#they WOULD fuck me in my pickle shirt

[caninecowboy]

sent the "bitches love my ugly t shirts and questionable tastes" post to em and now i'm just asking them "would you fuck me in this shirt. what about this one? oh you'd fuck me in that one? interesting"

[2knightt]

Do you think u could write abt the gang being (separately) absolutely obsessed with the reader. Like they adore everything she does, they can’t get enough of her. To the point where the rest of the gang starts releasing them abt it, meanwhile reader is like completely oblivious lol

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ heaven and hell were words to me.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! the greasers are totally obsessed!

tags/warnings: no confessions—just the gang having a crush, gang being literally whipped, them being a little odd, kinda toxic!johnny LFMAO, nothing else to my knowledge

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m just working…working hard so i can please you.(shout out to ema/corvyes/loml for that ref.) but if i get a req asking me for like the gng confessing to you—i will do it. trust.

Dallas Winston

WHEN HE’S DRUNK, YOU’RE ALLLL HE TALKS ABOUT LMFAOOOO

“i’m tellin’ you—there ain’t a girl like her.”

dallas would repeat after what felt like this 5th drink of the night. buck is sick of him, two-bit regrets dragging him along, and dallas just wants to tell them how good you looked today.

when he sees you walking home, to school, or to work he WILL tag along. HE DOESN’T GAF IF YOU TELL HIM TO TAKE A HIKE!

actually, he kinda does. you’re like the only person he listens to.

LMFAOOO THE GANG THREATENS TO CALL YOU OVER WHENEVER DALLAS IS DOING SMTH STUPID

like whenever you threaten a kid ur gna tell santa.

“dallas, i’m gonna tell y/n what you did last week.”

“??if you do, i’ll beat your head in, soda.”

“YIKES..i’m gonna have to tell her that too…”

“…don’t, she’d be so mad at me😔😒.”

THE GANG TEASES DALLAS THE WORST(besides ponyboy) ABOUT YOU LFNAOAOAOAO

like they’re shoving him toward you, nudging him at even the slightest mention of you, giggling as they tell him they seen you today.

“look, it’s your girlfriend.”

“steve, shut up! she ain’t deaf!”

—

“GO SEE HER!”

“OW—i mean—hi, y/n.”

“did you…trip? or did you mean to bump into me?”

“yeah, sorry or whatever. some IDIOT back there pushed me.”

—

“guess who i saw..🥰🥰”

“who?”

“your wife…”

“can you NOT.”

despite all that, you somehow, still don’t know how he feels about you. how? we’ll never know. it’s beyond the human mind.

his friends try and hint at you that the big, bad greaser has a school girl crush on you. do you get what they’re trying to say? no. but that’s okay, you’re just a girl.

lowkey pisses dallas off but that’s okay cuz he prefers admiring from afar. DOES HOWEVER ASK YOU TO HANG OUT AND CONSIDERS THEM A DATE IN HIS HEAD TO KEEP HIM SANE LFMAO

“you wanna go see this drag race tomorrow?”

“sure! i don’t have work then. uhm, pick me up at my place!”

“alright, cool.”

‘yeah..,it’s date🥱😍’ — dallas’ brain.

Johnny Cade

‘johnny, if you even fucking stutter when you talk to her today—you’re gonna have to drink pickle juice.’

“oh, hi. i didn’t see you there, johnny. ‘m sorry.”

“o-oh—it’s alright.”

‘well, shit.”

he thinks he looks like such a fucking loser when he talks to you omfg😭😭

the gang tries to tell him he might have a shot but he thinks they’re just telling him that because he’s their friend. :(

HEAVILY admires from afar. like seriously he’s a fucking stalker

WAIT LMFOAOO HE’D BE THE TYPE OF GUY TO ACCIDENTALLY STALK YOU LIKE HE’D FOLLOW YOU PLACES FROM AFAR LMFAOAOAOOAOA

what a little freak

anyways

he accidentally lets things slip to let you know he’s better than any other guy trying to go after you. like if you had a shitty ex—he’s preaching that he’d ‘never treat you like that, he can’t imagine that a guy with a brain ever would.’

johnny does everything to keep your attention on HIM and nobody else when your friends try and talk to you when you two are out together. like you could be having a conversation with him and he’d be just pouting in the background with his arms crossed.

“y/n, look. they got that shirt you was talkin’ ‘bout. let’s go check it out. c’mon.” “oh—alright! bye, viv!😊” “yeah, bye viv.😒”

side eyes the gang whenever they bring you up in conversation

“johnny and y/n sittin’ in a tree—“

“😒🤨”

“alright.”

he tries to subtly hint that he really likes you and that you’re his type but it’s not subtle at ALL.

“y’know, if i were to have a girlfriend, i’d wish she was like you.”

—

“my type? uhm, it’d probably be someone-“ and he goes on to describe you.

Ponyboy Curtis

‘holy fuck that’s literally y/n walking towards me??!! does she know i’m here—does she even know me-wow she looks good in red. i mean—SHE’S WAVING OH MY GOD.’

HE IS SUCH A WRECK I CANTTT

ponyboy is the type to stare off into space in your direction and dream about how well he’d treat you if he was your man!!

yk how bitches be like ‘my man, my man!’ whenever they talk about their crush?? he’s all ‘my girl, my girl!’ WUAGRMRNEE

the gang was so confused on why he was so eager to go to school all of a sudden?? and why he cares about his appearance just slightly more than usual?? …is that soda’s shirt he’s wearing?-

two-bit was the first one to realize what was happening when he seen ponyboy and you talk in the halls. that wasn’t the giveaway, though.

it was the way he stared at you like you were the only girl alive and everyone else was just gone. two-bit was almost moved to tears to see ponyboy all grown😞😞!!!

“is tha’ your girlfriend? that why you couldn’t wait ‘til monday?”

“shut up!”

“ouuu, wait until the gang hears ‘bout this!”

“YOU AIN’T TELLIN’ ‘EM NOTHIN’!”

ever since — it has been hell on earth for ponyboy. dallas brings you up every time ponyboy gets smart, johnny giggles at every kissing scene at a movie nudges him, soda and darry had to give him ‘the talk,’ (soda just made it worse by making snide remarks.) and steve never stopped poking fun at him.

two-bit tried to get you to spill the beans on how you felt about him, but all you’d do was huff and ignore him. FINE THEN😒!—is what he always thought.

soda, johnny and two-bit all let ponyboy rant about you.

“LIKE, BRO. my girl, my girl! she’s so cute and smart. LIKE SHE’S TOTALLY MY DREAM.”

—

“that’s so cute ☹️” - soda

“SHE WANTS YOU SOO BAD” - two-bit

“just go tell her, man.” - johnny

does everything to impress you stoppp 😭😭!! pony is trying harder in school, using less hair grease, wearing darry’s cheap cologne when he’s not looking, etc.

HE’S SO SILLY I LOVE HIM!!!

Sodapop Curtis

delusional king!!! yes soda, let the voices in your head tell you that she wants you so bad!!🫶🫶

swear to goddd he thinks y’all are meant to be. you tipped him when he was working at the cash register and he was sooo in love

sorry in my head he’s a hopeless romantic

cause a) you were gorgeous, b) kind enough to tip him, and c) most likely rich💯💯

when he seen you at random places with your friends—soda would get so excited LMFAOOO

STOP HE’D HOUND PONY FOR YOUR NAME

“bro they probably go to your school—just lemme look at your yearbook!”

“no??? you weirdo???”

“please??!! i’ll do the dishes or something!”

“….get me a pack of cigarettes and i’ll tell you.”

“OKAY🥰🥰”

stole them but pony never said how to get them so who gaf!!!

SODA WOULD TOTALLY WRITE YOUR FIRST INITAL + HIS LMFAOOAOAOAOAA

or he’d see who’s last name went best with curtis or your last name!!!1!1!1

he’s crazy insane over you did i say that already

whenever you come by the dx—he’d give you shit for free while you insist to pay.

“jus’ take it.”

“i can’t—i’d feel terrible.”

“it’s alright, no one has to know. right?”

he’d flash his million dollar smile, pushing your coke and chips close to you, inciting you to just take the food.

WAJENEDKD he wants u so bad it’s. so terrible.

steve hates his rambles

“YOU SHOULDA SEEN THE WAY ME AND HER WAS TALKING—SHE’S SO INTO MEEEE”

“yeah, she wants you!!! shut up now!!”

Darry Curtis

nobody knows. it’s like a top secret only darry knows. the gang has their suspicions but they can never really know why darry is suddenly so adamant on going to go get him, soda, and pony’s hair done at the salon.

they alllll can see that he only really talks to you—but at the same time he does that weird ass dad stance where they stand with their arms crossed and legs far apart LMFAOOOOO

darry thinks you’re like…model fine btw.!!!!!

BROOO WHEN YOU LIKE UNCONSCIOUSLY MASSAGE HIS HEAD WHEN YOURE CUTTING IT—HE’S SOO READY TO JUST ASK YOU OUT

darry doesn’t know what it is but goddamn!! you have him in a spell!!

“c’mon—we gotta go to the salon again.”

“….we just went?”

“TWO WEEKS AGO. it’s about time we go AGAIN.”

does in fact work a little extra just so he can see you. he’s that much of a loverboy i fear.

HE DOES ACTUALLY NOT WAIT TO ASK YOU OUT

like, among all the gang, he’s the only one mature enough to actually flirt with you properly & to ask if you’re single.

darry’s fucking down like that.

AWWHHH HE TOTALLY BUYS YOU FLOWERS AS A ‘THANK YOU’ GIFT LOL

flexs his strength around you to prove he’s worthy !!! DARRY LOVEEESSS SHOWING OFF WHEN YOU’RE LOOKING

megara + hercules methink…..

you two probably started hanging out as ‘friends.’ …yeah right!!!!

he’s driving you around as you be his pretty little passenger princess, he’s offering to buy you things when you two are out, etc, etc.

darry might not know how to show that he likes you, but trust me, the second that you look a little too far into his actions—it gets obvious.

like maybe too obvious idk.

