiro. i see them as both having many significant people in their lives, like yes i'm perpetually unwell about them but i also think they aren't each other's only important person

that said

i think both of them being big brothers thrust into a position where they have to essentially raise their younger siblings is a point of connection that really compels me. i think ichiro doing his best to take care of jiro and saburo is something samatoki can respect about him

and i like what that can mean for their tdd days. ichiro always being the oldest, and finally having someone he can look up to like a big brother. samatoki so used to being a big brother that it just comes so naturally to him to take care of ichiro too

kind of unrelated to this point but i've always found it sooooo funny to think of like what if they bonded over samatoki being like "my parents are dead" and ichiro being like "wow mine too" but then

then samatoki meets rei

and then eventually [redacted] as well lmaoooooo

3) the growing they have to do

i looove a good friends to lovers story, i looove a good enemies to lovers story, but i LOOOOOOVE a good friends to enemies to lovers story like holy shit

this is possibly the thing that compels me most about them, like the fact that they were so tight and then completely broke down? having to work back to good from that? mwah i can't get enough of that

and i think that breaking down is really important to them, it's not just unnecessary drama. in their tdd days, the way ichiro idolized samatoki was so unsustainable in the long run. he had to be a little broken to see that samatoki's only human too, that he isn't all powerful, that he's just a man. i think it's so important for ichiro to see that samatoki is just a man before he can love him like a man, rather than some sort of god figure

samatoki has his growing to do as well, of course, and i looove to see a version of him that really struggles with that. like i am obsessed with this hc of him going from being hellbent on being respected by ichiro to realizing he's like uncomfortably horny about being disrespected by ichiro lmao

4) bbmtc famblyyyyyy

alright this isn't technically smic-specific but i am really really obsessed with this future where bbmtc are one big family, and i can so easily see it happening when smic are together

samatoki is such a big brother that it would come so naturally to him to be a big brother to jiro and saburo too. and i think nemu would be a really good big sister and friend to them too. plus uncles rio and jyuto! jyuto maybe insisting he is nowhere near old enough to be anyone's uncle lol

my old hc before jiro changed what he called ichiro was that jiro would one day call samatoki aniki and i still grrrrrrrr want that to happen but i do like the canonical growth in jiro too so it's all asdlkfja;kldfj I WANT IT BOTH WAYS

anyway. i guess to relate this to smic, i love that they would both care for each other's families like they're their own (and rio and jyuto are family of course)

5) they're so intense about hating each other that i can easily imagine them being just as intense about loving each other

looove a smic that's just grossly ridiculously absurdly in love. like let them be cringe honestly. i'm obsessed with them but they're more obsessed with each other and that's exactly how i like it

[beaversatemygrandma]

So wow. This went from shooting a shot to talk to an old friend, to a weird sex dream about him, to talking further, realizing that there were unchecked feelings, to literally what would count as long distance 3rd base in like idk, two months. Holy shit. Why was i worried about this? 

Like, this started as me saying “Yeah, I’ll give you a chance once I’m back in the hometown and such.” to me literally exchanging pics with him within weeks. There’s a certain way he responds to any of them and just has a such a way with damn words that it just feels like I cannot wait for this to actually happen. And now, this may be TMI, but with the first pic i got from him, I cannot fathom that this was his literal first time doing it. Something about the way he managed to take it was just at just the right angle that I automatically let my horny thoughts take control of that whole damn thing. I’m sorry, but literally no dick pic has ever done that for me. Like none. But that? Goddamn. Helps him out a lot that he’s got a very nice one there. Which again, caught me so fucking off guard. And there’s even me giving him the flat out warnings that i do not keep hair under control ever due to sensitive skin and i straight get told that it looks better there. Not even going to be one who’ll beat around the bush to say that i should trim or anything, no. He flat out likes me fully natural better. It’s been a while since a guy could literally get me like THIS. And even better have the emotional connection outside of this. He’s just checking off every single one of my boxes after I was just giving him the benefit of the doubt. Like no, that’s not the weird guy who’d cling to me in high school. No no. That one has matured into somebody who I literally find almost perfect. Literally fucking perfect. He’s matured in just the right way that there’s this nervous confidence and honestly, a figure that’s just hot as all hell. I can’t get him out of my head at this point. He’s attractive, he’s got the communication down, he’s emotionally and sexually fulfilling, he’s just perfect for this. Like what. I haven’t even gotten back to my hometown to meet up and I’m already feeling these things. And this time, it wasn’t him slipping up with the L-word. Hell, *I* almost said it last night.

And I’m just here wondering how the Fuck I’d be his first. Like, how the hell do I manage to pick up a 23yo virgin who isn’t an incel? Like. This is a respectful and attractive one. Entirely. That boy shouldn’t be a virgin still. Impossible. But hell, I can easily do something about that once I make that 8 hour drive lol

And it definitely doesn’t even feel like he’s only after sex. I know of So Many who are there for that and nothing else. Nope. This one is very much keeping everything even. I get the flirting at times, I get the straight up sexual desire at others, I also get the random times where he just lets me ramble on for an hour. Hell, we still play pokemon together and it ends up with us literally crying laughing because i managed to clip him entirely out of existence for the third time. Thank you Union Rooms in Scarlet for literally being the perfect way to hang out while on the phone.

Memories of him are being mean to me though. Like, i swear i remember enjoying him being around back then, but the skittish nervousness and annoying everything was definitely there. But now, I can listen to his voice forever even though i swear i remember not liking it. But then again, it’s been a long time and it’s deepened in just the right way. He’s still a bit nervous though, but it’s not even in a bad way. Honestly, more cute than anything else. Just not very bold, which doesn’t even hinder him at all.

Yeah. So, i said i was in too deep a couple weeks ago. Yeah, no, that has nothing on now. It’s not just wanting to cuddle him and show him the world, which is still absolutely the plan, but flat out making him the main one. That’s not going to be yet another random FWB or something, no, I want this to be a real relationship. He broke the damn barrier. The demiromanticism doesn’t matter anymore, because he has reached the demi qualification and even without being around me physically. 

Looks like I’ve got a basically boyfriend now. This will be an interesting conversation to have with the ex and the one FWB. Like yeah, i just up an messaged an old friend i haven’t seen in years, reconnected, and now we’re dating, so. How’d it happen so suddenly? Well, it did. And I’m happy with this one. I haven’t felt this happy since i was first getting with my ex, we still talk, we’re still friends, but my god did everything just slowly die out. We had literally told each other than FWB would definitely be the option when in person again, but honestly, I may just leave him without benefits. He’s a good friend. The other one though. I hope this doesn’t mess up plans to become roommates. I mean, she’s got her whole polycule. She’ll be fine. Sure, i won’t be the main one like i was originally talking myself up to. Might not even be one. I was curious about polyamory, but honestly, i think i want this to be just me and him. At least for now. If it starts fading out like it did with my ex, then maybe I’ll bring it up. The fading out part hurts a little, but at least i don’t lose a person in my life with it.

And well, the best thing about all this happening, is that it’s the extra push to get my own shit done. I finally have appointments at the DMV made and shit getting done. I WANT To Be Back Home Already. Hell, this might be like April that I’ll be down there. I just want to be around my people again and there’s this fantastic bonus. And you know, having it be months before my original limit because of the money reasons. Hopefully this isn’t one that my mom looks at and just says the most off-handed thing about. Like with my ex, “I can’t believe you’re dating someone that... big.” Well, this is a skinny fucker who’s relatively attractive. And due to his odd allergies and such, I think she’ll approve of the random diet I’ll put myself on, which is just avoiding dairy like I should’ve done forever ago, but this time it’s because i want to make out with the guy and not fucking kill him. I have a feeling she’ll actually like this one for once. And that has literally never happened before. Not for the right reasons, given, but you know, that’s a guaranteed approval i think. Soft, kind, and polite, and the odd bonus of her not judging me for going for a big guy again (not to say it was a bad thing, I do have a weird preference here, but I’m going against it for this one. Too many things that I don’t want to look over. Either way, he’s perfectly fine.) 

He needs to stop being so perfect so early. I hope this stays just as in my head once I’m around him. I hope this doesn’t fuck up because right about now, it’s sounding perfect. Who knew that buzzed me telling him on New Years’ that I’d totally kiss him at the ball dropping if i had been there would start this entire damn thing up. Took two weeks and I think the last two weeks i flat out admitted to myself that I’d very much date this one. Really did go from him being too flustered to fully respond, to flat out asking to go further. Literally too flustered from the mention of a simple kiss to THIS. I’ve seen his dick and i want it and more lmao 

I hope this doesn’t fuck up, like really. I want him. I want his love and affection. I genuinely want this. HUGE 180 from what i used to think of him, that’s for sure. 

Still wondering why the hell i looked him over in the past... Still wondering.

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Hunka Hunka Burnin Love

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler

Requested: yes - nonnies ♥️

Prompt: You were cast in the role of Dixie Locke, Elvis' girlfriend from Memphis, which means you've spent quite a bit of time with the star of the show, Austin. He can't seem to keep his hands off of you on the red carpet and others are starting to notice. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Aus is kinda rough in this ngl but i think that's all?

Rating: M, it's pwp let's be honest here   ||     Word Count: 3986

A/N: it's been a hot min since i graced y'all with some smut, but i hope you enjoy this one cause i have like 3 more smuts queued for this week so BUCKLE UP BABES I HOPE U BROUGHT UR HORNY HATS

also let's play a game lolol i describe aus's outfit in this and i want y'all to send me pics of which outfit you think i'm describing lmao

🦋 mila

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You glance in the mirror one more time, fluffing up your hair with your fingers. You stick your lips out into a pout and peer into the glass before shaking your head with embarrassment. What are you doing? You shouldn’t be egging him on in public like this. It’s not professional.

Since being cast as Dixie Locke, one of Elvis’ ex-girlfriends, you’d been spending a lot of time together with Austin. Maybe a little too much time. It has been an honor playing the part and, although it seems small, you’ve filmed a large number of scenes with the leading man. As can be expected with a man as fine as Austin Butler, you found yourself catching feelings pretty quickly. Austin is just so handsome, sweet, and respectful. He’s irresistibly charming, practically magnetic. It’s only natural that you would fall in love with him.

Although you haven’t used the words “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” yet, you both know that your relationship is exclusive. Even though you’d made the decision together, you’d also agreed that it’s best to keep your relationship a secret until the press from the movie has died down.

As far as the public is concerned, you and Austin are friends. And you’re going to stay friends because that’s what is best for your relationship, both professionally and emotionally. Whether it was best for your sexual or mental well-being is a different question, but you push the thought out of your mind, turning around to check out your ass in the floor-length black gown. You heave a deep breath and exit the women’s bathroom. As soon as you step out, you hear your name being called by Olivia. You turn toward her with a smile, making your way over to where she’s standing. She holds out her hands and you take them with an excited squeeze.

“You look so incredibly hot!” Olivia says with a big grin. You pretend to pose for the camera, fluttering your eyelashes with a giggle.

“Thank you, but I’m nothing compared to you, queen!” you shout back, gesturing at her amazingly gorgeous white dress. She laughs and then twirls around with a curtsey.

“Holy shit…”

You whirl around at the sound of that familiar deep voice behind you. You know it’s Austin before you can even see him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you gaze over at him. He looks so incredibly handsome in a black suit with a subtle sparkle to it and a silky black scarf hanging loosely around his neck. Out of instinct, you bite your lip and smile at him as you catch his eyes tracing down your figure. You feel flustered, heat rising into your face and ears as Olivia starts a conversation with Austin about all of your outfits.

Soon, it’s time for you all to go out to the red carpet for pictures and interviews. You have been informed that most of your photos will be singular shots of you, but obviously a few will be taken with Austin since your characters are so close in the film. But for now, you’re about as far from him on the carpet as you possibly could be. You maneuver yourself onto your designated space on the carpet, propping a hand on your hip sassily. The dress was designed by Gucci and it hugs your body in all the right places. The black matching heels are extremely tall, elongating your legs in a way that makes them look impossibly tall and toned. You feel sexy, you have to admit. You glance to the right to flash a smile at some reporters shouting your name. Since you're looking the other way, it scares you when Austin’s hand expertly slides around the back of your waist.

“Hi gorgeous,” that low seductive voice of his practically moans into your ear. You flip around and smile up at him, unable to stop your eyes from darting down to his lusciously plump lips.

“Hi there,” you whisper back.

He is so beautiful and even more so when he’s staring down at you like that, with his eyes hungrily searching every centimeter of your body. You feel heat creeping back into your face again, so you avert eye contact and return to posing for the cameras. You let your hand momentarily rest on Austin’s chest, your fingers slyly pushing the half-buttoned fabric out of your way. His fingers curl around your waist and your hand on his chest, pulling you closer to him.

“You look so sexy, babe,” he says, bending his head down into your hair.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and your eyes go wide. He’s kissed your hand and your cheek in public before, but somehow this feels much more intimate. Much more dangerous. And he lingers for a moment, just a second too long.

“Thank you,” you reply, tossing your head back and away from him.

“You know, there's a place we could go for a while,” he says quietly into your ear.

Your surprise at his suggestion sparks a physical reaction as your ankle slips off the side of your heel. You teeter backward for a moment before Austin’s hand tightens around your waist to keep you from falling and completely embarrassing yourself.

“Jesus Christ, sorry,” you mutter and shrug with a nervous smile at the reporters who are erupting into a chorus of chuckles as they continue to flash their cameras.

“Weak in the knees for me, are ya?” Austin teases with a stupid smirk resting on his face. You choke out a chuckle and shake your head but his grip tightens around your waist. “It’d just be the two of us. We could…you know..."

You feel his fingers dropping lower on your back, starting to curve over the top of your ass. Your hand shoots back to bring his hand back up to your waist.

“Wouldn’t everyone notice?" you hiss. "I mean, you are the star. It’s not like you can just disappear for an hour without being missed.”

You push yourself out of his grasp and lean up to peck his cheek innocently. You’ve spent too much time together taking photos and are paranoid that the media will get suspicious.

“Just meet me in the back hallway by the bathrooms. I’ll take care of everything.”

He turns toward the cameras, smiling with a wave before moving on to a different section of the carpet to take photos with Helen, who plays Elvis’ mother Gladys. Your eyes can’t help but drift to his ass as he walks away, and you bite your lip as you think about grabbing onto it with all of your strength as he-

“Y/N here!” a photographer’s shrill yell interrupts your thoughts.

You finish up the last of the photos and then allow yourself to quietly sneak out of view. Playing a more minor character is about to work in your favor. It means that you can disappear for a while without anyone really noticing. But you would be absolutely mortified if any of the press catches you doing this.

Your heart races as you run along the quiet hallway, searching for the bathroom that you’d used earlier. You breathe a sigh of relief when you find it and press yourself against the cold brick wall outside of the door. The pull out your phone to check your messages. Tons from your friends, family and followers have wished you luck and sent lovely messages. But none are from Austin.

“You made it. Good.”

You glance up from your screen to see none other than your dirty little secret approaching you. He leans against the wall, positioning his hand near your head. You gulp nervously and crane your neck to peer up at him.

“What did you have in mind?” you tease, knowing full well what he has in mind, but refusing to believe that he would actually be so bold as to do it in public at an event for which he’s the main attraction.

He shrugs, quickly glancing around the hallway before leaning over you. His free hand travels up to cup your face, and he drags a finger down your cheekbone and onto your lips. As his fingertip slides down your skin, it latches onto your bottom lip, pulling it out and then releasing it. You giggle breathlessly, feeling your breathing speed up. His beautiful lips hang open, looking incredibly tasty and so suckable.

Your eyes trace his beautiful Cupid’s bow and you smirk up at him, sticking your neck even further out to reach his lips. You watch his jaw clench as he tilts his head, bringing his lips to brush against yours as you heave shaky breaths from your mouth. You reach out to grasp onto the collar of the black dress shirt, the silk feeling satisfying in your fingers. You try to yank him closer to you, but he resists. He brushes his lips against yours again and you inadvertently whimper, tightening your grip on his shirt. He pulls back, the air between you suddenly filled with a cold breeze. You huff out of frustration and flatten your lips into a hard line.

“Get in the bathroom,” he commands.

You huff again but gather the ends of your dress and enter the women’s bathroom. Once inside, you stand perfectly still, the potential consequences of this decision starting to hit you. The realization that you and Austin haven’t done anything more than make out is also beginning to settle in your gut. You don’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because when Austin bursts into the bathroom, his hands are on you immediately. He grasps the sides of your face and pulls your lips onto his. You reach up to grab his wrists, already feeling breathless.

He walks you back until your ass hits the wide marble-countered row of sinks. His hands slide down your neck, lingering around your throat for just a moment before releasing the pressure and trailing down your shoulders to rest on the outside of your thigh. He grasps your skin tightly through the dress and hoists your legs up and around his waist so that he can slide you back onto the counter. The combination of the smooth marble and the expensive silk of your dress propel your body backward, and you slam into the wall-length mirror mounted above the sinks. As your back makes contact with the glass, your lips break apart and you gasp.

Austin takes that opportunity to reach over with his long arms and slam the door to the bathroom shut before twisting the lock. You lean back against the mirror and you finally have a minute to take in the dripping sensation in your pussy. Austin returns to his position at the edge of the counter and relatches his fingers onto your thighs, pulling you into him. You groan at the contact of your throbbing heat to the hard length you can feel through his pants. You can tell by its firmness that he’s had this erection all night. You giggle at the thought of him trying to hide it.

