#maybe dap those are fun too

[stellaron-hunter]

i need to open a letter of credit or ill go insane

[vampirehoon]

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sunghoon had been hanging with his members at the shore, screaming and splashing like kids. all this running from each other made sunghoon out of breath. sunghoon dragged his feet across the warm sand up to where you where. settling into the beach chair he set up earlier beside you, he caught his breath with sweat dripping down his cheek.

the seagals cried over head and the rest of the boys laughter mixed with the sound of the waves made it feel like summer had officially begun today. unfortunately, the heat is brutal this early afternoon so you chose to hide underneath your umbrella and it would be nice for sunghoon to have some shade to.

you called sunghoon’s name as you sat up, raising your sunglasses to rest on your head. you thought you should put them to rest after on the ride here niki insisted you looked like a mother but sunghoon was quickly to put down his claim and say you looked pulled them off well.

sunghoon opened his eyes and rose as well, his body facing your direction.

“sit over here, and drink this.” you invite him to come over and sit beside you under the umbrella as you open a water bottle you had in your bag. - maybe you are channeling your mom side.

sunghoon complies, watching your hands as you unscrew the top and when handing him the bottle. he kisses your cheek as a thank you as his throat was too dry to speak at that moment. instinctively, yours and sunghoon’s hands met and interlocked. no words of permission needs to shared to simply want to hold hands.

he sighed deeply after drinking the water and wiped his sweat over his forehead. you dapped his forehead with a towel as he asked if you’d want to join the fun. you stopped patting him with the towel and looked into his eyes.

you could tell he wanted to have fun with you. part of you wanted to but at the same time you wanted to rest in the chair for a minute longer.

“yeah, i can but you go first,” “i wanna put up my hair.”

sunghoon lips curl as he chuckles, nodding.

“do you want me to help you?” but takes that as a no when you shake your head.

“alright.” he stands up and looks over at the boys. jungwon has sunoo in his grasp as a shield from jay, nearby heeseung and jake are drawing in the sand - only for niki to walk over both of their crooked hearts. he figured he could charge someone into the water for fun.

sunghoon laughs, choosing to take jay into the water but is stopped before he could take a step. you look up at him with a small smile.

“not so fast.” he sits down, wondering what’s making you want to stop him.

you look at him and really look at him. the sunlight is glowing the sand and hitting him at a perfect color, you would love to take a photo right now. he is breathtaking and he knows your admiring him when you’re hand moves to his cup his face.

“do you know how lucky i am to have you as my boyfriend?” you say, squishing his cheeks with your thumbs. he’s cuter by the second.

this boy felt his heart race, you’re one to talk. he is so lucky to have you as his girlfriend as he never thought he could have dated you in the first place. sunghoon’s always been an introvert and a enjoyer of peace and quiet but when you happily yapped your heart about your favorite book in the library (where you spoke a bit louder than you were supposed to), you left him wanting someone who loved to talk and not be afraid to express themselves. he knew he’d have to tell you how he felt and it worked out perfectly, you fell for him the minute he expressed his love for fall during a passing period.

“that may be true but in no way are you more lucky than me. i’m the luckiest person on earth to have you as my girlfriend.”

you can’t help but meet those rude lips of his that say those sweet things to you. he meets you with the same longing feeling. this moment was right.. for a moment.

water and sand being thrown was not what you’d expect to interrupt your kiss. the two of you look over and attempt to dodge the water, the boys are throwing sand and water in protest against the pda.

“pda not allowed on the beach.” is the last thing niki said before sunghoon shouts with his fangs shining in a grin.

“not at my girlfriend, you punks!” sunghoon stands up, guarding you and then charging them all. screams fill the summer air once again and you root for your boyfriend - yelling “you get them cutie!” and him adorably responding back “don’t worry baby!”

you’re not going home until you throw enough sand at niki. you secure your hair into a ponytail and run over, the cold water made you scream and sunghoon found your waist to raise you and take your further in. the laughter and smiles didn’t go away and it hurt your cheekbones and your stomach.

𓉸ྀི ©vampirehoon

[love4jhene]

nsfw alphabet | chris sturniolo😛

omg this is kinda awk, ive never written smut or anything related to smut but wtv i think off i start writing it, these r my preferences abt chris sturniolos nsfw alphabet 😭

A= after care (what there like after sex😼)

i feel like chris isnt big on after care, cuz ooo girl after he hits his high he can already feel the wave of tiredness come rushing over him, the second his head hits the pillow hes out like a light, but dont worry hell take care of you whenever he wakes up😛

B= body part (there favorite part of your body (his body too)

he guves me the vibes that hes a breast guy, and a thigh guy hed be staring 24/7 cuz there cs smack dap in his face?? his favorite body part of his are his hands, cuz he is able to touch every inch of your body with the palm of his hands👍🏿

C= cum (what does he do with it??)

ik hes a guy that likes to cum on your face, maybe give you backshots??? or js fill u right up!🤠 (only if your on the pill duh) he doesnt like to make a huge mess since it ends up in HIM having to wash the sheets but then again its for pleasure, if you want him to cum on your face nd shit hed do it within the moment you finished saying it😉

D= dirty secret (something that you dont know about until he tells you)

chirs definitely has a mommy kink and enjoys it when you pull on his hair, its not a bad secret but its more of an embarrassing secret. it gets less embarrassing when you do it more often to the point he just wants you do to it when your out in public.

E= experience (how many bodies?)

he has never had proper sex until you, ik he was a lil player😝 but it never got that far it would only be making out, and some grinding ykyk, but yeah nothing like what you guys have done besides one time hes had a actual p in v prodution.

F= favorite position (what position is the go to?)

he LOVESSSS it when you ride him LOVES IT, cuz hes able to see those big melons bounce😏 LMFAO and because hes able to see you struggle bouncing on his cock. if you arent able to then hed be grabbing your hips guiding you!

G= goofy (are they cracking jokes?)

hes definitely the type of guy to make a joke here and there, but not all the time cuz thats kinda awk.. but he’d definitely make jokes about his brothers walking in and blah blah blah

H= hair (do the drapes match the carpets? is that how it goes idfk😭)

imma keep it a buck w you. hes probably not big on trimming cuz hes too lazy or sum LMFAOO but he trys his hardest so you dont get grosses out, and he definitely likes a shaved cooter ykyk cuz he likes when yr able to feel his stuble down there WOAH

i= intamicy (how are they in the moment?)

he knows he wants to me all lovey but he cant help making jokes about your moans heres an example. hed make fun of you for saying “its to big, it wont fit!” then a couple seconds later your asking for more hed mock your moans fs😂.

J= jack off (how often?)

i feel like if he tells you hes horny and you say no hes straight up start jacking his shit while your right next to him, but no he doesnt do it often since he claimd he does wanna seem like a “wild animal” thats a horny 24/7, only when hes on tour and he cant help it

K= kink (what are some kinks, IDK WHAT TO PUT)

he defo has a breeding kink, the thought of him “filling you up” gets him so hard for some reason and hed tell you about it while straight up stuffing you, balls deep bro ik this man thinks about you pregnet with his kids😪

L= location (what places does do you guys do it the most?”)

he doesnt likes taking risk. i said what needed to be said, if his brothers arent home, hed wanna do it on the kitchen counter or the couch, but mainly the bed cuz hes able to knock out like a light as soon as you guys are done

M=???

N= No (whats a turn off?)

ANYTHING to do with piss or body liquids😭 he would walk OUT THE HOUSE if you suggest anything of that sort, also being rough with you where it gets to the point it comes to slapping, choking, js being rlly rough in general.

O= Oral ( uhm idk what to say)

hes big on oral, if he could he would stay in between your legs for hours, days, weeks, years. he loves pleasure his lil princess😛 he also loves when he sees YOU between HIS thighs, him pushing your head down ykyk and most of all he loves it when he covers your face w his cum

P= Pace (how fast? how slow?)

he can change between paces. you want him to go fast? hell go as fast as he can, you want him to go slow? anything for you!

Q= quickie (does he like them?)

he isnt big on them cuz if you guys are gonna have sex he wants it to last, only if its needed and if your lookin supa sexc he cant take his eyes off ya😉😏

R= risk (does he take em?)

hes a risky fella and he likes to break the rules! he wont go to to far tho.

S=??

T= toys

why need toys when you got each other.

u=??

V= Volume (how loud is he)

MANS IS A GROANER AND HE DOESNT CARE, he is loudddd and hell let every one know what yall are doing he does NOT contain himself.

w=??

X=x ray (WHAT R UNDER THOSE PANTSSS)

hes defo big and he knows it, id say rougly like 7.5 soft?? 8.2 hard?? idkk thats what im getting😭

y=??

z=zzz sleep

i alr said it out as soon as he hits the pillow he is OUT but he will take care of u in the morning, he needs his beauty sleep

i hope u guys enojoy this was a pain in the ass to write but its a okay!

[ventingfanfics]

Academic Sensations

A/N: Just a little free-form that I wanted to post since the idea came to me. It's not meant to be a masterpiece, just hope someone enjoys it.

“Did I walk into an Axe store, because what in the cologne hell?” Mary Jane aka MJ grimaced as she entered Riri’s dorm room.

Riri chuckled lightly. “That’s all Shuri.”

Suddenly the young woman in question appeared, visibly displeased. 

“For your information, I’m not wearing cologne today, I’m wearing perfume—and, yes, there’s a difference,” Shuri countered. 

MJ and Riri exchanged entertained looks. 

“My bad, Shuri, I didn’t mean to offend,” MJ replied with a small laugh.

Shuri didn’t acknowledge the apology, though something else concerned her. “Is it too much? Is it overpowering?” Her eyes adorably darted between the two other young women. 

“Nah, you good,” Riri answered, breaking the silence while using her phone. 

Shuri smiled easily. “Good. Y/N likes this smell on me.”

“That’s why you went ham,” MJ realized. She laughed with Riri.

Shuri looked disgusted. “You two are haters, mad that you don’t have a study date with a cute girl.”

Riri and MJ both chuckled like Shuri was a baby trying to talk. 

“I get bitches on the daily, but okay,” Riri said, grinning. 

“Say that!” MJ agreed, dapping her up. 

Shuri shook her head. There was only so much she could take. She felt like she was losing brain cells which was ironic considering they were all gifted, especially the likes of Riri. She grumbled something about “nonsense” under her breath along with some added Xhosa.

“If you have to keep getting more…girls, then it means you’re obviously not as good as you think you are,” Shuri retorted. 

MJ gasped and Riri furrowed her brows, putting her phone down on the coffee table. She and Shuri stared at each other. 

“Damn, you can’t take a joke?” Riri asked. 

“Just, what did I tell you about calling women bitches?” 

“Some of them are,” MJ pursed her lips.

Shuri sighed and checked her reflection in the small mirror hung up in the living room on the wall. She fiddled around with her perfectly fresh curls and cut. “I don’t have time for this. I will be late to see my Y/N.”

“Yeah, you’re doing a lot for a study date…innocent my ass,” Riri replied, going into the kitchen.

“Clap those cheeks,” MJ nodded at Shuri with a closed-mouth smile.

Shuri couldn’t leave her friends fast enough and not just because she was embarrassed. 

The thought of seeing you brought her peace and serenity. She smiled from ear to ear amid her racing heart. 

The pair of you had been studying for a few months now. Little did Shuri know, things were about to escalate. 

When you answered the door, your eyes were glued to Shuri in a way that made her blush and become self-conscious. Her vibrant smile faded as you just stood there, taking her in.

“Y/N?” She nearly stuttered, a frown of confusion on her stunning face.

Noticing you were worrying the poor girl, you cracked your dazzling smile. “Hi, Shuri. Come on in.” 

“You scared me, had me worried,” She said, now able to poke fun at the situation as she obeyed your command. 

“I’m sorry, you just look so good.”

Shuri froze. Then, she smiled from ear to ear. “Yeah? You think so?” She turned to fully face you.

You nodded earnestly. 

“You always look good,” she told you, blushing lightly through her rich skin.

You just smiled. “Thank you, baby.” You took note of how she seemed to slightly tense. It always appeased you when Shuri got shy. Sometimes you did things to purposely evoke that response. “Can I get you a snack before we begin?”

“A snack? Um, sure, if that’s what you want.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Water is fine, thank you.”

Shortly after, the two of you moved to your room. Shuri smiled as she took in the familiar surroundings. “I always like being in your room,” she said softly.

“Yeah? Maybe you should become my roommate then.” 

~~

“Bast,” Shuri whispered, closing her eyes.

“Pardon?” You replied.

“You’re driving me wild,” she admitted as your hand held her toned thigh.

“I am? I haven’t done anything, baby.” You smiled widely and cupped her cheeks. Her eyes landed on you. They looked soft and dark at once.

“Your touch,” she murmured.

That flooded your core. “You want more?” 

Shuri nodded hazily.

“Use your words,” you lowly ordered. 

“Y-Yes. Please.”

“Ooh, respectful, too.” You brought her into a luscious kiss. Shuri leaned into you and kissed you back eagerly. She whimpered as your hand caressed in between her thighs. She desperately lay her touch on your hips. 

“Y/N…please,” she begged when your lips reluctantly separated.

You placed her hand on your breast and she moaned. You chuckled to yourself and sucked her neck as you encouraged her to fondle you. 

A trembling Shuri accused you of “killing” her. 

The reality was, you brought her more life than she’d ever known. 

[heatwayve]

“ are you sending something to the other villa ? maybe it should be my mugshot, 'cause seriously, i’ll go off. ” 

who did you share a bed with last night ? how did you sleep ?

“ i shared with stella, or tried to. i didn’t really get much sleep, but that’s not because of her. i couldn’t turn my brain off and i was pretty worried about romi, so . . . yeah, i eventually just got over myself and reached out to her, and we talked through a lot of the night. would it kill you guys to send in someone nice that’s going to treat her right ? surely that’s what the viewers want at this point, too. but, um, yeah, it was really nice to just hang out with her again. i missed her – after, like, an hour, i missed her. it was so pathetic. ” 

are you getting on with any of the bombshells ? who’s at the top of your list ?

“ i don’t really have a list – which, talking about it is sort of mortifying, considering i don’t think i was at the top of anyone’s when they came in here. the past few days . . . you guys sure know how to humble a girl, don’t 'cha ? ” a wry grin crosses her features.  “ i’d say jude is the only one i don’t get on with, but even that feels complicated. like, i don’t hate him, but i don’t think we’ll ever be besties. stella’s like, one of my girls, she’s someone i could see myself getting along with on the outside, she’d fit right in with my friends. angel’s like, the opposite of that in a good way. he’s nothing like what i’m used to with my friends back home, but i feel like we clicked so well so fast ? i could talk to him for ages. it’s really comfortable. this is going to be really embarrassing if he comes in here after this to the cameras, like, fuck that bitch, she didn’t know how to dap or whatever, ” naomi monologues. “ zeke’s pretty cute, but he’s pretty aloof, too. and dante’s really fun – so gorgeous. i think he’s like, waffling a bit between jenny and romi. pretty curious to see how that whole thing plays out, shoutout to someone else’s love triangle. and charlene’s sweet, i think she could tell i had a late night, so she made me breakfast this morning, ” she smiles in spite of herself, “ i really liked that. ” 

do you see yourself starting to focus on one person or are you still exploring ?

“ well, i guess i’m still ‘exploring.’ ” naomi draws air quotes around the word. “ i do really want to focus on one person, though. i think the past few days have really made me realize that. i thought i would be making a more definitive decision about that at the end of this week, but . . . maybe it’s been made for me anyway. i think the hardest part is not knowing. ” 

how was the beer pong game ? what was most memorable about it ?

“ i’m so shit, but after seeing those dares, it’s probably for the best that i didn’t manage to sink a single shot, ” naomi laughs, dropping her head into her hands before she emerges with a sheepish grin. “ i guess the romi, jude and jenny drama is what sticks out the most. i don’t know. i haven’t been jude’s biggest fan, but i would’ve liked to see things work out for romi. obviously a lot of the bombshells don’t see what the big deal was as much, it was a little lost on angel at first, but i’ve been in here with romi since the start, and i’m getting pretty fucking sick and tired of seeing her get shit on – and, yeah, i’m still getting my family’s lawyer involved about the dejan thing, count on it. ”

what was it like seeing the postcard ? what was the most shocking part of it ?

“ right, ” naomi presses her lips together, “ well, it didn’t feel good, so thanks for that. ” her gaze drops down toward her hands, and she releases a gentle sigh. “ i know i’ve been telling you guys that i think dylan should get to explore his options – and i still think that he’s justified. he definitely deserves to, like, i don’t need the lecture on how my feelings have been divided. but it was still jarring to see that before we’ve even had the chance to speak about it, i don’t know. i guess i didn’t expect it to be as easy for him, ” she wipes the corner of her eyes with her palm, gritting her teeth, “ and josh – yeah, i know, everyone and their mother warned me. i’m not surprised. trust me, it’s not like i expected him to be chaste, especially when i didn’t give him an answer last time we spoke. but i really didn’t like looking at it. ” naomi clears her throat, “ can we take a break ? ” 

did the postcard change anything about your perspective moving forward ?

