#owww I miss this game

[the-fiction-witch]

Tennis Match

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

Smut Seminonconsenual / nudity / forced orgasm/ anal/ object insertion / squirting

I was a little nervous today as Teresa and I want to meet up with Minho and Newt for a game of tennis. Nervous because I wasn't very good at the game Teresa is but I'm awful. And playing against Newt wouldn't be easy, he's good and Teresa knows full well about my crush on him. And lastly, I was nervous because I left my sports bra at home and there was no way I could play tennis with my usual bra the bones would cut me to pieces so as I wondered thought in my little sports kit I was nervous everyone could see my breasts even if they couldn't but it's still a nervous fear I have. Teresa scanned us in the door with her card and we entered into the room used for tennis and changed the sign in the door to fill meaning we wouldn't be distributed by others opening the door to try and use the room.

It was small court with high walls, skylights and of course the net across it. Minho was stood fixing his hair in his blue shorts and best and newt just beside him having a drink in his orange shorts and white shirt.

"Ooohhh hi girls" Minho smiled

"Hi" she smiled widely giving Minho his hug

"Hi" I waved awkwardly

"Hey love. You okay?" Newt asks

"Yeah just worried you guys are about to destroy me"

"Aww don't worry. I'll go easy on you" he winked going to return his bottle to his bag

I sat my bag down on my side and fiddled with my racket

"Boys vs girls?" Minho suggested

"Of course" Teresa said

"I'm good with that" newt nodded

"We betting?" Minho asked

"No it always ruins it, just for fun" newt said

"Okay, girls serve first. You go y/n" Teresa said grabbing the ball and throwing it over to me I tried to catch it but missed bad dropped the ball, and my racket almost tripping over

"Sorry"

"It's fine, come on girls let's play!" Minho laughed

I did… my best.

Which basically means I came in dead last and basically messed up everytime the ball came near me so the boys made easy work of us. After a good few games I sat on the bench feeling sorry for myself as Teresa grabbed her stuff and Minho's arm

"We're off to get a sports drink, you guys wanna come?" She suggested

Which was Teresa's code for her and Minho are going to the sauna to fool around as honestly every time we came to the fitness center they did it and if may actually be where they do more physical exercise.

"We're good. I was thinking we could play a little just me and you?" Newt suggested

"Are you sure?" I asked sheepishly

"Yeah I'm sure I could give you a hand love, I'd you want that is"

"Thank you, I'd love too" I smiled

Minho and Teresa then left and I felt kinda nervous all alone with newt

"So? One on one?"

"Hummm?"

"Shall we play a game? Just the two of us?"

"Ohh yeah course sorry -"

"It's okay, give me a basic serve and we'll go from there" he says giving me the ball and heading to his own size so I did my best and actually did okay he quickly hit it back and I messed up completely and the ball hit my head

"Owww!"

"Ohh bloody hell sorry y/n"

"It's okay"

"You alright?"

"I think so"

"Okay, let's try again I'll serve this time I promise I'll be nice and gentle" he says giving a very tender serve which I could just about manage "there you go, you're doing great. Now we can get a little faster"

"Okay" I nodded nervously and almost immediately I messed up and need up flat on my butt

"Sorry"

"It's no your fault newt. I'm sorry for being such a mess up"

"Hey it's okay you just need a little more practice" he says "here" he says jumping the net and coming over to me "you should stand a little firmer" he says holding my hips moving me a little and immediately I blushed hard "don't get scared of the ball" he says still adjusting my legs, my hips, my shoulders, "hold the racket a little higher you have better control that way" he says moving his hand up from my waist to stroke my arm and move my hand

"Uhh okay" I nodded

"Don't be so tight loosen the grip a little" he says stroking my hands "see isn't that better?" He asked his breath against my ear

"Yeah, thanks newt"

"No trouble. Keep your swing loose but don't go too crazy" he says, guiding me a little "there you go, see that ball should be scared of you" he says "ohhh nooo don't hurt me y/n I'm just a cute little ball. There's no need to be scared of me" he joked making the ball give My cheek a kiss making me giggle "there, I'll serve" he says taking the ball away and pressing a little kiss to my cheek himself which immediately turned me bright red as he went back to his side and immediately I forgot everything he told me! I did my best to carry in with our game and I didn't do too bad "AHH. Okay point to you"

"Really!"

"Yep."

"Yay!" I giggled

"Your doing good, You just have to remember keep your body square" he says coming and fixing my hips again "okay? Square" he says

"Square. Okay" I nodded

"Good girl love" he smiled "and maybe don't run around so much your skirts rising up" he smirked and I almost had a heart attack as his hand moved from my hip to under my skirt and he snapped my panties

"Ohh I'm so sorry" I said quickly fixing my skirt as I blushed

"Was I complaining?" He chuckled "let's make this game a little more interesting."

"Oh?"

"Next to score a point wins"

"Okay?"

"And the looser has to play the next game with their shirt off"

"Ohh! Uhhh I don't know"

"Come in it'll be fun"

"Well… okay" I blushed and we started our next game I did my best to play as well as I could with such intense focus and I got a point "yay!"

"Alright, deals a deal" he sighed pulling his shirt off revealing his thin but tones sweaty body "yes?"

"Uhhhhh nothing!" I blushed

"Come on your serve love"

"Yeah sorry" so I did my best even if he was so much more distracting now and I wasn't doing too has until it all went wrong.

I gave the ball a firm wack and immediately noticed something was wrong as my feet returned to the floor quickly I noticed my panties had snapped and now the tightness of My thighs is all that kept them on my legs

"Yes! I win" he smirked "you okay?"

"Uhhh I can't play anymore"

"What why not? Come on I thought we were having fun?"

"we were I just… I can't play anymore" I said in panick

"What is it?" He asks getting his shirt back in and coming over "did you hurt yourself?"

"Uhhh…"

"Come on sit down" he says ushering me to the bench "is it your ankle? Did you put your weight wrong? Your leg? Did you maybe pull a muscle? Maybe a cramp?" He suggested running his hands up my legs trying to soothe me I didn't know what to say or how to respond or even his to fix this byhe moved my leg a little too much and my broken panties came rumbling down my legs and onto the floor "oh." He says and I turned bright red wanting to bury myself in the pile of mats "I didn't think I snapped them quiet that hard" he chuckled "sorry love"

"It's okay, not time fault"

"It's okay one of those things no need to be embarrassed" he says still gently stroking my legs "that nice?" He asks as he massaged my leg

"It is but there's nothing wrong with my leg newt"

"I know. I just wanted to make you feel a little better" he Cooes giving my legs a sweet massage it was really nice and did make me feel better so I relaxed a little against the bench enjoying how nice it was until I heard his sly chuckle and I looked down at him noticing he knelt on the floor massaging my leg but he was holding my leg up a little higher then he needed and thus peaking under my skirt "ummm hello"

"Newt!" I yelped pushing my skirt down to hide myself

"Sorry, I was curious" he shrugs "come on, just a little peak" he smirked moving his hands up my legs over my knees as he did he pushed my knees apart and moved himself into the space between them before his hands moved up and across my thighs under my skirt until his hands where stroking over where my panties band would have sat stroking his fingers across me without the elastic and fabric in his way "there's no reason we need to stop our game" he whispered

"But my -"

"Yeah? So what? Maybe you can use it as a distraction for me. Come on you've already been playing all this time without a bra like panties makes any difference"

"You -"

"I'm not stupid love. I know how much your tits bounce. I couldn't help getting distracted by these while we plaid." He smirked taking a hand out from under my skirt and slipping up my top to fondle my breast "uhhh fuck- uummm Plus sometimes your cute little nips poke through your shirt"

"Oh my god" I blushed trying to cover… all of me at this point

"Aww I think it's cute come on one more game then maybe we can go to the sauna and take your whole outfit off" he whispered

"I uhhhh I'd rather we just stay here*

"Yeah? Okay. One more game" he says getting up and kissing my nose before he headed to his side for one more game so I got up nervously unsure how I could play like this "how's about a deal"

"What?"

"If you beat me I'll do whatever you want me too" he winked "but if I win you have to do whatever I want you too"

"Okay" I blushed

"Good girl. Your serve" he smirked throwing me the ball so I did my best all while trying to keep concealed but he was doing gae better then me so I decided to roll my skirt up and purposely bounce around often distracting him but even so he was no match for me not when hes really trying and I quickly lost "I win"

"Okay" I sighed

"Come here love" he smirked leaning on the net so I went over "one leg over"

"Uhh okay" I blushed moving one leg over the net he then smirked and pushed my back down so I bent over

"There we go" he smirked "if you move your Hands your in big trouble" he warns so I nodded "net between your tits" he smirked so I did as he asked adjusting so the net sar between my breasts "good girl. Now feet on the floor" he ordered so I did it "good flat on the floor now and keep those legs wide for me love" he smirked so I did as he asked and he moved slightly so I couldn't see him but he clearly could see me "awww yeah hello love" he smirked slapping my ass "now you stay nice and still for me. I'm gonna play a game I've been wanting to play with you for years" he smirked he pulled my cheeks apart spreading my pussy as he did he adjusted the net so the top plastic protective part of the net now sat against my clit and pussy he smirked holding my skirt up so he could see and he grabbed the nets loops a few down and began to lift or as if curling a weight lifting, tugging and rubbing the net leaving It to mercilessly run against my most sensitive places

"Uhhhhh newt!" I whined bright red as I felt my wetness already dripping down my legs but he just kept going without mercy for a moment "uuuuuuuhhh newt please stop I'll-"

"Aww is it really that good?" He smirked and I nodded "perfect. I wanna watch you cum" he smirked speeding up his movements leaving to squeal for mercy from the overwhelming pleasure but he ignored me only ever muttering things clearly enjoying tormenting me he stopped for a moment giving me a second to breathe but he returned to his pace immediately and I felt the base of his racket push it's way inside my pussy making me squeal as he used it to fuck me all while he still moved the net by now I imagined a puddle on the floor as I was utterly soaked desperate to cum "come on love cum for me. I wanna watch you cum before I fuck you myself" he smirked getting more intense with both and I was so so close my screams uncontrollable "how about I do this?" He smirked pulling the racket out of me using the juices I had covered it in as lube as he pushed it inside analy and thrust his fingers in my pussy which was enough for me to cum squirting all over him and the net "awww good girl love" he smirked slapping my ass taking the racket away and helping me to climbing off the net even if my legs were jelly, he grabbed my ass and pulled me into his chest stating at my breasts as my shirt has ridden up too "you look so fucking good" he growled pulling me into an intense kiss "come on. You walk all the way to the sauna without panties baby I'll fuck you raw"

"Okay newt" I giggled fixing my clothes grabbing my stuff making sure to flash him as I bent over

"Go on I'll be following" he smiled slapping my ass 

[felony-bunny]

Older sister Mc braiding Idia’s hair

(Btw this isn’t Idia’s older sister, she’s just and older sister in general)

Mc:…

Idia playing video games:…

Mc: Are you uncomfortable at all Idia?

Idia: No…

Mc:…

Idia:…why are you doing this?

Mc: So you are uncomfortable?

Idia: NO no I just don’t understand you normies…

Mc: I don’t think it’s a regular normie thing to do.

Mc: I think it’s just because I miss my little siblings.

Idia: And what does that have to do with me?

Mc:…Keep that attitude up and you’re going to get smacked.

Idia:…sorry.

Mc: *sigh*

Mc:…

Mc: Just let me have this…

Idia:…

Idia muttering: weirdo

*SMACK*

Idia: OWWW

Mc: I fucking told ya.

[justaphangirl07]

Clingy (Josh Bradley/Zerkaa)

A/N: I got this request from a comment on Wattpad, I post on there as well! My username is emilywalker9

JOSH's POV

I am currently playing some GTA with the boys whilst I'm streaming, when I hear the front door open and close loudly

Y/N went out for the night with the girls and we all know what that means, Y/N might have had a little bit too much to drink

As I'm tapping on my keyboard, from underneath my headphones I hear my office door swing open

Thank god as predicted I win the race because I quickly turn around to see Y/N slightly stumbling through the door

"Josh!" Y/N exclaims as she stumbles towards me

I put my arms out towards as I laugh

She walks into my arms and wraps her arms around my head as she tries to hug me

"Joshie, I missed youuu" She says elongating the U, which causes me to laugh even more

"I missed you too, did you have a nice time?" I asked as I occasionally look at the computer to make sure that everything is going ok with the stream

I can see that the chat is talking about how funny it is when Y/N is drunk

Now this isn't a regular occurrence but when it happens, my viewers find it hilarious

"Yessss! We had a few drinks and a dance" She explains before hiccuping

"A few?" I say with a chuckle

She lets go of me and leans down, so we are now face to face

"Okay, maybe more than a few!" she admits

I laugh at her reaction before I take my headphones off

As I slide my right headphones forward off my ear, I accidentally tap my hand against her face because she is so close to me

"Owww!" she exclaims as she holds her face

I let out a little laugh, which I try to contain behind a smile, as I move her hand from her face

"Oh I'm sorry! It's ok!" I say before I place a kiss on the area that it clipped her

She smiles at the small gesture

“Do you want some pizza? I brought you some pizza” She mumbles

I nod

“Yes of course I’ll have some pizza, I will come and get it in a minute” I explain to her

I hear a voice speaking in my left ear

“Josh, we are going to be starting another race, are you ready?” A voice I recognise to be Simon asks

“Yeah, just bare with me one second mate” I say into the microphone

“Who are you on stream with?” Y/N asks, probably hearing the voice through my headphones

“Simon, Vik and Randolph” I explain to her

“VIKKKKKKK!” She exclaims

When I started dating Y/N, I was worried that she might be more interested in one of the other boys than me

But Y/N just sees them all as brothers and she gets on with them really well!

