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rispwr · 3 months ago

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If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 2

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warnings : rich! oc, nepo! oc, fuckboy! jk, rich! jk, slight love triangle, smut, spoiled! oc, jk, big c! jk, fingering, semi-public xxx

taglist : comment if yall wanna be added

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

two or three part series

It had been a week and a half since the group project began, and we only had two days left before we were supposed to present. I couldn't believe how fast the deadline was approaching. Surprisingly, Jungkook and I had managed to get along a little better in the past few days, although our relationship was still complicated. There was definitely more tension between us—lots of bickering over small details in the project, but there was also something else. A weird undercurrent of sexual tension seemed to creep into our interactions, though I tried to ignore it as much as possible.

We were in class, and the professor was droning on about something I wasn't paying much attention to. My mind wandered, thinking about how we were going to pull everything together in just two days. Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my lap. Curious, I glanced down at my screen under the table to see who had texted me. It was Jungkook.

Jungkook: Hey, princess. Got any plans after class?

I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a small smirk. Of course, he couldn't just ask normally. I typed a quick response.

Y/N: Not unless you're counting trying to save our sorry excuse for a project.

Almost immediately, my phone buzzed again.

Jungkook: Touché. How about we finish it at my place? You, me... Namjoon. Group work, you know?

Y/N: Why at your place?

Jungkook: Because my place is more fun. And I can make you a proper coffee. You know you want to.

Y/N: Fine. But this better be about the project and nothing else.

Jungkook: Can't promise that ;) See you after class.

I shook my head at his winking emoji but couldn't deny the tiny thrill that ran through me. Whether it was the impending deadline or something else, the air between Jungkook and me had been charged with an underlying tension lately. I wasn't sure how to feel about it, but it was becoming harder to brush off.

Once we settled in Jungkook's place, the tension between us was unbearable. It had been building for days, and now, in the quiet of his living room, it felt like we were teetering on the edge of something we couldn't take back.

Jungkook sat next to me on the couch, his casual demeanor masking the intensity in the air. I opened my laptop, pretending to focus on the project, but my mind was far from it. I could feel his eyes on me, and when his hand casually drifted to rest on my thigh again, I froze.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, like he wasn't fully paying attention to his own words but to the way my body tensed at his touch.

I forced myself to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "wow. you suddenly care about my wellbeing now?"

He smirked, that familiar cocky grin that always seemed to piss me off. "What? Can't a guy ask a simple question?"

I rolled my eyes and turned my gaze back to the screen. "Yeah, I ate. Did you?"

"Mmhmm," he murmured, not removing his hand, his fingers starting to gently trace little patterns on my thigh. "Just making sure you're not starving before we start working."

I bit my lip, trying to focus, but every nerve in my body was screaming at me to pay attention to his touch. His fingers were moving now, grazing my skin in slow, deliberate strokes, each one lighting a fire in my core.

I couldn't take it anymore.

The tension,

his hand,

his stupid smirk

—it was all too much. I turned to face him, my chest rising and falling with barely concealed frustration. Before I could think about what I was doing,

I grabbed his face and crashed my lips onto his.

The kiss was messy,

desperate, fueled by all the frustration and tension that had been boiling over between us for weeks. He responded immediately, his hand tightening on my thigh, pulling me closer as he kissed me back just as fiercely. His other hand tangled in my hair, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered except the way his lips moved against mine.

In between the kiss, he pulled back just a fraction, enough to murmur, "Thought you hated me."

I barely registered his words, my breath coming in short, heavy pants. "I do," I whispered, my voice a mix of defiance and something else. "I think."

Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my lips as he leaned back in, his hand now traveling up my side, slipping under my shirt. His touch was slow, teasing, as if he was testing just how far he could push before I stopped him. But I didn't stop him. I couldn't. The warmth of his palm against my skin sent shivers through my entire body, and I leaned into him, craving more.

His lips were on mine again, but this time, the kiss was deeper, slower, like we were savoring every second of this moment. His hand moved higher, grazing the edge of my bra, and I let out a quiet whimper, the sound muffled against his mouth.

"Still think you hate me?" he teased between kisses, his lips brushing against the corner of my mouth, trailing down to my jaw.

I tried to answer, but my thoughts were a jumbled mess, lost in the haze of his touch and the overwhelming heat building inside me. Instead, all I could manage was a shaky, "Shut up."

Jungkook grinned against my skin, his breath hot against my neck as his hand slipped further under my shirt, his fingers ghosting over my breast. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and full of that damn cockiness, "I'm not even doing anything, and you're already..... horny?."

I swallowed hard, trying to regain some control, but the way his hand felt on me, the way his lips moved against my skin, it was impossible to think straight. I opened my mouth to say something, to tell him to stop...or maybe to tell him not to stop, but before I could,

I heard the sound of the door opening.

Panic shot through me, and I jerked away from him, pulling my shirt back down and scrambling to sit up straight. Namjoon had just walked in, completely oblivious to the tension that had just filled the room.

Jungkook, on the other hand, didn't even flinch. He stayed where he was, leaning back casually with a smug grin on his face, like he was savoring the fact that he had completely undone me in a matter of minutes. He rubbed his lips with his thumb, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched me try to pull myself together.

Namjoon, blissfully unaware of what he'd just interrupted, smiled and waved as he set his bag down. "Hey, sorry I'm late."

"Uh, it's fine," I mumbled, still feeling the heat in my cheeks as I avoided Jungkook's gaze. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened—or what almost happened.

Jungkook finally sat up, stretching lazily as he glanced at Namjoon. "We were just getting started," he said, his tone casual, though the smirk on his face told me he was still very much enjoying the moment.

Namjoon nodded, pulling out his laptop. "Cool, let's get to work then."

I shot a glare at Jungkook, who only grinned wider, clearly reveling in the fact that I was still flustered. And as much as I wanted to punch him, I couldn't deny the way my body still buzzed from his touch.

This was going to be a long night.

As the three of us sat around Jungkook's living room table, trying to focus on the project, I couldn't help but feel the lingering tension between us. My mind kept drifting back to the kiss, the way his hands felt on me, and it didn't help that Jungkook kept sending me these playful glances when Namjoon wasn't looking.

We were supposed to be reviewing some notes Namjoon had brought, but my attention was elsewhere. Namjoon was talking animatedly about his ideas, while I pretended to follow along, nodding occasionally. Meanwhile, Jungkook, who sat way too close for comfort on my other side, started to shift, his knee brushing against mine under the table.

I froze for a second, my heart racing, but I didn't move. I didn't pull away. Instead, I shot him a quick look out of the corner of my eye. He glanced back, smirking, and then, without warning, his hand slipped under the table and onto my thigh again.

This time, though, it wasn't innocent.