Steve Randle

HELLLOOOO??? HE IS TOTALLY SHOWING OFF HIS GYMNASTICS MOVES AROUND YOU

“bro, bro! (yes he’d call you bro. idgaf.) watch what i can do!!😊😊” “wowwww, steve that’s so cool.”

geeks out near you. when you aren’t around the average person would see him and go ‘jesus christ, he literally might beat my ass.’ but when you’re around, they might think, ‘why is that scary looking guy talking about cars and comic books rn??’

you bring out the nerd in him in the best way possible🫶😊 BECAUSE THAT MEANS HE LIKE LIKES YOUUUUUUU

and it’s so obvious to the gang bc wdym steve told you all about DC comics while all they got was a ‘yeah, it’s alright.’ …hm…..

soda NEVER shuts the fuck up and him and his little girlfriend. NEVERRREE

“why’re you so pouty today? y/n ain’t say hi?”

“bro, shut up!”

steals for you and gives them to you all proud like he paid for it LMFAO

tries to be sooo cool around you but the second you bring up the latest batman comic he’s all “OMGOMGOMGOMG IT WAS SOO GOOD!! DID YOU SEE THE-“ he’s a loser what can i say.

dallas totally flirts with you in front of steve just to piss him off LOLLL like when he sees dallas twirling your hair around his finger steve is just all “???🤨🤨😡😡”

and then becomes your knight in shining armour and swoops you away as he glares daggers at dally!!!!<3

Two-bit Mathews

he becomes the funniest man on the planet i’m not joking

he says jokes that anybody and everybody will laugh at. just because he wants to see you laugh at what he says for his delusions

two-bit thinks like ‘she laugh=she likes me’

he’s not the brightest but it’s okay

HE MAKES IT SOOO KNOWN THAT HE LIKES YOU LFMAOOOOOO

“you’re lookin’ pretty? who’s the fella?” / “gee, i didn’t believe when they said they seen an angel walkin’ around until now.” / “well, now you owe me dinner.”

shit like that

two thinks he’s soooo smooth…smh.

DALLAS AND PONYBOY SO BADLY WANTS HIM SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY ABOUT YOU LMFAOOO

they keep on telling him just to confess already but then two gets all giggly and shy and goes “omg guys noooo🤭🤭🤭🫣🫣”

just coincidentally runs into you everywhere you go!!! (literally has eyes everywhere. he’s weird. he’s odd.)

follows you around like a lost puppy and lowkey kinda gossips. idk.

[cameronspecial]

At Her Beck And Call

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and Assault

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

Summary: Rafe may be out doing business, but he is never too busy for Y/N.

Masterlist

Everyone in the Outer Banks knows about Rafe’s explosive personality, especially towards the Pogues. The only person who is never at the wrong end of his anger is Y/N. He would never dare risk losing her by unleashing his anger on her. At the moment, she is safely at home, resting with their darling baby girl growing inside of her stomach. He is finishing up collecting the money from people who owe him from his drug dealer days. When he started dating Y/N, he stopped dealing less often; however, with a baby on the way, Rafe is ready to hang up the towel completely. Therefore, it is time for him to gather all the debts obligated to him. He finally tracks down the last person, Tanner Barrois. The Pogue is hiding out at a friend’s house but for enough money, anyone can betray their friend. Rafe bangs on the door as loud as he can and steps away from it. “What the fuck do you wan-” Tanner complains as he opens the door. Rafe gives him a wicked grin, “I want my fucking money, Asshole.” Tanner backs up into the house with his hands in the air. “I don’t have your money, but I can get it to you. I-I just need a few weeks,” he offers. Rafe shakes his head, “No, I already gave you three months. So where is my money?”

“I don’t have it!” 

Rafe grips the front of Tanner’s shirt and slams him against the wall. His arm cocks, rushing towards Tanner’s nose at a fast pace. The room is silent, except for the sounds of Rafe’s fist hitting Tanner, until “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran begins to play out of nowhere. Something vibrating accompanies the song. Rafe keeps Tanner against the wall with one hand, while his other hand goes into his pocket for his phone. He brings it to his ear with a soft smile, “Hi, Dumpling. How are you and little dumpling doing?” “I’m hungry, Rafey,” the pregnant woman whines with her hands on her perturbing stomach. He chuckles, “And what can I pick up for you on my way home, Dumpling?” “I want Trader Joe’s French Vanilla ice cream, soya sauce, pickles and mayo please,” she pleads into the phone. He grimaces, “Please, tell me you aren’t going to eat all of those together.” “I don’t know yet. I guess you’ll have to find out when you get here,” she teases, knowing he gets grossed out by her weird pregnancy cravings. He sighs, “I guess I will. I’ll get those for you once I’m finished with my business. Okay? I love you.” “Thank you. I love you too. Bye,” she hangs up without another word. 

The phone gets slipped back into his pocket and his attention returns to Tanner. “Now, where were we?” He punches Tanner again, shaking his hand out to try to rid himself of the blood. “I’m going to ask you again. Where is my money?” Rafe growls. Tanner whimpers, “I can get it to you by next week.” Tanner receives another blow to the head. “Not the answer I was looking for. So let’s try this once more,” Rafe warns, but he is again interrupted by the chime of his phone. “Is everything okay, Dumpling?” he worries into the speaker.

“It needs to be the tiny pickles. I don’t want the large ones. I don’t want the zig-zag cut ones or the straight-cut ones. I want the tiny ones. Okay?”

“Yes, I know, Dumpling. I promise they will be the tiniest ones I can find.” 

“Good, thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Dumpling. Goodbye.”

Tanner’s face is in a bloody smirk. “What the fuck are you smiling at?” Rafe questions, digging his forearm into the Pogue's neck. Tanner gasps out, “You are so whipped for her.” Rafe’s eyebrows cave in and he strikes Tanner’s stomach. “Be careful what you say next, Motherfucker,” Rafe alerts. Tanner appears to have a death wish as he says the next sentence, “That bitch has your balls in a death grip and it’s pathetic.” His phone rings once more before he can reply. “Dumpling, you are really making me concerned about you,” he sighs into the phone. She pouts, “I’m sorry. I just wanted something to drink too.” “It’s okay, Dumpling. I want you to stay hydrated. So what can I get you?” he inquires. “Iced tea, please. And I promise this will be the last time I’m going to call. I’m going to take a nap while I wait for you to come home.”

“Iced tea, coming right up. Enjoy your nap, Dumpling. I’ll see you when I get home. I love you.”

“I love you so much, Rafey. Thank you. I can’t wait for you to come home. Muah.”

The line goes dead and he can’t help but put his phone away with a massive grin on his face. He weakens his hold on Tanner, “You better be thanking the lord that I am whipped for my girl because it is the only reason I am giving you another day to get the money. Don’t try to run because I will find you and your punishment will be so much worse than you can imagine. Now, if you would excuse me, I have to go to Trader’s Joe.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[trashmouth-richie]

i had a filthy dream last night that inspired this, enjoy

smut, 18+ only; eddie x you steve x you

you were nestled in eddie’s lap, neck full of hickeys and slicked with spit, his curls tickling the tops of your breasts, big hands on the fat of your ass.

steve was behind you, nibbling on skin, his broad nose rubbing against your hair line behind your ear, whispering nothing but filth.

“you ready for him sweet girl?” eddie purred into your neck, locking eyes with steve.

—

it was your first thanksgiving as a couple with eddie, and when the phone rang with a heartbroken steve on the other end, there was no way you could have imagined it would end up like this.

but you graciously opened up your home for the night for steve, filling wine glasses to the brim and making yourself scarce so your bf and his bestfriend could talk out steve’s love life woes.

steve had always been a flirt towards you, a little too friendly kisses on the cheek in greeting that soon led to linger hugs, him pressing your body flush to his.

eddie didn’t mind, almost always encouraging it, always showing you off, look at my girl stevie she’s fucking gorgeous isn’t she? steve would lick his lips with a haunted expression on his face before he excused himself from the room.

after a few bottles of wine and a heart to heart between the two guys, steve sat wide legged on the couch, eyes glazed over in a hooded drunk expression, watching your every move.

after checking on the turkey, and wiping your hands off on the emerald apron wrapped around your waist, steve patted the couch cushion next to him, beckoning you to come and sit down.

he sighs, shifting further into the couch and you pat his leg eyes looking up to him in remorse. nancy was your friend too, and you couldn’t believe she would do that to him.

“you can stay with us as long as you need, you’re always welcome here steve.” eyes brimming with tears as he smiles tiredly down at you, the knit cables on his brown sweater matching his eyes.

he smiles warmly, and looks down to the way your skirt has ridden up on your thighs, the garter set you wore for eddie now on display for anyone to see, and you sheepishly start to yank your skirt down before steve’s warm hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

your heart is in your throat and you absentmindedly lick your lips, looking up at steve through your lashes.

he dips closer to you, nose brushing your own.

“you don’t have to hide those pretty thighs from me, honey.”

your stomach feels like it’s going to bottom out. steve was handsome in a boy next door type of way, you drunkenly admitted that to eddie once and he never let you forget it, not in a mean way, but in a way that made you think given the opportunity, steve could be your third.

but that would never happen. because steve was with nancy. besides the shameless flirting was just playful, harmless. it meant nothing.

his fingers move up your thigh, fingering the lace of the black set on your legs, letting them go with a snap.

“y’know…eddie’s cool with this if you are.”

suddenly your mouth was dry and your pussy was wet.

eddie turned around the corner from the kitchen, a pickle crunched loud between his teeth and he looks at you, a devil smirk on his lips.

“this what you want sweet girl? i think our poor guest deserves some company, don’t you?” another pickle snaps between his teeth, his smile broadens when your thighs push together in a clench.

“think we got our answer munson.”

steve’s nose brushes the underside of your chin, kissing your neck in sweet sweeps of his lips, a tickle of his tongue. his hands grab your hip, pulling you towards him.

it was all moans and smacks of lips against hot flesh, your shirt came off in a flash and your fingers were wrapped in steve’s hair, his lips pressed to yours bruisingly sweet.

eddie stood and watched, coaching steve on the way you liked to be kissed, the right position to get you off, and then he joined in.

it was too much, the familiar touch if eddie and the new sting of steve.

“listen big boy, her pussy is mine, but that ass is all yours.” eddie instructed, having switched positions with steve so you were now straddling his hips.

you moaned into his mouth, barely able to keep yourself still when you heard the zip of steve’s pants coming undone, you had ridden his lap for almost a half hour, your pussy was clenched around his clothed cock and you knew it was big, big as thick as eddie’s but longer.

eddie’s hands spread your ass cheeks wide, and steve spit on your waiting hole.