“ well, ” an exasperated sigh escapes her lips and she reaches to apply her lip gloss, a knowing look at the camera, “ i guess i’ve got to crack on for real, don’t i ? what choice do i have ? ” 

who did you vote for the hideaway ? why ?

“ i voted for angel. if i had the option, i probably would’ve voted for callie, too. i think out of everyone, they could probably most benefit from the alone time away from everyone else ? i don’t know if they’ve really talked about frankie or the more serious stuff. and he’s so into her, it’s really cute. it’s nice to see someone that’s actually all about callie and angel seems like he wants the same things she does out of this, like he’s just as serious about a real relationship. they seem like a good match. ” there’s a wistful, almost nostalgic smile on her lips, “ i was so fucking stubborn coming into this whole thing, and callie’s really made me look at shit differently than i normally would, like, several times in here. she’s a fucking force. i’ve never met anyone like her. so, okay, yeah, even if callie and i aren’t ever on the same page again . . . i’m always going to be rooting for her to find that, ” naomi adds. 

[zeeroweenies]

having thots about toman bullying the reader but specifically chifuyu, mikey, draken, baji and mitsuya 😮‍💨

this ask got my mf spidey senses tingling😫

cw: recording (not consensual) ; bullying i guess ; humiliation ; denial ; public fingering ; anal ; cum swallowing.

bully! draken and mikey can’t help but wanna tag team you. They’re on your ass at all times, literally. Dapping each other up like bros do and giggling at the way you nervously hug your books to your chest from them secretly recording under that tiny skirt when you’re in a rush to get up the stairs, only to prevent you from getting to your destination by flipping it up to get a closer look at those pretty panties you always wear, bending you over the nearest surface to fuck you full with two whole loads leaking from your slutty pussy before sending you right on your merry way. It’s not their fault you’re so breedable.

bully! mitsuya always dresses you in the sluttiest shit he manages to craft up no matter how embarrassing it may be. Dragging you out in public in the tiniest tops with your tits hanging out and mini skirts that barely cover anything or showing off his hard work by making you put on a private show for the entire gang, every stitch that holds the indigo blue lingerie against your body makes everyone in the room stare in awe, accompanied by stifled groans and catcalls along with the hardened tents in their pants when Takashi makes you twirl on your heels and bend over to reveal your soaked pussy through your crotchless panties.

“She looks so fuckin’ hot,” a voice chirps up from behind him, making an egotistical “I know” fall from his lips before throwing his drink back with a smile. Don’t forget to say thank you, Mitsuya.

bully! baji loves getting you flustered. You’re a shy lil’ thing, exactly how he likes em. That’s why it’s so fun getting you off during class, staring you down though those intense grey eyes while he’s two knuckles deep inside your tight little cunt, a mischievous grin on those roguish features from the way you try to contain each small whimper and gasp the entire time during your suspecting professor’s lecture. Leaving you displeased and hot in the face when you look up at him through begging eyes when he pulls out of you to suck his digits clean, dick throbbing in his pants at the way you rub your thighs together in a secret plea for more. God, good girls were the fucking best.

bully! smiley uses you for his own pleasure. You don’t need to get off when you’re his personal cumdump, in his eyes you don’t deserve to. So he pumps you full, heart swelling with pride at the way you take all of him even though he’s far too big for you, that trademark smile plastered across his carefree mug contrasting your fucked out features when he’s pounding into you, eyes crossed and mind bleary before he quickly pulls out to cum on that pretty face. Maybe if you beg good enough next time he’ll be nice enough to cum inside you like the bitch you are.

bully! toman as a whole loves to pass you around to the gang. Fucking their favorite whore full of cock and cum until you’re an incoherent mess. Gleaming at how you willingly slut yourself out to them like a cheap skank, even allowing them to put a cute little tramp stamp of the gang’s insignia on the side of your hip should you ever forget you’re Toman property. “And what’s your name?” Your chin is lifted harshly by Draken who’s shoving a camera in your flushed face, spit and cum leaking onto his hand with Mikey and the other men towering over you with their dicks in hand waiting for your answer. “Tom– Toman’s cumdump.” You barely manage to mumble. That’s a good girl, maybe they should collectively reward you with a facial. It’s only fair that they treat their favorite hole nicely.

[xpeachesncream]

2AM | one shot

summary: just like yoongi says - if namjoon wasn’t gonna act on his feelings for you, then why couldn’t you? even if that meant sliding into namjoon’s DMs.

pairing: reader x namjoon

genre: college au | sprinkle of fluff, smut

words: 3.8k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, club scene, alcohol consumption, dancing/grinding, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, breast play, hickeys, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, ass smacking, doggy style, hair pulling, headboard knocking against the wall and head to the mattress type of rough sex, pillow to the face type of loud sex, backshots, namjoon is a kind fella though and really respects you

note: i’ve been hearing namjoon is/has become people’s bias wrecker lately..... 🤪 this is for you. i’ve tried to make this as realistic and relatable as possible. pls excuse any errors!

The club was awfully packed tonight, you and your friends and a bunch of all your mutual friends tightly pushed against one corner of the club, celebrating whoever's birthday it was - you couldn't fucking remember. You were just there because you knew of the person, but your friends still dragged you out to have a good time.

And, God, you were drunk. You were having a good time. You were already drunk before the club, having pissed on the sidewalk with Yoongi covering you with his jacket while Jin pissed next to you in the alley since there were no bathrooms open to the public at this time.

"Namjoon is here!" You hear Yoongi yell and nudge you. Namjoon had always had a crush on you. You two were friends, had a lot of mutual friends, but it was nothing more of a hi and bye in passing on campus. Occasional small talk, nothing more, nothing less. But, it didn't mean you didn't think he was attractive. Standing almost at 6 ft tall, the man was buff in all the right places and had a smile that could kill from miles away. You just never pressed on it because Namjoon never pressed on it. People teased him about his silly crush on you but he never took it further. He'd call you the prettiest girl he'd ever seen on campus, leaving anonymous comments on the campus' compliment board talking about how your smile was the best one he's ever seen. Everyone knew it was Kim Namjoon. But it was just a silly crush after all, right?

Tonight though, you were thinking of doing other things. Maybe it was this dick drought you had been in, maybe it was the alcohol heightening your attraction to him. Whatever the fuck it was, you wanted it and you were down.

"Aye!" Namjoon comes over to Yoongi and Jin, giving them their daps and hugs before he makes his way over to you. "What's up, Y/N?" He pulls you into a tight hug. 

"Hey! Didn't think you'd be here." You chuckled.

"Why not? I like to have fun every so often, too." You nod. It's not like Namjoon hated going out, but he did have a preference of staying in than being at the club. He wasn't at every outing or club event. He'd make it to some if it was really important to his friends, but he'd usually skip out and he'd be teased about it the following week. You liked that about him; that he wasn't the type to be a partier or spend his free time chugging on alcohol. He was one of the smartest guys on campus who was pretty well known and he carried himself well. Dude could run for president and he’d have everyone’s votes, no cap.

"Well, I'm glad you're here."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that you're glad I'm here." He joked with that smile of his, dimples piercing his cheeks before he continued his rounds of hello's.

"Well, I'm glad you're here." Jin fluttered his eyelashes as he swung back and forth, mocking your tone in tiny causing Yoongi to laugh.

"Fuck off, Seokjin." You shove him.

"Why don't you finally do something about it? You know he likes you.”

"Why does it have to be me?"

"Why can't it be you?" Yoongi asked. "Does the dude always have to make a move?"

"Yeah, and besides, what if he's only doing that because he respects you and thinks you don't like him like that?" Jin butted in.

"I didn't asked to be attacked." Yoongi shrugged.

"Just saying. It doesn't have to be on Namjoon. Maybe he's waiting on you. Don't slip up, fool." He jokes as you shake your head, leading your friends to the bar for another drink to keep your drunkness alive. Yoongi orders three shots of nasty ass Jameson, but you take it anyways because he's your homeboy and the shit was free. He asks for another round, which you almost pass on but you catch sight of your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook.

"Pass it." Yoongi smirks as he passes you another shot glass. You take it to the neck with ease, deciding you'd deal with consequences later. You just wanted to have your fun.

"Hey." Jungkook wraps his arms around you, causing you to shrug him off and push his arms away.

"Jungkook, stop." You used to hate him. You really used to despise the guy, but it had gotten so tiring that you eventually got over it and moved on. You had a good relationship after all, you had a great freshman year even if you started off college in a relationship. But, he didn't want it after a year and a half. He wanted his college freedom, wanted to explore, wanted to get to know the incoming freshmen girls and transfers. So, he eventually stopped trying and that killed you.

But myyyy, have the tables turned. Jungkook wanted you back badly even though you've made it blatantly obvious you were over him.

"Dance with me tonight? You look good." He looks at you up and down, eyeing the tight mini skirt and crop top you had on.

"Maybe.” You look at him like he was crazy. “I'm busy."

"With who?"

"Not with you."

"Come on, baby. Please." Obviously drunk and out of this mind.

"Ew, don't call me that Jungkook. I am not your baby."

"Aw come on, you’ll always be though." He smiles, hugging you once more.

"You got a whole line up, remember? Stop worrying about me." You scoff as you shove him aside, making your way back to your friends.

"The fuck was that about?"

"Jungkook being Jungkook."

"He definitely wants to have his cake and eat it, too."

"Well, that's not gonna fly with me. He needs to go."

"Good. Come on, let's go dance. Maybe Namjoon will come since you don’t wanna do it. Acting all scared and shit." 

“Shut up, Yoongi. Just walk.” You laugh. Yoongi nods towards some free space, Jin already welcoming a lady friend onto his lap for a dance. You playfully dance around with Yoongi for a little before you feel him passing you off to pretty boy Park Jimin. You loved dancing with Jimin because lord knows he knew a thing or two about rhythm more than most of these men in the club. Including your friends.

Heh, just kidding.

After a song or two, the latest shots are starting to make their way through your veins, your skin feeling hot and your balance being a little thrown off. Nothing you couldn't handle though, you still knew how to compose yourself well and keep it together.

"Enjoying yourself?" You hear Namjoon come from behind you as you had been standing around by the railings, catching a breather after Jimin had broke you off to those two songs, working up a damn sweat.

"Yeah, are you?" You turn to face him as your arms hung loosely over the railing.

"I meaaaan, I think it could be better." He sips on his drink.

"Stop babysitting your drink, Namjoon." You playfully nudge him.

"I'm not babysitting, I'm just savoring this expensive drink." You roll your eyes and laugh. You watch as he takes another sip, your hand keeping his glass tilted from the end until there's nothing left for him to drink.

"There, that's better."

"You're a bad influence."

"No, I'm not."

"You are. Pretty, and a bad influence." He adds, chuckling while licking his bottom lip. It's silent for a minute as he's eyeing the crowd in front of you, watching people sloppily dance on each other or tongue each other down. Either or, everyone was drunk and feeling up on somebody.

Everyone besides you two.

"Fuck it, let's dance." He suddenly says, grabbing your hand and leading the way to the nearest empty space. He backs himself against the wall, grabbing you by the waist to throw your ass back on him. He grips you tightly as you work him, his hips moving in tandem with yours. If you weren't mistaken, you could feel this entire thing soaking your panties by the minute. The way he had taken initiative and grabbed your hand the way that he did. The way he backed himself against the wall and shoved you onto his crotch area.

You didn't know Namjoon had it in him after he had been shying away from his crush on you. Park Jimin was sliding down the dance pyramid, with Kim Namjoon quickly climbing his way to the top.

Something so innocent had turned intimate pretty quick, your body backed against his now as you slowly worked your hips to Rossi's All I Want, your hand grabbing around his neck. You felt his breath against your skin, his eyes locked on you and only you.

After a couple of dances, you turned to him, his arms still wrapped around your waist. He gave you a big, toothless smile, his dimples becoming a huge weakness for you. You being the tease that you are, gave him a kiss on the cheek before you started to pull away from his grip.

"Oh, so it's like that?" He jokes as he bites on his bottom lip, his hands slowly slipping down your wrists the more you pull away.

"I don't know, is it?"

"You tell me. Are you going to hit me up to kick it?"

"We'll see." You smirk at him before walking towards your friends, his tongue pressed against his cheek as he watches your hips sway from side to side. After tonight, you knew you wanted Namjoon and he was the goal. No if's, and's or but's.

You and your friends call it a night by the time the club is almost coming to a close. Everyone is rushing to head out and catch their Ubers, but you see no Namjoon in sight. He must have disappeared sometime during the night, and you were too busy with your friends to notice. Which, is a fucking bummer because you wanted to see him before you left, hoping it could flourish into something more than just the dances you shared with him tonight.

You just had to be a tease.

Getting home, you're a little uneasy because you're stuck on the fact that you want something more out of the night and you couldn't get that. You hesitated quite a few times, picking up your phone, then throwing it back onto your bed. Your roommate hadn't gotten home yet, the loneliness kicking in quick.

Fuck it!

You shake your head and grow some balls to hit up Namjoon to see what he was up to at damn near 2AM.

But sike, your ass doesn't even have his number.

"What the fuck, Y/N!" You groan to yourself, quickly pulling up your group chat w/ Yoongi and Jin before you change your mind.

[y/n] 1:52am: ANYBODY HAVE NAMJOON'S NUMBER???

Pure silence for the next 5 minutes.

[y/n] 1:58am: i know none of you two are getting some tonight, where tf are you!

Some more silence.

"For fuck's sake, guys." You whined as you pulled up Namjoon's IG page. Were you really gonna do this? Were you really gonna slip yourself into his DMs?

Absolutely the fuck yes.

x_ynbaby: hi

namjoooonie: :) look who it is

x_ynbaby: sorry this prob looks stupid as fuck but i just realized i didnt have your number

namjoooonie: no biggie. at least ill be able to say y/n slid in my dm's first

x_ynbaby: pls dont start

namjoooonie: how can i help you?

x_ynbaby: what are you up to?

namjoooonie: im about to get ready for bed just like you should be doing

x_ynbaby: excuse you, im grown. i can go to bed when i want lol

namjoooonie: you're grown, ey?

x_ynbaby: yeah i am

namjoooonie: cool, come show me here?

x_ynbaby: kim namjoon, what is that supposed to mean

namjoooonie: it means you come over and watch something with me that isnt pg-13, duh? take it or leave it cutie, ive got some good comedy stand-ups on my list

x_ynbaby: lol send me the address

You laughed out loud. He was so frustratingly cute that you found yourself throwing on your jacket and heading back out to grab an Uber to his place not too far from yours. His roommate was home, but he had been locked up in his room the entire time Namjoon had gotten back. He figured he was already sound asleep, so he had you quietly come up the steps, his hand holding onto yours as you tippy-toed past his roommate's door.

"Fuck, finally. What a journey." He says, shutting his door.

"You're so dramatic."

"Says the one who was like we'll see." He mocks you, batting his eyelashes and tilting his head to the side.

"Shut up. Where's your list of comedy stand-ups, huh?" He plops on his bed, patting the empty space next to him.

"Right here." He opens his macbook. "This is where all the magic happens."

"Ah, yes. The comedy stand-ups and the porn, right?"

"Yup, especially the porn." You laugh as you playfully shove him aside. He actually begins to play Dave Chapelle's Sticks and Stones, his cute laugh already erupting and echoing throughout his room. You couldn't help but laugh yourself, your body sinking closer to his. Feeling his body against yours had the heat pooling in your core, wanting more from him while you were here. "I can't believe he—" He turns to look at you, your gaze still kept on him. "What?"

"Namjoon, I know this isn't the only thing you were thinking about tonight." You say, almost at a whisper.

"It's not, but I don't wanna disrespect you in any way." He says, in typical Namjoon fashion. You shake your head, your hand on his chest as you slightly push yourself up.

"Handle me." He simply looks at you as you nod. "Handle me like you would, all bullshit aside." He hesitates a bit, his face edging closer to yours.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. We've established that we're grown, right? Show me." You say breathily. As soon as it slips your mouth, Namjoon shoves his laptop aside to wrap his strong arms around you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. He gently lays you on his bed as he keeps his lips locked onto yours. The kiss becomes messy, your tongue continuously pushing against his, the sounds of wet kisses now filling his room. You moan into his mouth as he fiddles to remove your joggers, catching a glimpse of him finally removing them and tossing it across his neatly organized room. You pulled away for a quick second to remove his shirt before he removed yours, your hands trailing down his beautiful chest.

"Fuck, taking this off." He says, aggressively unhooking your bra and throwing it off to the side to be an eyesore along with your sweats lying on the floor. You giggle as he begins to kiss down your neck and jawline, then welcoming himself to your breasts. He plays with your nipples, his thumb toying with it and gently pinching. You let out a hiss as you feel his tongue flicking around your nipples one by one, his breath causing cold air to linger on them. You watch as he begins to suck on the skin of your breasts, leaving purple-ish marks on either boob.

"Ohhhhshit." You bite onto your bottom lip, so fucking turned on by him and his ways. He makes his way down to your panties, giving your clothed clit a kiss before shoving your panties aside and licking a strip upwards. "Ahhhhh, Namjoon." You breathe.