He smirks, grabbing onto your jaw and smashing his lips against yours. His hand reaches underneath the dress to slide slowly up your thigh, pinching at the skin so hard that you wince into his lips.

You reach down to pull on his belt buckle, jerking him against you harder. You moan when he groans into the kiss. His lips slip off yours and turn to your neck, biting and sucking all over the skin below your jaw. One of your hands travels up his toned frame and into his hair, yanking hard on the golden curls. Austin moans into your neck, and you begin to buck your hips, begging for more contact. Austin pulls back and reaches further up your thigh, latching his fingers around the band to your panties before harshly moving the fabric to the side.

He gently runs a finger up your slick folds. You shudder underneath his touch and grip harder onto his hair. He smirks in response, biting your earlobe and pulling it with his teeth. The combination of his hot breath tickling the inside of your ear and the shot of pain on your lobe makes you throw your head back with a gasp. He runs another finger over your folds and then gently slides one inside. He places his thumb on your clit, circling it while he pumps his finger in and out of you. You wiggle onto his long, slender finger. It’s not enough, you need more.

“More,” you whisper through a breath, in between moans. “I need more.”

“Dirty girl,” he growls, moving straight into three fingers.

He wastes no time, either, slamming his fingers in and out of your folds faster than he was before. You begin to feel the pleasure swell in your stomach, and your hips move against his hands as he returns to assault your neck. He bites onto the skin and pulls it between his teeth. Your hand moves to grab Austin’s shoulder, pulling his hand deeper inside of your soaking wet pussy.

He hits the spot where you need him most, and your head falls back against the glass, projecting your moans into the room. Your free hand deftly unlatches his belt and pushes it out of the way before unbuttoning his pants and sliding into his underwear. You grab onto his length and run your fingers over the dripping tip, feeling the slimy precum leaking out of him. He growls as you begin to pump him.

You gasp for air when his fingers slide out of you and glare down at him. His hair is disheveled, the curls wildly twisting this way and that. He sticks his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the skin and pulling each finger out with a pop. You bite your lip, moaning quietly at the sight of him sucking your juices down.

“Get down, turn around, bend over,” he orders and you obey, sliding off the counter and turning around.

He approaches you, running his fingers down your sides and onto your ass. Then he crouches to run his fingers up your legs, toward the inside of your thighs and then up onto your ass. He pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. You shudder under his teasing touch, arching your back to push your ass closer to his hands. You giggle breathlessly as you feel his fingers curl around the waistband to your panties, pulling them down to your ankles. His fingers grip the inside of your thighs and spread your legs.

He runs a soft hand over your ass before spanking it with an open palm. Your body jolts forward and you suck in another breath of air. He leans forward, biting the skin of your ass, before moving to pull his pants down. You watch over your shoulder as his dick springs free and bite your lip at the size of it. He smirks and gives himself a few good pumps before walking toward you. His fingers slide against your folds again, pumping into you. You arch your back in response, letting your top half lean against the counter for support.

“So fucking wet, baby girl,” he hisses. “So fucking wet for me.”

You moan in response and arch your back even more to let him know that you want his dick inside of you now. He understands and immediately pushes into you with no complaints. You whimper, knowing that his full length is stretching out your walls. You wind your waist in a circle around him, gripping at the roots of your own hair to offset the pleasure. He hisses, slapping your ass hard before digging his fingers into the skin. It hurts, and you yelp in pleasure.

He begins to slam into you. Mercilessly. The sounds of moaning and skin hitting skin echo around the hollow room. As your noises bounce off the walls, you suddenly remember that you're in a public place. You feel Austin’s hands circle around to the front of your thighs, gripping onto the skin and pulling your legs against him so that he could fuck you deeper and harder. You scream out as his full length slides in and out of your wet folds with ease. With each thrust, your pussy grows more and more sensitive and the waves of pleasure build higher and higher. Mimicking these feelings, your moans rise higher and higher, sucking the breath out from your stomach and throat.

“Fuck baby you’re taking me so good,” Austin says with a groan.

You moan back in response, unable to speak as your body begins to shiver under his force. At this point, you are hardly moaning and making more of a high-pitched barking sound instead as you approach your peak. Your ass and thighs slam back against his legs with so much force, that you can feel your ribs knocking against the edge of the marble counter. You can already feel your legs burning and beginning to shake under the force of his thrusts. Your knees begin to buckle as you cum, and you grip onto the sides of the counter with white knuckles. You try to steady yourself as your body shakes uncontrollably, tears brimming in your eyes from the stimulation.

“Fuck, Aus…” you groan out as you come down from your orgasm.

You hear his pleasure-filled moans behind you as he pumps himself to completion. Your legs are vibrating with pleasure and you remain still out of fear that you won't ever walk again. Austin's breath is still hot against your skin. The room is full of your panting breaths. Your fingers are white with the pressure of holding so tightly onto the counter, trying to support your body weight. Austin releases you and pulls back to readjust himself and comb through his touseled, sweaty hair.

He smirks with a chuckle and reaches out to grab the end of your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He pinches it and runs his tongue over his teeth and lips before winking. His arms snake around your waist, gently turning you around and pulling you against him. His fingers tangle in your hair, scratching your scalp. You close your eyes at the comfort, humming softly.

“You should clean yourself up, baby girl. I’ll give you a few minutes and then see you out there,” he says in between pants.

He presses his hot, sweaty cheek against yours for a moment and then kisses the outside of your ear before leaving you alone in the bathroom.

You manage to hold yourself up long enough for the door to shut behind Austin, but the moment he vanishes, you feel your shaking muscles give out and you lower yourself down as gently as you can onto the ground in the bathroom. The cold, hard tiles feel good against the hot, swollen skin of your thighs. You lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes, trying to get your breath back to normal. After a few moments of rest, you reach down to pull your panties back up, wincing as you lift your hips and legs to pull the fabric over your ass cheeks.

You grab onto the wall, dragging yourself to stand. As soon as you put pressure on your legs, you groan. Your knees start to buckle and you lower yourself down again. You take a few more deep breaths and try again, working through the soreness this time, although you have to lean heavily on the wall for support. If anyone were to walk into the bathroom at this moment, they probably would ask if you needed an ambulance.

You look like a baby giraffe just learning how to walk, with your knees pointed inward and legs spread out. You gently try to bring your legs together, feeling them shake violently with the pressure of your body weight. Whimpers fly through your mouth as the sore lips of your pussy touch. You waddle over to the sinks, bent at the waist and too afraid to stand up quite yet.

You glance at yourself in the mirror and audibly gasp. Your hair is completely ruined. It looks more like a bird’s nest than a sexy messy updo. Your red lipstick is smudged over the edge of your lips and even down your jaw, onto your neck. You lean forward to touch your lips, immediately clocking how swollen and red they are from the relentless attack of Austin’s teeth and lips sucking and biting the skin.

You reach over the counter to grab at your purse. Thank god Christine, your stylist, has given you access to the lipstick you are wearing tonight. And thank god you always carry a small comb in your bag. You start with the lipstick first, using a damp paper towel to erase as many of the smudged red marks as you can. You also dab at some of the black eyeliner which has turned your undereye into a raccoon's. As carefully and best you can, you reapply the lipstick and brush your eyelashes back into place with your fingertips. Finally, you unclip the ties and bobby pins from your hair to rake the comb through your locks. You’ll never be able to recreate the masterpiece that Christine had, so you use some water to slick your hair back into a ponytail. You're sure that people will wonder why and how your hairstyle miraculously changed halfway through the evening, but you could always pull the “it was hurting my head” routine.

You readjust your dress the best you can, pulling it into place and spinning around to make sure you don’t have any noticeable stains. Glancing once more at yourself in the mirror, you shrug and exit. It’s not gonna get much better than this with the materials you have at your disposal.

You exit out the back door of the building and into the crowded press area to join your castmates. It takes everything in you not to wince as you walk, each step aggravating the soreness in your thighs and crotch. You smile at Olivia as you sidle up next to her and, out of the corner of your eye, you watch as she does a double take.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” she asks, leaning over to whisper into your ear. You nod.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just that you were sort of limping as you walked over here,” she replies with a shrug.

Oh yeah…you know it was leg day yesterday and I’m just feeling extra sore. Plus, the heels don’t help.”

You laugh nervously as Olivia’s eyebrow quirks. She sizes you up momentarily before straightening her head to pose for a cast photo. While your concentration is pulled to the side, focused on Baz relaying a story to the press, you feel a familiar warm hand slide around your waist. Austin has joined you.

You immediately feel heat rising into your ears just thinking about what you’ve done. You sheepishly glance over at him. He smirks and winks ever so slightly at you, and you can’t stop the coquettish giggle that escapes your lips.

“You sly bitches,” Olivia whispers. “I knew it wasn’t leg day yesterday.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, eyes wide with horror. You feel Austin’s grip around your waist tense.

“You two seriously have no idea how fucked out you look, do you? Oh don't worry, I won't say anything. But I did have a sneaking suspicion that you were together,” Olivia laughs. She tilts her head to address Austin. “Fucked her that good, did you Austin?”

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hide from your own embarrassment as Austin’s face heats up into a bright lobster red.

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[chil2de]

Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

[thequibblah]

hi idk if anyone else has mentioned this but i was rereading the lily slytherin au (yes REreading because you are so damn talented i couldn’t do it just once) and i felt like it was really intentional the way you had james call her magic and the way she reacted to it bc 1. obviously horny but 2. she’s been told her whole life she doesn’t belong in this place and feeling like she has to prove herself and him calling her magic when it’s the thing that these awful bigots tell her she doesn’t deserve and shouldn’t have is just super impactful and significant??? and i am losing my mind?? idk if I’m reading too much into it but holy shit. like. Holy Shit™️

ah thank you you're a sweetheart!!! and im so glad you picked out that line, it's definitely one of my fav bits

and not to respond to your comment with a fucking essay but 1. short answer you are not reading into it, of course that is why it affects her A Lot 2. "obviously horny" made me laugh so thank you for that

but also

here is the essay

part of the reason i was like oh it would be fun to have him say this isn't just that it would mean so much to lily although that was a consideration. it was (as some commenters have pointed out) a very easy, almost thoughtless thing for him to say!

it's not even like this is a deeply considered compliment he gives her, after having picked up on an insecurity, which is the way/reason he says "you're sweet, lily" — he knows this running thread that preoccupies her all the way from "i'm glad i'm not the only bad influence on your life." he knows that his moral worldview is very binary (a classic james potter trait) but hers can't be and that shows in all their arguments about the slytherins (even in canon when she defends sn*pe to him). but here he also realises she wants goodness to be easy and inherent in respect to herself. which is why he tells her — and he believes it, ofc — she's sweet!

but this, you're magic, is totally the opposite of that. for one he's not really. Thinking much in the situation LOL so it literally slips out, but also magic to him is so different from magic to her. to her magic is unattainable as much as it's within her grasp, it's special but it's so difficult, it's something she has to try at, it's something she has to hold onto for dear life for fear that itll be taken from her. being told you're magic is like being told you are deserving of that specialness.

but for james — magic is a fact of his life. he's never not had it. he's never not known it. that doesn't make magic mundane, though — it just means every clever trick, every illusion, everything that takes effort to accomplish requires magic and the patience to understand it or to figure it out. magic just is, and it's so much more straightforward to him, and when he says lily is magic he means she's just... her presence in his life is right. like, duh, of course. it's less about being special (to him this literally doesn't matter, not just because well of course she's special but because he's grown up having been told he's special, the spoiled brat, and the idea doesn't hold much shine to him) and more about being something he can look at and feel arrested by, and want to puzzle out, as opposed to the muggle view of magic as better when it's unexplained. you love something more after you know it

(sidenote, i feel like the popular james is into transfiguration hc originally came about because of mcgonagall and the animagi, but now i love it for its thematic reasons: that this entire discipline is about change and conservation, how much can you change something with magic, can you change it entirely, can you alter its nature? it is just so lovely to me that this character who grows so much as a teenager might be drawn to the magic of transformation. and yet at the same time there's a certain level of pseudoscience to it in a different way from potions — transfig is almost like physics in that it's easier to change something into something similar, there are laws governing how it works, etc. — and you can kind of feel out the logic to this, and see him as a problem-solver, someone who takes things apart to figure out how to put them back together)

anyway, this is a dynamic i like playing with a lot with these two in all universes — opinion and fact and what compliments mean to each of them coming from the other. like, to lily what is so charming about james giving her a compliment is that it's almost impatiently delivered, like keep up, of course you're brilliant, everyone knows. it's almost like he's complimenting her on behalf of everything. and since she's so often (in canon and in my AUs anyway) coming into a world that he's familiar with, it's like a welcome from that world at large. james on the other hand, as you might expect from someone with outsize self-confidence, doesn't really give a shit about what everyone else thinks — what does she, specifically, think?

wow i really just went the fuck on huh

[blackacre13]

Not a prompt but what’s your opinion on how the other girls think/feel about Lou? In my opinion, Amita is Slightly scared/intimidated by her. Constance looks up to her and wants to be like her, Daphne I think has a crush on her, Nine thinks she’s cool and Debbie is completely in love and obsessed with her. 

I’d pretty much agree with what you’re saying in a nutshell! There’s going to be variations in different fics and such but in my mind—

Debbie: Lou is one of the few people that she trusts when it comes to anything—personal or professional. Current relationship or not, they definitely have a past where they’ve worked together as partners, run the same jobs as part of a larger team, maybe even competed against each other in some way. And in any world, I’d say they’ve hooked up/had a casual sort of friends with benefits personal relationship at the least but more likely had an even deeper connection/couple relationship that could’ve blossomed out of that or happened naturally. I think Debbie values Lou and Danny’s opinions above all others and Lou’s the highest (because she still wants to one up Danny and Lou is the person who amps Debbie up and sees how amazing she is/can be). I think she’s jealous of Lou’s swagger and confidence in herself because Deb is secretly insecure though she doesn’t carry herself that way, and she only really shows her vulnerability/lets her guard down around Lou.

Tammy: With Tammy, I think there’s a pinch of intimidation left but she’s pretty much gotten to that point where she can go up to Lou and say, cut the bullshit, I know you, but I think it definitely took time/a history to get there. She definitely has a respect for Lou but at the same time both Lou and Debbie drive her crazy and she feels the need to parent them a little. When Lou or Debbie are stubborn about something or each other even, Tammy is usually the tiebreaker/mom/therapist/teacher involved. I think she has a “you better protect her” attitude to Lou about Debbie but the same goes in reverse.

Nine: I like all of the headcanons about Lou being a parent figure of sorts for Nine. I think Nine is quiet/laid back with this sort of mutual respect for Lou that Lou holds for her. They both have their side hustles/businesses and I think Lou has great respect for Nine’s hacking/tech smarts and is in awe of her but Nine is impressed by Lou in return. I definitely get this bromance/mutual respect vibe from them. And Nine loves that while Debbie is “in charge”, Lou is the only one who can get away with secretly calling some shots like bringing Nine on board knowing that Debbie trusts her and will just go along with it no matter what kind of a show she puts on and Nine likes to use this to her advantage.

Constance: Con is most definitely Lou’s favorite adult child. I am all about Constance calling Lou dad or stories where Lou pulls her off the street. Any variation of that. She is definitely the team member who would describe Lou as being “cool” and looking up to her in more of a style/personality way than her success as a criminal/business person etc. I think they share music taste and the thrill of adrenaline and Con is just enamored with seeing an adult who still “gets it” and keeps reliving her glory days throughout her life and it inspires Constance in a way. She definitely really values Lou’s opinion.

Amita: I think Amita is a bit intimidated by Lou, and more so when she’s approached by a team dynamic of Lou and Debbie. I don’t think she’s scared. She likes her. But she’s definitely like holy shit this woman could snap me in half if she wanted but also I give her mad respect. She may even be a bit wary of Lou because it seems like she has a past with the Oceans and their line of work but by now, Lou seems to have passed her tests of trust.

Rose: Rose is ABSOLUTELY scared of Lou but like the *mark me down as scared and horny* meme. Let’s be real. She’s an anxious bean when it comes to meeting anyone so someone as smooth and skilled and confident as Lou is going to terrify her because it’s the opposite of how she presents herself. She likes Lou and she even wishes she was able to be more like her, but I think she gets nervous easily around her but in a way that she wants to do well/impress her.

Daphne: I think Daphne is flirty with Lou, yes, but not out of a real crush, more just, this is the person in this group I have selected as the most attractive so why wouldn’t she want me in return? (Though I doubt Lou would give her the time of day or it would be meaningless flirting on par with how lou interacts with all the other crew members but Daphne misinterprets that) Her talk when Lou and Deb reveal the whole plan and pinning it on Becker seems very in line with how she views Lou: cool, glamorous in this dark and mysterious way that’s different from her fame but intrigued her more like she’s doing a character study than wants to actually be her friend/date her though.

[jarofstyles]

Dirty Business III- Cappuccino

A/N: Hope y’all are ready for this one. 

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: smut, cheating, hints of angst, mentions of abuse

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Harry woke up to a softly breathing Y/N. She was laying on his chest, cuddled up tight. Truly? He didn’t think he had ever seen a scene more beautiful. With the Paris sun bleeding through the sheer curtains and lighting up all the aspects of her face, he was incredibly lucky. Quite possibly the most beautiful woman in the world. 