Especially Vik, they are like best friends talking about games and stuff

She also gets on really well with Ellie, Vik’s fiancé

“Hi Vik! Hi boysss!” Y/N exclaims into the microphone

Y/N holds my other headphone to her ear, as the boys say hi back to her

“Right, why don’t you go and sort some pizza out for us and I will be out in a minute to eat it with you” I suggest

Y/N groans

“Noooo, come with me nowwwww!” She whines at me

“You’re clingy when you’re drunk , you know that right?” I say with a chuckle

She pokes her finger into my chest

“Don’t be mean to me!” She whines again

This reaction hers makes me laugh even more

“Meanie” She says before she stumbles away and out of the room

I continue to laugh to myself as I turn back to my stream

“I’m sorry guys, I’m going to have to end this stream for now before Y/N poisons my pizza or something” I explain looking at the camera

I hear the boys laugh and I can see that the chat is finding this funny as well

“Bye guys” I say as I end the stream and shut down my chat with the boys

Right time to go and see if the love of my life has decided to poison my pizza or better yet eaten it all without me

God I love her and her drunk clinginess

A/N: PLEASE REQUEST SOME IMAGINES

Masterlist

[gamemaker-pom]

A BKDK Hunger Games AU ch.3

LINK TO CHAPTER 1

After the peacekeepers had left, Izuku ran over to Kacchan with tears streaming down his face. There was blood pouring out the back of his head. 

“Kacchan…” 

Izuku remembered the feeling of the crown pulling in closer, drawn to the scene like moths to a flame. They were trapped and Kacchan was dying. What was he supposed to do?

“Move. Now.” 

The loud barks of Mitsuki Bakugo had woken him up from his stupor enough to watch the hands of his mother and Kacchan’s parents manoeuvre him onto a stretcher and carry him away. Numb, Izuku had stumbled after them - too cold to feel the gentle hands of his little sister trying to comfort him. 

Kacchan’s conscription had come in as soon as he was able to go back to school.

They had decided that since Katsuki refused to let his quirk be used for more important purposes, they would at least get the best use out of him they could in the mines. Kacchan now worked right in the depths of the mines. Helping excavate new routes to be used for the miners. 

The peacekeepers worked him to the bone every single day. Izuku could only stand on the sidelines as Kacchan came back from work every day with a new callus or blister. Watch as Kacchan coughed the dark soot from the mines out of his lungs every night. The once cream handkerchief turning grey in his worn out hands. 

Izuku sighs and runs his finger along the jagged scar on the back of Katsuki’s head. 

“What’re you doing that for, nerd?” 

“It still scares me, you know.” Izuku pulls back enough to be able to see Kacchan’s eyes. “That they almost took you from me that day.” 

Kacchan hums and pushes Izuku’s hair back from his forehead and leans in to press a kiss to his hairline. “But they didn’t. ‘Cause I’m too awesome to get rid of that easily.” 

Izuku closes his eyes and revels in the moment for a few seconds. Before his urge to ruin the moment becomes too strong to ignore. 

“Yeah… You’re so awesome you can’t even stay up after 9pm.”

The gentle arms around him become constricting in a matter of moments. 

“The fuck did you just say about me, Deku?”

Izuku sniggers. 

“Nothing, Kacchan!” 

“Liar.” 

Kacchan’s fingers start prodding along Izuku’s side, stabbing into the soft skin along Izuku’s body. 

“No! Stop!” 

Scrambling to get out of his boyfriend’s grip, Izuku twists and turns until he’s facing away from the devil trying to grab him.

“Get back here, you little shit!” 

Leaving all of his equipment behind him in his haste to escape, Izuku dashes away from Kacchan. They’re both laughing maniacally as they scramble through the forest they both know so well. Feet brushing along the edges of wild animals’ winding paths, snapping branches and twigs in their mad game of tag. 

Jumping over a fallen tree, Izuku laughs when he hears Kacchan stumble behind him. 

“Piece of shit tree!”

Izuku whips his head over his shoulder to check behind him. The stumble clearly hadn’t held his boyfriend up much. He grins.

“You okay, Kacchan? Can’t keep up?”

“Fucker! You know I can keep up with you fine.” Kacchan pants back.

“Prove it.” 

A large explosion comes from behind him just before a solid chest is crashing into Izuku’s back. Kacchan’s arm circles his forehead just before they hit the ground. 

“Oof.” 

“Owww,” Izuku whines. “Kacchan…” 

Kacchan pushes himself off of Izuku’s body just enough to hover over him.

“What? You asked me to catch you and I did it.” Kacchan sounds completely unapologetic, but his eyes rake over Izuku’s face when he turns over below him checking for any injuries. Katsuki cradles his face gently, tilting his head right and left to make sure he hasn’t missed anything.

“All you caught was a bunch of new bruises for me.” Izuku frowns up at his boyfriend, checking the other’s face for injuries too. “That hurt.”

The firm press of lips on his free cheek feels like an apology.

“Nah, it didn’t. I had a very soft landing.” Katsuki grins down at him, red eyes flickering with mirth. 

Izuku pouts again. “Why do you have to be so mean to me?”

“Gotta keep up my image somehow, dickhead.” Izuku’s frown deepens. 

“Kacchan…”

“What?” Kacchan pretends to not know what he’s done. “It’s a term of endearment!”

Izuku huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, sure.”

Katsuki pauses above him, his eyes narrowing as he thinks something through. He draws in closer, Izuku going cross-eyed as he tries to keep his glare fixed on his boyfriend. 

“I’m glad you’re okay, Sweetness.” 

Warm lips encapture Izuku’s and he melts into Kacchan’s hold, his arms coming up to wrap around Kacchan’s neck. If Izuku thought he was weak for Katsuki before he knew what his kisses felt like, Izuku no longer has a word to describe himself after finding out.

Izuku smiles into the kiss, and Kacchan gives up as it gets too awkward to continue. Choosing instead to pepper little kisses around Izuku’s face. Giggling, Izuku smiles up at his boyfriend as the assault comes to a close. He lowers his hands from the back of Kacchan’s neck and squishes his cheeks together, watching as his lips puff out into a pout as Izuku squidges his cheeks together. 

Pleased by his boyfriend’s seldom pliancy, Izuku reaches up himself to press a kiss to the tip of Kacchan’s nose. Before letting go of his grip on his cheeks to kiss him again properly. 

Soon enough, Katsuki is nipping at his lip and Izuku is opening up, letting Kacchan lick into his mouth. He shivers against the forest floor. 

But when they both notice the approaching drone of a helicopter, they both freeze. 

Katsuki pulls Izuku up onto his feet and they both rush under the cover of a nearby tree. 

The peacekeepers for the reaping have finally arrived. 

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NEXT

[elekinetic]

hey team. buckle up. this is gonna be a long one.

aka let's break down my byler playlist cause i put way too much fucking thought into it

here's the complete playlist. i highly highly recommend listening while you read, but it'll make sense regardless <3

let's dive in.

1. i can't be with you by the cranberries.

we open with the line "lying in my bed again, and i cry cause you're not here." you're in the upside down, you're possessed, you're spending all your time with el, you're in california. they're ALWAYS separated, there's always something pulling them apart. they can't be with each other. "put your hands inside my face and see that it's just you," cause their existence is so informed by each other. constantly on each other's minds. "thinking back on how things were and on how we loved so well." i mean. C'MON. "i wanted to be the mother of your child" ok that's not byler EXACTLY but listen listen listen, dreaming of a future together? playing nintendo and dnd in their basement for the rest of their lives? "put your hands in my hands and come with me, we'll find another end…my head on anyones shoulder cause i cant be with you": basically they are dreaming of a world where everything is easy, where they can be together, but they know that's not the real world. they'll seek other comforts (el, losing yourself in your art, etc) to try to fill the hole in their hearts (y'all know there's more nuance to the el situation but i don't feel like typing all that out lol) dolores o'riordan's wailing is a great expression of the despair of seemingly unrequited love, while the upbeat fast paced drums invoke that teenage-first-love genre feeling through the song, we have dolores assuring herself that she cannot be with this person. its almost like shes trying to convince herself that there's no point to feeling this way bc they're NEVER gonna be together. but she ends with "but i'm still in love with you." there's nothing she can do about it. she can try to deny it all she wants, but its a simple truth. she loves them. they love each other.

2. wicked game by chris isaak.

this is the most stranger things ship coded song ever imo. doomsday love? soulmatism? reluctance? disbelief? wanting something different? HELLO? byler?? lumax?? jopper?? jancy?? "i've never felt this way... i don't wanna fall in love...the world was on fire and no one could save me but you, its strange what desire will make foolish people do, id never dreamed id love somebody like you..." is this song about being upset that a relationship is over? yes. which works for byler! but i think its also about loving intensely. its about looking at the tragedy of existence and saying, your love saved me. i feel so much, and i feel so sad because you mean so much to me. it says, without an ounce of real resentment, how dare you make me care so much? thus we establish from the jump JUST how much they care about each other. how important they are to each other. the song end's with "this world is only gonna break your heart" over and over again, which sets up the tragedy we're abt to be feelin through the rest of this playlist. all aboard the angst train!

3. fade into you by mazzy star.

we're back on that hand holding imagery shit we say in i can't be with you. "i wanna hold the hand inside you." i miss how close we used to be. "i look to you when i see nothing, i look to you to see the truth." -> you have always been the grounding presence in my life. there's a double meaning here of looking to the other person to see the "truth", being that they're never gonna love you like you love them. "fade into you, strange you never knew." its strange you never knew i was in love with you. how much i cared for you. (and if we're talking mike pov, strange you never knew before i fucked it up so bad.) "a stranger's light comes on slowly, a strangers heart without a home" we're strangers now OWWW. i am a stranger to you now, and my heart doesn't have a home.

4. does anybody know by jade bird. do i even have to explain?

pre s4 separation. very sad. california sunshine + s4 heart to hearts in the sun + the colors in you can hurt someone? something something will's painting and the rain fight and their ability to hurt each other.

5. graduation day by chris isaak.

a reflection on what used to be, and an attempt to move on. an attempt that will fail (see: further sad pining songs later in the playlist) "driving slowly, watching the headlights in the rain" - rain fight, will biking away. "think of the good times, wishing you were still with me, the way it used to be.... a million dreams have all gone bad, think of all we had...thinking of a time with everything was right...with only you and i..." HELLO??? once again, the theme of "i miss the way we used to be" makes a reappearance. "i knew it all then, thought you loved me, i was wrong.... learned my lesson now there's nothing left to say." what if i committed mass murder. i knew it all? hello michael. we've also got the theme of growing up. graduation day. they're getting older. on one hand, this could mean them graduating to the big leagues, the final fight. the end of everything is coming. they're almost at the finish line. on the other hand, they could be reflecting on "graduating" out of their childhood feelings and comfort, making peace with the fact that they're older and they don't get to go back to when everything was right.

6. please, please, please, let me get what i want by the smiths.

this song is so simple, and so direct, and so. so. so. sad. its a reflection of how much they love each other. this....this is all i want. he is all i want. my life has been so hard. i could've become a bad person, and i didn't. and that doesn't mean im owed anything. i know that. but can i please get what i want. this is the only thing that i want.

7. there's no need to argue anymore by the cranberries. just....just read it.

highly recommend listening to this song because all it is is vocals and an organ. it is so reflective and soft and introspective. its simple. a simple truth. (i mean you should listen to the whole playlist but yk)

8. boys dont cry by the cure, but covered by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME.

yall already know the drill lyric wise cause. you know. it's boys don't cry. so, im just gonna talk abt why i picked this particular cover. it feels younger, a little less professional, a little more intimate. i love the cure version, but this one just feels...i don't know. it feels like the emotions of a teenage boy.

9. i know its over by the smiths.

this one... oh god. the first verse is "oh mother i can feel the soil falling over my head // and as i climb into an empty bed // oh well, enough said // i know its over, still i cling // i dont know where else i can go." something abt will's relationship with joyce and mike's relationship with karen. something about knowing their relationship with each other is over, knowing that and still not being able to stop thinking about each other. we get a sweet little nod to mileven in verse 2 "sad veiled bride, please be happy, handsome groom, give her room." yeah. if we're talking will's pov and substitute "she" for "he", this line is fucking killer: "loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly. [talking to el now] though [he] needs you, more than [he] loves you" OW and then this whole part.... mike's self hatred is just so chefs kiss.

anyway. this song is mostly just there for vibes. its sad. most of the playlist is sad. yk. it doesnt fit perfectly but pls tell me yall understand the vision.

10. electric indigo by the paper kites.

[this section was previously posted on its own here. there are a few details i left off of that version bc they referenced the playlist, this is slightly different.]

this song is the most mike pov to ever pov ITS INSANE. i'm sorry i didn't see you before. i love you and i'm sorry i hurt you. how do i fix this? how do i get you to come back to me? you're getting line by line annotations, fuck you. "never meant to cause you trouble with my coloured lies" hey. hey remember back during does anybody know when we talked abt "the colors in you, they can hurt someone"? "but you holding me with something locked behind your eyes [real love], you're setting me right // cause you got something that i need [real love], something i can't find" "distance never made me stronger, it tore us apart [hello california], i'm calling, im calling to you [BYERS BUSY PHONE LINE THEORY RISE] // and i know i left you questions and a lonely heart [do you even care what i have to say mike? you called twice! etc etc.]" "but you've been waiting long enough to let it go [i've put you through so much for so long, i get that you are probably done with me at this point, i know i would be] // i'll do you right [im gonna make it up to you, i swear], cause time is just a remedy covered in disguise [i grew up, okay? im better, i know more know. im not like that anymore.]" "and all i know is that i want you so heavy on my mind [i think about you all the time. i want to think about you all the time]" "and the feeling grows, when youre dancing slow. i see your fire go electric indigo [i watch you in your element, i watch you paint and be around our friends and argue with your brother....i see you be unapologetically you, and i just... i love you. i love you.] "what's it gonna, what's it gonna take? what's it gonna, what's it gonna take? what's it gonna, what's it gonna take? (x4) [how do i fix this? how do i show you how much i love you? how do i show you how much i love you?]

11. iris by the goo goo dolls, but covered by chris lanzon.

it's iris. do i even need to explain? i chose this cover the same reason i chose IDKHOW's boys dont cry cover. "it feels younger, a little less professional, a little more intimate. i love the cure version, but this one just feels...i don't know. it feels like the emotions of a teenage boy."