“i’ll go slow honey, okay?” he murmured kissing your temple.

“she can handle it, this nasty girl loves her ass stuffed, don’t you baby?” eddie grunts, grinding you down into his lap, trying to pull another orgasm for you before steve has is way with you.

the mushroom top of steve’s cock presses heavy on your hole and you’re mewling for him, gasping when he pushes in further, eddie’s hands holding you open and steady for steve’s cock.

“so fuckin’ tight,” steve groans, “goddamn.”

it takes a few mins for you to adjust to his length, but when you finally do, eddie shoves his own cock into your slippery slick and your cock drunk on them both, full to the hilt, nothing but breathy moans and sweat slicked bodies sliding together between the three of you.

they move in tandem, taking it slow at first and then faster, you’re whimpering and moaning, clit red and banded from eddie’s and your fingers. steve’s bite marks on your shoulder.

when they come eddie yells out, and steve practically tears bites a hole through his lip, telling you how you’re so fucking good for them.

when you wake you’re in your own bed, eddie holding you, your forehead pressed into his chest, steve’s lips snug against your back.

it was the happiest thanksgiving you’ve ever had. burnt turkey and all.

s/o to lexapro for the wildest dreams on the planet

[kisses4lao]

Just read some of your stuff, absolutely BEAUTIFUL I might add. Can you sfw/nsfw headcanons do the Lin Kuei boys with a super social gal? Like she’s all energetic and is HUGE on the PDA? Can she also have big titties? (Totally not self projecting or anything)

Tumblr is still being mean and not letting me edit drafts ugh so this is probably gonna be really bad srry

Tw/cw: afab reader, jealous bi han, toxic bi han? he's his own warning guys, kind of just scenarios and not hcs, still hcs tho I cannot deny you all of that, WRITING THIS AFTER I WROTE EVERYTHING AND I FORGOT THE PDA PART IN BI HANS FORGIVE ME ANON, boobs galore, Kuai being a tit guy, I literally hate this so fucking much

Not proofread fuck you

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Bi han

Sfw

Wouldn't admit it, but he finds you adorable.

The way you're the complete opposite of him makes his heart melt.

You practically do all the talking in your relationship while Bi Han silently observes and listens.

When you're out together, he mainly stays beside you as you lead him everywhere.

He finds your ability to quickly make friends amazing, considering he was never able to do that(skill issue).

He can't help but smile when he sees you talk so kindly to everyone, whether you know them or not.

He usually wears his mask when you two are together because of this.

You'd most definitely be the person in the relationship to say "excuse me, he asked for no pickles", mainly because he'd refuse to send his food back because a meal is a meal.

Nsfw

Cool, calm, collected. That's what Bi Han likes to describe himself as. But it's much different when it comes to you.

My god, does this man love tight shirts. It doesn't matter what color, what time of the day, if youre wearing one, he's in the mood.

And he hates how much power you have over him.

He hates when you wear tight clothes in public, too. Mainly because it's extremely hard for him to control himself.

He sees how well you get along with others, how people stare at you with nothing but admiration, and he can't help but feel jealous.

More jealous than he'd like to admit.

Bi Han thinks that he should only be the one staring at you, that he's the only person who can give you the love you deserve.

He'd occasionally see other men staring, looking at your curves and the smile that Bi Han loves so dearly.

He hates the amount of jealousy that pulses through him, clenching his fists tightly as he tries his hardest to keep his composure.

When you get home however, he's showing you just how much he loves you, deserves you, needs you.

He can't help his hands from wandering your body, taking in every curve and relishing in just how beautiful you are.

He'd whisper praise as he kisses and nibbles lightly on your neck, cupping your breasts as a gasp escapes your lips.

You could feel the tent in his pants as he began grinding against your inner thighs, desperately calling out your name as he continues.

His breathing is heavy, fanning your neck as his teeth sank into your shoulder.

A surprised yelp escapes your breath as you can now feel his breath hitting your ear.

"Look what you do to me, you'll have to help me with this, you know."

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Kuai Liang

Sfw

He'd absolutely love seeing you socialize with others.

He'd love the way you can strike up a conversation with anyone and just turn such a bad mood into a light hearted one.

He completely commends your social skills and practically can't go anywhere without you.

Kuai Liang himself would most likely indulge in PDA on his own, so if you initiate, he isn't going to stop you.

He loves holding your hand in public, he loves making people know that he's with you.

He'll also kiss you in public, but not often. Like, at all. He prefers to keep something like that private.

But if you insist, he can't really deny you.

Nsfw

Two words: staring problem.

This man can NOT keep his eyes off you.

Seriously, who decided you can be THAT fine? He genuinely can't stand it.

He's in love with all of your curves, and he LOVES your breasts.

He genuinely can't help wanting to nap on them. Theyre big and soft, can you really blame him?

Kuai Liang would just, touch them. All the time. No warning, he'd walk up to you and just palm them.

Oftentimes, this leads into other things. Kuai is generally just a big fan of titties. Any size, any shape, any color, if you have them, he loves them.

So, he's a professional titty sucker. Willingly.

Kuai genuinely does feel comfort in bringing you pleasure, and if you both get pleasure from doing something, he's all for it.

But if you want to make a night all about him? He's more than excited.

He'd absolutely have you tit fuck him.

He kind of doesn't even get pleasure from the actual feeling, he mainly gets off to how you look during it.

If he was going to be completely honest, seeing you topless and pressing your breasts around his cock is so much more pleasurable than most things.

He'd be a complete mess while watching you, he'd grip the sheets in his hands tightly as he watches his cock disappear and come back through your breasts.

He whimpers as you begin to place kitten licks on his tip, hissing as his grip on the sheets tighten.

Seeing you like this never fails to turn him on quickly, anything that involves you turns him on, but that's not something he'd admit.

"Y/n- please,, let me cum already~"

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Tomas

Sfw

Oh my god.

This man would be OBSESSED with you.

You're pretty AND social? He might as well propose immediately.

He's constantly around you, literally never leaving you alone, especially not in public.

If Tomas has to go into a public setting and he can't bring you, he isn't coming.

To him, you're like an emotional support person. You're usually the person who starts conversations for him, and he genuinely doesn't know what he'd do without you.

He loves how kind and naturally nurturing you are, the smiles he sees on other peoples faces simply because of you is something that has made him more happy than he's willing to admit.

Nsfw

STARING PROBLEM but worse.

Tomas is genuinely insufferable when it comes to your body.

Since he practically worships the ground you walk on, he worships your body even more.

If you were to ask him for literally anything, no matter what it is, he'd do it for you, but he has weaknesses.

If you were to ask him for something while batting your eyelashes, he'd simply stop working.

Because of this, sex with him usually results in him being a bottom.

Yeah, I know, it's practically cliche at this point to make Tomas a bottom, but have you SEEN him?

That man is on his knees day and night trying to please you.

He'd usually have you ride him as one hand would be on your waist while the other is firmly holding one of your breasts.

Sometimes he gets too in the moment and holds both of them, but can you really blame him?

Hes entranced to say the least. They're big, soft, warm, how could he not want to hold them constantly?

Even just touching them is enough to get him off.

His head would be thrown back is pleasure as his grip on you tightens, moaning out your name as he bucks his hips upward.

"Shit- hah,, y/n~ I'm so- ngh, close~"

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Might disappear and never post again wouldn't that be fucking funny

[space-blue]

Me doing crimes against my companions

They truly cattered to every freak possible.

Look at these nerds! Reading together! Shared central piece with carpet for easy access to each other's tent... I have to freqently remind Gale we're a thing, because the bloodweave is borderline canon!! And we can't be a trouple because some people don't like sharing, right, Gale??

I learned the instrument feat just to make my little guys dance and they're HARDCORE IGNORING ME!!!

Clown power posing face off.

Also I love that Astarion approves if you force anyone else on stage, but will disapprove TWICE if made to go up

In fucking stitches over the Gortash portraits. You know the mods that turn everyone into a Kpop beauty boy? Gortash would approve of them for himself, 100%

I'm making a Tav comic about seeing Rolan like this. It's coming. It'll be the same energy as the Zevlor one, yes. More murdering though.

Astarion talking back to a Djinni and being transformed into a wheel of cheese for the meagre cost of 500 gold! Best use of my fictional money.

I still question why Gale has abs, but I don't question the fact this outfit has the ring RIGHT OVER THE ORB, I'm sorry babygirl you're keeping the bondage undies...

ALSO if you put him in the celestial whatever, basically the princess Leia outfit Figaro sells you, he shows cheek, and truly, truly Larian catters to the freaks and it's incredible...

Like what is this bit of booty and how come I'm getting it for free aaaah!!!!

Man doesn't have the strength to open a jar of pickles, but he still religiously visits the bench press to have the perfect abs for his Tav. Gods bless.

Also the back of this undie has basically a bitch strap. You can have a bitch strap on Astarion, and then give him an open back shirt and grab him any time you need to yank him out of situations.

Also love how the design is altered to give garters to fem bodies but also make sense for someone with a tail. I bet it'll look hot as all shit on dargonborn Durge.

The face he was making while I was asked this question...

Durgeposting... based on this Hannibal meme

[writing-rat]

A date With CC Walker

Pairings: CC Walker x Fem! Reader

Content: Fluff, pure fluff!

Summary: You decide to stay with CC after football practice and go on a date with her

WC: 746

It was a cold day, and you were worried about CC. You were in the bleachers in one of her hoodies and a pair of sweatpants and you were cold, never mind the fact that CC was in a jacket with a thin shirt and a pair of shorts. She didn’t even look cold but then again she was focused on the game and improving more even if she was amazing at the game. Every now and then after a goal, she would look at you with a cocky smirk and wink before focusing on the game. She lived to fluster you every chance she could get and she loved it. 

You were just thankful her practice was for an hour so you didn’t have to suffer much and also you didn’t have to worry about CC much for when she was playing in just those shorts. Soon enough, they were done and everyone was going to the changing room. That was when you stood up and waited outside, texting her. ‘I’m inside, outside the changing room door. Can go to your house after then?’ you had texted. You got a thumbs-up in return which was a yes. You smiled gently at the response. After 10 minutes, she came out and looked at you. 