“Mm. Baby?” He murmured, moving her hair so he could see her face perfectly. His lips came to kiss her forehead, then her nose. Stroking her cheek, he was happy to be with her. Happy to hold her close and be the one she chose to have. After all these weeks he had given in and it never felt so good. “Want to see those eyes.” The pretty eyes he loved looking at. She was bare of makeup and her freckles were showing, her lips still swollen from their passion last night. He couldn’t imagine something more beautiful.

Y/N woke up to the warmth of the sun tickling her face, Harry’s voice and soft touches bringing her out of the dream world she was in. She hummed at the feeling, a smile coming onto her face as she realized that this really was real life, she wasn’t at all dreaming. 

“Good morning...” She spoke in a sweet but raspy voice, eyes fluttered open to see him already looking down at her with a smile. He was so beautiful, everything about him. Y/N let her hand move to cup his cheek, her smile widening as she saw his dimples form. They were her favorite. She leaned in to kiss him, sweet and gentle, holding him there just savoring the beautiful moment. She was in Paris with the man of her dreams, what else could she possibly want? 

The phone ringing brought her out of the moment, her lips moving to kiss all over his face muttering a bunch of no’s because she didn’t want him to be distracted. He let out a groan when she went down to his neck. He picked up the phone, answering a tired ‘hello’. It was Caroline. God damn it. He had been ignoring her calls, not wanting to talk. He had told her anyway that he would be in Paris and couldn’t talk. 

“Jesus— Caroline, I told you I’m not able to talk while on this trip. Why have you called me 12 times?” He asked, brows furrowing. He relaxed a little when Y/N crawled on top of him, running her hands down his chest. He didn’t like the look in her eye. “Yes, I’m ignoring your calls. I told you multiple times that I’m busy. I have meetings every day.” It wasn’t a lie. He did have many meetings. But Caroline was whining and saying how he should be checking in on her because they were dating and it just— pissed him off. “I’m done with this, Caroline. I think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.” He ground out, seeing Y/N’s eyes light up. That pleased her. It pleased him too. But then the hysterics started on the other line.

“Is it her? Is that bitch with you?” Caroline asked, “Hazza baby, please, you can’t do this over the phone! Thought you had more respect for me!” She shouted, tears clearly in her eyes. It was early in Paris but probably even earlier in New York, why was she even awake? “I thought we were doing so well and then she showed up! What? Am I not rich or young and hot enough for you? That job changed you. I thought I knew you!” 

Y/N was grinning ear to ear, he had ended things with Caroline right in front of her. She won, she had really won. Y/N pressed kisses all across his chest, rocking her hips over his a bit as well because god, did that make her horny. When his body responded positively to it, Y/N went the extra mile, bringing her hand down so she could slide him inside of her. A small moan escaped her, biting down on his shoulder as she sat up and started slowly bouncing on his cock. Her hands were holding her tits up, gripping at them so he could see just how good it felt for her. Y/N smirked down at him, her head falling back in pleasure. God this was the life.

“Oh my god.” He groaned. Mostly because Y/N was on his cock. The hottest thing he thinks he’s ever seen, his new girl, the one he should have had all along, riding him with effort. Caroline would never do this. It was always missionary. “Don’t call her a bitch. She’s lovely. Always treats me well, is amazing with business.” He growled. He didn’t like anyone saying shit about Y/N. “I told you, my job comes first. The first time we started dating. I’m done with having to explain this shit to you.” He hissed. Y/N felt so damn good, his hand coming up to grab her waist. “You obviously don’t know me. Stop calling me that name, it’s annoying. We can talk when I get back but... it doesn’t change anything.” His breathing caught when he saw her hand go down to her cunt, rubbing at it. Fuck, it was so wrong for this to be so hot. But it was. “My life is changing quickly and... fuck, it’s so good.”

Seeing him angry was only getting her going more, biting back moans though really she should just let Caroline hear. Let her hear how good she felt on her man’s cock. Y/N had been moving at a steady pace on his cock, speeding up when she felt his hand on her waist. 

“Oh daddy! Feels so good!” She moaned out, smirking at the look on his face because she knew Caroline could clearly hear her. 

“Oh my god— Harry, are you serious?” Caroline screamed, “She’s with you?” She couldn’t believe it, but she better. Y/N ready had come in and swiped Harry right up and there was nothing she could do about it. 

“Fuuuuck!” Y/N moaned out, rubbing faster at her clit. She could hear a little bit of what was going on on the phone and she was extremely turned on by the prospect. It was the competitive nature in her, her primal part wanting to show off that she had in fact claimed him for her own. She loved it.

Harry’s mouth opened and he looked at Y/N in shock. Holy fucking shit. Never in his life had sex been this hot, this naughty. She was fucking him, riding his damn cock when he was talking to his soon to be ex. 

“God damn it—“ He hissed. It was hot and wet, warm around his cock and he was watching her bounce and the noises— he was in love. 

“Harry! What the fuck! Are you cheating on me?” Caroline cried loudly. Y/N was giving him the best sex of his life and he was dying. 

“S’not cheating— we broke up.” He panted, his hand moving up to grab at her tits. He felt like an asshole but— this was too good. Way too fucking good. He didn’t expect Y/N to grab the phone though, the screams and yelling still being heard through the phone.

“Mmm fuck— sorry honey, didn’t I tell you jealousy would get you no where?” Y/N panted, moving her hips at a quick pace. “I tried to be nice, but apparently I’m a bitch— oh fuck! Harry!” She whimpered, deciding she wouldn’t hang up until she did. Y/N knew it was bad, she knew she shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t help it, not when the girl had dug her own grave. Y/N put the call on speaker, throwing the phone to the side while she leaned down and pressed a hungry kiss to Harry’s lips. She kept her hips moving quickly, grinding down on him and feeling her walls clench from just how good it was. She liked having control, mostly because she could make it hit all the right places. “So good, isn’t it daddy? Tell her how good my cunt feels.” Y/N growled. She was quite the sex addict, loved to do crazy and wild shit. She loved the thrill of it all. It was due to being around the business for so long, watching businessmen drool over her and other women. It was all about claiming the men, who had the hottest wife and the best sex life. She wanted Harry to have the best and be the best.

“God— it’s so fucking good.” He knew it must hurt to hear because he never acted like this during sex with her. You could hear how wet she was and how good the sex actually was. He was thriving. He wasn’t fucking around. “Best fucking pussy. Jesus— keep riding me like that” he breathed, grabbing her waist and moving his legs so he could contribute, thrusting up into her pussy. That’s when Y/N started going crazy, the sensitive spots getting hit over and over again. 

“Harry! Stop right now! What is wrong with you? Why would you do this?” Caroline shouted through the phone. He could hear and it only made him fuck harder into her, Y/N falling forwards slightly on to him. He held her back, continuing his thrusting up into her cunt. 

“Never been this good, you’re so sexy. Fuck me.” He painted, feeling her clench hard around him. She was a crazy bitch and he loved it.

Y/N couldn’t stop smiling, practically growling and purring at the situation that was unfolding. It felt so fucking good, the thrill of having Caroline on the phone making all that more hot and taboo. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning louder, from fucking him harder. She wanted to show her what good sex sounded like. 

“Hang up if you don’t like it! Or are you enjoying it, hmm? Bet you wanna fuck me too, don’t you, princess?” Y/N chuckled mischievously. She knew she was hot, knew she could get any guy or girl she wanted. “Want me to fuck you right in front of him? Bet I could make you scream for me too.” Y/N could tell even Harry was going wild at that thought. She was so horny, felt like she could go all day long. Her entire body was buzzing, fucking Harry like a wild rabbit. Her moans were erotic, whiny and full of pleasure. Y/N felt like she would explode right then and there, the coil in her stomach tightening till she was on the very edge.

In his eyes, Y/N was a temptress. A crazy, beautiful, plotting little slut, and Harry loved it. He couldn’t believe this was happening and how good it was to actually be doing this fucked up shit but Y/N was all for it. He felt a bit rabid himself, flipping them over so he had control again. His fucks were hard and fast and the sounds were erotic, Y/N letting out whiny little ‘Uh’s’ and ‘fuck me’s and ‘daddy!’ Over and over again. She was clinging to him in a different way than last night. 

“Cum for me, Y/N.” He leaned down and muttered some more filth. “Getting off while my ex is on the phone, showing her who owns my cock now, hm? Being so filthy and dirty, I love it baby. My precious little slut, make a mess. Gonna fuck you every day.” He promised. He didn’t care if she could hear it, he wanted Y/N to know that he was going to put her pleasure on the forefront. “Better pussy, better mouth, better moans... the perfect woman.”

“Oh fuuuuuck!” Y/N whined as she came, she screamed so loud she was sure the entire hotel had heard her. The fact that Caroline still hadn’t hung up? That was the kicker, she wasn’t sure why the girl was doing this to herself, but it was all more exciting for Y/N as she made a mess all over Harry’s cock. She was shaking in pleasure, clawing down Harry’s back. She was positive he had never had sex like this before, Y/N would show him a whole new world in that respect. “Cum for me daddy, fill me up, fuck—” Y/N would gladly have his child if she wasn’t on birth control. Y/N bit at his neck, left a mark right on his collarbone that was a deep purple color. She didn’t want one on his neck, he had to be an appropriate business man. Once he officially got her father’s job, she’d be able to make him up all she wanted.

The bite triggered his orgasm, the sharp pain making him gasp and shake slightly as he grunted, filling her up quickly. He groaned, burying his face in her neck one she let go of his skin, panting. At the squawking on the phone, he hung it up and panted. 

“Holy fucking shit.” He hissed. “That was so hot, baby.” He couldn’t get over it. It had gotten him off beyond his dreams to see Y/N take control and be a bitch to her. It was hot, it was new, and he loved it. “You’re unbelievable.” He peppered her in kisses, feeling them both coming down from their orgasms. “Good fucking morning, baby.” Is this how life with her would be? Exciting, hot morning sex? Kinky and taboo shit? He didn’t know she had that in her, that people liked that outside of online forums he went on.

“Good morning, daddy.” She cooed, pressing kisses to his lips and smiling against them. “Hopefully she won’t bother us again, hmm?” Y/N smirked, “but if she wants me to fuck her too, then I guess I will.” She hummed, pushing Harry’s hair back. They were all sweaty now, hot and sticky from the sex. “Wanna take a shower? Can order some breakfast and chill out till your meeting.” She offered, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Want me to come with you?“ She wasn’t a stranger to going to business meetings, usually they were with her father but she could go with Harry too. “I don’t mind staying here, have some business to attend to anyway..” Y/N didn’t mind either way, she’d meet him out for dinner later anyway. Also had some sexy lingerie to wear as well.

“Hm... whichever you’d like. If you’re busy, it’s okay. I just... don’t really feel like letting you go.” He admitted. Harry was never clingy in past relationships. Touchy, sure. But he felt clingy and needy with Y/N in ways he hadn’t before. This truly was a whole new thing for him. “Let’s shower though.” He picked her up and heard her giggles as he held her to his body, walking to the luxury shower. She was only placed down once he got to the counter because he was sure her legs were still a bit wobbly. “I like being around you.” He looked past her and into the mirror, smirking when he saw the mark. “Ah. Marking your territory?” He chuckled as his finger poked gently at the darkening mark. She had made quite a pretty, dark mark and he was proud of it. When they weren’t in business he would be sure to show it off.

“I’d be happy to go with you, but I don’t want to distract you.” Y/N giggled, “but I’ll meet you for dinner after, yeah? Made reservations at this nice place.” She winked, feeling like that too could be fun. Y/N liked to keep things exciting in her relationships, the men she’d previously been with called her a whore for it. At the time she thought they meant it in a loving way, but they didn’t. “Yeah, of course.” She said with a small hum. “Broke up with her properly now, yeah? So... you’re mine.. but you’ve always been mine.” Y/N said as a matter of factly. She was like a lioness, she had stalked her prey and she had him in her clutches now. “We’re unstoppable, you know that?” She asked, wanting to see if he knew that. “Got the whole world under our fingertips... know you just met me, but I can give you the whole world and more. I want to give that to you.”

“I want to show you a lot. Show you how a real man treats a woman.” He knew Y/N hadn’t been treated right. She needed to be worshipped. To be given love and affection. Properly. “You deserve a lot more than you’ve gotten and I know that it may seem odd at first  but I want you to be happy and feel confident and beautiful with me.” He didn’t want anything more than he wanted her to feel good. “I’m happy just to have you. The world is nice but having it means nothing without someone to share with. I know that now.” He felt good just sitting here with her as the shower warmed up. Kissing her soft mouth, he picked her up again and brought her into the shower as the mirrors got foggy. “You are a bit of a distraction, I can admit. Want to eat you alive.”

“You’re too sweet.” She told him and pressed another chaste kiss to his lips before he brought her into the shower. It was there that she got her hair all wet and let him do the same before going to shampoo his hair. “At least I know I am.” Y/N giggled, massaging his scalp a bit. “Can go to the meeting and I’ll stay back to do some work. Then I’ll send a car to come get you and bring you to the restaurant for dinner. I’ll meet you there.” Of course, she didn’t tell him that they’d be eating at the top of the Eiffel Tower, that was the surprise. Y/N was excited, she had a nice dress all sorted out. It was going to be incredible. “We’re going to have the most amazing time here, I just know it. Don’t ever want to go back. Just want to be here with you forever.” She sighed though she knew they really did have to go back. New York had its perks and if she was going to be there with him? She had no problem with that. “Can come around to mine when we get back, yeah? Can bring Oliver over and stay for a bit if you’d like? I have lots of space.”

“Yeah? I’d like to do that. He’s never left the apartment so he might do well with that.” He wondered. This was unreal. The fact they were discussing how to spend time together at home.  It was real. “We can come back, I’m sure. I think we’ll have to go check up on investments. At least in the next 4 months.” He murmured, letting her wash the shampoo out of his hair. He liked providing for her, making her warm and soft and vulnerable around him. That was something he knew she would enjoy, the fact that he was tender with her heart. “I’d like you to come over to my place too. See it. It’s not big, but it’s cozy. I think there’s some things you’d like too.” He was hoping that she would like his home. It was something that he wanted her to like because it was his style.

She hummed, turning so he could return the favor and shampoo her hair. It was really nice to just care for and be taken care of. Normal people had this, small things like this. It meant the world to her and he didn’t even know. Just simple signs of affection that she’d missed on after all these years. He’d be able to provide for her. 

“I’d love to come over. You live in Brooklyn, yeah?” Y/N remembered from when she sent over the guy with the suits. “I always imagined you living there anyway.” She smiled softly, humming as his fingers worked through her hair. “It’ll be nice to be home again though... cause this time I’ll have something to look forward to.” She really did mean it when she said that. Her life was full of events, meetings, and appointments. She never really got downtime to enjoy herself, she was always trying to impress and show off so she could get some attention. Now she had Harry. “I’m just really happy you’re finally mine...” She whispered.

“Baby...” He cooed, leaning down to kiss her. The truthfulness in her tone, the fact that she was honestly so eager to have him? She had wanted him for a while and now she had him and was happy about it. It made her happy, he made her happy! “I am. And you’re mine.” He smiled widely. “Gonna be good together, yeah? Gonna teach each other a lot and learn. I’ll make you feel like a princess.” Because she was. A precious princess. Not just because of the money but because she was a genuine soul. “You’re so lovely, Y/N. I can’t imagine being more proud to be someone’s. I’ve been unhappy and lonely for quite a while and now I feel.... full?” He admitted. “Happy. Like there isn’t this weight on my shoulders or a hole in my chest.”

“Been waiting a long time for someone to love up on... and you make it so easy, just want to give you everything all the time.” She really felt like she couldn’t do enough to express how she felt. “You deserve to feel happy and full, I’m glad I can do that for you... you certainly do that for me.” Y/N wasn’t sentimental often, but she felt like they needed to share this honest moment. “Can always come and talk to me about anything... literally, anytime. You have my heart.” That much was true. In the three weeks that she’s known him she’d seen the way he interacted with others, the way he so kindly and firmly denied her and didn’t make her feel like shit about it, the way her father respected him. Even talking to him about small things he liked, joking with him, it was all the little things that made her fall for him. Getting to fully express herself now with no boundaries? It made her happy.

“Me as well, darling. I know... well, it seems as though you don’t have a ton of people to open up to fully. And I want to be that person for you. Want you to always come to me with your feelings because I want to understand them. Understand you. Okay?” He questioned. “I just feel like there’s bits of you that haven’t been able to fully come out or be expressed and I want you to feel free and happy with me. Always. Want you to be yourself, feel at home with me.” He explained. Y/N needed someone to nurture her. “I won’t judge you. I made the mistake in the past to think I knew what type of man you wanted but I was wrong. I think I’m good for you. I think I can show you how it is to be truly appreciated and cared for. It’s something I think you’ll love.”

It warmed Y/N’s heart to hear, she’d been searching for it forever and now she finally had it. Y/N would certainly go on to tell him things that have happened to her in the past, help him understand why she is the way she is. Not all at once, she didn’t want to overwhelm him. 

“There are definitely things I’ve never really had before, I’ve had my fair share of shit exes... I’ll come around to tell you about them but.. I know you’ll be good for me..I’ll love it...” Y/N hummed as she went to rinse her hair, taking the loofa and starting to lather him up. “It’ll be nice for you to learn about my world and vice versa... especially if you’re going to be a big part of the company.” Y/N would show him the ropes of the luxury lifestyle, lord knows it can be intimidating. She knew she could be a spoiled brat too, if it would be good for him to bring her down to earth. 

