#please dont feel apologetic over your own tastes

[hobbitpunk-dreamer]

Note: these song links below are to Invidious frontend instances that point to YouTube videos.

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Strawberry Flower - Namida ga Afureta (from Pikmin)

Namida Ga Afureta ("The Tears Overflowed") is a relatively rare piece of music that serves as the B-side of the single Ai no Uta by Strawberry Flower. While the lyrics to Ai no Uta focused primarily on the Pikmin and their conveyance of unconditional love toward Captain Olimar during his quest to return home, Namida Ga Afureta is phrased more from Olimar's perspective of the Pikmin as well as how he feels about them - which in turn seems difficult for him to express. In this song, the sorrowful space captain deeply regrets never telling the Pikmin that he loved them before departing back to his home planet of Hocotate. [Pikmin Wiki / pikipedia]

[subtitle version, english cover over Japanese original, slowed with reverb, original]

This is an alien man's song about the plant people (Pikmin) from an earth-like planet (PNF-404) that are helping him return home. Captain Olimar crashlanded on the planet and can't breathe it's oxygen- but the Pikmin are helping him gather the pieces of his ship so he can go home.

404 is common digital code for something not being found, like how Captain Olimar can't find the words with which to tell the Pikmin that he loves them.

The Tears Overflowed can be a song by which you remember to try to convey your love- for those around you that help you feel found and for the Earth (and its plants) that helps you live- in however appropriate ways you can, while you can. This song can also be a song by which you remember that it's okay to cry and mourn.

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C418- Sweden (Calm 3) - Minecraft

[original, Smooth Mcgroove cover]

Minecraft (Survival mode) is a game about surviving the night. Sweden is one of the tracks that suddenly plays after a long, random period of silence.

So to me, this track is like the dawn breaking after a hard night, like the sun leaving the clouds that were blocking you from seeing it. It is a song that gives me hope, a song that fuels my resilience; I have heard it countless times, and I will hear it countless more times.

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(This one is animated video, but the audio plays as ambience)

The Line (& Waffle To The Left) - Dear Alice (Decommodified Edition - Solarpunk ambience with no ads) [link]

"The solarpunk-inspired 'Dear Alice' commercial produced by the animation company The Line for [Company] is one of the most beautiful depictions of an ecological future I had seen, except for one glaring thing: it was an advertisement for a dairy company, and my solarpunk vision doesn't have either of those things. Neither is compatible with the 'degrowth' economic model outlined by people like Jason Hickel, not with the ethic of an ecological society described by social ecologists like Murray Bookchin. In light of that fatal flaw I decided to paint out all of the branding and recreated the sound design so that solarpunks like myself can enjoy this beautiful world without having to invite the ugliness of capitalism into it. Enjoy!" - Waffle To The Left

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Various Artists- Solarpunk : A Possible Future

[YouTube (invidious), BandCamp]

Solarpunk is a dream, is a speculation, a science fiction - yet, it's a possible future. It's not retrofuturism, but instead a vision of how can we get there, to a better world. It is in our power to change the way we live, to think different, to abolish any kind of domination between ourselves and above nature. We have all the means to build a new kind of society: compassionate, ecological, inclusive for all cultures and identities, decentralized and free of political manipulation. Hi-tech may and should co-exist with the biosphere and we have the most powerful source of energy for that - our Sun. Let it shine our way as we look into the future!

Info on Solarpunk:

More info:

Solarpunk: Notes toward a manifesto by Adam Flynn

Solarpunk Manifesto

Solarpunk: A Reference Guide

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The Various Artists and their songs (with timestamps)

00:00 ECOLOGY141 - ASSET 4

01:22 Bubble Keiki - Network Gardening

10:00 暗号零 - Guardian

14:17 Dream Seeds - Earth View

19:30 [yourdiscovery aesthetically spaced] - Spirit Of The Moon

25:12 PJS - Blend

27:35 zkribblez - plantronica

31:47 ExMemory - Skyriding

37:47 Lunitas - Rayos de Sol

43:15 Light Blending In - Snowy Sunset

45:06 bezvlastje - Prostor

51:36 Tim Six - Recreational Zone

57:57 Cyber Surfer 3D - Eco Transit Center

1:03:09 [Moonlight Temple aesthetically spaced] - Light of the Rising Sun

1:07:45 [Soarer aesthetically spaced] - Ode To Mother Nature

1:10:57 from tokyo to honolulu - Fantasia 24

1:17:40 Second∞Sight - Tomorrowland

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See also:

Global Pattern: Solarpunk: A Brighter Perspective

Vapor Memory: Solarpunk Mix

Zerofuturism- A couple of days in The Bright Future (3 Hours Ambient)

Zerofuturism - Solarpunk: A Bright Perspective (3 Hours Relaxing Ambient)

The Lord of The Rings: The Two Towers - The Tales That Really Matter

(I'm not going to go through the description of those videos/listen to all of it at the moment.)

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Solarpunk playlist

Okay, I’m setting up a playlist in media player for music that I think would be either inspirational for solarpunk writing or would actually turn up in the setting. I don’t seem to have as much in my library as I’d like yet, so I figured I’d ask all the solarpunks here and see what ideas they have. Here’s what I’ve got so far:

Justin Godfrey (or pretty much any hang drum music) The Mummer’s Dance - Loreena McKennitt Summon Wall and The Summoned One - Nobuo Uematsu (Final Fantasy IX soundtrack) Still of the Night - Hiroki Kikuta (Seiken Densetsu 2/Secret of Mana soundtrack) Level Up - Vienna Teng God Is A DJ - Faithless Everlasting Love by Alisa and Blue Orb by Kahimi Karie (We Heart Katamari soundtrack) Sugar - Tonic

… yeah, not that much so far. Anyone else got any suggestions for other music? I could definitely do with more.

[momoshin]

i’d like to request poly ryeji where it’s late at night and reader is not feeling very good so ryeji dom the reader and tries to cheer reader up, but they take it easy and are all caring and gentle compared to the usual when they’re very rough! preferably only praise! love your work 💕💕

“baby. stop moving” it’s ryujin who’s voice muffles against her pillow, her hand on your waist squeezing your skin softly

“sorry..” you only move once more to get completely under the covers, wrapping your arm around yeji who was fast asleep infront of you

“what’s wrong?” her breath is warm against your nape when she asks, whispering to not wake up the oldest. “can’t sleep”

“yeah” you try, you really try to close your eyes and count sheeps, count backwards, you tried anything and everything yet nothing seemed to work.

“do you want to talk?”

“there’s not really much to talk about” you shrug, turning around one last time and giving her an apologetic look for moving again, but she brushes it off easily. “‘s just a headache”

“well” she starts “you know what they say is good for those”

“stop” embarrassed, you cover your face with your hands “i can’t do that with her asleep next to us”

“so wake her” she shrugs, already extending her hand to yeji

“no- stop- ryujin!”

“what?” yeji groans, rubbing her eyes and immediately making you retract the hand that you tried to stop ryujin with.

“y/n can’t sleep” you look at her worried for her reaction, afraid she’d be upset you woke her up for this. but instead you’re met with a confused yeji, asking for you to elaborate because with such a vague statement she couldn’t understand anything. “i told her i’d help but she didn’t want to do anything with you asleep… so..”

“oh”

“i told her not to wake you” you immediately excuse, putting all the blame on the blonde next to you who doesn’t even budge, already used to you chickening out all the time.

“it’s fine, wouldn’t want you to lose sleep over such a silly thing.” she speaks as she stands on her knees, moving under the covers until she’s between your legs.

“what are you doing?”

“im helping you out baby” yeji pecks your lips, long, repeated pecks, before pecking ryujin’s nose who gently moves until she’s got your back laying on her chest, your arms over her thighs as yeji removed your sleeping shorts and underwear, situating herself between your thighs.

she kisses your inner thigh first, a little trail to your folds before kissing your clit. the kiss makes you jolt back into ryujin’s hold, who’s kissing the sides of your face softly and playing with the ends of your sleeping tshirt. “we’ll be gentle today, okay?”

“okay” you nod at yeji, instantly gasping and arching your back when she latches on to your clit, sucking gently on it as ryujin finally trails her hands up your shirt. “o-oh”

“do you like that?” ryujin is the one who asks, her cheek pressed against yours at the same time her thumbs flicked your bud for the first time tonight. “is it helping?”

“it’s h-helping” you nod, throwing your hand on her neck whenever she squeezed your nipples in time with yeji lapping up your arousal.

“how does she taste unnie?”

“wouldn’t you like to find out?” yeji replaces her tongue with her thumb, rubbing soft circles while she sits on her knees and with her other hand cups ryujin’s cheek and brings her in for a kiss, its soft, but still so wet and erotic specially because ryujin can definitely taste you on her tongue and that with the rubbing of yeji’s thumb on your clit makes you that much wetter than before? that yeji can’t help but spread all your slick all over your folds and inner thighs.

“fuck” the blonde groans, licking her own lips after breaking away from the kiss “you taste so good, you always taste so good baby”

“you taste good, and you’re so good for us too huh princess?” ryujin brushes your hair back with the hand that hasn’t gone back to your tits and blows on your face in an attempt to cool you off “you deserve everything baby”

“i agree ryu, she’s so obedient, dont you think she deserves to cum?” yeji whispers when she lifts her face from between your legs, but quickly after goes back to sucking on your clit.

“i do, dont you think you deserve to cum baby? for us?”

“yes, please. im so close too” you’re dizzy, between ryujin’s sultry voice and whatever yeji’s doing to you at this point, it’s overwhelming specially at this time of night. the blonde kisses your temple gently, coaxing you through

“c’mon princess, cum.” you can’t help it, it happens every time. whenever they even suggest you cum it’s like your body’s genuine reaction is to obey, or maybe its just the way she orders you to, but it always helps bring you over the edge. you can feel your pulse in your ears, for a moment your throat goes dry, and you can feel yourself actually tired, eyes threatening to close as your body relaxes.

“no sleeping yet bub- gotta get u cleaned up first.”

“and u need to pee” ryujin agrees, kissing your forehead

“and water, cmon” yeji finishes, already having stood up from the bed and using your arms to pull you up so she can escort you to the bathroom while ryujin gets you a cup of water and they both make sure you’re ready for bed

[smoochkooks]

—christmas cream(pie) ; (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: established relationship, smut, fluff

⟶ word count: 3.6k

⟶ summary:  a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend's parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

⟶ warnings: explicit sexual content, food play, finger-sucking, spit kink, dirty talk, oral (f) receiving, slight choking but nothing too extreme, unprotected sex, creampie, jungkook being the sweetest boyfriend on the earth and your emotional support, tooth-rooting domestic fluff:(

a/n: hi!! this is my little christmas present for you. hope you enjoy what my brain came up with yesterday<3 ps. i also dont know what kind of fic title this is.

Christmas secure a top spot on your own self-made list of holidays. You enjoy practically every aspect of it. The food, decorating your house, songs, movies, the whole magical aura of warmth and love – you name it.

But this year though, you're fiddled with anxiety because it's the first time you're going to celebrate with your boyfriend Jungkook and his parents.  

You've been dating for two lovely years, living in a shared apartment for almost six months but somehow you've never spent any major holiday together. Until now, it actually felt like a step bigger than moving in. Choosing to be with your families and celebrate separately was never an issue for both of you.

And foolishly, you thought this year would be no like the other, that you'll kiss your sweet boyfriend goodbye before Christmas Eve and reunite after the whole shenanigans would end. But to your surprise, Jungkook had different plans for you.  

“Y-your parents did what?”  

“They invited us for a Christmas dinner.” he repeated calmy, completely unfazed by the pure shock marring your features.

He was sprawled on the couch, hair messy and falling onto his forehead because he had been avoiding barbershops lately (it wasn’t like you minded it–if anything, it made him look even sexier). He was wearing your favorite pair of sweats that had a soy sauce stain on the left knee and a simple black t-shirt, yet for you he looked like an angel sent from the above and devil reincarnated at the same time. So deliciously domestic and soft it almost made you wanna jump him right here and there, if it wasn't for the more nagging matters that you had yet to discuss with him.  

“But,” you stuttered, brain too consumed by nerves to help you formulate coherent sentences. “I was visiting your parents in Busan over summer.”  

“Yeah, but it's been a while and they really want to see you again,” he said, raising from his spot. He came up to you, his tall, lean body towering over your form. The moment you saw his sparkly doe eyes boring holes into yours, you knew you were approximately twenty seconds from giving in. “Pretty please.” he tried again, palms cupping your flushed cheeks until you had no choice but to agree.  

“Okay.”  

Jungkook grinned in response and leaned to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. “Love you, baby.” He tasted like spicy noodles and soda but you ignored it, mustering a small smile.  

“Love you too.” you said, always meaning those three little words because truly, you could never resist Jeon Jungkook and his charms. He had you wrapped around his finger more than you'd ever admit and you'd simply do anything to make him happy, even if that meant stressing over a Christmas dinner with his parents.  

“They really like you, ___. You have nothing to worry about.” Jungkook murmured upon kissing your nose, and then forehead. “My mom is already so excited to see you. She said she would make an apple pie because you once mentioned you liked it.”

You leaned into his touch, slightly less angry you had been surprised with a revelation like that but at the same time still apprehensive and filled with nerves. “You aren't making this easier, you know?” you asked.  

Jungkook sent you an apologetic smile. “You're amazing, baby. You don't need to convince my parents again that you're the right person for me,” he said, hands finding purchase on your waist and pulling you closer to him. “All you have to do is smile and compliment my mom's cooking skills. And maybe ask dad about fishing. You know he's been crazy about it lately.”

Easier said than done, you thought to yourself. Jungkook was a natural when it came to bewitching people. Your parents adored him because he knew all the right words to make them fall for his charms. He didn’t have to try hard or pretend to be someone else in order to be accepted as their daughter’s partner.  

You, on the other hand, were on a different side of the spectrum. No matter how many times Jungkook reassured you of your worth, you still had a lot of insecurities to deal with. That was just who you were as a person. Maybe it was why you clicked so well together. You needed someone to be your second Sun.

“You got his.” With a final kiss onto the crown of your head, Jungkook left you standing in the middle of the living room, and all you could think about was a fricking apple pie and finding new ways to impress your boyfriend's parents. 

Hence way you're currently in the kitchen, blender in your right hand as you mix the ingredients for the most extra chocolate cake you've ever made, determination written all over your features like you’re competing in the final Bake Off episode.

And why is that? Because your brain couldn't let you sleep peacefully at night if you didn't decide to bake your own cake for Jungkook's mother. It started innocently, slowly getting information out of your boyfriend about his parents' favorite food. Of course, you had to be clever about it, so he wouldn't suspect anything too early into the game. That's why after asking a round of rather specific questions you lured him into a blowjob because you know he usually loses his goddman mind after a good dick sucking.  

Content with your plan, you're now a day before the Christmas dinner, Jungkook's mother's beloved cake almost ready to be put into the oven.

“Babe, I'm home!” you hear Jungkook calling from the corridor. You sent him to do some (un)necessary grocery shopping so you could have a time for yourself to prepare the cake without him looking over your shoulder and analyzing your every move. You really hate when people do that because you’re more likely to screw something when you’re being watched.

“Let me taste it then,” he says, grabby hands reaching for the bowl but you quickly swat them away.  

“I'm here!” you shout back, unplugging the blender once you're satisfied with your chocolate cream.  

“What is the smell?” Jungkook asks, entering the kitchen. “Oh,” he quips, placing grocery bags on the floor. “You made this?”  

“Mhmm,” you hum, dipping a finger into the bowl and then putting it into your mouth. It tastes good, not too sweet but at the same time it still has a strong chocolate flavor. Perfect.

“Wash your hands first.”  

“Wait,” You can almost hear the gears shifting in his brain. His grip on your waist tightens as you desperately try to stifle the laugh babbling in your throat. “This is my mom's favorite cake.” 

Jungkook dramatically salutes you, even though you see him smirking under his breath. Once his hands are all clean and dry, you feel his arms encircling your body from the back. “Is this for me?” he murmurs, obviously referring to the cake.

“Nope. It's for tomorrow's Christmas dinner.” 

That’s why you break into a smile, pulling him for a quick peck. “You can taste my cream now.” you say.  

“Great observation.”

“And you said you were making it for the Christmas dinner,” Jungkook continues, “Which means you did this purposely.” he finishes, twirling your body so you're now facing him.  

“You said she would make me an apple pie so I thought I could reciprocate the kindness and do the same,” An innocent smile tugs at your lips. “Besides, the more food the better.” 

Jungkook snorts. “So here's why you were asking me all those weird questions lately.”

Your eyes widen. “You paid attention to that?”

“Babe, I might be a simple man who enjoys seeing his girlfriend sucking his dick but it doesn't mean I don't listen to you,” he says, sounding slightly offended but you know that deep down he's amused by the whole situation. “You didn't have to do that, you know?”  

You let out a long sigh. “I know but... I just felt so weird. Your parents are so happy to see us, they are doing all those preparations and I couldn't stop thinking about doing something to impress them in return,” you murmur. “So they wouldn't think it preparing a whole celebratory dinner for their son and his girlfriend was actually pointless.” you add in a smaller voice, dropping your head down.   

“Baby,” Jungkook coos, fingers grasping your chin so you could look him in the eye again. “You're an amazing person. My parents know that too. You don't have to prove them your worth. Ever.”  

His words make you relax visibly. You don’t know what you would do if you didn’t have Jungkook by your side. He’s just being himself, showing you his extremely caring side as he usually does when you feel down but somehow you’re more thankful for this now.

You dip your index finger into the cream. Then, making sure his eyes are trained on your face, you bring your finger up and envelop with your lips, purposely sucking on it obscenely. “Mmm,” you nothing but moan. “It’s really good.”

“That sounded awfully sexual.”  

“No, it did not! You're just perverted.” 

“But you love me anyway, don't you?” 

You snort at his stupid remark. Suddenly, a not-so-innocent idea pops in your mind and you wonder who’s actually the one with more inappropriate thoughts running through their head. Jungkook might enjoy teasing you on daily basis, but a girl can have her fun too, right?  

Jungkook's eyes darken seeing your little stunt you’ve decided to pull today. He bites the inside of his cheek, before saying,”’I know what game you’re playing.”  

“I’m not doing anything.” you respond, feigning innocence. Before you can dive for more cream, Jungkook grabs your wrist and stops you.  

Bingo.  

When he takes his two fingers and plunges them into the cream, you know exactly what’s coming next, the adrenaline and excitement pumping through your veins. He brings his fingers up towards your face and you have to fight an urge to stay still, waiting for his instructions like the good girl you obviously are. “Open up, baby.”  

You oblige immediately, mouth falling open and tongue out. He pushes his fingers inside, sweet, chocolate cream filling your taste buds. “Suck.” he says simply, eyes fixated on your lips. You do it without a second thought, swirling your tongue around his digits and making sure to lick every last drop of the substance.  

When he decides he can't take it anymore, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and before you can even blink, he crashes his lips onto yours; fast, messy and unforgiving, thrusting his tongue inside to play with yours. His motives are clear: you aren’t leaving the kitchen without getting properly fucked.  

“So sweet,” he murmurs against your lips, the hand around your waist pulling you flush against him. “My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it.”  

He bites onto your lower lip as to prove his point and you whimper. “It’s not like that,” you manage to say, grinding yourself against the evident bulge in his pants. “I didn’t expect to get away with it.”  

Jungkook's hands travel to the backs of your thighs and he lifts you up effortlessly, placing you on the counter. You’re sure there are traces of flour still on it but you couldn’t care less right now, not when a pair of hands roughly nudges your legs apart so he could stand in between them.

“So you did it purposely,” Jungkook leaves your mouth in favor of tracing kisses down your neck. Careful not to marry your skin with hickeys because you would beat the shit out of him if he did bruise your neck a day before the dinner with his parents. “Naughty girl.” He punctuates his statement with a bite to your earlobe, his next words being whispered directly into your ear. “What should I do with you, then?”  

You whimper, your thighs pressing together just hearing the tone of his voice. You lace your fingers through the locks at the back of his hair and place a kiss against his lips. “Fuck me?” you ask in a saccharine-sweet tone.  