His fingers began to creep higher, just brushing the hem of my skirt. I tensed up, glancing at Namjoon, who was completely focused on the work in front of him. Jungkook's hand continued its slow, deliberate journey under my skirt, and I couldn't help the way my breath hitched.

I should've stopped him. I should've pushed his hand away, but I didn't. My body reacted on its own, allowing him to continue as my heart pounded in my chest. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy as Namjoon droned on about the project.

Jungkook's fingers slowly rubbed my clothed clit, and I bit my lip, trying to suppress a gasp. I shifted slightly in my seat, hoping Namjoon wouldn't notice. Jungkook, of course, noticed everything. He leaned in just a little closer, whispering softly, "You okay?"

I shot him a glare, though it lacked any real conviction. He chuckled under his breath, clearly enjoying the fact that I was letting him get away with this. His hand traveled higher, pushing my panties to the side enough for him to enter.

i then let out a slight whimper catching their attention. jungkook smirking as he inserts another finger into me "are you okay y/n?" namjoon asks concerned about me "a-ahh no no..haha i-i stubbed my toe" i tried to reply as i was unable to talk normally. the pleasure was too good.

now i know why girls love to throw themselves at jungkook

i held onto jungkooks shirt tightening my grip as i felt my orgasm being near. jungkook sensed it as my walls then starts to tighten around his fingers, he then fastened his pace, making my heart race faster. he then looks at me as i struggle, biting my lips trying not to make any sounds but my legs were shaking.

i finally came. my white liquid coating his fingers as he pulls out making a 'plop' sound.

i breathed heavily trying to pull myself together as i lick my lips, turning to jungkook watching him as he licks his fingers, cleaning my cum that was on his fingers.

once we were done with our study session Namjoon stood up to leave, an awkward silence settled in the room for a brief second. He gathered his things, explaining something about a school board meeting that he couldn't miss. I nodded along, thankful for the distraction from the tension that had been building between Jungkook and me for the past hour. Jungkook, on the other hand, remained calm, though I could sense the playful energy still simmering beneath the surface.

Namjoon finally said his goodbyes and left, closing the door behind him. The silence between Jungkook and me felt thick, heavy with the weight of everything we weren't saying. I didn't dare look at him at first, knowing that the second I did, we wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

i then got up from the couch as i got on his lap, ruffling and playing with his hair. i tilt my head keeping eye contact with him giving him a smile as his hands starts travelling it's way to undo my bra until my phone suddenly rang distrupting our moment.

i got up to get my phone and it's hoseok.

i answered the call but jungkook took it

"hey y/n where are you?" hoseok asks concerned as it has already been past 6 pm.

"she's with her boyfriend" jungkook answers making me shook my head in panic as i try to get my phone from him "what the fuck jungkook!" i got up on him trying to get the phone as i heard hoseok mutter "what the fuck is happening" on the phone. "kiss first" jungkook points at his lips hinting me to kiss him.

and without hesitation i kissed him. i pull away looking at him in the eye as i spoke softly "can i get my phone now?" "say please" he replies making me annoyed. "can i please get my phone now?" i answered him as he slowly gave me the phone giving a cocky grin.

i yanked the phone from him a little bit harsh but i was already annoyed.

"hey hoseok? i'm sorry that was jungkook" i said awkwardly

"i was right then?" he asks

"huh?"

"you like him do youuu??" he teases

"hell nah what the fuck" i shook my head

jungkook then interrupts and yell on the phone "says the girl who kissed me and wanted to make out with me!" i hit jungkooks shoulder playfully as hoseok on the phone "omygod!! jimin and jin has to know about this bye!!"

"wait hoseok no-" before i could speak hoseok ends the call.

"what the fuck?" i said to him annoyed

"sorryyy princess" he gives me a peck on the cheek and points at his hard bulge

"i made you cum and i didn't get to cum" he pouts

"my precious pussy doesn't deserve a cock that goes in other pussies that we don't even know it clean. maybe stop fucking other girls and i'll let you, hm?" i cup his face as i answered softly

i then sat down on the couch to relax, closing my eyes, i couldn't stop thinking about what had happened today with jungkook.

After everything that happened, Jungkook broke the silence with a smirk, his usual confidence returning. "Let me take you home," he offered, tilting his head towards the door. "You know, on my bike."

"Sure," I said, keeping my voice steady, though internally I was anything but calm.

As we walked out of his house and towards his bike, I could feel the unspoken tension between us, a silent reminder of the unresolved tension lingering in the air. Jungkook handed me a helmet, his fingers brushing lightly against mine. I couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered on me for a second longer than necessary before he turned his attention back to the bike.

"You sure you trust me on this thing?" he teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he adjusted his helmet.

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile crept onto my face despite myself. "Just don't kill me, Jeon," I said, slipping the helmet on.

Jungkook chuckled before straddling the bike. "Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, patting the seat behind him. "Hop on."

I hesitated for a second before sliding onto the seat behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. The moment my body pressed against his back, I could feel the firm muscles under his shirt, the warmth radiating from him. I mentally cursed myself for feeling flustered by something as simple as a bike ride, but there was no denying the electricity that sparked between us. The memory of his hands on me, his lips, kept flashing in my mind. God, what had happened to me?

As soon as the engine revved to life, the city streets blurred past us, and I tightened my grip on Jungkook. The wind whipped around us, the cool night air contrasting with the warmth of his body. My chest was pressed firmly against him, my heart pounding in my ears, and I couldn't help but bury my face into his back. Being this close to him, especially after everything that had just happened, made it hard to think straight.

The ride home was both exhilarating and maddening. Every second, I was hyper-aware of how close we were, the subtle movements of his body as he steered the bike, the way my arms tightened around him with every turn. I had never ridden on a motorcycle before, and the adrenaline only added to the charged atmosphere. As much as I hated to admit it, part of me didn't want the ride to end.

But all too soon, we pulled up in front of my house. Jungkook parked the bike, cutting the engine, and I reluctantly let go of him, sliding off the seat. My legs were a little unsteady, whether from the ride or the emotions swirling inside me, I wasn't sure. I pulled off the helmet, my fingers brushing through my hair as I handed it back to him.

As soon as Jungkook and I stepped through the front door, my mom, ever the gracious host, immediately beamed at Jungkook, practically pulling him inside with an invitation to stay for tea. I was trying to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable barrage of questions from her, but before I could even process that, I heard the familiar voice of my best friend, Hoseok, from the living room.

"Y/N! Guess what? I found—oh..." Hoseok's words trailed off when he saw Jungkook behind me, his eyes widening in surprise. His playful grin faltered for a second, replaced by curiosity as he glanced between the two of us. "Wait, what's going on here? You're bringing home the infamous Jeon Jungkook?"

I shot Hoseok a warning look, but he only raised his eyebrows, clearly amused. Of course, he would be staying over tonight. Hoseok was practically family at this point—my mom loved him, and he often stayed over when he was in town. I should have known he'd be here, lounging on the couch like he owned the place.