Once they were out, they dried off and wrapped themselves up in robes and ordered breakfast which was more of a lunch now. They’d both have to get ready to leave soon. Harry pouted, not wanting to go. He wanted to spend more time with Y/N and he would— but he had to do this meeting first. He wasn’t worried about it but he was more worried about how long it would take. 

“I don’t want to.” He murmured into her neck. He had changed into his suit and she was sitting on the kitchenette counter, feeding him strawberries and fixing his hair. He hid his face in her when she said he should probably head downstairs to get a car. “Feel like a clingy teenager but... we just decided to be together and now I’ve got to go see someone else? And try to focus on things that aren’t you?” He grumbled, not wanting to leave her touch. “Sounds like bullshit to me.” His huff seemed to make her laugh but he was being serious. 

“Awe baby.” Y/N cooed, her hand gently petting at his hair. She really did feel a little tear in her heart because she also didn’t want him to leave but she knew she’d be reunited with him soon. “‘s okay, only a few hours till dinner yeah? You look so handsome too, gonna show off to everyone.” Y/N complimented, knowing she’d be very proud to have a man like Harry I’m her arm. “You’ll do great.” Y/N kissed him sweetly, “bye baby, text me when you’re done.” She cooed walking him out with one more lingering kiss before she went to get ready for her meeting. Y/N threw on some high waisted jeans and a button up and some light makeup, putting on sunglasses and sneakers and heading out the door. She was going to visit her fashion friends, they had wanted to see her to discuss fashion week plans and of course, they wanted to give her some things. Y/N was excited to get some things for Harry and of course, lingerie.

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The meeting was boring. He was easily able to sweet talk them, the clients being heavily impressed when he switched to French when they started speaking among themselves about how to get the best deal out of him. He had been a bit ruthless in it, and it was fun but... he missed Y/N. 

‘Hi darling. This is very boring. I miss you xx’

He knew she would laugh at his text but it was true. He missed her terribly! It was odd to not have her slender hand on his arm or her warm laugh or be able to look over and see encouraging hazel eyes. He missed those a lot. It was also odd because he knew that this was a brand new feeling. A new emotion. How strongly she felt with him, how he wanted her around a lot now and was able to express it... it made him think a lot. He could be happy now, with her. and knowing he was basically guaranteed the job helped too.

Y/N was having loads of fun, unlike Harry. She had met up with her friends and had a nice laugh with them, looked over all the designs that they were starting for fashion week and got to pick out some pieces to take home. She might have gone overboard, but she didn’t really care. It was all for a good cause, Harry. Just as she thought of him her phone buzzed and she chuckled, shaking her head at the message. 

‘I’m sorry baby ): I miss you too. I’ll see you soon though xx’

She would in fact see him soon. Y/N checked the time and realized she needed to rush home to get ready. Y/N threw the bags all over the living room, tons of them going everywhere but she had stuff to do. She had to shave her legs and moisturize, had to make sure her hair and makeup looked great, and of course the dress. She couldn’t forget about that. Luckily, she had finished right on time and got a text from Harry saying he was on his way to dinner right as she hopped in the car. Perfect.

Harry was in need of some Y/N time. Some TLC from her would be lovely. All he needed was her. The exhausting meeting had drained him a bit but the prospect of seeing Y/N and going for a romantic dinner, spending time just with his new lover? It revitalized him. A happy sigh left him as he got out of the car, but a bit confused considering he was right at the tower. Were they walking to the restaurant? A picnic? Either would be fine but he was confused until he felt a hand wrap around his arm. 

“Baby.” He smiled, though it fell more to an awe inspiring look when he saw her. She was dressed in a gorgeous down— red and sparkly and a slit in the leg, clinging to curves he wanted to nibble on. Definitely not a picnic. “Fuck, you look incredible.” He murmured, placing his hands on her waist. “Wow. You really... look gorgeous. I love this.”

Y/N was nervously excited, getting out of the car and seeing all these people look at her as if she was a movie star. She was in her own right, but seeing Harry pull up looking all confused made her heart flutter. She really had missed him today and if that said anything about their relationship, it was that it would prosper. She was confident in them. When she saw his reaction, butterflies filled her stomach, a giggling coming from her. 

“Thank you, baby.” She cooed, going to cup his cheek and place a sweet kiss to his lips. “Missed you.” She mumbled against them, hearing a phone click from beside them. Y/N pulled back and smiled, seeing a young girl taking photos of them. 

“Sorry, you just look so beautiful, thought you’d like to keep this moment.” The girl said in french, causing Y/N to smile even wider. “Thank you so much... um here—“ She reached her hand out so she could send it to herself. Y/N thanked her again and went back to Harry, taking his hand and leading him to the elevator that would take them to the top.

“Wait— where are we going?” He asked, confused. He wasn’t angry or upset. No— he was confused but thankful for the little trip. Maybe they’d go up and see what was up there? He was a bit uncultured in the fact he didn’t know much about the tower besides that it was beautiful. What was in there, he didn’t know. All he knew was that there was a viewing deck or something. Y/N looked like the kitten who got the cream, watching her pull him into the elevator as his brows furrowed. What the hell was this pretty little thing up to? That’s what he was curious about. “Are we going up for the view before we go to eat?” He asked. Instead he was shut up with a kiss once the elevator door closed, making him hum. A thankful and necessary thing, because he had missed her mouth all day. “Mm. Well... hello there.” He laughed when he felt her pull apart.

It was cute really, how he didn’t know there was a restaurant up there. Y/N really felt her stomach go when they were kissing in the elevator though, feeling like this was probably the most romantic thing she could ever pull off. Her heart was going crazy. 

“Hi.” She giggled, feeling the elevator come to a stop. “We’re here.” Y/N stepped out, being greeted by the host who already recognized her. She was more so focused on the look on Harry’s face once he realized where they actually were. The host led them to a table that was right by the window, looking out at all of Paris. What he didn’t know was that the restaurant was also an observation deck, meaning it slowly spun around. Y/N took a seat, still smirking at how shocked Harry had looked. 

“Taadaaa!” She giggled, feeling very proud of herself for being able to pull this off. “Pour toi mon amour” For you, my darling. She said, her heart fluttering as she reached out for his hand from across the table.

He raised a brow. He didn’t know there was a place up here to eat. It must be a huge money maker and absolutely not cheap— wow. He was so confused on how he had ended up here in life but he couldn’t complain. Not now. He had the best woman and the best job. 

“C'est beau. Je ne savais pas où se trouvait un restaurant ici, mon amour.” It is beautiful. I didn’t know where a restaurant was up here, my love. He spoke back in perfect French. The shock on her face was comical. She didn’t know he spoke French and to be honest, it had been a bit entertaining to leave her in the dark about it. He loved how she was finally taken aback at something he did. 

“What?” He smirked. “You aren’t the only one who knows French. You just assume.” He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed at it a few times. “I appreciate it though, Y/N. You are my blessing.”

“So... you heard what I said yesterday then?” She asked, raising a brow at him. She did in fact call him her boyfriend to a friend yesterday, not that it wasn’t true now. Nonetheless, she felt really happy to be able to do all of this for him. “I’m so glad you like it. Thought it’d be nice to surprise you, have a nice romantic dinner... originally I thought this would be what really got you, but you were a day early.” Y/N teased, allowing her leg to rub against his under the table. “There’s a set menu here, so you don’t really have to order anything. Just have to pick between steak, fish, or veg for your main. It’s delicious, all the food here.” She explained, knowing he’s probably never been to a Michelin Star restaurant before.

“Ah, okay. But yeah... I love it here. I couldn’t help it yesterday and I surely didn’t hear you complaining the rest of the night.” His smirk was very smug, and he knew she was rolling her eyes a bit but it was true! She hasn’t complained because it was good. What they both had wanted. “I heard. I wasn’t going to call you out in front of your friend and embarrass you, sweetheart. Besides... I liked how it sounded and I knew my own feelings, I knew I’d give in soon. I knew on the plane. So I let it be.” He explained. He loved how it sounded. “And you seemed to be proud to say I was your boyfriend so... it made me feel really nice. Solidified it for me.”

Y/N treated him unlike any other woman. With respect and care and she remembered things about him and treated him to things without wanting anything in return. Besides his affection, of course. She was calling to him for weeks and he finally gave in. Now they were on a date on top of the tower.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” Y/N smiled, “I was really proud of it. I am proud of it...” She spoke realizing they never really solidified it. They’d just said that they were each other’s but never really spoke about a label, maybe it was a given, but she just wanted to be sure. “So... you like it then? Me calling you my boyfriend?” She asked, eyes locked on his. “This is our official first date then, hmm?” She smirked, feeling like no one would be able to top this. A first date in France, at the top of the Eiffel tower? It couldn’t get any better. Y/N thanked the waiter for bringing over their first glass of wine and the cheese board. A starter. 

“Oh, I forgot to mention. They give you a glass of wine with every course, they pair it best to the food.” She didn’t realize that some things he didn’t just know. It was a privilege check for her. “But, how was the meeting, baby? Boring?” Y/N asked, wanting to genuinely know about how it went.

“I did like it. Quite a bit. It was another thing that made me realize that if you wanted me like that, I should let you. And then you stayed a distance, naughty little thing.” He snickered. Y/N had tested him time and time again but the one time he had wanted her to, she hadn’t. It was definitely something. “I suppose this is the first one... what a date this is then.” He murmured, looking around again. His first date with Y/N at the top of the Eiffel Tower? It was appropriate though. “It’s fitting. You’re a princess, deserve the world. We definitely have come into each other’s lives in a whirlwind.” He didn’t regret a thing though. Not at all. “I’ve never been to a more boring meeting in my life. Perhaps it was because I was away from you but... they didn’t realize I spoke French, tried to talk about conning the prices a bit, so I spoke back to them and asked them if they’d rather discuss business in their language. Scared them. Got the deal down so we make more.” He shrugged. Harry was good at his job. His charm won people over very quickly.

Y/N felt really proud of her man, glad that she could properly call him her man now. He had once again proven himself to be an excellent employee and her father would be really happy to hear that he was doing so well. 

“Good job, daddy.” She cooed, switching up the pet name on him because hearing him talk about work turned her on. It was weird. She was always attracted to ambitious people, mainly because she was one, but also because she had only ever known people who were like that. Her mom and dad, her exes, all her friends. Everyone was business savvy and of course having a partner who was the same felt good. “Think this will be good for you, it will definitely impress my father. Has he checked up on you yet?” 

Her father was an intimidating man. He only really cared about money and his company. Y/N learned that the hard way when she was very young, he never came to her recitals or her parent teacher nights. She didn’t even get to go to her father daughter dance because he was away doing business in Dubai. The fact that he trusted Harry so much so quickly did hurt, but it made her feel good to know her father at least cared about her man.

“We are having a call tomorrow, to talk about the upcoming meeting on Wednesday.” He hummed. “Emailed me and asked if we could speak but I said we were going to dinner... in the email back he said that was lovely and to put it on the company card so.” He chuckled. It was no secret that her father wanted Y/N and Harry together. He often pushed him towards her, like this trip. Why, he wasn’t sure. Maybe he trusted Y/N with him? Or wanted her with someone in the company? Harry wasn’t positive on why or how but he was happy he didn’t have to deal with a cranky potential father in law. 

He noticed she didn’t talk much about her parents or seemed to be indifferent about them. He had a feeling that she probably didn’t get the most attention from them growing up, seeing as how business oriented her father was,  but he wasn’t sure.

“Really? Wow.” Y/N chuckled, not surprised at all but part of her hoped that she would be. “He really likes you...” She shook her head a little bit and took another piece of cheese into her mouth, sipping on her wine. She needed to get some of the edge off, she hated thinking about her father like this especially when she was with Harry. She knew he’d bring it up later, but right now they were just having a good time. “So, your family... do they still live in England?” Y/N asked curiously, wanting to know more about them. “Your mom and your sister?” She remembered him saying that a few days ago and wanted to again show him that she was listening. Y/N wanted to know all that she could about his childhood, it was probably much brighter than hers. 

Maybe it would sound silly to him but she was jealous that he got to have a normal life. Y/N would have much rather grown up with a normal life and earned her wealth, but she couldn’t be too picky, she was grateful for what she had. It just hurt thinking about how fucked up her upbringing was.

“Yeah, my mum, step dad and sister.” He smiled widely. “They’re great. All still living there. Uh, my mum lives in Cheshire still but my sister moved out to London. She’s engaged now.” He loved them and missed them so much. It did take a toll sometimes. “I go back for Christmas this year. I’m happy to see them all and spend time back there. I miss her cats. M’gonna take Oliver to go and see them too.” He was obviously fond of his family. It was a big deal to him. He was a family man and wanted one of his own, sooner or later. “I grew up there and know all the cool places. I’ll take you one day.” He was being ambitious by saying that but he was hopeful that she would perhaps want to be around him for a long while.

“Awe, that’s so nice. You’ll definitely get a nice few weeks off over Christmas... the office sort of shuts down, the few weeks leading up to it are hell.” Y/N knew the stress her dad went through because he’d always take it out by yelling at her mom or her. “I’d love to go... I really love London, but I haven’t been to Cheshire.” Y/N said with a small smile, knowing she was essentially saying she’d be down to meet his family if that’s something he wanted to do with her. “What are their names?” Y/N asked, wanting to make sure she knew she whenever he talked to them and she was around she could properly say hello. Y/N was having a genuinely nice time with him, looking out the window and realizing exactly where they were. It made her get all giddy and emotional. Her exes would never do stuff like this with her. The last time she traveled with an ex things went horribly wrong, she even had scars to prove it.

“Anne is my mum, Gemma is my sister.” Harry was happy that she asked. That she genuinely cared about what he had to say and wanted to listen to him speak, even if it was about mundane things Like his family. “London is lovely. It’s where I thought I’d end up but things changed and I got to go to New York. It’s a good thing.” He wouldn’t have met Y/N otherwise. Or at least, not as soon. That was a sad thought. He was happy to have her now. “They’ll like you. When you act like you and don’t get bratty, of course.” He was teasing her, but also true. She wouldn’t act like that around his family though and he was fairly confident that they’d get along well. “You’re a strong woman, don’t take anyone’s shit. Just like them. They’ll be happy I ended up with someone like you.”

Anne and Gemma. Y/N would remember that. Seeing the smile on his face when he talked about them let her know just how important they were, she hoped that he would have the same smile on his face when talking about her to them. Whenever that time came around. 

“They know you’re here then?” Y/N raised her brow a bit. “Wish I would have known, could have made a pitstop in London on the way back but... next time.” She would plan something for them for sure. If he was such a family man it must kill him to be away from them, surely if he was saving up, he couldn’t just drop money and see them whenever he wanted. She could help with that. Y/N felt herself light up when he said that they’d like her. 

“Really?” She cooed, “awe... I hope so. I mean, you mean so much to me already. I really hope they do.” She wanted him to know that she cared what his family thought of her. Obviously being from the background she had made her a little nervous, she knew people judged her based on how she looked and acted, hopefully his family didn’t. She was hoping Harry wouldn’t ask about her family because it would really just be sad. She didn’t want to damper the mood of their meal with that.

He could tell her family was a sore spot so he didn’t ask. Instead he moved the conversation on to her favorite places to travel and how she liked to come here often because of her fashion friends. What she liked doing in her free time. They had jumped into a relationship a bit fast however he knew that this would work. His belly always told him to go for her and he had ignored that want for weeks until now, when he finally felt happy enough and excited enough to do it. Y/N was what the man had been hoping for in a romantic partner. 

There were sparks even now. Just sitting and her leg tangled with his under the table. She looked beautiful and he knew that he wanted to really try for this. For them. See how it would work. Maybe it could be difficult because it was obvious she had been mistreated but... he wanted to help stitch up some of those wounds.

The dinner was lovely. Everything about it was wonderful. Harry had put the dinner on the company card as her father had insisted, a smile forming on her face as she watched him hand the credit card to the waiter. It must have felt nice for him to pay for a dinner like that, for the people who saw to know he had taken his girl out. Y/N wanted him to feel like that all the time with her. The drive back was lovely as well, both of them buzzing off of the wine, getting a little handsy. 

“You smell so good...” Y/N muttered, planting kisses over his neck and loosening his tie. It was when they arrived at the hotel room that Y/N remembered the bags of clothing that were scattered all over the place when she left. “I have to warn you before we go in there... please don’t judge me.” She spoke, giving him wide innocent eyes. Y/N opened the door and stepped inside, turning on the lights and feeling her face flush when she saw Harry’s face. “You said you wouldn’t judge!!” Y/N whined, a pout coming onto her face. “I didn’t buy it!”

It looked like hundreds of shopping bags were on the floor. Names like Dior, Hermes, Balenciaga, Saint Laurent, Givenchy, all the designers were scattered in the living room area. 

“Baby— what the hell?” He asked with wide eyes. “How on earth did you manage this? I wasn’t gone for that long.” He was shocked. All these designer things. “Wait— didn’t pay? How is it here then, did you steal it?” His face screwed up in question. “You’re so crazy, Y/N. Jesus. How did you cover this much in so little time?” It had to have been 4 hours tops if she left when he did. He was in awe of how much shopping this truly was. Was this her daily life? He hoped he got the job because then he would be able to foot this shopping bill. To inherit the company meant near billions.

“No! Oh my god!” Y/N couldn’t stop laughing when he asked her if she stole it. She shook her head, cupping his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was so cute, so endearing sometimes it hurt her little heart. “They’re gifts.” She started, “I’m a designer, I have designer friends.” Y/N giggled, “besides. They’re not all for me.” She went and picked out all the bags she knew for a fact were his, bringing them over to the little couch while she put all of hers on the other. She’d brought him a bunch of shoes, rings, sunglasses, shirts, pants, jackets— you name it. “If some of the rings or clothes don’t fit, just let me know, I can get them exchanged.” 