He chuckles in response, fingers grasping your t-shirt and pulling it off you, revealing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. He wastes no time and latches his mouth onto a nipple but as soon as his tongue meets your hardened bud, he retreats. Confused, you watch as he reaches for the bowl once again and dips his fingers into the cream. He then smears it all over your nipples, a proud smirk caught on his lips when he leans back to admire his art work.  

“Kook,” you mewl, too pathetically for your liking and you know how much it’ll stroke his ego. “Please, touch me.” you plea, one of your hands reaching to pull him closer to you.

“Yeah?” His chuckle is almost sinister. “Look at you, all dirty and begging me so nicely. Not that smart with your mouth now, are you?”  

All you manage is a nod and meek “Please,” that quickly morphs into a drawn out moan when he finally dips his head to suck your nipple into his hot mouth. You never could have guessed that the idea of food play would be so arousing to you but here you are, pussy clenching around nothing when your sweet boyfriend licks chocolate cream off your boobs.

When he’s done and satisfied with the result, he grabs your sweatpants and pulls them down along with your underwear in one go, your bare ass meeting with the cold marble of your kitchen counter. Jungkook wastes no time and spreads your legs apart, not giving you a second to shy away from his burning gaze before he dives in to lick a stripe up your slit.  

You cry out in pleasure when his tongue finds your clit and gives it a sharp suck, his hands grabbing your ankles and bending your knees so he could have a full access to your glistening core. You’re absolutely drenched, dripping down your thighs and making a mess on Jungkook's face but he doesn’t mind it a bit, eating you out like a champ you know he is.  

“So wet,” he rasps against your cunt. “Messy girl.”

To make matters worse (or better) he takes his sweet time and lets a glob of his spit mix with your arousal because Jungkook, much like you, enjoys giving a head more than anything in the world and makes it his priority to see you lose it on his tongue. You’re positive you will come like this if he keeps continuing abusing your clit just right. He knows your pussy like the back of his hand. Knows what makes you keen, how to make you eyes roll to the back of your head. It fuels his ego to see you like this; helpless and utterly devoted to the pleasure and you don’t even mind when he brags about it later. How could you if you benefit so much from it?  

Suddenly, he grunts into your cunt and your brows furrow because it’s not the sound you’re used to hearing during sex. You look down to check what’s wrong but he’s already up and in level with your eyes, a sheepish smile adoring his features.  

“Neck cramp,” he explains, his palm massaging the back of his neck. “Eating pussy is easier on the bed.” You can’t help but giggle, replacing his hand with yours and providing him a temporary relief. “I’m sorry. Were you close?” he asks. 

There he is. Your sweet, caring boyfriend who never forgets to ask for consent before railing you into the mattress and always putting your pleasure before his own.  

“Mhmm,” you hum, grasping his t-shirt and lifting it off his body. It should be considered a sin to look like this, you think to yourself. “But I want to come on your cock instead.”  

Jungkook grins, quickly pulling down his pants and underwear. His cock slaps against his stomach, pride swelling in your chest because you know you can make him this hard without your touch. “How do you want it?” he asks, guaranteeing himself a moment of relief when he gives his cock a few pumps, spreading precum all over his length.

“Like that,” you answer, gesturing at your current position on the counter. “Wanna see you.”  

“Anything for my pretty girl.”  

If you weren't already red, you would have blushed at his cute words. The sentiment doesn’t last long though, your face twisting in ecstasy when he lines himself up with your entrance and starts pushing inside, the stretch deliciously burning. “Oh my god, Kook,” you whimper, hand clutching onto his biceps for support. “So big. You feel so good.” He groans, slithering himself deeper. His forehead rests onto yours, few ragged breaths before you murmur, “You can move.”

He sets a punishing pace from the beginning, fucking you hard and fast; wet, slapping noises filling the kitchen. You’re a blubbering mess, moaning incoherently as he splits your pussy open, thrust after thrust. “Yeah, fucking take it,” Jungkook rasps, grabbing your hips even harder, no doubt leaving there marks. “Cream my cock like a good girl.”  

You mewl in response, your eyes focusing on his parted lips. “J-jungkook,” you stutter, head completely deprived of rational thoughts. “Spit in my mouth.” It’s almost a breathless plea on your tongue.  

He curses, his right hand squeezing your cheeks. “Open.” You do it right away, nearly moaning when he purses his lips and spits, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he sees you swallow it greedily. “Dirty fucking girl.” he growls.

“B-but you love it, right?” you whimper, eyes glossy because he's hitting that spot inside your pussy that makes your toes curl. “L-love when I’m like this just for you.”  

“Fuck, yeah I do,” Jungkook says, placing his hand around your throat. He doesn’t apply pressure and simply rests it there, urging you to look directly at him. “I love when my pretty baby becomes a dirty slut for me.” He punctuates his words with a harsh buck of his hips that makes you cry out.

You can't take it anymore. “K-kook,” you whine, grabbing his wrist and urging him to squeeze your throat. “I love you.”  

Despite his hand around your neck and cock abusing your cunt, he breaks into a smile. He leans down to kiss you on your putty lips. You try to keep up with him but there’s no use for that, so you just open your mouth and let him slither his tongue inside. When he pulls away, your lips are wet with saliva. Messy, but you wouldn’t exchange it for anything less. “Love you too, baby.” he groans in a strained voice, dragging his cock fast through your walls.

As if reading your mind, his thumb reaches to rub fast circles on your clit. “’m so close,” you mumble, thighs shaking.

“C'mon, pretty. Wanna see you come around me.” Jungkook murmurs, gone is his dominant aura, it’s now only his gentle voice coaxing you into an earth-shattering orgasm.  

When you come down from your high, you’re swatting his fingers away from your core. Normally you would probably indulge into it more, but oversensitivity seems to be too much to handle for you today. Jungkook thrusts his hips a few more times and follows right after you, groaning your name and spilling himself inside.  

“That was nice.” he comments breathlessly  and you can’t help but chuckle, widing your arms around his neck and pulling him for a well-deserved kiss.  

“I’m too tired to move my legs and somebody needs to finish the cake,” you pout, not an ounce of exaggeration in your statement because that’s utterly true–you’re always too spent after a round of fucking with Jungkook to even go to the bathroom on your own. He gladly carries you there in his arms bridal-style every, single time.

“It's okay, sweetheart. I’ll do it.” he says, making you giggle under your breath triumphantly.  

You might be willing to do everything for you boyfriend but if anything, you’re equal in that department.  

“I’m also pretty sure there’s flour on my ass.”  

Jungkook raises his brow at you. “That I’m not going to clean.”  

“Fine. But next time I'm putting whipped cream on your dick.” you decide.  

When he pulls out of you, his cum spills out of your hole but he's quick to catch the droplets and push them back inside you with his fingers. “You’re a little minx, you know that, right?” he says and then licks his digits clean.  

“You love me anyway.” He grins, leaning to kiss you but he stops mid-way. “What is it?” you ask, raising your brows.

“Since I came inside you, we can call it a creampie, right?”  

Still slightly dazed after sex, you’re not quick enough to realise what he implies before it’s too late. “I mean yes but–oh my god. No, no, no! Stop!”  

“Cream-pie!”  

“I hate you!”  

“And I love you too.”  

After all, you were worrying about the dinner too much, as always.  

Everybody complimented your cake. Jungkook's mother was delighted. His father talked about fishing for almost an hour.

But your sweet boyfriend's smirking face as he ate the cake was telling you were in for a long night of sinning in your bed as soon as you went back home.  

And he obviously didn’t disappoint.  

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Foolish girl

Warning: 18+

Rushed and random, have fun lovely ppl, might make a part 2 idk yet

Please don’t be offended if i dont inlclude you on a taglist, bc i really have no clue how that works, so i decided to note make one lmao

You’re standing infront of the entrace of Grimmauld Place. You hadn’t seen Regulus in weeks now, too scared to ask Sirius why he wasn’t showing up in school. But you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to know. Just as you were about to knock, the door opened, Regulus standing in the doorway. Your hand hovered midair, surprised. Regulus looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, mouth in a thin line. He scanned your face with an unreadable expression , before he breathed out, opening the door further. Stepping inside you followed him up the staircase, right into his room.

No words were spoken, when you took a seat on his bed, placing your bag on the floor. He stood with his back to you, looking out of the massive window. The candles made his face glow, dark cicles even more prominent in the dim, orange light.

His voice was hoarse when he spoke, as if he hadn’t spoken in days. “Do you need something?”

Getting up from your position you stood behind him, shaking your head. He was watching you from the reflection on the window, a solemn expression on his elegant face.

“Did Sirius send you?”

You shook your head again, eyes apologetic. He still hadn’t recovered from Sirius leaving him on his own. He dropped his head, an unamused puff of air escaping his nose. He murmured something under his breath, making the door slam shut, before his hand shot out, gripping your throat to slam you against the window right infront of him. His eyes were icy, a shiver running down your body at the tight grip of his long fingers.

“Do you really want to be here while I’m in this state?”

Your voice trembled as you spoke, “What state?”

He gave you a forced smile, lips curling to show his teeth. “What state? I’m thinking about beating you bloody. About taking away your ability to breathe. About slicing you with my wand.”

Your breath hitched, pulse quickening. You wanted to say something, anything. “Reg-”

His hands pressed harder. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

You clamped your mouth shut again, forcing yourself to hold eye contact.

“I want to fuck you. I want to taste your blood. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to ruin you for everyone else.”

He let you breath again and you gasped at the weight of his confession rather than the lack of air, heart heavy with an indescribable feeling.

“I’m gonna hurt you more than I will make you happy. My love isn’t pleasant. Do you understand?”

He crossed his arms behind his back, face guarded again.

“Yes, Regulus.”

Pressing his hips to yours he brushed his lips on your forhead gently, whispering. „Foolish girl, you should have never come here.“

---

“Don’t tell me that you can’t take more, you filthy girl.”

Regulus was relentlessly making you cum, he didn’t care how, as long as you came. On his fingers, on his lips, on his cock, on his toys. He simply wanted to see you cry out with pleasure, wanted you to make him forget about his life for a second. Wanted to see your skin break with the sharpness of his teeth.

“I can’t I cant please don’t-”

Regulus, frowned. “Yes you can, pet. Now be good and cum.”

You cried pathetically as you came for the third time this night. Tremors made you shake all over as you writhed, trying to get away from Regulus’ hands.

“That was it? Oh no, little girl, you can cum better than that!”

You balked at that, recoiling but he grabbed you by your hips pulling you up on your knees to fuck you from behind. Sliding in with one trust he pounded without mercy, not giving you time do adjust. He was consumed with the feel of your skin against his own, leaning over your back to bite at the skin between your shoulderblades. The bite left an imprit of his sharp canines, the skin slightly breaking under the force as you cried out in pain, which turned into pleasure instantly as you accidentally pushed back against his cock. 

“Mmm that’s it, fuck my cock...”, Regulus groaned, kissing your throat. without warning his hand came down hard on your tits and you came again, losing your voice while you screamed for mercy.

“Mercy, Reg please, I can’t!”

“I warned you ah- don‘t expect me to stop now. Take. It. Like a good. Girl.” He fucked you with every word, nails digging into the skin of your belly, hands pushing against the forming buldge. 

Pulling you up by your tangled hair he pressed your back against his chest, hands pressing on your throat. You dug your nails into his arms as you tried to pry his hands away, but he kept pressing harder.

„You breathe when I let you.“

With that he shoved you down again, hands on your clit and you came for the fifth time in a row. He pulled out dragging yoour head to hang off the bed and put his cock in your parted mouth, pushing in until his heavy balls rested on your chin. You choked, pushing against his thighs but he paid you no mind.

„Filthy girl, drooling all over my cock“, he sneered, „I can see me all the way down your throat.“

Hands snaking between your open legs he pushed his middle and ring finger inside and fucked your sore cunt, raw with all the orgasm he gave you before. Youwere hurting, tears dripping down your flushed cheeks, voice breaking as you sobbed. Pleading to let you rest.

He pushed into you one last time before he cursed and came down your throat, fucking your mouth full of his hot cum. The feeling overwhelmed you and you came again, mewling around his cock, body curling to protect itself.

Regulus pulled you up by your hair, pushing his forehead against yours as he panted and watched you swallow. Smirking breathlessly he pressed a kiss on your mouth for the first time that night.

„Don‘t think I‘m done with you yet.“

[heyitsyn]

,,,,OK Kurat

Soulmate!Bokuto

a/n: when bokuto refuses to fix his roots and let the gray dye grow out and it slightly irritates you

colorblind soulmate where you lose your colors and only gain them back when your other half starts to have feelings for you

requests are open!!

so, leggo?

ever since you turned 16, you’ve literally gone colorblind

like you were perfectly happy seeing the colors of the world

from daichi’s red sweater

to hinata’s orange hair

you were ROBBED of the colors of the world

when you woke up that morning, you knew you would get your soulmate sign soon and you were sure it would happen while you were in class as it would start the exact time you were born 16 years ago

so there you were, happily eating with nishi and tanaka at the roof

‘hey, y/n-chan, look at this manga i found!’

you look up at noya and you almost choked on your rice ball when you couldn’t see his blonde streak anymore

it was like the moment you blinked, it was gone

he must’ve noticed your surprised look because noya touched the front floof since you were staring right at it

tanaka had his mouth opened and patted your back when you coughed

‘ah, it happened now?’

then you just start bawling

‘i cANt sEE yOuR hAiR anYmoRE!! aNd hiNATa’s hAiR! aND tHE oRANgE uniFOrMS!’

they understand it was a touchy subject for you since you were expecting something cute like noya’s thought sharing sign or tanaka’s taste sharing sign

but NO!!!

‘it’s okay y/n-chan. you’ll meet them soon and you’ll get your colors back’

from then on, all you’ve done is research all you can about soulmate signs and how they worked

yours happens to be a rarer one and you groaned bc of course it would happen to YOU

it states that usually, the moment you lock eyes with your soulmate, you’d get your lost sense back

but you wouldnt know when it would exactly happen and be like your uncle who is nearly 40 and still cant smell anything

whats worse, there were even cases where you wouldnt get them back in one sight but gain them when they start to have romantic feelings for you

you really do hope you’d get the easier 

being a part-time manager, you often helped the vbc if you were free from your other clubs so you sometimes help kiyoko with the kids

entering the gym, you frowned when you saw hinata and the gray tone of his hair

everything was gray but colors that are light like yellow or bright orange, were lighter gray while darker ones were dark gray or black

seems like tanaka and noya told the team what happened because daichi went up to you and ruffled your hair before saying it’ll be okay

‘give it time! you will find them!’

yacchi, a manager-in-training, enthusiastically told you about her ideas for the poster and gave you her rough draft, explaining the little details

but you were out of it as you just roamed your eyes over the gray-colored paper

thus causing her to freak out

‘OH MY GOD! I”M SO SORRY Y/N-SAN! I FORGOT ABOUT IT!! I’M SO SORRY!’

(yacchi is just a little precious bun, please protec her :’))

but you ruffled her hair and put on a smile

‘don’t sweat it, yacchi’

after that whole thing about announcement of the tokyo training camp and the hinata/kageyama idiot squad

you guys were in the bus, getting ready for Tokyo

it’s also been weeks since you lost it so you were still new but you were starting to get used to it

ofc you still had mistakes like their different colored practice jerseys and who was in what team or wearing different colored socks

but you were slowly adapting

it was a few hours of a drive so everyone was static to get out of the cramp bus and use the bathroom and stretch their legs

you took your time and put the others trash into a plastic bag bc youre just a great manager like that

getting out of the bus, you heard a horrendous and terrifying laugh and saw the nekoma captain hunching over in laughter

‘my god. at least his face makes up for it’

you got a text from hinata and kageyama saying that they were going to take their exams now and you sent them a little encouraging blurb

the guy from nekoma with the mohawk gawked at the 3 managers and you remembered him having that blonde hair dye

when you and the rest entered their gym, all you saw were balls flying everywhere and lots of people

your eyes scanned for at least someone to make eye contact with you because this gym has a lot of people in it and there could be a possibility they were in here

like 0.000003% probably but still a chance

from the managers to the players, not one reactivated the colors

‘hm,,, i think my soulmate is in here’

noya’s little comment made you glare at him in envy and he grinned with a peace sign

you noticed that boy kenma with his haircut and there was someone sitting near him that made you turn to the others

‘okay, either i just have terrible memory but is that a new guy?’

suga wondered the same thing and you flinched at the kid’s harsh stare at you all

there was a light gray tone to his hair and eyes so you were curious what color they were

‘his legs look a little long. i think he’s taller than most of these guys’

asahi said which made you give him a look

‘listen, as long as we got tsukki-kun, we’re okay’

the first match was against some powerhouse called fukurodani and they had a few interesting players

by interesting, you meant looks wise

that one guy looked freaking pretty with his sharp eyes while the other guy, who you assumed to be the captain, had round eyes and spiked hair

you were pretty sure that he had different colored hair due to the mix of black and light tones

AND THE WAY IT WAS STYLED THO

its like he got electrocuted and his hair just stayed the same

you were too busy looking at the 2 teams that you completely missed karasuno’s defeat and just saw them doing flying receives

the others gathered to the side and the next game was against fukurodani and nekoma

from hearing the names being said, that pretty guy was akashi or aggghasshi and the owl looking dude was bokuto-san or bokutosang or something bokuto bc youre not exactly sure

and then he be flying

‘he REALLY flying!’ 

you exclaim and tbh what can you expect from being one of the top 5 aces in the country

then the ball straight flew towards your own player and you and yamagucci screamed for his name

everyone flinched when the ball hit his hand and you ran over to check

‘ouch’

you hear that loud voice of his on top of kei’s hiss and you growled

‘HEY HEY HEY’

he didnt even apologize and if it wasnt for tanaka and daichi holding you back, you were about to scream into the guys ear for damaging your player’s hand since he needed it to block properly

‘LET ME GO! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS INJUR-’

suga smiled and raised a hand apologetically your shouts caught the attention of others

the more games karasuno played, the more they lost

you went to fill up their water bottles and was mumbling to yourself, blaming that freak haired guy for tsukki’s pained blocks

‘didnt even apologize. how dare he hurt my boy’

bokuto was going for a drink when he heard your mumbles by the water fountain

he noticed you as the karasuno manager and poked you in the shoulder

‘ah! youre the manager!’

cue you looking to glare at him since you could recognize that voice anywhere

‘and you are?’

taken aback with your tone, he grinned

‘bokuto. bokuto koutarou’

‘ah’

then you went back to filling up the bottles

he fiddled with his towel before poking you again

‘um,,, i want to apologize for earlier. sorry about that spike’

you stopped and you nodded

‘i appreciate the apology, bokuto-san. but you should say it to him’

bo guessed that you were kinda their mother hen and you looked after the players of your team

‘are you,,, a third year?’

closing the lid of the last bottle, you placed it on the basket

‘second’

his eyes widened before shouting

‘im your senpai!’

you jumped at the sudden volume of his voice and awkwardly smiled

‘ah. okay, bokuto-san’

his eyes widened before patting your shoulder gently

‘drop the -san! i prefer being called senpai!’

does this guy have a senpai kink or something

but there was probably nothing wrong with calling him senpai right?

‘okay, bokuto-senpai’

you were lowkey kinda iffy since you dont really call anyone senpai, everyone was -san to you

bo laughed loudly and ruffled your hair

‘WAH!!!!!! MY LITTLE KOUHAI!!!’

‘bokuto-san!’

your head looked up and you saw the pretty guy walking towards you

he bowed in front of you in both greeting and apology

‘sorry about him. he gets a little excited sometimes. im akaashi keiji by the way’

you waved it off and smiled gently

‘nice to meet you, akaashi-san. and dont worry, i have two people like him in my team’

hinata and noya

‘come on. the next game is about to start’

he tugged bokuto’s arm and bo waved at you before walking away

‘see ya!’

but stopped

‘ah! i didnt get your name!’