“Hey babe,” she spoke, holding your sides gently and kissing you, her hair wet. She had showered and it was clear. She also had on her blue beanie, blue hoodie and some black sweatpants. 

“Hey,” you responded after the kiss and looked at her lovingly, admiring her. 

“Want to go to a coffee shop before we walk to my house?” she asked. You smiled, nodding. 

“Yeah. A hot chocolate I am assuming?” you teased the girl, nudging into her with a smile. You knew her love for hot chocolate after all. CC just laughed as she was shrugging, 

“I mean… yeah. You want one?” she asked, holding your hand as you were both walking out with each other. You nodded.

“Admittedly, yes. It is cold when you’re just sitting down and not doing sports unlike my special little nerd,” you teased her. CC just glared and slapped your arm but chuckled.

Eventually, you both arrived at the cafe shop, holding hands the entire time and even kissing a little bit. “So 2 hot chocolates right?” CC asked, grabbing her wallet out. “I’ll pay. But yeah,” you answered.

“Nope. I’m paying,” CC demanded which caused you to widen your eyes and nod. You knew how she could get after all so you just accepted it. CC was definitely happy about that.

Once you got your drinks (takeout of course), you started the walk to her house. “Well, get ready to be beaten at Mario Kart,” CC smirked out, causing you to raise an eyebrow and smirk. “Oh really?” you teased her as CC nodded. “Remember the one time I beat you?” you decided to tease her. “Well… you can shut the fuck up,” CC defended herself as she glared causing you to laugh and nod as you loved her. 

“Afterwards we can watch a movie,” you offered. “Even with cuddles?” you added, trying to sweeten the deal. CC just smiled, biting her lip as she looked you up and down. “Do you deserve it though?” CC teased you. You just gawked. “Yes? I, as your girlfriend, should be able to cuddle you especially when you beat me at Mario Kart,” you justified, causing CC to nod. “Alright,” she spoke. “Cuddles and a film after it is!”

-

Once you arrived at her house, you saw how her mom was home. “Miles and Wyatt have gone on a boy's night out,” Jess called out not realising you were there, petting Pickles. “Oh! Hi, how are you?” she asked you, smiling. “Doing good Jess! We will just play Mario Kart, watch a film, and cuddle. Do you trust us with the door closed?” You teased. This time CC slapped your arm hard. “Ow!” You whined out. Jess just laughed. 

“Of course, just call me up if you need food or drinks!” she spoke and you both nodded. “Thank you, Jess,” you thanked her as CC nodded.

“Yeah, thanks mom! Now let’s go up!” CC spoke and smiled at you before you were in her room.

Safe to say you won Mario Kart then watched a film of her choice, when you decided to stay the night. You knew Jess wouldn’t mind and CC deserved the cuddles.

[tiyoin]

hi hi! i'm a very anxious person but when my friends need me? oh you best believe i will order for you and complain when you asked for no pickles.

do you think twisted anxiety reader would be the same? they struggle now to be of help to yuu and grim, but picture early book 6? grim attacked yuu and is gone for the week. yuu is strong yes, and it was only a scratch, but it must have taken a toll on them to be attacked by their best catfriend and then not being able to see them. they still go to class but they go home as soon as the bell rings and talks only when necessary. there's a vacant look in their eyes.

yuu is popular and is bound to have people going to them at all times, public they can't evade forever. while exiting the classroom, a random npc goes to chat with them and while yuu would humor them any other time, now they can barely pay attention to the corridor and reader. the npc is persistent on chatting even though yuu's body language tells them to fuck off. yuu does not utter a single word, and keeps walking with reader trailing behind them. would reader intervene for yuu?

(english is not my first language so sorry if it's hard to read :c )

HELLO MY LOVE 🫶

EVERY TIME SOME SAYS ENGLISH ISN'T THEIR FIRST LANGUAGE THEY ALWAYS CREATE BANGERS- AND I KNOW BANGERS MAN. AND THIS IS ONE OF THEM

but no you're so right. maybe the over blot's are starting to catch up with yuu. especially after grim accidentally hurting them and the whole styx drama. in the game we can't see if yuu is affected by any of the overblots. we don't see them get properly.. compensated. although vil and leona's are different since they helped out with ramshackle.

but 🌀 yuu is NOT having a great time. and only reader is there to witness it, to help them through it. like jekyll and hyde, yuu is all smiles and sunshine during the day when out and about. but as soon as they get home... once they step into ramshackle.. it's a different story.

they're feeling the angst, they're telling reader how sometimes they can't even look the over blotter's in the eyes sometimes. especially azul and leona because all yuu can see is their more animalistic eyes that serve as a reminder to what they really are.

how they sometimes flinch from their enemies, now friends. how they always keep their guard up around the beast folk who were involved with the overblots.

yuu is... angry. how dare these teenage boy's do this to them, how dare they pretend like nothing happened. but what makes this all worse is that they understand that pretending like nothing happened brings back a sense of control, of normalcy for the victims.

yes the whispers in the hall seem to dim, but never silence. but with the encouragement of Crowley they become more controlled, no longer hallway chatter as people are making light of the situation.

"say that one more time and I'll over blot" "uh oh! looks like Reese has some blot on his shirt!"

and it's always 'poor house wardens this, poor house wardens that-'

WHAT ABOUT YUU??? they're always- always at the brunt of the over blot's and they don't even have magic!!

some days, when yuu doesn't have enough energy to spare their other friends, they silently haunt reader. staying by their side like an otter, only breaking apart for the few classes they have apart. and as soon as the bell rings and reader is done gathering their belongs and making a beeline for the door- yuu is already there, waiting outside the door. a brief moment of eye contact before they fall in line with each other.

if grim is there and trying to bug yuu, reader is there to play buffer. trying to distract the cat-monster as yuu gives them a grateful glance. but if he isn't, then it's silence between you two.

I think the reader doesn't like silence because if they aren't talking to someone then their thoughts catch up to them. but if it's for yuu? what's a little suffering if it's for a friend right?

if some of the first years pop up and try to drag yuu away, yuu will usually be able to fight their own battles, giving them a charming smile and saying that they'll join them some other time. sometimes it works, other times it doesn't. and when it doesn't reader has to take a deep breathe, and force themselves out of their two-person bubble.

they'll either irish goodbye the the lot, playing the bad guy as they're seen stealing yuu away. or say some kind of comment to one of the more prideful members to get them to start a inter-group conflict while reader and yuu slip away. or just lie, lying's good too.

but 🌀 reader would do anything, for their friend's.

one time, I was at the gym with my sister and this guy came and asked if we were using the machine and turned that into trying to hit on my sister- LITERALLY ENCAGING HER AGAINST THE WALL AND 2 MACHINES. and I humored it for the rest of my set because I know she can take care of herself, but when nothing was working I pulled my phone out uttering some bullshit that we needed to leave now. ofc she didn't even realize I was lying until I told her. but you'd be surprised how many guys can't. get. a. hint.

so reader saving the day from yuu getting hit on by an npc, or one whose yapping so much they don't even realize yuu is inching away is a common occurrence. with a quick '1,2,3 fuck it,' reader is rolling up their sleeves, marching over while creating a fake text from the ghosts and- "yuu we gotta go! grim has destroyed the curtains again!" and with a tug of their arm reader is dragging yuu away.

and- god forbid the npc follows, saying that they weren't done... is when reader becomes 'uncharacteristically' snippy. "unless you want to help clean cat vomit from the curtains, you're welcome to join us" you see a dust cloud in his place from how fast he ran.

yuu lets out a chuckle, looping their arm around yours as they lean their head on your shoulder. a small 'thanks' as they make their way back to good ol' ramshackle.

(there have been a few cases where the npc does offer to help. but yuu pulls out a smile and says 'next time')

[tgmsunmontue]

Season to Taste - 2/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

                “What is your name?”

                “Bradley Bradshaw.”

                Leandro blinks at him and he’s not sure if it’s the name or if they simply sound too similar to one another.

                “Hmm. I will call you Lee… like Leonardo. You like pizza too much. And you are American like turtles…”

                “Do you want me to wear an orange bandana while I’m at it?” Bradley jokes.

                Leandro laughs and pats his face.

                “Silly boy. Leonardo wears blue. Michaelangelo wears orange.”

…            …            …

2016

                Filming has wrapped for the morning and he finally gets to walk around without a crew trailing his every step. They’re still taking shots, but they’re not filming him, which he is supremely grateful for because he wants to go back and actually do some proper shopping, not just the stuff for cooking later, but items he saw in passing and knew he wanted to go back and get. He has time. It’s a proper farmers market, there are even livestock for sale off to the side, although he’s been told that’s not every week, more like once a month. He walks without any direction, there are different avenues set up, some with raw produce, meats, baking, candles, soaps, art works and carved pieces of wood. Another with preserves and pickles, little wafers to the side so people can taste them. He takes his time and tries everything he can, loves places like this, everything so fresh and everyone so friendly. Even if they know who he is.

                He’d never imagined that his life would take this many twists any turns, that he’s now a celebrity chef, one everyone considers self-taught, despite the fact he insists that Leandro and Silvia taught him, along with the whole extended Gallo family and their friends. He’s got fifteen years of experience now, the last seven though being the wildest. He’d been spotted in the background of the show with the British celebrity. Sought out and asked if he’d do a little cooking segment, then they’d found out he could do it in multiple languages. He’d been popular. More popular than anyone had anticipated and then he’d been asked to do a longer running show.

                In amongst it all he’d ended up with an agent and a manager. Leandro and Silvia had sat him down and made him plan things out, made him call Ice and tell him. He still hasn’t spoken to Mav, and he knows he’s maybe being immature and holding a grudge but Mav hasn’t ever reached out himself, or apologized or, even better, explained. So, it is radio silence there and he knows that Ice is likely keeping Mav updated with his goings-on, but he is okay with that as long as Ice doesn’t push him to forgive him.

                He’s stepping back from a stall, thanking them when he bumps into someone, apology already on his lips when the other person is also apologizing.

                “No, my fault. Sorry.”

                “Both our faults then,” the man says, and he’s tilting a cowboy hat back and he’s got a fucking toothpick sticking out from the corner of his mouth. He’s also wearing a sinfully tight white t-shirt and tight jeans, which are either old and worn, or just doing a poor job at containing some very nice-looking thighs. Bradley licks his lips. There are other appetites he hasn’t indulged in a while either.