In comparison, she had gotten more things for him than for herself. Especially when you factor in all the lingerie that she had. Y/N smirked to herself, turning around and biting her lip. He was too busy looking through stuff so she excused herself to go to the bathroom and change into one of the things she’d gotten.

“Jesus Christ.” He whispered as he looked at the amount of shit in front of him. Y/N had gotten stuff for him to? He wanted to feel guilty but she said it was free. She wasn’t a liar, and he wouldn’t put it past her to have these types of connections but it was crazy. How did life work like this? He had gone on a date at the Eiffel Tower and came back to designer clothes that his lover has gotten for free. How was he so lucky to live like this now? He was unsure but what he did know was that Y/N gave him a lot of emotions he didn’t normally have.

“Babe? Where did you go?” He called. She had ran off to the bedroom and he only looked through one bag before getting overwhelmed. There were tens of thousands of dollars of things in it. And he wasn’t exaggerating. A four thousand dollar sweater? two thousand dollar slippers? People spent their real money on it? It amazed him.

Y/N had slipped into a little yellow number, deciding she’d show off one of the pieces she got. It didn’t take long, she was able to strip out of her dress and pull the lingerie on, keeping on the heels for dramatic effect. She made her way back out to the living room, observing him as she leaned against the door frame. 

“Find anything you like?” She spoke in a gentle unsuspecting tone. Y/N was just waiting for him to turn around. She was definitely pulling all the stops, each and everyday she just topped the other and she didn’t know how she could keep this up but she sure as hell would. Maybe it’s because she had been deprived of having someone who would appreciate these things that she was doing them all at once. Her exes would have simply expected her to wear stuff like this all the time and ask her to get on her knees.

“Yeah, a few things.” He murmured, turning to look at her. And when he did— fuck. God damn. Today was a dream, wasn’t it? It had to be. “I see something in particular now.” He leaned back against the couch, taking her in. Beautiful yellow lingerie, lacy, obviously expensive. And heels. He loved those heels. She looked like a woman. Long legs, curves, tits, lips. All of it. She was the most beautiful in the world and no one could convince him otherwise. “Why don’t you come closer so I can see, darling?” He murmured, gesturing her over with a finger. He wanted to have a good look at her and see what she had put on just for him. He was obviously appreciative, with his eyes eating her up. No one had ever dressed up like this for him and to be honest, it was one of the most arousing things. She had gotten this with him in mind?

Y/N wasn’t expecting anything crazy, they’d had incredible sex this morning so she wouldn’t be greedy. She had simply put on the outfit because well... she wanted to. She knew he would like it. Of course the look on his face and his darkening eyes made her heart flutter. He just knew exactly what to do and what to say. She’d never been so excited to please, to be around someone, it was so thrilling and new. Y/N walked over to him and did a little spin, making sure he took all of it in. 

“Got a bunch of other stuff in the bags...” She spoke, deciding she’d wouldn’t give in and sit in his lap unless he pulled her there. “Got plenty more at home too..” Y/N hummed, “one in every color, you’ll see them all.” She had decided she’d make it a little game for the two of them. It could be like a collectible thing. Collect all the panties of the Rainbow.

“That's wonderful... I’ll be excited to see them all on you.” Harry smirked. Jesus. “But you expect me not to feel a certain type of way when you come out here, looking as sexy as sin... baby, you’re gravely mistaken.” He chuckled. Oh, his Y/N. He grabbed behind her thighs, pulling her to his lap. She squealed but he just laughed, shaking his head as he got her straddled on his lap. Properly. “There we are. S’where you belong.” He murmured, bringing a hand up to feel the lace. It was soft, not scratchy like he had felt on women before. Then again, Y/N was no normal woman. She was classy and a step above anything he had experienced before. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” He spoke clearly, fondness in his tone. “Genuinely can’t understand how you decided to want me.”

“You’re far too sweet to me...” Y/N smiled at his words, knowing that he genuinely meant that? She couldn’t fathom someone actually thinking so. Y/N’s hands moved to his chest, moving to unbutton his shirt so she could have her hands on his bare skin. Her cheeks were flushed, that familiar feeling of giddiness returning. “Think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met, in fact, I know so...” She hummed, loosening his tie. “From the moment I saw you.” Y/N was riding on cloud 9, she felt like she had her life together, had plans for once. Harry was perfect in her eyes, the perfect man, how could she ever want more? Y/N leaned forward to kiss him, keeping her hands firm against his chest. She could totally see herself falling in love with him. Very quickly actually, especially if he kept this up. When they got back to New York she hoped things stayed like this, hoped she could still see him all the time and be able to kiss him whenever she wanted.

This girl needed his attention. Y/N was special and not many men could handle her or what she meant but Harry had a good feeling that he could. That her emotions could be the thing to even him out. They would be learning from each other. Kissing her felt like a familiar to him now. Perfectly timed and made his body wake up. She was giving him the most comfort in a single action and he was going to appreciate that. 

“Mm... not nearly as sweet as you deserve, baby. I’m happy that you’re mine. I get to show you what you deserve and give you the affection I know you need.” His hands rested on her hips, the warm skin burning his fingertips in the best way.

Y/N pulled back from him and rested her head on his shoulder, her nose pressed up against the soft skin of his neck. She sat there in his lap for a good while, just listening to him breathing and enjoying his company. Even this felt nice, just touching him and living in the moment. Time felt like it was slowed down with him. 

“Harry... can I ask you something?” Y/N asked quietly, her fingers still tracing circles on his back. “When we go back to New York... will things be different?” She really wanted to know where he stood. “Between us...” They had gotten into this relationship pretty quickly, there were still a ton of loose ends. Caroline would definitely want to talk to him in person, her father would probably think he can control her and Harry more by using each other to plot against the other. Her mother would have some choice words about her being with someone of lower class. There were all these things they’d have to deal with and she didn’t think she was worth that hassle.

“I mean... yes. They will, because New York is home. But it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Or how I’ll treat you. You’re mine and that means I can take care of you.” He assured her. “Obstacles are normal in relationships. There will be curve balls but it’s only to strengthen us. You are going to lose me. I’m here for a long haul, okay?” He could tell she was worried. He was a little bit too but it was just normal nerves of a new relationship. “It’ll also change in good ways. You meeting Oliver, going out to meet each other’s friends. Sleepovers and more dates and getting to know one another better. You can visit me at work... it’ll be good.”

“Promise?”

She knew that what he was saying was true, she trusted him a whole lot, but she still worried. Y/N had previous relationships that all seemed perfect at the start but ended terribly, between the cheating and then saying she was too much to handle, she felt like she had a lot of making up to do. If things stayed like this she would be okay. If she could continue pulling out all the stops to make sure he was still interested, maybe this would work out well. She knew Harry was special, knew he was different and perfect and she didn’t want to let him go. She wouldn’t let anyone get in the way of that. Y/N pulled her head back out from his neck and cupped his cheek. She felt really grateful for him, truly. She didn’t want to over or under do it. Hopefully he wasn’t too overwhelmed. 

“Thank you for being you..” Y/N spoke calmly, giving him a gentle smile. “Let’s get ready for bed yeah?”

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Y/N had gone out to get a surprise breakfast for them the next morning, kissing him awake and telling him that she was going to be about an hour. He took that time to shower and get dressed, and take the call from her father. 

“Hello, Sir. Good morning.” He greeted as he picked up. 

“Harry! My boy. How did last night go? How is my daughter?” He said it in a tone that had him furrowing his brows. He didn’t exactly like it because it was quite suggestive. Yes, he had made love to Y/N again, slow and tender and loving to ease her worries and his own. It had worked. But that wasn’t for her father's ears. 

“She’s doing well. We are going to eat some breakfast soon. Then I’ll head off to the meeting. I’m not sure if she wants to tag along or see her fashion friends, but we’ll meet up again for dinner if that’s the case. How is business over there?” He figured it would be polite to ask

“Oh no,” Her father chuckled, “I’m sure she’s doing, well now, huh?” Her father was of course insinuating that he knew Harry had slept with his daughter. He knew how persistent she was and how badly she’d wanted Harry, so of course he knew that they’d already gotten down to it. “Good. Heard good news yesterday, and was very happy to hear it. Make sure you bring my little princess along to the meeting, they’ve got a wandering eye so... she’ll keep them focused.” He chuckled again, “could use a little eye candy, I’m sure.” 

Her father had always been this way about Y/N. She wasn’t fit enough to inherit the company in his eyes, but she at least helped him get business deals. Ever since she was around 16, he’d bring her around. Maybe even before then. Y/N always thought it was because he was proud of her... just, not in that way. She still thought that was why she was allowed around the office. 

“Business here is good. Buildings are coming along great down here, reckon I’ll have you come down here and help hire.” Harry really was becoming his right hand man. He really did trust him.

It made Harry feel ill. The fact that her father saw Y/N as someone to help sweeten a deal... of course she was worried about him really thinking she was beautiful without makeup. She was probably groomed to be a bit of eye candy for men. He wasn’t going to allow that to happen. He would go by himself and she would meet with fashion friends because he wasn’t going to use her like that. Not like everyone else did. Not on his watch.

“Ah, yes. I’ll help hire when I’m back.” He wouldn’t mind that. He didn’t like how Y/N was used as a bit of a prop though. It made him feel gross. Y/N was worth more than tits and ass for grody businessmen who were married for years to gawk at. “I’m sure it’ll go great. We won’t have any issues.”

“Perfect. Enjoy the rest of your trip.” Her father spoke, letting Harry go off and handle business. Truth be told, her father saw a lot of himself within Harry. He could see that over time he could grow to be an incredible CEO and he was so glad to have his hands on him. Harry has the ambition and the drive, the hunger that came with being from a lower class family. Harry was a provider and he knew that. 

Y/N knew he had just gotten off the phone with her father, skipping into the living room and smiling to see the breakfast set up outside for them. She immediately went to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing one glossy lipped kiss to his lips. Y/N has stopped wearing as much makeup, letting her skin be the focal point and simply wearing some type of lip and eye makeup. Harry made her feel the most beautiful when she looked like that. 

“Was that my dad?” She asked, going to adjust his suit. “Should try going without a tie, hmm? The little unbuttoned look...” Y/N went to go give it a try. “Can tie me up with this later...” she mumbled as she threw the tie to the side. She took a step back to look at his new look and nodded, “remind me to get you a Rolex.”

“Yeah... Just was filling me in on some stuff.” He murmured, letting her fuss with his clothes. He didn’t care. The one he wanted to look good for was Y/N anyways. “A Rolex? Baby... those are over ten grand, for a cheap one. No.” He chuckled. He was okay with her getting smaller gifts but the idea of her getting such an expensive gift made him nervous. He didn’t know how to equally reciprocate. “What are your plans for today, angel? Who are you seeing while I’m at the meeting?” They hadn’t solidified her coming with him so he was hoping she could have alternate plans. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to go— he did. But he refused to subject her to being a piece of eye candy for creeps.

Y/N rolled her eyes, deciding she’d just get one for him for Christmas or something special like a promotion. Maybe they could go to Amsterdam and he could pick one out himself? Her thoughts were cut short when she heard him start to ask about what she was doing while he was at the meeting.

“What do you mean, I thought I was going with you?” Y/N looked at him with her brows furrowed, confused because she really hadn’t had any solid plans for today. She was just going to go to the meeting with him and then to a nice, but more laid back restaurant. Y/N frowned before he even had the chance to say anything, knowing her father probably had something to do with this. “Did my father say something to you?” She asked and swallowed thickly, “or do you just not want me to go?” Y/N didn’t realize she was overreacting, she didn’t quite grasp the concept well. Abandonment wasn’t really her thing.

“No— no, baby.” Harry furrowed his brows and cupped her cheeks. He didn’t want her to think he didn’t want her to go! That wasn’t it at all. Of course he did, but he also didn’t know what to do when it came to this. He wanted her but he wanted her safe. “I just... I kept thinking about you last night. How pretty you looked. How incredible you felt. I was distracted half the morning thinking about it. It you’re next to me and I have to sit next to you and know you’re there and wearing such pretty panties, I’m gonna be off my game.” He explained. It wasn’t a lie, either. He would be very distracted thinking about her next to him. Also distracted, worried about her safety. That was a big one as well. “I want you to come but I know that I’ll have problems behaving.” He kissed her forehead, making sure she knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want her. “Okay, angel?”

“Okay, I understand... it is important.” Y/N softened once he explained his reasoning, deciding that that was a solid reason for her not to go with him. She moved her hands to his wrists, smoothing her thumbs over the skin. Y/N should have known that’s why he suggested it, she shouldn’t assume he didn’t want her around. Being insecure wasn’t attractive, many men had told her that. “I’ll um... I’ll see what I can do.” Y/N spoke, opening up her phone as she went to sit down for breakfast to find herself some plans. She didn’t want to bother her fashion friends again, so maybe she could do some pampering? Get a massage? She had just spent all this time getting ready though. She was glued to her phone trying to figure out plans, deciding that she’d go look for fabrics and other things she could use to make some designs. Maybe she’d go to a market and get some snacks for them later? Honestly, she had no idea what she was going to do, she hated not having plans.

“My baby...” He came up next to her and crouched down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you really wanted to come with me.” He frowned. Harry felt guilty that she was feeling sadness over it. He didn’t want her to feel as though she wasn’t wanted or anything. “I hope you know I wasn’t trying to make you upset.” He brought her hand to his face and peppered kisses on it. “I want to be around you all the time. Plus, I know of these clients. They’re a bit creepy when it comes to women and I’d be on edge for two reasons.” He had to add some more truth in there. “I want you to be around me always. I never want you to go away. Please don’t worry about that. Even when I was pushing you away, I wanted you closer.”

“No, no— it’s okay.” Y/N looked down at him, eyes wide and shook her head, “promise.” She really did understand where he was coming from. “I shouldn’t have assumed I was going, it’s okay.” She gave him a smile and nodded. This... this was all very new for Y/N. To have someone actually nice around. She didn’t want him to think she was upset with him or in general, she was a little upset but she’d get over it. She was just being a spoiled brat. Y/N let her hand cup his cheek, gently rubbing over the skin. “Really, it’s okay.” Y/N said and put her phone down. She’d figure it out once he was gone, she didn’t want him to see her all panicked like that just because she wasn’t going to a meeting with him. She must have looked absurd. “We’re going to a cool place later, they do all different kinds of cool drinks and stuff. I think you’ll like it.” Y/N smiled, knowing it would be much more of his speed. The two different sides of Y/N. Of course, she’d never been able to eat fast food, her mother absolutely refused. Something about processed food making her fat.

“Oh? I am very excited then. C’mere.” He put her phone down on the table and picked her up, ignoring her squeals and giggles and questions of what he was doing as he pressed her against the wall. “Want you happy.” He began to kiss over her face. Still, the guilt that her father had made her grow up with the sort attention she got... It made him feel gross. She wouldn’t be in that situation again. He cared too much. “My sweet girl...” he was making her feel his affection for her. “So good to me. Went out and got pretty underwear, let me see them. Then planning all these nice dates... so wonderful.” He spoke between tiny kisses to her skin. She deserved this type of loving. Someone to worship her back, the way she had him feeling.

“Harry! That tickles!” She giggled, feeling bits of his scruff scratch against her skin. It did feel really nice though, to have him kiss all over her face and say all those sweet things. He didn’t cower or run away when she had a little meltdown, he didn’t just drop it when she said she was okay. He wanted to make sure she was okay. It made that entire little meltdown go away. Y/N couldn’t shake the smile off her face, looking at him in awe as he stopped with the kisses and just looked at her. “Want the best for you.” She cooed, brushing loose strands of hair away from his face. “Treat me so nice. Best boyfriend ever..” Y/N was gushing, it��s only been a few days and he’s already proven to be better than the others. 

He was always saying how he was shocked she chose him but she was more shocked that he stayed with her. That he wanted her even with how absolutely insane she could be. Y/N knew she was fucked up from her upbringing, but sometimes she lost sight of things.

“Good. I want to treat you the best.” He murmured. Y/N was going to learn soon that once he was committed— he was committed. Point blank. There was nothing she could do to make him leave, he doesn’t think. He wanted to be with her, so he would be. “Boyfriends are meant to treat you nice and give you all the love and attention you need.” He said. “Gonna keep you as long as you let me. Want you to see that you’re worth all this nice attention and that M’not Gonna run away from you.” He had a feeling that many people in her life didn’t listen when she was upset. “Meant what I said, by the way. About telling me how you feel. I always want to know. I like knowing where you are and where we stand. It’s better for us both in the long run.” He was pretty positive that Y/N was going to be pleasantly surprised at how dedicated he would be to her. He was a fixation person. Her, his work, Oliver, his family. He probably didn’t realize the weight of his words, how much it truly meant to her for him to say that he wanted to know how she felt all the time and that he wouldn’t run away. Y/N nodded, letting out a shaky breath when she realized she’d have to tell him everything sooner or later. 

“I—I know I can overreact sometimes, I’ve been told...” She chuckled, looking away from him for a moment. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but it— I’m not used to talking about my feelings. It’s going to take time, but I’ll try to tell you what I can when I can, yeah?” She wouldn’t let Harry go, never. She needed him to help her, to bring all the good parts out and to teach her that that was okay. “I feel myself being a better version of myself whenever I’m around you, I—I want to get better, want to be the best, don’t want you to feel like I’m stressing you out with my feelings or anything—” She knew she was a lot to handle, anyone who met her knew that, but she was hopeful that Harry would stick around, he did just promise he would .

