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jinuaei · 4 months

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Dare

I saw a vid on twitter where the dude came while tattooing his own dick. Couldn't get out of my mind so now I have to write it about Leon because he's my muse. RE2r Leon in my mind but with a lil bit RE4r body. NO OUTBREAK HERE.

I also don't have any experience in tattoos in general so pardon me for getting stuff wrong.

Update: Put the vid in question, unsafe twitter link underneath the fic

Warning: NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Multiple orgasms(Leon), tattooing, needles, dacryphilia, UNSAFE LINK BELOW

Word count: 2.2k

Leon S. Kennedy x Tattoo artist! Reader

This was a bad idea.

Leon feels stupid standing outside the studio, he can't believe he's actually going to do a stupid dare that Chris forced him to do. He's going to get his dick tattooed. Thankfully, Chris was gracious enough to give him the freedom to choose his own tattoo.

I'll just get a small one and go.

But once he steps in and is greeted by the tattoo artist, he realizes that maybe he might get a bigger one after all.

You stood there with a smile, the tattoos on your body proudly shown to the world-- and holy fuck it was hot. He stammers a hello and nervously looks around, feeling awkward being in a place that he clearly doesn't belong in. There were a few people inside, 2 customers and another tattooist doing work on one of them, and of course there was you.

Chuckling at him, you guide this bumbling blond to your chair, showing him a catalogue of the designs that you do. He was overwhelmed with the choices so ultimately he just looked at you with his big blue eyes.

"Uh.. could...could you choose one for me? Something that you think would look good on me..."

...

I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO CHOOSE ONE FOR YOURSELF???

He mentally punched the air when your relaxed eyes clashes with his wide ones, berating himself for probably annoying you with his indecision.

I-I mean, I don't really know much about tattoos so it would be a good idea to ask them right? I-it's not because I think they're gorgeous and want their approval or something right?? Yeah..

Expecting irritation crossing your face, he braced himself to get screamed at but instead he was met with giddiness. He relaxes under your eyes, finally keeping his nervousness under control.

"I'd love that! I was meaning to do a design I came up with recently, so if you don't mind I can do that to you?"

He nods eagerly, like a happy puppy getting asked to go on a walk.

"Great! Where do you want to get tattooed so I can modify it based on the area."

Leon's blood runs cold as the nerves came back ten fold. He forgot that he was going to get a tattoo, on his dick.

"...my dick." He tries to tell you but it only comes out as a whisper.

"Pardon?"

"My dick...!"

"Sorry could you repeat tha-"

"My dick!!! I'm gonna get my dick tattooed...!" He finally shouts, panting, exasperated.

The studio is quiet except for the buzzing of the machines, everyone's eyes was on him. He feels his face flush and tried to hide himself, scrunching into a ball, or close to it at least without looking like a pathetic baby in front of you. But being the angel that you are, only laughed and waved those staring at him as if to say 'this is normal'. Your assistant also laughed but directed the costumers attention to himself, explaining how newbies get nervous like that.

The blond unfurls himself, looking at you with sad eyes. You pat his head and he won't lie to himself that he didn't enjoy that.

"Don't worry dude, we don't judge here. Luckily for you, I have experience in that regard, but you don't look like you have any. Fresh meat?"

"Yeah... This is my first time."

"Bold of you to choose a sensitive part of your body. Really brave bud."

A smile creeps onto his face, delighted at being complimented by you. Yet his mind wanders back to your words earlier, you tattooed other peoples dick before? Internally shaking his head, he then asks when they'll start, which you promptly answered with a right now if you're ready, in which he agreed excited to get done by you... The tattoo he means.

You lead him to a different part of the studio, a more private area to be exact, its smaller with only one chair for the client. Due to him being too excitable he forgot how embarrassing it would be for people to see his dick in general. But if it's you... Of course it's fine! You're tattooing him after all, this is professional work, be professional Leon.

He sits on the chair after you instructed him to, you then proceed to tell him to strip his pants and underwear and roll up his shirt. Before he did that though he had to ask something important.

"Does it matter if I'm hard or not...?"

"Nah, it'll still look the same whether it's flaccid or erected."

Nodding shyly he starts to strip off slowly, almost teasing, which embarrasses him further since he imagines himself looking like he's giving you a strip dance. You wait there patiently, head lowered, arms crossed, eyes switching between his pants to his own. Eventually he lowers his pants and underwear to his ankles, shirt blocking his dick, but when he raises his shirt your eyebrows raise when you see how hard he is. Red angry tip, twitching under your scrutiny.

"Do you like it...?"

"Hm. You're bigger than I expected. Great abs too."

That made him more confident, puffing his chest out in response. He laid down on the chair, readying himself with what's going to happen. On the side he can see you prepare a piece of paper with your design on it. Staring at you, he admires the tattoos that litter your whole body, your arms filled with dark ink, one half filled with intricate details of crosses and angels, he can also see some weird sigils, rings with what looks like Latin on it and stars. He can only assume that underneath your clothes there are more than what he is allowed to see.