‘y/n. l/n y/n’

‘see ya later y/n!’

when you came back, the boys were still doing flying and you glanced at your watch, knowing that your boys should be coming soon

you and yacchi were visibly listening to the other players talking about your team and kiyoko gave you both a look to settle down

‘hold it in, girls’

the sea of different tones of gray were currently making you dizzy with so many things happening at ones and you completely missed the door opening, revealing tanaka’s sister

noya’s excited shout made you turn and you waved excitedly

you’ve met her once when you went over to help tutor her poor brother and noya who practically lives at their house

everyone stopped what they were doing and saw the two boys huffing by the door

you heard kuroo’s comment but you were too excited to see them come back in one piece

‘ah, so those are the legendary first years’

hm, if only you knew why they were late

bo saw you with wide eyes and excitedly bouncing at the sidelines as karasuno started to play

‘what are you looking at bokuto-san?’

akaashi asked

bo thought you were interesting the moment he heard you angrily mumble about him and he thought your pouting face was cute

‘i wonder what her soulmate mark is’

akaashi knew about his soulmate sign since he received a very frantic phone call that sunday afternoon of bokuto not being able to see the color of his apple anymore

‘she probably doesnt have it yet’

akaashi’s answer made his brows furrow

‘she’s a second year so shes probably 16 already’

‘why would it matter to you anyways?’

yea, why did it matter?

‘just general curiosity. shes quite fiesty. i like her. i want to be friends’

akaashi sighs and pats his back

‘i support you, bokuto-san’

shoot this might as well be a bokuaka

he saw you run to the two first years and took their bags for them, ruffling their hair each

even though you’re only like a some months older than hinata, you still treat him like a babie

‘coach left some buns from earlier so you can eat that before you play. oh! i also got you your milk, kags!’

bo literally could feel your happiness radiating and he saw your eyes

too bad he couldn’t see the color of them

although the boys team was finally complete, they still lost quite a lot of sets

and they were trying so hard and you were just cheering on the sidelines w yacchi and kiyoko

you kept running back and forth from the drinking fountain since the boys kept drinking so much water

and bo just finds you there again

for the second time today

:0

‘oh? back again, y/n-chan?’

you could recognized that gruffy voice anywhere

you turned and gave him a tight smile

‘ah. hello bokuto-san’

he pouted and nudged you with a finger to your shoulder

‘senpai! call me senpai!’

you were pretty sure he was 18 yet he still threw a tantrum

what kinda-

‘okay okay. sorry, bokuto-senpai’

then like a switch his pouts became grins and you got dizzy with the sudden mood switch

‘youre such a diligent manager, y/n-chan. you should transfer to our school and be one of ours instead!’

then you remember meeting the 2 managers they had

‘ah, you already have 2 so i think you’re covered’

bo whined at that

‘but karasuno also has 2 without you!’

tbh you shouldve been uncomfortable in this situation bc here you have a grown man whining

but you found his pout endearing and his eyes were loony-looking

‘not to hurt your feelings, bokuto-senpai, but we just met and i don’t know you all that well’

‘then you know the solution to that, don’t you?’

you just stared at him

‘lets get to know each other! lets be friends! lets be close!’

you couldnt say anything else since you were kinda in a pickle here so you just nodded

‘um, okay’

‘bokuto-san!’

that voice made you perk up and you raised a hand

‘akaashi-san!’

bo saw your smile and he pouted, jealous that you didnt give that smile when you saw him

‘ah, l/n-san.’

you looked at bo and his eyes grew even bigger and you resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks with how they puffed out with his pout

woah wait huh

why did you just think of that

akaashi had to bring back bo to the gym for their match but bo refused to walk

‘no! not until y/n-chan wants to be my friend!’

what are you

5?

but you nodded, placing a hand around his bicep

you froze, trying to contain the shock of how S T R O N G they felt

ohmygad

‘l-lets get to know each other later, bokuto-sa-senpai’

you hurriedly corrected yourself and breathed a sigh of relief when he didnt notice

a big smile got to his face and he pointed at you

‘ill win this for you y/n-chan!’

you sweatdropped bc wow this manz is winning a game for you

no-for your friendship

he excitedly ran back down the hallway and disappeared with a faint ‘hey hey hey!’

you and akaashi shared a look and he apologized

‘im sorry if he made you uncomfortable’

‘nah nah, its okay’

‘and thanks for uplifting him. he was in a mood when he left bc we lost a set but now he’s energized thanks to you’

a,,, mood?

‘is he,,, i dont know,,,, bipolar?’

akaashi stood for a second before shrugging

‘i guess you could say that. the team tries to uplift him bc if hes in a mood he messes up’

a sound of recognition left your lips before you nodded

‘ah okay’

‘well, i guess im seeing you later then, l/n-san?’

‘oh, please. call me y/n. we’re the same age!’

but he gave you a mysterious smile

‘i dont think bokuto-san would like that’

so the remaining of the time there, bo was practically stuck to you as he followed you everywhere

babie calls it ‘friendship bonding’

when yall were leaving, he was pouting so hard and you gave in to your urges

;)

you pinched his cheeks

‘until next time, bo-senpai’

blew a fuse right then and there

bO-sENPai

yall remained in contact and you even went up to visit him and just hang out

you were lowkey catching feelings

like when he sent you that mirror picture of him and kuroo being sassy in a department store and your heart started beating really really fast

then your palms started sweating as you remembered the feeling of his warm hands on yours when he led you through the busy sidewalk of tokyo

‘siri, am i having a stroke?’

but you were like ‘nuh-uh, must remain pure for my soulmate’

however

if you have those feelings already and it’s towards your soulmate, that gave bo his sight of colors

just sitting there w his team eating yakisoba bun then he looked at akaashi and saw his friend’s blue eyes again

can you tell im a bokuaka simp

in another life flashbacks

n e ways

he was so happy and ecstatic and was about to call you but akaashi was like, ‘wait, i think she might be your soulmate’

the entire team was just like, ‘what’

and bo just sitting there, ‘omg what if’

akaashi, 

grandmaster plan creator

tells bokuto to hold off from telling you until the next time yall see each other which is in the training camp

for story’s sake, training camp finally rolls around

you cannot stop squirming in your seat bc ya finally get to see bo again after so long

kuroo greets yall at the front and hes familiar w you since you hung out w the tokyo squad

‘you have a surprise little chibi’

you were just like, ‘,,,,ok kurat’

meanwhi;e,,

bo was so antsy and he was just like, ‘yey! i get to see her again!’

ngl, bo thought you were really pretty and cute and he thinks he has a crush on you but not like head-over-heels like you were

literally cannot stand still and the team was tired of having to keep him from running so akaashi just let him go

‘but dont run her over, bokuto-san’

he sonic bolts over

nYOOM

he finally sees that tangerine hinata and was searching for your hair color and when he sees you laughing at kuroo’s face, his eyes widened

his heart beat started beating really really fast and everything in his brain and all the words he wanted to say died down

he never really saw your face with colors but he just stares in awe at your beautiful skin color, breathtaking eyes, silky hair, and those plump lips

sweat started to gather at his palms and his feet started moving on its own until he just scoops you in his arms, lifting you off the ground in the process

w you, there was a silence

‘your eyes,,,,, theyre beautiful’

bo just grins at the crack of your voice and tears just wells up in your eyes w a smile

‘bo!’ 

you shouted and you wrapped your legs around his waist while he burrows his head in your neck

‘you’re so beautiful. oh my god, you’re so beautiful’

omg what i would do for bo to say that to me

obvs, the others knew what was happening

dai and suga were already planning on the talk

kuroo just recording the whole thing

‘im falling in love with you. i want to fall in love with you over and over again until i die. i want to feel like this forever. can i?’

just forgets about everyone and being in your own bubble and your own world as bokuto just professes his love for you

‘stupid question, koutaro!’

you giggled and he finally allowed you to stand on your own two feet

‘let me love you for eternity’

cue waterworks from noya and tanaka and konoha

‘but baby, we need to touch up your roots, though.’

‘we got forever, soulmate’

sorry if this was trash

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Heartbreak Girl

Pairing: Carrie Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: some swearing

A/N: This is my submission for Day 1 - Favorite Song for @jatpx5sos week! It’s also my first Carrie fic which I’m really excited about! I dont have just one favorite 5sos song so I chose Heartbreak Girl because it is an absolute bop. Let me know what you think and send me an ask if you want to be added to my taglist! 

Masterlist

___

You couldn’t exactly say you were surprised when you got the text from your best friend informing you that her boyfriend had just broken up with her. You’d seen the signs: their disagreement after the pep assembly, their interactions at the dance, and the way Nick was suddenly very interested in Julie. You knew it was only a matter of time before they broke it off again.

So no, you weren’t surprised when you got Carrie’s text a couple of days after the dance but you were supportive.

You were in your car minutes later, on your way to the grocery store to pick up Carrie’s favorite ice cream and some chocolate. Not long after you were pulling through the security gate before being pulled through the front door, ready to hold your best friend while you ate cookie dough ice cream straight from the container and marathoned all her favorite movies.

“Thank you for coming,” Carrie sniffled once you were safely tucked into the privacy of her bedroom.

“You know I’d do anything for you Car,” you replied honestly, pulling the ice cream out of the grocery bag and handing her one of the spoons you snagged from the kitchen earlier.

You settled down on the bed next to her, handing her the ice cream while taking the tv remote and beginning to flick through the various streaming services.

“What do you want to watch first?” You asked, looking away from the tv for a moment to look over at her.

You didn’t wait for an answer before turning on Mean Girls. Carrie and Nick had been on-again-off-again for long enough for this to become a routine for the two of you. You always started with Mean Girls, and then moved on to the rest of her comfort movies.

You laid back into the pillows after that, tossing a comforting arm around your friend’s shoulder. You stayed that way for the rest of the night, sharing the cookie dough ice cream and a variety of other snacks and occasionally talking.

It was bittersweet, you thought as Carrie laid curled up to your side as you lounged against her pillows, Clueless playing in the background and empty ice cream container long forgotten. On one hand, you were absolutely livid that Nick had broken Carrie’s heart once again but on the other, you couldn’t help the way your heart warmed when you looked down at the girl beside you and the intense desire to never let her go.

Alright so maybe you had a crush on your best friend, but even if it wouldn’t destroy your friendship you couldn’t tell her. She just got dumped and it would be beyond unfair to dump those feelings on her.

She’d fallen asleep sometime during the third movie and she looked so peaceful, no worries about stupid blond-haired boys in her dreams. You didn’t want to wake her up but you had a curfew to make and you knew she’d be pissed if you left without saying anything.

“Car, I have to go,” You whispered, shaking her lightly as the credits for Clueless rolled in the background.

“Please don’t go,” she pouted, wrapping an arm around you in an attempt to keep you there.

“My parents will kill me,” you said apologetically, pulling her arm away from you but holding onto her hand for a moment longer. “But I’ll be by your side all day at school and I can come over right after.”

Carrie nodded, looking up at you from her pillows as you stood from the bed, her hand still in yours.

“Thanks for being such a good friend,” she said sleepily, squeezing your hand before letting go completely.

You felt your heart drop along with her hand at the words but you shook off the disappointment. Your friendship with her was much more important than whatever feelings you might have.

___

As soon as you arrived at school the next day Carrie was glued to your side. As soon as you stepped onto the pavement of the parking lot she was swooping in, slipping her arm around yours.

“Good morning my bestest friend in the whole world,” she said cheerily, a smile plastered on her face.

You could tell it was all for show, however. You could see right through the exaggerated smile and haughty look, you knew her too well and for too long to fall for the persona she’d created for everyone else at school. She was still hurting and if you couldn’t fill the hole Nick had left in her heart then you’d at least do your best to help mend it.

“How’d you sleep?” You asked, using your free hand to sling your backpack over your shoulder.

Carrie shrugged, “Good I guess.”

You nodded silently as you walked arm-in-arm towards the doors. You noticed her hesitate when you reached the threshold of the building, afraid of what might lie inside the doors, but you didn’t say anything, merely turning to give her a reassuring smile before tilting your chin up and walking confidently through the doors. Carrie mimicked your show of strength, pushing her shoulders back and her chin up as she entered the school, fully embodying the appearance of the Queen Bee she’d made herself out to be.

Nothing seemed out of place as you walked through the halls to your lockers, crowds parted to let you through. From the outside, you and Carrie must’ve looked like the picture of poise and you could tell that was reassuring your friend. The façade wasn’t shattered until you were nearing your first class.

Carrie nearly froze when the two of you turned the corner to see Nick walking in the opposite direction. Rather than show weakness, she quickly shook it off, reaching out to lace her fingers through yours, letting your hands hang between you rather than keeping your elbows linked. You squeezed her hand gently as you steered her through the door of your English class and out of the Nick-infested hallways.

The rest of the day proceeded similarly, Carrie holding onto you either through linked arms or linked hands for support, especially if Nick was in the vicinity. The worst was music, the only class you didn’t sit with each other in since Carrie was a vocal student and you were a pianist. Fortunately, though, Mrs. Harrison decided today would be a good day to assign a duet project and you and Carrie were able to partner up. Before you knew it, the final bell was ringing and Carrie was practically dragging you to the parking lot, desperate to get as far away from the school as possible.

“So I was thinking we start with Legally Blonde, and then Bring It On, followed by Mamma Mia,” Carrie rambled off her movie list as you walked arm-in-arm to your cars.

You laughed slightly but nodded.  

“Sounds good.”

You separated briefly and only to drive your cars to her house. Carrie linked your arms once more when you arrived, marching assuredly up the driveway. There was no falsity in the confidence she embodied in her own home, though she now also wore her vulnerability on her sleeve. You felt lucky that she trusted you enough to let her guards down, you got to see a different side of her than pretty much everyone else. Maybe that’s why you fell for her.

The rest of the afternoon and evening went similarly to yesterday, with the two of you snuggled up to each other talking through the movies. You’d both seen them so many times that you could practically recite them from memory.

You took it a step further when you got to Mamma Mia, you having pulled Carrie off the bed when Dancing Queen started. You danced around her room wildly as you sang through the rest of the songs in the movie until you were laughing too hard to breathe and your limbs felt heavy and you collapsed once more onto the bed.

“I wish I had what they have,” Carrie said mournfully as you watched Sam and Donna and Sophie and Sky celebrate their relationships.

“You’ll find it someday,” you said softly, trying to reassure her while also desperately trying not to picture her with someone else. You weren’t sure your heart could take it at that moment.

Carrie scoffed, rolling over to face you. “I’ll never find someone as good for me as you.”

“W-what?”

Carrie peered at you, a mixture of sadness and hope and something else you couldn’t determine.

“I wish I could find someone who’s as good for me as you are,” she repeated, switching up the phrasing as if that’s what you were struggling with, not the fact that this felt like some kind of confession of forbidden love.

“I- well… why not me?” You stuttered out, a burst of bravery you didn’t know you had in you pushing the words out of your mouth. You figured you never would have said it if you hadn’t been so caught off guard by her words.

“Y/N don’t be stupid, you’re not into girls,” Carrie huffed, starting to roll away from you but your arm shot out to grab hers, halting her movements.

“Caroline Wilson I have been in love with you for like two fucking years!”

“You what?!” She practically screeched, jumping up until she was sitting on her knees on the mattress, pulling you up until you were doing the same. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you had Nick and I couldn’t ruin our friendship,” you shrugged, your words coming out calm despite the pounding of your heart and the butterflies flapping around your stomach.

“I would’ve ditched Nick in a heartbeat if I’d known I could have you,” Carrie confessed and when you looked up she was much closer than you’d remembered. Your lips were mere inches apart,  your noses nearly bumping each other. “Can I?” Carrie breathed out, voice barely audible over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

You’d barely nodded when her lips were on yours, softer than you could’ve ever imagined and tasting slightly of her favorite strawberry lip balm that you’d seen her apply earlier.

“So does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” You asked quietly when you finally parted.

“Yes you idiot,” Carrie laughed, her smile the biggest and brightest you’d seen in days and suddenly you were being pulled into another kiss.

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[dontbeunraisonable]

Little Yellow Flower - Kaminari Denki x GN!Reader

This was a request from my one of my darling amigas who is not on tumblr. Please enjoy!

Word Count: 1754

Warnings: swearing i guess, one (1) bad pick up line

Denki has to be the most dense person you have ever met in your life. The first day of class he was “laying on the charm”, showering compliments and offering to show you around the school even though you were both first years and he got lost looking for the bathroom.

The compliments were about anything from your eyes to your smile to the way you wrote your notes to the way you tied your tie. The dedication and attention was endearing. So, naturally, you flirted back.

You talked about how cute his smile is, how his training has improved his quirk, how funny he could be, his hair. You reverse uno card his ass and started using cheesy pick up lines.

“It’s handy I have my library card with me,” you said, jokingly lowering your invisible sunglasses,” ‘cause I’m definitely checking you out.”

A bunch of third years shushed you two as you both cracked up while (pretending to be) studying in the library. But it was worth the glares, as his giggling was the most wonderful thing you had ever heard in your life.

You always paired up with him for group projects, even though he sucks at them, just to have an excuse to sit with him and hang out one-on-one. Because you guys definitely did not work hard on those projects.

Unfortunately, he seemed oblivious to the fact that you liked him. So you slowly came to the conclusion that all his joking around was just that: jokes. You weren’t hurt or offended, as flirting between friends wasn’t malicious. He wasn’t leading you on or anything, you had just misread his intentions.

You just continued your flirtatiousness, but wondered if your conclusion changed your behaviour unknowingly. Were you flirting too often now? Too infrequently? Would he notice if there was a difference?

Luckily for you, Denki did not notice, as he was coming to the same conclusion to you, and was worrying about the same things. What if all his flirting just looked like joking around between two friends? That’s how it began, just goofing around with a cute classmate, but somewhere along the line, he realized that he actually did have feelings for his best friend.

No one noticed the new tension between the two of you, and each of you were hoping it was just your imagination that things were more awkward.

That brings us up to now, where you are currently herding a brain-dead Denki out of the training grounds. You weren’t sure why Aizawa Sensei kept putting you two together, but neither of you were complaining.

Today had been more combat training, and Denki had stayed intact for a while, but at the end he decided to go out with a bang. He did well, but now you had to drag his ass back to the locker rooms. You held his hand and slowly led him. He was babbling and wiggling around, getting distracted by everything. You were never letting Sensei assign you the farthest training spot again. You didn’t have a particularly short fuse, but damn were you impatient to go and take a shower and get a snack. You were both covered in sweat, and your gym uniform was sticky. This was not a hot moment for you.

Denki somehow slipped his hand out of your grasp and bent down to grab something off the ground. You turned to him tiredly, wondering if he was gonna pick up a bug, debating which was worse: him shoving it in your face or him trying to eat it.

“Hey,” you sighed, tapping his shoulder, “can we keep going I really wanna-”

You were cut off by a small flower being shoved in your face. It was a little yellow flower, one that came from a weed that had sprung up in a crack in the sidewalk. He dropped it in your hands and bounced off, the idea of a snack finally permeating his thick skull and entering his brain.

“Alright”, you thought. “That’s it.”

You caught up to the bouncing fool, and when he paused to giggle “wheyyy”, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. All you could taste was his sweat, and you think you might have smashed your nose in a bit too hard. But that giggle of his erased the worries from your mind, and the two of you continued on.

That night, after a nice shower and plenty of food, you were working on homework. You had procrastinated on an assignment rather skillfully, and now you had to really pound this one out or you’d be screwed.

But your brain was a little busy at the moment. He was brain dead, so he surely wouldn’t remember the lil cheek smooch right? Right? God, you hoped so. How could you play that one off as just joking around? ‘Haha yeah you don't kiss your homies? Huh weird haha sorry bout that man’. That is not convincing in the least!

No matter how many times you looked at your mathematics book, your mind replayed his cute little giggle. The yellow flower was sitting on your desk.

You prayed that this wouldn’t hurt your friendship.

Your phone buzzed, waking you from your daydreams. Denki had texted you.

“Ayo you busy? I dont wanna do english”

You hadn’t seen him since you got back to the locker rooms, as you kept missing each other, and the fact that he didn’t seem to text any different assured you that he had no idea what happened.

“No come on over. I dont wanna do maths”

A few minutes later you heard him at your door. “Hello?” he called out in the highest possible falsetto.

“Hello,” you said in your most intimidating and deep voice.