“Hey— no. Y/N... honey, you need to tell me things. It doesn’t matter. Being in a relationship, in my mind— it means you need to communicate. Need to tell me things. You won’t be stressing me out and I won’t get angry about your feelings.” He hated whoever made her feel like that. It wasn’t at all accurate. He wanted her to be happy and want to be honest and open. “You don’t have to tell me everything at once. I’d like to know things but it’s your journey, your stuff that you've gone through.” He sighed, frowning when she looked saddened by the thoughts. It hurt when she hurt. “I’m not like everyone else, okay? I’m not going to hurt you like that. I value you as a person. You’re very important to me in all aspects. Your mental health is just as vital as your physical and I want you to know that I care.” He kissed her bottom lip, trying to make her feel it through touch. “If you overreact, I’m going to assume it means something happened in the past you haven’t told me yet. But put some trust in me. Just a little. Okay?”

“Okay.” It’s hard for Y/N. She knew it would be, but he was right, she needed to put a little trust in him. “S—sometimes I don’t realize I’m doing it. It’s hard— but I’ll try, I promise. Anything for you.” Y/N told him with a smile, nuzzling her face into his neck as she hugged him. She really needed a hug. Y/N realized that he would probably be late for his meeting if he didn’t leave soon and as much as she wanted him to stay here with her she knew he had to go. “Baby, take something with you— you barely ate breakfast.” She spoke, realizing that they’d got so caught up in talking that he didn’t get a chance to eat. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” Y/N spoke softly, pressing another kiss to his lips. Her whole demeanor has changed, she was much gentler and softer, a little more vulnerable in this state but she knew she’d be okay. She’d take her makeup off and go get pampered in the spa downstairs. Some good quality stress relief.

“Bye, angel. I adore you.” He gave her one last kiss before he left. He couldn’t say he loved her yet but, that was close enough. It was concerning. He was starting to see someone had hurt her. Badly. He could see she had damage emotionally beforehand but now, he worried immensely. Who had messed with her? Made her upset like this? She second guessed it and jumped to the conclusion that he didn’t want her around and that made him so sad. He always wanted her around. It would be his mission to make her see he liked her around. When they went home, of course it would be a challenge. But he didn’t care. He wanted her to be happy, mentally healthy, and want to be taken care of. He could do that for her. He knew it.

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[part 4]

A/N: oof, that is all. - n + d

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had the unfortunate experience recently of my friend having sex in the same room as me while she thought i was asleep after a night out and i cant stop imagining reddie doing that or late twenties living in an apartment with other losers and having really loud sex when they thought no one else was home while bev just whisper scream/laughs the entire time and when they finally finish and come out bill just shouts “RICHIE TOZIER FUUUUCKS” extra points if this is how they find out theyre together

oh my GOD well first off big giant rip to you that you had to hear your friend fuccin

but holy shit what if reddie room with some of the others, and everyone always hangs out at their apartment. They have separate bedrooms of course, but they’re always sneaking into each other’s rooms in the middle of the night and then back out again before Mike or Bev wake up. Like a) they want to keep this thing as just Theirs while it’s still so raw and big and b) they’re worried about messing up the Loser dynamic. Not that it would, not seriously or for long, they’re just idiots

The rest of the gang come home and eat takeout and drink until they’re all near-comatose on the floor — nobody even thought to turn on the main light after the movie’s brightness faded into VHS static and eventually a blank screen, so they’re all lying whispering in the sleepy darkness when the apartment door bangs open and Richie and Eddie come stumbling through it. They all know Eddie picks Richie up from his bartending shifts across town, that’s why they’d headed to their place first after the power went out at Stan’s, they knew the TV would be free of PlayStation tournaments and the couch would be free of pushy limbs and Cheeto dust. But they didn’t know about this. The flypaper yellow light from the hallway flickers over Richie and Eddie’s unmistakable shapes and they are making out, they are making out hard.

Like, late night Skinemax makeouts.

Like, Eddie bending Richie backwards to get at his mouth and his hips simultaneously, Richie whining and pulling Eddie’s hair type makeouts.

The others lie there, not knowing what to do because like, hadn’t Richie been teasing Eddie just last week about the hot chick who came into the Blockbuster where Eddie works who’d given him that hickey? And Eddie had insisted it was just a rash? They’re all too stunned to say anything to alert the doofuses to their presence, and they’re talking anyway. Well, gasping between wet, gross-sounding kisses. They can hear Eddie’s voice low and affronted, like he doesn’t wanna wake anyone up but he still needs Richie to know how aggrieved he is.

“Do you have—any idea what your fuckin’ shoulders look like in that shirt when you play pool?”

Something clatters, they knock something over. “No,” Richie mumbles, and he sounds like he’s drunk, but he never drinks when he has shifts at the bar. Someone kicks the door shut. “Why don’t you tell me?”

“You look—Christ, Rich, you make me so fucking hard c’mon—you look like someone who got dressed in the fucking dark.”

Laughter from both of them. Happy and hot, and the other five stare at each other from their dark hidey-floor positions. “S’not what you said after Bev’s birthday,” Richie croons. “Remember?”

“Shut up, someone’s gonna hear—”

“Had to fucking gag you with this shirt.”

Bev’s shoulders shake, and she mouths my birthday??? to Ben from behind her muffling hand. Her birthday was months ago. The boys are writhing closer to Richie’s room like something dark and tangled and many-limbed at the back of an aquarium, and Eddie’s teakettle laughter bubbles through his hisses. “I’ll give you something to gag on.”

“Promise?”

A bang, the kind of bang a wall makes when a back collides with it. Richie moans, then, and Bill is wild-eyed as he goes to stand for the lightswitch, but the others all dogpile him before he gets any further.

“You betcha, hotshot. Gonna gag you so good you won’t be able to talk for a week.”

“Nah, you’d m-miss it,” Richie pants.

The bedroom door clicks shut, and they can’t hear Eddie’s murmured response but the tone, the tone is what has them all shushing each other, like people witnessing a natural wonder. Eddie doesn’t hook up or date, they all know his mother’s insidious hooks still hold Eddie back from acknowledging he’s a sexual being at all, regardless of the fact they’re all twenty-three years old. Through that thin piece of wood though, Eddie sounds downright flirtatious. Soft and sly and gritty-salted-sweet, like when you let a mouthful of cotton candy dissolve into a tough little sugarlump on your tongue, the kind that can still break teeth. The Losers gawk at each other and come to the same exact realization at the same exact time; this is serious. Richie only laughs like that when he feels like he’s got nothing to prove, no one to impress. There’s a thump. Then the creaking twang of Richie’s shitty bed frame, and the distinct, loopy peal of Richie’s happy voice, loud even through the door.

“Jesus shit, you look—Eds, you look like someone who’s gonna get fucked in the dark.” Then another thump, more laughter.

They get right down to it. Mike and Bev nudge each other and clamp down on their giggles so hard the effort makes them weep, they’ve been sharing an apartment with these horny dumbasses for two years and haven’t been any the wiser. How, they don’t know, when the noises are so loud and evocative as to make anyone blush, all arrhythmic creaking and punched out ah-ah-hah-ahs and swearing and wet suction and filthy breathless conversation and at one point, someone blowing a definite raspberry. Ben sits with a small smile on his face and his hands over his ears, more out of respectful politeness than anything like distaste, and Stan starts gathering up the bowls of popcorn and chips like nothing’s out of the ordinary. The racket pitches in intensity. Bill lies on the floor, checking his watch with increasing disbelief. They’re all too drunk to go home, they’re stuck.

Eventually the sex crests, and crests, and crests like a giant wave that turns white and frothing and powerful well before it finally slams ashore and lessens. They hear the muffled wandering whimpers of someone who sounds a lot like Eddie feeling something too good for almost too long, like the time they took him to a monster milkshake place for his first birthday since discovering he wasn’t lactose intolerant, where he guzzled til he was pink and groaning. And then it finally gets quiet. There’s some more gentle murmuring, and hearing that feels more invasive than knowing what Richie sounds like when he comes.

A few more minutes pass, and the others gather themselves up to lie in wait on the couch and the two threadbare armchairs Richie and Eddie always fight over, even though they’re exactly the same. Bev managed to dig out some leftover party-poppers and confetti from the Congrats On The NPR Guest Spot party they threw for Mike last month (they like parties, ok) and Stan very studiously hits play on the shitty little boom box when the bedroom door swings open. It’s The Bad Touch, by the Bloodhound Gang. Nothing but mammals, bay-bee.

Richie hobbles out in nothing but briefs and bruises, bow-kneed with his mouth kiss-swollen. “No, I’m pretty sure we still have some chicken pasanda in the fridge from Saturday, man,” he says over his shoulder, “I’m just gonna—oh shit.”

His limbs startle everywhere like a frightened giraffe at the cheering toots of party horns, and at Bill’s best-straight-bro cameraderie holler of “Richie Tozier fucks! You bet your fur he does, holy shit!”

“Uh,” Richie laughs, and rakes a hand through his hair, which already looks like he’s been dragged through a hedge backwards. “Uh, hey guys?”

Then Eddie appears from behind him, sheened in sweat and drowning in Richie’s hideous boxing-kangaroo patterned shirt. He hooks his arm up around Richie’s shoulders, and obviously orgasms do wonders for disintegrating that pesky build-up of inhibition, because he beams drunkenly at them all and says, “Actually, Eddie Kaspbrak fucks.”

[idnek83]

Wait, You Can Do What? Chapter 1/?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Hajime Hinata/Soda Kazuichi

Words: 4,146

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot (maybe a little plot if you squint), Trans Soda Kazuichi, Mutual Masturbation, Mutual Pining (a little bit), Vaginal Fingering, Shower Sex, Shower Head Stimulation, Roommates, Wet & Messy (Soda is just super wet the whole time), afab language

Chapter: 1, 2

Summary:  Soda learns he can dye more than just the hair on his head and Hajime helps him do it.

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It had started out like a completely normal J.O. session. 

They hooked up Hajime’s laptop to the shitty TV on their minifridge, scrolled through some porn while making fun of each other’s suggestions, and eventually found something they both thought looked hot. They hit play, got comfortable on their respective beds, then Hajime started stroking his dick while Soda rubbed his clit.

Normal stuff.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the most normal thing, but after a few weeks of living in their tiny dorm room - which had been advertised as a ‘Hope’s Peak University Deluxe Double Dorm With Ensuite Bathroom’ – they were both starting to get frustrated with the lack of alone time they were able to get. One day Soda had come home hot and bothered, praying his roommate would be out, only to find Hajime already inside pumping away at his dick. It was the third time one of them had walked in on the other getting off that week, and neither of them really had a fuck left to give.

Soda had just walked over to his bed, whipped out his phone, and started looking for something to jack off to. Hajime had frozen when Soda walked in, but once he saw what he was looking up he just un-paused his own porn and went back to stroking his dick. Soda had looked over and Hajime had caught him, so Soda just said the porn he was watching looked hot and Hajime suggested hooking his laptop up to the TV so they could both watch. He did and they both managed, for the first time in weeks, to get off without the stress of being walked in on.

It hadn’t been that big of a deal, they had known each other for years and had both seen each other naked before, so who really cared if they jacked off in the same room?

It quickly became a regular part of their lives; one of them would just announce he was going to watch some porn and it was up to the other whether he wanted to join or not. Simple. It made living together easier and that was all there was to it.

Soda’s fat fucking crush on Hajime had nothing to do with it.

Hajime’s crush on Soda didn’t either.

So, there they were weeks later jacking off together, Hajime fisting his cock and teasing his balls, and Soda with two fingers on his clit and two pumping into his pussy. And that’s when Soda saw it.

“Wait, what the fuck? You can dye your pubes?”

Hajime slowed his hand on his cock and looked at Soda. His eyes flicked down to watch Soda fuck himself for a moment before moving up to his face.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Soda pulled his fingers out of himself and got up, moving to the TV.

“Look how red this guys pubes are! There’s no way that’s natural.”

Hajime looked from Soda, pointing to the TV and standing next to it in nothing but a t-shirt, to the actual screen. Those were some pretty red pubes but…

“Wouldn’t that like, super fuck up your junk though?”

Soda turned and bent forward awkwardly to reach Hajime’s laptop, their room was pretty cluttered, so Soda had to bend nearly in half to reach the laptop without stepping on anything. He paused the porn and opened a new tab to look up if it was actually possible to dye your pubes.

Hajime just kept working his dick as he stared at Soda’s sopping wet pussy, flushed with arousal and practically dripping. Hajime wondered if Soda would let him fuck it…

“You can!”

Hajime choked, before realizing that Soda was still talking about dying pubes, not giving Hajime permission to fuck him.

“Holy shit, you can just use regular dye too! I wanna do it! Haj, lets do it!”

“Now?” Hajime looked pointedly at his still hard dick.

“Yes now! Your dick can wait dude, this is gonna be so fucking sweet.”

Hajime sighed, but tucked his dick into his boxers as he got up and followed Soda to the bathroom.

“To be clear, I’m not putting dye anywhere near my dick, I’m just coming to watch you fuck this up.”

“Yeah yeah, I get it dude, you’re a buzz kill. Now mix this together for me and shut up.” Soda handed him a brush and bowl he had filled with dye and shampoo. Hajime rolled his eyes but did as he was told. He sat on the bathroom floor, anticipating being there for a while.

Soda grabbed his jar of petroleum jelly and sat on the closed toilet lid, and if anyone asked, it was totally a coincidence that he sat at the perfect angle, and spread his thighs just so to give Hajime a clear view of his pussy. Pure coincidence.

He started to spread the jelly around his pubes, protecting the surrounding skin from the dye. He was careful, he really didn’t like the idea of having a pink stomach or something for the next while, nor did he like the idea of going to the doctor with a chemical burn on his clit. That was definitely the reason he was taking his time rubbing the jelly onto it, in slow little circles, with just the right amount of pressure…

He looked up and caught Hajime watching him, already done mixing the dye. He spread his thighs a little wider and moved his hand a little faster, loving the way Hajime was staring.

He remembered the first time they had jacked off to each other. They had been watching porn, and were just getting to the good part when the shitty university wifi cut out. The video hadn’t even stopped on something sexy. Soda had been so frustrated he shouted, but Hajime just casually remarked that they’d have to find something else to jack off to. Soda had been about to call him stupid- the internet was out after all, how were they supposed to find anything- but when he looked at his roommate, Hajime just pointedly looked down at his cock and back up at Soda. He clued in pretty quickly.

They had both moved to sit on the floor, so they could see each other’s junk better. With their backs against their own beds they were only a few feet apart, even with his legs bent and spread wide to give Hajime a clear view, Soda could easily touch Hajime’s foot with his own and call it an accident. He did, Hajime didn’t mention it, he kept it there while he fingered himself at the same pace Hajime fucked his fist. He had imagined the first was his cunt, imagined he was brave enough to get up and ride Hajime’s cock. He came on his own fingers and barely managed not to moan Hajime’s name.

“If you were just gonna jack off anyways we could have just kept watching porn, man.”

Hajime’s voice brought him back to the present, where he was still rubbing his clit with jelly.

“Hey, I’m just following the instructions, dude, it says you gotta cover everything thoroughly.” He laughed.

“Sure.” Hajime rolled his eyes and handed Soda the bowl and the brush he had been mixing with. “If you’re that horny let’s just get this done with quickly.” Hajime’s eyes flicked back down to Soda’s crotch and he smirked. “Before you ‘thoroughly coat’ the toilet.”

Soda looked down to see a little line of slick slowly dripping down from his pussy to the toilet. He couldn’t help it, he always got really wet, and it was always worse when Hajime was around.

He just ignored it and started painting on the dye.

Hajime watched Soda work for a moment. He was doing a surprisingly bad job for someone who regularly colored his own hair. From where Hajime was, the dye looked uneven and Soda didn’t seem to be putting a whole lot of effort into actually keeping on just on the hair. Some had already smeared up onto his stomach.

“Hey, you kinda suck at that. You’re getting it everywhere.”

“That’s what the jelly’s for, dude, I don’t have to be good.”

“Right, I’m not going to have to listen to you complain about the pink spot on your stomach for the next few days.”

“Wha- oh god damnit.”

Hajime laughed as Soda set down the brush and started wiping off the dye on his stomach with a wad of toilet paper. He moved closer and grabbed the brush himself.

“Thought you weren’t gonna dye yours?” Soda was smirking down at him. Hajime just shifted even closer, pushing aside one of Soda’s thighs so he could sit between them.

“I’m not. I’m gonna do yours since you’re so bad at it.” Maybe it was mostly an excuse to spend some quality time between Soda’s legs, but it only worked cus Soda was actually doing such a terrible job.

“Fuck you man, I wasn’t doing that bad.” Hajime just raised a brow. “… fine. But, like, just do the front, I’m not trying to get dye in my pussy.”

“Duh.”

Hajime got to work painting on the dye, and Soda realized he should have just asked him to do it from the beginning. The brush strokes actually felt kind of good now that Hajime was in charge of them, and the hand high up on his inner thigh, stopping him from closing his legs, was a nice bonus too.

Hajime finished up quickly, it wasn’t that big of an area to cover, and Soda set a timer for the dye’s recommended 15 minutes. Hajime stayed where he was between Soda’s legs, staring.

