#like sorry he is not a lover boy! not the way beau is

[foxmulderautism]

i love felix but it's sooo funny how lover boy came together so perfectly and made so much sense suddenly as soon as i cut his POV out lmfao like. babygirl you were the parasite

[f1amour]

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 DAYLIGHT — OSCAR PIASTRI

[ social media au ]

pairing: oscar piastri x sainz!reader

face claim ★ paola_cossentino

authors note: this is all fiction not hating on any drivers purposely it is just for the story. thinking of making this a little series if anyone has any requests form this pairing send them my way <3

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yourusername endless bubble baths with lover boy 🫧🤍

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user1 they say carlos is the good looking one of the siblings but…y/n is a goddess, she wins

user2 it’s almost been a year PLEASE TELL US WHO IT IS

carlossainz55 i would to know as well please. also please block me when you post photos like this.

landonorris same

charles_leclerc same

maxverstappen1 same (i already know)

alex_albon same

user3 she’s been in a relationship for a year and her brother and friends are yet to know is CRAZY

alexandrasaintmleux can’t wait to see you next week!! (and lover boy too i guess🙄)

charles_leclerc YOU KNOW?! TELL ME PLEASE MON AMOUR

carlossainz55 she knows but you haven’t told your family?😔

yourusername can’t wait to see you 🫶🏼

yourusername replied to carlossainz55 the family knows except you…sorry hermano. you might purposefully crash into him on the track.

lilymhe gorgeous girl ✨💗

iamrebeccad carlos is freaking out now. you basically told him lover boy is on the grid😭

user4 i love how none of the guys know but all the wags know about lover boy

user5 PAUSE. LOVER BOY IS A DRIVER OMG.

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After weeks of speculating who may be the mystery boyfriend of Y/n Sainz sister of Carlos Sainz Jr. it was revealed a few days ago that Oscar Piastri is the guy she has been going out with for almost a year now.

Y/n Sainz is known for her fashion icon status but most known for her songwriting skills collaborating with artists like Olivia Rodrigo, Harry Styles, Billie Eilish, Niall Horan, Sabrina Carpenter, Ariana Grande, and Taylor Swift. She has yet to release her own music but it has been teased that 2025 might be the year she finally shares her own musical talents.

Y/n Sainz, 25 and Oscar Piastri, 22 arrived to the Melbourne airport ahead of the Australian Grand Prix next week which is the McLaren’s driver home race.

It had become gossip around the paddock regarding who the mystery boyfriend of the youngest Sainz sibling could be as only a handful of drivers were single. Some had started speculating Lando Norris was her new beau seeing as he has a close relationship with her brother but that was shut down when Lando was asked about the rumor in an interview.

It then became a rumor that the mystery boyfriend was Williams driver Logan Sargeant as they had shared a few hugs in the paddock and were seen at the same restaurant at the start of this year. But he has then shut down that rumor confirming he is in a relationship already.

Others started speculating Y/n was seeing Lance Stroll after he left a few likes and comments on her most recent provocative posts. Y/n was the one to shut the rumor down with a simple “lol. no.” on a comment left by a fan asking if she was dating the Aston Martin driver.

Fans started speculating the fashionista & song writer was back with her ex boyfriend, NBA player Devin Booker. They were in a long term relationship for 5 years but were constantly off and on. Fans believed Y/n was making up a cover story so everyone could focus on the drivers of Formula One and who she may be dating out of all of them instead of the fact she got back with her ex.

Y/n’s team refused to comment on the last rumor. The pair did not finish on the worst terms but not in the best either and have tried their best to avoid each other at any events they attend.

Now to the one who was not expected on this rumor mill up until now: Oscar Piastri. The 22 year old had shared his crush on the girl since being a reserve driver for Alpine in 2022. He even follows a few fan pages of the girl and was always one of the first people to like her posts.

Everyone teased him about it and still did during the 2023 season which was when he started dating the youngest Sainz. Y/n has shared a few moments with the McLaren driver but nothing that would alarm anyone into thinking they were seeing each other.

MORE ARTICLES BELOW…

Y/N SAINZ SPOTTED WITH OSCAR PIASTRIS FAMILY ON A DAY OUT AT THE BEACH

CARLOS SAINZ SEEN CHASING OSCAR PIASTRI AROUND THE PADDOCK

Y/N SAINZ AND OSCAR PIASTRI MAKE PADDOCK DEBUT

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oscarpiastri thanks for all the birthday wishes 🎉 special thanks to the gorgeous girl supporting me throughout this race weekend and for the rest to come. i love you to the moon.

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user1 ITS OFFICIAL OMG

user2 “for the rest to come” they are endgame.

carmenmmundt my favorite couple. happy birthday, oscar!

yourusername my favorite person. forever thankful to you. we would not be here if you didnt set us up that night lol

oscarpiastri thank you, like my star said we’ll forever be thankful to you setting us up

user3 “my star” HES DOWN SO BAD. also carmen set them up?! i love this so much

landonorris happy birthday mate!

yourusername just realizing your poster comes out in the last picture 🤨

landonorris even in photos i will thirdwheel 😌

yourusername i tried adding 23 candles but they said it could create a fire hazard. loser mclaren 😡

oscarpiastri we can have a redo at home anything you want

mclaren we have to keep our papaya queen safe✨

landonorris thought that was me 🥲

yourusername you’ve been replaced 😙

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yourusername my lover boy. my sunshine. my daylight. my world. my home. my safe space. all in one. getting set up on a date that we thought was meant to be a group dinner only to arrive at the same time expecting to see our friends but ended up just being you and i all night. it will be my favorite date ever. to know you is to know what love is and to have found a best friend in a lover. you are mine, my sunshine. te amo, oscar🏹☁️🤍🧸

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user1 1m likes in 5 minutes is CRAZY. oscy/n nation has take over 😌

user2 she made him a playlist of songs that make her think of him AND RELEASED A SONG SHE WROTE AND SUNG. Y/N SINGING DEBUT!!!

user3 she wrote him a song?! what is it called?

user2 daylight! it’s the most romantic song she has ever written. give it a listen trust me you won’t regret it user3

alexandrasaintmleux my favorite couple 💗

liked by yourusername and oscarpiastri

charles_leclerc collab when?

yourusername when and where?😌

lilymhe so happy the guys will stop annoying us to tell them who the bf was

alexalbon yeah i won’t ever get over all the girlfriends and wives knowing about this but not us 🤨

georgerussell63 same

pierregasly same

maxverstappen1 same (again i already knew)

lewishamilton jokes on everyone i caught them making out behind the mclaren motorhome last year, they said i was the first one to know

nicolepiastri thank you for reciprocating his crush on you😂 the family loves you and how great you two are together 💕

yourusername had to make his dream come true🤷🏻‍♀️ thank you for raising an amazing son! i love you and the rest of the piastri family 🫶🏼

carlossainz55 he really makes you happy…

yourusername he really does. it’s all you ever wanted for me, right? i’m not a little girl anymore, carlos. you don’t have to protect me anymore

carlossainz55 i’ll always protect my hermanita but…i can see how much he cares about you. and how much he loves you. i’ll stop chasing him like a mad man around the paddock…for now.

landonorris good. poor lad was starting to almost pass out after he would escape you😂

oscarpiastri my greatest gift i have received is you (and deylight) my pretty girl, i’m forever going to love you until we are old and wrinkly and until our last day on this earth. i will love you in all other universes. thank you for loving me. the love of my life, you are my love and life

yourusername making me cry, osc☹️ hurry up and get to the hotel so i can kiss you

[dallonwrites]

wrote this at 3am woke up thirty minutes ago forcing myself not to edit it so it stays in its pristine 3am state. anyway felix trying his best to confront his trauma directly after becoming so scared by the way he and dorothy act in RR (hehe) and also exploring his gender and sexuality through his first relationship with a woman (also they are both bisexual. hehe). i cheered. anyway who said all that

silly writer (me) gets hit with sudden idea for an opening line

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Morning

@rosekillermicrofic September 7, word count 618

Previous part First Jegulus part

“Oooooo do you think that’s him?” Barty pointed out of the window at the scruffy-haired man in glasses who looked completely lost. Evan shoved him out of the way. 