                “You from around here?”

                “Uh. No. Just here for work…” Bradley says, and he can see the guy trying to place him, figure out why he recognizes him. It’s happening more and more often now, people recognizing him in the street and out of context.

                “What’s your name?”

                “Um. Bradley Bradshaw.”

                He’s waiting for the flare of recognition at the name, but there’s nothing and it’s kind of a relief. He’s not quite that famous, not a household name quite yet although the marketing team are definitely working their hardest. He looks at the guys face again does a double take, there’s something about him though which is casting him back nearly a decade, he looks so familiar and the way he’s smiling…

                “And your name?”

                “Jake. Jake Seresin.”

                That is a hell of a coincidence. For him to also be called Jake. And Texan. He remembers the accent. Bradley imagines him nearly ten years younger, a buzz cut and baby faced…

                “You remind me of someone. You ever been to Italy?”

                It’s Jake’s turn to pull back, eyebrow raised and the toothpick does a little twist in and out of his mouth with his tongue and it’s kind of distracting but there is a slow roaming of his face, like he’s looking at Bradley the same way.

                “Yeah. I have. Why?”

                “2008?”

                Jake is frowning now, clearly trying to remember what year it was, but Bradley is more and more sure the longer he looks his fill. This is his Cinderella… the one he’d always jokingly said had got away even though he hadn’t expected anything else that night.

                “Yeah… my first time there…”

…            …            …

                Jake steps back, raises his hand to cover the bottom half of the other man’s face, because the guy didn’t have a moustache, and there’s only one guy, one man, that could be asking. The night in question is seared in his mind, his first taste of freedom, his first kiss with a guy and also the overwhelming fear of doing anything more than kiss. And apparently, he’s grown a moustache and changed his name. Only one way to find out.

                “Leo?”

                “Yeah. Hi.”

                “Holy shit… Oh. You grew up good.”

                “So did you,” Leo (or is it Bradley?) replies, and his eyes show he’s clearly appreciative of how Jake looks. He’d liked Jake plenty all those years ago too. He also looks good, firm muscle and nice looking forearms and they’re both clearly checking each other out and there’s a little thrill fizzing through him because there isn’t any second-guessing his interest, no fear of getting punched for looking at him the wrong way.

                “This is a coincidence and a half. You here looking for me?” Jake asks, knows it’s unlikely but he’s still going to ask. Like he’s worth being hunted down across the world. Leo-Bradley throws back his head and laughs, looks at him and gives him another once over and Jake tries not to preen too much.

                “No. Not unhappy that I bumped into you though.”

                “Hmm,” Jake hums, lips and teeth continuing to play with the toothpick and Bradley’s eyes track the movement. “Neither am I. Although, can I ask why you’re using a fake name?” Leo-Bradley blinks, maybe confused and Jake isn’t an idiot. “Bradley Bradshaw? Really? Trying to sound more American?”

                “Well, you can call me Leo, but I am American and Bradley Bradshaw is the name on my birth certificate.”

                “No shit. Really?”

                “Yeah. Really.”

                “American. Huh. You had me fooled…” Jake murmurs, because he may have been trying to learn Italian for the last few years because of this man. Maybe.

                “I did live there for nearly a decade if it’s any consolation. Just travel quite a bit now. What are you doing here? Work?”

                “Yeah, my sisters are working me into the ground even though I’m on leave. But it’s nice being out in the wide-open space.”

                “I bet. What are you on leave from?”

                “I’m a naval aviator. What do you do?”

                Leo’s mouth drops open, but Jake has gotten used to telling the difference between someone being impressed and someone just being surprised. Leo is definitely more surprised than impressed though, his head shaking but he’s still standing close enough that Jake can feel the heat of his body.

                “What’s that look for? You got something against naval aviators all of a sudden?”

                The laugh that Leo lets out is pitched a little too high and Jake quirks an eyebrow up.

                “I don’t have a problem with it. I just… Shit. Small world I guess. My dad was a RIO in the Navy.”

                “Yeah? What does he do now?”

                “Uh. He died. When I was a kid.”

                “Oh shit. Sorry. Didn’t mean to put my foot in it,” Jake says, pulling a face.

                “It’s okay. You didn’t know. But just a heads up that my mom is dead too, so, maybe don’t ask about her either.”

                “Well. Thanks for the heads up. What is a safe topic of conversation?” Leo smirks and Jake lets out a bright laugh, the message received loud and clear, if the body language wasn’t all telling him the same thing. “So… What do you do for a job then?”

                Leo blinks at him, like he’s not used to such a run of the mill question.

                “I’m a chef.”

                “Cool. Then I look forward to you feeding me…”

                “Oh yeah, I think I can definitely manage that.”

                “Think you can manage a lot more than that.”

                “I’d like to give it a try…”

                “Hmm. Me too.”

THREE

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Five times the Witchers learnt just how cat-like Aiden actually is

Biscuit making - Lambert

Lambert stared down at his friend, eyebrows raised in silent question as Aiden dozed lightly, plastered to Lambert so they were snuggled chest to chest in the small inn bed. He'd gotten used to Aiden purring in his sleep when the Cat witcher felt safe (and Lambert tried not to linger too long on how that made him feel) long ago but this…this was new.

The hands resting on Lambert's chest were rhythmically gripping and releasing the material of his shirt in tandem, the pinprick scratch of long, tougher than average fingernails just enough to feel through the fabric. It wasn't uncomfortable as such, in fact once he got used to it, when paired with the soft, barely audible purr it was actually quite relaxing.

Soon enough, Lambert found himself being pulled into sleep, either not caring or not realising that he himself had started letting out a steady stream of content rumbling of his own in response.

"Question for you, Cat."

Aiden didn't pause in lacing up his boots, "Ask away, Wolf."

"You know you were-" he clenched his fingers in imitation of the gesture, "I don't know - kneading - me last night?"

At that, Aiden did pause and Lambert had the feeling if he could blush he'd be bright red.

"I..shit. Sorry, I didn't even realise. I usually only do that around my siblings. I'll try to control it better."

"Didn't say it was a bad thing. " Lambert bumped his shoulder lightly against Aiden's, "I was just curious is all. I don't give a shit what you do, short of stabbing me."

Lambert tried to ignore the warmth blooming in his chest as Aiden let out a tiny purr.

Jumpscare - Eskel

Eskel hummed to himself as he bought in the last of the vegetables from the greenhouses for pickling. Glad to see that Aiden was already in the kitchen setting everything up and was currently busy with a keg of brine. Things had been a bit tense to start with when his little brother had rolled up with a Cat of all people but Aiden had made it very hard to not like him. If nothing else, he was always more than willing to lend a hand with chores - always a bonus when your home was in a near constant state of disrepair.

"Alright." Eskel said, dumping one of the sacks out onto the stone countertop, "That's the last of this year's crop. If we work quickly we should be done by-"

He was interrupted by a yowl next to him and if Aiden was an actual cat, Eskel would be inclined to think somebody had just stepped on his tail. Whirling around he saw no sign of the other Witcher. Until he looked up just in time to see Aiden hauling himself up to fully perch on one of the rafters, glaring at Eskel's haul.

"Eh...Aiden?"

"Get those things away from me." The Cat hissed pointing accusingly.

Now Eskel was even more confused, all that was there was a perfectly innocent pile of….

"You mean these?" He held up one of the cucumbers, causing Aiden to growl low in his throat in response. Eskel hastily dropped it again, "Ok, ok. I'll put these away for now and we can work on the beetroot instead. Ok?"

Aiden nodded but still refused to leave his perch until the offending items had been shoved back into the sack and into a cupboard.

Soundlessly, he grabbed a knife and began to peel and chop the beetroot.

"Cat thing?"

"Cat thing."

Zoomies - Geralt

Geralt couldn't sleep. Again. He was nowhere near desperate enough to go down the Djinn route again but by the Gods it was starting to get annoying. He just wanted one night where his mind wouldn't keep throwing up scenarios where he failed his responsibilities to Ciri, Yen, Jaskier, his brothers…he was just one man for fucks sake.

He decided to go check on the animals, Eskel had mentioned that the fence on one of the goat pens could do with repairs but it was already getting dark by the time he'd noticed. It was on the list for the following morning but his brother would be heartbroken if any of them had gotten loose and hurt in the meantime.

Turns out Geralt wasn't the only one feeling restless. As he entered the courtyard he caught sight of a figure seemingly in the middle of running laps along the wall. Too lithe to be Eskel or Lambert, too tall to be Ciri, it had to be Aiden. Geralt stopped for a second, unsure why until he realised. Aiden was moving fast.. too fast to be running it safely in the dark and frost. Even for a Witcher, that could be a broken leg or concussion at least if he fell.

As if the Gods had been reading his thoughts, Aiden lost his footing and soundlessly tumbled down onto the cobbles of the courtyard, landing in a heap. Only to bounce back up immediately as if nothing had happened and continue running laps at ground level instead.

Geralt felt his brow furrow as he continued watching, what the fuck?

"Couldn't sleep either?"

Aiden had come to a stop in front of him, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and eyes darting around ceaselessly as he almost seemed to be vibrating in his own skin and using all of his self control to stay still and talk.

Geralt hummed in response before gesturing to the wall "You do that often?"

Aiden looked slightly sheepish as if he expected to be reprimanded, "Only a couple of times since I've been here. The mutagens. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to combust there and then if I don't move , for some reason it's worse at night. I think there was something meant to make us nocturnal, at least partially anyway. If I were on the path I'd go hunting or just go run pell mell in the woods for a bit. Doing that on an unfamiliar mountain didn't seem like the smartest thing though. I'm reckless, not suicidal."

Geralt huffed a laugh, "Well, don't let me stop you. Just don't make us find you lying out here with your skull cracked open in the morning."

Aiden gave a mock salute before going to mount the wall again, "Remind me to tell you about Cat Trials. Trust me, a fall from this is nothing. You could always run a couple of laps with me if you want? It's just, you look as if you could use something to tire you out too."

Geralt shrugged. At this point, why the fuck not?