12. lover, you should've come over by jeff buckley.

our penultimate track. its about letting go of expectations, thoughts of who you should be and what you should do, and realizing how much you love someone who you let yourself lose. realizing that you're young and you've really messed up, but realizing what you want and seeking forgiveness. it's mike's realization. its a healthy reflection on how he's hurt the people he loves, and what he really wants. who he wants to be. it's mike growing up. he's willing to give up the trivial shit, the judgement of others and himself, to be with will. not even to be with will, just to let himself love will. there's this line, "maybe i'm just too young to keep good love from going wrong //...you should've come over ... well i'll wait for you." he wants will to come back. he knows he's lost will, and he knows its his fault. but he's telling will, "listen. i know you don't owe me anything. but im here. im here, okay? if any part of you still wants me, or even if you don't, im here."

13. time after time by cyndi lauper, but covered by iron & wine.

like boys don't cry and iris, i chose this cover because it feels softer, subtler, and more masculine. its acoustic, youthful, lighter. stronger. do you guys remember the opening line of the playlist? the first time of i can't be with you? "lying in my bed again, and i cry cause you're not here?" our final track, time after time, opens with "lying in my bed, i hear the clock tick and think of you." full circle moment, but time after time is different. those final thoughts are resolute, sure. i know how i feel, and i am here for you. wherever you are, whatever you need, whoever you were and whoever you become. i'm here. i love you. i love you. i love you.

[b3ttysgard3n]

Top 3 songs from each ts album

Taylor swift:

1: Picture to burn

2: Mary’s song (oh my my my)

3: should’ve said no

fEARless (tv)

1: the way I loved you

2: hey stephen

3: tie between the best day and mr perfectly fine

Speak no o owww (tv)

1: when emma falls in love

2: haunted

3: speak now

r EEE ed (tv)

1: atwtmvtvftv (if yk yk)

2: nothing new

3: stay stay stay

nineteen eighty nine (tv)

1: how you get the girl

2: out of the woods

3: is it over now?

reputayion

1: getaway car

2: delicate

3: end game + new year’s day

loverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

1: cornelia street (sobs aggressively)

2: miss americana and the heartbreak prince <33 (hi azzie)

3: false god (unpopular opinion: false god is the most underrated song)

folklore

1: betty

2: the last great american dynasty

3: the 1

evermore

1: dorothea

2: willow

3: majorie

miidnightss

1: you’re on your own, kid

2: you’re losing me

3: vigilante shit

the end.

[silverott-chevalier]

[Audio ID: The stuff written below the cut.]

Long story short...miss Shiawase Suzuhime and Pallas Feldspar Shirogane will be joining me now. And I'll be taking a vacation to Unova with them at some point, thank you very much.

(OoC) I'll still be using #shiroposting and #suzuposting to keep track of those two, jsyk. So don't worry about that.

Okay, audio recording... testing, one, two, one, two... ...well, that's boring. *ahm-hmm...* *Boy meets gir-rlk--!* [Sounds of something striking the head of what must be a large Pokemon.] You need better songs. Owww... that hurt, Shia... It was just a love tap to the head. You've had worse. Myeeeh...I have to listen to that happen again, Shia! How else am I gonna make sure the microphone works? Wouldn't it be a better idea to call one of the girls in order to test the reception at the same time? Well yeah, but... [Sounds of water splashing. Someone is using Waterfall nearby, but not immediately next to the microphone.] Oh dear, is this another Pelipper? What on earth could they-- [Sounds of something landing on what appears to be stone, wet, and maybe even clawed if you've got a sharp ear. Panting, of some kind.] ...oh, Chevalier. You're here early, did something happen at the-- YEAH something happened!!! Have you guys been screwing around on my Rotomblr this whole time?! Wh--PALLAS! I told you he wouldn't be so keen on that! Well, I got curious, is all! I was gonna make one myself, but uh, not, really, sure, how well that would work for hiding, eh... Yeah, like taking over my account is any better?! ... we didn't mess around with much. Dear fucking Arceus-- okay, you know? Sure. Why not. But you couldn't have bothered to ask first?! Well...I wanted to, but you left before I could. I saw this neat ask game, too, so at that point, I figured, it couldn't really hurt. ... okay. Pallas. I'm gonna ask you something, and you're gonna answer me straight, okay? Okaaaaaay...? Does this not establish an incredibly direct connection between us, now? It... might? ...oh, no. Shia's catching on. So if there's a direct link between us, now, don't you think people are gonna realize, that if they wanna know anything about you-- Oh. OH. That. Mm! Uh-huh. I think I understand. Yeah. And now you're gonna need to help me figure out a way to explain all of this without giving away the entire fact that you two--! Actually...I don't think you need to do much to explain at all. And why not, Shia. [Silence. Sounds of...feathers? Picking up the microphone.] ...uh-huh. And it's recording. I was testing the mike before you came in... you seriously don't think we can...? Followers of Rotomblr blog "Silverott-Chevalier"! It appears that our ruse is up. My name is Shiawase Suzuhime-- or Suzuhime Shiawase, if you wish to follow Nippon traditions. And my blue friend over here is... ...uh, Pallas Feldspar Shirogane! I'm, uh...Shiawase and I are Cooper's, uh... ... they're my mentors. And they like screwing around with me sometimes. No pictures-- they like their privacy. Thank you, Chevalier. Now. Chevalier. Would you mind if we continued using your blog to do things? As spontaneous as our takeover was... ... one condition. ... very well, we owe you that much. ... two conditions. ... speak. First of all, we go to Unova for vacation. Not Galar. Okay? ...I suppose that's fine. Pallas? Yeah, yeah, I'll make plans for that... And your second? [Sounds of water being displaced as it's falling, followed by sounds of flapping wings, and then something hitting a countertop heavily. And then another something. And another.] ...ah. I see how you found out, now. I dunno who sent popcorn as soon as I got Pelipper Mail active, but I'm glad they did. ... you didn't happen to-- We did. ... and did they manage t-- They did. ...shit. Pallas cut the audio, cut the audio--

[dulcewrites]

Owww, I kinda want to know how the Friday night/morning after that Aemond and Reader slept together went; like on both pov’s, what kinda leads them on (aside from drinking wine) + if someone ever find out that happened 😘

Real Games

It started with a compliment. A simple acknowlegement on a change that others may not care to comment on. Aemond has always been that way, detailed oriented to a point. One of his more neurotic traits, but he wouldn’t be good at his job without it.

It made you lift your hand to hair self consciously. You got highlights. Nothing crazy but enough of a change that it made you nervous. Your mother always reiterated your hair was one of your best features; changing it in any kind of way would be a mistake. You remember how jealous you were the day you met Helaena. Fixated on the ease in which she moved through the world with, at the time, chartreuse hair.

But the way Aemond gently took your hand from your hair and told you that you looked pretty made you blink, surprised and bashful. The feelings continued all throughout dinner. His foot brushed yours and you spent dessert trying to figure out if he did it on purpose or by accident.

It’s stupid in hindsight. That being said your feelings, positive or negative, towards Aemond have always been stupid. The type of mind altering foolish feelings that always got you trouble when it came to him.

Maybe you’ll never learn.

———

After dinner, Daella insisted on watching Beauty and the Beast for what had to be the seventh time that week.

The pillow and blanket fort had been set up, and the living area smelled like popcorn. A burst of laughter comes from you when Daella makes off handed comment about Belle and the beast reminding her of you two.

“Does that mean I’m the beast,” a shiver runs down your spine when you feel his breath on your neck and ear.

“Maybe she means you could’ve been a prince in another life.”

You try not to make your looks obvious, but you could see Aemond as a Prince. Sharp, regal features complimented by old jewels or a crown. By the time the beast turns back into a prince, Daella is knocked out on her father’s lap.

Once he goes to put her up, you run your hands nervously over your thighs. You feel a bit out of it, and you worry he can sense it. Like a cat in heat or something.

You need to get laid. You’re so uptight

When your friend said it to you over brunch last weekend, it earned her a scoff and a lecture about how a man isn’t going to make you less stressed. You still mean it. Though your stress is the good kind, one brought on by new work and opportunities, it is still stress nonetheless. No man will magically make it go away. Nor do you want it to.

But…

There is a certain kind of warmth that you miss. The feeling of hands on your body. Nervously, you apply your juicy tubes lipgloss.

“I don’t understand how such a tiny girl can sounds like that,” Aemond’s voice breaks your thoughts. He notices you just sitting there, thousand yard stare on your face. “What’s wrong.”

You shake your head, and try to gain a semblance of composture.

“Umm do you want to stay,” Aemond raises a brow. “I mean do you want to stay for a glass of wine.”

A soft smile comes on his face. “I’d like that but we are doing a red.”

You wrinkle your nose, but follow him into the kitchen. You were much more of moscato type of girl. Though you do know exactly what bottle to open; Alicent had bought the two of multiple bottles of differnt wine as a wedding anniversary one year. The Chambertin Grand Cru bottle was simple and dark.

“Did I tell you Aegon had to find a new therapist,” Aemond open the top shelf to pull out two glasses.

“I thought he liked this last one,” you frown, handing the bottle to him.

“Yeah… enough to fuck her.”

Your shoulders slump. As much you love Aegon, his ability to shoot himself in the foot is staggering at times. You always assumed that the band and the traveling exacerbated issues already there, but lately it seems like at the band kept him idle.

Aemond and you take the wine back into the living room.

“Ok, Lion King or Aladdin,” you hold the tapes up and Aemond laughs. “No, I’m seriously it’s either these or Richie Rich.”

He purses his lips as in deep thought. “Hmmm, Lion King.”

A part of you wants to make crude daddy issues joke, or even a weird uncle one but decide against it considering how the two of you are getting along.

You don’t remember when the two of you ditched the glasses are started drinking straight out the bottle, or when you transitioned from sitting to laying down. The movie had become background fader to your conversation.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” you turn your head. “You’ve always been hard on yourself, and music always ends up being good.”

“It‘s been shit, and I know it has. The amount of notepads I’ve gone through is ridiculous.”

When he leans over you to put the bottle back on the coffee table, his hair brushes against your face a bit and you get whiff of his cologne.

“And I played one of the songs for my mom. I could tell she hated it. She won’t tell me, she’s too nice to but I cou-“

You cut him off by pushing your lips on his. He makes a surprised noise before kissing you back.

“Are you sure?”

He whispers it against your neck. You know he’s trying to give an out. Instead of taking it, in an act of lust, you put his hand between your legs.

God…you’ll never learn.

You wake to faint sound of Stevie Wonder singing and the smell of bacon.

Clutching your head, you take in your surroundings. The pillows askew and the sheets enclosing the fort. You scramble to put on your dress.

You find in the Aemond in the kitchen, at the stove. You turn down the music on the radio in the kitchen. He turns with a uncharacteristically bright smile.

“Hey sleepyhead,” a sick feeling works its way into your stomach at the sight of him cooking. “I tried to see if Daella was awake. I think it was soda we let her have, she’s still out.”

A little of tension is released from your shoulders after he says that. She didn’t see him here this morning or you in this state.

“I was thinking that maybe later on today we can go downtown. I saw a new musuem opened, and I think Daella might like it.”

“Oh ummm ok,” you mutter, not really listening to him. “You just can’t be here when she wakes up.”

Aemond blinks, smile faltering a bit. He turns back to the stove to shut the gas off before giving you confused look.

“Why?”

“Because she’ll know you stayed over, and then she might think it’s going to a regular occurrence… which it won’t be.”

“I’m her father, what is wrong will her thinking I’m around,” he frowns.

“Nothing, but she’s gotten used to a certain way of things. I don’t want her getting the wrong idea,” your eyes flicker to the hall nearest the kitchen.

“Her or someone else.”

Your eyes snap back to him. The two of your stare each other down before Aemond scoffs, and moves past you towards the living area.

“I can take the hint. You got what you wanted and now I need to to go,” he leans down to put his shoes on.

“That’s not fair.”

“No, you begging me to fuck you then telling me to leave is unfair,” he grabs his coat.

A part of you is surprised by his outburst. You always assumed that ship had sailed for him; he did date someone immediately after the divorce. The divorce he caused.

“Just answer me one thing - was this to get back or something. Make me think something has changed just to rip it away.”

You open your mouth, then close it. Frankly, you don’t have good answer for what came over you last night. He doesn’t give you time to collect a proper thought, he just gives you a glare before turning and leaving.

Helaena has been giving a look that makes you anxious. Shifty eyes followed by a fake smile

The painting session with Daella had been a success, right down the stick figure she made of you. While she sits at the table, eating, Hel and you start to clean up the mess.

“What’s your problem,” you finally whisper. Her head whips up from the cups filled with stained water.

“Nothing,” she replies quickly. You can see the gears in her brain moving. She sighs before motioning to the kitchen. The two of you walk to dump the water out “We are back in a good place, and promised I wouldn’t let us get back to where we were, and especially not bc of dishonestly.”

Your brows furrow at her serious tone.

“Aemond called me yesterday,” you tense up as she eyes you. “He told me what happened this past Friday.”

Snitch.

“He sounded really upset,” continues Helaena, and you catch help but throw your hands up in the air.

“Was it right for me to do? Maybe not, but it takes two to do what we did,” you says exasperated. “Why is it always poor fucking Aemond.”

She looks taken aback by your ire towards him.

“Look I don’t want you guys to be upset with each other. You need to talk this out.”

Despite the anger you feel about him telling his sister, guilt creeps in. You wouldn’t have even thought out taking that far if you knew he would take it as an invitation to start something up.

You sigh. “Yeah, I’ll talk to him.”

You’re sure you will hear an earful at therapy. Perhaps you deserve it too. Helaena suddenly lets out a giggle.

“What?”

“It’s just… who needs reality tv when I have Aemond and you.”

You reach over a pinch her. She’s not wrong, Aemond and you are messes.

A constant cycle of mess.