Before I could answer, my mom jumped in, leading Jungkook toward the living room, where she immediately started gushing over him. "Oh, it's so nice to meet one of Y/N's friends from school! She never brings anyone home. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Jungkook chuckled softly, giving my mom his signature charming smile. "Thank you, ma'am. It's nice to meet you too."

I could see my mom's eyes light up at his politeness, and I mentally groaned, knowing she was going to absolutely love him by the end of the night. Great, just what I needed—my mom falling for Jungkook's charm.

While my mom was busy fawning over him, I made my way over to Hoseok, who was sitting on the couch with an overly dramatic grin plastered on his face. The moment I sat down next to him, he leaned in, lowering his voice.

"So... you and Jungkook, huh?" Hoseok's tone was dripping with playful curiosity. "Did I just sense some serious tension there, or am I imagining things?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to act casual, though I could feel my cheeks warming up. "It's nothing. We're just working on a group project together."

Hoseok snorted, clearly unconvinced. "Yeah, sure. A group project. Is that what we're calling it now? What happened, huh? Did you two—" He paused, his eyes widening. "Wait, don't tell me you guys really kissed."

I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I glanced at Hoseok. I didn't need to say anything; the look on my face was enough to confirm his suspicions.

Hoseok gasped dramatically, his voice dropping even lower. "You did kiss! Oh my god, Y/N! I knew there was something going on between you two."

I nudged him with my elbow, whispering harshly, "Will you keep it down? My mom's right there."

Hoseok grinned, completely unbothered by my attempt to hush him. "How was it? Was it good? Was it like... you know, fireworks?"

I shot him a look. "Hoseok, seriously, now is not the time."

But Hoseok, being the relentless best friend he was, wasn't about to drop it. He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Come on, spill the tea. I've got to know. You can't just drop a bomb like that and expect me to stay quiet."

I sighed, knowing he wasn't going to let this go. "Fine," I muttered under my breath. "We kissed. "

Hoseok's grin widened. "And? How was it? You can't just say it happened and leave me hanging."

I glanced over at Jungkook, who was still talking with my mom, oblivious to the conversation Hoseok and I were having. "It was...something. he uhh you know?" i glanced down at my bottom area hinting him what had happened

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "OMYGOD! So, like... good or bad?"

I gave him a pointed look. "What do you think?"

Hoseok let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Wow. You and Jeon Jungkook. Who would've thought? The bad boy and the good girl. This is like some kind of drama."

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Please, don't make this a thing."

"Oh, it's already a thing, Y/N," Hoseok teased, nudging me with his shoulder. "You're in deep now."

I glared at him, though I couldn't help but smile a little. "You're impossible."

Hoseok just laughed, but before he could say anything else, Jungkook walked over, finally free from my mom's grasp. He glanced at me and Hoseok, a curious look in his eyes, but didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze briefly meeting mine before flicking away.

"You guys talking about something interesting?" Jungkook asked, his voice casual, but there was a hint of playfulness there.

Hoseok, of course, jumped on the opportunity. "Oh, nothing much. Just talking about how Y/N never brings anyone home. Guess you must be special, Jungkook."

I shot Hoseok a look, silently telling him to shut up, but he just grinned back at me, enjoying every second of this.

Jungkook smirked, his eyes locking with mine for a moment. "Yeah, I guess I am," he said, his tone teasing.

I rolled my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my face again. "Hobi, don't you have something else to do?"

Hoseok shrugged, standing up from the couch with a stretch. "Nah, I think I've caused enough trouble for one night. I'll leave you two to... whatever it is you're doing."

I watched as he sauntered off, but not before giving me a wink. I let out a breath, mentally preparing myself for the inevitable interrogation that would come from him later. But for now, I turned my attention back to Jungkook, who was still watching me with that same playful glint in his eyes.

"So," Jungkook said, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "You really couldn't stop talking about me, huh?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms defensively. "Don't get cocky, Jeon."

But he just grinned, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. "Too late."

#rispwr #jungkook ff #bts #jungkook #bts x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff

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doublegrinch · 1 year ago

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No need to respond to this or post it at the fuck all (if you're not inclined), I just didn't want to be a weirdo and DM you out of the blue -

Your ace reaction was "biblically accurate hello kitty!" Which I didn't even notice because my healthcare worker ace brain reaction wasn't "wow nice tits!", I noticed that after with sapphic brain, it was

"I really hope their right boob is alright since they don't have their piercing in! Unless it's a stylistic choice, in which case, cute! Oh wait tits, right, wow yes beautiful breasts friend let me reblog that so more people get to see 💜🥰"

I don't know what that says about me 🤣🤣

Heya! It's okay, I've seen you around, I'm not weirded out by you asking haha. Most of my moots are people I'm fairly comfortable with them contacting me even if we haven't talked much ^^ And I think that says that you care about people's health and wellbeing first and foremost, and then their self-expression. And *then* tits. Which, honestly, based 😆

#I think I ran into you briefly at a con too #you had a nice sword

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aryasage · 2 years ago

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can i get a uhhhhhh "façades are beautiful–but what happens when they crack?" my god i am so curious

and maybe a "how to intimidate a showmaker 101" if it isn't too bothersome, i would like to know how to intimidate a showmaker too

those titles are certified bangers

btw, big fan of your (and livikattt's, but apparently you're the same entity™) works!!!

façades are beautiful–but what happens when they crack?

heh. for this one, we're going to have to go a while back—to before the first ppau fic was even published. i'm honestly curious how many ppau readers even saw ssash—and looking back on it now, it's certainly not my best work (and wow past tense looks weird) but i do still like some of the lines i got in there. anyway, at the end of ssash, i promised that some mikyx angst would be coming soon. then, by hcihelyd, it had been indefinitely shelved. what happened to it?

well, the most obvious answer is loss of motivation. that's the reason for almost all of my wips staying wips, after all. and it's certainly applicable here, but the more important thing that happened is, well…ppau happened.

i've mentioned before how "pure canon" in rpf can get messy very quickly if you're not careful, and this definitely got messy. i'm not going to go into the specifics of why, but let's just say there was a lot of projection going on, whether intentional or not. it wasn't an au, not really, and i'm not really comfortable writing that, especially not with where it was heading. i didn't really have a plot, either. the only thing resembling a plot was just…well. watching xl get reverse swept to get knocked from worlds contention was incredibly depressing, not to mention the loser's interview miky gave after. but eventually i found a different team to write angst about after their loss, and i'm much more proud of that fic :)

so this is never going to get finished, let alone published, but you can have a bit that didn't age too poorly~

“Hey, at least we’re not Vitality,” he joked halfheartedly, resulting in a small and hollow laugh from his teammates. The tension was palpable, the heat of the summer air only a small factor of the thickness that permeated the room. No one wanted to be the first to speak up about their complete and utter failure.