He opened the door, peeking his head through with a weird smile on his face. You mimicked him, flashing him your worst smile. He closed the door behind him and flopped onto your bed.

“I think Mic Sensei wants me dead. I can’t memorize vocab to save my life and he gave us homophones. The quiz is in two days and I have decided to quit hero school and become a professional gamer.”

“With your aim? You’re better off staying in school, my guy.”

He wiped fake tears from his face, and suddenly noticed the flower of honor on your desk. A slight rush of heat went to the tips of his ears, thankfully hidden from your view. But you still noticed his pause.

He turned to face you, his look falling from your face to your hands. “So,” he said, a new hesitancy in his words, “are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?”

You looked at the elephant shaped eraser in your hand. “You got something to say about my eraser, you snob? This is a wonderful eraser and it doesn’t have those weird smudgy things like your nasty one does.”

Denki snorted. “No, I’m sure your eraser is amazing. I meant… you know, what happened earlier? After training?”

Your heart stopped. “Oh. Right. That.”

You looked away from him and nervously scratched at the back of your neck. You had almost convinced yourself that you were okay. But you had been a fool.

“Did you,” Denki quietly spoke up, “mean something by it?”

You avoided his gaze. “Would you be upset if I did?”

A slight smile graced his features. “No, of course not. I just want to know if you… ya know, felt the same way?”

Cue the buffering symbol on your forehead. “The same way,” you repeat to yourself, unwittingly aloud.

“Yeah. Do you, like, like me, or something?”

You turned to face him, your scratching hand falling to your lap. “Yeah. Yes, I do like you. In a more than friend way.”

A large, contagious grin split across his face. Your own mouth followed suit, beaming at the boy sitting with you. A giggle echoed through the room, gracing your ears.

“You really do like me? You’re such a nerd!” He fell back on your bed, poking your leg. Then he sat up again. “Why didn’t you tell me? I sat here thinking it was just me.”

“Why didn’t I tell you? Why didn’t you tell me?” you accused, poking his chest in revenge.

You two continued poking each other, accusing the other of being an idiot. Finally, Denki pulled your hands into his lap, and he leaned in towards you.

“Can we… kiss for real, now? Is that okay with you?”

You nodded, but neither of you moved. Then both of you cracked up realizing that neither of you knew what you were doing.

“Okay,” you said, “I am going to hold still, and you…”

“Mm.”

He leaned in slowly, and you closed your eyes. He softly pressed his slightly puckered lips against yours, and held them there for a few seconds before pulling away a few inches. You leaned forward again to meet his lips, and pressed a series of soft butterfly kisses to his lips. You both pulled away, trying to catch your breaths.

Your eyes opened again, and you could see that his face was bright red.

He wrenched his hands from yours and slapped them over his face. Another giggle left his lips, and you reached out to pull his hands away.

“Ai!”

A little zap shot through your hand when you touched him. He looked at you in worry.

“Oh shit, are you okay? I didn’t mean to zap you! Did it hurt? I-”

“Bro, shut up, it was just a little zap. I’m fine. It wasn’t like the damn playground slides that could kill someone.”

He calmed down and rubbed your hands apologetically.

“Wait,” he said slowly, narrowing his eyes. “Are you still gonna call me bro? We kinda just kissed.”

“I don’t know. Can we kiss more?”

He crawled closer to you, moving the maths book out of the way. He froze a little, then placed his hand tentatively on your shoulders. You leaned into him and met his lips with yours.

You two spent almost half an hour kissing, soft little pecks, slowly gaining confidence in what you were doing. Slowly getting used to the feeling of the other. Slowly learning what the other liked.

From then on, any time you two were alone or far from the group, soft kisses were exchanged. His arm was looped through yours any time you walked together, and his ears were almost permanently tinted red when you were near.

Posted 2020 December 1

[littlefoxwithbighat]

Hi! This is talking about the plot of the dream smp in a meta sense and its a bit negative. The person behind this blog wants to remind you that you can skip if it's not for you and they still love the SMP. :)

ALL DISCUSSION IS ABOUT CHARACTERS. DON'T ATTACK CCS OR I WILL STEAL YOUR KNEECAPS.

I can't lie; I'm really annoyed and worried at the way the writers are handling Tommys character at the moment, and am increasingly concerned about it messing up the plot.

I wasn't very happy with the finale. I don't think that means all is lost, I think they can pull it back but it's going to take some work. I was worried about the way that things were handled before but the green festival was actually very well handled, so my worries were mostly assuaged. But yesterday? I don't know.

The fact nobody lost a cannon death is kind of disappointing. The weight of blowing up an entire city/ (country?) brutally is somewhat lost if there is no human loss. Nobody was hurt physically and the only people this had a big mental impact on was Tommy and Tubbo, everyone else wasn't very attached to L'manburg or had gone rogue, or were detatched from the while situation. And maybe it's the fact it's happened to them before or that they still have each other or that it seems odd/ frustrating that they still care so much about this place or that it was always a losing battle and they knew it, but I dont find myself really pitying them like I probably should. And I think that comes down to character growth or lack thereof, which I'll discuss later.

Niki and Fundy have started a villain arc, or at least a violent nihilism arc, and I actually don't mind it, in fact I'm a fan but it wasnt really foreshadowed, or really just showing them cracking as much as it should have been. I would guess this has mostly been started for both of them to tie Niki into the plot and I can't blame her for wanting that. Fundys acting is very good, and I REALLY hope the writers handle this well. For Fundy, regarding the fact that his father is going to be resurrected and that Fundy is following in his footsteps... If the writers don't realise that connection and make this a big step in Fundys narrative I will scream. Also Funboo bros are very interesting character foils and I hope their relationship is maintained so that they can play of off each other and also man I just really want them to keep being friends, it's a generally positive healthy relationship that makes both characters sympathetic and we need that right now. As for Niki, her character motivations seem to be mostly centered around Tommy and on the one hand I'm like ehhhh, because Tommy's character already gets a disproportionate amount of attention in terms of narrative, and I get it, but recently he's been a bit TOO much of the protagonist for a multi-person POV improve server... and I'm apprehensive. However on the other hand this has potential for a nice confrontation between Tommy and Niki. If that happens I want Tommy to be aware that this is going to happen and not talk over Niki, and I don't want it to be brushed over. I think it would be best if it was just the two of them. This also gives a nice chance for Tommy to examine his trauma with Dream and explain his motivations and Niki to get her anger out. I also want it to end positively, because it absolutely can and lack of communication when the viewer knows how to fix it is OK as a plot device sometimes but incredibly frustrating if it keeps happening (cough, Tommy and Techno).

Ranboo is reacting to the plot amazingly and I have as usual only praise for him, go, you funky enderman boy, go.

Wilbur is getting resurrected which is a thousand percent because Will wants the plot back and honestly I don't really mind, I think he'll do a good job. However I really hope he speaks to everybody about their characters, particularly Fundy, Ranboo and Niki because I don't want their characterisation and arcs to be thrown away.

Tubbo is doing very well, and I don't have many complaints to be honest. I hope he continues to get in with the acting with no shame, because he's an amazing VA when he wants to be, but sometimes he undercuts serious moments a little too much by laughing. Same criticism for Phil actually. But both are doing good.

On the theme of that, while I don't mind tension relievers or humour in serious moments there are sometimes too many. It was a lot worse about a month back and it was improving, but it seems to be creeping back in and ehhh. It's kind of Marvel-esque and not in a good way? I think it has a lot to do with bloopers and for some reason there are loads at the moment? Like Wilburs arc had almost none and this arc there's at least 2 every moment. Which isn't always their fault but maybe they need to take more steps to prevent them.

Techno is doing OK, he's quite a meta character so I'm not too mad about him undercutting serious moments but sometimes he does do it too much or in the wrong place. Like making jokes about Connor completely over the top of Tommy and Tubbos reunion, you know an event which has been foreshadowed for yoinks, prevented them from getting a proper flow going and kind of ruined it. And that made the reunion really dissapointing, which is a shame because it could have been so cool. However his characterisation is consistent and dedicated, his goals and relationships are clear and he's getting humanised more which is nice, and his monologues are great. I'm curious to see what he does now NL'M is gone but I have total faith in him.

Now Tommy. Oh Tommy. His character is such a mess at the moment, which is a shame because there were moments I saw people doubting his character choices and I was behind him.

Firstly the relationship with Techno fell apart. That was inevitable. Tommy didn't care about anarchy and Techno didn't care about the discs and both of their goals would impede the others. But the way Tommy talks about Techno is so... No? And now I understand that Tommy is going to have a biased perspective on the whole situation, and that's fine and good, but his character is so wrong about Techno it feels weird and painful? Like even from his perspective it went down differently to how he talks about it. They don't listen to each other and it's like watching two people scream at a wall.

The issue is the relationship was fairly well developed. I struggle to see Tommy saying he saw Techno as a friend but Techno never saw him as a friend because hold on, what? Techno, here's a respiration helmet because of that one of thing you told me about your trauma, a disc because those make you happy, plus top tier armour and weaponry, plus I'm going to spend time with you, calm you down from panic attacks, hide you and protect you from Dream, let you wander around L'manburg and achieve your own goals and help you plan things out Techno and Tommy didn't get ANYTHING from that? Plus after Techno opens up about his goals and his trauma, do the one thing that would hurt him the most, (use and then betray him) and then directly oppose his goals after he helped me? Ugh. It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I know he would never let Tubbo get hurt and thats fine, but there were ways around that. If you're framing this character as the protagonist, then he needs to be sympathetic or at least grow and Tommy using Techno again without remorse and then refusing to listen to his perspective or show any gratitude for anything makes it difficult for viewers to empathise with him in my opinion. Have him betray Techno and then listen to Techno when he explains why Tommys betrayal hurt him and apologise, fine. Have him listen to Techno and try and find a way to keep Tubbo safe regardless, fine. Have him betray Techno but apologetically and still trying to avoid Techo getting crushed or killed, fine. But THIS? Im sympathetic towards Tommys character but this throws away so much potential character development for Tommy, where at least he saw Techno as a person, and not only that but a nice person who despite everything has set aside everything to help him? And then for him to be exactly where he was at the end of season 1, both literally, and emotionally ? I understand this is a child soldier with trauma but this is supposed to be our protagonist and if he doesn't grow, and isn't sympathetic and destroys someone we care about, how can we root for him?

Now all of this could be forgivable, not great, but forgivable, if Tommy had moved on from the discs. The Goddamn Discs™. And the worse part is all the dominoes were lined up to suggest he had! We had his moment of "he watched me" where he realised Dream was the villain and controlling him, "I've become worse than everyone I hated" good, amazing, I see where this is going, "The discs were worth more than you ever were!" and then he retracts and apologises and you think horray! Tommy has realised the discs were being used to control him and if he doesn't care about them, they hold no value! Now he's going to realise that his friends are more important and he's going to stop going after the discs. His new character motivation can be killing Dream and protecting his friends, especially Tubbo. It's clearly angled this way, and this way the plot progresses and Tommy with it. What marvellous character development. Look at him go.

And THEN, after everything that's happened he says the most important thing is the disc and I want them back!?!? EH !!? Why... Who... Who gave the OK on that writing decision? That's so static and boring and unsympathetic! And then he's back to asking people do fight for L'manburg? What?

I'll be honest I was kind go hoping either Tommy or Tubbo would die with L'manburg. I didn't mind it they didn't, there are a thousand ways to make the plot work without them dying, but this was not a great one.

PLEASE let Tommy have some growth. Yes he's had some from not caring about L'manburg to fighting for it in season one, but that was ages ago and he doesnt seem to have changed since then in any way that really counts. And I know this is harsh and he's traumatised but you have to understand I am talking about this in a sense of characters and narrative and NOT in terms of real life. Tommy needs to be better and dynamic because he is a charcacter and I want him to be a good one.

Having said all that, here are my thoughts on the future of the SMP.

Firstly, I am worried that becuse it is such a good source of content, especially for Tommy that they will never ever kill his character and leave him fighting with Dream for eternity. And I love the Dream SMP but I've seen stories that get dragged out for plot or content, and however much you think you want it to never end, let me tell you, yes you do. It will get stale and repetitive and I want the dream smp, or at least Tommys arc to go out with a beautiful and brilliant and fabulous plot ending instead of being dragged into the dirt. And then maybe new characters take the spotlight. Just please god give it a goode ending.

I also really hope they don't throw other things away to make Tommy the centre of attention, especially if it's destructive to the plot, or kind of weird and obnoxious.

Secondly, I am intrigued about the prison and Schlatts book to Dream and Technos favour and the egg and what that entails and I hope they really think through those plot points carefully and make them work, and don't forget them or throw them away.

Thirdly, I am intrigued for Wilburs return and hope that he manages to fix it cohesively without too crazy a change of pace and style and keeping characters (especially Ranboo and Fundy and Niki) consistent.

I hope they prep for the future and think things thought and communicate with each other.

It might be interesting to see other countries finally discussed but I don't know how much that would intefere with other plot points so we'll see.

That's all! Reminder that this is about characters and plot and this is just a few criticisms. I love the dream smp, but there are somethings I wanted to get of my chest. Please be respectful and feel free to discuss in the notes. Also, again, no hate to any CCs!

[stardustanthem]

‘The Infamous Geralt of Rivia’ | Witcher x Female Reader

// A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING ANYTHING LIKE THIS BUT I’LL BE DAMNED IF I DONT TRY

Pairing: Geralt x Reader (more of an adventurous way, but who knows what could happen if I make more parts.)

Description: Traveling in the countryside you find Jaskier dragging you into trouble yet again, only to meet the one and only Geralt of Rivia, and his... child surprise?

Warnings: Noooooneeeee

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The continent as far as the eye could see was all the same. Grass, trees, monster, more grass, more trees, and oh look- another monster. Typically your time spent in the continent was among the trees, main roads are a bother and a sure way to get yourself into trouble. Robbers and thieves aren’t worth the stamina, but a striga? An alghoul? You’d much rather take your chances with a monster worth a few coins.

“Good gods, Y/N, how much longer until we stop to rest? My feet are absolutely killing me,” Jaskier whines like a child up at you from his place on the ground. He doesn’t get to ride your horse, she doesn’t like men, and it’s unfortunate for you because Jaskier complains majority of the time you’re traveling.

You grunt, looking down at him from the side of your cloak hood. You hope your eyes are glaring, but with your cloak in the way it’s hard to tell, “Jaskier, you complain a lot for a fairy within kicking distance of my horses ass.” You pull the reins to stop your horse as a bluff causing Jaskier to begin blubbering in horror. You find yourself laughing softly before continuing on into the forest, Jaskier pouting beside you in an irritable funk.

The bard is funny, but you’d never admit this. He’s been your companion on the road since you bumped into him on the outskirts of Sodden. No surprise at all he was singing a ballad, something you’d heard murmured within the walls of the pubs across the continent. Toss a coin to your Witcher...

Yet when you found Jaskier he wasn’t sober.. and he certainly wasn’t happy when he was singing it. He was crying, an absolute mess of tears and snot over his lute next to a swamp, definitely home to a Kikimora. You took pity on the bard and invited him along with you to town for some ale.

Your mistake was thinking Jaskier was only going to accompany you as long as the pub, and now here you are weeks later. Though his complaining is annoying, and he can’t stop singing that damn song, he’s okay to have around. You’d been talking to your horse, Sera, for far too long. Even if Jaskier wasn’t going to be around forever, you at least had a companion for now.

At the top of a hill to the right of the trail you hear a horse huffing softly, followed by a few grunts. Suddenly you see the tops of the trees glow dimly from a fire source on the ground somewhere up there. Another person. You push Sera on, ignoring the protests of Jaskier behind you. You don’t trust random people in the woods, that’s the whole point of taking the backroads. You want to avoid people.

You can hear Jaskier scrambling up the hill toward the fire, muttering nonsense about ‘knowing that horse anywhere’, when suddenly you can hear him releasing a sigh of relief as he reaches the top of the hill. You stop Sera, turning your gaze toward the top of the hill. You see the bard standing with his back to you, the fire making his figure look like a shadow before he steps out of your vision entirely. Does he know the owner of the fire? Damn it, Jaskier.

You grunt to yourself, turning Sera to a shitty path taking you up to the top of the hill. You could tell that even she was tired, but you’d never been scared of pushing her a little further before. Somehow though, you feel this encounter will make for an interesting evening. You reach beneath your cloak to your belt holding both of your daggers. Your sword was strapped to your back, but that would be too obvious a move if you needed to act.

You never expected to see Jaskier doing actual labor, and despite yourself seeing him carry wood towards the fire made you gasp in surprise. Two heads turned towards you at the sound, one pair of eyes already on you. Gold.

“Ah, Y/N, I was wondering if you would swallow your pride and-” Jaskier started as you climbed off of Sera. You cut him off with a glare, shoving your hood off of your head. He sighed and sat down next to the white haired man.

“Thank you for the invitation, Jaskier.” You grumbled, before turning towards the man next to him, “I’m Y/N, a wanderer of the continent. Forgive my intrusion, but that’s my bard.” You pointed a gloved hand at Jaskier and shot him a look. He returned your gaze apologetically.

You released Sera’s reins and place the sword on your back in a sheath attached to her saddle, knowing well she wouldn’t wander without you, before finding your own seat across the fire from a young girl, a white haired man, and Jaskier. It was silent until you heard the golden eyed man release a grunt, “Actually, that bard is mine.” You felt yourself stiffen, instinctively reaching for the dagger beneath your cloak.

Jaskier, despite himself, released a child-like giggle, “Oh please, don’t fight over me.” You and the man both turned on Jaskier releasing a grunt of disapproval before turning back towards each other. You had your hand gripped so tightly on your dagger it was hurting. You could feel the burn of his gaze as his jaw clenched tighter, “Geralt... Y/N...”

You felt yourself relax slightly watching Geralt settle back into his position by the fire. The young girl next to him stared at you, smiling slightly when your eyes met hers. You turned back to Geralt, “Might I join you for the evening? I won’t be leaving without Jaskier.” The girl next to Geralt scoffs softly, before glancing at Geralt, “Is this girl your... daughter? Might she have a name?”

To this Geralt grabs his sword and drapes it across his lap, “The girl is no concern of yours. You touch her and I’ll kill you.” You feel yourself growing tired of the tension. You don’t know these people, but Jaskier does and despite his awful coping mechanisms and taste in women, you do trust that he would never put you in danger. Jaskier has been staring at you too, he gives you a pleading look, and just for your friend you comply.

You rise to your feet, noticing how quickly Geralt stands with his sword in hand, before you drop your cloak from your body. You release your daggers from their belt and set them on the ground before you, “I also have a sword on my horse, Sera. You may hold onto it if you wish. I wish you and the girl no harm, as I stated I will not be leaving without Jaskier, my bard.” You drop back down onto the log across from Geralt, watching as he sheaths his weapon and sits back down.

“Your bard used to be my bard,” Geralt grumbled before taking the roasted animal off of the stick over the fire. He offered some to the girl, some to Jaskier and some for himself. He didn’t shoot you a glance as he put the stick back on the fire, “Jaskier tells me that you kill monsters as well.” You furrow your brows at this.

“As well?” You pry, glancing at Jaskier. Does the man with the lute only keep monster hunters as friends? How strange.

Geralt chuckles, “I’m a Witcher, Y/N the wanderer. Geralt of Rivia, and though I am cautious of you, Jaskier wouldnt bring a companion to my fire and start a fight.” He lifted the stick off the fire and stood, making his way over to you with the leftovers. He stands over you, his golden eyes staring into yours as he offers you the last of their food.

You take the stick and lean past Geralt looking towards the girl, “If you are still hungry you may have what’s left. I ate earlier today, I won’t eat this if you’re hungry.” The young girl smiles as she licks her fingers before coming to sit next to you. Her small, dirty hands grab the food from you. You watch intently as she dissects the cooked meat in half, giving you some and keeping the rest for herself.

Geralt is staring down at the two of you watch the tender moment just as the young girl speaks, “I’m Ciri, Geralt’s Child surprise.” She giggles softly to herself, looking up at the Witcher. He releases a soft grunt before sitting down next to Jaskier. They fall into a soft conversation, watching the two of you from time to time.