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

Hi, Kat! Rotating that Itto thought you posted earlier; he’s usually someone who overestimates himself, overplaying into this “macho hunk” role. He claims himself invincible, truly the greatest, truly the strongest — no, nothing can touch him. I imagine this would probably prove a small hurdle when you first start scolding him for being so reckless; for getting himself so terribly hurt. He’d tell you it’s fine, he waves his hand and says it’s “barely a scratch” when he’s missing an entire horn. But after having experienced your warmth, after seeing your loving expression as you ask him if he’s alright, if he’s in pain — the way you take time out of your day to see to his wounds, to bandage his hurt, to personalise his otherwise boring casts and braces with reminders of your love, something in him… changes. Not that he’d admit it or ever show it if others are present. But, perhaps, in moments where it’s just you two, he can indulge himself by doing the absolute opposite of what he did before; playing into his injuries, whining about how much it hurts even if it doesn’t in hopes of catching your attention, and then basking in the softness of your touch when you do finally notice and tend to him.

HII LAPIS I forgot to respond to this 💀

He'd get so so like whiny about it "owww... that hurtsss...." "it's a scratch on your forehead." And I kiss it.

He lost his horn due to the Tenryou commission, one guards arrow just so happend to hit his left horn and it just popped off. He's so bold about it now, but behind his set up he made a grave for it 😭, and that's also how he lost his big tooth/tusk (oni teeth.) WHATEVER.

A teeth ref bc idk how to describe it. He has a wide wide smile bc of how his teeth r built so it shows off his gums

ANYWHOOO I wish in game it was more explored that yea he is dumb and plays up the macho man, I want to see him be vulnerable...

Maybe one day he pushes himself to far and basically breaks his back, and he's out for a good few days, if my insert was in game, you would see her most of the time with his head in her lap, sleeping away as she sews on his back brace, adjusting it and decorating it. He may play it up a lot so he can get special treatment from her

She is cold and coy but man she can't say no to her oni, that's just mean ((and he has done stuff for her, and she ain't a prick.))

[bi-the-wei]

For the sake of convenience, I'm pinning a rebloggable masterpost. Please let me know if any of the links break! ~*~ list updated 5/6/23 Newly-Added Posts in Bold

Extras:

Cover Page

Doodly Dump

SMOOCHIN IN THE WATAH 

No Thoughts. Only Wei Ying 

Sleepy Time

Sea Bunny Garden! 

Yell? At Wangji??

Fuck ‘em up, sir!

Half a Fish Man

Get off my Lawn!

My Spines are Venomous

My Spines are Venomous (Color)

A Wild A-Yuan Spotted!!

Chompers

Smooches!!

Legs for Days!

Goblin Man

You Liiiiike meeeee

More Smooches!!! 

EVEN MORE SMOOCHES!!

HIGH DEFINITION SMOOCHES (with some added spice)

What’s love without a little bit of murder? As a treat.

Oh~ I’m So Cold~ If only someone could warm me up~*

Not According to Keikaku

Sing Sweet

Snoozin’

⛥  ̷̦̍W̸̧͝h̷̥̕ȳ̶̙ ̵̫̃ỉ̶͎s̴̳͌ ̴̫͑į̵͆t̷̺̾ ̶̘̿s̷͚̉p̷̱̈i̴̟͝c̸̯̀e̸̛̖y̶͍̐?̶̤̉?̷̫̕?̷͔̃ ̸͈̓ ⛥

Mine now

Good Taste

Lonely

Like Father Like Son

CHOMPE

WangXian Portraits (color) 

Hypothetical Mer-Wens!

Hypothetical Mer-Wens! (color)

Indulgent Cuddling - NEW!

Baby WangXian:

Happy Family!

Mother’s Secrets

We’ll Protect You

Found 

This is not what I meant when I said I wanted another sibling

Scolded 

Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle 

Bath Time Fun!

Yelling 

The Madam Yu You Thought You Knew

I’m fine! 

Waiting for… something

Mother…. Mother I crave violence….

Mother said no… >:( 

No Pouts 

Fish Stew! 

Don’t Eat Your Cousin!!!!

Gotta Cheer Up Mama

Brotherly Love!

A-Zhan, what do you have?

Beware of Sea Dogs - NEW!

STOP. EATING. YOUR. FUCKING. COUSIN!!! - NEW!

He's gonna get bigger - NEW!

Bitch I told you! - NEW!

You can't eat violence. But you can try! - NEW!

Pre-Legs:

Grocery Shopping

Grocery Shopping (color)

Grocery Shopping Redux

Grocery Shopping Redux (Color)

We need to get closer - NEW!

We need to get closer (color) - NEW!

Once I saw a Fish Boy

Merji Spotted! / Leaving a Gift

Cute Boy Spotted

Cute Boy Spotted (Colored)

I think we’re dating?

Legs for Horny Reasons

You dare???

Gratuitous Merji for no particular reason 

I can’t protect them

Not a Fish

A Game Without Rules

Pining Away

Lovely Tears

How Many Pearls Before Married?

Soothing the Nightmares Away

Fish-Man Fishes for a Fisherman - Film at 11

The Risks of Being a Fish Out of Water

Begging

Longing

Waiting

I miss him…

Not asking for permission

Post-Legs/Healing:

The Price

A Call of Desperation

Watch Out!

Under the Rubble

A Comforting Caress

Guppy Eyes

Turns out my son is an idiot…

Happy Mama!

Sad Mama…

Bath Time Not Fun 

My Loneliness is Killin’ Me♪

Secret Treasures

Time is what you will pay

Pampered

Are ya winnin’ son?

No Answer

Missed Opportunities

Back Pain!!

A Helping Hand

Longing for the Sea

Sad Sing Wei Ying

Reunion

Reunion:

You thought???

I’m too sexy for my shirt

When do we get to see more Wens!

If You’re Not Wei Ying Don’t Flirt With Me

Flirting with the Merchant

New Legs - Who Dis?

YEET!!!!

You Okay, Dude?

Not How He Pictured It… 

Recognition 

Recognition in Color 

Rejected 

Wait!

Bitter Words and Bitter Feelings

Let me explain!

Pleading 

Guppy Eyes 2.0

Okay Fine

Reconciliation:

Nostalgic View

You think you’re SLICK???

I’ll Listen 

Talking it Through

Talking it Through (Color)

Can I See Them?

Scars 

My Choice

Take it Slow 

Question!

Comment t'appelles-tu?

Now you wait just a goshdarn second! 

A New Friend

Thugs and Ruffians

Raaaage

You wanna FIGHT, bro?

A Soothing Melody

Like, hardcore stabbed my man

Panic!!!! 

Bruh, he’s right there.

LanSplaining to Avoid Drawing a Fight

Sleeby Boi 

Awaken 

Hooray!! Owww

Drama! 

Even More Drama!

I have chosen this man to be my friend….

A Relieved Embrace

Undo her work and she’ll undo your life 

My Box!!

I have failed you 

Oh No! My Box! It’s Broken!

No Thoughts - Box Empty

Calm down they’re right here. 

Slight Misunderstanding

I’m a homman boi

Hmmm… Something doesn’t add up

You kept them?

Worried Mama

Were you sad? D:

Info Dump About Pearls

Could it be MianMian?

It’s Only Ever Been You!!

If you can’t handle the answer, don’t ask the question

Two Dumbasses sitting near each other. Will they kiss?

Tidying Up

Changing the Bandages

More Scars

Your Pain is Important

EMOTIONS!!

I won’t Cry

It’s Okay to Cry

Thanks Bruh

Meeting the Past:

The One Who Was Left Behind

Jingyi? In MY Merji AU???

Dressing Up

Mmmm…. Not Quite Right…

A Hairy Situation

Let it Go!

This one feels forced

Mother Knows Best

Begin Date Night!

Try it!

Wei Ying Likes That A Bit TOO Much

That’s using your noodle!

That’s using your noodle! (color)

Lookit! Loooooook!

The fuck is this friend-shaped thing?

YOU’VE NEVER SEEN A FUCKIN RABBIT BEFORE????

yOinK

Is he… y'know…?

Enjoying the View

Pretend that looks like a bunny. I was in a rush don’t judge me

Delighted!

I’ve lost track of my boy… Or maybe I never had track of him to begin with?

The chosen one

The Grand Master of  Cellular Technology

He’s so cute!

Bu-bump. Ooooh!

Shalalalalalalala Don’t Be Shy!

INTERRUPTED

The Duality of JingYi

Him Attac

If: Going to Bite; Then: Don’t

Who didn’t see Lan Zhan being a prince coming? No one? Good.

Cease and Desist

Does not Compute

Oh no! A Ouchyie!

Oh no! A Ouchyie! (color)

UNHAND HIM YOU HEATHEN!

UNHAND HIM YOU HEATHEN! (color)

Jingyi is stubborn

B-but.. but!!

Leaving so soon? D:

Well TOO BAD!

“We?”

You’re stuck with me now

Fish Fry Not Happy

Let me come with you

Returning Home:

Now’s our chance!

Wait a minute!

Muah!

I will wait for you

Dried out

Nope. Sorry

Fishy can’t swim

But I was supposed to bring you home

But I was supposed to bring you home (color)

Of course I miss you

Soothing Quiet

The fuq y’all crying for?

Guess he’s just a kid after all

With an entourage!

Wei Ying is having an emotion

You can’t stop us.

A SURPRISE A-YUAN!

PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME!

Poor Granny

The Fuq u so tiny for? - NEW!

That's not my name! - NEW!

They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard! - NEW!

Burn - NEW!

No touchy the ouch! - NEW!

[gaypirate420]

Traitor // Ben Florian.

Ben Florian x male!reader

Part 2

Tw: homophobia mmm cheating?

A/n:This variates a lot from canon.

Please reblog uwu.

You can find the re write here!.

Audrey was Ben's girlfriend just for the public eye, (y/n) and him are dating but Auradon is not a very open minded place so Ben's parents force him to have a relationship with Audrey, she knew about the relationship between Ben and (y/n), she felt really bad when she have to go out in fake dates with Ben and kiss him just to a bunch of people take photos of them.

Ben and (y/n) have been together for two years now, and it was (without the fact that is a secret) amazing, he is such a gentleman and a sweetheart, he loves giving his boyfriend presents and make him cookies some of them a little burn but he makes them with his hole heart.

This week has been really stresses full for (y/n) and for Ben, the VK's were on Auradon they seem to be adapting well, here is a fun fact about our boy (y/n), he was raised on the isle of the lost, but nobody knew this except King Adam, Belle , FG and Ben.

He was 12 years old when in the night some Auradon guards came from him, they said that his mother needed him, The White Queen, she wanted to see him after years of being apart, The Queen of Hearts kidnapped the little baby before she was send to the island.

Sometimes (y/n) misses the isle, not the place but the people, he was supposed to be a pirate with his friends and explore the seas, he didn't have opportunity to say goodbye to them.

When the VK's came to Auradon, (y/n) got really exited, he though that maybe his friends Uma, Harry and Gil or maybe someone from the ship will go out of that limousine, what did he got? Malsie and her gang, they used to bother him and his friends when they were little, he decided to forget the past and move on, for his luck they didn't recognize him at all, he had to change his style when he came to Auradon.

Now today him and Ben had a Tourney game , the brunette was acting a little weird before the game but (y/n) just thought he was nervous.

"Hey, Ben, are you ok?" The (h/c) haired man asked the prince, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"yeah, I'm fine (y/n)" Ben said with a little giggle, (y/n) gave him a little smile and pat him on the back.

Everything was going excellent, they won!, Then suddenly Ben grabs a mic, something unusual from him, he doesn't really love making a show, and he doesn't look relaxed like he usually do, Audrey and Chad looked at the (h/c) haired prince, he got closer to them.

"What It's he going to do?" Audrey asked , she was whispering, Chad got closer so he could heard what the princess was saying.

"I have no idea" (y/n) murmured, Audrey and him looked at Chad and he just shake his head.

"There's something I'd like to say" Ben said, everyone looked at him, the prince hearth stopped for a second, a couple of days before the son of Belle talked about making the relationship with (y/n) public.

"Give me an "M"!" He said.

"M!"

"Give me an "A"!"

"A!"

"Give me an "L"!"

"L!"

"What does that spell!"

"MAL"

"C'mon I can't hear you!"

"MAL"

"I love you, Mal, Did i mention that?" He said looking at the purple-haired girl that was on the crowd, the young prince gasped and runaway from the situation, he started to feel tears on his (e/c) eyes, Audrey saw him and started to follow him, she was noticed by the crowd and they make a "owww" sound, then Chad started to follow (y/n) too, Evie saw how the (h/c) haired prince was looking at the scene before he run away, his expression make her feel a little bad, the prince seem hurt.

"Give me a bit" (y/n) heard Ben's voice from the distance.

This can't be happening, yesterday he was the most loving boyfriend, he make plans for them on the weekend, he give his boyfriend a little love letter and some chocolates, what if all was an act? What if since Mal got here he started to go for her? Was it because with her he can be free? Did he got bored of (y/n)?.

"(y/n)! Wait, where are you going!?" Audrey screamed, the prince ignore her and continue to walk, he entered the school again, he go to the dorms and unlocked his door, he got into the bed and started crying, the princess and the prince looked thru some halls trying to find (y/n)'s room, they found it and opened the door and saw their friend crying his heart out, Audrey sat in the bed and started to pat the prince's back, Chad closed the door and kneel Infront of the bed.

"I don't understand" the (h/c) haired prince said sobbing, Audrey just looked at (y/n), Chad make a little whine and took a breath.

"You know, i saw Ben with the VK's , Ben talked about the game and that he was going out with you on saturday, but it wasn't like 'he doesn't know' cheaty kind of way it was more like 'my boyfriend who i love' you know it was your normal Ben" The (h/c) prince looked at his friend, he continued to talk.

"after that I left, but then Ben started acting a little bit odd you know? He looked anxious and hyperactive, what if something happen to him between the time he talked to the VK's and when we saw him in the game?" Chad said to the prince, Audrey looked at the door and gasped.

"What if the VK's spell him?" She said, Chad give her a look, (y/n) sigh and sat on the bed.

"Audrey, we know that you don't like the VK's , specially Mal but-"the son of Cinderella began to talk but got interrupted.