“Dammmmnnnnn, Regulus can’t half-pick them. Barty, would you be offended if I dumped you for that specimen?” Evan was basically drooling on the window sill. 

“Only if you leave me out of what will obviously be the shag of a lifetime.” He didn’t have time to say more as the buzzer went. He raced out of the bedroom and grabbed the receiver. “Yeah?” He grunted. James stammered an introduction back at him. Barty decided to have a bit of fun. “We’re not interested.” He barked and hung up. James tried again, and again Barty rudely cut him off and went to hang up, but Evan grabbed the phone off him. 

“Barty, what are you doing?” Evan rolled his eyes. He gave him his best devil’s smile and went to wait by the front door. “Oh, are you the new beau? Come on up, I’ll buzz you in,” He heard Evan say. He had to stifle the cackle that was bursting to get out. 

He pressed his face to the door so he could see through the spy hole and watched the stairway for James’s arrival. He spotted the mess of black curls bobbing up the stairs, counted to five and almost ripped the door from its hinges in his haste to open it before James could knock. 

“Oooooo, he wasn’t lying. He’s fit as fuck,” Barty leered, his eyes running up and down James, watching as the other man shifted uncomfortably in the doorway. 

“So handsome and those muscles. Nom,” Evan joined in the game, biting his lip as he looked James over. “Come on in,” Evan waved him through. “I’m Evan and this miscreant is Barty. Welcome to our flat. Regulus is on his way and Pandora is right through here.” Barty tried not to scowl when Evan put on his host voice. It looked like the game was over then. 

But then Pandora grabbed James’s face and did her party trick. Oh, the panic in James’s eyes was to die for. Barty quickly schooled his face into a neutral expression. Panda would have his balls if he disturbed her reading.  

The front door banged open and Regulus shouted through to them. 

“Is James here yet?” Regulus had popped to the shops after he'd had a meltdown over what to cook for James and had decided on a whole new menu. Barty and Evan hadn’t had the heart to stop him, not after the morning he’d had. Regulus had meant to be home before James arrived, at least he was only a few minutes late. 

“Yes, he's here. Your lover boy is getting the Pandora treatment,” Evan shouted back. 

“Merde. Sorry James, I’ll be right there.” Regulus hurried into the living room and went straight to James’s side, giving him a slightly awkward one-armed hug.  

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that,” Evan teased. And to the room’s shocked surprise, James took up the dare. James wrapped his arm around Regulus’s back and dipped him as he stole a kiss. Regulus was flushing violently when James set him back upright and Barty’s jaw was just about touching the floor. 

“Wooooooooo!” He and Evan chorused, keen to see Regulus turn even redder. 

“Shut up,” Regulus grumbled at them. “Let’s go make dinner,” They dutifully followed their friend into the kitchen. Barty thought he might actually grow to like this James fellow. He made Regulus smile, so he was already in Barty’s good books. They’d have to see how the night went as to whether he stayed there. 

Next part

[sushiwriterhere]

top gun threesomeissance 2023 masterlist

wow y'all!!! i'm so sorry for how late this is but you guys blew me away with each of these pieces. thank you to everyone who wrote, read, reblogged, liked, commented, and just in general encouraged their friends to write. so much love, and i hope everyone enjoyed!! now, in no particular order...... the masterlist:

bradley, jake, x f!reader

Up the Ante - @sometimesanalice Rooster had heard the whispers. He knew what the stories were about- the ones that had followed him and Hangman around for years. You, however, are more than happy to find out for yourself if all the rumors were true.

jake, f!reader, x f!reader's friend

You and Me and She Makes Three - @roosterforme Jake had feelings for you. And that was a problem, because he didn't do relationships. He was going to have to choose his independence over being with you. At least that's what he thought until he was presented with the opportunity to enjoy you and his freedom at the same time. 

bob, jake, x reader

three tender lovers - @sebsxphia bob proposes a solution to jake’s remarks to the marks on bob’s back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.

(im)Patiently Waiting - @callsign-cacti You and Bob have been dancing around one another for years. Now, with Jake and Bob eyeing each other, you have a plan. Hopefully, it ends with both of them in your bed... or any bed.

mickey, bob, x f!reader

Two Turns Into Three - @foreverrandomwritings You and your boyfriend Fanboy propostion your close friend Bob with a threesome request.

javy, bradley, x f!reader

Merrier the More - @sylviebell Jake strikes out at the bar, but you hit a couple of home runs

javy, natasha, x reader

The Last Unicorn - @thedroneranger Getting caught between Natasha and Javy leads to a unique experience.

javy, mickey, x f!plus size!reader

"It was always gonna end this way" - @briseisgone [no author written summary but!] smut, polyamory, boys being bisexual boys, and a whole lotta fun

beau, jake, x f!reader

The Magic Number - @wkndwlff Beau and his fiancé discover the magic of threes.

[captain-mj]

Imagine if Graves started to call Price absolutely ridiculous pet names(Pookie bear, Snuggles, Doodlebug, etc.) To get on his nerves, but Price secretly starts to like it. Then Graves just randomly stops and Price corners him asking him why he stopped.

Time to push my Cajun Graves onto everyone.

“Can you pass me that, dumpling?”

Price almost died. Right then and there. In front of everyone.

The entire 141 finally made quiet.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said can you pass me that?” Graves looked mildly annoyed. Farah and Ghost were exchanging looks to make sure they both heard it.

Price chalked it up to mishearing until the item, a mug, was in Graves’s hand.

“Thank you, dumpling.”

The reaction was immediate. Soap coughed so hard his face turned red. Gaz stared at them. Ghost had his face on the table but it wasn’t clear if he was laughing or crying.

Graves poured the coffee into the mug and made the escape before anyone could manage to get words.

Price just stared at where Graves was.

Dumpling??

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For a while, it seemed to have stopped. No big deal. Probably just Graves in a silly mood.

Price was talking about how Brandy was made after Graves asked. He had a feeling he was just humoring his interests, but Price knew Graves didn't like talking that much, so they both got something out of it.

"Stud muffin, I really don't get how you remember all this stuff." Graves's accent thickened when he said that.

Price paused, just staring at him for a minute. Like before, it mostly caught him off guard, not made him upset.

"What did you call me?"

"Stud muffin. American phrase." Graves smiled at him. "So about the distilling."

"What does it mean?"

"It's just a nickname, John. What else were you going to say?"

Price couldn't remember, feeling more flustered than usual. He ended up picking a random spot and guessing by the way Graves smirked, it was the wrong one.

While Graves was away, he looked it up.

stud·muf·fin

/ˈstədˌməf(ə)n/

a man perceived as sexually attractive, typically one with well-developed muscles.

Price felt his face heat up even more. He had learned from Alex that dumpling was just a term of endearment, but stud muffin seemed substantially more flirty.

And in public!