“Dude is this a kink or something? Is that why you dye your hair so often? Cus you get off on it?” Soda just shot Hajime a questioning look. Hajime just gestured to his pussy. “You’re definitely wetter than you were when we started.”

Hajime was right, there was a little puddle forming below him now.

“Shut up dude. It’s a lot of attention on a sensitive area, okay? It’s natural.”

“You’re such a virgin.” Hajime chuckled and Soda couldn’t help but blush.

“Yeah, well why don’t you do something about it then?”

They both froze.

Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Hajime was staring up at him wide eyed, mouth open like he couldn’t figure out what to say. Shit. Abort.

“Ha, ‘s a joke dude! Wow! You should totally see your face right now! You look so dumb! Haha!” He was speaking too loudly and his laughter was forced, but Hajime relaxed, so it must have been good enough.

“Oh, to bad. I totally would have fucked you.”

“WHAT.” Soda practically squawked.

Hajime had been trying to play it cool, but between that and the look on Soda’ face, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing, falling back a bit with the force of it.

Soda watched Hajime laugh. Okay, so he had definitely been joking then right? Soda let out a little disappointed breath.

“Bastard.”

Soda wanted Hajime to fuck him so bad.

Hajime wanted to fuck Soda even more.

He had wanted to fuck him for months now. It had started long before they had started jacking off together, but, now that he got to see Soda naked every other day? The urge had grown so much stronger. He felt his dick twitch in his boxers as he looked back at Soda’s dripping pussy.

“So how much longer is this supposed to take? I’m pretty sure we both want to get back to jacking off.”

Soda reached over and checked the timer on his phone.

“Like 10 more minutes before I can rinse it off.”

“Jesus, you should have just waited till after we finished to do this…”

“I was excited…” Soda looked a little embarrassed about it now, but mostly he just looked horny.

“You’re still ‘excited’.” Hajime smirked and Soda just rolled his eyes at him.

“You know there’s nothing stopping you right? Like, feel free to go back and jack off without me, you totally have my blessing, dude.” Now Soda was smirking.

“Right, and leave you horny and unsupervised with dye on your pubes? No thanks. Don’t want to have to take you to the hospital cus you started fingering yourself and got dye in your pussy.”

Soda just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever man.” A moment passed and Soda couldn’t help but stare at the noticeable bulge in Hajime’s boxers. “Just do it here then, you can watch me while you get off.” He really hadn’t meant it to come out that way, but Hajime was already laughing.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Oh fuck off, I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” Hajime just chuckled again as he pulled his cock out of his boxers and began slowly stroking, keeping his eyes on Soda.

Soda’s eyes were focused on his cock, hard and thick and leaking just a bit of precum. God, he wanted it inside him.

Hajime watched as Soda started shifting uncomfortably in front of him. Watched him bite his lip and shift his hips like he was searching for some little bit of friction. It was obvious how turned on he was, and how much it was killing him not to touch himself. Hajime felt kind of bad for him.

He looked at the small patch of dye, it ended just above Soda’s clit, not extending between his legs where he kept his hair trimmed short. Technically, there was nothing stopping him from fingering himself, he’d just have to be careful not to smear the dye every where while he did. But ‘careful’ wasn’t really something Soda was good at.

It was definitely best that Soda didn’t try to touch himself for now. Hajime on the other hand…

“You know… from this angle I could probably finger you without having to worry about the dye.” Hajime made sure to smirk while he said it, to keep his tone light and teasing.

“Please.” Soda hadn’t even thought before saying it. Hajime was probably just joking but he was just too worked up, he needed to get off. Watching Hajime stroke his dick while he just sat there was already hard to handle, but Hajime offering to finger fuck him? That was just too much.

Hajime watched as Soda shifted his hips forward a bit and leaned back on one of his hands, giving him and even better view of his soaked pussy.

“Wow, you must really have a dye kink or something if you’re this desperate, huh?” Hajime was starting to feel a little desperate himself, but he needed to keep things light. Couldn’t let Soda catch on to how bad he wanted this.

“Oh fuck you.” Soda sounded disappointed as he turned his head and drew back a little. Shit, too much joking. “You’d probably be bad at it anyways.”

Soda was blushing. He really hoped Hajime would take the bait.

“Is that a challenge?” Score. Now he just had to play it cool, can’t let Hajime know how badly he wanted it. He just shrugged and opened his legs a little wider, still looking away, letting Hajime interpret for himself what that meant.

He heard Hajime laugh and his stomach dropped.

“Get ready to be wrong dude, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” Wait, what?

Before Soda even had time to process that, he felt Hajime slip a finger into him.

“Oh, fuuuck.” He couldn’t stop himself, he was already moaning. It was embarrassing, it was just a finger, slowly pumping in and out of him, but it felt so much better than it had any right to because it was Hajime’s finger. Hajime was inside of him, even if it wasn’t his cock pumping into him, it was still Hajime.

Hajime couldn’t decide where to look; Soda’s face or his pussy? Soda’s face was flushed, and he had brought a hand up to try to muffle his moans. It wasn’t working. It just made him look hotter. His pussy was dripping, literally, so wet Hajime could hardly believe it was real. He was barely even touching himself now, too caught up in watching Soda. He curled his finger up gently and picked up the pace just a little.

When he looked up, Soda was watching him, panting.

“Who said I would be bad at this again? Definitely looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Shut up, man.”

“And, god, you’re so fucking wet. Like I was kind of joking before, but this is insane.”

Soda moaned and bucked his hips a little.

“Should have seen it before I started T, straight up waterfalls down there, man.”.

“That’s so fucking hot.” Hajime smiled when Soda looked away, embarrassed by the compliment apparently. He wanted his attention back though, so he slid in a second finger, meeting with no resistance. Soda threw his head back and moaned. It felt almost too easy. “You sure you’re a virgin dude? You’re really taking my fingers like a pro.”

“No dude, I’ve definitely been sneaking people into out tiny room and banging them without you noticing somehow. Of course I’m a virgin, man, don’t rub it in.” Soda paused, feeling self-conscious. “W-why? Am I loose or something?”

Hajime hated the worried look on Soda’s face, hated that he put it there.

“No way, tight as hell, it’s just that there’s like, no resistance.” He thrust his fingers in quickly a few times, both to prove his point and to make Soda gasp.

“That’s like- ah- the whole point of getting wet, genius.” The worried look was gone and he was panting again. Good.

“I mean, yeah, but it’s like… look.” He pulled out then pushed back in with three fingers, gliding in smoothly yet again. Soda moaned and pushed his hips forward. “I’ve literally never seen a pussy this wet without lube before.”

“Do you usually talk this much? Cus if you do, then that’s why. Pussies’re probably drying up while you’re busy running your stupid mouth. I know mine is.”

“Sure doesn’t feel like it.” Hajime rapidly fucked his fingers into him a few times before pulling out and showing Soda just how soaked they were. “Could use this as actual lube, man, easily.”

Hajime wrapped his fingers around his cock, coating it with Soda’s slick to demonstrate.

“Dude, gross.” He was panting as he said it, eyes half lidded and focused on Hajime’s cock. The implications of his cock being soaked with Soda’s slick… Soda felt his pussy clench down around nothing as he thought about Hajime fucking him raw.

Hajime moaned and worked his cock a little faster. He was thinking the same thing.

“Fuuuck, dude, it really is just like lube… or I guess lube is actually just like it, huh?” He flashed Soda a cocky grin and Soda hated that he thought it was funny too.

He watched Hajime work his cock, watched those wonderful fingers coated in his own slick tug and squeezed around it. He wanted it inside him, but he’d settle for just getting Hajime’s fingers back where they were.

“Way to leave a guy hanging…” Hajime laughed and shrugged a little.

“Sorry.” Hajime gave his dick a few more pumps before letting go. “But you looked like you were enjoying the show.” He slipped his fingers back into Soda easily, and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward against them. Hajime swallowed and wrapped his free hand around his cock again.

Soda couldn’t stop thinking about how the fingers inside him had just been on Hajime’s dick. It was stupid, but it somehow made the whole thing a little hotter.

Hajime picked up the pace, working them both a little faster.

“H-hey, I know I’m supposed to be showing you how good I am at this-” Oh right, that’s what this was supposed to be, Soda had completely forgotten. “-but I’m not gonna touch your clit, okay dude? That’s way too close to the dye.”

If Hajime had been touching his clit, Soda knew the whole thing would have been over almost as soon as it started. As much as he wanted Hajime’s fingers (and mouth, and lips, and tongue) on his clit, he was kind of glad he could drag this out. He wasn’t about to tell Hajime that though.

“It’s okay, dude, you can just- ah- just admit you don’t know where the clitoris is.” Hajime had started fingering him faster as he spoke. He could feel himself starting to get close. Hajime rolled his eyes at his words then stared down at his pussy again. Soda swore he saw him lick his lips, and he thought sent a chill up his body.

“I’ll just have to show you some other time…” It was quiet, and Soda wasn’t sure he was actually supposed to hear it, but the words pushed him so much closer to his release.

Soda was moaning openly and thrusting back against Hajime’s fingers, Hajime stroked his cock faster as he imagined how much sweeter those moans would sound with his lips wrapped around Soda’s clit. He leaned a little closer, fucked him a little harder on his fingers as he measured out the distance with his eyes. Maybe he could avoid the dye if he just used his tongue-

A loud ringing echoed through the room, startling them both. They froze and looked at each other for a moment before realizing it was the alarm on Soda’s phone.

Hajime laughed and pulled his fingers out as Soda turned off the alarm.

Soda felt like he was going to cry. He had been so close to cumming, and maybe he imagined it, but it really looked like Hajime was about to suck his clit. He whined when Hajime had removed his fingers, too turned on to even feel embarrassed by the noise.

“Chill, dumbass, we gotta rinse the dye off before it burns off your pubes or something.” Hajime stood and gestured towards the shower.

Soda stumbled in as quick as he could, desperate to get the dye rinsed out and Hajime’s fingers back inside of him. He grabbed the shower head and nearly dropped it before turning it on and bringing it close to his crotch, doing his best to rinse out the dye.

Then Hajime was there with him, gesturing for Soda to hand him the shower head with a devious look in his eye.

He was disappointed when Hajime just continued to rinse his pubes for him.

They both stood silently for a moment, waiting for the water to come away clear. After what felt like years to Soda, it finally did.

But before he could do anything, he was being pushed back against the shower wall and Hajime was talking.

“Guess I can show you where the clitoris is now, huh?”

Hajime move the shower head lower, focusing a stream of water directly onto Soda’s clit.

Soda shouted  and his body shook as he braced himself against the wall, overcome by the intense feeling, crying out when Hajime moved closer and thrust two of his fingers back inside him. Hajime immediately began fucking his finger into Soda even faster than he had been earlier.

“Bet you do this every time you shower, huh?” Hajime was standing so close, Soda could feel him rubbing his cock up against his hip, moving in time with the fingers pounding into him.

“P-pretty muu -uh yes, fuck! Hajime! Please!” He was losing his mind. His whole body was shaking. Between Hajime and the shower head he could hardly focus. He was so fucking close.

“Knew there was a reason you started showering regularly.”

“F-fuck you”

“Later.” The word sent him over the edge. ‘Later’, Hajime would fuck him later. In his mind, Hajime’s fingers became his cock, pounding into his pussy as he came around him, trying to milk his dick for every last drop of cum it could give him. Hajime just kept fucking him through his orgasm, didn’t even start to let up until Soda was whining.

Hajime dropped the shower head and pulled his fingers out of Soda’s dripping cunt to wrap them around his cock again. He pulled back, angle himself just right and fucked his fist until he was cumming, blowing his load onto Soda’s freshly dyed pubes.

They stood panting for a few moments catching their breath. Soda looked down to where Hajime’s cum was dripping down his body, and couldn’t help but run his fingers through it, wanting to touch it. Hajime looked up at him and raised a cocky eyebrow. He blushed.

“Th-this better not fuck up the dye.”

Hajime laughed and brought his mouth to his ear.

“If it does, I promise I’ll help you out again.”

(Next Chapter)

[ushiwakaout]

Lead Singer! Tamaki Amajiki with tattoo artist & lead guitarist S/O || MHA

Genre: Rock Star AU || Fluff || Self-Indulgent angst ||

⚠️ Warnings: Drug Use || Nsfw || Orgy || Mommy kink? ||

Words: 2k+

A/N: very self indulgent bc i love rockstar aus i’ve never seen one of tamaki so here it is! 

Gender Neutral Reader

Dude, don’t even get me started

HE SINGS LIKE JESSE THE GUY WHO SING SWEATHER WEATHER AND DADDY ISSUES

Can you imagine his singing devils advocate, holy shit he’d look so good MA’AM PLEASE

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT HE WOULDN’T DRESS LIKE HARRY STYLES 

He’s still shy and still has stage fright the first few times but your his lead guitar player (dated before the band was together)

Mirio is on the drums while Nejire is the bass player

It’s so hard not to pounce on him once he gets into his music like wow 

ESPECIALLY IF HE SUNG DEVILS ADVOCATE

You guys wear a matching matte black rings and people assume you’re married, y’all never say no so you’re gonna let people assume bc you’re fine with it.

You used to be a tattoo artist so many tattoos Tamaki has or will have, it’s done by you, he won’t want 

After every set he’ll either kiss you or your hand, it just depends if you go straight into the next set or not

He sings pretty boy dedicated to you bc if it where all to end, he’d be okay if it was by your side

The fans either ship you or they don’t 

It’s a little hard thinking that people don’t think you’re a good match but Tamaki always says that you’re his angel and he’d never fall in love with anyone else bc you’re his soulmate 

Some fans ship him with mirio and they both think its funny bc they’ve been best friends since they where kids so they don’t have a problem

But Tamaki does not, DOES NOT like it when they ship him with Nejire. Not that he doesn’t like her bc she, along with mirio, got him out of his comfort zone a lot (in a good way). 

He sees the way you’re smile fades when you see a post about their ship, people saying that they look good and all. It’s gotten to a point of wanting to break up with Tamaki just to make a handfull of fans happy

You’d do anything for his music to rise up the ranks, even if it meant losing your relationship

You’ve gone to mirio sobbing about this, it kinda hurt Tamaki that you didn’t go to him but you just couldn’t face him without the reminder of those stupid post

There was one day where a post said “look at the way he looks at her, he looks at her like he’s in love with her.” You looked at the picture for a long time and didn’t even realize the water works

You didn’t really mention it to anybody but when tamaki sang pretty boy, everyone could tell that it had a different feel to it

the set was over and before tamaki could look at you, you had already gone off the stage and ran towards the back locking yourself into the bathroom and kinda just letting it all out

god you hated this feeling, the ache in your chest 

Tamaki basically broke into the bathroom and froze when he saw you crying. He was so worry and so angry at the same time.

You both ended up crying on the bathroom floor together proclaiming your love for each other in such a snotty mess that it ended in laughter.

After that incident there was a long thread tweet of Tamaki explaining politely why he doesn’t like when people ship him with someone else other than his s/o or mirio (bc you don’t mind it either) people could tell that he was angry through the tweet and it was a lil scary bc tamaki DOES NOT GET ANGRY 

anygays- angst is over, sorry very self-indulgent. 

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T SMOKE DUE TO ANXIETY 

You guys have 21+ concerts bc it’s those type of concerts where u can smoke weed legally and drink

SHOT GUN SMOKE WITH TAMAKI HOT HOT HOT

Tamaki’s a lil high so he does it with mirio too and u end up doing it with nejire (your relationship def gets a lot better after the whole shipping situation bc yall talk about it and nejire ends up outing herself to you guys as a lesbian)

so if you’re a girl, Tamaki will def. tell her to watch herself when it comes to his girl but if you’re a dude- you guys are like oh... cool, good for you.

MMM  tourbus sex

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT AS A BAND YALL DIDN’T DO SOMETHING TOGETHER

you don’t Nejire anywhere near Tamaki tho, def a small cat fight while it happens 

TAMAKI GOT REALLY JELOUS WHEN MIRIO KISSED YOU OH MAN

Tamaki def fucked you several times while Mirio was listening bc TAMAKI WANTS HIM TOO KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TOO (cannon amajiki is a bottom and probably a pillow prince but fannon tamaki is a switch but in my head in this au TAMAKI IS A HARDCORE TOP)

Several occasions where you have to sit down during concerts bc tamaki ruined you minutes beforehand

FOR A FUCKING FACT yall do it in the dressing room and he just cums inside you and slips you’re underwear back on minutes before set AND U HAVE NO TIME TO CLEAN YOURSELF SO YOU’RE LIKE FUCK

mmm i love me some dom tamaki

Okay lets get to award shows

B E S T D R E S S E D C O U P L E A W A R D 

its something like this:  female / male

if y’all win something tamaki will NOT speak, way too many people are looking at him at the moment and he almost died during the pictures. 

“some many flashing cameras”

holds your hand tighter and y’all ask to get escorted out 

If y’all live together like only you and him, you’re house def is the definition of dark decor

if you guys every do get married, you aren’t getting a live band, everyone thought you did but it turns out it’s you guys in wedding attire- they love it.