The young mans imagination is cut of with a jerk of his hips, startled he looks at you wide eyed and scared. He tried to apologize profusely but you only shook your head and explained that you needed to put the stencil on his dick. Luckily he survived the stenciling as it was done faster than he expected, he can't say the same for the actual tattooing part though.

You we're thankfully very patient with him, caressing his thigh before starting, which his body reacted with a jerk that he somewhat kept to a minimum.

The first thing he noticed was the loud buzzing of the machine, the next is the vibration, finally-- the pain. It was bearable, but that was not the horrific part of this situation, no, it was the fact that he was enjoying the constant stabbing, combined with the vibrations it felt so good on his cock. Leon wouldn't say that he's a masochist, but damnit whatever the fuck is happening turns him on so fucking much.

Shaky breaths start to come out of his mouth, it was getting harder to breathe with the constant stimulation and if he focus hard enough he could actually feel your breath on his thigh. God you were so close to his dick.

"O-oh! Oh God...huff... shit. I like it, why the fuck do I like it???" He mumbles to himself, biting his cheek to suppress the moans that's bubbling up from his throat.

He tries so hard to focus on something else, the paperwork left on the station-- the vibrations... Chris' smug face when he told him the dare-- feels so good..! His best friend at home, his good ol' dog-- FUCK!!!

"STOP!! Stop...! Fuck. Ah...sorry, it's just hahh... Feels too good."

He pants harshly, fingers holding on the smooth leather for dear life. He feels humiliated under your stare, tears starting to prick at his eyes, making it hard to decipher the expression on your face but he can feel the heat in your eyes.

Your eyes hungrily take in his body, appreciating his muscles as well as his pudge in certain areas. With such a sensitive man in front of you, you get to see all of his reactions. The way his eyes are tightly closed, eyebrows furrowed, his lashes accentuated by the heavy blush spreading from his face. Every flinch causes his body to flex and it is truly a sight for sore eyes.

However, since this is a professional setting, you as the professional doing your job, and him, the client just getting a tattoo on his weeping cock. The same cock that you have to wipe over and over as it drips pre-cum over your work. You tried your best to hold back, managing to stop yourself from ravaging this delectable hunk in front of you. But it was soooo hard to do so.

God... What a cute little thing he is. Makes me want to eat him up.

You tried to wait patiently for him to calm down, you waited 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes for it to stop twitching but it just wouldn't. stop. dripping. Ultimately you gave him a choice, either you stop here and work on it another time or you keep going regardless of how currently sensitive he his.

A whimper came out of his mouth when he sensed you getting more and more impatient with him. Wanting to please you he chose the 2nd option. The faster he's done the better right?

"If you're gonna cum, tell me."

"Wha- Hngggh...!"

The needles start up again and Leon really held himself back, gripping on the leather beneath his fingers. It worked for a moment but the sensation proves too much when his body jerks forward from a particularly more painful-- but delicious, jab of the needle. His hips was then forced down by your hand slamming itself on his pelvis. Your touch almost made him fall off the edge of the cliff but at that exact moment he had a brilliant idea to stop himself from cumming on the spot.

"Hahh...hng! Fuck!! I'm gonna cum! Pleasepleaseplease...!"

And then immediately proceeding to cum all over his chest and your hand that is still pining him down. Even then you were not strong enough to fully hold him down, his hips almost flying from the chair. Tears stream down his face, a mix of humiliation and pleasure dripping to the leather below. As he calms down from his high, he hears shuffling before suddenly, a weight plops down onto his lap. You didn't even warn him before starting again.

"Wait...! I'm still hnggg... I'm still sensitive!" Not knowing if you heard him or not, he tries again but is cut off with a moan.

"Don't move too much because I'm not stopping until it's done."

You're gonna be the death of him.

Finally after so so so so long you were done with his tattoo. Leon is spent, lying there chest covered with his fluids, t-shirt soaked with a mix of tears, drool, and probably semen. He was still twitching, eyes rolled back, overstimulated to hell and back. He doesn't know how much he came, thrice? Four times? Maybe even more than that but God was it amazing. Nothing could prepare him from the tenderness that you exude as you wipe the tears from his cheeks. You leaned in, face hovering over his as you look him in the eye, cooing at how much of a good boy he is for handling everything so well.

"Thank you... hahh hah..."

You hopped off his lap and went to get a mirror for him. He feels a little loopy with the dopamine rushing through his brain but that didn't stop him from thanking you. Blinking sluggishly, his eyes look at the mirror, showing his cock being held by you. Focusing on the design he can tell how much love you put on it.

It starts from just below the head, the whole thing wrapping around his whole dick. It was something akin to an insect, maybe a scorpion with 4 sharp legs, the head of the creature sprouting tentacles. The tail of it was long, twisting around until it stops, the sharpened end on the base, close to his balls. It was honestly really good, the shading makes it look realistic, almost like it will jump at him and bury itself into his skin. He's kind of sad that it's not similar to any of your tattoos. Still, he's happy to have been marked by you.