While they were getting in the car, Graves leaned into him. "Thanks for the night out, Doodlebug."

Price's internal monologue was just screaming. "Any... Any um..." He took a deep breath. "Anytime."

Graves laughed a little.

-

The next one. The next one Price already knew.

"Ain't you a Casanova." Every time. Every time Graves used one of these godforsaken nicknames, his accent dripped in his voice like honey and Price wanted to drown in it. Normally, Graves kept it carefully tamped down, trying to sound professional and neutral. Price would be a liar if he ever said he didn't absolutely love his voice.

Price found himself just staring again.

Graves stared back at him for a minute, still smiling but there was a bit of tension to his shoulders.

"Yes." Price said slowly and Graves laughed hard.

"I love you so much, beau." This nickname, Price was more than familiar with. It meant handsome in French and Graves used it pretty often.

"I love you too, honey?" Price said the nickname like a question and Graves's lips pursed slightly.

-

The next time, they were in bed. More precisely, Price was in Graves. It was slow, lazy sex, more kissing than thrusting between them.

"Oh, Lover boy, don't know how I managed without you." Graves mumbled above him, moving to straddle him.

Once again, sirens in Price's brain. He felt so flustered suddenly and at a loss for words. Graves didn't seem to notice, continuing to move.

Once they were done, Price hugged him to his chest.

Lover boy might be his favorite yet. Though, that may just be because of how Graves says it. Or what Graves said it with. Or anything.

Price held Graves tight so he wouldn't look up and see how red he was.

-

He stopped. Two weeks and no one new nicknames. No reappearance of any of the old ones either. Price was back to strictly being sweetheart and if it was special occasion, beau.

"I can't fucking live like this." He groaned into his pillows. Just the thought of Graves's voice, calling him those nicknames, made him melt. They were all so damn cute and Graves was so fucking cute and...

Price stood up and went to find him. He ended up cornering him in the hallway, watching him press against the wall.

"Everything alright, John?"

"You stopped using the nicknames. The cute southern ones."

Graves looked surprised before blushing. "Ah. Yes. I..."

"Why?"

"Well... I only really did them to tease you... But you didn't seem to like them so I stopped."

Price stared at him.

"You're doing it again! When you just look at me and you don't talk. I thought you didn't like them so I stopped!"

"I like them. A lot."

"Oh." Graves stared up at him. "Which one was your favorite?"

"Lover boy." No hesitation. "I thought it was cute..."

Graves laughed softly. "You were so dramatic. I thought you were going to rip my head off, pumpkin."

"I also like when you use your accent. It sounds pretty." Price pressed against him, trapping him. "Use it more."

"That an order lover boy?"

"It is, stud muffin."

Graves clearly shut down, having almost the same reaction Price did. Hearing that phrase in his british accent made his thoughts go fuzzy.

Price left before his brain started working again.

"God I love that man."

[moongirlcleo]

Rogue x F!Reader

summary: ok but pls hear me out-- can I have an NSFW fic with Rogue who casts aside all other "readers" or whatever and professes his love for my OC named Nika? Sorry I'm just in my feels and down bad for this shadow boiiii ily levy! CW: ass-slapping, fem rec. oral, rough sex, hair pulling, creampie, dirty talking AN: lmao you got it! Also I may have inserted my OC in here just because :p hope you enjoy pete!

“Mmmh, fuck Rogue..” Nika’s whimpers slipped through her lips as the cool pane of glass at her back had her hissing. The man in question was currently devouring her center with a hunger that couldn’t quite be tamed. His hands dug into her plush thighs, spreading her apart further to get at the dripping folds.

“Want more?” Rogue breathed, a free hand tugging her shirt down and freeing her tits as he massaged them with desperation. He wanted- no, craved her in every way. His face rutted further into her core, tongue spelling her name out as she writhed in bliss under him.

Nika moaned louder, moving her hands from the pane of the window and into the inky hair at her center, pulling it as she bucked. “Fuck… you’re fucking amazing with your tongue.”

Rogue looked up at her with dark eyes and a fanged grin. “Just wait until you see what I can do with my cock.”

He dipped his tongue back into her heat, memorizing the taste of her arousal as Nika leaned her head back. The pants of pleasure only fogged the windows up further as the shadow dragon pushed her harder into the window.

It wasn’t often Rogue had time to himself. Between helping (let’s be honest, he’d be roped into doing Sting’s paperwork) Sting in the office or heading on missions to earn some jewel, he barely had enough time to think, let alone relax. Frosch was with Lector, Ellie and Sting for the night which meant he had the entire evening to enjoy himself. And enjoy it he was.

Rogue groaned as he felt Nika getting wetter as the time passed, knowing her release was close. Deciding to tease her for a bit, he pulled back, wiping his face off with a grin.

Nika whined. “Rogue, why’d you stop? T-that was feeling so amazing!”

“Can’t have you coming too quickly, now can we, kitten? I know we have all night, but…” Rogue trailed off, pulling you into his arms. “I want your first orgasm to be on my cock.” He led Nika toward his bed, already pulling her skirt down, slapping her ass playfully as she squealed.

“Be good for daddy and I’ll make you cum all night.”

Nika bit her lip and laid down on the bed as Rogue instructed, watching his form as he removed the last pieces of his own clothing.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

With a blushed complexion, Nika found herself massaging her center, spreading her own legs apart as her lover watched on, desire clouding the shadow dragon’s face.

Her whimpers grew louder as her fingers pulsed in her core, not just for her own pleasure, but Rogue’s as well. His fangs were slightly bared as he watched her work, enraptured at the scene before him. There was nothing more Rogue wanted in this moment than to never escape it.

“Fuck.”

Before he knew what crossed his mind, Rogue was on top of Nika, kissing her lips with renewed urgency. His hips moved on their own, grinding against her like he was reduced to a horny school boy. Nika moaned against his lips as she adjusted herself, aligning herself with his length.

With a swift thrust, Rogue pushed inside her cunt and began moving in a way even he was surprised. It was almost… animalistic.

“Fuck,” Nika moaned, the intensity of Rogue was overwhelming her very senses. His lips found their way to her collarbone, biting down gently as he nibbled and sucked on her soft skin. The sounds she made only further egged him on.

The pair had met each other few months ago after Ellie and Sting introduced the newest Sabertooth guildmember to the shy dragon. Her beauty had overtaken him immediately. From the way Nika’s hips swayed as she walked, down to her beautiful curly, red strands. There was nothing about her the shadow dragon didn’t find irresistible.

He was ultimately surprised when Nika had asked him to a lunch picnic, and almost said no out of fear of screwing things up. But surprisingly enough, he’d not.

“Fuck… that’s it baby, take it all,” he grunted, his thrusts forceful and intentional. “You’re doing good for daddy.”

Nika’s whimpers grew more frequent as she felt herself nearing the edge of climax once more. She ran her fingernails down his back, causing Rogue to hiss.

“Y-yes daddy, please… can I cum?” She begged. Rogue flashed her a grin.

From talks along the river to joint missions, Rogue found himself more and more inclined toward Nika’s company and began to anticipate seeing her often. Sting and Ellie would attempt to help, of course, much to Rogue’s dismay. But in the back of his mind, he knew there was something special about the mage.

“Cum for me, princess. Show daddy just how good he’s fucking you.” He held his torso over Nika as he continued to fuck her hard.

Nika cried out in pleasure, feeling herself teetering over the edge, when—

“Rogue?” a voice called from the door way. Both Nika and the shadow dragon froze and turned to see who it was in the doorway.