Chirp - Jaskier

"Melitele's tits, it's cold. I mean, it. Is. COLD." Jaskier proclaimed as the two of them closed the door on the snow storm they'd just left, moving to hang his cloak and hood by the fire in the great hall, "I swear, if you and Lambert ever decide you're heading South for the winter I'm coming with you. Geralt can freeze his tits off up here alone, he'll survive. Unlike me. "

Aiden said nothing, although the bard had been around enough Witchers by now to know his companion was probably silently laughing at him as he removed his own cloak. Jaskier tsk'd at the snow clinging to Aiden's hair and moved to brush it out without thinking. The Cat let out a small but clearly audible "mrrrp" and momentarily pushed into the hand before he caught himself. He turned to face Jaskier, who was grinning at him like both Yule and his birthday had come early.

"Oh, well. That is just precious! " He exclaimed, clapping his hands together excitedly like a small child who's just been shown a magic trick, "Oh my dear, if all Cat Witchers make such adorable noises I may have a new favourite school. Do you all do that or is it just some of you? Purring's a given, every Witcher I've met purrs to some degree or other."

Aiden caught Coen's eye, the other Witcher flashing him a smirk which said 'You're on your own'

"That's it, I've decided! I'm making it my mission this winter to find out just how cat-like you are!"

"Do that and I'll hide your lute up in the rafters." Aiden said with no real heat, the Bard trailing after him asking questions about tables and glassware, distracted (for now) from the coldness of the Keep.

If I fits… - Vesemir

Vesemir basked in the quiet. There were perks to being one of the first ones to wake in the mornings. As much as he loved having his boys back safe and sound for the winter, after months alone the constant noise could become a little overwhelming at times, making these moments of quiet solitude all the more precious.

He made his way to the laundry room with an armful of bedding he'd found which probably hadn't been washed since the previous winter if the stale smell was anything to go by. No matter.

He quirked an eyebrow at the closed laundry hamper. He was certain he'd opened the lid earlier unless old age and senility were finally starting to get to him. Dumping the dirty sheets on the ground to free his hands he lifted the lid again.

And was greeted by Aiden blinking sleepily up at him, disturbed by the sudden brightness. Vesemir briefly took a moment to try and figure out what manner of contortion he'd used to cram himself into a space the boys had struggled to fit in even as adolescents before catching Aiden's eye. The two held eye contact as Aiden tilted his head in silent question, still half asleep. Vesemir wordlessly lowered the lid again in response before walking away shaking his head. It was too early for his boy's antics.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Out Of Context Shit Heard On The SOLDIER Floor #5

previous: 1, 2, 3, 4,

*Zack walks in with his head in a pumpkin*

Zack: Zack-o'-lantern

Genesis: do you think our menstrual cycles have synced?

Sephiroth: please stop crying. I am not equipped to deal with depression this early in the morning.

Kunsel: When I die please donate my penis to science.

Angeal: Director Lazard dresses like a gay penguin.

Sephiroth: Is fruit cake an insult? I just called someone a fruit cake and thought it was quite funny.

Kunsel: Why does Rufus sound like he went through puberty twice?

Sephiroth: I thought the Molly you spoke of was the name.

Roche: Kunsel can have a little medieval torture, as a treat.

Zack: Where were you when my hand was stuck in the toaster??

Sephiroth: I don't know what Coraline was complaining about. She had two mothers.

Lazard: One of these days I'm going to lose my shit and punch Genesis in the face.

Angeal: (on the phone): I-just-swallowed-whiteout help desk, Angeal speaking, how may I help you?

Genesis: Merry Christmas.

Zack: It's October?

Genesis: Alright shitty Christmas then.

Zack: *break dancing while Genesis sobs*

Genesis: If we're all single by age forty let's become a married throuple.

Angeal: I can't tell if that drawing you did is President Shinra or Colonel Sanders.

Roche: Fuck it. I'll just steal Sephiroth's hair. It's no big deal!

Sephiroth: I would commit unspeakable atrocities for a single piece of lasagna right now.

Cloud: Ronald McDonald would never treat me like this!

Sephiroth: I do not mean to be immature, but I will now be giggling whenever we reach the 69th floor.

Genesis: Eat this apple and tell me it doesn't taste like chicken tenders.

Angeal: Sephiroth stop laughing Genesis might be going to jail.

Zack: 🎶 Grab somebody sexy tell 'em HEY *tackles Sephiroth*

Cloud: There's a pickle in your wallet. Is that a metaphor?

Lazard: There's no need to act defensive, Roche. Lots of men have gay thoughts about Sephiroth.

Genesis: Bullying IS a healthy coping mechanism.

Lazard: Do you like my new bottle of pills?

Cloud: What if—bear with me—What if! No one cares about Loveless?

Sephiroth: I think he's the size of twelve capybaras stacked on top of each other.

Angeal: Which one of you gay clowns told upper management about—Put your hand down, Genesis, that wasn't a compliment!

Zack: *through a mouthful of cookies* HE'S A DILF!

Angeal: You can't threaten me with a butter knife.

Sephiroth: If I sniff this entire box of markers, will it put me out of my misery?

Zack: My fear is that he'll come at me with a rolling pin.

Cloud: Seph! Stop choking Genesis with that extension cord he's into that shit.

Lazard: If you keep this up, Sephiroth, I'll make you wear a shirt for a week.

Genesis: How do I look?

Angeal: With your eyes, Gen.

Roche: I personally frame all of my speeding tickets.

*Cloud walks in shaking*

Cloud: GUYS! ZACK CAN DO MATH!

Sephiroth: Somebody stole a jar of jam from my desk drawer.

[onboardsorasora]

🎾Tennis Dan - Part 35🎾

Soooo I started writing this at the start of the year when the Australian open was actually going on and then my brain decided it needed a break. Which fair…. I'd been writing 3 Roses non-stop and then like a lot of smaller fic around that time as well. I took the break my body requested then just…. didn't have the inspiration to come back to this. I wanted to do a completely new chapter but I also really liked what I'd already written here, so I finished it. Nothing else has been written so anything after this chapter will be like, current lol

I'm so sorry for taking so long to bring our boys back, please forgive me.

Part 1 | Part 34

Max felt the roar of the Australian crowd as the set finally ended. Sustained by the announcement that the last rally surpassed the games record of 27 volleys with 31. The set had been going on for over an hour now with both players giving it their all.

Max watched as Daniel wiped at his face with the oversized towel. He was drenched in sweat, the planes of his muscles were obvious through the slicked fabric of his shirt.

This was the longest match Max had ever witnessed, Daniel and his opponent were very well matched and they each had an answer whenever the other had the upper hand. The scoreboard looked like an annoying math equation with integers and fractions.

It was clear who the crowd were behind though, the ‘Aussie Aussie Aussie oi oi oi’ chants riled the packed stadium in every break. The inflatable kangaroos waved merrily when Daniel got the advantage.

He was doing well for himself in his first big Open back from injury. Daniel had spent the Christmas break in training camp on the ranch while Max had been doted on by Grace and Daniel's grandmother.

Watching Daniel in his element would always make Max's blood simmer in his veins. Daniel was calm, focused, and fucking good. His navy shorts were short– mid thigh and shorter than he normally wore but Max wouldn't say he was complaining. Not when Daniel was lunging and stretching this way and that, Max loved watching his straining muscles.

He watched as Blake and Michael hurriedly poured packets of salt in a branded water bottle and shook it all together. Daniel had already drank all of the electrolyte drink and even the ‘just in case' pickle juice that had been packed in his gear bag. They were moving quickly, never once expecting the match to go on this long, for him to go through the back stores.

A court attendant in a white wide brimmed hat accepted the bottle and placed it by Daniel's bench. Daniel grabbed the bottle and took a sip and Max chuckled when his face involuntarily squished onto itself before he raised a thumbs up. He drank the salty water like a trooper before chasing it with some ice cold fresh water.

He made a face that was broadcast onto the screens, with his tongue out and sharp head shake, the crowd cheered and screamed. Daniel grimaced then laughed before waving to the camera goodnaturedly. He stood and wiped his face again before grabbing his racquet. The crowd swell was insane.

The next few sets went quickly after that, most into Daniel's favour. Max stopped paying attention to the clock, to the score. Instead focused on how strong and– quite frankly– fucking sexy Daniel looked below him. Panting and straining and looking positively dominant.

Grace's hand clamping onto his arm brought Max back to the present. The stadium was tense, with the sound of thousands of people gasping and holding their breaths. 

Max looked to see Daniel on the ground, on his back. His opponent returned the volley with vigor and Daniel had no time to get back up. The crowd groaned with fear and Grace seemed as if she wanted to hide her face.

Then Daniel arched up and volleyed back from his position on the ground. Then he scrambled to his feet just as the ball was returned. Daniel grinned widely and watched triumphantly as the ball went out. The stadium roared and Daniel beat his chest, then raised his hands tiredly in thanks.

— - —

Max licked his way up the planes of Daniel's back as he laid prone on bed beneath him. His arms were spread out like a cross, ice packs taped to his biceps and traps. 

Daniel was exhausted, and Max had elected to be the one in charge of his post match care. He'd say through the trophy ceremony impatiently, he couldn't wait to get his hands on Daniel.

“Mmm Max.” Daniel groaned gutterally, his face smushed into the sheets. Drool collected beneath his lips to form a wet patch.

Max had been edging him the whole time, massaging his muscles while keeping him horny as hell. Daniel's body was a livewire of pain and pleasure and his dick was hard and leaking, trapped beneath him.

“You did so well today, Daniel. You were perfect. My perfect champion.” Max cooed in Daniel's ear, pressing his hard dick between the cleft of Daniel's cheeks. Daniel shivered and whined.

Max kissed the column of Daniel's neck and rutted against him, savouring each of Daniel's breathy moans and exhales.

“You're gonna come for me baby, let me take care of you.” 

“Yeah.” Daniel panted, trying and failing to raise his head or his hips for better access to Max's roving lips and grinding hips. He wanted to do more but his energy was done. And Max felt so so so good.

“Don't worry, I'll fuck you tomorrow baby. I promise.” Max gripped Daniels hips and picked up his speed. Daniel's whines became hitched before his eyes clenched and he stiffened beneath him. Daniel choked out a moan while Max murmured praises into his ear, a soft smile on his pink lips. 

“Max, fuck.” Daniel rasped and Max came with a moan of Daniels name.