Also very small wedding, somehow able to hide it from the pap and its like 50 people or so, mostly friends and like 1/3 family

100% LIKE PEWDIEPIES WEDDING. very very private but very nature/dark decor 

do y’all get wedding tattoos. yes. but not matching, not really.

do y’all tattoo each-other at the wedding... yes.

on your ring finger you have a sun and he has the moon.

you are the light that guides his threw the darkness  and he is your sun, always lighting up your life you know bc the sun lights up the moon

y’all just love eachother sorry

you don’t break up and y’all don’t expect to

BABIES Fem version

do you still play while pregnant yes

are people surprised, yell yeah

you gotta sit down tho bc your feet are killing you 

around the 6 to 9 month mark, the band goes on a break tamaki ends up going solo for a bit during the break and he makes you sing with him AND WOW do you get a larger fanbase bc of it. yes

angelic voice of a pregnant mother

it made tamaki horny, like how the fuck are are you so fucking great at fucking everything please let me fuck you god please

will whine, WILL CALL YOU MOMMY god yes

BABIES Male version.

Yall really wanted to adopt w one baby but the baby you liked had a twin so youre like HOW CAN U TAKE ONE AND NOT THE OTHER

they are twins but ones a boy and one is a girl

god you love them with all your heart

BABIES IN GENERAL (fem version yall have twins too, boy and girl)

they grow up to be band geeks, yall love it but your boy learns piano and the girl ends up playing the guitar (def not the outcome you guys thought it would be but you really dont care)

Let set names Mizuki for a girl, Haru for a boy. (legit beautiful moon and the sun)

Mizuki is very alternative meets fairy academia/ loves plants. probably a baby witch: has the same attitude as Tamaki

Haru is Dark Academia meets city pop / loves record, old gadgets and reading books: very much more like their other parent 

If y’all ever retire to just making music at home the kids are def. gonna take the band name and just put “The new gen” after it. You guys make fun of them for being unoriginal and they get pouty 

but they had you guys crying the first time they got a gig. they both sing, make music like billie and finneas and y’all just so proud. 

when you guys start getting older they will take you to award shows as their date to flex the fact that they are gen celebs who actually made something off of their parent success unlike some people

y’all just flex you’re kid bc they doing so well

just for shits and giggles (kids are like 22 at this point, you guys are like 46) :

Haru would probably get a girl pregnant during a one night stand and end up in a baby daddy situation

Mizuki probably steals Tamakis weeb and smokes it w lavander, you catch her and you’re like.... is it good? mother/father daughter smoke sesh

Haru is like “where’s mom, i need her to run by some notes- are you guys smoking? I’m telling dad.”

“It’s not like you’re dad doesn’t smoke either.” 

Haru and Mizuki are like “WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?!” 

“Since always... how’d you think he got over his stage fright? It’s not like i could go down on you’re dad every time before a concert to lift his nerves.”

Fake gagging from the two kids. 

You guys a def the parents who kinda don’t care about your image but you don’t let your kids go off easy

They are good kids who kept good grades and never got caught while doing trouble- so they are well respected and have liberty to do what they like.

There ends up being an article about your family and the cover is you guys- all of you with your nails painted and eyemakeup

very very controversial interview with strict and non liberals calling you guys bad parents and such

and you guys also talked about the topic about how you cared for your children. explaining that you guys stopped smoking, stopped drinking, kept a healty diet until they where 15. once they became 18 it was a very open enviroment, letting your kids grow the way they want and not suffocating them. not shoving down their beliefs and likes- they grew up the way they wanted to with the care of their parents.

parents kinda hate you ngl, yall too great sksksksk

yall also play the game where they ask you questions and if you don’t answer you have to take a shot

Mizuki: “Oh ew, please don’t answer this question... Have you ever had- *clears throat* have you guys ever had sex while we where in the house

Tamaki gets all red and shoves a shot down your throat and now you don’t get to answer “But I wanted to answer!” Haru is cringing hard and he takes a shot himself “You guys are gross”

Haru asks a question and just HATES IT “Oh god... Okay- Only because I wanna know I’m asking parent number 2 (you’re parent #2) Is the rumor of you guys doing the dirty with your band true. Did you guys have an orgy.”

You start to laugh your ass off but Mizuki and Tamaki are looking at eachother bc they cant believe they’ve done this Haru def is out of his shy bubble and now Mizuki has it

“You want a shot papa?” She asked tamaki, he just nodds and she fills it to the brim, “I think thats enough.” But before he’s able to reach for it, She shoots it down and put another one full for him

“Oh yeah, that’s true. Kinda i guess, it wasn’t really an orgy- It was more like two couples doing it in the same room while doing it but you’re uncle mirio did kiss me.”

Kids: Forever gagging

Tamaki: Forever blushing

You: Ah sweet memories :)

Request are open! You can request anyone from My Hero Academia (low key wont write for tsu or uraraka. Will not write for mineta), Haikyuu, Attack on Titan or Balance Unlimited!

[spartanlocke]

Idk why tumblr made me unfollow you again. But ANYWAYS, can you explain the battle of Azeroth? I’m looking at the wiki but I’m confused. I’ve never played WOW but I’m curious (and afraid) of why Battle of Azeroth is another example of this Blue Skin Fetish Man at play.

(Tbh I should probably delete that comment cause I realized that unless you’ve followed WoW’s story for years, you won’t know how badly BFA contradicts everything to the point of receiving the title of “bad fanfiction.”)

This is the shortest way I could explain BFA and it’s still very long, because if I went into detail explaining every single flaw I could beat haruspis’ record for word counts. So, this is less of an explanation and more of a list of aspects that gave it the Blue Skin Fetish Man’s Fanfiction title. Here we go:

Battle for Azeroth revived the faction war - a decades long feud between the Horde and Alliance - despite it contradicting and invalidating previous expansions. Blizzard spent years writing the faction war arc for it to conclude in Legion with the Horde and Alliance finally putting aside history and uniting. Not just “Oh we have to work together it’s convenient.” but actually uniting. Aside from two faction leaders who hate the shit out of each other (Genn and Sylvanas), there was no conflict between the Horde and Alliance. There was barely any “faction” content at all. The war had pretty much ended, and it was clear from previous expansions it had been leading up to this.

But instead of respecting this, Blizzard went “Actually let’s bring the war back” and had the Horde attack the Alliance unprovoked. How did they make this work? They threw out everyone’s personalities. Out of all the Horde leaders, the only ones who’d actually want a war are Sylvanas (who proposed it) and maybe Gallywix, if he thought he could make a profit. Saurfang, Lor’themar, Baine and Ji Firepaw are all either pacifists, aren’t in a position to deal with a war, or straight-up hate war. So Blizzard just tossed their personalities and made them blindly agree. Aside from Saurfang, none of them even have opinions on the war, they’re just doing what their Warchief Sylvanas tells them to.

The Alliance, meanwhile...only four leaders are even present in the story, and they’re completely incompetent. Mind you, the Alliance is vastly more powerful than the Horde. Some of their leaders are the most powerful magic-users alive, and they straight-up have a space-ship that can shoot lasers. If WoW were written realistically at all, the Alliance would’ve maimed the Horde years ago. So instead Blizzard made half of them absent from BFA, and the ones who are present are dumb as shit and forget they’re demi-god tier magic-users.

...Or they don’t forget, and are nonetheless beaten by Danuser’s self-insert, Man With Bow, who has plot armor thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. (Seriously, this dude went up against a powered-up Tyrande and her demi-god husband and got out without a scratch. It was so bad it became a bitter meme.) 

Which brings the next big problem: plot armor. Like I said, this is a fanfiction, so alongside everyone acting out-of-character for it to work, we also need plot-armor, AKA the script. This is where Blue Skin Fetish Man comes at play. This whole expansion happens because Sylvanas wants power, and she’s an extremely cunning tactician....or so we’re repeatedly told. Instead of making her actually do anything clever, the plot simply works in her favor. Every. Single. Time. 

The Alliance attack her city in retaliation? She blows it up. Was this an intentional trap to kill important Alliance leaders, or just “If I can’t have the city no one can”? No one knows! Horde is trying to get a powerful empire of trolls to join them, but the trolls don’t want to? Alliance attack trolls for no reason, kill their king, and his daughter join the Horde for revenge. Horde loses their ship fleet? Alliances loses theirs, too. Horde suddenly decides This War Is Bad, Actually and team up with the Alliance to take down Sylvanas? She was gonna ditch them anyway because the faction war was never part of her masterplan. Also she made a deal with a death god to get power in exchange for everyone killed in the war, so she’s basically a god now. And no this wasn’t explained in-game. She’s too busy being a Flawless Tactician for us plebs to possibly understand her motives (which Blizzard never even gave us hints to.)

Naturally, the fanbase didn’t like this. Even if you didn’t follow the story like I did (I’m like, one of the 2% of people who know Blizz was writing the faction war arc to eventually end.), there was just SO little reason for the Horde to agree to reviving the war that pissed off just about everyone. Everyone is also pissed that every time Blizz wants to cause faction conflict, they make the Horde start it.

But that won’t stop them from demonizing the Alliance for retaliating against the Horde! A big example was having this character who didn’t care about the faction war, saying he joined it because Jaina “went too far” when she was literally just protecting her people from a Horde assault.

...Wow, that still ended up being pretty long, but I needed to explain how Battle for Azeroth not only contradicts lore, but so shamelessly contradicts logic that it can only be described as “Steve Danusar’s fanfiction.” It threw anyway everyone’s personalities, ignored everything written in previous expansions, then made every plot-point happen because the script said so instead of giving logical reasons. And they didn’t even bother to look at fan theories and go “Uh yeah, yeah that’s totally what we planned.” They just...didn’t care! They didn’t bother to make sense in the slightest!!!

All this, because Steve Danusar wanted Sylvanas to become the story’s antagonist - instead of N’zoth or Azshara, who’d been built up as the antagonists for OVER FIFTEEN YEARS. And mind you, in Blizzard, the antagonists are THE main characters of the story. They’re the poster boy, plot-roller, and favorite of the writers. Everything is about them - even the merch. Sylvanas fans will tell you Blizz did this because they hate Sylvanas, but I assure you it’s quite the opposite. Blizzard absolutely loves their antagonists. (Also, you know, Danuser is the HEAD WRITER AND HER #1 FANBOY.) 

...The only difference here is that Blizzard has the tendency to give out-of-jail-free redemption “arcs” to characters they like, even when they were merrily committing genocide five minutes ago. They’ve done this every expansion since WoD; Grommash, Illidan, and Saurfang. And next will probably be Sylvanas, in some poorly-foreshadowed “plot-twist” that reveals she was just “helping us” all along. All the characters will go “Holy shit you were helping us.”, forget she has a higher body-count than Garrosh, and proceed to praise her as a savior while all her victims are either forgotten or told to hush.

...Or she’ll maybe just die in the first raid to make room for The Jailer guy, but Steve Danuser has shown to be so shamelessly horny for her I doubt he’ll let her die.

(Oh, also the whole “N’zoth and Azshara” thing? Turned out just to be a side-plot to give Sylvanas more power, since she’s partially responsible for N’zoth’s death, she gets tribute...uh, sorry, “power” from it. These two had been hyped up for nearly two decades. Turned into plot-tools. For Sylvanas. Who is once again the center-of-attention for the oncoming expansion, SylvanasShadowlands. Which isn’t even out and is already written terribly.) 

[mwolf0epsilon]

Just like how Keanu Reeves became a National Treasure™, Josh becomes a National Treasure™

Josh has a huge fan base that wholly adores him and maybe wants to marry him (At least in my fics he gets the respect he deserves).

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"Leo, when I asked for you to keep an eye on what's going on in social media regarding public opinion on the pro-android campaigns, I didn't mean this..."

The brunet glared In mild annoyance as Markus walked into the kitchen holding his laptop. His annoyance escalated to mild irritation when he noticed his Accord profile was online.

He promptly got up from where he was seated with the others, dropping his cards on the table on top of everyone else's (which made a winning North throw up her arms in anger at her sudden loss), and walked over to his brother to snatch it away from his hands.

"Don't snoop through my shit, asshole!" Leo growled as he set the laptop down on the table. "I've been keeping up to date with shit too, so don't get your panties in a knot..."

"Playing Fuck, Marry, Kill with a bunch of strangers online isn't keeping up to date with public opinions..." Markus groaned.

"Shit, they started a round of FMK? Nice..." Leo snorted before shaking his head. "But in all seriousness, that Accord server there, is an exclusive team of elite that I assembled for that little favour you asked. They're pretty good at keeping me up to speed on things... Sometimes shit doesn't really happen all day tho, so we get bored and discuss the finer things."

"Like Fuck, Marry, Kill?" North rose an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Yep." Leo popped the 'P' at the end for emphasis before beginning to type into the chat. The four androids noticed his chat handle was 'KingOfTheUrbanJungle', an obvious play on his actual name. Charming. "Usually it's pretty chill, unless there's been anything dodgy going on online. We got an expert keeping up with the shadier sort, and another that's been keeping tabs on android supporters and community modders."

"Isn't modding illegal?" Simon asked.

"Only because Cyberlife's pitched the hissiest of fits over their merch being potentially stolen and copied, or worse, repaired at home. Cyberlife hates DIY engineers and mechanics that have an eye for robotics...That sort of crap. They're intimidated." Leo explained as he left an inquiry on who the FMK prompt was for. "That's not even accounting for people who can't fucking afford their ridiculous insurance policies. You know they tried to bill dad after the cops shot you down..."

"They did what?!" Markus looked horrified.

"Yep. Tried to bill a bed-bound elderly man who nearly died of a heart attack. Dad told me they only got their tiny dicks back in their pants after Elijah Fucking Kamski rained hell on their parade since technically he has full rights to your software and design..." Leo shrugged "Score one for androids being property I guess... But only this once."

"Those sons of bitches..." Markus muttered darkly before the laptop pinged.

"Oh! Ooh that's a hard one..." Leo mumbled as he read the prompt, sent by someone going by 'LatinaLatte'. What an odd chat handle. "Damn."

"Is it celebrities?" Simon asked.

"Nope. She's asking out of Markus, Josh and North, who we'd fuck, marry and kill." Leo admitted with a grin on his face.

Everyone stared at him.

He gulped.

"...Obviously I would not fuck Markus...?" He offered "But I'm uh, not inclined to kill anyone so uh...hard choice?"

They still stared.

And then the chat pinged.

Someone going by 'LamentingMercenary' immediately presented their thoughts.

"Fuck North, marry Josh, kill Markus." Leo wrinkled his nose "Of course he would, what an ass..."

"Wow this game sucks..." North glared daggers. She was not too inclined with being the subject of someone's fantasies.

Another ping, 'LatinaLatte' this time.

"Fuck Markus, marry Josh, kill North." Leo read.

Another ping from 'MercifulDisappointment'.

"Can you fuck and marry Josh and kill both North and Markus?"

Leo cackled when 'QueenBitch' replied to the last comment with a clearly disappointed "No" while everyone else started laughing in chat. Leo nearly forgot he had an audience.

"Ok so uh, there's like a lot of people saying fuck and marry Josh...consistently." Simon pointed out. "Not one person has said kill Josh."

"It's rigged I tell you..." North grumbled. Leo blinked at her in confusion and then shook his head.

"Nah not really... There's like, a fan page of you guys, with polls and shit...Josh is like, #1 in all of it."

The others, including a very uncomfortable and flustered Josh, all stared blankly at him.

"...What?" Markus asked.

"You really don't know? Markus I linked you the damn Facebook page..."

"Nobody uses Facebook anymore!" Markus protested.

"Well fuck Markus, they still do and holy crap it's insane... Here." He quickly closed his Accord tab and opened up the ancient website that should have been dead and buried by now thanks to a lot of law suits, but that came back crawling from the grave every two years. Surely enough there was a fan page dedicated to the Jericho leaders and Josh scored the highest in popularity, with Simon coming close second.

"What the shit?" North gawked.

"Yeah... Crazy right? Makes sense tho, Josh is like...The perfect poster child here." Leo shrugged.

"How exactly?" Josh looked very uncomfortable.

"...Dude...You're nice. And nonthreatening? You help old ladies across the street, you're very gentle with kids, you help with the community..." Leo listed off "You're not... I donno, overly perfect and unapproachable. You don't openly fight people. You don't yell, you don't hide away at the tower all day... People get like, super nervous around Markus and North, and they see very little of Simon so you're like... The only Jericho leader they ever actually seen being a part of society?"

There was a collective silence from the four androids. They were stunned really, after hearing all of this.

It was a little hard to process.

"You're all doing good out there, fighting the good fight and helping who needs it... But yeah honestly you three are a bit too scary. Josh is openly kind and outgoing and that gets people more at ease..."

"So basically... People prefer Josh because he's just... Being himself?" Simon blinked.

"... Yep."

"...."

"To be fair, it's easier to get behind the cause of someone who reads to kids in his free time."

"I...How did you know about that?!" Josh frowned. He hadn't told anyone what he did with his spare time.

"It's on YouTube. Some of the androids at the tower uploaded videos of you with the kids at New Jericho. It's super cute dude."

"Oh god...That's really creepy! And embarrassing!" Josh covered his face with his hands in mild distress.

"It also apparently made a chatroom with 11 people horny for you." North pointed out.

"North, not helping!"

"Then stop being so cute all the time!"

"He can't it's in his nature." Simon shook his head sadly.

"Simon don't encourage her!!!"

Leo smirked as he watched Markus sigh and try to help mediate the ensuing argument, before typing into the private Accord server chat.

"Can we all agree Josh is like, a national treasure, and that deep down we'd all marry him?"

The chatroom seemed to wholly agree with him on that one.

And then 'G69D' commented.

"So would you fuck or kill your brother? I know for a fact you'd not go near North even with a 20 foot pole."

Leo grimaced and closed his laptop.