A girl whom Nika had never once seen was in the doorway, staring at them with a furious blush. She buried her face into Rogue’s chest as he growled at the girl to get out.

“You shouldn’t be here.. give us our privacy and leave.”

With a shake of her head, the girl startled and began to walk out, leaving Nika to call toward her too.

“Shut the door behind you, thanks!” The sentence ended with a moan, as Rogue had already gone back to fucking Nika as relentlessly as before, if not more.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned in bliss. “F-fuck… Rogue..” Nika panted.

Rogue turned her head with his hand and stared into her brilliant emerald orbs.

“Listen to me, Nika.” He said, voice dangerously low and seductive. “There is no one, no one for me, but you. You hear me?” His breathing had quickened, short and deep puffs as he continued his relentless pace.

“I’ve never been interested in anyone, not until you. The air I breathe, the sun that shines. It’s all you. I love you.”

Nika swallowed a moan and leaned up to give him a deep kiss. “I love you t-too, Rogue.”

The primal need to climax had overtaken them both, urging them to move with more passion. Each word Rogue muttered was delivered with a deep thrust to her center.

“I. Love. You.”

“Fuck. You’re. Sexy.. mmmh.”

With a groan, Rogue felt himself reach his climax, bullying into Nika deeper until all he had was emptied inside her center. She’d reached her release as well, pulling him deeper into her until all that was left of their intimate moment was a sweaty sheen on their skin and a silent room filled with the sounds of panting.

“I… I’ve never.. never felt something that good in my life,” Nika started, looking up toward Rogue. He looked down at her, eyes filled with affection and love as he trailed his thumb over her chin.

“Neither have I. I meant what i said, Nika. You own my heart and soul. I love you.” He curled her into his arms and held her close, committing this memory into his mind to revisit. There weren’t too many things Rogue was sure of, but for what it was worth, to him, she was everything.

- ©2024 moongirlcleo do not repost, copy, translate, or modify

[doevademe]

So I’m still on my dark Percy kick so here is another one. High school au where Percy and Annabeth are the golden senior couple, having been together since their early junior year. However, what no one knows is that Percy is cheating on Annabeth with Nico, shy sophomore who just transferred to their school. Percy isn’t public out as bi yet but when he saw Nico, just wanted him all to himself. Nico isn’t fine with being his dirty little secret though and gives Percy and ultimatum, breakup with Annabeth and then they can be together, or break up with him and keep his golden girlfriend. To his surprise, the next day Percy gets up in front of the entire school during lunch and comes out as bi, breaks up with Annabeth, and even states that he had been cheating on her with Nico. Also Percy is a very possessive lover, always marking up Nico’s neck with hickies and bites, so even if no one knew who is “boyfriend” was, they knew he had one.

"It's just you and me, angel."

"It's not. It's never just you and me."

"Angel?"

"I'm done, Percy."

Nico couldn't help the waves of disappointment and self-hatred that coursed through him.

Yes, he had done the right by stopping his... relationship affair meetings with Percy before they became a problem. However, even now he couldn't help but long for the older teen's smile, for his touch, even if he still had his marks all over his neck from right before Nico had broken things up with him.

Well... 'Broken things up' is a bit of an overstatement but...

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

It had all started a month or so ago, when Nico had transferred from the sunny paradise of Veneto all the way to the concrete jungle of New York City. Without any friends but his distant cousin Hazel and her group of friends, he had wandered into Dr. Thorn's office and risked expulsion when he caught him in a bad mood, only to be saved by the coolest senior ever, one Percy Jackson.

The boy was perfect, and all he asked in exchange for saving his sorry behind from Dr. Thorn had been a lunch together.

A lunch turned into a walk on the Park, then dinner, then movies. Before he realized it, he was being ravaged by Percy Jackson almost on the daily.

They kept their meetings a secret. Percy wasn't out and Nico... well, nobody knew who Nico was, let alone if he liked boys or girls. He thought it didn't matter. Their relationship was theirs and not the whole school's business.

Hazel and their friends had noticed, though. It was difficult to hide the hickies from them, what with them being all the way up to his Adam's apple. He had just told the truth, that his beau wasn't out and that he preferred to keep it a secret. They had understood. Everything was going well.

Then Jason mentioned Annabeth Chase.

Intelligent, Athletic, president of the debate team, shoe-in for class valedictorian... and Percy Jackson's girlfriend.

Nico hadn't known what to think. He wasn't protecting Percy from dirty looks and sneers by keeping quiet, he was just making sure he could keep his girlfriend while getting some action on the side.

It ashamed Nico that it took him almost a week to ask Percy about it. A week where he swallowed his guilt, his morals and let himself be swept up by the swimming team's ace's smiles, words and touch, only to be told that he was working on it, and that what they had was too good to stop.

Percy wouldn't stop, so Nico had to be the one to step up.

"I'm done, Percy," he had said. "I won't be your dirty little secret anymore."

"Nico, please–"

"I'm not asking you to come out," he had assured him. "But I won't see you anymore if you have a girlfriend. I won't be a homewrecker."

"So you're saying it's you or her?" Percy had asked, eyebrow raised.

"Take it however you want," had been his last words to the boy that made his heart race.

Now it was the next day. He had spent most of the day evading Percy, either by hiding behind Jason (who was built like a fridge) or by taking the long path to his classes so he wouldn't pass through any of the hallways where he loitered in-between periods.

It was easier this way. There was no world where Percy Jackson would choose Nico di Angelo.

Now came the trial by fire. He and his friends happened to share the same lunch period as Percy. He didn't know what he would do when he saw the boy of his dreams acting all mushy and in love with his girlfriend.

Yet when he entered, the cafeteria was a complete chaos. Students where all muttering amongst themselves as they looked at s table near the lunch line.

"Poor thing–" "He just went and did it–" "Right in front of everyone–!" "And for a boy!"

Nico and his friends followed the crowd's line of sight and Nico's stomach dropped.

There, standing on top of his usual table, was Percy Jackson, looking proud of himself and looking around, while behind him, Annabeth Chase looked as if she had been punched in the gut.

His eyes met Nico's, and he broke into a grin.

"Nico!" He shouted, happily hoping down and running to him. The crowd parted to give him space, gawking all the while. "Did you hear?"

"I... I just got here."

Percy's face fell, but he recovered quickly.

"Pity, it was a grand gesture and everything, very romantic, if I do say so myself."

"What are you talking about, Percy?" Nico asked, confused.

"Yesterday you said I had to choose, you or Annabeth," he explained, shrugging. Nico looked over his shoulder. The blonde girl was glaring at him, tears in her eyes.

"I... I didn't–"

"So that's what I did!" he interrupted. "You are mine now, Nico di Angelo."

He kissed him in front of everyone. He expected anything. Jeers, whoops, even slurs. Anything would be better than the deadly silence around them.

"And now, everyone knows," he whispered against his lips. Nico could feel his smirk. He bit on his lower lip lightly, making him jump. "Mine."

The growl was low, gutural, it was probable only Nico heard it.

But he did hear it, and the world around him disappeared. He didn't care if the whole school was watching. In the haze that was Percy kissing him, only one word echoed in Nico's brain.

"Yours."

[sweetestlittledarling]

Beau

Part of @fluffbruary

Rating: PG

Pairing: WyllxAstarion

Day 4: Beau

Summary: A lover by any other name....

(Okay so this was more of a free write and I confess it came out a little more bittersweet then fluffy as I was having trouble with the prompt. I knew what I wanted but it wasn't coming so this is not my best work but I am dedicated to this challenge and writing a little bit every day...so yeah... enjoy)

“Can I call you, my beau?”