[snaillock]

kurona ranze as your bf: random hcs

tags: male!reader, reader is taller than kurona(5’6), reader is a blue lock player, me gushing over a character that has literal crumbs of info available so i’m making this up as i go, oh my god he is literally a bipedal lemon shark

kurona ranze. *sighs dreamily* kurona ranze…

he is literally a magenta lemon shark (*gasp* a strawberry lemonade shark… bro my fucking mind)

you two would literally be the “excuse me, he asked for no pickles” bf x standing behind you at the register bf

i do believe he has a good amount of self-confidence but only speaks when he feels it’s necessary so he’s completely cool with you being the more assertive one in the relationship

he is also so so loyal. one of the most loyal men you’ll ever meet and is just as reliable off the field as he is on field

i feel like he isn’t a big fan of pda so you gotta show him your love when you two are alone cause it feels a lot more special to him. besides you guys prob gotta hide it from all the bltv cameras anyway

when he warms up to the relationship more, he’ll absolutely love physical affection from you even becoming clingy for your attention once you two are alone

you absolutely love doting on him (i mean just look at him) and he clearly enjoys that type of attention from you so much but would never admit it out loud

he is literally the perfect height for easy discreet forehead kisses so you can simply sneak one in quickly and walk off before he can fully process it

it’s so cute how short he is that if you’re able to pick him up, you would (if he’s comfortable with it ofc) but if he gets a leg cramp during training, then that’s the perfect excuse to carry him off the field so he can rest

when he gets flustered, it’s just the most adorable sight ever. his cheeks getting just as pink as his hair and him nervously gritting his teeth, possibly hiding his face in his shirt collar

speaking of his hair if you two share the same dorm room together, you could offer to do his braid for him in the morning before practice or a big match. such a simple yet sweet act of affection that makes his heart flutter when he feels your hand going through his hair

you’ve ever seen those tiktoks of a lemon shark getting nose rubs? yeah it’s exactly like that

don’t get me started on his teeth. he seems pretty neutral about his shark like features so feel free to openly gush about how cute they are to him. he’ll probably let you poke and prod at the pointy ends when he feels like it

he gives me a partner who just randomly bites you affectionately vibes and i’m not just saying that bc of his serrated teeth (it is mainly bc of that) but i can imagine whenever he doesn’t feel like expressing his love verbally, he just gives you a good ol’ chomp right on the meat of your bicep!

the way he repeats his last words (it’s a speech tic idc what anyone says) is also so so endearing that part of his character is just *chefs kiss*

you two were probably pretty subtle about your relationship only bc you two mutually agreed on not being too open about it with the others plus your teammates won’t expect such a pairing anyway.

can you imagine their surprise when they do find out? it probably started out with some of the observant ones noticing how weirdly… ‘close’ you two have gotten. small rumors forming about what possible relationship you have with kurona, mainly thanks to you accidentally slipping out a pet name one time while you were greeting him in front of the team

until all their suspicions are confirmed when one of your teammates spots you two kissing when you thought you were completely inconspicuous and alone

once the secret was out, you two were certainly crowned the cutest boyfriends in blue lock

hello message from me from the future. if you want more male reader content, then check out more of my blog :3

[finniestoncrane]

congrats on 2k finnie!!! you deserve it sm!! it's Nick Anon (can you guess who i'm going to ask for? teehee) and can i have a front row ticket to a sci-fi, with some sweet popcorn, a fruit cup and some pickles? thank you!!! 💜

yippee yippee!! nick anon!! you are back to enable my nick love once more!! thank you, i am so excited!! 💚🩷 cw: semi-public sex, risky sex in that... there's zombies around, humiliation, degradation, sex against a wall HELL YEAH 🔞minors dni🔞 send a request • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

It felt safe enough, at least for a moment, to let your guards down. You could focus your attention on Nick as he kissed you deeply, passionately, crashing into the barren shelves of the small, empty store. He only stopped when he had you up against the counter, watching you lean back on it, grinning up at him with a sneaky grin as you grabbed the lapels of his white suit jacket. But before you could pull him into another kiss, he stopped you, a raised eyebrow as he questioned you in a teasing tone.

"Risky... what if the others catch up with us? What if there's something spooky lurking upstairs?"

"Well, in that case, we don't have long to argue about it. Besides, there's nothing upstairs, it would have heard us by now."

"And the others? When they're done scavenging and come looking for us?"

"I don't really care what they see, they can look away if they want to."

You tugged on him again, desperate to feel his lips against yours but stopped once again, his forehead against you as he spoke.

"Oh yeah? You a little bit of an exhibitionist?"

His words were low, slow, and layered with a flirtatious and inquisitive energy that you couldn't help but lean into.

"Hm, wouldn't you like to know what I was into before all this."

"I really, really would."

Finally, he allowed himself to be drawn into you, a quick kiss to your lips before he began peppering them along your jaw line and down your neck, interspersed with his musings.

"I bet you were filthy... desperate... Pretending to be shy like you did with me... but I knew you were just ready for anything."

Nick tugged at your shirt, pulling it up slightly, running his surprisingly soft palms along your torso, scooping them around your back as he continued.

"A nasty, dirty little slut... Embarrassing really that I;ve had to stoop as low as you these days."

You could feel the cruel smile in his words, the satisfaction he found in teasing you, in degrading you, a power move he didn't have to make.

"Never happy unless you were getting fucked, huh?"

He pulled at your pants, working them down your legs enough that you were exposed before he turned you around, letting you find your balance on the counter before he unzipped his pants and positioned his cock at your entrance.

"Just a needy, greedy little whore."

"That's what I'm like now, Nicky. You have no idea what you missed out on before."

The tip of his cock slipped inside of you, and he let out a groan of pleasure that slid into a dismayed groan.

"Oh come on, sweetheart! You can't tell me that. You're going to ruin me."

"Let's have you ruin me first, then we'll see what I can do with whatever time we have left. I can let you in on some secrets."

[fluffy-anna]

Things i would say if I were friends with Battinson.

No lube, no protection, No proof reading, opened the pencil icon and wrote, don't judge

Basically a fanfic of you (or rather us) being chaotic besties with Battinson.

You; hey you haven't been replying to my texts everything okay?

*Battinson on his 8th (16 hour) Nirvana playlist and not understanding the riddles, as well as hunch backed on the floor with scattered papers and his shirt nowhere to be found*; THE VOICES

You; Alfred YOUR SON HAS RABIES WHAT THE FUCK

*battinson shows up randomly to your doorstep, mascara dripping down his face and a very poor attempt to hide his super hero identity*

Bruce; can I borrow your waterproof mascara

*you, knowing this could range from him listening to songs, to him cosplaying or him actually being the flying rodent*

You; sure...

*bruce who takes too much mascara*

You; fucking bitch-

You, over radio: Testing. Testing. Bruce , can you hear me?

Bruce , standing next to You: I’m standing right here.

You: You’re coming through good and loud.

Bruce : ‘Cause I’m standing right here.

Bruce : You tricked me!

You: I deceived you. ‘Trick’ makes it sound like we have a friendly relationship.

*bruce gets the wrong order and doesn't want to bother the servers*

*you and equal mess but strong for him*

*both talking in tiny*

You;he asked for no pickles

*both nearly dying*

Bruce : I actually have a black belt.

You: In what, karate?

Bruce : No, from Gucci.

You : Can you keep a secret?

Bruce: Do you know anything about my life?

You : you literally tell half of it on accident, and the other half isn't that hard to guess. answer the fucking question bitc-

Bruce : Do you take constructive criticism?

You: I only take cash or credit.

Bruce : You saved me. I owe you my life.

You: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed

*A paparazzi called bruce rude things, and started harassing the socially awkward lanky boy.*

Bruce : Violence isn't the answer.

You: You’re right.

Bruce : *sighs in relief*

You: Violence is the question.

Bruce : What?

You, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Bruce , running after them: NO-

*you who's chasing the reporter with a plastic knife and a scream that could kill black Canary*

I don't know this is all I can think of randomly, please reblog more ideas would love to write a shitpost fix with Battinson x civilian bestie reader!

[judasgot-it]

Confession; Part 2 (Kunikida or Dazai)

Part two of my recent request, I'm gonna try and make it make sense. Also, I know y'all want a part 2 for Dazai, but I like Kunikida, and I feel horrible for doing him so dirty </3 (i feel like it might lowkey be ass tho idk how to characterize kunikida in a romantic sense he's so hard?) SO I made two different endings for them <3

Tagging @babyg1rldazai since they requested this love u so much I hope I delivered IDK

Anyway, I hope this quells y'alls hunger

Kunikida

"I'm sorry Kunikida."

Currently, the two of you were in... you wanted to say 'a bit of a pickle' but that didn't really help with what you were feeling. More like 'fucked in the ass' was a better to phrase it.

Wet, cold, and you personally were rather disappointed. A rather fucked situation. Especially for a first date.

"This is just fine."

The man next to you was staring at the downpour calmly. It had forced the two of you into a small part of a shopping center, hiding underneath a large umbrella. It wasn't doing either of you good though - your clothes were drenched, and you could see Kunikida's hair dripping with the cold rain.

"We probably lost our reservation by now. Sorry, this is my fault. If I got ready on time then this wouldn't be such a mess."

You had to apologize, make it up somehow. Seriously, this situation wasn't what either of you wanted. You could see that his outfit was ruined - he definitely ironed it just for this occasion, and it was his nice "going out suit" that he saved for these types of things too.

It was awful that it was ruined because of you.

"You can't predict this kind of weather. There wasn't anything on the radar about it. Besides, you can just come over and I'll make you something there."

Kunikida had taken off his outer layer, trying to wring out his sleeves. His hands were diligent with the work, starting out big and then carefully wringing out smaller and smaller sections of the cloth. You could see the wrinkles that were forming, even if it was a rather thick fabric.

"This just. Doesn't feel perfect, especially for a first date. I was hoping it would be...more picturesque."

You were playing with your wet shirt collar, musing around with the button. This date already seemed to be full of flaws.

"I was hoping for it to be perfect, you know? That's something you always talk about."

Voicing that outloud seemed to make the rain silent. It was pouring down heavily on the umbrella that the two of you hid underneath, but it was drowned out by the silence you were both now sunk under.

Kunikida looked up from his jacket, staring out into the rain. Maybe it was the wrong thing to say?

He took a breath in. A long one, where you could tell he was counting the seconds. 3 in, hold, and 3 out.

You tried to follow along, but it didn't really help with the anxiety you were feeling at the moment. Those seconds were feeling like near hours as you watched him breathe them in, hold, and out.