"No no no wait, i know i said some nasty things about the VK's but hear me out, Looney said that last night she was with the VK's on the kitchen, and she cried a little, Mal grabbed the tear and she swears that Mal put her tear on the mix they were making! Who does that? I'm pretty sure that was a spell!" Audrey said, she stand up and crossed her arms, the two princes looked at eachother, (y/n) was remembered his time with Uma, one day the boy saw her trying to do a love spell but I didn't work on the isle, he saw that the girl was making a dessert.

"it's a spell on any kind of food actually, it looks completely normal so nobody will suspect about it'

"A love spell" (y/n) said whispering.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/n: hey, this is part 1! This isn't a long chapter and there is not a lot of dialogue here as you see, it's just for give context to the story, it's more explanation that other thing, but chapter 2 is going to be longer and better an this one!.

Also there is not a lot of photos of Ben without Mal so yeah, i have to use some "aesthetic" or whatever is called.

[trentlife]

FAR AWAY TAA

request- you are jade from little mix & u are dating trent & ur currently on tour & he is with his football & he comes to see you on tour with alex and when ur touring in liverpool u go to a game! (just pretend jade is 23 lmao)

ngl this is a request I didn't see coming but I'm here for it!!!😭

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this was kinda out my comfort zone cause I didn't have a clue what to post lolll, but I hope this is kind of what you wanted!❤️

[nanamisflowerfield]

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It was a big day, well at least for Idia. After all it was his crush’s birthday! Scared and excited, he tried to prepare a gift for his beloved crush in secret.

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@teashopwritingzz I know I don’t have to do it, but I really really really wanted to give at least one small present to you! Because you totally deserve it!🥺❤️ Happy belated Birthday! I know that yesterday was your birthday, but I wasn‘t online yesterday due the post+ demonstration! D: I still hope that you had a wonderful day yesterday and today and the whole week! Stay safe and healthy too!!

Idia took a deep breath, staring at the list of gift ideas that you might like, but a small voice back in his head kept telling him, that you would never like any of those gifts. “I’m sure that (Y/N) (L/N) will like it!” His younger brother always said, but the tall dorm leader of Ignihyde was still pouting at his thoughts. If you would reject any of those, you would also reject his feelings. It would be like a critical hit, getting it from the most greatest SSR character ever. “If you are still unsure, you can watch them. Maybe you will figure out what (Y/N) (L/N) will like.” Ortho advised his big bro, who glanced over his shoulder to the only person he might listen to at this very important situation. “Maybe you are right…” Idia’s gaze wandered from his brother to the list he had on his phone. Headphones, phonecases, games, books and more were listed on it, but would you liked them?

“Owww! My paw!” Grim cursed the ground, after he fell down from the bed, being accidentally pushed down by you. “Sorry, Grim.” Apologizing by petting him on the head and promising to give him a can of tuna later, he halfheartly accepted your apology, walking with you to school for another mayhap exciting school day. “I will only accept it, because it’s your birthday.” The cat-like friend of yours, fummed, watching the Heartslabyul duo walk into your direction to greet you and wish you a happy birthday. “Trey-senpai even baked a cake.” Deuce told you, getting elbowed by Ace, who groaned at him that the birthday party should be a surprise, only to spoil it himself. “A surprise party…? I’m probably not invited…” Idia watched the screen, his eyes never leaving you, hopeful to get any informations of what you might wish for, while his fingers tipped on his keyboard, coding something he always had on mind.

As you wrote on paper everything important professor Crewel told the class, Ace drummed with his finger on the table, while Grim was half sleeping next to you and Deuce tried his best to be a perfect student. “Hey, can you read the list of invited students later on? Did we invite every friend of yours?” Deuce whispered to you, getting harsh words of the professor for interrupting the lesson. But every time Crewel watched away, you read all names of your friends on it, only noticing that one name was missing. The person you wanted to see not only through screen. Idia Shroud. But maybe he couldn’t come over or doesn’t want to for being such a shy and yet adorable being.

Surprisingly the day went on like every other day. You laughed, had fun, talked to your friends and went to the Heartslabyul garden, while wearing shiny bright white clothes to show the whole school that it was indeed your birthday, like many other students had to wear on theirs. It was a bit embarrassing to talk with plenty of students about your birthday, but it still made you happy nonetheless, even when you still hoped to talk on specific student of NRC on this very day. But he didn’t came, so maybe you should get your little present from him by visiting Idia. “That’s a great party, guys. Thank you all so much, but I will be gone for a short time.” You smiled at your friends, watching them having fun, eating delicious food and talking to each other.

Idia yelped as he heard a knock on the door. Wasn’t everyone gone and having fun right now? Who was knocking on the door? Arguing with Ortho with mere stares, the younger Shroud walked to the door, opening it to your delight and Idia’s dismay, as he stared at the door opening more and more and then- oh no, by the great seven, was it truly you?! You were supposed to be at your party, having the time of your life with your dear friends and not be here! Why were you here?!

Like a good child, Ortho greeted you, standing next to the door to give you some space to walk through the door to Idia’s room. While you were smiling at the Shroud brothers, Idia was sitting on his chair, turning around to hide his blushing face that got warmer by every second you stood there and talked to Ortho. The tips of his hair and ears were dusted cheek and he was sure, that some might compare to him to fresh cherries!

“Sorry to disturb you-“ You started, getting interrupted by Ortho, who dragged you into the room, telling you that you would never disturb any of those two. “Oh… Uhm… Alright.” With the same smile that Idia fell for, your eyes stared at his back. Oh, how much you had wishes to hold the introverted boy in your embrace, pat him and give him the love and affection he deserved. “I-I-It’s… alright…” Idia sputtered and stuttered, trying to avoid your gaze in fear that you might tease him for having a crush on you. He just couldn’t help himself. You were such a lovely person. So nice, helpful and that smile. He could babble around, what a great person you were in his boring shut-in life. That you were like the light in his dark life. A total ultra super duper rare card in the gacha games he keeps playing, being frustrated that he couldn’t get those cards, but at least could look at them on photos. “Am I creepy…?” Idia mumbled to himself, forgetting your presence for a second until you asked him to repeat it, after not able to hear it. “N-Nothing!”

Fortunately or mayhap even unfortunately, Ortho knew of Idia’s feelings and how much he had took a liking towards you, which is why he had asked you, why you were in the Ignihyde dorm. “Oh… I wanted to get my present.” The blue-haired tall student turned around, nearly shrieking in fear that you figured out, that he wanted to give you a gift as well like plenty of your friends, who unfortunately had gifted you many presents he had listed a couple weeks ago. “My present would be… to spend more time with you, Idia.” Your gaze wandered to the ground as your cheeks got warmer by your mere words and wish you had, not realizing that Idia’s face was mirroring yours at the same time your words had left your mouth.

That was a gift that he would love to give you every day as long as you wanted to have him by his side. His mouth opened slightly, wanting to talk, before you had asked him what he was programming right now as you took a look at the codes, ignoring the fact that a humming Ortho left the room, so he might not disturb you two love birds. “A g-game… I’m trying to make a small game I had in mind for quite some time.” He answered, staring at it once again.

“Have you finished it already?“ The bluehead nodded. “May I play it?” Mumbling a few words here and there, Idia hoped that his hair hide his flustered face, but he nonetheless let you sit next to him and play his selfmade game, even though he feared that you would reach the end of it and find out about his big secret he never wanted to reveal to you.

“Another level up. Great!~” You cheered, playing the rpg of Idia’s even though your friends might miss you during your birthday party. You should get back, but you couldn’t stop playing the game, after all you has nearly reach the endboss! “Is that a giant cat? He reminds me of Grim.” You chuckled, trying to defeat the endboss with the spells of the protagonist named Hadia. It was a cute game.

The plot of it was like plenty of other rpgs. The protagonist Hadia, a royal guy fell in love with Readi, a sweet princess who got kidnapped by the evil cat-monster Grimopy. Grimopy tried to be the strongest wizard and king and had plenty of henchmen like Dice and Acepo, which were quite strong enemies. Hadia had to train a lot and even gained the help of different wizards like Lio, a sleepy lion, Otto, a cute robot. Then there were Ralice, Tri, Phone-Addicted Rabbit, who still had no name, because Idia couldn’t find a good fitting name for the character. Marteus, Kala, Azure and many other characters and all of them reminded you of your friends. That meant that Hadis was probably Idia and the lovely princess Readi was… you. “Cute game.” You whispered to yourself, using the last spell to defeat the boss, watching the end scene of the rpg.

Hadis was rushing through the castle until he found his beloved princess. When he leaned down to kiss her awake with the kiss of true love, she woke up and they confessed their loves, swearing to each other to be together forever until they lives will end.

“I think I have a new ship.” You giggled, pointing at the protagonists, while you looked at Idia, the blushing mess. “I’m really glad that they are together. They are perfect and cute together. So sweet. I hope that my Hadis likes me as much as he does…” You commented, shutting his computer down, while Idia clenched his fists, knowing that you finally know about his feelings. “Come. We have to go to a party, Idia.” You smiled at the marveled dorm leader. “P-Party?!” Faster than he could expect it, you grabbed his hand in yours, pulling him away from his room towards the garden of the Heartslabyul dorm. “Oh, I like you too, my Hadis.” - “I-I like you too… my Readi.” With the other hand of his, he tried to hide his red face as you chuckled at him, happy that you finally can call him yours.

[tanzaniiite]

“ACCIDENTALLY” HITTING YOUR BOYFRIEND IN THE CAR TREND

w/ kuroo, kenma, asahi & bokuto

requests: OPEN

warnings: none!

i just watched a whole compilation of this and i was dying 🤣 i had to write this who cares that it’s 1 am

KUROO TETSURO

you’re probably picking him up from practice or something like that

when he gets into the car, he’s already suspicious bc tik tok is open

“we making a tik tok?”

“yeah, it’s nothing crazy tho”

he nods and puts his gym bag in the backseat

you tell him you need to get lipgloss before you start filming

kuroo just nods again before taking a swig from his water bottle

and so it begins

you grab your bag from the back and swig it hitting him dummy hard in the process

he has the most unimpressed look on his face and you try to keep your composure

“my bad baby”

“really? over some lipgloss?”

“what? i said my bad, why you tripping?”

kuroo just rolls his eyes and goes back to drinking his water

now you’re pouty cause he’s annoyed with you

and bc you’re petty like that, you go to put your bag back

but not w/o making a show of smacking him square in the face first

the min– the minUTE you turn back around

boom. this dude throws water on you

…

“TETSU WTF”

“oh. my bad princess”

i hate this dude istg

KENMA KOZUME

this poor bby

he just wants to play his game in peace

doesn’t even noticing you setting up your phone, he’s too engrossed in the game

you go and reach for your bag and hit him harder than expected oops–

he just touches the back of his head like ‘damn that shit hurted’

but other than that he just shakes his head and goes back to his game

you hit him again when putting your bag back

now he’s like !! cause wtf are you doing

kenma just looks at you silently as you “rummage” through you bag

eventually he goes back to the game thinking you’re genuinely hitting him on accident

you’re not getting the reaction you want so you hit him yet again

now he’s pouting a bit

“hey. are you doing this on purpose?”

🥺 ugh he’s baby

you feel sooo bad

so you lean over and peck his lips

“i’m sorryyy, did i hurt you?”

he nods a bit

“yeah, why is your bag that heavy anyways?”

oof i love him

ASAHI AZUMANE

y’all are on your way home from a fun day at the mall

asahi is exhausted but you decide to mess with him before you pull off

he also doesn’t see you setting up your phone cause he’s resting his eyes

tired boi

n e ways, you take out your car keys and smack him in the face with your bag when putting it in the backseat

ngl he was half asleep when you did that so it didn’t register properly

he’s kinda just like ??? but doesn’t say anything

asahi closes his eyes again and you reach over and smack him once more

now he’s awake

“you good hun?”

yes, he calls you hun figHT ME

“yeah, why?”

confusion x10

he just sits up and looks out the window

now that he’s awake you can get an actual reaction out of him

so you hit him in the face one more time for good measure

“owww”

asahi is just holding his face and looking at you with sad eyes

“aw, i’m sorry babe. are you okay?”

“no that really hurt”

i’m sorry but you just had to laugh

he sounded like a child

“hey! that’s not funny..”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

i believe bokuto is very well versed in tik tok

BUT his fyp is filled with the crackhead side of it so he doesn’t rly know to much abt couple trends

he’s seen a few but that’s it

n e ways, you’re picking him up from his house bc you promised to take him paint balling

your phone is already set up prior to him getting in car

he gets in and kisses you sweetly

“hey babe! i missed you!”

aww you love him so much

you almost feel bad for doing this

keyword: almost

while he’s talking your ear off abt only god knows what you swing your bag to the backseat

successfully smacking in the face while doing so

“ow!”

you stifled a laugh

“sorry kou”

he just nods and continues with his story

and so you hit him in the back of the head

“ow, babe!”

my guy looks like a kicked puppy

“what?”

“why do you keep hitting me?!”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry”

this shit is too funny so you do it again

now he’s whining, “babe!”

you’re full on laughing at this point not even trying to make it seem like an accident anymore

you keep hitting him

poor kou 😫

“why are you doing this?”

“chill–”

“OW”

long story short, he was pouting for the majority of the day

you had to apologize a couple dozen times and kiss his boo boos better

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[ynscrazylife]

Hey could.I perhaps request a Rebekah Mikaelson x Female human! reader who is Elena Gilbert's older biological sister and dating Rebekah (by a year) and is like all mature and responsible and Damon jokes about how she should let loose more and y/n gets competitive with him and they start drinking lots and y/n ends up drunk and she never gets drunk so Elena is very concerned and calls Rebekah who was out dealing with Klaus and when she comes back she slaps Damon? Lmao I think that would be funny! If u want to write it! 😊 hope this makes sense lol I love your fics!

Yes! Thank you so much for requesting, and thank you for the compliment. I hope that this is good!

A Drunk Gilbert

Summary: Y/N is Elena Gilbert’s older sister and she is dating Rebekah Mikaelson. After Damon challenges her to loosen up more, Elena calls Rebekah to take care of her drunk girlfriend.