"Uh huh?" He says, lowering his mouth onto your clit, sucking as his tongue caressed it slowly at the same time. His mouth and tongue are continuing to work in tandem while he slips in two digits, working them in and out to stretch you out.

"Yeah, like that." You moan, your hand is gripping his hair tightly as you jut your hip upwards. Namjoon does a good job holding you down, even as your high approaches. "Ughhhhhhgggfuck!" Your words mesh together as you try to jut your hips upwards once more before you feel yourself unraveling under his grip. You tremble as you coat his fingers, moaning loudly and not giving a damn about his sleeping roommate anymore.

"Shhh, my roommate." He chuckles as he towers over you, careful not to put all his body weight on yours.

"I'm sorry but, gohhhhd." You whine. "Please just fuck me, I wanna feel you." He bites onto his bottom lip, watching you twirl your tongue around his wet digits and suck on them, giving yourself a good taste of your pussy.

"Stop." He tilts his head back and shakes his head. "You're gonna make me cum just doing that."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I haven't gotten to feel you, yet. That's what." He says as he removes his beautifully long and thick hardened member from his boxers, his sweats dropping to the floor from his ankles. He pumps himself a few times before he taps it against your folds, teasing you with his tip as he slides it up and down.

"Namjoon, I swear—" You arch your back, feining for more.

"You swear, or what?" He asks playfully, his tip the first to slowly enter inside of you. Your breathing hitches the deeper he goes in, literally having you question whether or not you were gonna be able to take him. "You okay?" You nod silently as you try to position yourself comfortably on him, Namjoon letting out a small groan as he feels you fully envelope him from wall to wall. He starts slow, making sure you were comfortable before he begins to pick up his pace. You grip the sheets as he begins to get aggressive with you, his headboard endlessly knocking on his wall.

He apparently doesn't give a fuck about his roommate either. And here he was, shushing you.

You begin to moan his name loudly, feeling the high approaching you once again.

"Y/N." He whispers, chuckling. He [politely] throws his pillow onto your head, signaling for you to hold onto it and scream into it if need be. Which, you do. "Fuuuck Y/N, you're so hot." He moans under his breath as his thrusts are fast, the sound of skin pounding against skin bouncing off of his walls.

"Joon, I'm cumming again." You moan into the pillow as he slows his thrusts for you, letting out breathy moans as he feels you constricting around him.

"Turn around." He says, you quickly obeying, shooting your ass up with your face down. You wiggle your ass onto his dick, causing him to slightly hiss. He inserts his tip in but allows you to sink onto him yourself. "Godddddamn." He moans as you begin to move your body up and down on his dick, cream lathering the top of it like icing. He gives your ass a good smack, the heat pooling to the area quickly. One hand grips your hips, while the other grips your hair and slightly tugs on it as he takes control and thrusts into you.

"Fuck! Namjoon." You groan as he pulls your hair. Your ass is bouncing off of him, the pain turning into pleasure. Your mouth is agape, no sounds being able to escape as he pounds into you.

"Shit Y/N, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Backshot." You simply say, Joon fully understanding. With the last couple of thrusts, you find yourself constricting around him again, body getting weak and trembling back down into the sheets. His hand pushes your head into the mattress while the other pulls out and pumps his hardened dick, lathering your back in his load. You feel him almost collapse onto you, his hand holding onto your hip as he regulates his breathing.

"Fuck, I am so sorry." He says, grabbing a tissue to wipe your back.

"Why are you sorry?" You laugh as you turn over afterwards.

"It just makes me feel bad, I feel like I'm marking my territory or something."

"I meaaaaaaan." You say, Namjoon's eyes going straight to your breasts.

"Agh fuck, Y/N." He says, feeling bad as he slips on his clothes before handing you yours.

"It's not a big deal.

"I just want you to know that I do value you more than just my territory or whatever that means." He shakes his head. "Fuck, I just mean I value you more than that, okay?" You giggle.

"You're fine, Joon." He smiles toothlessly as he nods, feeling accomplished having gotten his point across.

"So, more comedy stand ups?"

"Boy, you wore me out. I'm going to sleep."

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back, gonna grab us water. Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thank you." You smile as he shuts his door. You check your phone from your night stand seeing that your friends had finally texted you back.

[yoongi] 2:47am: woops, shit hahahah did you still need it?

[yoongi] 2:47am: and fuck off ok, what if i was getting some?

[jin] 2:49am: he's not. we're not. we just finished playing phasmaphobia thats why we responded late

[yoongi] 2:49am: youre an ass kisser seokjin

[jin] 2:50am: i think y/n is already at namjoons

[yoongi] 2:51am: better tell us about it tomorrow bro @ y/n

[jin] 2:52am: have fun be safe

[y/n] 3:30am: you guys get home from the club and play phasmaphobia? thats why you guys get none

[jin] 3:31am: r u at namjoons or not, this wasnt even about us

[y/n] 3:32am: yes and just got dicked down like the world was ending tomorrow

[yoongi] 3:33am: .........

[yoongi] 3:33am: .......................

[jin] 3:34am: 'whyyyyy does it have to be me' she said

[jin] 3:34am: dick mustve gotten your tongue now

[y/n] 3:35am: Error: 404. This number could not be reached at this time. Try again later.

[jin] 3:36am: lmfao weak, you'll hear from us later today missy

You chuckled to yourself as you heard Namjoon nearing the door. Suddenly, you hear another door open, his roommate's voice faintly echoing in the hallway.

"Dude, can you and your girl be any louder?"

"Sorry Hobi, I thought you were asleep."

"That's the thing, I was." Namjoon laughs.

"Oh shit, my bad. We'll keep it down next time." You watched as he nodded before closing the door. You laughed silently as he handed you a water bottle, scooting himself next to you.

"Yeah Namjoon, be quiet next time."

"Me? You had a pillow and you were still loud."

"Not my fault. Didn't even know you had it in you." You teased.

"What's that even supposed to mean?" He scoffed before gently tickling you.

"It's just, I thought you were forgetting about your little crush on me."

"Want me to show you again?"

"I'm sleep, bye." You laughed as you turned over, your ass comfortably touching his leg while he laid next to you and watched his show.

[obanaispy]

tear you apart - biker!toji x barkeep y/n.

part one.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this will be a 4 part fic! this part is mostly prologue so it’s tame but the next will contain smut. i suggest listening to ‘tear you apart’ by she wants revenge or ‘nothing burns like the cold’ by snoh whilst reading. thanks you for the support and please leave comments!

18+ mdni

Fuck. How did you end up here again?

Face pressed against the bathroom sink, arms held behind your back as Toji brought you to yet another orgasm. The bar had been closed for about 30 and he had made use of each and every minute.

Pulling up your pants, you peer at him through the mirror reflection— eyes rolling at his smug expression.Toji walks behind you, allowing for his arms to wrap around your waist, lips brushing against your ear as he speaks.

“I thought you weren’t fucking with me anymore..”

Scoffing, you push him off, a smirk tugging at your lips. See, you already knew he was right.. but, there’s no need to admit such a thing. “Maybe..” you finally speak up, fixing your clothes as you head for the door— “..I was in a giving mood today”.

The look you spotted on his face as you gave one last glance back just screamed that he knew you were lying. Mans could read you like you’ve spent an eternity in the palm of his hand. That's one of the many things you enjoyed about him,sadly..

Plus, his dick was big.

“You sure you don’t need me to follow you home? Make sure you’re safe?” Toji questioned, following right behind you as you made your way outside. You chuckle, unlocking your car door— “promise i’m fine. Thanks for the offer”. Backing away with his arms up, he finally mounted his bike— buckling on his helmet. “Text me, sweetheart.” he yelled over the noise of his cycle, to which you replied with a singular thumbs up.

Yet somehow, he’s there at 3am, arms holding you against his chest.

You weren’t entirely sure on how it got to this point. Let’s see.. maybe a walk down the timeline will help give a bit of understanding.

You’ve been working at this bar for about 4 years— snagging the job at the ripe age of 20 because your grandparents owned the place. About two years ago, they kicked the bucket and left you an entire business to run. As if he was a gift from the universe— Toji appeared at that time!

.. Now looking back, he honestly was a curse.

Anyways, you guys hit it off, he helped you through the loss and soon you grew to be close friends. About a year ago, a makeout session went too far and..you woke up snuggled in his comforter. Fun right?

Present day. Here you are trying to cut ties because you’re catching feelings and that was NOT your plan. You came for dick..pull it together.

You had agreed to Toji driving you to the bar today. Grabbing your belongings, you hopped out the door spotting him waiting on his bike right in front of your driveway. Making sure the door was locked, you head down to where he was, giving a brief hello as you slung yourself on the seat space behind him.

“No kiss today? you must be committed” he joked, beginning to take off once you gave a grunt in response.

The ride was quiet for the most part. You guys hummed together and you tried your best not to think about how good he smelled. You could tell he had been using that cologne you gifted him.

It seemed like his scent followed you, dancing at your nose during your entire shift. “Shawty had to have put a spell on me..” you mumble, dishing out yet another round of drinks to the loud men crowding your bar. You recognized a few of them from Toji’s little gang— Gojo and Getou being the most familiar.

“Yo Y/n, don’t forget about me when you’re finally done with Toji” Gojo called out as you placed his drink in front of him with a raised brow. “Now what if he heard you saying that? Better calm yourself” you shoot back, dapping Getou up as you both laughed at the way Gojo’s face dropped.

As if he was summoned by the mention of his name, Toji walked in, immediately dapping up what felt like the entire building before ending at the boys sitting at the bar. “Y’all better not have my sweetheart working too hard” he warned playfully, a wink being given to you. Already having his regular ready, you slid it in front of him with a chuckle— “i’m always workin’ too hard”.

“You wouldn’t have to if you took up my offer.”

Yeah yeah it is true that Toji has offered countless times to take care of you until death but, you didn’t want to owe him one thing. Plus, no one knew how to run this joint like you did.. at least that's what you told him each time he offered.

Closing time came and a tipsy Getou carried out a plastered Gojo screaming out a “be safe!” for good measure. “Will do!” you call out, eyes landing on Toji who was cleaning off the tables with a hum. “I’m gonna help you , Y/n” he said without looking your way, almost as if he was reading your mind. Beginning to give rebuttal, you decide to not stir the pot and simply clean up your personal work area.

About an hour later, you both were heading to your vehicles as always. Before you could get into your car, Toji grabbed your arm— forcing you to look at him. “Ready to tell me what’s up?” he questioned, voice hushed.

“What’s up?” you shoot back, choosing to stay in ignorance. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek in slight annoyance— “yeah. You’ve been actin’ strange. Won’t look me in the eye.. stopped sharing your location”. His tone held a certain worry to it.

As much as you hate to admit it— you loved that he cared enough to question it.

Breathing out, a hand comes up to fiddle your hair as you speak— “I feel like we’re getting too serious and.. I know that wasn’t our plan so.. yeah.”. Toji stood there for a moment, taking in your words. “Y/n.. you gotta communicate that with me. I cherish you more than I do us being sexual.” His hand caressed your cheek, the rough, calloused texture feeling comforting. It traveled to grip your chin, directing your head to tilt up at him.

“You’ll have to kill me to get rid of me.”

Those words replayed in your head all the way home, in the shower and even whilst you made yourself dinner. Realizing you could not even begin to focus— you finally pick up your phone to message him.

“I got more of those chips you like.”

It felt like an eternity before you heard your phone vibrate.

“gimme 10.”

[calypsoff3]

Fifty Four.

I am not happy that I have been deported to Barbados, I mean I don’t hate the place but I would have preferred to stay with a certain person in London, I mean I am not attached but I like his company but whatever. I am spending my New Year in Barbados which isn’t a negative thing but I am sure I will feel the negative vibe from pawpaw about things, but auntie has bought us to my momo house, they are doing a New Year party here, I guess I get to see all of my cousins, which is fun “look at my grandbabies” momo said, I smiled awkwardly “how was Christmas? I missed you both actually” momo said “erm it was good, we enjoyed a lot, spending time with dad and mom, what more can we want” I grinned, momo sighed out smiling “good, I am just happy that you are both happy, but we can spend time together, how come your mom didn’t come?” looks like mom didn’t tell her mom a thing “oh she is erm, she is staying with Chris” auntie piped up, looking behind me at Mel “oh” I guess momo isn’t amused “right, they are divorced right” looking back at momo “they are Monica but they were friends first so yeah, she is spending the new year with the man she married and I support it and so should you, she is happy so yeah” oh auntie is really for my mom “of course, come in. Yes kids, I have made it so fun for you” well that was weird, pawpaw is here, I mean of course he is “your mom should have come here, spend time with her mom. She isn’t thinking right, once she sees him she gets caught up with him” I pulled a face “ok, whatever” I walked off “uncle!” I spat, Rorrey smiled “terror” he dapped me “I have come to annoy you actually” he chuckled “I don’t expect anything less from you at all” looking at Nadia “auntie your hair is amazing, oh my god!?” I spat “thank you” she smiled as I hugged her “sister in London?” I nodded my head, he didn’t say anything and it’s best that way. I don’t get why people need to be vocal about their negativity, that is my parents and I want them to spend time together, this makes me happy “I actually should have been in London myself” he grumbled “no” Nadia said, I pressed my lips into a hard thing line “laugh and I will throw you in the pool” I shook my head.

Dragging my Macbook further up “I can see your double chin” North said “thank you, I swear the food in London made me fat” North chuckled “you think?” nodding my head “it did, I am not sure. Maybe I ate too much cake, but if the fat from my chin can go to my boobs, life will be made. You think my boobs are small? They are, I think they are” North tilted her head “mhmm they aren’t huge but they aren’t small, small but your mom didn’t have boobs, remember she told us? She always wanted big ones, see how much you complain about your boobs” she got a point “I know” I huffed out “I miss you” I admitted “I miss you too, but you have been living! Your Insta is popping, country hopping on a Rihanna tour, like wow!?” I grinned “I don’t know North maybe because my mom is Rihanna? Maybe that is why?” North rolled her eyes “so tell me, what the fuck was that snap you sent me with that guy?” I giggled “your reaction made me laugh because what the fuck, you just sent me a load of letters” North eyeballed me “that isn’t Melo, like I know those lips and braces and that guy didn’t have that, so?” I grinned “did you hear his accent? How sexy is that? Like he didn’t need to do anything, I was feigning” she cackled “no his accent is sexy, I can’t even fault it but what is happening, you have this ugly smile on your face?” I don’t know what smile she is on about that I do, because I can’t stop smirking “what is happening!” North screamed “erm, northing really. I mean at first it was me, I was perusing him but then it ended up being us speaking all hours and just getting a long really well, and he is so calm like I am loud and just annoying but he gives me good vibes and I like him” North eyes widened “send me his name on Insta, I need to see” I scoffed grabbing my phone “I will send” I mumbled.

North doesn’t look pleased “Rylee he’s twenty three? What the fuck, I know you like light skinned men but come on? Also he is just a UK rapper boy and he isn’t going to get far in life, Melo is literally going to be in the NBA, he will be hopping on your name. You are literally a billionaire because of your parents, he is a guy that is in the hood, you need to think. Melo has better perspectives, I don’t agree” that was very judgemental of North “that was nasty, not everything is to do with money. I didn’t think of him as money or think he is after that” is she stupid “I am being realistic, a boyfriend that is in the NBA or some no nothing rapper? Like come on” shaking my head “my happiness or money? That is it right? But I don’t agree with what you are saying North, like with Melo I date him because I wanted too, he chased me so don’t forget that. Good for him he will be in the NBA, that is so nasty. I guess you will think of money” North shrugged “I am telling you the truth, you can literally be rich or ghetto” now she is being a bitch “or maybe not North, I will go with whoever makes me happy ok, that doesn’t phase me, money. If I get along with someone I do, who cares about money really. You acting really shallow right now” North popped her lips “the truth, when he becomes a big NBA star then what?” I laughed “if you want to fuck him then go for it North, because I am telling you something that nigga ain’t going to put out like you think. I am still waiting” North sighed out “I am not falling out with you over this, I am just telling you from my perspective, that is all friend. I mean yeah” she is being a dumb whore that is what “well let me decide for me, I am not basing things off what someone does ok. You all think Melo is the best thing ever, but he has yet to talk to me, why should I message him? Mhmm, he wanted to go on tour, but he couldn’t because his parents didn’t allow it and now he is quiet, just whatever. I am going now” she is not ruining my mood any more then she has.