"I don't expect things to be perfect. Truth is I don't want them to be. I have an ideal, but that's all it is; an ideal."

Finally, he turned to you. His blond bangs were wet, sticking to his forehead. His glasses were dropping down his nose, foggy and so wet you doubt he could see out of them if he tried. If he wasn't saying something you wanted to hear, he would probably look like a madman of sorts.

"There is no 'perfect romance', and there is no 'falling in love' because in the end - in the end, it's all made up. You can only choose someone."

"So did you want to choose me?"

He nodded, smiling. You reached out, taking his glasses and hopelessly trying to clean the lenses with whatever dry part of your shirt you could find.

"I was hoping maybe we both chose each other. In my ideal, that's how love works."

You looked up at him. He was shifting about nervously, smiling wide. His eyes were focused downward, focusing on your fingers as they tried to clean his lenses. It reminded you of a little boy for a moment, either impatient or nervous - a small line between the two.

Silently, you handed them back, although you could still see smudges from your fingerprints.

Kunikida didn't seem to mind at all, as he wiped away at his face and placed them back onto his nose, his lenses fogging back up again anyway. His smile didn't fade any less, even as he looked back up at you from his clouded lenses.

You smiled back, crooked and imperfect.

"So um."

He shook his head, droplets across the two of you. He visibly cringed, although you couldn't help but let out a large smile at the action.

It was only because of him, you were sure of it. No other man could make acting like a dog so endearing.

"Do you want to come over? I promise it's only just dinner, since we did lose our reservations and all. I'm a good cook and I have a clean kitchen, and I promise to bring you home when you want to, you said around 10 right?"

He was rambling, his hands playing with the coat now wrapped around his arm. You reached out, forced to stop him. Kunikida could go on for far longer if you didn't - he was nervous, and he would probably recite the entire Wikipedia to you if you didn't stop his nerves.

"Yes. I'd love that. I'd love for you to make dinner for us. Maybe we can also watch a movie together, since we have tomorrow off."

You grabbed the coat on his arm, shaking it out. Some of the pockets sagged heavier than the others as you shook it, making you more careful with the article of clothing as it sat heavily in your hands.

"Hey! Hey, what are you doing?"

He reached out nervously, not sure what to do. His hand was stuck in the air, stuck between grabbing you and taking his coat back.

"We don't have an umbrella, and we need something at least a little romantic to happen tonight on our first date."

Your plan was near flawless in your mind. The rain was already making the most perfect score play in your head, and you were already so close and shivering, like sad kittens in a cardboard box. It was the perfect moment to pretend to be in a movie.

Kunikida grabbed one of your hands, his other hand searching through the coats inner pockets.

"Just- just wait a second."

He stepped closer towards you. Faintly, you could smell his perfume. Woody and earthy, but clean like cotton.

"I left this in there."

When he pulled his hand away, you saw he pulled away his notebook.

"Hopefully it's not wet. Your jacket is almost completely soaked."

Kunikida sighed. He flipped the notebook in his hands, the pages only slightly wet.

"I'll live. This notebook can survive worse."

"What about your ideals? Wouldn't you be mad if they're gone?"

"Well-"

Kunikida tucked the notebook into the waistband of his pants, the green awkwardly sticking out against the black ensemble of his outfit. It was a practical placement at the moment, although most certainly not comfortable or fashionable.

"I can just write them again. The most important thing is that I know them, even if I lose my hands."

You smiled, lifting the coat over the both of you. You stretched your arms over his back, trying to place the coat over his head. He grabbed one end, pulling it above the two of you. It wouldn't do too much to stop the downpour, but it was better than nothing.

"That's kind of dark coming from you."

"Is it?"

Kunikida moved his body closer to yours, resting his arm around your shoulders. It was an awkward movement, although as you leaned in against his clammy body, you felt comfortable. Your shivering was quelled, if only slightly.

"Yes. But I like that. I like all of you."

You were glad your position made it hard for him to see your face. Even if you were cold, your face was hot at admitting that part out loud.

"We should go before the rain picks up again. Don't worry, I promise the walk won't be long."

The thick coat above your heads only blocked out little of the rain, but you felt warmer than you should as you were drenched once again in the downpour.

Dazai

Your date with Kunikida wasn't what you were expecting at all.

It was technically perfect, in all aspects. You had worn the perfect outfit, as did he. The restaurant was amazing, and the food was splendid. The service was perfect.

The candlelight dinner was romantic in movies and on TV. But by the end, the two of you seemed to come to the same conclusion - there wasn't any sort of romance between the two of you.

He was technically the perfect guy. You were technically his perfect person too, but there was something missing. Kunikida had recommended an adrenaline-filled activity to spark romance he had seen in an article, but it didn't seem worth it.

You two were work colleagues. All you could talk about was work. Nothing else but that.

Better to not make it awkward, just keep it a funny story to save for later.

Which left you at a park, with nothing. No big romance, no life-changing event. Just loneliness.

How isolating.

The sunset was the only one keeping you company in the moment. Although it was more like dusk at the moment, and you could see more and more people going home. You should probably do that as well.

Although you would really just rather mope. If only for a little bit. Stew and brood in your thoughts for a while.

"I take it the date didn't go so well, huh?"

You lazily turned to look next to you, seeing the usual demon creature that crawled around your workplace.

"We're just work colleagues I guess. No hard feelings, but it's just a little disappointing."

You shrugged your shoulders slightly, bowing your head.

Dazai's voice should have said something annoying in response like he usually would; what you instead found, was his hand comforting you, squeezing your own.

He was completely silent, and instead of his usual cold stares, he felt rather warm. Welcoming. Very different from his usual character.

"Can I be honest with you, Dazai?"

The sun was nowhere to be seen at this point. The sky was a baby blue and the clouds were all a beautiful pink; it was captivating, even if it only lasted for a moment.

"I wouldn't be here now if I wasn't going to listen to you. Otherwise, I'd probably be at the bar right now."

"That sounds like a good idea, better to be drunk than to think."

"Do you want to do that? I have some liquor on me right now."

He let go of your hand, reaching into the inside of his jacket. He pulled out a small, cheap bottle of alcohol - some whiskey he probably bought from a corner store. You were 100% sure it tasted like shit, but you weren't going to reject the offer.

You took the bottle from his hand, your fingers making contact with his. It wasn't worth thinking about, but the touch lingered for a little too long in your mind.

Scrunching your face at the smell, you leaned back as you took a shot, swallowing as quick as you could. It was barely anything, but the burn to your throat was already making your body cry a little.

Quickly, you shoved the bottle towards him, careful not to drop it. Your hand was on his chest but you were trying to forget the burn in your throat - it was as if you were on fire all over now. Dazai laughed at your struggles, taking the bottle from your hands and easily taking down what was probably more than 2 shots, his face telling little of his reaction.

He must have done this a thousand times already.

"That tastes like shit."

"It's alcohol."

"Ok. It's still shit."

The demon of a man just laughed. He was rather close to you, as you could see how little the laugh actually reverberated in his body. It seemed stuck in his Adam's apple, like he was choking but didn't care.

"You were going to say something before this, but I interrupted. Do you still want to share?"

Leaning back and closing your eyes, you took as deep of a breath as you could. You felt it tickle your throat, so you forced your body to relax a little in your seat.

"I'm not sure it's really important. Honestly, I'm probably just feeling emotional or what have you."

"Did Kunikida really do that to you? Didn't think he had that big of a pull game."

You sat up, staring wide-eyed at him. He loved that you were at least offended at the notion. It meant something to him, enough to make him smile a little toothy grin.

"No! It's not like that at all, get your mind out of the gutter. Seriously, we really are just coworkers."

Dazai didn't say anything to that, he simply leaned against the bench, resting his arm around the back and taking another swing of his drink. He was waiting, oh so patiently, for you to start to crack.

"It's kind of stupid..."

Hesitating, you relaxed your legs, spreading them out in front of you. You avoided scuffing your nice shoes but you could still see some dirt on them from having spent the night out. It was unavoidable sometimes, being dirty.

A small silence hung over the both of you. For you, it felt like a small forever, although for him it was probably nothing. He was downright unreadable, relaxed but with eyes like a predator. Happy that he was here, in the moment.

"I don't know if I'm capable of falling in love. Or maybe I'm just a terrible person to love. Anytime I try, it feels like it falls apart because I did something wrong that I don't even know about."

There were crickets somewhere, that were beginning to sing their night song. It was soothing for the moment, as it was one of the few sounds as night was falling upon the two of you.

The whiskey was slid back to you, hitting your thigh. Dazai stood up, hands in his pockets. He never slid his eyes away from you, staring you down as if you were an unsolvable Rubix cube.

Quietly, you took another drink, cringing at the taste. You kept your own eyes on him, rather observing his face than keeping up with his inane staring contest. You watched his hair blow in the slight breeze, his lips twitch slightly, and the countless imperfections in his skin.

He was a lot more interesting to look at than you'd thought.

"Personally Y/n, I don't think you're a bad person. Not to fall in love, anyway. I've met far worse, and I can say for certain that you don't even top the list."

He had a small smile, one that truly reached his eyes. It was one of his rare ones, the kind that you saw when he was passing by bookstores and talking about certain people in his life that he never wanted to name. It felt special that he gifted one of those to you, in an intimate moment like this.

"Are you inferring that you're near the top of that list?"

You finally stood up, giving a moment for your body to adjust to standing. The bench was your friend for a little too long, leaving your legs to feel like pins and needles.

"I would say so. Do you want to test that? I know a good bar around here, although I probably wouldn't recommend drinking so much since you just ate."

"How'd you know that I had dinner?"

Dazai gave a cat-like grin as took the whiskey bottle from your hand, putting it back into his coat. It was almost empty, but no point in questioning him.

"Kunikida would try to do something perfect for you. You would expect that, and he has it written in his book."

Reaching for your hand, he pulled you along, taking you to wherever he had decided. Foolishly you let him do as he pleased. An excited and lazy smile pulled along your face.

"I'll bet that you're perfectly fine to fall in love with Dazai. If you think I am, at least."

You followed his footsteps perfectly, your shadows intertwined with one another from the dim streetlights.

sorry that this took so long LOL. also im gonna write another part to this cause someone requested it but like ALT, idk when that will be posted tho cause I have summer classes cause im a dummy dum :(