“You know, Y/N, you really need to loosen up more,” Damon commented as he, Stefan, Elena, and Y/N sat at the Mystic Grill. The sisters were in the middle of a game of pool and the brothers were watching from a table.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she turned around to face him.

Damon smirked. “Well, little-miss-gets-perfect-grades, you need to have some fun! Stop being so serious all the time,” he said.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back to her and Elena’s game.

“What?” Damon asked, looking at Stefan and Elena. “Am I wrong?”

Y/N let out a small huff and Stefan shrugged and said, “Well . . . As much as I’d hate to say this, he sorta has a point.”

Y/N glared at Stefan. “Are you serious? Elena, tell him he’s wrong!” She said.

Elena glanced back and forth between her sister and Damon. Her silence said enough.

“Aha!” Damon exclaimed, standing up. “See, I am right . . . But I do have a way for you to loosen up.”

“Oh?” Y/N said, raising her eyebrows skeptically.

Damon walked towards her. “I bet that you can’t out drink me,” he challenged in a whisper.

Elena scoffed, knowing her sister would never-

“You’re on!” Y/N said, crossing her arms. She had always been the more competitive one of the two sisters.

Elena looked at Stefan and widened her eyes. She jerked her head towards Damon as if to tell him to tell Damon to call it off.

Stefan got the message. “Damon-” he began to say until Y/N cut him off.

“No, no, I’ll do it! If this is what it takes to convince you all I’m not uptight, then I’m in,” Y/N said, smiling smugly at Damon.

The younger Gilbert and Salvatore opened their mouths to protest but their older siblings were already going off to order shots from Matt.

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About an hour later and Y/N was properly drunk. She was giggling loudly at something Damon was saying, swaying in her seat. As another song came on, she suddenly stood up.

“I’m gonna go dance,” Y/N declared, slurring her words a bit. She grinned and went to take one last shot but that was when Elena intervened.

“No more shots for you, sis,” Elena said, standing up and taking the shot glass from her sister’s hand. The whole night she had been glancing at Y/N worridly, not quite thinking she’d actually go through with this challenge until she actually got drunk.

And Y/N never got drunk.

Y/N pouted when Elena took the shot glass and lightly pushed her back into her seat. “I’m going to go call Rebekah,” Elena told Stefan, grabbing Y/N’s hands as she went to grab more shots. “Please watch her.”

Stefan nodded and Elena got out her phone, stepping outside of the grill to call the blonde.

“What?” Rebekah asked curtly as she picked up her phone.

Elena rolled her eyes. “Hello to you, too,” she said sarcastically. “Look, Y/N is drunk. Will you please pick her up?”

There were a couple beats of silence. “She’s drunk?” Rebekah said, surprised.

“Yes,” Elena answered, exasperated.

Rebekah sighed. “I’m dealing with Klaus but I’ll be there as soon as I can. Mystic Grill, right?” The Original Vampire said.

“Yeah,” Elena nodded. They said their goodbye’s and Rebekah hung up.

Elena groaned as she re-entered the Mystic Grill. Damon was laughing his ass off as Y/N was leaning over the side of the bar, trying to get more alcohol. Stefan was pulling her back as Matt was just staring at her, dumbfounded.

Stefan finally dragged her away and got her back in her chair. Elena got her a glass of water and handed it to her, but Y/N, being annoyed, took the water and threw it on her sister.

Damon howled in his laughter even more and Stefan couldn’t help a slight smirk. Elena, on the other hand, was fuming.

“Y/N, you’re drunk,” Elena told her sister sternly.

Y/N giggled. “Nooooo I am not! You’re drunkkkkk!” She slurred, and then belted out the words to the song that was on quite loudly and off key.

Elena glared at her sister and that’s when Rebekah vampire-sped her way inside. She looked at the scene in front of her - her blissfully happy girlfriend, an annoyed and wet Elena, an exasperated Stefan, and an amused Damon.

“Okay, who got my girlfriend drunk?” Rebekah asked, looking at the two older Vampires and the Doppelgängers accusingly.

Stefan and Elena looked at Damon who looked at Rebekah, feigning innocence.

“What?” Damon said, and Rebekah walked right up to him and slapped him across the face. He almost fell out of his chair from her force, and Matt smirked in the background.

“Hey!” The brunette protested. “We had a drinking challenge! What was that for?”

“Next time, don’t get Y/N drunk,” Rebekah hissed at him.

“Now I need a shot,” Stefan said, reaching forward and taking one of Damon’s shots.

After swallowing, Stefan turned to Damon, confused. “This is water,” Stefan observed.

Elena became confused as well as Damon laughed loudly. “Okay, okay, you got me - I was never taking actual shots. I only wanted to see how drunk she’d get,” he said.

Everyone glared at him.

“So you just wanted to get my girlfriend drunk for your own amusement?” Rebekah asked him, becoming protective of Y/N, with a dangerous flare in her eyes as she crossed her arms.

“It is pretty funny,” Damon defended himself.

Rebekah opened her mouth to threaten him with a stake but then Y/N let out a loud yelp, crashing to the floor as she tripped over her own two feet.

“Owww,” Y/N whined.

Rebekah immediately forgot about Damon and sped over to her girlfriend, who had scraped her hands on the floor.

“Come on, love. Let’s get you home,” she said softly, pulling Y/N up with her.

Y/N nodded and giggled some more, the pain going away. “Shhhh!!! Don’t tell Bex, but she’s reallyyy pretty and I loveeeee her,” she said, reaching out to hold Rebekah’s shoulders as she bounced up and down happily.

Rebekah couldn’t help but smile and nodded. “I won’t tell her, I promised,” she assured her girlfriend.

“Gooddd,” Y/N slurred. She nodded and then, without warning, passed out.

Rebekah wrapped her arms around her as her body collapsed sideways, and lowered her to the floor so she could pick Y/N up bridal style.

“Damn, I did not think Y/N would get to the passing out stage,” Damon said as Rebekah carried Y/N.

Everyone ignored him and the blonde turned to Elena. “I’m taking her to Mikaelson manor,” she said, and the vampire sped away with Y/N in her arms.

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About five minutes later and Rebekah had laid Y/N down on her bed in the Mikaelson manor. She smiled at her girlfriend who was still sleeping, thinking about how beautiful and adorable she was, even when drunk. The Vampire leaned over and brushed some of Y/N’s hair out of her face before cupping her cheek in her hand. She was happy that she would get to take care of Y/N, even if she would have one hell of a hangover in the morning.

Ah, it seemed that Rebekah’s older sister, Freya, read her mind. (A/N: For the sake of the story let’s pretend Freya is here)

“I have a spell for that.”

Rebekah whipped around to see her sister leaning against the door, arms crossed.

“What?” Rebekah asked, confused.

“A spell to make her sober up,” Freya answered, inviting herself into the bedroom.

“Really?” Rebekah asked, and Freya nodded. Rebekah couldn’t but be a little protective and hesitent to let the Witch use magic on her Y/N, but protesting had gone out the window for the next thing she knew, Freya was chanting.

The lights briefly flickered and then Freya opened her eyes with a smile and walked away. “Thank me later!” She called over her shoulder.

Rebekah looked back at her girlfriend and carefully shook her awake. “Y/N, love,” she whispered.

Y/N let out a small groan before opening her eyes. She suddenly sat up, looking around. “Why are we in your room?” She asked Rebekah, thoroughly confused.

“Damon Salvatore got you drunk and I brought you home,” Rebekah explained.

Y/N frowned, only remembering bits and pieces from the night. “I don’t feel drunk,” she noted.

“Freya did a spell to make you sober up,” Rebekah clarified.

Y/N nodded and after a moment, she gasped in realization.

“I should get going. I’m so sorry to impose on you like this - I must have been such a burden to collect and take home. I shouldn’t have gotten drunk,” she said, getting her words out rather quickly. Y/N swung her legs over the side of the bed and went to stand up, but Rebekah stopped her with a chuckle.

“You’re not imposing, love, and you are most certainly not a burden. I love taking care of you, Y/N. Besides, I’m not mad at you for getting drunk . . . I’m mad at Damon for challenging you to a drinking contest and just drinking shots of water,” Rebekah said.

Y/N sat back on her girlfriend’s bed, taking the information in. “Asshole,” she grumbled, referencing the brunette Salvatore.

Rebekah chuckled. She turned around and rummaged through her dresser. “I’d love for you to stay the night, if you’d like,” she said, and then tossed Y/N some of her pajamas.

Y/N smiled at her girlfriend. God, was she in love. “Of course,” she said. “Will you get a movie started?”

[ppersonna]

the sheriff - knj | m

↳ summary- you’ve always had a soft spot for Kim Namjoon, the local sheriff.  seems like he’s had one for you, too.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

↳ word count- 6.8k (THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE I...)

↳ genre- smut, fluff

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), cowboy dirty talk, unprotected sex, aftercare, namjoon is a whole gentleman, we love to see it, period-typical gender roles, sex in a saloon, severe overuse of the word Darlin, artistic liberties on language used in the old west lol

↳ a/n- hello! welcome to my first (not so) drabble for Bangtan Rodeo!  this was requested by my angel dani @minloop​ who requested “ Howdy partner, Namjoon + saloon + sheriff 🤠” i hope you enjoy it love!  thank you to my soulmate @mindays​ for the amazing banner omg i c ry every time i look at it.  and thank you to @hobiance​ for making up this fun game, and for @mindays​ for beta-reading it!!  i also wanna shoutout my crew @ladyartemesia​ @xjoonchildx​ @taetaewonderland​ @kookiesjoonies​ who i would never write again if it werent for their constant hype.  I LOVE YOU ALLLLLL. 

What had started out as a pleasant ride through town on your father’s horse, Bang, turned into an absolute nightmare.

The horse had gotten spooked by some unknown creature, and reared up high, before taking off at a break-neck pace. Your screams were drowned out by the thunderous beat of the stallion’s hooves and the wind rushing by as the horse ran erratically out of the town and into the wilderness.

“Help!” You screamed, hoping someone would hear you. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you clung to the reins, skirt billowing behind you.

Bang the horse reared up again in a clearing, and this time it was no match for your delicate strength. You slid off the horse and landed hard on your back with an ‘oof’ before your vision went black.

“Hey, you hear me? Little lady?”

The voice wakes you, and you blink a few times. Sitting up, you wince at the stabbing pain that radiates through your body and hiss.

“Hey now, be careful,” the gentle voice speaks again. “Don’t get up too fast. Here, lay back down.”

Something soft touches the back of your head and you realize the kind stranger must have balled up some clothing for you to rest on.

The sun is still high in the sky and your vision is slowly coming back to normal, when you focus on the face of your savior—before nearly passing out again.

It’s the town Sheriff, Kim Namjoon. The very man you’ve harbored a secret crush on for years.  

You’ve watched him become a deputy and work his way up the ranks. He was a gentleman, and the bravest man in town. He battled some of the fiercest bank robbers and thieves in the county and always came back victorious. He was prime husband material.

That is, if you had ever spoken a more than a single word to him.

He’d work for your father on your ranch often, helping with mending fences or shoeing horses. He’d sit at your dinner table and graciously eat the soup, dumplings and pie you’d make special for him and thank you with a tip of his hat—then be off, back to saving the town, before you could even build up the courage to tell him ‘good evening’.

“How you feelin’?” He asks tenderly, cupping your cheek and pushing your mused hair behind your ear as best as he could.

It’s hard to speak—equal parts in pain from the fall and stunned from the beautiful man staring you down.

“H-hurts,” you whisper, licking your lips.

Namjoon’s eyes follow where your tongue trails over your chapped lips and swallows hard.

“I bet. You took quite the fall there.”

You close your eyes, remembering the terrifying moment you fell off. The horse had been so frightened, so ablaze...

Suddenly, you remember your father’s prize stallion. He had likely run off while you laid unconscious in the dirt.

“Oh, no!” Your eyes fly open. “Bang!”  You try to sit up, but Namjoon shushes you and gently guides you back down.

“He’s all right, miss.  He’s eating an apple, as happy as can be.”

“Oh, praise the lord,” you sigh. “Papa would tan my hide.”

Namjoon chuckles and nods.  

“Brave of you to take that beast out for a ride. You think you can sit up?”

You nod, and with his strong, gorgeous hands assisting you, you sit up straight.

He offers you the waterskin in his hands. “Here, have some water. You’ll need it for that headache.”  

“What headache—owww,” you groan as the sudden pounding in your head echoes the pounding of the horses’ hooves galloping out of town. Namjoon chuckles and pats down your hair—picking out dirt and leaves.

“Once you feel back to sorts, I’ll wrangle Bang up to my horse so you can ride with me, and I’ll take you home.”

The water from the skin is cool and you sigh as it coats your dry throat, eyes closing in bliss.  Namjoon keeps his eyes on you for a moment, watching the way you drink.  He nearly groans as a bit falls from your lips, trails your neck and down onto your pretty chest. It slips past your clothes, where his eyes can no longer follow it, and he shakes himself back to propriety.  

“Thank you,” you speak as you swallow the water and hand back the skin. “I needed that.”

Namjoon nods solemnly, tucking the skin back to his holster belt before standing up.

“You stay there and rest while I get Bang tied up, alright?”

You’re hopeless to deny any request from the handsome sheriff, and you’re nodding your assent before you try to fight back on feeling better.

Instead, you watch as the tall man stands and strides over to Bang, cooing gently at the enormous beast and patting his nose for a moment to calm any lingering nerves the horse may have.

Your mind wanders and you suddenly envision a future with the sheriff—watching him tend to your horses while you cook dinner and mind the children. You imagine him herding you into your bedroom and pushing you deep into your featherbed, dripping cock aching to slide into your warmth as he whispers how much he loves you into your ear.

You’re only snapped out of your fantasy when the man of your dreams approaches once more, a bridled horse at his side as he slips the reins through his own horse’s saddle to guide him back to town.

“You all right there, little lady? You looked a little dazed.”

Your cheeks heat and you nod, quickly trying to dispel the embarrassment.