The evening winds down into a soft montage of laughter and warmth between Ciri and yourself. You had never experienced something like this. You had never allowed yourself to open up to people before, only Jaskier. People usually accused you of being a Witcher, which makes no sense as women can’t survive the mutations it takes, but you were trained from a young age on how to care for yourself. Sword and all. Your mother was a healer, and your father a former military general, were quite the odd pair. They died of old age, gods rest their souls.

“Y/N, are you going to camp with us the rest of the evening?” Ciri pulled you from your thoughts, looking at you expectantly. You glance over at Geralt and Jaskier, their conversation coming to a complete stop.

You stare at the young girl and release a soft sigh before giving her a smile, “I’m sure Jaskier wouldn’t mind the rest, as long as Geralt says it’s okay.” You turn your body towards Geralt meeting his golden gaze with a smile, “What do you say, Witcher? Can you spare some room for the two of us around your fire?”

Geralt moves his eyes from yours to Ciri’s, before coming back to you and giving you a curt nod, “For the evening. We have a long journey ahead of us and can’t drag along two more travelers,” Geralt turns to Jaskier and pats his shoulder, “Sorry, Jaskier.” Jaskier smiled slightly, nodding at Geralt before rising to his feet and grabbing our travel blankets from Sera’s saddle. Somehow she had managed to moved closer to the other horse tied off on a tree.

“Is that your horse, Geralt? Seems Sera is fond of the company.” You laugh softly earning a grunt from Geralt. You rise to your feet to help Ciri set up a comfortable bed. She settled over the blanket, and you offered your cloak as a blanket, not feeling yourself grow tired yet. Jaskier handed you your blanket and set his up on the opposite side of Ciri. You heard his soft goodnight as he settled into sleep with his lute.

It was just you and the Witcher now, his golden eyes shining brighter as they stared into the dwindling fire. You cleared your throat softly gaining his attention, “Thank you for allowing me to spend time with you and Ciri this evening, I know Jaskier appreciates it too.”

He raises his eyebrows thoughtfully, turning his gaze back to the fire, “When Ciri and I have finished our quest I would like for us to cross paths again. Jaskier and I left off on a bad note, and as much as I hate him, I do owe him another adventure to make up for how I left things.” He shifted, his elbows sitting on his knees. You feel a twinge of courage rise in your gut, giving your tired legs elevation. You slowly rose to your feet and moved to sit next to Geralt. A stranger turned aquaintance.

“I wouldn’t mind if our paths also crossed again, Geralt. I’m sorry for coming on so mistrusting. Forgive me. Most people we encounter on the trails aren’t exactly polite,” you turn your gaze away from Geralt and back to the fire, running a hand through your tangled hair. You feel his hand on your arm, rough and calloused. Heat rising in your cheeks, you meet his gaze.

“Ciri seems to like you, that’s reason enough for me to forgive your hesitation. It’s the way of our people,” He speaks roughly, exhaustion in his voice. Our people. He considers you a Witcher? You’re beyond flattered, but almost feel a pang of guilt for letting yourself bask in the glory of such a title. You’re not a Witcher, and though this life wasn’t chosen, you don’t hold the same abilities as a Witcher.

“I’m sorry, Geralt, but I’m not-”

“I know you aren’t a Witcher, women can’t survive the mutations. Yet I know you were raised as I was. Maybe without the magic, and the mutagens, but we have the same way of life and I respect it nonetheless.”

Geralt rises to his feet and stretches his arms over his head before walking around Jaskier and the fire over to Ciri. He brushes her hair out of her face and pulls your cloak up higher over her head before laying down next to her. He lays on his side, staring at you. You keep his gaze, absolutely captivated by the being Jaskier had accidentally led you to meet. Destiny.

“Goodnight, Geralt,” You mutter softly as you see his eyes close.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

———

[kewltie]

How do you come up with so many new ideas for stories? I feel like I’m constantly stumped and stuck with cliches (and while those are fun and I absolutely love them) I can never really think of something to make it my own? When I see your writing I feel like you’re able to take cliches and make it your own so much it no longer feels like one, I’m always so worried about making a story to similar to another when trying to put a spin on a classic trope, also! Hope youre doing okay during this time

hi anon!!!

such a good question to bring up! for me, personally, inspiration comes really easy bc im really easy. that sounds weird but i basically consume any form of media across various genres that would catch my interest. i read, watch, play (games mostly lol), etc and maintain a variety of interest in like all sort of things so i pull ideas from a lot of diff places. like, i REALLY REALLY love animals and nature documentaries so i like to incorporate that into my stories w/ in the form of post-apocalyptic mermaids au (what happen when majority of humans leave earth and those left behind returns to the oceans bc i watch a fake nature doc about mermaids which are apparently sea ape and how how all live originate in the sea) or plant au (where the earth is living entity and try to take back the planet w overgrown murderous plants and descend into a world of nature taking REVENGE etc). i also really REALLY like watching doc about history of conquered so that influence my writing a lot lol. so yea, i take inspo in all these media i consumed and turn it into something i want to read. so having all these various interests that are all over the place i dont have a problem jumping from one genre to the next and never really get bored! you can see me talking endlessly about the various media i have consumed (i.e shoujo/shounen/yaoi etc manga/webtoon, asian dramas, games, tv shows) and im always open to new ones too!! being open minded to try out things not in my comfort zone was such a huge help for me and now im like ok that sounds cool i’ll try it lol. 

also, i really what i call genre mashing like combining two things that dont usually go together automatically like ??? post apocalyptic mermaids??? the princess bride but steampunk?? OR beauty and the beast au in space?? LIKE all are ideas i have talk huge amount about bc i love putting familiar ideas and throwing it some weird wild settings and just HAVE FUN. if you have something you think been done a millions time before (which is not WRONG AT ALL) just think how you could do it different this time around or look at it in a diff perspective. like, i wrote a hundred arrange marriage royalty au AND I APOLOGETICALLY LOVES THEM and each time im like i already did desert setting so i’ll go for some winter setting this time around; or i’ll make them childhood friends last time, i’ll go for enemies; in other fic i explored theme of duty vs heart, now i want to explore war themes etc so like i dont intentionally try to make it diff but i just think how the story & chars may go if i take on a diff direction and sometimes that little change can have a rippling effect and turn into a whole diff story. so yea, dont be afraid to ask yourself WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF–? bc who knows where it take you! 

this also translate to when im reading fanfics of other ppl and I READ A LOT. LIKE A SHIT TON. if im not writing im usually reading something. when im reading other ppl’s fic i get to see their take on certain tropes or how they address certain that i may really like a lot and i want to tackle it on my own but that also lead to if i run into a branch in the story where the author does it certain way but i think myself hmm…. what if this happen the other way and THAT GIVES ME IDEA. like, dont let hold yourself back from reading other fanfics bc you’re afraid you get similar ideas when the whole of fandom is about inspiring each other. inspiration =/= carbon copy. i openly talked about my ideas all the time and not possessive about it bc sometimes ppl would ask me if they can write something base of it and i 99%  say yea go ahead bc the way they write it would be diff from how i write it even though it’s the same concept, how i write the chars & the themes may be diff from how they view it. you can HAVE THE SAME IDEA BUT DIFF EXECUTION. that’s the most important part!!! it is not plagiarizing bc seeding an idea is like part of fandom and it becomes trend a lot the way ABO gets around the fandom like wildfire lmao. 

last but not least, be THE FIC YOU WANT TO READ. this is why you usually see me starting a conversation w a i really, really LOVE/LIKE etc and ramble away about an idea and how it’ll go. a lot of my stories are a reflection of my interests like how im always talking endlessly about kingdoms, war, and rulers and conquerors bc im just really fascinated by it lmao /o. and there’s also all those single parents fic i wrote bc i deeply empathized with it due my childhood being raised by a single mother. and there are times when things that matter to me i put in my stories, like im hitting my 30s soon and im still single. i think i dont mind being like that but i want to have children so how would that work out?? things that plague me in real life i address in fics in term of surrogacy & sperm donation bc it’s something i consider about wanting a family when you’re single and dont have a partner. every fic or idea i have ever written or talk about you can see my fingerprints all over it bc they’re things i deeply, truly care and am interest about that i want IT TO EXIST IN THE WORLD so i write it out. i algo get really annoyed when im there’s a trend in fandom to take a trope in certain direction and i just dont like it lmao (i.e. villain!deku im more focus on izuku getting his redemption and how & yandere au  WHEN THEY ARE EQUALLY CRAZY ABOUT EACH OTHER) so i put my frustration and complaint into a fic. you can see this clearly in a lot of my ABO fics where i tend to put omegas often on top bc that’s just my particular taste. i dont try to buckle trend just to be contrary but i do it when my taste doesn’t match theirs and ya know be the fic you see in the world basically lol. just bc something is popular by the mass doesn’t mean you have to follow it even IF YOU THINK YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO LIKE IT, let assure you’re wrong. there will always be someone who taste clicks with yours OR you can persuade them just by writing a kickass fic and just stand by what they wrote. sometimes, i find myself falling in love with a story i would never consider reading at all bc i dont like the trope or themes just bc the writing is v v v good or the writer CLEARLY LOVE WHAT THEY WROTE THAT THEY PUT THEIR HEART AND SOUL INTO IT and i can see it in their writing and im swayed. so yea, don’t think of putting a new spin on old cliche but try to think of as making it your own by doing it how you WOULD GO AT IT. how would you write the million abo fic? what do you like to see? HISTORICAL, SCIFI, FANTASY? how would you categorized ABO?? go for classic alphas rules society and omegas are lower class? or do the total opposite?? like DON’T FORCE yourself to be diff, just let it come to you and im sure you’ll be able to make it your own bc look there’s like a million fics on ao3 AND EVEN MORE THAN MILLION original novels in real life. you’re not going to invent anything new that had never seen before so dont try be diff but be yourself and soon you’ve have something that is solely your owns and nobody else and that’s the best advice i can give. 

a;sjdf;as sorry this is such a incoherent mess but i LOVE, LOVE cliches just as much as i like trope breaking them and it doesnt matter where you fall on the line as long as you can enjoy what you create that’s all that matter! i hope whatever i said help you out a little and lighten your worry just a bit. and thanks for the question bc it really is intrestingl !!!!! and i hope you’re staying safe and please take care bc im doing ok for now lol!!

[imaginedisish]

Take On Me (Otis Milburn x Reader) (Sex Education)

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE OMG. OKAY UMMMM THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS. I KINDA CRIED BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL SO AMAZING. ANYWAY...here’s some smut :) hehehehe! This was SUPER requested. The title is based on the Aha song of the same name. My friends tell me I look like the girl who dances to this song in that vine...so if you ever wanna know what I look like, I kinda look like her??? ANYWAY... I hope you alllll enjoy :) Thank you for all the love and support <3 xxxxx (oh and Colin Ritman smut is up next LOL BYE)

Summary: You and Otis decide that it’s time to take things to the next step in your relationship....for the first time...SMUT!

Warnings: SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. language...fluff...yeppers. 

Word Count: 2,124

Also...I made a part two that I’ll link here!

You walk down the road, your hand in his, giggling, talking about anything and everything that comes to your mind. Your yellow sundress sways in the wind, a smile plastered across your face.

“I mean you’re lying if you say you wouldn’t kill to go back to 1979 and see Joy Division live!” Otis says, his ocean eyes glowing in the moonlight. You stare into them, drowning wave after wave. 

“Well sure, but what about Lou and Bowie?” You say back, arching a brow in Otis’s direction. He nods, agreeing. “You rather see Joy Division, don’t you?” You ask, laughing a bit. You knew when Otis was holding something back from you. You could see it in his eyes, or simply in the way he held himself. He gets fidgety and restless. 

“O-okay w-well m-maybe. Yes. I’d rather see Joy Division,” Otis says finally, an apologetic smile spreading across his face. 

He was too cute to even care that he disagreed with you. “Oh well,” You say, pausing, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I guess I just have better taste than you.” You giggle loudly. 

“Guess I’ll just have to accept that my girlfriend is far cooler than I ever will be,” Otis says back, throwing his hands up to meet yours, grabbing them softly. He plants a kiss on your forehead, and you hum with pleasure. It was little moments like these that made your heart sing, no matter how innocent or small. 

You two continuing walking, your hand still in his. Otis had been your boyfriend for about two months, but you and he had been friends for much longer. Everything seemed so perfect, except for one thing. 

Sex. 

It wasn’t necessarily taboo in your relationship, you and Otis had talked about it before, but, you were a virgin, and so was he. Obviously, there was no problem with that. But you had both gotten to the point where you genuinely wanted each other. Otis was over his intimacy issues, thanks to you, and you felt like you were ready to take your relationship to the next step. 

You see Otis’s house up a head, the massive, red, Queen Anne style home still vibrant in the dark of night. A few lights are still on inside the house, but it was likely that Otis’s mother had gone to bed. It was late. Stars hang carefully in the night sky, dancing over a round, full moon. The trees sway in the crisp summer wind. Otis stops for a second, taking both your hands in his. 

“Do you want to, m-maybe, c-come inside?” Otis asks nervously, biting his lip. You can’t help but smile. 

“Yeah, yeah I’d like that,” You say, pulling him along the path as you walk forward. He stumbles a bit, tripping over his own feet as he catches up with you. Eventually you two approach the front door. 

Otis puts a finger to his lips, cautioning you to be quiet. You nod your head in response. Otis slowly opens the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. The door creeks loudly, and Otis’s turquoise eyes fling open widely, filling with anxiety. You let out a small giggle, covering your mouth immediately after, trying to suppress your laughter. Normally, sneaking around was “sexy”, but not with Otis. He was so adorable, so cute. 

“Now that’s not fair. My sneaking skills are quite good, ya know,” Otis whispers, a smirk plastered on his face. You smile, shaking your head in disbelief. Then, Otis grabs your hand, pulling you swiftly into the dimly light house. He shuts the door behind you, and guides you up the stairs and into his room. 

You somehow successfully reach Otis’s room without banging into anything, or worse, waking his mother up. He closes the door to his room, and slides the brass lock into place. 

Your eyes gloss over his room. His bed sat in the center of the attic like space, the walls covered in different band posters. You spot a giant Joy Division poster next to his bed, and a The Stranglers poster right next to that. 

On the other side of the room was a bookcase, holding Otis’s extensive collection of records and books. You walk over to the case, scanning to see which records he had. Not to your surprise, the boy had everything from Arcade Fire, to Arctic Monkeys, to the Beatles, to Nirvana.  

The room screamed Otis. It was a perfect personification of his personality, and you loved it. 

Otis smiles at you softly, grabbing your hand again, and walking you over to the bed. He sits down on the edge of the twin mattress, and you sit down next to him. Otis looks deeply into your eyes, his aquamarine gaze filling your stomach with excitement. Your heart flutters in your chest. 

“I know that we’ve been talking a lot about…” Otis trails off. He swallows harshly, his Adam’s apple bopping in his throat. “W-well about sex. If you don’t feel comfortable with this I completely unders-,” 

You cut him off before he can finish his sentence. “I want this, Otis. I really do.”

“A-are you sure?” He asks, arching a brow. 

“Yes, I’m positive.”

Without any hesitation, Otis’s hands come up to cup your cheeks, and he pulls you into a hungry kiss. His tongue brushes against your top lip, asking for permission to enter. You part your lips slightly, as his tongue dances across your teeth, intertwining with your tongue every now and then. You pull apart for a second, trying to catch your breath. 

Otis breathes deeply as his hand brushes against your inner thigh, his eyes refusing to leave yours. You melt under his touch. He slowly moves higher, searching your eyes for permission. You nod your head eagerly in response. 

His hand then makes its way closer to you core, and you whimper in anticipation. Otis slowly pushes your flowing yellow dress up. 

“I know I already asked but I just want to-,”

You cut him off again. “Otis, I want you.” He nods, pushing your dress up farther. His hand slides up your thigh again, reaching towards your heat. His thumb begins to brush against your clit over your panties, getting faster each second. 

A muffled moan escapes your lips. Otis smirks, and stops. You send a disapproving frown in his direction, but to your delight, Otis slowly begins to pull at the hem of your panties. He takes his time as he gets down on the floor, and slips them off your legs. 

You decide it’s time to turn the tables a bit. Your hand reaches across Otis’s thigh as he sits back up on the bed. You begin to palm him through his jeans. 

“F-fuck,” Otis groans loudly. You quickly put a single finger up to his lips, signaling for him to be quiet. His mother is most likely just down the hall, you think to yourself. 

Otis nods, and you continue to palm his shaft through his blue jeans, his erection growing. You slowly unzip his pants, undo his belt and pull down his jeans. You reach down to continue palming him, but he grabs your hand before you can do anything else.

“No. My turn to make you feel good,” Otis says, pushing you down on the bed. You’re shocked at Otis’s sudden confidence, but pleased nonetheless. He pulls your yellow sundress over your head, revealing your lacy bra underneath. 

“My god you're gorgeous.” Heat rises to your cheeks. 

Otis’s hand travels across your chest, down your stomach, finally resting on your heat. He begins to play with your clit again, circling the spot slowly with his thumb. 

“O-otis,” You call out, your eyes falling shut, a fire beginning to burn in the pit of your stomach. 

“Do you like that?” Otis asks, rubbing faster now. You open your eyes, nodding your head up and down eagerly. 

“Y-yes,” You mutter. You had touched yourself before, but this felt so much different. It felt amazing. Suddenly, you feel Otis’s finger slide over your wet opening. He looks to you for permission once again. “Y-yes please.” He does as you say, sliding a finger into your opening. 

“Tell me what feels good, and what doesn’t,” Otis says, his eyes wide with concern. 

“H-holy shit,” You cry out, pleasure washing over you. Otis shushes you politely, a smirk stretching across his face. “Th-this f-feels r-really g-good.”

The feeling of Otis’s finger filling you up, and his thumb toying with your clit begins to become overwhelming. You were seconds away from coming, and you knew it. 

“O-otis, I think I’m going t-to,” You stutter as Otis picks up his pace, inserting another finger, the sensation itself practically sending you over the edge. He thrusts become even faster. In, out, in out, in out.  

“Shuuuush, let go love,” Otis coos. Your walls flutter around his fingers. 

“F-fuck! Otis!” You shout, coming around his fingers. Otis lessens his pace, and pulls out of you. “M-my god that was a-amazing.” You laugh, pulling Otis closer to you. “I want you, Otis. I need you.” Otis’s jaw drops. He quickly reaches over to the nightstand next to him, grabbing a condom from the drawer. He unwraps the packaging, slowly slipping the condom over his hard cock.

You hurriedly pull off his shirt, kissing him passionately at any chance you get. You yank down Otis’s boxers, revealing his hard member. Otis takes his erected cock into his hand, looking to your eyes one more time for permission. You nod your head in response as he lines himself up with your entrance. 

Suddenly, Otis’s cock fills pushes through your folds and inside of you. 

“Oh sh-shit,” Otis mutters, burying his head in your neck, and then pushing himself up again. 

“H-holy f-fuck,” You cry out, tears rushing to your eyes. You knew it would feel different than fingering yourself, or how Otis had just fingered you, but this was different than what you expected. It hurt, but just for a second. After some time, the pain began to subside. Otis waits a minute, making sure you’ve adjusted to his size. 

“A-are you alright?” Otis asks, brushing your cheek with his hand. 

“Y-yes,” You mutter. 

“Are you sure. We can stop if you don’t want to go any further,” Otis says, his voice kind and reassuring. 

“No, I want this. I want you,” You say back to him, passion in your eyes. Otis nods, and begins to thrust in and out of you gently. The pain erases itself, and is replaced by total and utter pleasure. “F-fuck Otis.”

“(Y/N),” Otis hums as he quickens his pace. His cock was hard. It felt so good. “M-my g-god you’re so f-fucking wet,” Otis coos. His words alone could make you come. 

Otis’s hand reaches down to your clit, and he begins to toy with it again. You dig your fingernails into his back, practically ready to scream in pleasure as he draws circles at your heat. Otis begins to lose his rhythm, his thrusts becoming extremely sloppy.

“I’m, I’m g-going to c-come,” Otis cries out shakily as a fire pools in your lower abdomen. 

“M-me too,” You breath heavily. Your walls tighten around Otis’s pulsating cock. “Otis!” You cry out, coming around him. 