how to intimidate a showmaker 101

in a complete tone shift, this one is complete crack. that is, until it switches povs, but i was too lazy to write more than a few paragraphs of that part seeing as i knew i was never going to be able to publish the full thing (thank you for that, lolrpf! i love having to censor everything i write just so it won't be interpreted as shipping), and i also didn't really have a set ending. i had written pretty much everything i planned out~

i do still love it, though. maybe i could change the sensitive part at some point so i can post it here or something. who knows. we'll see.

anyway, as for the actual plot…well. if you read wtua (and if you didn't what are you doing, it's right here), then you might have noticed showmaker mentioning viper putting a knife to his throat the last time scout made him ask viper for help. it's also brought up in dfwydk how showmaker teleported straight to his location and, again, got a blade to his throat. there are also a couple more references in unpublished (for now) things. these are all referring to this…incident.

before showmaker drags scout to jiejie in order to save his life, scout mentions the person who is still talking to him. viper. unfortunately, before he can contact viper himself, he has a sliiight sleep paralysis episode. enter showmaker, who is Definitely Not Concerned At All For Scout's Wellbeing, and who is also being ghosted by scout. as we see in wtua, showmaker's teleportation is…very handy.

here's the most important bit. or, well, the part that i had the most fun writing~

“I asked you a question,” Viper says, stalking towards Showmaker, and gods, speaking of that poison, Showmaker can’t help but recoil at the pain that blossoms in his mind with every word that Viper speaks. He’s all too aware of the gun still trained on his head, but his words are stuck in his throat as he tries to answer Viper.

Viper suddenly moves too quickly for Showmaker to react, and now, as well as a gun digging into his back, there’s a blade at his throat. “I won’t ask it again, Heosu.” The shadows all around the room press in, and though Showmaker knows they’re intangible, he can’t help but feel horribly claustrophobic.

Finally, Showmaker manages to conjure up his magic, frantically throwing out an explanation as quickly as he can. “It’s about Scout!”

Viper’s blade only digs deeper, and Showmaker can feel blood welling up. “What did you do to him?” Viper snarls. It takes all of Showmaker’s willpower not to thrash against the pain from the poison of Viper’s voice and slice his own throat open in the process.

“Nothing, I swear! He needs your help! He said you’d understand,” Showmaker pleads.

“Since when do you care about helping Scout?” Viper spits out. “Last I heard you two weren’t the best of friends.”

it's incredibly self-indulgent, as you can tell, but protective viper is just too much fun. i regret nothing.

we are not the same! but we are two halves of a whole :)

twin shadows, if you will~

but thank you! glad you enjoy them as much as we do, and hope you enjoyed this little sneak peek~

#ppau #ppau writing #ppau snippets #ppau showmaker #ppau scout #ppau viper #ppau wtua #ppau dfwydk

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areislol · 3 years ago

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♡ chapter 1: welcoming

note: words that look like this means that they're saying it in their mind. note: words that look like - this - are whispers. GENSHIN HAREM REINCARNATION R-19 GAME

It's warm.. really warm, why is it warm? i cant remember.. ah! it's so bright.. huh? i can't open my eyes? what's happening? "gosh.. it's so damn bright! ugh.." i tried to open my eyes but failed - what was happening? - "Oh wow.. where am i? and what am i feeling? am i on a bed?" No, why am i caring about that right now? Where am i first.. I tried to open my eyes but failed, but after a few failed attempts to open my eyes i finally did it! but before i could see anything the bright light hit my face! that stupid sun. I needed to hide my face before i was blinded by the lights, i used both of my hands to search for something i could cover my face with, then i came across something soft. I quickly hid my face into whatever i got- it was soft! - was it a pillow? i slowly opened my eyes, scared i was going to get blinded by the lights and yep, i was correct it was a pillow! but.. one that was familiar, even though i've never felt it until now nor bought it. Where have i seen that before? ugh my head hurts.. Before i could comprehend anything else i was cut off by a voice. "Princess!! You're awake!! Oh thank the archons! I'll call the head mistress right away miss!" i froze. - did she just call me.. princess? - "princess..? what princess?", I slowly rose up to see where i was at. As soon as i looked at my surrounding, my eyes glistened in amazement! the place was huge! there were long tables filled with books and quills, large round red lanterns that had a warm aura, and the bed.. the bed was so soft! white sheets that felt like feather, the pillows had a flower print on it - it felt like it was embroidered. Then i looked down, my clothing! they dont feel.. like what i had on last time? - wait what? last time, what was i wearing last time? how come i can't remember? - before i could even think or say anything else i heard multiple shoes clacking on the floor, as i listened in i realized that those sounds are coming closer and closer towards the room i was in! what the hell was going on? "Oh archons!! It's true! Princess Illuminea has woken up, call King Arthur and Queen Eleanor!!" - who's princess Illuminea? - "Right away miss!" Before i knew it the older lady ran to my side, she put her finger on my chin and lifted it up, turning my chin right and left, i suppose she checking if i was hurt or not. "Princess!! Are you in pain? Dont worry, your mother and father will be here soon". My eyes stared into hers, her eyes were practically staring into my soul. She looked so concern about my wellbeing.. i was worried. was this a dream? why am i being called Princess Illuminea? my name is not Illuminea! it's y/n!! After a few seconds of me and this "head mistress" staring at each other, i heard the door open - then followed a couple of gasps and cries. I turned my head to the direction of the noise and that's when i saw 2 people running towards me, i let out a yelp when one of them ran to my side and started to cry, burying her head in my lap. Who were they even? "Oh Illuminea!! Oh how we missed u.. - sniffs- me and your father was worried, we thought that you were going to never wake up... ever". I was stunned, I was Illuminea? That name was so familiar, why? i feel like i've heard that name before. But my stupid brain wont work!! Ugh come on... please! "Please tell me my dear!! Why'd you jump into the lake?! Are you crazy?! Do you want to leave mother and father?.." i looked at the woman in disbelief - what? i jumped into a lake? who would do that.. - either way, i was disturbed. First, i woke up in a random place, then the "head mistress" looked at me really concerned and her eyes scared me, then 2 people who are my so called "mother and father" are crying and sobbing and saying weird stuff!! "Uhm.. excuse me mother and father but uh, who are you exactly?" i asked while looking at my "mother" then looking up to see my "father" - i saw both of their weeping face come to an end. Their eyes looked into mine but this time with horror, my eyebrows twitched while i looked at my "mother" who was now sobbing even more furiously.

My "father" looked at me but this time it was with horror, his eyebrows furrowed and more tears started to appear. What on earth was happening?

tba: next week or in a few weeks! / this is kinda my first time writing a series, so pls criticize me!