He sticks his hand out and you watch as your small hand fits in perfectly to his grip, and he tugs you up with ease; the momentum of the pull has you being pulled directly into his chest.

“T-thank you,” you murmur breathlessly. The sheriff stares down at you, eyes fixed on your own before they glance at your lips as if it’s his last wish to press his own there.

He’s silent for a moment as he holds you against his chest, then rights himself and backs away.

“You’re welcome, ma’am. Glad to help.”

Namjoon lifts you onto his own horse and your heart stutters at the feel of his hands gripping your waist. It’s warm where he touches and you wonder what his hands would feel like touching you everywhere. You imagine his hands would feel like a dying campfire on your bare skin, deceivingly scorching hot.

He saddles up behind you and wraps his arms around you, gripping the reins as he clicks his tongue at his horse to start a slow trot back towards town.

The gentle trot of the horse makes your chest heave and fall, bouncing with each step the horse takes. Namjoon glances down and can see the way your breasts jiggle and bites his tongue.  You look enchanting—dirty skirt and ripped blouse from the fall. Namjoon only wishes he had been the one to dirty you and rip your clothes. His cock hardens against his will and he prays to god you don’t feel his arousal poking you in the back and prays he can get you to town before you realize and slap him into the next county.

And you definitely notice.

Your cheeks heat to hotter than the summer sun and you swallow hard to dispel some ache in your chest. Your core suddenly feels desperate for attention and you can almost imagine the way his hands would feel rubbing at your needy clit, whispering filth into your ear as he coaxed orgasm after sobbing orgasm from within you.

“Are you goin’ to the square dance tomorrow night?” Namjoon suddenly asks you, attempting to distract himself away from his rising cock.

In the chaos of your frightful ride out of town, and the bliss of being pressed up against the handsome sheriff, you had forgotten all about the annual square dance held at the town saloon.  Drinks, dancing, and fiddlin’ festivities were always bound to happen.

“Oh, it must have slipped my mind,” you say. “But, I suppose I could get Papa out of the house.  He has an eye on that new schoolteacher.”

Namjoon laughs, and it warms your heart. He’s taken special care of your father as much as you have ever since your mother died years ago.

“I think she has her eye on him, too.”

You hum, deep in thought of your lonely father, and Namjoon squeezes your hip with his free hand.

“Well, I hope to see you there.”

The blush returns right as Namjoon’s horse strides up to your homestead. Your father must have seen you coming and runs out of the house and down the steps to collect you.

“Oh, thank the good lord!” He breathes as he pulls you into his chest. You smile and return your father's warm embrace, suddenly feeling comforted.

“Sheriff Kim, I owe you a lifetime for rescuing my little girl.”

Namjoon smiles at you and winks, before looking back at your father and pulling his hat off tenderly.

“Just doing my duty, sir.”

Something twinges in your heart, as you’re reminded Namjoon saved you out of dedication to the badge than any memorable feelings towards you.

“Plus,” he continues. “It’s already a reward when the little lady is as pretty as this one.”

There’s that stupid blush again. Your father claps Namjoon on the shoulder and then brings the sheriff in for a hug, with a cheerful laugh.

“Now, you best be careful how you speak, son. I can’t threaten the sheriff with my .22 when he’s courtin’ my daughter.”  His demeanor radiates his joking manner with Namjoon, but the sheriff’s eyes still widen like he’s a teenager again.

Your cheeks, already pink, flame red with embarrassment.  

“Papa!” You admonish. “Leave Namjoon alone! He didn’t mean nothin’ by it!”

Namjoon’s smile fades back to a solemn and stoic look as he unhooks the stallion still attached to his own.

“Here you go,” he murmurs as he hands the reins to your father. “He’s just fine, too.”

Papa nods, and Namjoon replaces his hat and bows his head in acknowledgment.

“Good evening, sir,” he motions to your father. “And to you, miss. I reckon I’ll see you at the dance tomorrow.”

You nod, licking your lips again without knowing it. Namjoon begs his cock to behave, especially in front of your father.

“Thank you, Sheriff. And I reckon you will.”

He saddles up, and rides off into the sunset. Your eyes remain on his disappearing silhouette and your father fondly flicks your ear.

“That fellow likes you,” he nods at the retreating man. “And you just had to hold a candle for the goddamn sheriff.”

He ‘tsks’ jokingly, before slinging his arm around your shoulder and guiding you up towards the house.

“How the hell am I supposed to scare a boy off my daughter when he’s got more guns than me!”

You snort under your breath and lean into your father's hold.  

“Oh, Papa.”

You can hear the music pouring from the saloon the moment you walk up. Papa stands next to you outside and anxiously fixes his hair.

“You think Ms. Lainey will be here tonight?” He asks.  He tries not to look worried, but you can read him like a book.

Your hands smooth out his crisp, dress shirt and adjust his handsome bowtie.

“Yes, Papa. I reckon she will, lookin’ prettier than a sunflower.”

His eyes lock on yours, full of gentle emotion that you haven’t seen since your mother passed.

“You think this is fine?”

He looks concerned—worries he’s perhaps moving on too soon from your mother when she’s been gone and buried for years now. You can’t help but feel a bullet through your heart for the older man. He raised you to an adult, tended to an entire ranch, and maintained his sanity in the depths of his depression.

“Yes, Papa,” you soothe. “Mama would want you to be happy. I think Ms. Lainey is the perfect person to help you with that. Plus, I hear she makes a killer cornbread.”

Papa smiles and pinches your cheek gently.

“You’re just like your Mama,” he muses with a fond smile. “A smart ass. But a beautiful one.”

“Papa!”

“Hey,” he grins as he holds up his hands in surrender. “I’m not a liar. Now, let’s go in there and find that handsome sheriff, shall we?”

“Papa, please. Don’t embarrass me!”

“Well, too damn bad. That’s my job as your father.”

He pushes past you and through the swinging doors of the saloon.

Damn that old man.

Namjoon spies you the second you walk into the wooden saloon. You look like a princess, if he’s ever seen one.

Your blue dress hugs your curves just right and sweeps to the floor. It looks soft and Namjoon wonders what it would feel like under his fingertips. Tender, gentle, just like you.

He sets his bottle of beer down—he’s been nursing it for half an hour now, unwilling to get drunk or even tipsy tonight. Not out of some sense of duty—he had plenty of deputies around to keep the peace, but out of hope that you would come. He didn’t want to be drunk around you.  

He watches as you whisper into your father’s ear and gesture towards one corner of the room.  Namjoon tracks your gaze and sees you’re both looking at the new schoolteacher, Ms. Lainey who wears a pink blush that matches her pretty, pink dress. Your father kisses your cheek softly, before leaving your side and making his way towards the teacher.

Namjoon shoves the barely touched bottle of beer towards the barkeep, Jungkook.

“The hell you want me to do with it?” He asks incredulously to the sheriff.

Namjoon sends a look to his longtime friend.

“Fuck if I care, Kook. I’m busy!”

Jungkook grumbles under his breath as Namjoon turns away.

He weaves through the crowd towards you, keeping you locked in his vision. He hopes to keep you all to himself tonight, especially with you looking as ravaging as you do in that gown.

He nearly makes it to you when Jackson Wang slides in and wraps an arm around your waist.  He can see your face fall when you realize who it is. Jackson is your ex-boyfriend, and a shitty one at that.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he attempts to woo. “Let me have just one dance.”

“I said I’m not interested, Jackson.”

“Oh, I know you said that, but I don’t think you meant it.”

Namjoon clears his throat from where he stands behind you. You both turn in surprise towards the officer.

“I think the lady said what she meant.”

Jackson narrows his eyes at Namjoon and grips you tighter.

“And who the hell do you think you are!”

Namjoon opens the coat of his suit, giving Jackson an eye-full of the loaded revolver clipped to his side.

Jackson seems to get the picture and shoves you off him—Namjoon is quick to steady your uneven gait from the assault.

Namjoon whistles for Jimin, his deputy, and instructs the eager young officer to escort Jackson off the premises.

“You’re lucky I’m not having him take you to the Big House tonight.”

Jackson rolls his eyes and spits on the floor at your feet.

“Fuck you, Sheriff.”

Jimin shoves Jackson out the door and follows him out to ensure the man stays well-away from the dance tonight.

Your eyes are downcast when Namjoon returns his glance at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmur. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

The sheriff hushes you and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, just as he did before when he found you lying on the ground.

“Now, now,” he whispers as he steps closer. “I don’t want to hear none of that talk. You didn’t do nothin’.”

He slips a finger under your chin and brings your face to peer at his own. The violins change their tune from carefree to a soft ballad.

“Care to dance?” He offers.

You smile and nod after a beat of silence, taking his proffered hand and slipping your other to hold on to his firm shoulder. He looks handsome in his suit, much different from the Wranglers he wears to work. This suit is cream, and feels like fine silk under your fingertips. You wonder if he ordered it from the general store or if he rode his horse to the big city for it. It fits him like a glove and you silently thank the town tailor for his work, allowing you a tease of the man’s brilliant muscles and toned body under his clothing.

Namjoon’s hand slides around your waist—attempting to remain as proper as he can. He doesn’t want to give the town anything to gossip about, but the way your dress and waist feel underneath his palm make him nearly forget all his manners. His mother would kill him if she saw the way he continued to press in close to the woman, hoping to feel her bountiful chest press against his own.

“I’m glad you came,” Namjoon breathes as your feet move in time with his. “I was worried you weren’t gonna show.”

Your cheeks tickle a rosy hue, and Namjoon nearly melts.

“I’m sure you would have found another lucky lady to dance with.”

Namjoon hums as he spins you around, grip tightening on your waist.

“Maybe so,” he agrees. “But they wouldn’t be the girl I was hopin’ to dance with.”

Your throat feels tight.

“And who might that be?”

“The girl I’m dancing with right now.”

Something within you burns like a roaring flame, and you push forward to press your lips to his own. It stuns Namjoon; he doesn’t move until his brain finally catches up and he’s kissing you in return, deep and passionate. He pulls his hand out of yours to wrap around your waist completely, bringing you up to his chest as his tongue prods for entrance at your mouth.

You eagerly accept him, allowing his tongue purchase in the hot cavern of your lips, and you whine needily against him as you feel a bulge grow between his legs.

“Sheriff,” you whisper, pulling away from his lips.

“Namjoon,” he breathes desperately. “Please, call me Namjoon.”

“Okay, Namjoon.” He smiles and dives in to kiss you again when you pull away.

“Please, Namjoon, can we go somewhere else? Papa’s here…”

Your cheeks are red-hot and Namjoon chuckles, glancing around. Your father is busy enough as it is, dancing with the schoolteacher but he nods.

He grabs your hand and tugs you towards the bar, getting Jungkook’s attention.

“You back for that beer?” He asks with a grunt.

“Nah, gimme the key to a room upstairs.”

Jungkook eyes you standing behind the sheriff, bashful.

“Can’t even wait to get her home, now? Ain’t that the rancher’s daughter? He’s right over there! You’re really going to--”

“Jungkook!  The key, please!”

The barkeep rolls his eyes as he digs under the countertop for a large skeleton key and slides it to Namjoon.

“Down the hallway, first door on the left. The presidential suite.”

He winks at the sheriff who rolls his eyes and drags you up the stairs. You pray to any god listening that your father remains distracted with the schoolteacher.

Namjoon unlocks the door and allows you to enter first, giving you a chance to glance around the spacious room. There’s a copper bathtub, a fireplace, and a large feather-bed that looks divine.

“Wow,” you whisper. “Never been in a saloon bedroom before.”

Namjoon chuckles as he sets the heavy key on the dresser, loosening his tie.

Suddenly, you’re nervous. The implications of being here have your hands trembling and body feeling flustered. You’re not the kind of girl who fools around, nor are you the kind to simply open her legs for the first handsome officer who looks her way. You hadn’t even gone all the way with Jackson when you were with him. Now that it’s happening, you wonder if you’ve gotten far too ahead of yourself.

Namjoon notices the look on your face and crosses the floor easily to cup your face between his palms.

“Hey now, why the long face?”

Your eyes peer into his, shame washing over you. You want so badly to lie with the man in bed, in every sense, but you’re terrified.

“I’ve…” you swallow hard. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

The sheriff smiles and rubs under your eyes with the pad of his thumb. It’s comforting and having him this close to you makes your body feel like you’re close to the hearth of a fireplace.  Warm, soothed.

“And you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do, little lady. Thought we should just get out of the crowd.”

Your heart feels like it may just beat out of your chest completely. Namjoon is holding you, staring at you like you’re a treasure.  

“I want you, Namjoon. I’ve wanted you my whole damn life.”

Namjoon brings his face right up to yours, lips a mere breath away.

“And I want you.”

You close the space between your lips, finally re-acquainting yourself with his taste and the feel of his plushy mouth against yours. He tastes like hops and sweet mint. Your hands slide down to claw at his sides, gripping the fabric of his coat jacket in your balled-up hands.  

The kiss doesn’t remain chaste for long. You’re soon pushing off his coat, tugging down his suspenders and unbuckling his pants.

“Easy there,” he whispers as your hand tugs at his boxers. “We have all night.”

Inhaling through your nose, you nod. He’s right. There’s no reason to rush into this.  

“Plus,” he adds. “It’s not very fair that I’m nearly stark naked and you’re still in this pretty little number.”

Namjoon kneels down, thick fingers untying the laces of your heeled boot, and holding your ankles stable as he slips them off your feet.

He kisses your soft ankles, presses his lips to your shins and calves as if he’s worshiping you.  He thinks this is better than Sunday service, anyway.

The sheriff stands back up and his fingers move around to the back of your dress, easily finding the zipper and tugging down ever-so-softly. The fabric comes off your shoulders without issue, and soon pools at your bare feet. His eyes are soft as they travel over your body, left in only your silk panties and brassiere.

“There.” He whispers it like a prayer. “You’re so beautiful.”

The tone of his voice makes your body feel like it’s blazing—like the fire of whiskey as it pours down your throat. It burns, but it warms every single inch of you from the inside out.

“Namjoon, I don’t just want you for one night.”