“Oh-oh fuck,” Otis moans, letting go, thrusting deeply into you one last time.

Otis pulls out of your opening, crashing down on the bed, next to you. You lay there for some time, not saying anything, just enjoying each other’s company.

“That was…” You trail off. “Absolutely perfect.” You turn on your side to face Otis. He’s beaming with joy. He reaches a hand to your face, pushing the hair out of your eyes. 

“Yeah, just like you,” He smirks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling the covers over you two. 

“I love you, Otis,” You whisper into his ear. 

“I love you, (Y/N),” Otis murmurs. Your eyes flutter closed, and open again, becoming heavy with sleep. You press your face into Otis’s chest, pressing kisses there. 

“You know you aren’t just some guy in the corner, right? You’re special. You’re so fucking special,” You say, looking up to him. His diamond eyes meet your gaze. 

“And you know you’re more important and more beautiful than every star in the galaxy, right?” You smile against his chest, pressing a kiss on his collarbone. 

You really did love that boy, far more than words could ever say.  

Far more than anything else. 

[magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics]

The Lives We Lost - Request

Requested by  @ archiekins-ronnie: cAN I PLEASE HAVE A HARRY POTTER IMAGINE!! happy and angsty pls?? maybe like they have a one night stand before the war and she ends up pregnant but they dont know and when they find out shes pregnant, its too late and the baby ends up dyinf. but in the end theyre happy and fluff pls?

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader

Word Count: 3.393

Warnings: Not edited, I changed a bit from the original story. I wrote this by memory. Trigger warning: baby loss. I don’t know what it feels like, nor the emotional pain of the loss, so I’ve you’ve been through this, please understand this.

A/N: First of all, I’m not sure if magic actually works the way I wrote but screw it. I had to change the timeline a bit, and also I tried avoiding certain scenes because, if you’re reading this, I’m assuming you already read the books and/or watched the movie so it’s unnecessary. It’s also the first fic I wrote about Harry Potter since I took my break, and I haven’t rewatched the movies nor reread the books in a while so please be patient.

Enjoy!

The war had started out of a sudden. The lives of innocents were being taken, and there was no place left to hide. It was terrifying. The world was covered in a darkness that - they feared - would never fade away.

Mothers hid their children behind the walls, up in their attics and some of them even sent them away. Muggleborns slept with one eye open, fearing that death would come at any time, and even pure-blooded families feared that they would be forced to join the Dark Lord’s side.

During the last nights of peace - fake peace - Harry had tried drowning his sorrow in alcohol, for it was the only thing that could cover up reality, replacing it with wonderous visions of the pink-coloured life he wished for.

There was a waitress, who appeared once Harry was absolutely drunk. She was beautiful as a lily, and had the fearless attitude of a lion. She’d laugh at Harry’s jokes, and always talked from a clever point of view.

It was inevitable for them to, eventually, end up together in one of those rooms the Leaky Cauldron rented for passerby witches and wizards.

Their lips found each other’s when the sun was starting to come out. Harry had drunk all night long, and she had been his company throughout the whole process. She was comprehensive, and had a deep attachment to the boy who lived, because she saw him not as a saviour but as a poor fellow who had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

She was about to leave - her shift was over - when Harry managed to grab her arm. She looked down at the drunken boy, all sweaty and blushed.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, “Stay with me, I don’t want to…”

“To what, Harry?” She inquired, knowing exactly what he meant.

“To die.”

She knew what he meant. It didn’t involve Voldemort, nor a Death Eater, nor anything anyone else could think of; he meant die by his own hand. He was too young to live with that pressure, yet he managed somehow to survive each year… But, during the past nights, with all the events going on, he had considered the easy way out - easy for someone whose loved ones’ lives didn’t depend on them - and she knew it, she knew it because he confessed it night after night, between whispers and tacky jokes. She knew it, because he had told her more than once, not only with words but with actions, glances and silent tears.

“I’m taking you to your room,” She said, helping him up and then guiding him to the upper floor and then to his room.

Harry allowed her to drag him around the place. She made him sit on his bed and take his shoes off, she placed a bucket by the side of the bed, just in case, and closed the curtains to avoid the sun from leaking in.

“You don’t have to do that,” Harry observed. His tongue was clumsy, due to the alcohol he had consumed.

“I know,” She replied, turning to look down at him.

“Are you going to stay?” He asked, giving her the best puppy eyes he, under the effects of alcohol, could do.

“No, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m your waitress, that’s all.”

“I thought we were friends,” Harry chuckled sadly.

“Only at night… You ask, I pour, you drink, I listen… That’s how it works.”

“What about day time?”

“Huh?”

“You said we were friends at night, what about day time?” Harry insisted, trying to get up from bed.

“During day time, we don’t know each other,” She answered, as she pushed Harry back to the bed.

“I think we should get to know each other,” Harry slurred and kissed her softly.

His lips were dry and he tasted of gin and that frisky potion he decided to try that night. There was also a slight taste of salt and something else - the taste of warmth.

“Stay with me, please, just today,” Harry begged over her lips.

And so she stayed.

That night, when she returned to work, Harry was no longer at his usual table at the corner. The clerk told her that two wizards had gone to look for him an hour after she left his room and had taken him to a secret location.

“He was too exposed here, I suppose,” The clerk commented.

“He was,” She nodded and got to work, willing to forget about that black haired boy.

Two months later, the whole Wizarding World was out of control. There were Death Eaters all over the place, killing innocent mudbloods and recruiting young purebloods to their army.

(Y/N) had managed to stay out of the radar by pretending to be a muggle; she had moved to a muggle restaurant to continue working as a waitress, had hidden away every magical artifact inside an enchanted trunk that was supposed to cover all magic traces.

She lived like that for a whole month. Just when she thought she was going to make it past the war, somebody knocked on her flat’s door.

She opened, fearing the person on the other side was an enemy, and was surprised to see three strange looking teenagers. One had titanium blonde hair and quirky eyes, the other one was a red haired with her face covered face, and the third was the only male in the group, with chubby cheeks and dark hair.

“We need your help,” he spoke.

“Who are you?” (Y/N) inquired, although she was certain to have seen them around.

“We’re Potter’s friends,” the blonde one said, “he told us you could help.”

“Help with what?”

After a very short explanation and a lot of begging, the three kids convinced her to go back to the magic world and help them take care of refugees. She knew the Diagon Alley like the palm of her hand, and so she could be plenty helpful for them.

When she returned, she couldn’t help but notice how changed everything was. The only colour out on the Diagon Alley was coming from the Weasley Twins’ store, and yet it looked brim and dying.

She got to work with Aberforth Dumbledore, helping refugees to cross from Hogsmeade to the Alley and back to the muggle world, and vice versa. It was dangerous, but it was required for her fellow witches and wizards to be safe.

One particular night, the boy who lived returned to the Leaky Cauldron, followed by his two best friend, Ron and Hermione. Neither (Y/N) or the clerk knew why exactly they had returned there, knowing it would be the first place where Death Eaters would look for him.

“I need to get back to Hogwarts,” he explained to the clerk. (Y/N) was hiding in the back, eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place, but we must be quick before the Death Eaters know you’re here,” the clerk urged, “(Y/N)! Prepare the portrait.”

“(Y/N)?” Harry gasped, “Last time I heard from her, she had escaped the magic world.”

“Well, she’s back, and she’s been very helpful.” The clerk shrugged his shoulders and turned around to go look for (Y/N), who hadn’t replied instantly.

“Is (Y/N) the waitress you told us about?” Ron asked in a whisper.

“I’m afraid so,” Harry answered.

“You think she hates you?” Ron asked again.

“Why would she hate him? He did nothing wrong, and I’m sure she’s absolutely comprehensive about the situation,” Hermione defended.

“Well, I’m just asking, you know how girls get when..:”

“When what?” Hermione interrupted Ron.

“Nevermind,” Ron sighed.

“NEVERMIND! Are you serious? You think us girls get all weepy for you guys because your ego is so inflated that…”

“STOP!” Harry exclaimed, “This is no time for discussing, and if you raise your voice once more we are risking to be heard from the outside.”

“You’re right, sorry,” Hermione apologised.

“I’m sorry,” Ron mumbled and then both of them fell into an absolute silence.

The clerk returned to the trio. “She’ll be out in a second, she’s just not feeling well.”

“I told you,” Ron whispered and Hermione elbowed his ribs. “Ouch!”

“What do you mean? Is there anything we can do?”

“No, it’s fine, she’s just… I don’t know, she’s been feeling sick lately, but I guess it’s just the stress from the war and all that,” the clerk dismissed.

“All right,” Harry nodded.

(Y/N) went out with a loud exhalation and Harry instantly locked his eyes to hers. She smiled just like she did whenever her shift started and had to go to Harry’s table.

“Hey, Potter,” she greeted and moved past the bar and to a portrait of an old witch that was hanging in the further wall.

“Hey, (Y/N)” Harry greeted as well and followed her.

(Y/N) started talking to the old hag, who was asleep. Waking her up was no easy task, and that was the exact reason why that portrait was picked to work as a secret passage - there was no way a stranger could open it.

“Another one!” The witch complained.

“Three, actually,” (Y/N) muttered.

“Why? WHY? I was dreaming of being saved by Sir Cadogan and you woke me up to help three intruders into the town!”

“Shhh!” (Y/N) begged, “Please, it’s very important for us to get your help.”

The witch crossed her arms in front of her and closed her eyes, as an attempt to ignore them. (Y/N) turned back to the trio, apologetically, “She’s been doing this lately, but she’ll agree soon,” she explained.

“I won’t, not this time,” the old hag snapped back, opening only one eye.

“We must hurry,” the clerk rushed and took a chance into convincing the witch.

Suddenly, the main door got blown away by a very powerful spell. Five Death Eaters marched inside, with their masks on and their wands aimed. Without further notice, a small battle started. Rays of light hit the walls and floors, destroying whatever they touched.

The golden trio had taken the front row, defending themselves and (Y/N) and the clerk from the curses casted by the Death Eaters, and throwing counter attacks in an attempt to stop them.

“I’ll fix this, you go help,” the clerk ordered (Y/N). He was a squib, and so he couldn’t do much but try to convince the witch to let them through.

(Y/N) took her wand out, something she hadn’t done in a long time, and started casting basic spells. She was out of practice, and her spells weren’t quite as powerful, and yet she was a big help to the trio, for she was a good distraction.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” One of the Death Eaters casted towards (Y/N), and hit her right in the belly. Harry, Hermione and Ron instantly turned their focus to the poor girl, and this was taken as an advantage by the Death Eaters, who vanished in a matter of seconds.

(Y/N) fell on her back and began to breathe heavily. She became pale and started sweating, and Harry quickly reached to her, wrapping her in his arms.

“Why isn’t she dying?” Ron inquired. That spell was known to work for an instant kill.

“I don’t know,” Hermione replied.

(Y/N) screeched in agony, and then looked down. A pool of blood was growing between her legs; the spell had done its job, except it had taken someone else’s life.

“No, no, no, no,” (Y/N) cried as she realised what had happened.

“We must take her to a hospital,” Hermione commanded, kneeling by her side.

Harry was speechless, crying with (Y/N), feeling deep inside that the baby could’ve been his.

“Hogwarts has a working nursery, you must take her with you,” the clerk spoke. Hermione noticed the witch from the portrait was gone. “She’s asking for entry, don’t worry. Take (Y/N) with you.”

“Who’s going to protect you? Those Death Eaters noticed the portrait, they will come back for you.” Ron said.

“I will leave as soon as you cross, and the witch won’t return after crossing you, that was her condition for this one favour,” The clerk solved.

The witch came back and opened the portrait. Behind it, there was an empty passageway. Harry carried (Y/N) in his arms, for she had fainted, and ran inside. “Thank you,” he said, “I’ll make sure she’s safe,” and with that he disappeared into the darkness.

“Please, run away,” Hermione begged, “you’ve been of great help, we will never forget it. Thank you.” She followed Harry.

Ron handed the clerk some smoke bombs from the Weasley store, “these will give you extra time,” he said and followed his friends after thanking him. The clerk shut the portrait immediately.

They would find out later that he got killed when trying to escape the Leaky Cauldron. There were Death Eaters behind the main door, who attacked him right after he opened it. His body couldn’t be retrieved.

When (Y/N) woke up, she was at the Great Hall. It had been a long time since she had even been to Hogwarts, and it was extremely different.

The blonde girl that had asked her to help them was by her side. She introduced herself as Luna, and tried to explain to her what had happened during the time after her fainting.

The war had unleashed, and she had to be taken to the Great Hall, to make sure she was taken care of. Madame Pomfrey had put a spell on her to sleep for as long as her body healed, and therefore nothing else could wake her up.

“Where’s Harry?” (Y/N) asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m afraid he’s done something silly,” Luna said, in the most serious voice tone anyone would ever hear in her.

(Y/N) took a look around. There were plenty of corpses and injured kids around her, and the least damaged ones were helping them to heal their wounds and retrieve the bodies. She could hear and see the teachers she had known before crying over their dead students, friends and families mourning deaths while wrapping bandages around bloody limbs. The dark lord had been “kind” enough to give them time to get back up.

(Y/N) didn’t think twice. She got up from the floor, ignoring her still aching womb, and started helping everyone she could. She felt terrible for not being able to help during the war.

“Everyone come out!” A voice cried from the Great Hall’s door, and they all obeyed.

Lord Voldemort was leading his troupe to the Main Entrance. They weren’t wearing masks, and (Y/N) could recognise some faces from afar for being regular clients at the Leaky Cauldron, clients who had been nice to her. Hagrid was carrying something in his arms, and everyone around (Y/N) started mumbling suggestions about what that could be.

It was Harry.

“Harry Potter is dead!” Volvermort exclaimed, and burst into laughter. His Death Eaters followed along, as McGonagall cried out a loud “NO!” that surprised all of her students, for she hadn’t ever done such sound before. (Y/N) burst into tears, along with everyone else.

He was the boy who lived. They all risked their lives to save him, and defeat the dark lord, and it had all been in vain. A good man, friend, lover, was gone and the enemy had succeeded.

For (Y/N), Harry’s death meant she had to overcome not only the death of her child, but also the death of said child’s father.

Voldemort gave a strange speech, which (Y/N) ignored completely, for she was too focused in her sorrow to even listen to anything else. However, she did notice Neville Longbottom walking forward to the army of Death Eaters, who mocked him carelessly.

“I want to say something,” he said, and Voldemort allowed him to continue. “It doesn’t matter that Harry is gone, people die every day. Friends, family… Yeah, we lost Harry tonight, but he’s still with us in here,” he pointed to his heart, “and so is Fred, Remus, Tonks, all of them. They didn’t die in vain, but you will, cause you’re wrong!”

(Y/N) zoned out once more, she swore to have noticed Harry’s chest moving from afar.

“For all of us!” Neville finished and Harry jumped out of Hagrid’s arms. (Y/N) lost her breath, just like everyone else, whose faces turned into smiles.

The war started again, except this time was a bit less violent for tons of Death Eaters vanished in the act, fearing to be on the wrong side.

(Y/N) fought with all her might, teaming up with strangers against the remaining Death Eaters. There was hope in everyone’s eyes, hope that they might win the fight after all. Harry was alive, and just like the prophecy claimed, he would end the Dark Lord’s reign of horror.

Everything afterwards was blurry. Blinded by adrenaline, (Y/N) fought her way back to the Main Entrance, and then Harry faced Voldemort and succeeded. They had won, the Battle was over.

They had to retrieve a couple more bodies, and heal lots of new wounds, but the vibes in the castle had changed from what (Y/N) woke up to. There were, of course, people still mourning but there were also some that celebrated their victory.

Some were tired of fighting and wanted to get back home, some others found nothing else to do but dance without any music at all, and laugh at whatever they could, trying to feel alive and happy again.

(Y/N) sat at one of the tables, she had just finished wrapping a young girl’s arm. She had tried to stop a curse with it, and ended up with a big, opened wound.

Harry’s eyes met hers, and so he walked towards her and sat by her side.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“I woke up to a battle, I used illegal curses against one of my favourite customers because he turned out to be a Death Eater, I’ve wrapped around twenty different wounds and helped a kid find her mother… I’m just overwhelmed.” She said and Harry chuckled, “But of course, nothing compares to dying and then coming back to life and fighting with Lord Voldemort and actually getting to kill him.”

“It was nothing, really,” Harry joked, and (Y/N) giggled.

“It feels weird to laugh about it,” she mumbled, “it feels weird to even say his name without fearing he’ll come back… because he won’t, right?”

“No, I’m afraid not,” Harry said, looking around him.

“What’s on your mind, Potter?”

“I just can’t stop thinking about what happened at the Leaky Cauldron,” he whispered, “I mean, you are here, talking to me after being hit by a killing curse.”

“Maybe I’m a ghost,” she joked sadly.

“It’s surreal,” he said, “the fact that the baby protected you with this mother and baby bond… It’s basically what happened to me when Voldemort killed my parents.”

“Like father like son, then,” She muttered, “except this time the baby saved the mother.”

“So it was mine,” Harry sighed.

“I’m afraid so… You were the only one I was with during this whole thing and… yeah.”

“So what comes next?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied.

“We could find out together,” Harry suggested, she chuckled.

“We barely know each other, and I’m sure this is the first time I have a conversation with you being sober,” She argued.

“All right then,” he extended his hand towards her, “My name in Harry Potter, I just killed Voldemort, and I would really like to have some company right now.”

“You mean as friends?” She inquired.

“At first, yes, and if anything happens afterwards then so be it,” He solved.

(Y/N) smiled tenderly and shook his hand. “Hey, Harry, I’m (Y/N) and I’m no longer a waitress. I would also like to have some company right now.”

Harry smiled back, getting lost in her eyes for a second without separating their hands. The rest of the people around them kept on moving around, but they remained still for a couple seconds, feeling as if the world had vanished the moment they held hands.

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Salty and Sweet ch. 5

A/N: Heres the moment we’ve all been waiting for! xo B

Warnings: mild swearing

Jane pulled into her driveway, closely followed by Sweet Pea on his motorcycle. As she got out of her car, she noticed Sweet Pea observing her home. True, it was small and quaint for the Northside, but that’s all she and her mother could ever need and afford.

“I’ll be right back out, I’m going to change.” Jane called to Sweet Pea, and he gave her a nod.

“Make it snappy, shortcake.”

Jane rolled her eyes and ran up the stone steps to her house, noticing her mom was gone from work. She used this moment to run upstairs to her room and pull on a black long sleeved bodysuit with a low-ish neckline and a pair of high waisted ripped jeans. She completed her look with a pair of silver hooped earrings. As a last minute decision, Jane decided on some deep red lipstick. After spritzing herself with her vanilla scented perfume, Jane made her way back outside to Sweet Pea.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” she said, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers, traveling from her lips to her chest, then quickly back to meet her gaze.

“Dont you look spiffy,” Sweet Pea commented, and Jane found herself blushing once again. He handed her his spare helmet and she tugged it on over her curls. “You better hold on, Princess.” he scooted up to give her space to climb on behind him, and she swung a leg over and found herself holding the seat. “Hold onto me, you goon.” Sweet Pea laughed.

Jane let out a nervous chuckle before gripping either side of Sweet Pea’s denim vest.

The pair pulled out of her driveway and sped down the road, across the tracks and into the Southside. Jane loved the feeling of the wind on her face as Sweet Pea cruised along. It was a rush of adrenaline, really. She’d never been on the back of a boy’s bike before.

Eventually, they stopped near a driveway of a house that was already crowded with some bikes and beater cars, there were people out on the lawn, red solo cups and cans in hands. Sweet Pea shut off the engine and pulled his helmet off, which encouraged Jane to do the same, but not before She caught a whiff of a strong scented shampoo. Damn he smelled good.

“Here we are,” Sweet Pea swing himself off the bike and held the handle bars while Jane hobbled off, nearly losing her balance when her food got stuck on the seat, but the tall Serpent was quick to catch her. “Did I leave you weak in the knees, little girl?” he said with a grin, and she gave him a sour look before straightening herself and letting go of his arm. Sweet Pea kicked out the kick-stand and put both of the helmets back on his bike. The house was thrumming with the beat of a song that came from inside.