North has put me in a mood, I just think that everything is not to do with money, why is it all money related with her, she is so dumb. Accepting the facetime “don’t mind my face” the sun is in my eyes “of course, I have just woke up. As you can see, covers over my face you know” I smiled a little “yep, you’re so efficient, when I say call you do it” Oakley side eyed me “do you mean when you ask? Let’s get that right first” I smiled “ok when I ask, you call” I can only see his eyes “better so what do you want? You asked for me to call anyways, I was going to get out of bed?” watching Junior jump into the pool fully clothed “aye! You!” Mel shouted, I sniggered. He is so funny “get out of there, I said shorts on boy!” I sighed out “what’s up? You seem a little sad and that?” I smiled “do I? I am smiling so I am not sad I guess?” he chuckled “nah, you not happy. What is it?” poking my lips out “just that a friend was being negative, I didn’t like it. I said about you right, and they just judged you as some UK rapper and stuff, I never really just thought of that you know and it’s annoyed me because why care about someone’s worth, I don’t know, she assumes that you would just want me because of who my parents are” I am being truthful with him “haha wow, I am just shit then, I told you I am from the hood you know. Need to watch that but I say don’t let negative things get to you, it’s your life. And you know that” he has a point “I know, I just got annoyed but anyways what are you doing today roadman?” he busted out laughing “roadman, it sounds so weird coming come from your American ass, like don’t say that again” I chuckled, the accent between us both is funny because I am stealing what he says to me and saying it back “how come you told your friend about us? I mean not us but me anyways?” look at him saying us “because she is a friend, friends talk but I guess not with that” he looks so cute, just woke up “she don’t appreciate your friendship, that is sad. I would keep it to yourself though. Like all this thing” he has a point “thank you for calling me, like you literally always do it when I ask” I know he’s smiling under those covers, I can just see his eyes now “you mad annoying though” he’s saying that to make himself feel good “what I said about you, you’re not offended right?” He moved the covers back from his face “erm no, I know me. And the way I have been harassed and grilled about you from your parents, like to me. That ain’t worth it, I could just dip. You know but, it’s whatever. I know me, and trust me. I have had words with big Breezy too” I cringed, he has a point.

I didn’t think I would be going out, out but it will be nice I suppose “you getting the big VIP treatment? Where is your bodyguard” Robyn rarely goes anywhere without them “in London you can hide, it’s a little like New York. It’s busy, people are so self-absorbed with themselves that they don’t care what you and I do so we good without one, I am glad you are coming out. You look so adorable with a beanie” I chuckled “I can’t wait to just gain weight really, that is all I want from this” I gestured for Robyn to go inside first “Rihanna, oh wow. Come here” oh I didn’t know we was seeing the band “oh wow, I got the call from you and I was like since when did Rihanna have my number, I was so shocked” Chris hugged her “I was thinking did I have your number, I was so thinking I may need to get my assistant on it bur I got it, I do” she laughed moving back from the hug “you know Chris, he’s my” she paused “your partner, hi” Chris answered for her, he is so excited shaking my hand “hi” he really does love himself some Rihanna “I am so hyper about seeing you, and I was thinking” Rihanna yelped out walking away “oh come on, it’s a big night for us. Just one song, one thing Rihanna come on!” he chased after her, I think he wants her to perform “I am not dressed for it" she said “and you still look beautiful, please tell her she looks amazing” he looked at me which made me laugh “you look amazing still” she looks so cute pouting about this “how can you do this to me?” he laughed hugging “awww come on” she said “fine” he yelped out “thank you, this is amazing. The show will be amazing” Robyn pointed at the cameraman “doesn’t mean I am a push over, never that ugh. Making me perform” I smiled at them, I can tell they have a great working bond and the respect and love is there.

Stood next to Robyn, they said I could go at front, and I said no, I am not going there alone anyways. Looking over at Robyn, she is waiting to go on stage. I love how in her zone she gets, she becomes a whole different person and it’s nice to see. Robyn turned to me “are you ok?” she shouted over the music “I know they tried to get you to go but don’t worry about it, production teams are asses. You wait right here and I will be back” nodding my head “there is so many people, the stage is huge!” I spat “it’s bigger then what I have been on, I think. This stage is big” it’s crazy to see “kill it out there” I smiled at her “I know you going to be thinking about me” she rolled her eyes “well the lyrics hit too close to home” I hugged her, I mean she’s coming up now “kill it out there” I stepped back, she put the ear monitors in, she seems so happy. I love to see her in this vibe, like this is the vibe I feel in love with, someone from the production team came over to take Robyn. The crowd are going to go crazy; I just know it. Moving my head to the side, she is going to go on now. She is so tiny compared to this stage “my good friend Rihanna!” he shouted down the mic and the roar of screams, it made me smile to see the reception she got. I am smiling hard for her.

Robyn is really enjoyed herself here and she is right, nobody has really cared for us or harassed us sitting here. Their concert is dope actually “to bring in the New Year, I think we should just look at one another, and show love. Everyone stand-up. Here is to another year” Chris said down the mic, I smiled watching Robyn getting up “get up” I shook my head, the song Yellow started to play. I didn’t think Robyn was the biggest fan like this, the way she has been singing her ass off at everything “Look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do” she sang, I can’t stop smiling at her. Really throughout this whole thing I have been just watching her, in her zone, how happy she is. Everyone is really just stood up, this place has no phones out, people just taking in the moment. I am hiding though, I have a beanie on and my hood on. I don’t want pictures taken of me either “get up” Robyn grabbed my hand, it is going to be the New Year now. Getting up from the seat “thank you!” she spat, I chuckled smiling at her. Robyn turned to me; she pushed my hood back. She lazily placed her arms around my neck “And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones. Turn into something beautiful. And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry” Robyn sang and then tilted her head at me “For you, I'd bleed myself dry” I also sang, she gasped “all this time you have been quiet” she said, I just smiled at her “it’s true, look how they shine for you” Robyn said “Happy New Year!” he shouted and the fireworks went off, looking up smiling and then looking down at Robyn “Happy New year” Robyn said to me “Happy New Year” lowering my head to Robyn and catching her lips with mine, The kiss wasn't an explosion of lust, it was passionate, but slow and thorough, tongues lazily moving against each other, lips firmly pressed together. Moving back from the kiss but Robyn yanked me forward and just hugged me close.

Robyn placed her hand in mine in the car as I yanked off the beanie off my head “I still need to grow my hair out” I said placing the beanie on my lap, looking over at Robyn and then looked at our hands “I am getting used to it but try and not do it again, like you really have a big head” Robyn and I laughed “I erm, I have something to say” I said “Chris, it’s ok. I know” I furrowed my eyebrows “I was at the doctors appointment with you, and he told us the effects, you don’t need to say it out loud and I am not offended, I get it but I want to spend the night in your bed and in your embrace, if we can” I didn’t say anything “I am sorry” I apologised “I wasn’t expecting sex Chris, I genuinely want your wellbeing. Medication like this are harsh, they will lower the dosage, then you will be ok. You will eventually be fine, and I want that, I want to be with you Chris” her voice broke “like yeah. I just don’t care, it’s not about the sex” nodding my head “I just don’t feel that, it lowers my testosterone. But for me to do it I would need to come off it or lower dosage so they can give me the other medication to counter it. You know” Robyn shushed me “stop, I don’t want it. Just be nice to sleep in the bed with you, it’s been a while” nodding my head “I am here to support you Chris, and that is it. I am not going to be selfish about me and my needs like before, I am serious” nodding my head “I love you” Robyn breathed out smiling and cooed out as she shifted her body to me, resting her head on my shoulder “we best friends before anything” she is right, we are.

I wore my tee in the bed, Robyn is still the same person. She takes forever in the bathroom “poppa, Mel has just sent me this” my heart skipped a beat, just to hear her say that, my chest. She called me poppa “right so Mel sent me this, and someone posted this on twitter” Robyn climbed onto the bed “why have you got a tee on?” she questioned “ignore that, what is it?” she bought her phone to me “so someone posted this on twitter and it says, I have just seen the most romantic thing at the Coldplay concert. I have just seen Chris Brown and Rihanna being so in love and singing to each other and no there isn’t video, I have a video, but I won’t post it, just know love is real” Robyn looked at me “that is so sweet, I mean how did she get I was in love from that” Robyn side eyed me “ew, toothpaste, from your brush is dripping” she is so silly “oh yeah, but how cute is that though. But listen to me, I don’t mind your body” she said as she shuffled off of the bed, I feel insecure no matter what she says because I saw her face when she saw me initially.

[ranveer--singh]

Title: Decisions, Decisions, Decisions - with Henry Cavill x reader

A/N: Reader finds out she pregnant, and now has to make a big decision. Does she want to have the baby, take the promtion, or do both. Will Henry support her decision?

The front door unlocked, making Nora nervously chuck the items in her hand into her bag. Quickly she grabbed her book, opening it to the page she last left on and carried on reading.

Hearing her husband walk inside, closing the door behind him made her heart race. His scent lingered into the lounge, making Nora’s body tingle and getting more and more nervous.

She didn’t want to look up and instead just focused on reading, trying to avoid those dreamy and charming eyes.

Henry  walked into the lounge, grinning as he sees his wife sitting on the sofa. She was wearing his shorts and a pink nike shirt. Nora’s legs were sprawled out onto the sofa, eyes focused on the book which made Henry  bite his lip just eyeing her up.

“Hey lovely.” Henry  sat down on the coffee table next to his wife. He put his hands on her smooth legs, tracing a line up and down with his fingers.

“Hen stop it, stop it,” Nora giggles kicking her legs. He was tickling her, making Nora forget her place in the book. She screeched, kicking again, her bag falling onto the floor when he came across a particularly sensitive bit of skin. She cursed as all her items fell out of her back at the sudden movement, even the items she nervously put inside when she heard him entering inside.

“Look what you did,” Nora sighed, slamming the book shut, jumping out of the sofa to collect her items and put them into her bag. 

Henry  went to help her out, bending down to collect the items and put back in her bag. He could see how distressed she looked and frowned. He raised his eyebrows when he saw a white and blue stick amongst the things on the ground.

He grabbed it, standing up to read it but Nora jumped up on her feet trying to get it out of his hands. Henry  was stronger then her, being a actor who trained a lot, so he was able to dodge her efforts and kept it in tightly in his hands.

“Pumpkin, are you- are you pregnant?” Nora had tears running down her eyes now sitting down on the sofa. She sniffed, rubbing her nose looking messy.

“Pumpkin, talk to me,” Henry  went to sit next to his lovely wife. He took her hands in his and held them, looking deep into her green eyes.

“Yes I am pregnant,” Nora half smiled looking at him. She could see how happy Henry  was to finally be a dad. His face lit up, a huge smile slid across his face. It’s the one thing he was waiting for. 

In excitement, he picked his wife up and spun her around a few times. Henry  slowly placed her on the ground, his hands cupped Nora’s face where he leaned in and pecked her lips ever so gently.

Henry frowned a bit, pulling back when he got an inkling something was wrong. Normally when the couple kisses, Nora’s hands would be on Henry ’s chest or squeezing his muscular arms. There was nothing of the sort today, however. He saw his wife turn her head instead to look outside to see the sun settle down.

Just as her tears dried up, Nora felt like crying again, her body shaking slightly from the cold breeze entering from the open window. Henry just watched his wife’s motions slowly, before moving her chin back to her face faced him.

“What’s wrong?” Henry could see a few tears trickling down her face. This broke his heart, thinking she didn’t want the baby. Nora linked her hand with his, sitting back on the sofa. Hena was getting scared, 101 things buzzing around in his head.

“Pumpkin, you’re scaring me,” Henry didn’t take his eyes off his wife as she started to talk. He watched as Nora’s leg started to shake, her hands getting clammy and moving off his. More tears trickled down her face, He grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and dapped the dampness of her face. Nora drew a half smile, biting on her bottom lip. 

“Hen,” she spoke softly, looking into his soft and kind eyes. “This is going to be hard for me. So please let me finish talking before saying anything.” He just nodded, looking at his wife watching her talk. Nora took a deep breath before she continued.

“Today I got a promotion at work, Hen. Instead of being a senior associate I became manager of the sales department. It’s a salary bump to double my regular pay. I get my own office, a new laptop and a whole team to work with.”

Nora sounded a bit excited from the tone of her voice, Henry  sighed knowing exactly what was coming next. He didn’t like it and it broke his heart, but he loved her and would support her with whatever decision she makes.

“Hen, say something,” Nora looked at him after finishing what she had to say. But there was dead silence for a few seconds. The only thing they could hear was the wind blowing in from the open window.

“Let’s make an appointment at the clinic tomorrow and sort it out,” Henry spoke feeling heart-broken that Nora would choose her career over wanting to become a mother. They always wanted to be parents. Babysitting Henry’s brother’s son gave them huge baby fever and now it appeared Nora would rather become a manager instead.

Nora became angry and disbelief coursed through her body. How could her husband just assume she wanted to get rid of the baby. She stood up from the sofa, pacing up and down in front of him in her agitation. Oh, she was really ready to let him have it.

“I am free tomorrow afternoon, maybe if we book now we can get the earliest time available.” Henry speaking was aggravating Nora and only making her angrier. She desperately wanted to slap some sense into him.

“SHUT UP,” Nora shouted, veins popping out of her forehead. He was startled, he didn’t really understand why she was angry. He thought this is what she wanted, no baby but a managers role.

Nora stopped pacing when she saw her husband frown, she couldn’t help but get more pissed off with his confusion. Henry should have known her better, they had been dating since they were 18 and they had been married for 2 years.

“Henry Cavill, what the hell made you think, that I wanted to get rid of the baby,” Nora shouted, biting her bottom lip. He could really be an idiot sometimes.

“You got the manager’s job, I figured you would take it,” Henry watched his wife sigh loudly, really annoyed. He didn’t understand. Nora had always dreamed about becoming a manager. She worked extremely hard to get where she is today. Being offered the manager’s job at age 32 was not a mean feat. Nora should feel proud of her achievements and he wouldn’t make her turn down the job, no matter his feelings about the baby. 

“Don’t call me Pumpkin” Nora snapped at him. “I prefer to stand, thank you very much.” Nora clenched her hands before she carried on speaking.

“Pumpkin, please sit down,” He spoke softly watching his wife grit her teeth. 

“You don’t even know what I am thinking about half the time Henry. All you do is assume the worst, I never said I was going to have an abortion. That’s all on you,” Nora spat at him, close to tears.  

“That’s not true. You know I love you but this is a baby we are talking about. This is what we been wanting for months now. Think about my feelings too,” Henry couldn’t bite his tongue anymore at her words, getting up from the sofa so he could look his wife in the eyes.

“I don’t want to have an abortion,” Nora started crying, sitting on the sofa. Her head held in her hands, raging hormones all over the place. “I have been thinking during my journey home to decline the manager’s job but to hopefully work part-time. It’s something I wanted to discuss with you.”

Henry  sighed, shoulders relaxing. Thank god. she didn’t want to abort. He sat down next to Nora in his relief. No words were exchanged, he just wrapped his arms around her tiny waist bringing her closer to him. Nora rested her head on his chest for comfort hearing his heart beat fast. He rested his head on top of hers as silence filled the air, Henry  rubbed her back smoothly just letting Nora cry it out. This was an important decision to make for them both. 

“I want to have this baby,” she broke the silence, lifting her head up and looking straight into his eyes.

“What about your promotion,” Henry  parted away so he got a good look at his wife who looked unsure, biting on her bottom lip once again.

“I don’t know, it will be hard to juggle both.” Nora’s voice became softer and a few more tears trickled down her face.

“Pumpkin,” He placed his hands on top of hers. “I am here for you, you should take the managers job. It’s something you have been working hard for, remember?”

“What about the baby? Taking the job means I’d hardly get to spend time with my child.” More tears fell down Nora’s face, remembering being looked after by her nanny until she became a teenager. It hadn’t been very fun because her nanny had been a very strict elderly woman. She just missed and longed for her parents to play and spend time with her. She wouldn’t wish that for her child.

“Pumpkin, look at me.” Nora wiped her nose looking at him. “You’re not alone in this, you’ve got me. Both our families will love to babysit. I’d say go for the manager’s job and we will cross bridges when we get to it." 

He cupped his wife’s face in his hands, leaning in to kiss her softly. Nora closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss for a few seconds. 

"Hen, do you really think we be able to juggle it all.” Nora looked up at him questioningly.

“I really think so, we are two clever individuals who can do anything we set are minds to. So let’s create one of your famous colour-coded calenders to help us get through it all.”

A smile appeared on Nora’s face at his words. For him to suggest an organized and colour-coded plan was a sign that he was really committed to making this work. It warmed her heart.

“Let’s do this,” Nora jumped up to grab her laptop, sitting back down on the sofa and started planning and merging her diary with Henry’s.

“We are doing it, Hen. We are doing it,” Her calendar looked very organised. Well, it took her a while to make it. Nora grabbed her laptop, ready to type an email to her boss accepting the manager’s position.

“Pumpkin, close the computer and come cuddle with me.” Henry made a grab at her laptop but she giggled and shielded it, playfully slapping his hands as she did so. 

“Just a moment, Hen. I need to-”

“Need to what, send an email right now?” He cut her off, looking at her opening the email to compose a message. 

“Leave it, Pumpkin. Come cuddle with me.” Henry opened his arms and gestured for her to join him where he was sitting. Nora sighed in surrender, rolling her eyes at her husband but closing her laptop nonetheless. She stood up to go and join him on the couch.

They sat together for a few seconds when the silence broke. Henry looks up to her before speaking, 

“I hope we have a baby girl who is as beautiful as you." 

Nora smiled and quirked an eyebrow,

"I thought you wanted a boy to play rugby with?”