Your anxieties pour out of your mouth with little thought. You wish you could hold back, just enjoy the moment. Your stomach twists and turns as he unbuttons the dress shirt and keeps his eyes locked on yours.

“That’s good,” he nods. “Because I don’t want you for one night, neither.”

Your hands slip onto his bare stomach, pushing the sleeves of his shirt off. His skin is hot, and firm. He feels like a dream. The shirt comes off easily and you gape at the artwork that is his chiseled chest.

“Oh my,” you gasp. Namjoon preens, enjoying your shameless gaze.

“All of this is for you,” he murmurs gently, watching the heated stare pull from his pecs to his eyes.

“M-me?”

He nods again and fingers the strap of your bra.

“I want you to be my girl,” he says. “I want to come home from a hard day and see my lovely little wife in our home. I’ll even get you a horse.”

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face.

“One that won’t buck me off in the middle of nowhere?”

He nods, slipping the strap down your shoulder.

“And if he does, your strong and handsome husband will be there to rescue you, every time.”

Your tongue soothes over your kiss-swollen lips as you listen to him and allow him to slowly remove your remaining articles of clothing. The bra straps fall off your arms easily and you let him work his hands around your back to undo the clasp.

“I want to make love to you every night,” he breathes. “Maybe get you nice and pregnant with my child.”

Your bra falls to the floor and his warm hands rub at your stomach, where a swell could be.

“Would you still help Papa?” You ask, hazy and dreamily.

“Every day, darlin’. I’d be the best son-in-law. Give him grandbabies to spoil rotten.”

He doesn’t say anymore—he couldn’t if he tried. Your lips are smashing against his and you’re pressing your soft, bare breasts to his firm chest and his mind is actively shutting down. All he can think of is you, your body, your hands, your mouth, and most of all, that sweet cunt. It’s still hidden behind a layer of silk, but he knows it will be the dreamiest place he’ll ever be, and one he doesn’t intend to leave often.

“Will you take me home tonight? To your home?” Your eyes are hopeful as you pull away to question him. Something about it all makes you want to make love to him all night long, in his bed. You want to wake up with him in the morning and cook together, only to get distracted and make love again on the kitchen table.

“I would love to.”

Your hands push down his pants and you’re gasping as his hard cock springs free from the slacks. It’s thick, and it slaps at his stomach once, leaving a smear of slick wetness where it hit.

“Lay down, princess,” he murmurs into your ear, tucking a piece of hair behind. It seems to be his trademark, and it sends shivers down your spine.

You obey wordlessly, laying back onto the bed and resting your head on the fluffy pillows.

Namjoon stands above you and gazes at your form, allows himself to breathe in the vision of you, nearly naked and waiting for him.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers over you, fingers trailing up your soft legs before rubbing at your clothed core. There's a patch of wetness there, and your trembling whimper tells Namjoon you’re just as eager as he is.

He settles himself in between your legs and inhales the scent of your pussy. It smells of fine silk, and of your arousal. You’re embarrassed, he can tell as your legs threaten to close, but he moves his hands to your thighs and holds them down as he licks a fat stripe up your soaked panties.

“Mmm,” he breathes. “Delicious.”

Your legs are trembling now and he flickers his eyes up to yours, gauging your reaction. Your head tips back in bliss, hands cupping your breasts.

“Do you like that, darlin’?” He asks.

Your head tips back down to stare at him, heat shining in your shimmery orbs.

“Is this okay?”  He wants to know you’re just as eager as he is and has no interest in taking advantage.

You nod pathetically, legs spreading open further for him.

“I want you.”

Namjoon lets his fingers run up to the top of your panties and keeps his gaze on yours as he peels them down and off your legs.  They’re drenched, and he whines when he uses two fingers to open your lips further and expose your soaked hole.

“Shit,” he grunts, tentatively kitten licking your sensitive clit.  

It sends radiating static and shock through you. No one’s ever touched you there—no one but yourself on lonely nights with dreams of the handsome sheriff.

Namjoon catches your hitched breath, your shuddering sighs, and continues gently.  His tongue licks tiny stripes up and down your quaking clit and enjoys the way your arousal seeps out of you.  He knows you’re a virgin, knows he needs to take his time to open you up for him.  And he plans on making it an experience you never forget.

“That’s right,” he breathes as he pulls away and licks his lips.  “My girl doing so well.  You like it when I lick your pretty clit?  Does it feel good?”

You nod your agreement and open your mouth to respond, but Namjoon quickly places his lips over the sensitive nub and suckles gently.  Your words turn into a throaty scream, back arching impossibly at the sensation.  

He brings a hand up and teases your slit with a finger as he introduces you to a new world of sexual awakening.  His tongue roves over your clit as he keeps a constant vacuum seal around it with his lips.   Ever so gently, his finger prods past your folds and slips inside the wet heat of your channel.

His cock leaps at the sensation on his finger.  You’re impossibly tight and drooling with juices and Namjoon’s tongue moves from your clit to lap at the slick.   You taste so sweet.   He can’t wait to acquaint himself with every inch of your body, especially the sweet spot here between your thighs.

“Oh! Oh, God!” You scream as your tug at your nipples.  Namjoon can tell by the tightening of your channel you’re near the edge.   He slides another finger in and fucks you gently with them, spreading open your heat ever so slightly so the stretch of his cock isn’t so hard to take.  

“Cum for me, baby,” he coaxes.  “Fall apart for your sheriff.”

Your eyes squeeze shut tight, stomach flexing hard as the band within you coils tighter and tighter until it blissfully snaps and your core is pulsating around his fingers like a grip.

Namjoon groans with your pretty cries of pleasure, watching the way your cunt milks his fingers and drools juice.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers as he gently pulls his fingers from within you.  “You did so well.”

Your blush on your cheeks matches the rosy hue on your chest as you pant—attempting to bring yourself back to earth and right your breathing.

“That—, that was amazing.”

Namjoon presses one solid kiss to your thigh.

“You, my love, are amazing.”

You’re lifting yourself up on your elbows to peer down at him, whining gently for his attention.

“Will you kiss me, Namjoon?”

“I’ve got you all over my lips,” he says but you shake your head.

“Kiss me.”

Namjoon nods and crawls up your body, eagerly pressing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss.  It’s intimate, and fiery as much as it is gentle and exploratory.  Namjoon kisses you like he found the girl of his dreams—because he has.

After long, blissful minutes of rolling around in the bed with his lips attached to yours, you pull away and glance at his hardened cock.

“I’ve never,” you swallow as you allow your fingertips to graze the tip.  “I’ve never put one in my mouth before.”

Namjoon’s sensitive glaze over his eyes returns.

“You don’t have to, darlin’.”

“But I want to.  Will you let me know if I do something wrong?”

He nods once, and you adjust him to sit at the head of the bed, back against the headboard while you crawl down between his legs.

You allow yourself a few, long moments to simply stare at his length.  It’s hard, flushed with excitement, and drooling a substance from his head that makes your mouth salivate.  It has a soft, gentle curve to it you can only imagine will feel like heaven inside of you.

“You like it?”  Namjoon asks gently, without pride.  He looks sincere, like your opinion on his cock matters to him.

“I love it.”

You mouth at it gently, before opening wide to accept him in.

“C-careful, darlin’,” Namjoon warns. “It’s big—might not fit in your throat.”

Your eyes simper up at him for a moment, before you continue your plight and accept his length into your mouth.

You take it slow, torturously slow to him.  You take your time to get acquainted with the feeling of his cock filling your mouth before you continue to take more and more until all at once he’s at the back of your throat and your nose is pressed to his toned abdomen.

Namjoon whines out loud, feels his brain turn to mush and his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

“Good lord,” he whispers.  Your eyes are watering with tears and your gag reflex protests against the intrusion, so you quickly pull back out.

“Did I do okay?” You ask.

Namjoon’s cock throbs where it sits, right at the tip of your lips.

“You did fucking perfect, baby.”

It’s easy to see the pride flash across your face and you move to accept him all at once but he stops you.

“Don’t hurt yourself, doll.   You can just move your mouth on it.”  He grips the back of your head ever so gently and helps you descend, taking just enough to fill your mouth before he assists you in pulling back out.  “Mmm, yeah, like that. Hollow those cheeks—shit, you’re a natural.”

You preen and bob on his length without the guidance of his hand.   He drops his hands to push the hair from your face and as you work his cock in your mouth with surprising finesse.   A groan builds deep in his chest and he can feel his balls tighten and threaten to empty onto your pretty lips.  But, he can’t have that.

He taps your cheeks gently, forcing you to look back at him.  He nearly cums from the sight alone.  Your big, beautiful eyes staring into his soul as if he’s lasso’d the stars just for you.   Your mouth is full of his cock like it’s your home and Namjoon knows that it’s everywhere he wants you to be.

“I wanna cum inside that sweet pussy of yours, darlin’.”

You pull off with a pop, eyes widening at the sound and Namjoon thinks you look prettiest with a dusty blush across your cheeks—a color that matches the pink of your perky nipples.

“Lay down for me, baby,” he encourages, moving from the spot on the bed and allowing you to rest your pretty head on the down pillow.

He kisses over your neck and breasts sweetly, imprinting his adoration for you with each press of his lips.  He laves over your nipples gently as he situates himself between your thighs.  His hand grasps his cock and lines it up at your entrance, but doesn’t push in yet.  He allows your dripping slick to coat the head of his cock as he warms your body up with his lips.

“You’re the prettiest girl in town.  Hell, even the whole county.”

You whimper gently as he takes a nipple into his mouth and grazes it with his teeth.  

“You wanna be my girl?  You wanna be the Sheriff’s little wife?”

You nod and Namjoon peers up at you, eyes expectant for a verbal answer.

"Please” you whisper.  “I’ve been sweet on you since I first met you, years ago.”

The sheriff licks your nipples gently.

“My pretty wife,” he coos.  “You ready?”

Your legs tremble—a mixture of nerves and excitement as the man lifts himself up and kneels between your parted folds.   His cock feels thick and hot at the entrance of your heated core and you’re gasping for more.

Namjoon presses forward and takes his time as he enters you, knowing the stretch will be new for you.  He leans down to kiss your lips gently as he moves in, hoping the sweetness of the embrace will soften the sting of his cock.

It feels like heaven and hell.  The sting burns you, but it easily simmers down to a low flame of desire, of pleasure.  Namjoon licks into your mouth and you eagerly accept him, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer.   His tongue explores and seeks purchase—you’re loath to deny the handsome officer as you return the actions easily.

He pulls his lips away as he bottoms out inside you, panting.  He needs the stillness, himself.  Your cunt is so tight, so hot and accepting of his hard cock that he feels near the edge of his sanity already.  

“You all right, love?” He asks, eyes checking yours for any signs of trouble.  

The burn quickly ebbs away to nothing more than a slight smolder.  He fills you completely, and it feels like he’s making a home for himself within you—one you’re welcome to him constructing again and again.

“Yes,” your voice is deep and husky.  Your eyes are ablaze with a sudden passionate need for more.  “Please, show me how it’s done, cowboy.”

Namjoon needs no more—he pulls his hips back gently and thrusts back into you with ease.  You’re soaked, and the slide is tight, but slick.  He moans gently as he drops his head to your ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin there and to whisper his sweet nothings as he sets a pace.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers.  “God, I’ve dreamed of the way you would feel underneath me.”

Your legs open even further to allow more of him and his pace eagerly picks up speed. The sound of skin slapping on skin soon fills the room and Namjoon continues his litany of love.

“Doin’ so good for me, baby, so fuckin’ good. You’re the perfect little wife for me. This cunt was meant for me, wasn’t it, my sweet?”

Speaking coherently is not a task you can handle now.  Namjoon’s cock is fucking into you with a depth and speed that feels like fucking paradise and all your brain can comprehend are his sweet epithets he whispers to you and the way your core burns and sizzles with need.  You can feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tight, tight, tighter.  You’re nearly at the end.

“I wanna fill you up, my love.” His pace is becoming erratic, with less finesse as he charges towards his own finish line.  “Going to fuck a baby into you, darlin’.  Get you nice and full—fuuuuck, cum for me, please.  Let me feel that hot cunt cum around my cock.”

His words burn your ears with depravity, but it only forces that tight coil even further.  It pulls until it nearly steals all the breath in your lungs as it throws you over the edge.   Your walls pulse and constrict around him, making him whine out loud to match the crying whimpers of your climax.

“That’s my girl, oh god, I’m gonna cum.”

It’s all the warning you get before the hot stripes of his seed plaster your walls, coating each inch of you with a warmth that pools deep inside you.  Your whines silence as he presses his lips to yours while his cock continues to shudder within you.   He kisses you hard, deeper than you’ve ever been kissed before and you hold him so close to you, you fear you may never separate again.  Not that it would be a bad thing.

“Shit,” Namjoon sighs as he finally feels his climax subside.   His cock finishes its weak pulses, and he gently pulls out of your spent hole, watching his seed drool out of you.  

“Mm, I think your little pussy needs to look like this every single night, don’t you?”

You peer down, leaning up on your elbows to watch as his white cum dribbles out of you and onto the feather bed.

“Yes, Sheriff.”  Your smile is coy and sweet, a hint of humor in your worn out voice.

He scurries to the bathroom to get a warm, wet flannel and returns to your legs to clean you carefully.  Your heart feels like it may burst. He cares for you so sweetly, wants you comfortable—wants you to feel loved.

“Take me home, cowboy,” you whisper as he presses his lips to your legs after he finishes cleaning you.  

Namjoon assists you in dressing, kisses all over your bare skin as he laces you back into your dress. You both can’t stop staring at each other, eyes filled with promise and a future full of each other and no one else.

He guides you down the stairs, back towards the dance and you try to fight the blush that blooms on your cheeks.  You’re sure your mused hair tells everyone in the room what you got up to upstairs, and you pray your father has left early.

Namjoon slides the key back to Jungkook once they reach the bar, his other hand tightly laced with your own.  Jungkook gives you both a look, then smirks.

“Your Papa asked your whereabouts,” he muses as he dries a glass with a rag.

His smirk grows wider.

“Told him you were shining the Sheriff's gun. Looks like I was right.”

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