#genshin impact x reader #royal au #royalty au #genshin impact harem

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willowedwisteria · 3 years ago

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i know that i should be saying this to pink but after what shes been through i ought to give her some space since shes got a busy life but like-

so i decided to uh look for her source of inspo which is you-

can we talk about the many achievements she did during her time in tumblr like how she singlehandedly manage to revive the cookie run fandom with her SACRK AU

how she manage to get popular writers look at her genshin works on her previous account

how she made fanart and submitted them to you despite her artstyle not being on the anime side which the hate anons like to shit on

how her quotev story breaks the norms of the genshin quotev cliche stories by getting your villain darling au to quotev cause she wasnt comfortable writing a long story on tumblr

and dont forget her latest work of having her only pokemon post at the top of the pokemon x reader page that one time

and of course her biggest achievement...

her sending you the ask that birthed the villain au when she was an anon.

like i said, i know i should be saying this to pink, but given her posts about how she was not going to write anymore HERE due to feeling like a 9-5 worker and the hate anons shes been having months and even on her previous blogs, i was surprised that despite all that, she still hadnt given up on writing completely. and i thought, wow, wisteria mustve have motivated pink that much despite being younger than her.

but this also should be a lesson to everyone else >:(((

you shouldnt treat writers like they're just workers in a retail shop! they're writers that have a passion on making imaginations come true! not only that, they have lives outside of tumblr.

if they say they're going to delay/go on a hiatus/etc, be understanding! dont demand for more content when they got 100+ asks in their inbox! dont rush them when some of them have school and college to deal with!

thank you for coming to my ted talk and im sorry for clogging your inbox

-long time lurker anon am sorry

Oh my gosh, I genuinely cried reading this.

@byulla-ponk <3

I have a few things I wanted to say about each paragraph.

1. I'm glad you're thinking about her space and probably the ridiculous amounts of asks that are in her inbox. I'm grateful to people like you and I'm sure there are many out there who feel the same way.

2. I'm very happy and even proud of Byu-byu's (Pink's) achievements. She was very aware of what she was writing, she knew when to stop the moment CRK started getting involved with NFTs. Reviving the CRK fandom in Tumblr isn't an easy task and I'm so happy about her getting the attention she deserves.

3. Normally, as a writer myself, I don't actually read much. The fact that other writers actually read Pink's works is an amazing feat on its own, not to mention that I wouldn't be surprised if someone mentioned that they were inspired by Pink.

4. I was always happy to receive fanart and I personally have no right to judge someone's art style because I don't draw myself and I have no idea how to. Plus, every artist has their own style. Even if it isn't too appealing to the eye, everyone can still appreciate art.

5. I was definitely surprised to find out that someone went all the way to quotev and STILL CREDITED AND MENTIONED THAT THEY WERE INSPIRED BY ME. It wouldn't a shocker to me if anyone just took my ideas without crediting me at all, especially on another website.

6. Having your works at the top of a page is certainly remarkable. I know this might sound weird coming from someone who is younger than Pink, but I knew she had potential and, with practice, she could be an amazing writer.

7. Her biggest achievement, her sending me the ask that lead to the creation of what's now the most, if not, one of the most popular AUs in the SAGAU genshin plot hole. It might have been ultimately a misinterpretation on my side, but it was a blessing in disguise.

8. I understand and I'm extremely grateful for Pink's sake that there are anons and fans out there caring for her wellbeing. According to Pink, she's currently focusing on real-life things. I was surprised about her not giving up, but I would totally understand if she decided to go on a hiatus due to the unreasonable hate being thrown at her.

As a fellow writer and Pink's inspiration, I feel like I should look out for her and understand the pressure she might be going through. My encouragement can't compare to how resilient she has been facing against hate anons.

MASSIVE NOTE: If I give you motivation, that doesn't sum up to a reason why you shouldn't quit doing a specific action if you genuinely are tired of it or you just don't like it. Just because I might be your main source of joy and inspiration, that does not mean you shouldn't quit writing when I offer you encouragement IF WRITING IS TAKING A TOLL ON YOUR MENTAL HEALTH, WELL BEING, AND ENERGY.

In my humble opinion, treat writers as human. Some writers will always have this feeling that they should always write out whatever someone had requested to them. Please be considerate about what kind of updates they've been giving, their rules and regulations, your attitude towards the writers, and their mental health.

Thank you anon for sending this ask to me.

-Wisteria

#Wisteriachats

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milkacchan · 5 years ago

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Request for anon: Bakugou and the reader are best friends --that he refuses to admit he's in love with-- but when it comes to other dudes, he acts like their guard dog. He overhears some jerks laughing about it calling the reader names and saying he could have anyone else in his class and goes off. The reader catches him fighting and stops it wondering what got into him but he refuses to tell them

2 things before we start

1. I'm gonna start doing tagging, so comment if you want to be tagged on the next posts. Starting out with 10 tags.

2. I listened to the song home by Catie Turner while I was writing this bc I wanted to be in my feels. So put that song on repeat while you read it.

Bakugou Katsuki honestly had no intentions of falling in love. He didn't have intentions of being friends with anyone really. Obviously Kirishima changed that- with the Bakusquad. But with you he fell deeper than he meant to with friends.

But Bakugou Katsuki was in deep. He was in so deep. And he fucking hated it but he wouldn't change it for the damn world.

Bakugou Katsuki, could not see himself with anyone but you. He's in full denial about it, of course. He could have any girl in the class, school even. Girls doted on him. His first year not so much, but after valentines day during his second year, he noticed (you did too) that women flocked to him. Some of them were cute, he'd admit, but if he tried to picture himself with any of them he felt weird. Sick almost. He figured it was just because he didnt know them- or he didnt want a relationship at the moment. But then came the fatal mistake.

You'd made him lunch, his favorite to be exact. You made him snacks every once in a while but this was new. You gave it to him, telling him it was extra from your lunch and walked away. He smiled to himself at the thought of making lunch for him, because you wanted to, not because it was extra- and that's when it happened. He thought of himself with you. This time he didnt feel weird, he didn't feel sick, he felt content, happy.

He ate his lunch that day in silence, away from the rest of his friends, hidden in the 1-A classroom. Aizawa didn't question it.

He tells his mom and his mom only. He'd be damned if shitty hair found out. He'd be even more damned if Mina or Kaminari found out because the two couldn't keep their mouths shut for the life of them.

"Katsuki you have a crush."

"Great, how do I get rid of it?"

"You don't? Katsuki have you never had a crush before?"

"Absolutely not."

"Wow, i just assumed you'd kept them from me and your father like every other teen."

"No I just don't have feelings, hag."

For the next half hour, he and his mother discuss what he could do. If he would do anything.

"Does she like you back?"

"How the fuck would I know?"

"Has she done anything out of the ordinary?"

"I mean she made lunch for me yesterday."

"Wow shes literally in love with you."