              Astarion paused in dressing and turned to the naked boy in his bed. He cocked an eyebrow. “Excuse me? You want to call me what now?”

              Wyll smiled, his one eye twinkling. “I mean I could call you, my paramour.”

              Astarion scoffed as he belted his pants. “I see someone picked up an old timey thesaurus.”

              “I figured it might be nice to add some older words to my vocabulary, given that I am now sleeping with someone a hundred times my age.”

              “You know calling me old is a good way to not make me want to sleep with you,” Astarion said, rolling his eyes as he pulled on his shirt. “And for the record if I’m old then you are a toddler.”

              Wyll slipped off the bed and moved over to Astarion, wrapping his arms around the pale man’s waist. “I’m sorry,” he said, kissing Astarion’s shoulder, “you’re not old.”

Astarion again rolled his eyes but allowed himself to be pulled in, feeling the warmth of the younger man’s body seep in through his shirt and into his cold skin, giving him the faintest feeling of warmth. “But I am old,” he mused. Probably too old for someone like you, his mind added though he didn’t say it out loud. Gods where was this handsome charming boy when he was a teenager, when he wasn’t bitter and cold, when love was new and not a trap. He would have fallen so hard for this man. Who says you aren’t falling now? He ignored the voice.

“Old as you might be, you are still beautiful,” Wyll murmured into Astarion’s neck, “and incredibly noble and attractive and-“

“As much as I really love the flattery,” Astarion sighed, pulling back enough to look Wyll in the face, “and the clear attempt to get me to come back to that bed and ravish you again, which I will do later by the way, I really do need to go. So, if you don’t mind releasing me so I can find my boots.”

“Fine,” Wyll chuckled still smiling, letting go enough to all Astarion space to look for his footwear, “but you know you didn’t answer my question.”

Astarion grabbed his boots and stockings from under the bed and started to pull them on. “No,” he said, “I don’t think you should call me your beau, nor do I think paramour works.”

“Suitor then?”

Astarion actually had to laugh at that one. “Really?”

“Sweetheart?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Inamorato?”

“Now you are really reaching my dear boy.”

“How about beloved?”

This one gave Astarion pause, his eyes catching Wyll’s as he considered it. The boy looked just a bit hopeful and if Astarion’s heart had been still beating he assumed it would have been racing. “I think it best if you just call me your lover for now,” he said, stepping closer to Wyll again to kiss those sweet supple lips, “best not try and complicate things with new names.”

[khthonyk]

Snippet from Ch. 3 of Just Say That You Love Me (and I'll Stay). I know it's terrible to write omegaverse fanfiction of a book I haven't even finished, but it keeps me going. That and I'm at a place in the book that's rough, and writing the characters in a different universe gives me time to play things out in my mind. (tw: psychological abuse, mentions of past violence)

Caro couldn’t hide how he jumped, when a hand came down hot and heavy on his shoulder in the bookstore, squeezing in that oh so familiar way.

“You better take your hand off me before I turn around and punch you in your goddamn whore-ass throat,” he snarled, just loud enough that the Alpha behind him could hear him.

“Little spitfire, oh how I’ve missed you.” Tomas spoke from behind him, fingers curling around the boy’s collarbone. “You can certainly try, but I don’t think your boss would appreciate you assaulting customers.”

“They’ll make an exception, you’re violating your restraining order.”

“Dropped earlier this morning.” The Alpha easily hummed, “I suppose I plead my case well enough.”

Caro froze, horror creeping through his veins like a poison as he felt the man’s free hand come to rest on his hip. “You can’t tell me you haven’t missed me, darling. We had so much fun together.”

He cursed his voice for shaking. “You’re— you’re not my Alpha, Tomas. Not anymore.”

The man hummed in consideration, before his fingers tightened on his hip. “Your new beau can’t take you through your heats like I can, can he? You were always such a bad little thing, you never behaved until I made you. I can tell you miss it, you always submitted so well after I beat your bratty ass. You’d struggle and cry your way through it, but when I was done you would be so soft around me. Begging me to forgive you, and not to leave you. Thanking me for always giving you exactly what you needed.”

Leaning in, the Alpha’s lips ghosted along the shell of his ear. “Come home, little Caro. I know you want to. I’ve missed you so much, I’ll let you off with a light punishment, then all will be set to right.”

Caro shuddered, suddenly feeling much smaller. “I don’t love you anymore.”

“Don’t lie, little Caro. You’re thinking about me bending you over in the bathroom and fucking you, I can smell it on you, nasty little slut. But I’m a generous man, I’ll oblige you.”

“Marie will be here any minute—“

The Alpha laughed scornfully. “You think I’m scared of Marie? He would thank me for taking you off his hands.”

“He loves me.”

“Does he?”

That knocked the breath from the brunet’s chest. If his knees weren’t locked in terror he would’ve collapsed.

“Marie is a kind man, but even he has his limits. He’s tired of you already, I can see it in his face at work. Any day now you’ll go back and find the locks changed. No one can ever love you like I do, and you know it.”

“Caro—“ 

The call of his name over the shelves of books felt equally like a blessing and a damnation. 

Tomas’ lips stretched into a smile against his ear. “Looks like your ‘lover’ is here.” He taunted, fingers squeezing firm against the omega one final time before he stepped away, disappearing around the corner before he could be caught.

Caro stared straight ahead at the shelf in front of him, even as Marie came up beside him. “Are you okay? I was calling for you.”

Plastering a smile on his face, the brunet turned to him. “Sorry,” he shakily laughed. “Guess I was too caught up in shelving books.”

The easy smile Marie gave him stung. “Ready to go home?”

Nodding, Caro took his arm. “Yeah, it’s been a long day.”

[stolligaseptember]

current lineup:

i hate the weekend - bentley robles // passion - ryan beatty // feel something - adam lambert // leaving london - fin // jpa989 - thomston // cvrsed imvges - the dahli // ready, able - grizzly bear // bohemian rhapsody - queen // criminals - ms mr // on hold - the xx // illusion - carlie hanson // the love you have in you - asbjørn // falling for you - lyon hart // með hækkandi sól - systur // my way - tone sekelius // beacon - morgxn // tears run dry - patrik jean // the village - wrabel // arcade - duncan laurence // somewhere between the sand and the stardust - hayley kiyoko // call me by your name - peter jöback // not the same - sheldon riley // boys in the street - a great big world // eat the acid - kesha // cigarette - kngdavd // human - oscar zia // animal - pvris // doomsday blue - bambie thug // prodigal daughter - lights // queen of kings - alessandra // pedestal - aiko // king - foreign figures // soldi - mahmood // impending doom - olivver the kid // deep end - catty // not ok! - chaz cardigan // mammamia - måneskin // flesh - simon curtis // switch - mike taveira // sepulveda - flavia and cami petyn // i don't wanna talk about love - michael medrano // rush - troye sivan // dangerous - zee machine // the one (if you touch me) - bronze avery // black on black - greyson chance // holy water - sakima // rainbow dragon - keiynan lonsdale // loving me like that - tia kofi // i want it all - the drums // wound - saro // '71 charger - loreen // school nights - chappell roan // supermoon - blue hamilton // indie alt boys - ghostryder // i'm yours - jason mraz // bloodstream - zolita // good guys - mika // viva las vengeance - panic! at the disco // can you handle my love?? - walk the moon // i'm sorry - josef salvat // saldo mi se spava - luke black // i know that he loves me - autoheart // happy that you found me - danny saucedo // the worrying kind - the ark // apartment a - isaac dunbar // somebody wants - the lovers of valdaro // outpost - beau sloane // fictional characters - jessie paege // comme des garçons (like the boys) - rina sawayama // imma be - black eyed peas // in the name of love - alcazar // used to like - neon trees // get over u - neon hitch // because of you - gustaph // one milkali (one blood) - electric fields // stupid love - lady gaga // starstruck - years & years // better than that - subradio // can't stay away - darin // dancin' til we die - madison rose

IQ - A playlist with music from some Iconic Queers

[foxmulderautism]

i fear 23 year old me enjoys the supernatural halloween samhain episode as much as 13 year old me did I’m giggling and kicking my feet

[willowdied]

f j o r d 

How physically attracted they are to your muse uhhhhh is this even a question? if we are putting this on a scale jester lavorre would break it. 11 out of ten if not more.