As she was speaking, Nora imagined a little boy with Hen’s curly hair running around in the back garden wearing superman cape on his back, being chased by his father.

Henry didn’t say anything in response but fingered the hem of her shirt, moving her carefully out of his arms so he could bend down and kiss her stomach. Nora shivered at the feeling of the stubble on his jaw gently scraping along her sensitive skin of her belly. She smiled as Henry started whispering to the little tyke inside.

[lilchibi-chan]

Terushima Yuuji x Female Reader

Art by KittleKrattle

Genre: fluff/smut (a good 50/50 for those who appreciate both) 18+ PLEASE

Warnings: jealous/possessive Terushima, degradation, praising, dirty talk, oral, daddy kink, NSFW.

You are in college and Terushima comes to pick you up from school a couple times a week if he’s not too busy with work in the salon. This week he has decided to take a day off, so that he can surprise you and pick you up from school.

When he reaches your campus, he goes to the building that your last class of the day is in. Your class actually let out early, but he didn’t know because he didn’t want to ruin the surprise by contacting you. He decides to walk around the building and look for you since you posted what you were wearing on your instastory. When he finally finds you, you’re with a group of your friends, three guys and two girls. He noticed one of the boys is a little friendlier with you. Always finding a way to touch you whether it be putting an arm around your shoulders, touching your hair/patting your head, even touching your waist at one point. You were also laughing at some of the boys jokes.

He decided to walk over to where you were because he had had enough of watching this random guy keep touching what was his and you laughing at him. Whatever it was, wasn’t that funny.

You heard footsteps coming down the hall, which caught your attention. Your eyes widen and so does your smile because you are so excited to see Terushima.

“Hey ba-” he cuts you off, cupping your face and kissing you, never cutting eye contact with the guy who had his hands all over you.

“What was that for,” you ask smiling

“Oh, I’m just excited to see you sweetheart. Surprise by the way,” he says looking at you and smiling

“Guys, this is my boyfriend, Terushima,” you say excitedly

Everyone goes around the circle introducing themselves. He shakes the hands of the two girls (Kiyoko and Yumeko), daps and bro hugs two of the guys (Soma and Akaashi), even the one that made laugh (Soma). He saved his anger for the guy that was being very touchy (Itsuki).

Terushima did the same dap and bro hug with him, only this time he wasn’t playing nice.

“Don’t fucking touch my girlfriend again. Next time, you won’t get to keep those hands,” he whispered so that you wouldn’t hear. Terushima pulled away from him smiling like nothing happened and your friend tried to do the same, but you knew something was off.

“You ready to go baby,” he asks you

“We were actually gonna go get food and maybe do karaoke, you’re welcome to come, if that’s okay with you guys.”

All your friends confirmed it was okay and you all went to the karaoke bar which also provided food.

When you all get there, you are escorted to a room by the hostess and you all take your seats on the couch. You were next to Terushima in the corner section of the couch and he put his arm around your waist pulling you closer.

Your two girl friends start off the karaoke and you watch them as they’re having fun. You even join in the singing from your seat, Terushima’s arm still around you, but he’s moved it to your shoulders. He was watching as you had fun and smiled at you. When he looked passed you, he noticed Itsuki staring at you.

He decided to show Itsuki that you belonged to him by kissing you on your neck.

“Baby~,” he says slightly moaning in your ear, causing you to melt into him. You start to become flustered and he turns your face so that you’re looking at him and he pulls you in for a kiss. He decided he wanted to deepen it and you allow him entrance into your mouth.

After you finish, he looks back over at Itsuki who now has a sad look on his face, but strangely acceptance which is what Terushima wanted.

Kiyoko and Yumeko finished their song. At the moment, no one wanted to get up and sing yet, so you all decided to eat and drink, even sharing some stories.

TIME SKIP

You all get ready to leave the karaoke bar and you hug your friends good bye. Terushima watched Itsuki closely as he hugged you, making sure his hands drifted nowhere past where they should’ve been. He would prefer if he didn’t hug you at all, but he didn’t want you mad at him, so he let it slide. He wasn’t happy about it, but he let it slide.

You both walk away from the group and he takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers

“Sweetheart,” he says gaining your attention

“Yes baby,” you say in response

“About Itsuki, has he ever, ya know made a move on you?”

“Well... he did admit his feelings to me, but I turned him down and told him all about you.”

“That’s interesting because when I came to pick you up today, he had his hands all over you, my love.”

“Y-you saw that,” you ask nervous

“Oh ho ho, I sure did, sweetheart,” he says backing you onto the wall of a building you were passing by,“and when we get to my place, I’m gonna teach you a lesson.”

You feel your face heat up and it feels like your heart is in your throat, you’re so nervous. You look into his eyes and they’re even darker. Filled with lust and jealousy and you knew you were going to feel it later.

You finally make it to his apartment and as soon as you enter he doesn’t even give a chance to take off your shoes before backing you into a wall and putting a hand around your neck.

“I’m gonna teach you that you are mine and nobody but me has the right to put their hands on you,” he growls into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Now, go in the bedroom and take your clothes off. If you’re not ready when I get in, the punishment will be much worse,” he says again in your ear.

You take your shoes off and go to his bedroom. You do as he says and take your clothes off. You sit on the bed and wait for him to come in the room. You feel extremely vulnerable, but also slightly curious about what is about to happen.

Terushima finally enters the room, his shirt off and a slightly sinister look in his eyes.

“I don’t remember telling you to sit on the bed sweetheart. Get up,” he says demanding

You do as he says and you stand up. He walks over to where you are and stands over you, taking in your frame. He sits in the spot you once were.

“Come here.”

You walk over and stand in front of him. He opens his legs to make space for you to stand between them.

“Kneel.”

Again you do as he says.

“Now baby, you wanna tell me why that weak bastard had his hands on you,” he says with a hand on your cheek

You stay quiet and he grips your hair in response to you not answering.

“Ya know sweetheart, I’m getting kinda impatient here. You gonna answer my question,” he says getting slightly closer to you

“Yes” you manage to get out

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now go ahead and explain.”

“I honestly don’t know. I’ve told him plenty of times that I have a boyfriend. I don’t know why he was putting his hand on me, but I didn’t enjoy it.”

He puts a hand out for you to grab, so he could help you up.

“Lay on the bed.”

You do as he says, then he takes your hands and ties them together.

“Keep them above your head,” he says demanding

He proceeds to go down your body to your wet cunt.

“You’re enjoying this, huh,” he says, laughter in his voice,“such a good little slut.”

He starts to eat you out and you feel a vibration. You didn’t even know he changed his tongue ring.

‘When did he get a vibrating tongue ring?!’ You think to yourself

He starts slow, first entertaining your clit so that you could get wetter for him. You release small moans from the sensation his tongue is providing.

A few minutes later, he starts penetrating you with his tongue and you can feel the ring sending pulses through your pussy and creating a new sensation for you. One that you are really enjoying. You start to grind your hips into him and he brings his hands down your thighs to hold your hips down. He wanted full control of your body and you were gonna give it to him.

As he feels you get wetter and wetter, his desire for you grows. He starts sucking on your folds, even leaving small bites on your thighs when he takes small breaks in between pleasuring your delicate petals.

He can feel that you’re close to your climax, but he’s not finished with you yet. He abrubtly stops and you look at him.

“What baby~, you thought I was gonna let you have it that easy. No, that’s not how things work around here sweetheart. Now, get on your knees like the good little slut you are. I’ll be right back.”

He leaves and goes to the guest bathroom where he had changed to the vibrating tongue ring. He changed it back to his everyday tongue ring and returned to you, who was kneeling on the bed.

He sauntered his way over to you and started caressing your face, stopping once he reached your lips.

“Such a pretty little mouth. Hmph. Bet it’d look even prettier filled with my dick. I’d even bet money on it. Whaddya say, sweetheart? Dare to prove me right?”

He removes his hard member from his underware and strokes himself a little, making him grow a little.

You were taken aback by your boyfriend’s sadistic manner, but you were very turned on by it and did as he wanted, taking his erection into your mouth.

“Ahhh,” he moans

You start sucking his tip, trying to get used to his size and easing yourself more and more down his length the more you wet his dick.

“Ahhhhh,” he moans again,“I was right, you do look even prettier with your mouth full of dick. Really not a terrible sight,” he says smiling

He starts guiding your head, filling you mouth deeper and deeper, until saliva was dripping from your mouth. He made you go faster, taking in the pleasure as he pumped into your mouth.

“Ahhh fuck, baby~. Your mouth feels so FUCKING good and I’m glad it’s only mine to use how I feel like.”

You moan in response since you can’t really talk.

He looked down at you and saw that your eyes were focused on his dick.

“Look at me. Look at me. I wanna see that dirty expression of yours.”

You look at him and a smile grows on his face.

“Good little slut. That’s fuckin right. Look at me.”

A few more minutes go by and he decides he’s ready to finally feel your sex.

He pulls out from your mouth and tells you to lay down again. This time he joins you on the bed. He slides you legs up and goes between them, entering you.

“Fuck~, you’re so wet. Ahhhhh”

He starts thrusting into you. Long,slow, deep strokes. He wanted the anticipation to grow until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“C’mon baby~, I wanna hear you. Don’t be shy. You’re my good little slut right, so let me hear you. Let out those sensual noises.”

You decide to let out the moans you’ve been trying so hard to keep inside. This makes him go faster as the sounds you’re making are music to his ears. He still hitting as hard as he was before, but still controlled and even deeper. He grips your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

“Nobody gets to touch you, but me. Fuck, if they even try, I swear I’ll end them,” he say pumping into

Hearing him say that was hot and brought you closer to your climax.

“Who’s pussy is this,” he asks you

“Yours, daddy”

“Who does your body belong to?”

“You, daddy”

“That’s fuckin right and don’t you forget it, sweetheart. Your my little whore, my little slut. Mine baby. All mine.”

He starts speeding up, as he’s close to his climax.

“Ahhhh fuck..fuck..fuck...AHHHH.”

He pulls out, letting his warm cum drip onto your breasts. You soaked it all up, loving the feeling of him releasing the thick white liquid onto your body.

He got a towel and cleaned you up. After you were clean, he got into bed with you and untied your hands. He kissed your wrists, the palms of your hands and your fingers. He helped get comfortable under the covers and wrapped you in his arms.

“You were so good for me, baby.”

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek. He turned your head so you were facing him. He cupped your face with both of his hands and he kissed your lips hard, but full of love.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says pressing his forehead to yours

“Just rest now,” he holds you closer and starts humming a tune to help you fall asleep

I hope y’all enjoyed this ☺️

[achliegh]

Golden

Prologue

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter 1:

Picking Wildflowers

“Ohhhh Leo! Oh Leo! Leo! More More!”

“Please Leo I’m soooo cloosse! Ah! AH! AHHHH!”

Laughing both Finn and Logan were clapped on their shoulders as Thomas and James came up behind them. Red faced Logan and Finn laughed a long, a little more awkwardly and stiff, but much more relaxed than they were at the beginning of the trip.

They kept poking fun and walking beside each other to bump shoulders. Finn, who had a mild limp, and Logan , who still has a bite mark on his ass cheek, walked into the locker room. Everyone had heard the two of them moaning last night with their angelic cowboy so the chirping wasn’t a surprise. Then again, when everyone noticed Finn limping instead of Logan they couldn’t help but stare in wild amusement.

No one on the rest of the team got to meet Leo so they all thought he was some scrappy hick who is into threesomes. Which he is, but he also is one of the sweetest people Logan and Finn had ever met! He gave them a goodmorning/goodbye kiss. What an angel, but they don’t know that, or that he snuggled with them all night even when Logan thought he was a comforter in his sleep and tried to kick him off the bed. He held them just as close as they have held each other for years.

It brought a lot of feelings to the surface that Logan didn’t want to acknowledge yet. Finn knew he was got to daydreaming about Leo’s sweet words he whispered before they even got him into bed, all day.

“Is this all we are going to hear about today?” Logan sets his bag down in his stall and starts undressing. Huffing annoyed as he looked in his bag for his practice jersey.

“You think we would talk about anything else when your moaning of a hillbilly’s name is still fresh in our brain?” Sirius walks past them and bumps Logan playfully with his hip so he jolts forwards a little having to catch himself with his hands in front of his face so he doesn’t faceplant into the locker behind him. The shorter guy glares a little and sticks out his tongue in a show of true maturity. Taking off his pants and changing before anyone sees the bite, he turns around to sit and put his socks and tape.

He feels a tap on his thigh and looks at Finn who is holding his phone so only they can see it, and there is a text from Leo. They had both sent him good morning texts and added him to a group chat because they honestly really liked him, they literally talked about Leo as they got dressed that morning, but they weren’t for sure he would actually answer them.

Text From: Cowboy Sweet Ass

8:15 am

Y’all want to come help me with something later <3

I want to see you again before you leave :)

They share a look of equal excitement and slight arousal from what this implies, Finn texts Leo back, both having this dazed almost soppy look on their face, especially when they looked at each other. Leo was having an effect on the guy and everyone on the team could feel it. Chirping aside, they were happy for them. Maybe this would get them to finally talk to each other.

They could hope.

Leo was dressed for success, overalls without a shirt that were pretty baggy on him and his square-toed work boots, he was sweating in the summer heat as he pushed his hair back under his ball cap to keep the sun out of his eyes as the ranch hands worked with the horses and he worked on fixing the baler. It was nine am and over 80 degrees, sometimes he doesn’t enjoy Louisiana as much as he thinks. But nothing could ruin his mood, humming cheesy love songs to the radio, tapping the rhythm on the machine. Smiling, he takes a step back from the bailer and wipes the sweat off his forehead with the rag from his pocket.

He sees a light blue 1967 Chevy C/K10 pulls up the dusty driveway and parks in its usual spot next to the main house. Who else but Clayton, the man of the hour, hop out of the truck wearing one of his stupid short ass crop tops that stop just below his nipple, making it easy for Leo to tweak them when he annoys him, with his jeans, belt, and boots that are falling apart. Strutting over to Leo he smiles bright and meets him by the bailer.

Leo smiles and they dap, tapping their foreheads together.

“Sooo, how was last night? I saw you leave with those two buffies and I knew you were getting double.” Clayton smiles and hands Leo the wrench he needs when Leo holds out his hand and laughs a little. Leaning on the machine and tipping his head back to soak in the sun.

Leo and Clayton have been friends since kindergarten, having never been apart for more than two days, they told each other everything. They were so close that their parents think they are going to end up together someday. They feel different about it. But they tell each other everything, everything, maybe even too much sometimes.

Traveling together for rodeo has gotten them so close that people just assume they are related somehow. It gets weird when they drunkenly kiss sometimes though. Clayton roping calves and Leo riding bulls has made them a hot commodity with the ladies but they make it clear that they aren’t interested… or that Leo isn’t interested. Clayton would still tap that.

“Dude, they were amazing! Fuckin Montgomery Gentry got me laid.” Leo waits a second for Clayton to catch on, then when it clicks that he is talking about Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy, when he stands back up from where he was squatting next to the baler to fix the belts and gets a slap on the back as Clayton whoops. Jumping around he shakes Leo’s shoulders.

“That's fucking hilarious! They took that song literally! Damn, you gotta try and keep ‘em, are you seeing them again? Or was this one of your hook ups that could work but you don’t want it.” Leo narrows his eyes at Clayton and grabs him into a headlock, struggling to get away from the 3” taller man. Clayton falls to the ground when Leo lets him go.

“I don’t do that! Plus, I want them to go out to secret with me tonight.” Leo looks at him while wiping the grease off his hands and squinting a little as the sun gleams off the metal right into his eyes. The red creeping down his neck doesn’t go unnoticed by the dusty friend and he smirks at him.

“Playboy Leo going on a real date… damn they must have really had an impact on you.”

“Well they rode me at the same time, so that left an impression. It’s funny how I feel more comfortable with two people rather than one.” They start walking towards the house to grab some water and tell Eloise that Clayton is here, so when Judy calls they can tell her that her son is indeed still here.

“One on the dick and one on the face or something weird?” Leo smiles and shakes his head as he gulps down a glass of water.

“How do you just always know?”

Text From: Cowboy Sweet Ass

6:01 pm

I’m outside Sweethearts

ShortCake

6:01 pm

Comming out

CarrotStix

6:01 pm

I’m gey

Leo laughs a little as he reads the texts, he hasn’t stopped smiling all day after he gushed about the boys to his mom and sudo-brother. Texting them when he could he didn’t have time to change before he came to pick them up, but knowing how they react to him… it will be just fine.

Logan gets into the truck first, sliding into the middle and planting a kiss on Leo’s cheek making them both smile brightly and dopey. Finn gets in and leans over Logan to plant a steamy kiss on Leo’s slightly dry lips, taking him by surprise but he melts into it, pulling away until they are still close enough to bump noses.

“Hi” Leo can’t help but laugh as Finn smiles a blushes before sitting back and buckling up, Logan grabs his face looking a little excited and gives him a kiss as well, a bit more possessive and sharp but when they pull away Logan gets buckled while Leo is still blinking in shock.