"Shut UP."

"Katsu, why dont you try making a move? They flirting?"

"Because she doesn't like me and I don't feel like dealing with rejection."

His mother sighed.

He went to school the next day, unsure of how to proceed when he spoke to you. How would it go down in the dorms? Theoretically he could just deny any attraction to you and be on his way- but he didnt want to loose you. He didn't want you out of his life, he knew that much. So he settled for just treating you as he always had.

However, when it came to other boys- he was on top of it. Just because he woukdnt make a move on you, didnt mean he'd let the greasy boys that flocked you. You deserved better than them. You knew it too. You were quietly thankful for his protection against unwanted attention from the boys.

He could pick up your signs of gratitude and he had no intention to stop. Especially when he heard guys talking, about you specifically.

Just listening to the words that oozed put of his mouth about you pissed him off.

"I could have any girl in the school." The boy scoffed. "Especially her- god I bet she's really fucking easy. She's never had a boyfriend and based on her personality it wouldn't be hard to hit it and leave-"

Katsuki had never swung on someone so quick in his life. His body acted before he could even think. Asshole boy stumbled back a little before lunging for Katsuki, grabbing his shirt and throwing his bodyweight on him to push him back. However- it wasn't really a match for him. A kid from the business class against Katsuki bakugou- part of the great three? No.

He refrained from using his quirk, knowing this- you'd rubbed off on him more than he cared to admit. But that didn't stop his fist from coming down on his face.

"Don't you DARE talk about her like that- she's not a fuckin object for your enjoyment you asshole-" He growled, his fist making contact with his face again.

"Katsu!" A voice yelled before he was being pulled off. A gentle hand cupped his cheek and turned his head. You. He saw you- through the red there was you. "What are you doing?" You ask softly- bowing slightly in apology before dragging him off.

He didn't say anything as he was lead down the hallway. That guy deserved what happened. He deserved every second of it.

"Katsu? Katsu- are you listening?"

"Hm?"

"I was asking if you were okay. Your cheek is bruised." You stopped, gently touching his cheek.

You were always concerned with his wellbeing. How he was- before anything you made sure he was okay. Regardless of the circumstances- before he was scolded or cursed out, you made sure he was okay. Physically and mentally.

"'M fine." He mumbled, looking down. "M okay."

You nodded, leading him down the hallway once more- walking into the dorm. You grabbed something from the kitchen and then lead him to your room, having him sit on the bed.

"Katsu, what happened?" You mumbled, sitting next to him and pressing and ice pack (wrapped in a thin shirt) to his cheek. He struggled to not lean into it.

In all honesty, all he wanted to do what high you. He had this overwhelming feeling to hold you, bury his face in your neck and just stay there.

"Nothing. Just a brawl." He muttered, unmoving '

"A brawl? Really."

"Yeah. A brawl."

"Well something started 'your brawl'. You gonna tell me what it was?"

"I'm telling you it was nothing. Don't worry about it." He couldn't tell you- he didn't want you to feel weird or self concious. He knew how words from people affected you, even though you fought on and on to ignore them and keep them from affecting you. There was too much going on in your head to completely ignore them, even subconsciously.

"It is something though! Because you're hurt. That other guy, a douche bag I'm sure, is hurt."

"He deserved it."

"Why?"

"Why are you so concerned with it."

"Because you're hurt! I know it's not very hero like- but I couldnt care less about his injuries. You are my priority. And I walk into you in a beatdown-"

Katsuki pushed the ice pack away from his cheek. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. He wasn't expecting much after that- so when your hand came to play with his hair and the other holding his back, he felt like he was going to cry.

God he was so fucking in love with you. It made him want to scream- why would you ever want to he with him? Why were you doing this?

"I just want to make sure you're okay." She whispered.

"M okay. You don't have to worry about me."

"Doesn't mean I won't. I always worry about you Suki. I don't think that's going to stop." You continued threading your fingers through his hair.

"Then I'll be here, to remind your dumbass I'm okay."

"I know you will." You whispered. "Katsu, look at me." You mumbled- voice unsteady. He frowned and slowly lifted his head up. You were looking at him with such intensity in your eyes, he was unsure why.

You leanws forward, gently pressing your lips to his- ah that's why. He was surprised for a moment- stilling unmoving. You pulled away.

"Sorry- I guess that was uncalled-" he wouldnt let you finish, his lips were back on yours, pulling you close. You leaned into him, eye closed, guard down. Just you and him.

"I can't see myself with anyone but you." He grumbled, when he finally pulled away, lips inches apart. "I never have been able to."

"Good." You smiled softly. "I don't want you with anyone else."

@kirahhhh

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #omega bakugou #bhna smut #bakusquad x reader #bakusquad #bhna scenarios #bnha bakugou #bakugou Katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader

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little-bard · 5 years ago

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Songs That Remind Me of Jaskier

Okay so I did this one a bit differently and actually posted it as a fic on AO3. This one is smutty so that’s new for me I kept that on AO3 so this is just a portain of the story. If you want the smut click the link at the end :)

Jaskier wasn’t one to go buy potions which is why Geralt found it so odd when the bard requested to go to the potion seller’s stall in the market by himself. “I heard they have an amazing potion to help with creativity and also one to help with the horrible smell of a witcher who hasn’t bathed in 4 days. Go on ahead of me, maybe find a place for us to stay tonight and for you to take a bath.” Was all the man had said before walking off with a small disapproving “hmm” from Geralt. Though Geralt did listen to him. He couldn’t help but follow along with whatever Jaskier said recently he would have said it was just because he felt guilty for putting the bard through so much lately but he knew it had to be a deeper feeling. He chose to ignore that feeling until he knew what to do with it.

Jaskier walked up to the vendor slowly. “Um hello?” He smiled kindly at the small person before him.

The store vendor was an androgynous person with deep brown eyes and long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. “Hello, what can I do for you?” They spoke softly.

“Um actually... do you have anything for nightmares?” Jaskier asked nervously.

“Your own or someone else’s?”

“Someone else. My traveling companion, he keeps waking up in the middle of the night. He seems restless and is sweaty and has a face I can’t quite describe with an emotion I’ve never quite seen on him when he wakes up. It looks like fear but he’s not calling out random names or anything like normal. It looks like there’s something happening in the dream he’s not ready to confront. And the next day he always acts weird with me. One time last week he did call out my name. It sounded like he needed me and I just wanna help.”

“Oh wow... you seem really worried about your friend,” they said slightly teasingly as they searched through the vials they had. “Anything about your companion I should know about? Something that might mean I need to make the potion stronger?”

“Um... he’s a witcher” Jaskier whispered. He didn’t know why he whispered it wasn’t a secret he traveled with Geralt of Rivia, the white wolf, the Witcher, but he felt the need to make it somewhat of a secret. Almost as if he felt if anyone heard they would tell Geralt what he was doing.