“Hope you’re ready for a Southside party. Don’t go getting too drunk, it’s my ass that’s watching out for your ass.” Sweet Pea nudged her with his elbow as they made their way past the groups outside, and Jane watched as they all greeted Sweet Pea. She kept herself mostly behind him, trying not to attract much attention. The pair had barely made their way inside before Sweet Pea was engulfed in a hug.

“Pea! Man! There you are, you’re my best friend. Did you know that?” A stocker boy said as he swung his arms around Sweet Pea. Jane recognized him to be boy he was always with, the classier one from the other night at Pop’s. “Who’s this bombshell?” he indicated Jane as he let go of the taller boy.

“Fangs, cool it. She’s my plus one tonight. Meet Jane.” Sweet Pea introduced her, and Jane found herself really enjoying the way her name sounded on his lips.

“Jane, I’m Fangs. Here on the Southside, we hug when we’re drunk.” Fangs then proceeded to give Jane a bear hug. “Here, have a beer new friend Jane!” he pulled a can from the inside of his leather jacket. Jane graciously accepted it, surprised to find it was cold.

“Thanks, new friend Fangs.” Jane cracked the cam and took a sip, earning a raised brow from Sweet Pea. How could he tell she wasn’t a beer drinker?

“There you guys are! We were just about to leave, Fangs hates being at parties without his Sweetie Pie.” a rather short pink haired girl had joined them. “I’m Toni.” she said when she caught Jane’s gaze on her, and extended a hand. Jane shook it, returning the smile.

“Nice to meet you, I love your hair!” Jane exclaimed, then indicated to the purple in her own. That earned a grin from Toni.

“Purple, love it. You fit right in, it’s about time too. Being the only girl in a group of guys gets boring sometime.” Toni laughed and threw an arm around Jane.

Jane had never really be involved with a group of friends before. Just the odd friends and Freda. Shit, she forgot about Freda. Oh well, she’ll love this story on Monday morning. She took a moment to observe the three who were deep in conversation about the goings on of Talon’s party before Jane and Sweet Pea arrived.

After a couple moments, Sweet Pea took her by the sleeve when Toni and Fangs challenged each other to a game of beer pong. He led her into the kitchen where there was numerous bottles of alcohol and different mixes, and a whole cooler full of beer. “Let’s get you something better than beer.”

“Are you joking? I love beer.” Jane joked, taking a final sip, but failed in keeping a straight face and reacted to the bitterness.

Sweet Pea chuckled and pulled the can from her grasp and set it down for a hammered individual to finish. “How about some rum and coke? Vodka cran? Straight whiskey?” he grinned, pulling on the charade as bar tender.

“Vodka cran, kind sir.” Sweet Pea obliged and filled the red solo cup a quarter of the way with vodka, then the rest with cranberry juice. Jane accepted the cup and stuck her pinky in instinctively, like she would at home, mixing the drink before popping her pinky into her mouth to suck the remains off.

“Are you trying to attract me right now?” Sweet Pea asked, leaning against the counter. “Because if so, it’s working.”

Jane grinned up at him. “Not really, I needed to mix.” she shrugged, taking a gulp from her cup. “You do a good vodka to cran ratio.”

Sweet Pea smiled, and suddenly the house was quiet and it was just Sweet Pea and Jane in the house, the two of them caught eye to eye, and Sweet Pea raised an arm to tuck a curl behind Jane’s ear. Butterflies flew around her stomach and she found herself taking another drink from her cup.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” He told her, and she was all of a sudden forced to put her drink on the counter before Sweet Pea cupped her cheek in his hand, pressing his lips to hers. Jane felt herself kiss back, half startled but half craving more of him.

“Excuse me?” came a shrill voice from the doorway of the kitchen. Jane and Sweet Pea quickly pulled apart to find Savannah standing in the door way, looking furious. “Pea, I told you about this party and you take a Northsider and kiss her? At the party? Where I told you to come?”

“Fuck off, Savannah. Go fuck Talon or some other sorry idiot.” Sweet Pea shout back over the sound of the music, and Jane pulled back as he pushed back from the counter and towards Savannah. “You can’t keep inserting yourself into my life whenever you damn well please.”

With a scoff, Savannah spun on her heel and stormed out of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea turned back to Jane, eyes apologetic. He extended a hand to her. “Let’s go find Fang’s and Toni.”

Jane took another gulp from her drink and graciously put her hand in Sweet Pea’s, which was big and warm and comforting. She allowed him to guide her through the body-crowded living room and to where Toni and Fangs were sprawled on the couch. Sweet Pea and Jane plopped down on the edge, dangerously close to one another. Instead of inserting herself into the conversation, Jane let the vodka clear her thoughts of Savannah. Soon her head lulled onto Sweet Pea’s shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” came his deep voice as his hand gently shook your arm.

Jane lifted her head to meet her gaze and found him swimming around in her vision. “I’m ready for home.” she told him. She should have remembered vodka made her sleepy.

Sweet Pea nodded and the two said their good byes to Toni and Fangs before he slipped her hand back into Jane’s and he guided her back out and onto his bike. He fasted her helmet on before his and gave her head a tap.

“I’m sorry I cut your party short.” Jane told him as they climbed back onto the bike.

“That’s okay, just make sure you hold on to me tightly, Sleepy.” Sweet Pea gave her a reassuring pat on the hand when she fisted her freezing hands into his denim vest pockets.

The two cruised back into the Northside soon enough and back up Jane’s driveway. Jane noticed her mom still wasn’t home from work, which would make it easier for her to go to bed quicker.

“Can I have your number?” Sweet Pea asked Jane as he helped her off his bike. “I think I’d like to take you out again.”

“Yeah, uh, here.” Jane took his phone and plugged her number in under the name ‘Princess’. She handed it back with a wink. “Thank you for taking me tonight. I like your friends. And your lips.” she let the vodka add, earning a chuckle from the raven haired boy.

He quickly dipped his head and caught her lips in his once again, finishing what he started at the party. This time the kiss grew deeper as he wrapped his arms around her waist and her arms twined around his neck.

It seemed as though sparks flew from between the both of them, Jane intoxicated by the taste of him instead of the vodka cran. Then her thoughts got to her. Flashbacks of the blond haired boy who took advantage of her previously. Quickly, she pulled back, and both pairs of arms dropped to their sides. “I’ll see you at school.” Jane gave him a smile, an extra kiss on the cheek and quickly ran into her house, leaving a confused but happy Sweet Pea staring after her.

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Norway for two | Toby

When: Jan 27th, 2018

Where: Norway

Who: Melissa and @rxgbxner

What: Toby invites Melissa to Norway and drinking leads to things

Summery: The Chatzy cut us off of the eariler posts. But it was them going on the plane ride drinking , the ride from the airport and talking. Going to his room so he can set up a projector to watch blue planet. Melssia bouncing on the bed and Toby saying to stop that lead to the next post.

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Melissa smiled at him "Duh I don't mind and maybe I can steal one of the other ones on set for you" she winked and then laughed. Only kidding she coudn't take someone elses suit. But she would let him use her own anytime really. She loved her show so she was glad to hear that she watched it. "We do" she teased him a moment. "Why do you think my ex husband dont talk to me" she winked. She didn't really do anything but they just didn't talk anymore. She took a long drink needing it, she had so much going on and wanted to forget some things. "oh...whats that?" she asked putting her hand on him.

Toby smirked. “Somehow I don’t think the skirts and cape will suit me as good as they suit you. I don’t have the legs for it.” There was a beat of silence as he looked over her. He didn’t really know anything about her ex or their situation, and he didn’t want to say anything out of turn but she didn’t seem hurt. “Honestly? He sounds like an idiot,” he smiled softly, “his loss, especially if you have some secret wild side.” Toby’s gaze dropped to her hand. “Me,” He grinned, boldly. Trying to keep the conversation light, despite the fact her simple touch sent a new lease of heat pulsing under his skin.

Melissa looked at him and laughed. "I think you got more legs then you think" she smiled at him. She hadn't had a male friend try on her suit yet. Some of her female friends yes but none of the guys. Well besides the cape many have put that on for fun. She sighed "He is I wanted to make nice with him but nope he freezes me out" she let it go she didn't care anymore. Maybe it was the Jack already hitting her why she was saying so much. "Oh really?" she teased him moving her hand up his leg then put her hand on his cheek. 'you seem to sweet to bounce on"

Toby looked down at his legs, “Oh they’re long, but they’re definitely not made for your kind of costume.” He shot her an apologetic look. He’d been in a couple of relationships but none had been serious enough to have any real effect on him when they ended. “Then I wouldn’t waste your time... You clearly deserve better,” he murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Toby’s breath hitched as her hand moved up his leg, reaching for the bottle to take a long swig of his own because he definitely needed some liquid courage if he was going to get through the night. “Or maybe your just more innocent than you lead me to believe,” he shot back.

Melissa smiled a moment "Leg's is what you need to pull off the skirt so... I so need to see you in the skirt" she winked. Sure that he could pull it off and rock it. The skirt, the tights and stuff really made a good look. Being married felt like another life to her. Even more for the fact that he didn't want anything to do with Melissa anymore. She had a few drinks on the plane too, so she was already very relaxed and halfway gone. So right now Billy wasn't even on her mind, that love thing did scare her and his thoughts were not in her mind. "I am so not a Marley Rose...." she said with a wink before she took a long swig and kissed him.

Toby shook his head, “no, there’s no way that you’re getting me in a skirt. That’s all your forte.” Of course, with a plane ride so long the Jack wasn’t their first drink of the night. And with her talking about her ex it had never even crossed his mind that she might have something going on currently. It was all new territory for him - he wasn’t exactly a lothario and it definitely wasn’t in his nature to get involved in a one night stand but the alcohol clearly had him buzzed. He returned the kiss, his mouth moving lazily against hers, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging it gently before deepening it. His hand sliding down from her shoulder, over her breast.

Melissa had to pout "Oh come on you to try it on for me" she said putting her lip out. "Please" she teased him. She was a bit drunk already and didn't really care what she was talking about and what she was doing. She smiled at the return on the kiss, enjoying it. she nibbled on his lip as they kissed once more. while her hand moved from his leg to under his shirt before she started tug at it

Toby had to admit that it was hard to say no when she was looking as him like /that/. “Stop pouting,” his thumb brushed over her lower lip, “it’s not going to work - it’s going to take a lot more than a plead.” He could taste the alcohol on her lips. His muscles fluttering slightly under her touch as her hand made contact with his skin. He broke away for second to pull his shirt over his head - discarding the clothing on the floor as his lips collided with hers again, his mouth trailing from hers down her jaw to her neck.

Melissa kept it up to try and win, she wanted to see him in the skirt. "No.... I need to see you in the skirt....pleaseee....." she said acting as cute as she could. "You're cute and cute people wear skirts ...it will make your legs look so good" she smiled at him. She kissed him deeply again and laid back with him once his shirt was off that lead her to clothes going off one by one along with his. Kissing lead to more, and more . soon it was all over and she was just wrapped up in a blanket tired. "I think we bounced to much...the movie is ..gone...

Toby raised an eyebrow. “No, cute girls wear skirts... it’s not going to happen.” It was all a mix of drunken groans and breathy gasps until they were both lying on their backs staring up at the ceiling, struggling to catch their breath. “Yeah...” he mumbled, his head falling to the side so he could look at her, “that was your fault... you’re the one that wanted a round two.”

Melissa "what do you think a kilit is men wear that, and i think it's hot a man wearing a skirt" she winked. Hoping that he would cave in and do it. She let out a breath for a moment before she looked over at him."Well you're the one that said you are bouncy" she let out a breath, feeling a bit better now. She felt so stuck and busy before and it was nice now. "Oh just wait till we didnt spend hours on a plane before" she closed her eyes to rest

Toby chewed his lower lip, rolling his eyes and sighing before he nodded his agreement. “Fine, when we’re back in LA, or Canada I will put the skirt on for you.” He grinned, meeting her eye. “I was true to my word.” Toby rolled over, slinging an arm around her waist as he finally let the jet lag take over.

Melissa smiled a moment clapping a little. "Oh yes you will look so good" she teased him as she snuggled into him. After all the traveling and what they had done she was very tired and wanted to get some sleep. "Night night...or whatever time it is" she said kissing him once more before she closed her eyes and slept

Toby must have fallen asleep at some point during the night - not that he could remember much of it. He blinked himself awake as the light streamed in through the blinds - squinting his eyes slightly and wincing as his head began to pound. He glanced over at the naked body beside him. Trying to move as subtly as possible so he didn’t wake her.

Melissa slept pretty hard once she fell a sleep. It was a good sleep after a long day and night, so they slept in. But next thing she knew she felt someone move a little so she woke up. But didn't open her eyes for a moment. Once she did she looked up for a moment and smiled before she noticed something. She didn't know this room, was she naked? She looked around to see what was going on and over to see.... not who she thought would be there. She grabbed the blanket to cover herself up. "go...." she said just not looking at him.

Toby shot her a worried look momentarily. He wasn’t exactly sure how these things were supposed to go, he’d only ever been with people while he was in a committed relationship, but he knew that he wasn’t supposed to be met with a look of disgust the following morning. A string of mumbled apologies left his lips - so fucking British -, his back turned to her because it suddenly felt like a violation of privacy to look before he moved to leave the room. Clearly it was a conversation to be had for another time.

Melissa sat up once he was gone still staying covered up. "Oh my god..." she looked around seeing it was Tobys room. She shook her head thinking a moment and resting before she got up and got her clothes on. Not finding her bag in the room she used her hand to fix her hair while she looked in the mirror. "I'm stupid...fuck.." she said to herself. She was hurting her head hurt a lot, her body was sort from what they did the night before. Once she was ready it was maybe a half hour later once she was ready to go down stairs. She was fully dressed and covered in her clothes and she still put a blanket around her as she walked down stairs and found him. "...I... I would say I need to go home but..." she knew she was far away

Toby ‘s mind had been racing. As far as he remembered, he’d been respectful - he hadn’t pushed her into anything, he’d asked if it was okay; he always did. But he still couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty without properly knowing why. She clearly was disappointed and it definitely wasn’t the best feeling in the world. Toby straightened up slightly when she entered the room. “I could... I mean I could arrange a flight or something if that’s what you wanted?” He chewed his lower lip, attempting to meet her eye for the first time. “I’m sorry.”

Melissa looked at him, he seemed nervous or scared. That he didn't know what was going on. So she never said anything about Billy to him was her guess so he had no idea. He was not a problem, good guy, it was really good last night. but it was really wrong and she knew it. "No need waste money I can wait...." she said looking around a moment. "You...I should of known better" she looked at him. "I'm just gonna say it" she said looking at him away. "I... have...well now had a boyfriend back... he's in NY working" she said lookign down she hated herself right now.

Toby tapped his fingers against the table - bobbing his foot up and down uncomfortably until she began to talk again. There was a beat of stunned silence before he managed to take everything in. “Oh...” He rocked back slightly on his chair. “If I had known I wouldn’t have... I mean I just assumed when you were talking about your ex that you were... single, you know?” He sighed softly, “Your secrets safe with me if you want to keep your boyfriend. We can pretend like it never happened.”

Melissa knew he had to be surprised and he was by the look on his face. She let him speak then shook his head. "No... I cant do that" she said and went and sat down on a chair near by him. "My ex-husband he really messed me up.. .not like hurting me but we broke up and now he acts like we never met ...like I am on another world or something now my... who i am with now says he loves me and it's only been a couple months.." she explained. "I don't want to love ... not yet not again..." she bit her lip. "Sorry..I knew I wanted to get drunk and forget things..but " she huffed. "i am gonna tell him I cant be that one that cheats and hides it"

Toby raised his eyes, watching her as she approached him. He ex husband did seem like a real asshole and he could see where she was coming from. Mistakes happened all the time, especially when emotions were flying all over the place and you were jaded from being drunk. “You know... you could have just told him?” Toby bit his lower lip, “if he loves you, I’m sure he would have understood. He might even still understand now...” He swung his legs and nodded his head - it was admirable really. “He’s not going to want to kill me, is he? I mean, if it’s any consolation, you can tell him I don’t remember a great deal of it. I can wipe it from my memory.”

Melissa snuffed she was crying during this. She just was a mess why she was admitting it all to Toby right now. She looked at him a moment then away it was hard right now. She knew what they did and it kept replaying in her head because she felt so bad. "No one can be okay with that, I cant..." she said looking at him. "I don't love him...I like him he's sweet and kind...but ..." she shook her head. "Uhh" she bit her lip. "He played Pennywise....so... " hse made a face her only way to to lighten the mood. "Do you not really?" remember anything?"

Toby couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. It was obvious that she wasn’t a bad person, and she hadn’t came out with the intention to hurt anyone. He tentatively wrapped an arm around her shoulders to try and offer her some form of comfort. “You can’t help your feelings if that’s not what you want... Given, you probably could have used different means of figuring it out or ending it but... maybe it’s what needed to happen? In a really messed up kind of way.” Toby played slightly. “Oh, fuck.” He shrugged. “No, I remember quite a lot but I don’t think he needs to hear about me knowing what his girlfriend looks like naked.”

Melissa she felt so bad right now, so guilty she had never done anything like this before. But after everything with Blake and now this she was sure that the idea of love wasn't for her. She knew if she really liked Billy she couldn't of done anything her heart wouldn't let her. But the fact that it happened that she remebers how good it was did say something. "In a I am gonna kill him way he's gonna be so sad..." she knew it he was a such sweet guy. "Yeah..." she bit her lip over the role that Billy played. "He wont know I wont say who you are... " she said looking at him she hugged him, just needing a hug. "so you...remember...."

Toby nibbled his lower lip and shrugged. “At least your telling him, right? And you never know... he’ll probably forgive you. It’s not like you done it maliciously - and if worse comes to worst I’ll gladly take the blame. I mean, I did sort of get you into it. I asked you to so...” He returned her hug. “Yeah,” he murmured shyly, “I was drunk, I don’t have short term memory loss. I remember quite a lot.”

Melissa looked at him and signed "I have too" she would feel to bad to not. Soon as she got back she would sit Billy down and tell him. "I feel like he would but... I don't feel like it's right if I can sleep with you I can do it again and it's not fair" she admitted with a shake of her head. "You did not..I wanted to have some fun and...we where drinking and ...she bit her lip You're all handsome so it happened" she looked around a moment "oh you doo?" she asked rasing a brow

Toby twisted his mouth slightly to the side in deep thought. He supposed everything she was saying was making sense, he just didn't like the idea that he'd been the one to possibly contradict her happiness. "Well, it's completely up to you, it's not my business," he smiled softly. "I really think it probably had more with the drink than anything else but you're very kind," he laughed. "Yep... I do. ...Do you?"

Melissa smiled at him for a moment, it happened they both ended up wanting it and the over drinking made it happen. She closed her eyes a moment. "Mostly" she said she did remember a lot of it "My flight is tomorrow early so you need to make sure I see everything I can today okay"? she just changed the subject for now. No need to make it weird by thinking about it.

[fightmejeonkook]

FUTURE (M)

genre: slight supernatural au, smut, light bondage

BACKGROUND: Jin had the power to read everyone's future, all except yours. You use this to your advantage and surprise him with a night you were sure he was never going to forget. Loving how you always had the element of surprise when it came to the boy who knew everything

AUTHORS NOTE: This was supposed to be a supernatural story with all my usual angst and shit but for some reason it got to sexual and teasing and I have no regrets. Hope you like it! ;) Will edit mistakes later! 

Tapping his hands against his thigh, he watches in close precaution as the scene unfolds before him just like he had predicted. At exactly 3:24pm, a random biker loses control of his breaks, screaming for people to get out of his way as he swerves pass them. Jin slowly takes steps forward, navigating his way through the crowd as he pulls out a lollipop he had bought on his way out class. He stops right in front of a little 5 year old girl, tapping her shoulder gently as he hears the scream of the biker grow louder. The 5 year old turns to look at him with eyes wide and curious as she blinks up at him, wondering who this beautiful stranger was. Jin waves the lollipop in front of her face, lips curling up in a smile as she grins and reaches for it, taking 4 steps forward before wrapping her tiny little hands around his own.