“Nice to see you too.” He smiles stupidly and relaxes into the seat before switching gear and starting to drive, the rink is close to the outskirts of town. “Alright, tomorrow is mama’s birthday! So.. that means I need to get her some of her favorite things, like wildflower, smooth rocks, and some honeysuckle. I’m taking y’all to a place only Clayton and I ever go, and it has all of those things… and we can go skinny dipping because I like seeing y’all naked.” Leo smiles innocently at them for a moment as he pulls onto a gravel road and starts driving.

“You don’t plan to kill us right? I mean we could probably take you but… I’d rather you take me” Logan bites his lip and leans into Leo’s side, Leo takes his hand off the steering wheel to wrap it around Logan’s shoulders and takes one of Finn’s hands.

“Ditto.” Finn smiles and is looking out the window in awe, as someone who has grown up in the city and really hasn’t been outdoors much he isn’t used to seeing all of the thick trees and wild plants. He squeezes Leo’s hand in excitement.

After a half hour of driving and listening to some oldies music on the radio, they pull over to the side of the road and Leo turns off the truck. “Okay, one more kiss” He leans over and kisses Logan with hand on the back of his neck, humming in contentment before smoothly pulling away and kissing Finn in one smooth motion. He pulls away and sighs happily leaning his head back on the seat, when he opens his eyes he sees Logan and Finn kissing and his heart skips a beat watching them. “Okay, we have a job to get done before we get into some sexy stuff!” Leo is more so reminding himself than the other two who pulled away and are looking at him the same way they did last night.

Getting out of the truck Leo walks toward the woods he pulled up next to and notices the boys aren't behind him, turning around he sees Finn looking at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes through the window. Oh yeah, the door is sticky.

He can’t get the door open.

Laughing Leo walks over to the door and opens the jammed door with ease, bowing slightly. “Your majesty” Finn snorts and gets out of the truck before patting Leo’s head and moving out of the way for Logan to hop out.

Logan takes Leo off guard by leaning his full body weight into him after he closes the door, Leo being the sweetheart he is, just scoops Logan up like he weighs nothing and smiles when he lets out the most manly squeak. Finn sneaks a picture smiling as he moves to their side.

Leo leads them through the thick woods and only sets Logan down when they reach a Grove with a crystal clear small lake and flowers everywhere. It was beautiful.

“This is what we call Secret, because we don’t think anyone really knows about it but” He shrugs “Maybe someone does.” He walks forward and sits on a stump, around the stump is a bunch of small white flowers that are two lipped and smell very strong.

Finn walks towards the water and sees a bunch of minnows socializing in the shallows, crouching down he feels the water, taking note of how warm it is. Logan was mesmerized by all the flowers growing, all different colors of shapes. Bee’s buzzed around the surprisingly silent grove and Logan watched them before picking a couple handfuls of flowers.

Leo looks up at Finn first and smiles as he sees him picking out rock he finds because Leo mentioned they needed some, and then his eyes move to Logan who is holding armfuls of beautiful flowers and even has a couple of leaves and petals in his extra curly hair from it drying in the humid heat. Leo felt so at peace with the whole situation. It felt natural.

Logan hears someone walking toward him and looks up with his arms just overflowing with flowers, Finn is carrying handfuls of wet rocks that keep falling out of his hands and he keeps bending to pick up to just… drop more. It was funny and Leo seemed to agree as he was taking a video of Finn dropping and picking up stones.

“Here” Leo holds out a cloth bag and catches the rock that just fell out of Finn’s hand to finally stop the cycle. They put everything in separate appropriate bags before setting them on the stump Leo was sitting on before.

Turning to the boys and smiling, Leo unbuckles his overalls and drops them after he kicks off his boots, so he is just standing there in his tight teal boxer briefs that have dumplings on them. His smiles turns into a teasing smirk as he turns to face the lake having his back to his boys and takes his underwear off before looking over his shoulder at them and then running into the lakes and driving in. Fin and Logan strip so fast, tossing their clothes wherever and following this Casanova into the water.

Two hours of dunking, kissing, splashing and holding each other close. They decide to lay in the short grass of the grove where the flowers don’t reach, sprawling out in a circle, the top of their heads facing each other. They pass around a spliff that Leo brought in the pocket of his overalls. Relaxing in the setting sun as they air dry.

“What day do you guys leave?” Leo has his eyes closed as he is relaxing holding his hand out for the spliff as Finn shotguns Logan, handing it to Leo as they end up sloppily kissing each other before pulling away to answer.

“A week, so you can call us up anytime.” Finn smiles and rolls onto his stomach propping his head up on his hands as he watches the smoke fall from Leo’s lips. His eyelids feel a little heavy as the exhaustion from practice and the cbd from the weed soak into his nerves.

“Are we going to have sex tonight?” Logan also rolls onto his stomach bumping into Finn’s shoulder as he clumsily does so. Leo opens his bright eyes and tips his head back to look at them. “I am really tired but… I also kinda want to suck you dick.” Leo huffs out a laugh and flicks the roach into the lake where a fish slurps it up later.

“I would not say no to that, sweetheart.” Leo bites his lips a little as Logan flushes pink and crawls over to him sliding between his legs leaving light kisses and nips on the tops and inner of his thighs and watching him get hard. Then Logan notices it.

“Do- do you have a worm tattoo with a lasso on your inner knee?” Logan can’t help but laugh as Leo nods smiling. Finn, who has been in heaven watching, joins Logan between Leo’s legs and notices the small tattoo as well and kisses it.

“I have a bunch of little ones. Can you blow me now?” Leo props himself up on his elbows, an adorable blush spread across his cheeks and nose make him look so delicious. Finn and Logan share a look before smiling and licking up Leo’s shaft on opposite sides causing Leo’s head to fall back and his knees to spread more. “Fuck.”

Logan and Finn continue to mirror each other as Logan massages Leo’s taint and balls while Finn sucks on his head, Logan on the base.

Leo is a mess.

His back arching, his jaw tense from making himself hold off from fucking up into their mouths or grinding back onto Logan’s hand. He is gripping the grass so his hands will be stained tomorrow, sweat beading on his hairline and chest. Moaning every once in a while when he can find his voice.

Finn takes him down as much as he can as Logan squeezes just right causing Leo to cum hard, throwing his hands in his hair and tugging it. Once he finishes riding out his orgasm he just flops down all boneless.

“Give me a minute and I’ll get you off.” Leo exhales slowly and props himself up to look at them and a flush of want rushes through him. Finn had gotten himself off on Leo’s leg, how he didn’t notice he didn’t know, Logan looks like he hasn’t moved but his face was blissed out, he came untouched and if that wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing Leo has ever seen. He didn’t know what was.

Cleaning themselves up with some lake water and getting dressed they carry their treasures back to the truck. They all slide in and make their way back to town. Leo sings some shitty old songs with his hand on Logan's upper thigh as Finn has his head on his shoulder drifting in and out of sleep, by the time Leo makes it to the hotel they are staying at, both of them are asleep. Kissing their foreheads he slowly shakes them awake.

“We’re here, come on darlings, let's get you to bed.” He gets them up and smiles as Finn stretches like a cat and snuggles into his side as he supports them on either side. Walking them to their room he waits for one of them to unlock the door and hears a couple of guys yelling around a ‘cheater in go-fish!’ and Leo can’t help but wonder what it's like to travel with a team like Logan and Finn’s.

After a few tires Leo just takes the key from Logan and swipes it to unlock the door. Leo stumbles a little as they both lean forward. He sits them on the bed and get them undressed.

“What do you like to sleep in?” Leo asks as he located their bag in the corner of the room. Logan mumbles something about Finn’s shirt and Finn just mentions boxers. Leo gets them situated, having Logan lift his arms so he can put Finn’s shirt on him. It's baggy and makes Logan look so sweet that Leo can’t help but lean down and give him a sweet kiss.

Tucking a smiling Logan into bed he moves to get Finn under the covers and see him pouting.

“Wa kith” Leo tries not to groan at how these two beefy boys can be so sweet and cute that it hurts his chest. He gives Finn a kiss and pulls away, watching the two snuggle into each other.

Leo realizes he wants this, every night.

Swallowing down the sudden fear that crashed over him he turns to leave, forgetting to put the hotel key on the night stand he doesn’t realize he still has it until he is getting ready for bed himself in his room that's too large for one person.

Now he has an excuse to see them again.

[junnibook]

Pt.2 Can I request nsfw alphabet's For 1.hawks 2.iwa-chan 3.daichi 4. SHIGARAKI!!

Shigaraki Tomura nsfw alphabet.

A/n: have fun you dust loving reader 🙏🏼

Q: would you force skin care on him?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

wait, your alive? like your not a pile of dust on his bed? wow okay.. well firstly his aftercare sucks, just saying, he doesn’t care to stay around and if he does have deep feelings for you it would still suck because he’ll either go do “work” or he’ll play the game. his way of after care is keeping you alive so don’t push it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes your boobs and your face. one he’s like a child and most children cling to their mothers chest plus he likes the size and how they feel. they do have a lot of bite marks. he likes your face because of all the fear and emotions you show him. he cant get enough of that, make those faces for him more often. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’s a messy boy. okay so one his cum would taste overly salty so if your a swallower get a cup of water because your gonna need it, two its super thick for no reason at all. he likes to leave his cum any and everywhere. he doesn’t came if it’s messy. you turned him on, purposely so that’s your problem.

D = Dick size ( the size of their dick)

he’s above average and isn’t too thick but makes up for it in length. i wouldn’t say he’s a proud boy he honestly doesn’t care if he’s big or not, if someone had somethings to say they could gladly be turned into a pile of ash and he would pee on it it and move on with his ashy day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

none, the boy doesn’t like people before he met you or whom ever, he was like a needy wild animal he had it the first time, didn’t know how to act. just humping away feeling that good ol pleasure and was blinded by it, yea if you had your first with him than he would 100% be rough with you... masochist.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he quickly finds out that he likes to be deep into you- like fully into you, he likes mating press the most, just be on birth control because he doesn’t like condoms like at all. im sure you don’t want any baby shiggys running around turning children into dust right?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

no way, not a chance. you won’t catch him being goofy at all. he has his DICK out and is showing himself to YOU. be glad that you made this far, don’t test him by trying to be goofy. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

100% not shaved or trimmed. why would he? he’s a busy man plus he doesn’t care like at all.. if you have a problem with it shave it your self other than that don’t say anything abt it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

N O he doesn’t know romance it’s not in his mind set. the most he will do that you can call romantic is go easier and or softer on you. if your looking for emotional sex for comfort or something.. get you a side piece and use them for that one thing

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yea he does, it’s a stress relief and on his pettiest of days he’ll leave his cum near you. he wouldn’t care if you thought it was gross, he’ll leave his cum by you and move on with his day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he likes: praise kink, because he likes no he loves when you praise him for making you go dumb over his dick. 

he likes giving you just a little pain.. he likes the literal tears in your eyes. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere he pleases which is mostly in his room. all for one told him off the last time he fucked in public since people got a half a look at his face. but if he wasn’t told not to he’d fuck you in public. “ show the hero’s how you take dick from a villain”  

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

anything- he’s so easily turned on, but if he’s playing the game and you try and distract him- he takes that as a threat and literally will sit on you so that you can’t move- or if he’s angry and almost won and you made him lose, he’ll grab you by the neck, have his thumb dangerously close to the rest of his fingers on your throat pull you close and look into your eyes. “stop being annoying before i makes you regret it “ 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

sit down loves he isn’t a bottom nor does he want to try it out, he’s top and if you don’t like it - leave {btw you cant leave because he literally won’t let you} he also doesn’t eat you out- he thinks it’s gross-

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

his head is terrible, he hates eating you out AND him fingering you is like Russian roulette, his thumb might accidently meet up with the rest of his fingers and turn your pussy into dust- no more wap for you, you now have the dap {dusty ass puh} also he might let you suck him might not- he has trust issues and he doesn’t trust your teeth. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

like i said- he isn’t the type to go slow, he’s chasing his own pleasure si yes he will go hard and fast nonstop. safe words are needed but will be ignored- just saying so if you don’t like it so rough that your legs give out for a few days than find a new partner because he isn’t for you love. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies are basically you sucking him up while he plays the game - if you want him that bad than you can wait until he wants to get off the game and fuck you, lucky for you it isn’t a long wait.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he use to be risky until he had his face shown at his attacks and so he can’t be risky and fuck you out in public to often, before he was seen he would fuck you in public places- where they could hear you moan 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can last up to two rounds- sorry maybe three if he’s needy and maybe four if he’s stressed which is all the time.. so it depends on his mood because it changes from time to time as you know.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t have time for things likes that and besides but how much he’s giving you- you wouldn’t be able to think about anything yet alone toys. he thinks they are weird and un needed. “are you saying my dick isn’t good enough for you? “ say no if you want, he’ll have you in tears begging for him in minutes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

meh- not to much he doesn’t have time to waste on teasing you, he has plans and wouldn’t want to pause them just to tease you, take the dick and go to sleep. it’ll knock you out for sure so sleep up before he wants more. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he doesn’t moan he insults- like degradation kink is a small kink of his, he likes the way it sounds coming form him and he loves the way you repeat it when he tells you too, because who are you to refuse him. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he is down to share you, he likes the idea of breaking you down while using another guys dick. that would probably be a punishment though, like if you happened tp the extra annoying that day and just kept brothering him. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

his dick is ashy so be careful don’t get rub burn- im joking it’s not ashy probably  the most non ashy  place on his body,

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not as high as you might think- taking down the heros will always come first on his mind- his games are second and you come.. well last- your the last thing on his mind. no offense.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

knocked out no questions asked, your knocked out too for sure, he put you straight tp sleep. so take the sleep while you can.

[nailthatollie]

hey, it's me again <3

anyway, yknow in the last scene where Langa says "My happiness is-" and it pans to Reki? I saw a post just now, that instead of Reki showed their infinity-dap and it just hit me that Langa's happiness is also infinite. He can skate now, he has Reki, he has the freedom that comes with both, the love and support of his new found friends.... his happiness can essentially be infinite

Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but my brain is rotten </3

dkjsdkjs and langa didnt have any of those things when he first moved to okinawa he seemed so Empty but now he knows how to have fun and he can be happy again because he has reki and he has skateboarding and he always will because they said they'd skate infinitely w each other eye-

[flowercrown-bard]

To give without knowing (5/ ?)

word count: ~5k content warnings: mention of blood, sensory overload from potions, alcohol, brief mention of the possibility of drowning Read on AO3 previous / next

The noise reached Geralt before the inn was even in sight. Cheering. Clanking of mugs and the scratching of cutlery on plates. Shouting. And above all singing. Jaskier’s singing.

A small smile tugged at Geralt’s lips even as his head was hammering from all the noise. With every step he took towards the inn it got louder, pressing down on him. Still he forced himself to go on.

By the sounds of it, Jaskier wasn’t exactly pacing their room anxiously in wait of Geralt’s return, but Geralt at least hoped that Jaskier would be happy to see him return from the hunt successfully.

Or maybe it was just Geralt who couldn’t wait to see Jaskier again.

The hunt itself hadn’t been harder or more dangerous than any other, but it had left Geralt feeling drained and exhausted. Any lonely. Always lonely.

Geralt was well aware that he had been the one to insist that Jaskier should stay back at the village and he didn’t regret that decision, but trudging back on his own while the world was too loud and too sharp around him and black blood was splattered on him, he had enough time to think. About how when he brought the young woman he had saved back to her lover, she had been embraced and her lover had pressed kisses into her hair.

No one would ever be there to greet Geralt like this.

And that was alright. He didn’t need hugs and kisses. He had Jaskier. Even if his friend wasn’t truly waiting for him. The thought of his presence was enough to make Geralt’s heart skip a beat and his feet carry him back to him faster.

He knew he shouldn’t hurry like this. He should at least wait until the blood had dried enough to get the worst of it off and for the blackness of his eyes to recede.

As it was, all he did was pull the hood of his cloak deeper into his face and slump his shoulders as if that could make him look less menacing.

It was a valiant effort doomed to fail. 

As soon as he pushed the door of the inn open, eyes turned to him and the cheering quieted down to hushed whispers. Geralt should have been thankful for the lack of audible assault as his head was already bursting from the noise, but all he could think of as more and more smiles dropped and voices died out was that there was one voice still going, strong and unafraid and beautiful. Jaskier’s voice.

He was still singing, uncaring of the way his audience didn’t pay any attention to him anymore, as it should have. He didn’t waver, his voice didn’t take on a bitter note as Geralt took away what should have been his.

Geralt had wanted to keep his hood up and his head down and get through this room as fast as possible. It was too crowded. The smell of alcohol, sweat and food was too much. Everything was. If he stayed in here any longer, he would snap, burst, collapse. Every second worsened that pressure in his head. He should leave. He couldn’t risk these people witness him losing control and becoming a snarling and cowering mess when he couldn’t handle the sensations any longer.

But he couldn’t resist, couldn’t leave without at least looking up at Jaskier.  

Black eyes met blue ones.

Without meaning to, Geralt froze to the spot. Jaskier’s eyes were always blue, always warm and always breath-taking. But now, as Cat made Geralt’s eyes more hideous than ever, Jaskier’s eyes looked brighter, bluer, more beautiful.