“Oh wow. You're lucky, but I actually think I have the perfect thing.” They said as they pulled out two potions. “Here. You take the one with the blue label and give him the one with the green. Basically what’s going to happen is that you’ll get to enter his dream when you both go to sleep. Your body will be asleep but your consciousness will be in his dream. And to him, it’ll appear the same as the dream always does but you’ll be there too. If it’s a nightmare you’ll be able to help him overcome this fear. He’ll also be more conscious and aware then he normally is. He’ll have more control over his actions. The goal here is to turn this nightmare into a positive dream where the two of you overcome his fear. It’ll end in the morning when you both wake up whether you do what you came to do or not.” They smiled kindly. “Might make him appreciate you more in the way you wish he would as well as an added bonus.”

“How did you..? Anyway, how much do I owe you?” Jaskier asked a blush burning his cheeks.

“On the house” they smiled and cupped Jaskier’s hand in theirs as they handed him the potions. “Just write a lovely song about it”

“Oh thank you...” Jaskier bushed. “I certainly will!” They knew who he was and that made him nervous because they knew who Geralt was then too. But he trusted them oddly.

Jaskier made his way to the pub where he knew he would find Geralt. Mainly because it was the only place with an open room in the town for rent. As he walked in he placed the potions in his pocket. He smiled at Geralt who was sitting in the corner with an almost empty ale. “Hello Geralt, miss me?” He sat across from the brutally handsome man.

“Hmm,” Geralt said in a tone that would suggest he didn’t but Jaskier knew it really meant he did. He sipped the last of his ale.

“I missed you too. Actually, I missed you so much I’ll get you another ale on me before I play for this small crowd.” Jaskier tried to give his most calm and trustworthy smile. Geralt saw right through it.

“Fine but don’t you dare try to prank me again,” Geralt said, handing him the cup with a furrowed bushy black brow.

“One time! I only did that one time” Jaskier sassed back and let out a relieved sigh his true intentions weren’t noticed when he was away from the Witcher’s eyes. Honestly he never truly was away from the Witcher’s gaze but at least his back was to him. He ordered two ales and pulled the little potions out of his pocket along with some coins just Incase Geralt was watching him; it wouldn’t look too suspicious. He made casual conversation with the bartender about Geralt’s request to have special potions to help him stay strong put into his drinks. “Witcher’s am I right?” Jaskier added to his lies. He felt weird trying to cover up his obvious action of putting the potion in the drink. As well as one in his. The bartender believed him as he knew nothing about Witchers just like everyone else. Jaskier didn’t feel good hiding this from Geralt but he knew he would say no to help and he wasn’t even sure it would work. He tried to remove his nervousness from his face and have a calm smile, it was hard.

From behind Jaskier looked like he was just having a more than friendly conversation with the bartender which wasn’t new for him at all. Geralt tried to hide his jealousy as Jaskier turned around. He couldn’t do more than simply averted his gaze from the bard.

Jaskier placed the ales down very careful to give himself the right one. Geralt curiously drank his. “Does it taste any different?” Jaskier questioned softly. Nervously.

“No... why?” Geralt stared at him quizzically. “Do you think that bartender is trying to poison you? Or trying to weaken you in some way? Do you want me to speak to him?” Geralt almost stood up but a smaller hand on his stopped him.

“No Geralt” Jaskier laughed fondly. “No, I’m fine. I don’t think he’s doing anything. I just thought mine tasted a bit stale.” He smiled kindly at the witcher with his hand on his bigger one to calm him. Jaskier sipped his own ale quietly.

“Hmm.” Geralt sat back in his seat comfortably. Jaskier was happy the man cared for him, it was nice to have someone always ready to fight for your wellbeing. It was nice to be protected that’s why he was doing all this. He wanted to make Geralt feel protected like the white wolf made him feel.

After they both finished their ale Jaskier grabbed his lute to play some tunes for the folks in the bar. He put his heart into it just like every performance and Geralt watched him with his full attention just like he did every performance.

Jaskier made out fairly well. He made just enough to cover their room for the night. He was in the room before Geralt, as the witcher was probably checking on Roach before calling it a night. He made sure to give Geralt’s bed the extra pillow before he got ready to sleep.

By the time Geralt returned a little later Jaskier was already in bed asleep. It was never hard for the bard to sleep. Geralt stared a little too long at the breathtaking man in front of him peacefully asleep. “Get a hold of yourself” he mumbled as he shook his head. He sighed and decided it was best he follows suit and also heads to bed. He did take note of the extra pillow on his bed though. He smiled and rested his head on the pillow.

Jaskier only remembers falling asleep and now suddenly he was in a cozy candle lit room with a nice big bed with the softest sheets. This must be where Geralt’s dream takes place… interesting place for a nightmare. Jaskier looked around quickly for Geralt. He was laying on the bed in his normal black tunic and black leather pants. Jaskier looked down at himself. He was just in a loose white tunic and light blue pants. Nothing fancy but still very Jaskier. Something Geralt definitely dreamed up. Geralt slowly woke up and looked at Jaskier.

“Same dream as always I guess.” He sighs. “Same as always then Jaskier I guess I’ll wait for your song.” Geralt sat up and looked at Jaskier expectantly.

“Hmm, Geralt what do you mean?” Jaskier laughed kindly. He was trying to play into the dream to help Geralt get to the nightmare part... then he would tell the witcher what was happening.

“Jaskier you know? I have the same dream every night tho normally you’re sitting there already playing this song when I wake up and then ya know, the thing happens.” Geralt explained. “It’s weird come to think of it that you’re not already there reading your little book of lyrics and singing”

“Oh... um, I wanted to start this night off differently.” Jaskier made something up. He sat down on the chair that was across from the bed. There he saw his lute and his notebook beside him. He picked up his lute and opened the notebook. It showed only one song in it. A song he had seen before. It was a song in his actual notebook. A song from a dream he had once. It wasn’t exactly the same song but maybe this is how Geralt remembered it from the one time Jaskier ever sung it to him.

He started playing softly. He felt like I instantly knew how to do this new updated version.

“I got the feeling that you

Brought me to you

Yeah, you did, babe

Look what your mind's imagination can do

Makin' shit true, ooh

Yeah, you do, babe

So let me take away your pain, give me all of your emotions

Land it like a plane (I know planes didn’t exist in canon but it’s the song) on my back, if you can't hold it

Life is but a dream that you manifested slowly

So fuck a fantasy, this your motherfucking moment

Give me all of your emotions

Ah, it's your motherfucking moment

That you manifested slowly

Hey, ah, it's your motherfucking moment

Life is but a dream

Here we are inside of it and you're inside of me

Until you actually fall asleep

Finally you can add this moment to your memory

Ooh, ooh

Take away your pain, give me all of your emotions

Land it like a plane on my back, if you can't hold it

Life is but a dream that you manifested slowly

So fuck a fantasy, this your motherfucking moment

Give me all of your emotions

Ah, it's your motherfucking moment

That you manifested slowly

Hey, ah, it's your motherfucking moment”

Geralt watched Jaskier intently. Jaskier felt that Geralt’s version was a little more passionate then he remembered his being but it was still the emotional sirens call he had originally intended it to be. He felt a prominent blush on his cheeks from the thought that Geralt dreams of him singing such a romantic song every night. By the time he had finished singing he had almost forgotten the reason, he was there.