How romantically attracted they are to your muse honestly even more than physically ( not that he does not find jester to be the most beautiful person he has ever seen but he adores everything about jester, but there is nothing that he loves more than jester’s heart and her mind and spirit. ). so extremely very completely.

How often they would like to have sex with yours fjord is a Medium libedo guy so anytime that jester wants to :)

Where they would most likely have sex with yours fjord is a wee bit of a Easy/ Vanilla boy and likes the basic bed, but on the occasion would raise maybe the tub ( shower in modern au’s ) and is up to anywhere.

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed Yes. He Is Sure She Would Be. 

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex honestly it is mostly her name, but she’ll do jes, jessie.

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course ) ropes ( him or her , either way ), magic play, body worship!

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. ) slow and sensual all the way. he wants to take his time and kiss and love every bit of jester and make sure she knows how wonderful she is.

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. ) lovers. honestly he wants to be there to support and love jester... so if that is just that, if that is as a husband, whatever she wants, he is happy, as long as she is.

b e a u 

How physically attracted they are to your muse sorry how this is going to be the same answer. broken scale. beautiful. constantly in awe of the strong bloo gal. 

How romantically attracted they are to your muse Yes. Very. Completely and utterly. Broken Scale. Looses Braincells trying to figure out how to talk to jester and tell her

How often they would like to have sex with yours. At least once a day. Would not complain for more, but like Fjord, whenever Jessie wants to.

Where they would most likely have sex with yours while yes, their shared room might be a common place, beau imagines things a little more riskier- in between shelves in the library, on a desk, somewhere hidden away, a corner in semi-public, where they can be them but has some risk.

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed She has seen the books. Beau is Certain that she will be EXCELLENT in bed.

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex jes, jessie, darling, babe..

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course ) magic play, bondage, honestly would Love for jester to just tell her anything and everything to do

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. ) beau is a lot more used to quickies. with jester i think she wants to find something in between that and something more slow. for sure she wants something passionate to get the chance to just worship jester completely and utterly.

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. Girlfriends? Perhaps? Wives? She can hope and dream,,,

😏 ( @diviinedevilry )  😏

[imnotwolverine]

About kissing

1139 words - A quick cute Henry Cavill x reader drabble 

Christmas night, Marianne and Colin Cavill’s backyard, 23.12pm.

‘Have you ever thought of what it would be like if we were together?’ Henry asked. The both of you sat huddled together on a bench, watching the stars. 

‘Us?’ You quirked an eyebrow, but kept your gaze locked on an airplane that was flying overhead. As a child you always thought those blinking, moving lights were falling stars. But boy had you been wrong. Like many things in life, the magic was now long gone. 

Henry shifted his weight and the iron bench wobbled. ‘Mhm.’ 

You shot him a curious look. His lips had curled up slightly and even without Marianne’s fairy lights, you could have probably seen the mischievous little sparkle in his eyes. Ah, he was jesting. You sniffled. 

‘Oh sure, of course. We’d have like.. super nerdy babies who read fantasy novels to escape the dreadful existence of math class. And we’d have a whole lot of hobby rooms..and animals. Mm what a life!’ You let your wandering eyes roam back to Henry. His mirthful look had melted away. He nodded quietly before quickly looking back up at the stars. 

‘Yea. Kids..hmm?’ 

You frowned, but decided against asking what was up. Perhaps it was the break-up with his last beau. Like so many before, the relationship had crashed and burned just before christmas. And so Henry had asked you to tag along to his parent’s Christmas dinner instead. And here you were. Again. Like so many Christmases before this one. 

Henry continued: ‘But are you seeing anyone?’ 

‘Me? Oh you know me. I’m more of a summer lover kinda gal. The winter’s no good time for finding hot guys to be disappointed by. Can’t even see their abs in those thick ol’ sweaters.’

‘Never thought you an ab kinda girl.’ 

‘Oh you’d be surprised Cavill.’ 

‘Neill didn’t have abs though.’ 

You rolled your eyes and gave Henry a look. He laughed, winking terribly. 

‘Oh you know..he just kept it a secret from the rest of the world. Safely hidden beneath a comfy little belly.’ You shrugged.

‘I see.’ Henry yawned and stretched his arms up overhead, one arm making its way to looping around your shoulder. You grinned. 

‘Veryyy smooth Hen.’ 

‘You know me. I’m smoothness!’ 

You offered him a look, but all he did was shrug. ‘Come on, can’t I keep you a little warm?’ 

‘Hey! It was your idea to go outside, mister.’ 

‘Yep..’ He nodded and turned his head in your direction to follow the noises inside. Some of the other family members were probably heading to bed now. You turned your head too, curious to see what attracted his attention. 

‘Want to go back?’ You asked, turning back to face him, only to realise how close he’d gotten. With a quick blink you worked through what was happening. His warm breath fanned over your face and his arm tugged you nearer. 

He didn’t kiss you though. He just closed his eyes and sat back a bit, shaking his head. ‘I’m sorry.’ 

‘W-w..’ You looked at him with large eyes. Had he just almost kissed you? Buddy Henry? Henners? The guy you’d called your friend for years? You stood up and tugged your jacket straight, cheeks running hot. 

‘What was that?’ You asked, but Henry didn’t respond. He sucked in his lips, before looking away in agony. 

‘I’m sorry.’ He mumbled. 

You looked at him a moment longer, before you let your eyes roam to the lit windows of the main house. Marianne stood in the kitchen, turning down the stove where a stew had been brewing all day. Behind her Colin stepped in, bathrobe on, ready for bed. With an intimate little flick of his hand he tucked some of her hair behind her ear, lips kissing her on the cheek. She smiled and reciprocated, her lips finding his. Gods what a sweet couple they were. 

Henry also stood, shoulders drooping with guilt. You looked back at him, realising that you were in a very confusing situation right now. 

‘Hey, I’m so sorry. That was..that was uncalled for. I should’ve..’ 

You blinked at him, but couldn’t find the words. In fact you probably looked rather perplexed. With raised eyebrows you let out a little puff of air. ‘You like me?’ 

Henry frowned. ‘Ye-- hey of course I like you. We’d not be friends if..-’ 

‘You like me-like me? As in…’ You stepped towards him and just hugged him. Henry hugged back. You weren’t sure if this was an appropriate moment for a hug, but it felt right. Especially with Henry’s arms looping around you, and his eyes for a moment not piercing into you. 

From within the hug you tried to get your mind working. You felt like you were thinking three thousand miles an hour, and not at all. Heat had spread all over your cheeks and your fingers tingled. 

‘Holy shit.’ You muttered, voice muffled by his thick scarf. 