For a heartbeat Jaskier held his gaze, before his eyes left Geralt’s face to rake over his body, taking in every part of him without faltering in his song describing Geralt’s supposed heroics. A shiver ran down Geralt’s spine and goosebumps erupted on his arms.

Then Jaskier’s eyes found his again, a question in them as Jaskier cocked his head to the side.

Geralt understood and he gave a nod so small that no one but Jaskier would have noticed.

Yes, that simple gesture said, I am alright. You needn’t worry.

Jaskier’s eyes crinkled at the corners and his voice became brighter somehow.

Something unfurled in Geralt’s chest. He wanted nothing more than to stay and watch Jaskier. Like this, with Jaskier singing despite the lack of applause and appreciative eyes Geralt could almost let himself believe that Jaskier was singing only for him.

But that wasn’t true. Jaskier thrived at the attention and praise of others and as long as Geralt was in the room with him he wouldn’t get that, not to the extent that he deserved, even though over the course of his song more and more eyes turned back to Jaskier, giving Geralt a chance to slip away.

Tearing his eyes away from Jaskier, he made his way to the back of the taproom where stairs were leading up. Once he made it to his and Jaskier’s room, he shut the door and leaned against it heavily. His head dropped back until it touched the cool wood. It wasn’t enough to shut the world out. It wasn’t enough to ground himself against the onslaught of sensations still coming at him.

He could still hear the sounds from downstairs. He closed his eyes and listened as Jaskier changed from his jaunty tune to a more subdued song, slow and soft and soothing. No cheers and banging on tables accompanied the music.

A shallow breath left Geralt and he forced his muscles to relax. It took him longer than it should to gather the strength to push himself off the door, take off his armour and start washing the blood away.

When a soft knock on the door announced Jaskier’s return, Geralt’s eyes had almost gone back to their normal colour. Not that the unnatural yellow was much better than the black.

“Can I come in?” Jaskier whispered.

Geralt’s pulse spiked up and his throat was too tight to reply. After swallowing thickly, he opened the door for Jaskier. Despite how often Jaskier had already seen him like this, despite the lack of fear he had shown down in the taproom, Geralt still felt a spike of fear shoot through him any time Jaskier bore witness to just how little human was left in Geralt.

Yet as Jaskier let out a relieved breath and slipped into the room as if Geralt wasn’t a threat, the fear subsided as it always did.

Geralt didn’t argue when Jaskier took the cloth he had used to watch himself away from him and started to gently dap at the scratches Geralt had gotten from the fight. Jaskier worked quietly and in concentration – a stark contrast to his usual lack of focus and need to make himself seen.

His barely-there touches were just enough to ground Geralt. Anything more than that would have made the headache flare back to life, and yet Geralt couldn’t help but wish for more, for the touches to linger, for them to be given as a sign of affection instead of just a necessity.

But he was lucky to receive even this much from Jaskier. He shouldn’t ask for more. So he didn’t.

When the pulsing pressure against his temples finally subsided and the colours and noises around him lost their sharp edge, Geralt was the first to speak, giving a vague comment about how Jaskier’s earlier performance had appeared successful.

Jaskier’s face lit up and Geralt felt a pang through his chest when he pulled away.

“It was! It’s been so long since I had an audience so appreciative.” His mouth quirked into a smirk. “Try telling me again that those fae gifts don’t bring luck. I had a wonderful audience, you barely got hurt and by the looks of that bag of coins you have there, the alderman wasn’t too stingy either.”

Geralt hummed in agreement. It really had been a good day. Better still, since he was back with Jaskier.

“Why don’t we celebrate this streak of luck?” Jaskier asked with shining eyes. “It’s been too long since we just took some time for ourselves without worrying about monsters or coin.”

Geralt’s stomach swooped and he was all but ready to jump at the opportunity to watch Jaskier have fun, laugh and maybe lean against Geralt as he joked. But even the thought of going back down to where people would be staring at him unabashedly and shoot him dirty looks was enough to give him pause.

Geralt’s hesitation must have shown on his face for Jaskier’s brows knitted together in contemplation. “Ah, I see,” he said quietly.

Geralt swallowed harshly. “No, it’s fine. I want to.”

Though his insides twisted uncomfortably, he made to grab for the coin bag. Jaskier’s hand on his arm halted him.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jaskier pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought. “How about we go somewhere else? Somewhere a little nicer and quieter? I have found this beautiful spot earlier that I wanted to show you.”

A wave of relief washed over Geralt and he nodded, letting Jaskier pull him along.

--

Jaskier had been right, the place was nice. Just outside the village was a lake, surrounded by a handful of trees, giving them shade from the hot summer sun.

They sat in silence and watched as the dying light of day reflected in the still waters. At least Jaskier did. Geralt wasn’t able to stop himself from glancing at his friend, the way his hair took on an almost reddish note as the sun disappeared behind the horizon and his cheeks glowed almost golden.

He was beautiful. Far too beautiful for someone like Geralt.

As if sensing Geralt’s melancholy, Jaskier produced the bottle of wine he had bought from the innkeeper as they had made their way outside.

Geralt raised an eyebrow when he saw just how expensive the bottle was but he didn’t make a comment and Jaskier didn’t offer up an explanation for why he had spent so much money on this either.

After not even an hour of drinking, Jaskier’s cheeks were turning a pretty shade of red and his lopsided smile didn’t seem to want to leave his face anytime soon.

Geralt had taken to holding onto the bottle so that Jaskier wouldn’t drink it all in one go. That didn’t stop Jaskier from trying to sneakily steal the bottle back. ‘Sneaky’, in this case, meaning that Jaskier leaned over Geralt with all the subtlety of a gossip hunter watching a drama unfold, practically falling into his lap.

Geralt froze, unable to push Jaskier off of him as he should have and fearing that Jaskier’s mood would turn sour if he realised just how close he was to Geralt. The shock was enough for Geralt to slacken his hold on the bottle.

With a triumphant grin, Jaskier snatched the bottle out of his grip, their fingers brushing together.

He took a long swig and when he sat the bottle back down, a few droplets of the red wine glistened on his upper lip.

Geralt couldn’t look away. He was lucky that Jaskier showed no sign of being bothered. Had he been sober, he probably would have squirmed at the intensity of Geralt’s attention. As it was, he almost seemed to preen under it, as if Geralt wasn’t a witcher but a handsome man whose attention was something desirable.

Whether it was the summer heat or the alcohol, it didn’t take long before Jaskier shrugged off his doublet and flung it too the side. It wasn’t the first time that Geralt saw Jaskier in only his undershirt – hell, he had seen him wear far less than that many times – but Geralt felt heat rise in his face nonetheless. His mouth went dry when Jaskier stood up on wobbly legs and stretched his arms high over his head. His shirt rode up a little, revealing a stripe of smooth skin.

Geralt’s fingers twitched and his jaw clenched. Abruptly, he turned away. It wasn’t right to look at Jaskier like this. Not ever, but especially not now when Jaskier was on the verge of being drunk.

“Geralt,” Jaskier said with mirth in his voice. “I am going to do something very stupid and very fun.”

Geralt’s eyes darted between Jaskier’s. Without meaning to he leaned closer. Did he imagine Jaskier doing the same?

He must have, for a second later, Jaskier gave him a wink and a grin and with a “Stop me if you can!” he dashed towards the lake.

At least he tried. Jaskier wasn’t steady on his feet anymore and the fact that he kicked off his shoes and tried to shimmy out of his breeches as he ran towards the water didn’t help either. More than once he stumbled, barely managing to catch himself before he would fall.

Geralt’s hackles rose. In his mind he already saw Jaskier slipping and hitting his head on one of the rocks lying on the ground or worse - falling into the lake and being unable to keep himself afloat, inebriated and disoriented as he was.

A small cry of surprise as Jaskier once again lost his balance made Geralt jump to his feet. He was at Jaskier’s side in a matter of seconds, just as he was tripping and about to hit the ground.

Without thinking, Geralt reached out and grabbed him around the waist, pulling him back up to stand on his feet.

“Careful,” Geralt said in a low voice, too aware of how Jaskier pressed himself close against Geralt in an effort to stay upright. Geralt was suddenly very grateful for the fact that Jaskier was still wearing his undershirt, even though the thin fabric did little to separate them.

A breeze rippled the water and Jaskier shivered in his arms despite the still hot evening air.

“Maybe you should put the rest of your clothes back on,” he said.

“Maybe you should lose your clothes,” Jaskier shot back.

Geralt’s breath hitched.

“What?” His voice cracked on the word.

“For swimming.” Jaskier beamed up at him. Too close. This brilliant smile was too close. Their faces only inches apart.

Geralt’s heart pounded against his chest. “We’re not going swimming,” Geralt said, though his voice was anything but stern. “You can barely stand on your own.”

Jaskier huffed. “Then you just have to make sure I don’t drown.”

Geralt let out a sigh. “Jaskier…”

But Jaskier’s eyes were wide and pleading and his hands had somehow found their way to Geralt’s chest, clutching his shirt. He must have been able to feel his heart beneath the thin fabric.

Geralt’s resolve broke. “Fine,” he relented and slowly pulled away from Jaskier, only leaving a hand on his arm to make sure he wouldn’t fall over.

Having to suddenly stand on his own again made Jaskier’s face twist into a disappointed frown that was quickly washed away when he waded into the water until it reached his waist.

Once Geralt was sure Jaskier was safe to walk on his own, he stayed where he was at the edge of the lake where he could keep an eye on Jaskier.

“Come on in!” Jaskier shouted to him when he finally realised that Geralt wasn’t at his heels anymore.

Geralt shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Jaskier narrowed his eyes, a twinkle of mischief in them.

“Alright then,” Jaskier said and took what was probably supposed to be a menacing step towards Geralt.

Within a heartbeat, Jaskier’s mirth was wiped off his face and was replaced by shock. Time slowed as Jaskier slipped, falling backwards. He had just enough time to call out “Gera-“ before he disappeared under water with a splash.

A grin twitched on Geralt’s lips, ready to say “I told you so” as soon as Jaskier appeared on the surface again. The water was shallow, he should come up any second now.

He didn’t.

Geralt’s grin froze. “Jaskier?”

No reply.

The seconds dragged on and suddenly each one felt like an eternity. “Jaskier!”

Panic spiked up in Geralt. Without hesitating a moment longer, Geralt tried to rush to where Jaskier had gone under, but the water made it impossible to move quickly.

Jaskier is a singer, he knows how to hold his breath, he told himself.

Yes, a poisonous voice in his head replied, but he is drunk and it’s dark and who knows what lurks in these waters? You knew this was dangerous and you didn’t stop him from going in the water. If anything happens to him, if he gets hurt or drowns, it will be your fault.

Frantically he scanned the water for any shadows that could be his friend.

Without warning, something burst forth from the water just before Geralt with a loud cry.

Geralt tensed, ready to defend himself, when wet arms wrapped themselves around him, trying to drag him under. Geralt lifted his hands to push the thing off, when he heard a giggle next to his ear.

Jaskier.

A relieved breath escaped Geralt when he realised whose hair it was that tickled his cheek. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around Jaskier, needing to hold him close, to feel that he was alright. That Geralt wasn’t the reason why he was hurt.

It took Geralt a moment to realise just what he was doing. He wanted to let go, to take a step back, but Jaskier tightened his arms around his neck, refusing to be let go.

“See?” Jaskier said and Geralt could hear the grin in his voice. “Now you’re already wet. Now you can come swim with me.”

A frown darkened Geralt’s face. “Don’t do that again.”

“Why?” Jaskier said, no less cheerful. “It worked, didn’t it? You came after me.”

An involuntary shudder ran through Geralt and without meaning to, he tightened his hold on Jaskier. “I thought you were drowning. Jaskier, I thought I was about to lose you.”

Saying it out loud was different than just thinking it. It was so much worse. He wouldn’t have been able to say it if Jaskier had been himself right now, but drunk as he was, Geralt could have the hope that he would forget all about this come the morning.

Still, Jaskier must have picked up on the slight tremor in Geralt’s voice, for he pulled back again, just enough to search Geralt’s face.

“But I didn’t. You came to save me. You always do.” A small smile danced across Jaskier’s lips. “Always my hero.”

The words twisted something in Geralt’s chest. “I am no hero.”

Especially not Jaskier’s, though in this moment he wanted nothing more than for that to be true.

“Don’t say things like that.” Jaskier’s voice was small and his brows drew together, looking strangely broken.

Geralt’s throat grew tight. All Jaskier had wanted was to have fun. A nice, relaxing evening as the perfect ending to a good day. And Geralt was ruining it. He couldn’t ruin this for him. He had to make this right.

A muscle twitched in his jaw as he was bracing himself.

“I doubt you’ll be calling me a hero in a second,” he forced his voice to take on a playful note.

“Why?” Jaskier asked, narrowing his eyes. “What happens in a seco-“

He was cut off by his own outraged cry when Geralt bent down low to scoop Jaskier up only to throw him back in the water.

When Jaskier came back up again, spluttering in indignation but with the twinkle of joy returning to his eyes, Geralt felt a low rumble rise up in his chest that broke free in a barking laugh.

At the unexpected sound, Jaskier’s indignation made way for something softer. He wiped the wet hair out of his eyes as if he wanted to see Geralt better. The look he gave Geralt was almost one of awe and wonder, his mouth opened into a silent ‘o’, before his lips stretched into a grin and he joined in with the laughter.

The next time that Jaskier jumped towards Geralt and pulled on his arm, Geralt willingly let himself be pulled under. It was worth it if it meant hearing Jaskier’s laugh again.

--

When Jaskier finally tired and they trudged back to their spot beneath the trees, Geralt was uncomfortably aware of the wet shirt sticking to his skin. Even worse, he couldn't stop thinking about the way Jaskier's shirt clung to his chest. The white fabric had turned see-through with the wetness and Geralt had to close his eyes to keep himself from looking.

It did nothing to distract him from Jaskier’s presence. If anything, being unable to see him sharpened Geralt's other senses, zoning in on any other part of Jaskier. He could hear Jaskier absentmindedly ripping out blades of grass. He could smell the alcohol and lake-water on Jaskier that by all accounts should have been anything other than pleasant but somehow made a wave of calm and content wash over Geralt. Jaskier wasn't touching him anymore, but he was sitting so close to him that Geralt's skin felt like it was set on fire. The lingering laughter quieted down as the night had grew darker around them. While Geralt remained silent, just taking in the for once peaceful moment, Jaskier began to hum; not one of his usual drinking songs but a softer one. Geralt wasn’t even sure if Jaskier was aware of his own singing or if he was too drunk to realise what he was doing. What he was doing to Geralt. Geralt had heard Jaskier sing so often and yet there was something strikingly different in the way he sounded now. His voice carried something that made Geralt want to live in this moment forever. Just sitting here beneath the stars far away from anything and anyone else, with just Jaskier by his side and his quiet song drifting through the air. But it couldn't last. As more stars blinked into existence above them, Jaskier's song got interrupted more and more often by his yawns and come the morning they would have to head out again, the carefreeness of this moment forgotten and replaced by the promise of danger and angry shouts.

"Jaskier?" Geralt asked into the dark. "Hm?" Jaskier said and Geralt could hear the tired smile in his voice. "We should go back. You need to sleep." Jaskier sighed, but didn't protest when Geralt stood up and pulled him to his feet as well. It was a testament to how much Jaskier truly needed his sleep that he leaned as heavily against Geralt as he did while Geralt made sure he wouldn't trip in the dark. When the grass gave way to the uneven cobblestones of the village’s streets, Jaskier pressed himself even closer to Geralt so he wouldn't stumble. It was so very tempting to just pick up Jaskier as Geralt had done mere hours before and carry him back to the inn. But what had happened in the lake had been a spur of the moment decision. It had only been to get Jaskier out if the gloomy mood Geralt had caused. Jaskier had wanted to have a good time and he had been willing to allow Geralt to be the person to make him laugh. It would be too much to hope that Jaskier would welcome Geralt's touch now that the silly mood had disappeared.