He looked up at Geralt expectantly. He was waiting for the setting to change to some fiery village with people screaming or something, it was a nightmare that was plaguing the Witcher right? Geralt was looking at him also inquisitively. “Why aren’t you coming over here?” He said with a deep chuckle that made Jaskier’s blush burn.

“Oh um... I was lost in my thought.” Jaskier said and got up and sat awkwardly next to Geralt on the bed.

“You’re acting so weird. Normally this dream goes much more smoothly until the end.” Geralt said softly.

‘Okay cool just gotta get to the end! Then I can help Geralt!’ Jaskier thought happily. ‘Maybe the dream is just weird until then! Not that I mind.’

His thoughts were interrupted by Geralt’s calloused hands on his cheeks. He turned his head toward him so blue eyes were staring into yellow. “Normally you’re already on top of me making a move but I guess I’ll have to first this time.” He mumbled mainly to himself softly before leaning in and kissing Jaskier deeply.

Jaskier felt his blush reach his ears at this point. At first, he was stiff and unmoving but he found himself leaning into the kiss rather than pulling away. His arms wrapped around Geralt’s neck and Geralt kept one hand on his cheek and wrapped his other arm around the bard's waist. I mean Jaskier was a human after all and this is all he’s wanted for years since he first laid eyes on Geralt. He wanted the Witcher to kiss him and stare at him lovingly. He wanted to feel the man's strong arms around him holding his body close. There’s no way he could pull away after finally receiving it.

When their lips slowly parted Jaskier came to finally. “Geralt... what are you doing?” He said breathlessly.

Geralt simply pushed Jaskier down on the bed and hovered over him. “Why are you acting so coy? That’s not like you at all my little lark.” He smiled kindly and lovingly at Jaskier, the slightly smaller man basically melted on the spot. Geralt leaned down and kissed and nibbled at Jaskier’s neck. Jaskier let out a small moan like hum. He could feel a smile on Geralt’s lips against his skin as the noise left him. Geralt kissed him once more, deeper and with more passion. After a few seconds, he felt the Witcher’s tongue asking for entrance at his lips. He gladly opened his lips more and tangled his tongue with his. Geralt easily flipped them over so he was on the bottom with Jaskier straddling on top of him. He ran his hands down Jaskier’s back and rested them on his ass with a strong squeeze. The bard let out a surprised moan into their kiss.

Jaskier’s hands rested on Geralt’s chest and he felt a deep blush covering his whole body. He normally wasn’t as shy or embarrassed but it was so different with Geralt. He had dreamed of this moment for so long but he never thought it would happen. Geralt broke from the kiss to bite at Jaskier’s neck and jaw. He would bite roughly and then leave a small kiss or lick on the mark. Jaskier was turning into a moaning mess more so with each bite. He had always had a weak spot on his neck, and he knew that Geralt’s small fangs would have felt nice there but not exactly how nice. He started to grind against the man under him. He felt himself and Geralt get excited as he rubbed against his body harder longing for friction. “Geralt is that some super thick and long monster-hunting stick in your pants or are you and your monster of a Dick excited to see me?” Jaskier managed to giggle out as Geralt let out a soft moan.

“Normally you already have it out by now” Geralt snarked back. He went to pull Jaskier into another kiss but he pulled away. That ‘normally’ snapped Jaskier back to reality. This wasn’t really happening. Well, it was but... to Geralt, this was still a dream. He felt this pang of guilt. He didn’t wanna take advantage of the situation. He moved off of Geralt much to the Witcher’s dismay. “Jaskier? What’s wrong?”

“Geralt... this isn’t a dream,” Jaskier said softly and looked down. His voice shook with nervousness and guilt as he continued. “Well it is a dream... but I’m the real Jaskier. I don’t want you to do this thinking it’s a dream but I’ll remember it.”

Geralt looked at him confused and sat up. “Explain.” He said simply. He wasn’t asking, he was demanding.

“Well... I just know these past weeks you’ve been having nightmares. You wake up in the middle of the night all sweaty and seem restless. I went to the potion seller and got a potion where I could enter your dream and help you face your nightmare. You always make me feel so protected and I want to protect you too. I’m sorry I almost let this get too far without telling you, it’s just I’ve wanted to do this with you for a while honestly” Jaskier felt himself letting everything out, all his emotions. He knew he was blushing and looked a mess but he kept going. “I know that nightmares and dreams aren’t always straight forward so I know you probably don’t actually want these actions. I just wanted to let you know so you didn’t have to do them with me. And we can just wait here for the scary part to start and I’ll help you as much as I can. And if you don’t wanna see me after I’ll leave you alone.” Jaskier said sadly, still ignoring Geralt’s gaze.

“Jaskier..” Geralt spoke softly and held Jaskier’s chin in his fingers making the bard look at him once more. “What you were trying to do was very sweet. I know you didn’t know this would happen. Actually, the nightmare part of these dreams is... we make love and I wake up in the morning and you’re gone. I’m scared if I’m open about my feelings for you I’ll lose my best friend.” This is the most open Geralt had been with Jaskier for weeks or maybe ever. Jaskier had tears in his eyes. “Don’t cry! I’m sorry. And you don’t need to feel guilty at all for the potion, I’m glad I have someone like you to protect me Jaskier. And I only know one set of potions that do this kind of thing, so just know I’m also aware and conscious and I didn’t do anything I didn’t truly want to.” Geralt felt himself ramble which was rare for the Witcher.

Jaskier hugged Geralt tightly to make him quiet. “I love you so much Geralt Of Rivia. I would never leave you, especially after you were open about your feelings.” He said passionately into Geralt’s neck.

“I love you too my little lark.” Geralt hugged Jaskier back tightly.

Jaskier pulled away and though he was blushing Geralt would recognize that impish smile anywhere. “I mean I did come here to help you overcome your fear and I think to get to that part we have to do that other part too. Or ya know maybe we’ll get stuck in your dream forever.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works.” Geralt smirked back.

“No, it definitely is. I'm the one who bought the potion I would know,” Jaskier said straddling Geralt’s lap once more.

“I mean I don’t leave things unfinished once I start them.” Geralt grinned kissing Jaskier again. Jaskier leaned into the kiss happily and pushed him down on the bed.

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