‘Is that a good holy shit?’ He asked, continuing to hug you. 

You laughed, shaking your head. ‘I don’t know. I--’ You leaned back and looked at him, still very much confused. He was so close, so warm, so beautiful. So...argh, no, this could not be happening. This was..bizarre! This was.. you studied his face for another moment. 

‘You okay?’ He asked, holding onto you lightly as he watched you have a tiny existential crisis. 

‘Okay, okay. You can kiss me now.’ You nodded, shaking yourself from being completely perplexed. 

‘Sure..?’ Henry raised an eyebrow at your fully focused gaze. You were all but staring at every hair, dimple and pore on his face. He probably thought you a complete looney! A silly, silly --

He leaned in and placed his lips on yours. 

Oh.

Oh, that’s nice. 

That’s warm and soft and..You closed your eyes. The cognac..the …

He leaned back again and looked at you expectantly. 

‘Are you sure you’re..--?’

You crashed your lips back to his before he could continue. He chuckled into your kiss. 

‘Okay okay.’ He laughed and used his large warm hands - even without gloves - to cup your face. You looked back into his eyes. 

‘Oh I’m a bad kisser huh?’ You said, feeling your heart drop. Neill once said that and the idea never left your mind since. 

‘What? No..I..’ Henry sighed and pressed his lips to yours again. This time even more tenderly, more calmly. 

All of a sudden all the thoughts just evaporated and there was only just Henry. Not even the airplanes up above, or the freakish cold. It was just Henry now. 

You sighed as he released the kiss. 

‘I don’t really have abs at the moment though.’ He said, eyes twinkling with mirth. 

‘Bother.’ You chuckled, throwing your arms around his shoulders and kissing him again. 

Bother, indeed.

[rogue-bard]

The starting deadline had been his first gray hair. As a ginger person, it took him quite a lot longer than Fjord, who had started going all 'silver fox' by the sweet age of 20, and even Veth, who had just begun showing off a silver fringe around last year. He was, as far as he knew, the very last one. (Yasha and Essek didn't count in this comparison, for obvious reasons, and Caduceus disqualified based on dietary reasons...) But no matter how long it lasted, they had destroyed his last chance to save his parents in Aeor, and with it the only possibility to stop times' ever advancing gravitational pull on his very own sword of Damocles. There was the Time Stop spell though, and sometimes, Caleb had walked in on Essek, late at night, or early in the morning, when humans can be reasonably expected to be fast asleep, buried in Dunamancy books that specialized on time. It could have been nothing. Time was Essek's specialty, as he kept reminding Caleb. But maybe Essek, too, was trying to look for a way to stop time, in a very particular, partial way. And somehow, that thought hurt even more than pretending the Drow didn't care. Essek was making plans of torturing his lover by inviting Jester to arrive a week early for Caleb's fifty-fifth birthday – “You know she would love to help with preparations, and you will do everything in your spell book's power to finagle your way out of having to celebrate, which I won't allow this year.” – when it was there: In the mirror, in between red and orange and ginger. Caleb stared at it. “Do you think we should move Jester's and Fjord's room next to Veth's and Yeza's until everyone else arrives?” Essek's voice from the room next doors shook him out of his stupor. He sounded so lost in thought about something so mundane... Caleb twisted the thin, white strand around his palm. “Yes, we should,” he said, as he ripped as hard as he could. Only his birthday. They had still time until after his birthday. He wasn't gonna drop dead in front of his ever-young boyfriend because of a gray hair. He didn't need to leave Essek right now. Plus, when the Nein were there, on his birthday, and staying over until at least a couple of days after, Essek wouldn't be alone. Yeah. He shouldn't be alone. That was the whole point. “I think they will appreciate not being alone on the third floor.” Essek poked his head in, and Caleb saw his fanged smile in the mirror as he tried to hide the tiny sliver of gray in his hand like Essek would see it as the proof of betrayal that it was. He forced a smile on his own face, but it make his cheeks hurt. “As will you, I'm sure.” Essek let out a huff that was almost a laugh. “I could never alone,” he said. “Not when I am with you.” His cheeks still hurt. But now his eyes stung, too.

“Caaaay-leeeeb!” Jester, as usual, was very versed in using her outside voice, right next to his ear. “Oh my gosh, you're sooo old now!” He winced a bit. Weird, he was used to her voice, wasn't he? And his ears weren't bad, but they also were not what they used to be. “I am exactly one day older than 55,” he answered her warily. “Yupp, birthday's over now, birthday boy,” Veth nodded. “I'm sorry if we're in the way of you two love-birds celebrating it in a more private way.” She grinned at Essek who was standing next to him, their shoulders not even touching, but for some reason, Veth acted as if they were digging for each other's tonsils with their tongues. (As she does.) When nobody else dignified her remark with a reaction, Jester squealed: “Like making tiny ginger Drow babies that float and have really good hair and a weird accent!” “Or, you know, just fucking,” Veth shrugged. “Yeah, I don't think making babies works that way, Jester,” Fjord hummed, imperturbable by now to Veth's crass language or his wife's antics. Caduceus smiled down at the Half-Orc, a tiny glint of mischief in his eyes: “How can you be so sure?” And of course, Kingsley was right there with him: “Exactly! With two wizards, you never know. Might make tiny cat babies trying to figure out how to explode a house.” “Or explode a library trying to make soup,” Beau added flatly. “That was one time, Beauregard,” Caleb cut in at the same time as Essek said: “I still am very sorry about that. I hope you told the Soul as much.” The monk shrugged. “'s fine. Was more fun than I had there in a week.” “Also since you always come in disguise, they don't really know who you are and you can still come back and visit us and go look at books,” Yasha tried to cheer him up. “Very nice,” Veth said and gave them a thumbs up. “But back to fucking.” In the corner of his eye, Caleb could see Fjord facepalm. The blue Tiefling on his arm wasn't as merciful however: “Yes, tell us if you can make tiny floatie Eslebs! ...Cayseks?” “Through fucking,” Veth added with a nod. She was clearly trying to get a rise out of either of them. Yeza might have been looking apologetic, but he was very clearly relieved that for once, he wasn't the victim of his wife's brutal teasing. Caleb wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of blushing, but he assumed that he wasn't her prime target anyway, since he was pretty shameless when it came to these things. “I think it might be time for bed for me,” he simply said and was already turning around when he felt someone grip his wrist. When he turned to look, Essek leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, but only to disguise the whisper in his ear: “Do not dare leave me alone with them while they are in this mood!” He couldn't help but laugh, throwing Essek's clever ruse of faking a kiss to be subtle about his plea to the wind. “You could come with me,” he suggested. “Always,” Essek promised. Leaving tonight would be cruel, Caleb decided. Maybe he shouldn't leave Essek here with them, when they would needle him day and night about what might have transpired between them that had made Caleb leave. And Essek would be sitting up while they slept, mulling over their questions, thinking that he must have missed the clues, and that it was ultimately his fault. When in reality, it was just the inevitability of Essek finding him dead in bed one day, if he stayed for too long. But even though he tried to leave early so that Essek would remember him as the man he fell in love with, rather than a geriatric, he still had years if he wanted to. He could wait a few months. “Have fun fucking!”, Jester yelled after them and while Essek refused to turn around, Caleb just gave her a wary: “Ja, sure”.