So Geralt was prepared for the moment that Jaskier would come to his senses and pull away again. He wasn't prepared for the way his heart would drop when Jaskier actually did it. Geralt forced himself not to tense up again. It wouldn't be fair to Jaskier. He shouldn't feel pressured to keep touching Geralt for any reason. Jaskier stumbled a couple of steps away from Geralt. He bent down and Geralt was wholly prepared to steady Jaskier while he emptied the contents of his stomach onto the street. What Geralt didn't expect was for Jaskier to suddenly start making weird noises. Were he a generous man he would say it sounded almost like meowing. "What on earth are you doing?" Geralt asked dumbfounded. "Shhh," Jaskier hissed without taking his eyes off of the other end of the street. "You'll chase it away." Geralt followed Jaskier's eyes and landed on a small shadow walking curiously towards them. A cat. Looking as focussed as Geralt had rarely ever seen him, Jaskier creeped forwards until the cat was close enough to sniff at his fingers. Jaskier let out a delighted little squeal when the cat snuggled against his legs and pressed its head against his hand. Geralt crossed his arms and watched in amusement as Jaskier began talking in a high-pitched voice to the cat. "Geralt," Jaskier whispered so as not to spook the cat. "Come here. Her fur is so soft!" Geralt shook his head, refusing to close the distance between himself and the cat. A warm fuzzy feeling spread through his chest as he watched Jaskier continue to pet the cat. Geralt would be damned before he got any closer and chased the cat away or accidentally agitated it enough for it to scratch Jaskier. Jaskier's face twisted into a frown. "Why not? You don't like cats?" he asked almost in accusation. "Got scratched by one as a child? I'd have thought that a big strong witcher like you wouldn't be scared of a little paw with claws." Geralt's lips twitched at Jaskier's teasing tone. "Never got close enough to get scratched. Cats don't like witchers. They run away." Jaskier's amused smile turned into a look of disproportionate pity. "Are you telling me you never got to pet a cat either?" Geralt shrugged. "Not since becoming a witcher. Don't really remember if I ever did before." "But that's so unfair!" Jaskier's eyes widened. "You deserve to pet a cat. Everyone does. They are just so pretty. Cats have the prettiest eyes. When the pupils go all round that's the most adorable thing." Jaskier's voice softened and his voice took on a dreamy note. "And they are such a lovely shade of yellow. Or gold. Like the sun. Or like dandelions." Geralt suppressed a snort. It wasn't Jaskier's fault that he didn't realise the cat still begging for his attention had green eyes. After all it was dark and Jaskier was more than a little drunk. For a long moment Jaskier just looked at Geralt as if he had forgotten what he had wanted to say, before finally sighing, "I just really like those eyes, Geralt. And the hair looks so soft and I just want to bury my fingers in it. And maybe braid it." This time Geralt couldn't stop himself from snorting. "Jaskier, you are already petting the cat. And I think its fur is a bit too short for braiding. It might scratch you if you tried." Jaskier let out a longsuffering sigh and gave Geralt a look so pitiful as if the weight of the world was baring down on him. "I know. 's why I don't do it. Wouldn't want me to. But I really want to." Not knowing what to say to that, Geralt just grunted. Suddenly Jaskier perked up again. "We need to get back to our room!" he announced with unexpected urgency. "If you can't pet the cat then you can cuddle with Friend instead." Geralt blinked at him, his heart refusing to beat a normal rhythm. "What?" Jaskier didn't give any explanation, just jumped to his feet, grabbed Geralt's hand and dragged him in the direction of the inn - or rather, he stumbled next to Geralt while Geralt led him to their destination. Geralt knew that Jaskier couldn't possibly mean what Geralt so desperately wanted him to mean, but that knowledge didn't stop the irrational disappointment that clawed into his chest when Jaskier let go of his hand as soon as they reached the inn and made no move to take it again. Once in their room, Jaskier began frantically searching through his bags before he finally let out a triumphant shout. "Ah-ha! There he is! Friend!" He turned around with a blinding smile and presented to Geralt what he had been looking for. It was the wooden sheep. The bitter disappointment from before was replaced by a wave of fondness for Jaskier that made his heart feel as if it would beat out of his chest.

“You called it Friend?”

“Of course,” Jaskier beamed, “Because that’s what he is.”

When Geralt still made no move to take the sheep, Jaskier wiggled it in his hand, as if tempting a cat to come play. "Take it," he insisted, brimming with excitement. "It's a sheep! All fluffy and cuddly and petting it makes me happy. I want you to be happy." Geralt did nothing to fight the warm smile, abandoning the thought of pointing out that the wooden sheep very much wasn't fluffy. Carefully, Geralt reached out and took the sheep from Jaskier. Jaskier's face lit up as if Geralt had just given him the best gift despite being the one who had been given something. As Geralt ran his fingers over the smooth wood he couldn't help but think about ways he could actually make this sheep fluffy for Jaskier. Maybe the next time they came across a shepherd Geralt could take some of the wool and attach it to the wooden sheep? But for now Jaskier seemed to be more than happy with Geralt's gifts just as they were. When Jaskier let himself fall onto the bed, a pleased expression on his face and snuggling into the pillow, he whispered, "If I'm going to get another gift I would really like for it to be a cat." His words got muffled by the blanket he pulled up to his face. "So you can have a little cat-friend too." Geralt hummed in agreement and joined Jaskier on the bed, though what he really wanted to say was that he didn't need a cat-friend as long as he had Jaskier as his friend. But he couldn't say such things. Especially not while they were sharing a bed and Jaskier kept looking at him with his sleepy blue eyes. Despite Jaskier's earlier yawns and the way he didn't seem to be able to keep his eyes open for longer than a couple of seconds, Jaskier didn't immediately drift off to sleep. Instead he kept studying Geralt's face and began playing with the ends of Geralt's hair that lay on the pillow between them. Geralt didn't have the heart to tell him off for tying a myriad of tiny knots into his hair. He could almost pretend they were braids. -- Not a week later Jaskier found a wooden figure in form of a cat curled into itself. It was impossible to tell if Jaskier remembered what he had said about cats or anything else that had happened that night, but there was no doubt that Jaskier already loved the figure just as much as he did the other ones. Immediately he handed it to Geralt, insisting that he should feel the satisfying smoothness of the wood. More to distract himself from the tight feeling in his chest than out of actual curiosity, Geralt asked for the cat's name. "I don't know. It has to be something nice," Jaskier said. "Something beautiful." He studied the cat in contemplation and uncharacteristically silence. Geralt's heart skipped a beat when Jaskier finally looked up at him with an achingly soft expression and said, "Golden Eyes."

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[galahadwilder]

Kitty Missed the Message, Pt. 2

Part 1

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"There's thousands of people named 'Adrien' in Paris!" Plagg protests from Adrien's inside shirt pocket. "There's no way she meant you."

"And how many of those Adriens does Ladybug know?" Adrien mumbles, gazing down at the lid on his coffee cup. He sits—no, lies—against the front steps of the school, too tired to even bother trying to keep his back straight. Between the thrill of his new love life and the confusion of her dropping his name, he didn't get any sleep last night; he's allowed to slump a little.

"A lot of them, probably!" Plagg says. "She saves lots of people."

"And how many people has she given a Miraculous to?" Adrien says, gritting his teeth as he contemplates his coffee, then throwing back a sip fast enough to miss his tongue entirely—though it still scalds the back of his throat. He gasps, hacking.

He hates the taste of coffee. Even the burning is better.

"Um," Plagg says, squirming. "Ten?"

"Exactly," Adrien rasps, trying to clear his throat. "They can't all be Adrien. And since she knows Chloé..."

Plagg snuggles grumpily into his chest. "Sometimes I wish you weren't so smart," the Kwami says.

"Too bad you're stuck with me," Adrien says, looking down the street contemplatively. Where is Nino? He's fairly certain he impressed on him the urgency of his dilemma.

As bad as Adrien.

"Am I really that oblivious?" he mutters to himself.

"Well you didn't notice me," Nino says from behind him.

Adrien shrieks, leaping from the steps and stumbling onto the sidewalk, all hackles and hissing. He can feel the pressure on his scalp as his hair tries to stand on end, only to get dragged down by its own weight.

"Dude?" Nino says, shock written across his face.

Adrien looks down at where he flung his coffee, trying to straighten himself without meeting Nino's eyes and hiding the blush burning up his cheeks. "I'm fine!" he yelps. Being a cat is so embarrassing sometimes.

"Dude!" Nino cackles. "I haven't seen you jump like that since the thing with the cucumber!"

"I thought I asked you not to bring that up again," Adrien grumbles, splashing the sole of his foot in his spilled coffee and spreading it dejectedly across the sidewalk. A waste of good caffeine, that is.

Nino’s mouth twists. “Ah. Right,” he says, gently taking Adrien’s forearm. “Sorry, bro.”

”It’s fine,” Adrien says with a slight smile. “I did look like a doof, didn’t I?”

”The doofiest,” Nino says with a nod and a grin. He steps back and folds his arms. “What was so urgent that you needed me at the butt-end of the morning?”

Adrien opens his mouth, closes it again. "I, uh..." he begins. "You... remember that girl I keep saying I like? The one I work with?"

Nino raises an eyebrow. "The one who's not interested in you?"

Adrien's stomach bottoms out. "Yeah," he says. "Or, well. No?” He looks down at his feet, scratching at the back of his neck. How to put this? “It's gotten... weird."

Nino crosses his arms with a wry grin, sinking his weight backward into an uncharacteristically sassy sort of pose, the one he’s been doing more often the more time he spends with Alya. "Weird how?"

Adrien closes his eyes, breathes in, breathes out. "According to her,” he says, picking his thumbnails into his fingers, “yesterday was our one-month anniversary."

Nino’s silence is somehow louder than any words would have been. Adrien opens one eye, wincing, bracing for judgement, only to see confused pride on his friend’s face.

"So... wait," Nino finally says, pushing up his glasses and rubbing his sinuses with his fingers. "Let me—let—” He shakes his head. “You're dating her now?"

Adrien shrugs in distress. "Yes?" he says with another wince. "I'm... it's confusing." He raises his fingers to his lips, the memory of the softness of Ladybug's mouth on his own warming his face. "She... did kiss me last night. Unprompted."

Nino's eyes grow wide. "Dude," he says, holding out his fist. "Dap."

Adrien taps his knuckles against Nino's, still a little too confused to properly appreciate the situation.

“Come on,” Nino says. “Let’s head inside, we can talk while sitting.”

Adrien nods, following without really meaning to move his legs at all.

“So what changed?” Nino says as they walk down the hallway toward their lockers.

“What do you mean?” Adrien says, his eyes wandering. His head still feels a little fuzzy, to be honest.

Nino shrugs. “Well, I mean...” he says, “there’s gotta have been some kind of change, right? That led to her changing her mind?”

The side of Adrien’s mouth twists. “I got nothing,” he mumbles.

Nino turns to stare at him, then snorts and rolls his eyes. “Not surprised,” he says. “You’re not always the best at noticing things like that.”

”That’s... actually why I wanted to talk to you,” Adrien says. “Am I... really that oblivious?”

Nino stops walking and sighs. ”I...” He catches his tongue between his teeth. “You know how pretty much everyone we know has had a crush on Marinette at some point?"

Adrien gives a small smile. “Of course,” he says. That’s pretty much a given.

Nino nods. "Did you ever wonder why she never took anyone up on it until last month?"

"Yeah," Adrien says. "She had a guy she liked, right?"

Nino’s shoulders slump. "Yeah," He says. "You."

Adrien's train of thought comes to a screeching halt. "What?" he says.

Nino reaches out and claps Adrien’s shoulder. “She had a crush on you, dude.”

Adrien blinks. “But, her new boyfriend... wasn’t he the guy?”

Nino snorts. “Nope,” he says. “It was you, bro. And you were the only one who never knew.”

Adrien feels like lightning has been rammed into his skull. As bad as Adrien... it couldn’t be, right?

There’s no way.

*

Class isn’t as difficult as he was expecting. It’s worse. Nino’s words aren’t much to go on—in fact, they’re nothing at all, but it’s the first clue he’s had. So his brain, scrambled from exhaustion and caffeine as it is, can’t stop flitting around Marinette.

First: Kwamibuster. He’d been certain she was Ladybug, all the evidence he’d needed had been there, they were so alike, so brilliant and energetic... and then he’d seen them right next to each other. Different people? Illusion? And then Marinette had suddenly picked up a boyfriend, one who nobody in the class had met, and Adrien had been... so disappointed, but he could never pinpoint why.

When was that, anyway?

Was it a month ago?

He can’t pay any attention to anything that’s happening in front of him—the only thing he can hear is Marinette, Marinette, Marinette. It can’t be her, right? But his brain won’t let it go.

”So, how was your anniversary date?” Alya says with what Adrien can only assume is a sly grin. He can see her exact expression, even though he’s trying desperately not to turn around. Not to let on that he’s listening.

Marinette makes a sound like she’s swallowed her tongue. “Uh! W-weird, actually.”

Alya hums. “Weird how?” He hears the flannel of her shirt slide against the desk as she leans toward Marinette. “How’d the ‘plan’ go?”

Marinette squeaks. Adrien squirms in his seat, staring at his hands, screaming in his head not to turn around. He’s ignoring the way Nino is staring at him, trying to hold still.

”Come on, girl, spill!” Alya whispers. “Did you kiss him?”

”Yep!” Marinette squeaks.

”Oh my god you’re so red!” Alya cackles. Then her voice drops to a hiss. “Tell me everything!”

Marinette swallows. “I mean... it was really weird?” she says. “He... didn’t know we were dating?”

Adrien’s blood rushes to his ears like a vise around his skull, crushing inward. Didn’t know we were dating. That’s—it’s impossible.

Alya snorts. “Girl, are you sure you’re not dating Adrien?”

Adrien doesn’t hear Marinette’s response. He doesn’t hear much of anything until lunchtime, really.

Marinette is Ladybug. He’s going to explode.

*

“Hi, Mari!” he says as soon as she closes her locker.

She shrieks, leaping backward, scattering her papers on the ground, and Adrien immediately feels a rush of guilt at surprising her—but cats are 60% bastard, and he can’t help taking a little joy in it.

Marinette heaves a breath, pressing her hand to her chest. “Adrien!” she gasps. “You’ve gotta stop doing that!”

Adrien feels a grin spread across his face. “Never,” he drawls, leaning a bit into her space. “You’re too much fun to scare.”

Marinette smirks, pressing a finger to his sternum. “Well maybe I’ll just start sneaking up on you.”

Adrien’s heart begins to beat hard in his chest at her touch, at her smile. Oh, it’s her, it’s her, it’s her. And she’s not scared of him anymore, and now he knows exactly why that is...

”Can—can I talk to you?” he gasps out. “In private?”

Marinette’s eyebrows tighten, concern in her eyes. “Everything okay?”

It strikes him through the ribs, the way she cares about him, the way she makes his problems hers, and he knows she deserves the universe. He’s loved her, both of her, since the day they met, and she’s loved both of him, and if she asked him to steal the sun for her he’d burn himself alive snatching it from the sky. “Everything’s fine!” he says, gripping her arm. “Everything’s... great, actually.” He flashes her a smile, his fan’s favorite smile, hoping to put her at ease.

Instead, she tenses. “That’s your fake smile,” she says, her eyes narrowing.

Adrien blinks. “You can tell?” he says.

Marinette’s eyes widen, and her face goes bright red. “I—uh—”

Adrien bites his lip. Right, she’s been in love with him forever—knowing how she is, how the hammer-force of her attention slams down on everything she cares about, she probably noticed everything about him. It’s a wonder she didn’t figure out his identity.

”It’s fine!” he says. “I was just—trying to put you at ease, you know?”

Marinette sets her jaw and nods, glancing around the locker room, cataloguing everyone in the room the way she does when she’s trying to work out a Lucky Charm. “Classroom’s empty?”

Adrien nods. “Classroom.”

*

Marinette sits down on his desk, crossing her legs and leaning forward. “What’s up?”

Adrien looks away, breathes in. “How’s things with your boyfriend?”

Marinette blinks. “Adrien?” she says. There’s a note of... something in her voice. Hope? Anger? Disappointment? Maybe all three. You’re paying attention to me now? it seems to say.

“Last night was your anniversary, right?” Adrien says, looking at her. The pigtails. The eyes, bluer than blue. The earrings he’s only ever seen her take off once—the day Lady Noire showed up instead of Ladybug. Everything about her is the same, even the fire in her eyes.

Marinette’s eyes narrow. “Adrien, if this is about—”

”To be fair, My Lady,” he interrupts, slashing a Chat smile across his face, “you never actually told me we were dating.”

Marinette’s face goes slack, her mouth open, her eyes wide. “I—what?” she whispers. “You... no. No way. You—you can’t...” She straightens, breathing in, gathering herself. “Kitty?” she whispers.

Adrien grins, pressing one arm to his waist and throwing the other out wide with a bow. “Always at your service,” he says.

Suddenly he’s halfway to the floor, falling backwards, Marinette’s tiny hands seizing bunches of his lapels, her lips strawberry-sweet on his. They slam against the ground, together, entwined, gasping, together. Peppering each other with kisses.

“Kitty—”

“My Lady—”

“Princess—”

”Adrien—”

”Marinette—”

”I love you,” he gasps, clutching her chest against his own, and she stiffens.

”I... have been waiting to—to hear you say that... for—for two years,” she stammers.

He presses a kiss to her temple. “I’ve been saying it in private every day,” he says. “And I will say it to you every day for as long as you want it.”

Plagg snorts. “I can confirm,” he says. “Every frickin’ day with this kid. Both identities, too!”

Marinette giggles. “You should hear some of the stuff I said about you,” she says. Then her eyes widen. “Or—maybe not, please don’t—”

Tikki giggles from inside her purse. “I’m telling him anyway!”

Marinette’s eyes shoot to her bag. “Betrayal!” she hisses.

Adrien giggles, and Marinette laughs too, and the two of them just dissolve into laughter. Then, suddenly, Marinette stops.

”Oh,” she says. “Oh, no.”

Adrien blinks. “My Lady?”

Marinette fixes her burning gaze on his eyes. “What are we going to tell Alya?”