After exactly 15 counts, the biker finally zooms behind her, slipping against a lose pavement before he’s flying up midair then landing against a street vendor’s table.

Jin stuffs his hands into his pockets, giving the little girl a wink before turning around to walk away. He hears the girl’s mother calling out her name, crying out loud when she sees the safety of her daughter.

“Another vision, I’m guessing?” Hoseok smiles as he watches the older boy bob his head to the side curiously.

“What do you mean?”

“You just randomly went near that kid.” Yoongi scoffs “You had a vision of her getting hit by the bike didnt you?”

“I dont know what you’re talking about.” Jin shrugs, walking ahead of them, ignoring the looks of disbelief plastered against their faces.

“Step right, Min Suga.” Jin sings out, waving a finger up in the air as he starts skipping.

“What?” Yoongi frowns, confused as to what his older friend had requested him to do. He bobs his head to the side, a scoff dancing against his lips, only to feel something wet landing on his shoulders. He turns to look at it, eyes widening when he sees the bird dropping that had landed dirtied his sweater.

“You fucker, you could have told me earlier!” Yoongi screams as Jin lets out a loud laugh, eyes crinkling shut at he continues to walk forward, suddenly excited to get home.

Jin presses his lips together, droning out Namjoon’s voice as the younger boy went on and on about a new theory he was researching. Jin runs his fingers against the rim of his coffee mug, eyes trained on the figure seated in the middle of the coffee shop, watching as her fingers typed furiously against her laptop while she furrowed her eyebrows, obviously confused.

Jin takes his lower lip between his teeth, biting back a hiss when a white haze flashes before his eyes for the 10th time. He balls his hands into fists, cursing heaven and hell as he gives it one more try, not accepting the fate of his vision being blocked again. When a strong vibrations buzzes in his head, he shuts his eyes, feeling a tight barrier restricting him from seeing whatever was in store for the frustrated girl.

“Fuck.” Jin finally lets out, head dropping against the table as he hears his pulse vibrating against his ears.

“Woah, you okay?” Namjoon asks with concern, gently tapping his friend on the shoulder, watching the beads of sweat dripping down Jin’s forehead.

“I can’t read her.” Jin sighs, hands wiping across his face as he raises his head again, eyes narrowed at her hunched form.

“Read? What do you mean?” Yoongi asks with a yawn, leaning back against his seat and arching an eyebrow at the older boy.

“Something’s stopping me from seeing her future.” Jin mutters under his breath, not caring if his friends had heard him or not “I’ve been trying to read her for 3 hours now. What’s happening?”

“Wait so you can’t see what’s in store for her? Can you still read mine?” Namjoon follows his gaze, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, knowing damn well the extent of Jin’s unnatural ability.

“Yeah, I can still read everyone’s future in this room.” Jin mumbles “Except hers.”

Why couldn’t he?

Jin’s eyes widen when he sees her shutting her laptop, stuffing it into her back pack as she places her phone against her ears, talking to someone on the other line. She grabs her cup of coffee, standing up as she takes a sip and crinkles her nose, savoring the taste.

Jin finds himself unconsciously standing, leg bumping against the table’s edge before he’s scowling in pain.

“Where are you going?” Yoongi arches an eyebrow at him, watching as Jin rubs his thigh for relief before he’s waving his friend off and stepping forward. He runs a hand through his hair, blocking his view of her, unaware of the fact that she was too busy on her phone to notice where she was going. Her eyes widen in horror as she bumps into Jin’s chest, ignorant of how his own eyes had widen as he grips her shoulders to prevent her fall. The cup in her hand flies forward, drenching his once white cotton sweater with coffee and ruining the knitted garment.

“Oh my god.” She gasps, head lifting up to lock eyes with him, her cheeks turning a strong shade of red as her lips part, both in embarrassment of the situation and in awe of his beauty.

“I’m so sorry.” She all but cries, hand wiping against his chest and causing him to step back in humiliation. He had not expected her to react the way she had and he finds his own cheeks starting to flame back in return, not used to being oblivious of what was going happen next.

“It’s fine.” He croaks, dropping his hands to his sides as he steps back, clearing his throat. She turns up to look at him, her eyes dancing with curiosity as she gives him an apologetic smile.

“You sure? I can dry clean that for you.”

Jin returns her smile, his lips curving up in pure amusement “its fine, I didn’t see you coming anyway.”

Jin slowly unlocks his apartment doors, heart hammering against his chest as he pushes the entry open, immediately greeted by the shadows of his living room. The tall boy lets out a frown, eyes surveying the dim room, finding no sign of life anywhere. He throws his bag to the floor, letting out a sigh as he reaches for the light switch, accepting the fact that even his simple guesses were wrong. Jin could never read her; even after being with her for 2 years, never in his life did any of his visions include her.  Due to irritation and the unaccustomed feeling, Jin had started making guesses of what she would do, what she would say and even what she would look like, finding pleasure from the feeling of his guesses being right.  Just like today, he had made a wild guess that maybe she would have been waiting for him at home, beaming up at him with that bright smile that he had come so much to adore.

Another failed guess.

“I hate that I can’t read her.” Jin sighs, switching the lights on, only to find himself being slammed against the wall behind him. Lips crash down on his own as fingers thread through his hair, angling his head to the side as she deepens the kiss, stunning the taller boy. Before Jin could shake off his feeling of shock, she takes his lower lip between her teeth, tugging gently before pulling away and smiling up at him, amused to see him panting and breathless.

“On the contrary, I think you love not being able to read me.” You tease him, loving the shade of red that graces his cheeks as he unconsciously reaches for your waist, gripping with enough force to bruise. He stares down at you in complete awe, heart hammering against his chest as adrenaline pumps through his blood, not used to being caught off guard.

“Shut up.” Jin barks before he’s grabbing the back of your neck, pressing his lips against yours, groaning in satisfaction. You twine your arms around his neck, enjoying the kiss just as much as he was as your tongue traces a line against his lips. Jin lets out a groan, lips parting and providing you the access of tasting every corner of him. His grip on your waist tightens, fingers bunching up the hem of your shirt as he starts leading you backwards, blindly navigating you both through the doors of his bedroom. You slowly drop your hands from his neck, tracing small circles against the collar line of his shirt as you unbutton the first three buttons, hands immediately diving into his shirt and feeling the tight muscles of Jin’s chest underneath your palms, pleased to have the poor boy shivering under your touch. The heat of his skin a total contrast to the cool tips of your fingers.

Once the back of his knees hit edge of his bed, Jin tries to grab your wrist, in hopes of flipping you back against the mattress, only to have you immediately batting his hands away, gently shoving him back to fall against the bed, eyes widening as you kick his knees open, choosing to stand between them as you smirk down at him.

“What are you planning this time?” Jin narrows his eyes at you, knowing just how much you liked to play with him, amused at how frustrated the boy would get at not being able to predict any of your actions.

“Nothing.” You blink innocently at him, assuring him that you were without doubt up to no good. And it annoyed him even more to feel the rush of excitement singing through his nerves as he watches you place yourself over his lap, hands tangling themselves through his hair as you pull his head back, exposing his neck to you. You land your hips right down on his crotch, causing an exhale of breath to escape him as your ass grinds down on the strain against his pants, sending thoughts of taking you raw slamming into his mind.

Jin lets out a hiss at the feel of your tongue trailing a wet line against the prominent vein on his neck, lips curling up in a smile when you feel the shudder that runs through him.

“Look at you all hot and bothered for me, Seokjin.” The mention of his full name has him shivering yet again and you use this chance to distract him as you slam your lips against his, pushing him down on the bed, taking his hands from your hips and placing them over his head. You bite down on his lower lip, releasing an animalistic growl from his throat that vibrates through your spine and down to your core.

If only the boy knew how much power he had against you.

You push him back against the bed, waiting until he was pressed against the head board, finally right where you wanted him. He swipes his tongue against your lips, demanding entrance and you obediently comply this time, allowing him to ravish you as you pull something out of your back pockets, doing your best to keep Jin distracted, knowing damn well the amount of hell you’d be in if he caught you before you could have your fun. You grab both his wrists, smiling against his mouth as you press them against the headboard.

“What are you-“Jin says against your lips but it’s already too late when he hears the click of a lock, informing both of you just how vulnerable he’d just become. You gently pull away from him, leaning back with a grin as you survey his current state. Both hands handcuffed to the head board of the bed, eyes wide and blown, lips swollen and red from being ravished, his dress shirt halfway open while a tight tent pressed against his pants, demanding to be released.

Oh he was definitely a sight to see.

”Y/n.” His voice is threatening, laced with so much venom that it shakes your bones. But it was too late to back out now, especially when you’ve come this far. You arch an eyebrow at him, tracing a finger against his collarbones, giggling lightly when you see him struggling against his restrains, his face contorted into a scowl when he sees how strong their hold on his was. He knew that there was no hope for him now. He was powerless. He should never have let his guard down.

“Be a good boy and maybe I’ll play nice.” You mimic his usual words, pleased to finally have the power after months of being the one under his dangerous clutches. You place a chaste kiss against his lips as you start your game, hands trailing down his body, tearing his dress shirt open to reveal the stomach that always had your mouth watering.

Jin bites back another shiver, doing his best to maintain his reign on self control as he eyes your predator like gaze, trying to find out just what you were up to next. You smile up at him, pleased to see the usually feisty boy keeping his attitude in check as he locks eyes with you.

“Curious about what I’m about to do babe?” You ask him, tracing a light line against the his happy trail, stopping dangerously close to the button of his jean, teasing him, but never really giving him what he wanted.

“I bet you’re more curious about what I plan to do to you once these handcuffs come off.” Jin has the audacity to send you a devilish smirk, reminding you who really ran this game, just who was the dominant one. Even in his tied up form, even when he couldn’t read you, Jin had control.

He always had control.

You let out a visible shiver, feeling the dampness running between your legs as Jin leans back in satisfaction, proud to see the effect his words alone could have on you. You hiss at him, cursing him for switching the roles when you worked so hard in reigning command this time. You immediately unbutton his jeans, giving the boy no time to adjust as you pull them down his thighs, hands immediately palming him through his clothed underwear.

“Fuck! Y/n!” He seethes and you simply bob your head to the side innocently, glad to feel him rock hard against your palms.

“Are you angry at me?” You smile, leaning forward as you grab another trick out of your back pocket, chuckling with dark humor when you see him struggling against his restrains yet again, wanting nothing more than to have his hands on you.

“How about I get you angry a little more?” You hum, pressing a chaste kiss over his forehead as you watch his eyes widen at the dark cloth held between your hands.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He barks but the words die down on his lips as you take the plump buds between your own, slowly slipping the blind fold over his head and shielding his eyes.

“Y/n!” Jin can’t hide his frustration any longer, a tinge of fear running through his blood now that another one of his senses had been taken away from him. He always panicked at the fact that he could never see your future, but now that he couldn’t even see you before his eyes, it was pure torture.

“I’m here.” You assure him, taking his face between your hands as you press your lips against his own “I won’t leave, I promise.”

“What are you going to do?” Jin breaths out, heart hammering against his chest as he falls against your touch

“You’ll just have to find out.” You press another chaste kiss against his lips, hands traveling down his body, content to have his muscles tightening against your touch. You play with the waistband of his underwear, tugging the elastic band down his straining length, lips watering in raw desire at the sight of the swollen head greeting you, leaking with beads of precum. Jin throws his head back against the headboard, lips parting in anticipation as you push the useless piece of cloth further down his ankles, making his raging length slap against his abdomen deliciously.

“Y/n.” He whimpers your name as your hands trace ghost touches against his inner thigh, thrilled to see the tight muscle flexing at the simplest of touches.

“Hmmm?” You hum again, hand finally wrapping around his length, giving him one sluggish pump.

“Fuck!” Jin screams, back arching forward as he struggles against his restrains once more, wanting nothing more than to have his eyes on you. To see you bent over his lap with that devious smile on your face as you pump him up and down. To see how you’d strategize pushing him to the edge of his pleasure. To see you ravish him.

“Do you want anything from me, Seokjin?”

Bloody hell, how can the mention of his name alone bring him so much pleasure?

“To get these handcuffs off of me.” Jin hisses through clenched teeth as you place a chaste kiss against the inside of his thigh, pleased to see another shiver coursing through him.

“Try for something more reasonable.” You start pumping him again, using your thumb to swipe over his head, collecting the beads of precum before spreading it back down his base.

“Mo-Mouth, please.” Jin whines, head thrown back as you speed your ministrations.

“What should I do with my mouth?” You run your nails against his abdomen, watching the muscle clench as he nibbles on his lower lip, battling on whether he was going to tell you what he wanted or torture himself as he waits for you to make the first move.

He opens his mouth, words dying down on his lips when you swipe your tongue flat against the head of his length, causing the older boy to buck his hips forward as a strangled moan bubbles against his throat. You give him no time to recover as you take him in whole, making sure that his tip hits the back of your throat before you’re pulling him out of your mouth with a lewd pop.

“Fuck, y/n please! No more teasing.” Jin all but pleas, words landing onto deaf ears as you bob your head up and down his length, cheeks hallowing as you swirl your tongue around him.

“I won’t last any longer!!” Jin balls his hands into fists, nails digging into the skin of his palms as he widens his eyes into the darkness, the feeling of your tongue overwhelming his senses and making him even more sensitive than he usually was.

“Are you?” You smile, giving one last swipe of your tongue against his base before you sitting up, delighted to see the beads of sweat trailing down his forehead and chest as he lets out pants, lips pulling back into a growl as he feels his oncoming orgasm curling back inside of him, shying away from him right when he was on the brink.

“I think it’s time you let my hands go, sweetheart.” The venom is back in his voice and you knew you’d just triggered the monster in him, a wave of adrenaline coursing through as you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it off of you. Jin strains his ears, eyebrows furrowing as he listens to your movements, stilling when you’re suddenly straddling him.

“Y/n.” He warns again but your fingers suddenly tap his mouth as you brush a chaste kiss against him, chest pressing against his own and causing Jin to let out a moan of frustration, feeling the hardened nubs of your nipples rubbing against him.

“Y/n, fuck! Let me go, please! Let me the fuck-”

Click.

Jin wastes no time, hands grabbing your hips as he flips your bodies over, hovering over you as he tears the blind fold off of his head and he glares down at you. You press your tongue against your teeth, smiling up innocently at him as you place your hands on his cheeks.

“Hi”

“Fuck your hi.” He hisses before his lips are on yours, fingers digging into the flesh of your breasts as he’s flicking his thumb over the hardened nipple. Your back arches against him and Jin uses his other free hand to trail down your body, biting back another groan when he finds you bare and ready for him. He runs the tip of his fingers against your folds, smirking against your lips as you rotate your hips, trying to get more of him into you.

“Bad girl.” He whispers against your earlobes, using one hand to hold your wrists over your head as he starts biting dark love bites against your neck, fingers still tantalizingly slow, running up and down your slit as he collected your juices, spreading them over your lips as he uses the pad of his palm to circle around your clit.

“You’re unbearable.” You whine against him, walls clenching against nothing as you beg to every deity for Jin to be gracious.

“And you’re unpredictable.” Jin chuckles, finger slowly pressing into your heat, lips curling into a smile as he listens to the breathless moan that escapes your lips as you shut your eyes in pleasure.

“You like that?” He smiles, pulling his finger out as he watches you clench around nothing before he’s slamming 2 digits back into you.

“Jin!” You scream out his name, stomach tightening as he continues to pump into you in a steady pace, finger curling and uncurling to reach the places he knew would drive you mad. You struggle against his grip, head snapping left and right as he swipes his tongue against one of your nipples.

“You knew what was coming for you, babe.” Jin chuckles darkly, the vibration setting you off as your body finally breaks, your orgasm spiraling against you and washing against Jin’s fingers as he rides out your high.

“So unpredictable, I didn’t expect you to cum that fast.” He grins, lips curving up devilishly as he lets go of your wrist, placing his arms on the bed on either side of your head as he stares down at you with affection, watching as you calmed down from your high.

“You’re a little shit, you know that?” You mumble, hands reaching to pull his dress shirt over his shoulders, eyes darkening at the sight of his shoulders, strong and broad as they flexed simply by holding himself up over you.

He hums in response, lowering his lower body against you, his length rubbing hard against your entrance. Your eyes widen and your lips part as he lets out a dark groan, burying his face against the crook of your neck.

“I won’t last long.” He whispers, eyes squeezing shut as he rubs himself up and down your entrance, allowing your juices to coat him as he waits for your consent.

Jin, who was simply expecting a nod of your head, once again fails in his predictions when you wrap your nibble fingers around the base of his length, aligning him directly to your entrance as you lower your hips down on him. Both your lips parting in divine pleasure as he bites down on your shoulder to shield the guttural moan bubbling against his lips.

Jin starts moving his hips, every snap bringing him closer to his breaking point after all the teasing you had evoked earlier. You grip his shoulders, eyes screwing shut as you feel him hitting the deepest parts of you, evoking a lucid moan of his name dancing from your mouth with every snap of his hips.

“Do you know how fucking crazy you drive me?” Jin hisses, hands flying down to your ass with a light slap before he’s squeezing your butt cheeks for dear life.

“Jin. I-I’m gonna come.” You pant and Jin’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he’s speeding up, angling his hips perfectly to slam against the spot that always had you seeing white.

“Again?” He groans, doing his best to hold his own high back, wanting nothing more than to send you over the edge one more time. He presses his thumb against you clit, rubbing the sensitive bud as you arch your back off of the bed, nails clawing into his shoulder blades as you’re shaking through your orgasm. The hard clench of your walls has Jin bucking his hips a few more times before the feeling of your juices coating his length finally breaks his restrain as his orgasm rakes through him.

He falls against you, head landing against the crook of your neck as both of you take a few minutes to compose yourselves, chests heaving and sweat dripping down your bodies.

“Never do that again.” Jin breaths out, pushing himself off of you as you let out a wide smile, pleased to see him so fucked out.

“Why not? It was fun!” You giggle.

“Fun my ass. Get on your stomach.” Jin mutters as he stands up, watching as you frown at his sudden change of demeanor and topic.

“What?”

“Just roll onto your stomach.” Jin sighs, grabbing his boxers off of the floor and slipping them on.

You arch an eyebrow at him but still follow his commands, flipping your body so that you were on your stomach. Jin smiles down at you, tapping your ass lightly before he’s grabbing his dress shirt and gently putting it over you. He grabs a clean shirt from one of his drawers, slipping it on before he’s smiling down at you like he was doing the most normal thing in the world acting the way he was.

“What is this for-” The words die down in your mouth as the door to his room flies open, loud laughs echoing through the space as Jimin and Yoongi step into view, oblivious to what they had just walked in on.

“Jin hyung, Yoongi just told me the sickest-” You’re wide eyes are now mirrored by the two pairs of eyes staring down at your barely covered body. Their lips part in shock just as you use your hands to cover the portion of your cleavage that was exposed to them, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you watch Yoongi shoving Jimin out the door as they scramble out the room, a chorus of curses and sorry’s following after them as they slammed the door shut.

You immediately snap your head to the side, eyes digging lasers directed at Jin who was simply leaning against his dresser with an amused smile on his face.

“Whoops, totally didn’t expect that to happen.” He mutters in a teasing tone that has you balling your hands in disbelief.

“You saw them coming, didn’t you?” You hissed and Jin simply shakes his head, denying your claims.

“You should get dressed.” Jin winks as he leans down and presses a kiss against your forehead.

“Kim Seokjin, you future reading bastard-” You grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him down to your eye level, watching as his expression turns from teasing into concern, thinking that he really might have crossed the line with you tonight. He swallows the lump stuck in his throat, trying to find a way to apologize to you as he searches your eyes for forgiveness.

“- I love you.” You mumble, lips curling up in a smile when you see the dumbfounded expression that crosses his face. It takes Jin a few seconds to process your words before he’s breaking out in a wide grin, hands wrapping around your body as he showers chaste kisses against your face.

Jin was never sure of things when it came to you, not ever being able to see your future. But he was sure of absolutely one thing that concerned you. He didn’t know your future but-

You were his.