Oh look! It’s a continuation of my last ficlet from this post! And I turned it into a ~5k fanfic! (read the whole thing on ao3 here)

[dadsbongos]

Katsuki Bakugou having an airhead gf for about 1130 words

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Katsuki Bakugou/Reader Warnings: airhead shit ig, I just got diagnosed, so I gave you ADHD because :D Summary: Katsuki never thought he’d be a fan of airheads, but here he was - holding one in his arms like he’d lose her anytime. ~~~

“Why the wide smile, dork?” Katsuki side-eyed his girlfriend.

“Because,” (Y/n) giggled, squeezing tighter at her boyfriend’s - admittedly sweaty - hand, “you came with me! You don’t usually do that.”

“Whatever,” he gruffed, “I just wanted to spend time with my girlfriend, that a damn crime?”

“No! You should do it more often,” the girl smiled, “Like all the time.”

“Maybe you’ll start training with me, hah?” the blond teased.

“No way,” (Y/n) immediately pouted as the couple walked down the street from their dorms, “Your training’s crazy! I think I'd die…”

“You wouldn’t die, dumbass,” Katsuki huffed, “I didn’t date you just to kill you.”

“I’d hope so,” the girl mumbled quietly.

~~

Tracing over the hand laid against her stomach, (Y/n) closed her eyes with a small smile as Katsuki pressed his cheek to her shoulder. Fresh slivers of golden sunlight peeked through the boy’s blinds as morning arose to wake the couple. Katsuki, for as much as he wanted to deny it, found it hard to sleep without (Y/n) - without her warmth and comfort. Something in the body he could hold so close to his was inexplicably soothing.

Neither party was asleep anymore, simply basking in the glow of morning as soft sheets spread over their lackadaisical bodies. (Y/n) turned the hand over her midsection to face palm-up and began gently running her fingers over the firm flesh there as well.

��You have pretty soft hands, Kacchan.”

“It’s some shit with my Quirk, I don’t get it,” he mumbled, “Don’t get me started on the suppository shit, that made me so pissed to find out.”

“What’s the suppository stuff about?” (Y/n) quirked a brow, looking to her boyfriend despite his eyes being closed.

“Anal fissure rectification,” Katsuki pressed his lips into a thin line, knowing he’d have to rephrase or his girlfriend wouldn’t understand, “Tears in your asshole get healed with nitroglycerin and since my sweat’s so similar, I bet it’d work too.”

“Gross,” the girl fake gagged, still drawing circles in her boyfriend’s palm, “That sucks. I’m sorry you had to learn that.”

“Helps with chest pain too, so it’s not complete shit,” Katsuki huffed, shifting so he was even closer to his girlfriend, “But that was horsecock to find out.”

“I love the way you phrase things.”

“I try.”

~~

“Man, Bakugou,” Denki murmured, watching as (Y/n) and Momo battled on the other side of the gym, “I didn’t know (L/n) was so strong. Kind of inspiring, now I wanna be more like her.”

Katsuki’s brows furrowed, he loved (Y/n) - dearly - but, “I saw her drop a pizza and cry about it for thirty minutes last night.”

~~

“If I illegally download a movie in the Bahamas, does that make me a pirate in the Caribbean?” (Y/n) suddenly asked as Katsuki was doing his homework.

Pausing, the blond turned in his chair to look his lover in the eyes, blinking at her twice before sighing, “Did you take your Adderall today?”

“...maybe…”

~~

“I hope I get run over,” Katsuki grumbled, reading off the pairings for the newest team-building exercise.

“Aw, don’t say that!” (Y/n) cheered, patting her beau’s back, “Kaminari isn’t all bad, he’s super nice!”

“You’re just lucky you got Ponytail, she’s the only useful extra here,” the boy huffed.

“Hey,” (Y/n) puffed out her cheeks.

“Stop whining,” Katsuki rolled his eyes, ignoring the calls of his name from a certain electric blond, “You’re not an extra, I don’t see why you’re pissed.”

“I’m not?!”

“Fuck no, I wouldn’t date a nobody.”

~~

“If a whole zoo escaped, what would be your top priority?” Mina suddenly blurted out.

Just as (Y/n) went to say ‘ducks’, Katsuki answered, “Tigers and lions, duh.”

“Right,” the girl nervously chuckled, “Obviously.”

~~

“Katsuki?”

“What?” the boy turned to his girlfriend, slightly disturbed as she never called him by his proper legal name since realizing she didn't have to.

“I’m scared,” (Y/n) fiddled with her fingers, “I threw a boomerang a few years ago and it didn’t come back, what if it hits me and knocks me out while I’m in class? Or while I’m on a mission?”

Katsuki’s face dropped into a deadpan, “Are you joking?”

“No.”

“Alright, come here, I’ll tell you a secret,” he waited for her to come closer, “I destroyed the boomerang,” at (Y/n)’s shocked face, he nodded solemnly, “It came in while you were sleeping a few weeks ago, I didn’t say anything cuz I knew you’d flip the fuck out.”

“Wow!” (Y/n) smiled brightly, taking her boyfriend into a tight hug, “You’re so cool, Kacchan!”

“I know.”

~~~

Looking over her study guide for the upcoming economics unit, (Y/n)’s brows furrowed, “Inflation? Isn’t that like… a kink?”

Katsuki’s head snapped over to his girlfriend as she sat at her desk, “Tell me you’re joking right now.”

~~

“If I was hiding from a killer, I’d just hide in the pantry!” (Y/n) beamed, “That way, I could eat while hiding, it’s simple.”

“Yeah, then the killer could hear you opening loudass chip bags, it’s genius,” Katsuki sighed.

~~

“I hate everyone in this school,” Katsuki grunted.

(Y/n) frowned, “Even me?”

“I said everyone, (Y/n), not every ten.”

~~

“Someone’s gotta talk to Denki about the birds and the bees,” Hanta shook his head, “Not gonna be me.”

“Huh?” Denki queried a brow, “A talk about what and who?”

“I’ll teach you about the birds and bees,” (Y/n) nodded sadly, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “They’re disappearing at an alarming rate.”

~~

“The recipe says to beat three eggs,” (Y/n) read off the box of brownies.

“At what?” Katsuki snorted, “Hand-to-hand combat?”

“Has to be,” his girlfriend seriously replied, “Aizawa banned Quirks in the kitchen.”

~~

“Wanna hear a sad joke, Kacchan?”

“Why fuckin’ sad?”

“Oh, autocorrect, I meant dad.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at (Y/n), “This is a verbal conversation.”

~~

(Y/n) looked up from the bed sheets in the nurse's room, “You can call it a near-death experience, Recovery Girl, but I call it a vibe check from God.”

Katsuki immediately shook his head, “Stop… please stop.”

~~

“Stress is not good for the baby!” (Y/n) shouted, gripping at the sides of her head.

Katsuki looked over, “What baby?!”

“Me!” the girl sniffled slightly, looking on the verge of tears with her study guide and notes spread out on her desk, “I’m the baby.”

Awkwardly looking away, Katsuki clenched his eyes shut before throwing his arms open and wrapping them tightly around his anxious girlfriend, “Tell me when the stress levels are down, you big baby.”

“Thanks, Kacchan.”

“Whatever, nerd.”

~~

“Hey, does it smell like gas in here?”

(Y/n) pat herself down before pulling out a lighter and igniting it, “Nah.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened as his girlfriend casually placed the lighter back in her coat pocket, “Oh my fucking God.”

~~

“Careful with my emotional baggage,” (Y/n) reminded Eijiro as he loaded her things into the trunk, “It’s designer.”

“He knows,” Katsuki rubbed at the bridge of his nose, “You say it every time.”

(Y/n) nodded, as if her boyfriend was stupid, “Because it’s funny every time, Kacchan.”