"Did you bring extra clothes?"

"What?"

"You can't walk around the streets with a cum stained shirt, and you need to wear looser pants so it won't irritate tattoo."

Chris you better fucking pick up.

I should've called Luis instead.

Chris brought him clothes, probably from his own closet and Leon knew when Chris arrived because he could hear his boisterous laughter right outside the private room. SHIT! If I could hear him, people definitely heard me earlier.

After dressing up and doing the walk of shame towards the main studio, he sees Chris and your assistant laughing their guts out. Yeah they definitely heard me, and he's probably telling Chris everything.

You went over to them and smacked the tanned guy upside the head, introducing him as Carlos. Leon strains a smile, regardless of how much he wants to curl up into a ball and die. But Carlos reassures him that it actually happens and how he also cummed from you tattooing his dick, although he was not as loud as him. After that he was informed how to do aftercare for the tattoo and both him and Chris were off to go home.

Sitting on the passengers seat, Leon tuned out Chris' teasing and how 'I can't believe you actually did it!' and 'Imagine cumming while getting a tattoo LMAO'. On his hand is a piece of paper, written inside is your number and a note that read; 'See you when it heals ;)'.

Hey, maybe it wasn't a bad idea after all.

The vid in question:

https://twitter.com/miauaoo/status/1740150245672321112?fbclid=IwAR17lRhs4MBgodCPaPNCDPLYxKSiTYr5xonOdN2QpnHtEZjODEXAN-6TuYs

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #sub leon kennedy #sub leon kennedy x reader #resident evil

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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It's Me, I'm The April fool

Funny Story Universe

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Mitchell!Reader, Platonic!Bradley Bradshaw x female!reader

TW:mentions of pregnancy, brief mention of breeding kink I think thats it

Summary: Bradley really needs to learn to mind his own business.

Word Count:2.1k

"Well, fuck."

You and Jake stare down at the two pink lines in disbelief, thoughts coming and going at warp speed. Jake is borderline buzzing with happiness and excitement but waits to see your reaction before showing it.

He looks at the side of your face, trying to get a read on what you're feeling. Truth be told, you aren't sure. There's a mixture of glee and excitement, you know that much. You love Jake more than anything, and the idea of having a mini Seresin running around causes your heart to swell with love.

Overpowering all of that though, at the very forefront of your mind flashing in giant neon letters, is fear. Not fear of becoming a mother or of Jake running for the hills never to be seen again, but fear of your dad.

He specifically told you to be careful, yet here you are, staring parenthood in the face. It almost makes you laugh because you know exactly when you got pregnant. It happened the same night Mav found out and nearly had a heart attack just at the prospect of you dating Jake.

In your defense, you usually were careful. It's not your fault that your dad didn't learn his lesson about tempting you and Jake. It also doesn't help that Jake fucking Seresin has one massive breeding kink. You weren't exactly complaining at the time.

"Talk to me, baby. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

You're broken from your trance and turn to face your boyfriend.

"Dad is going to kill us."

Jake has the nerve to laugh, and you smack his arm with a scowl.

"It's not funny, Seresin!"

He manages to get his laughter under control, stifling tiny giggles as he tries to put on a serious face.

"He's not going to kill you. You're his only child and carrying his only grandchild. Me, on the other hand? Let's hope the only thing he finds worse than a grandchild out of wedlock is a bastard grandchild."

Jake can see you trying not to laugh at his antics, and his stomach flips when he manages to get a smile out of you.

"There's my pretty girl. We'll figure out Mav later, okay?"

You scoff and roll your eyes, settling back on the counter with your arms crossed.

"Yeah, because that worked out so well last time."

He pokes your sides and you almost hate how he manages to cheer you up even in the tensest situations. Almost.

"Well, now we know. I'll make sure to climb to a higher surface so he can't reach me." His face is completely deadpan, and you snort.

"You're fucking ridiculous."

Two weeks later, you've both fallen in love with the little bean, and you've had to physically drag Jake out of the baby section in every store you've set foot in.

You're just leaving the doctor's office, a small black and white sonogram tucked into Jake's back pocket. You're twelve weeks along, and Jake is riding a high only comparable to racing through the skies.

The two of you chat in the car on the way to the Hard Deck; you're supposed to meet the team for drinks. You are still figuring out how to get around that, seeing as no one knows about your little surprise.

"Do you think they'll have my eyes?" Jake asks, and love explodes in your chest.

"I hope so. Honestly, I think they'll be a carbon copy of you."

The thought makes his head swim, and he's consumed by images of a little blonde-haired boy or girl running around with his self-assured attitude. He knows they're going to be a handful, between his arrogance and your ability to charm anyone that looks your way. He can't wait.

You stroll into the bar, immediately sitting by the pool tables to watch a heated game between Rooster and Coyote. The next couple of hours is spent laughing and making bets on who will win.

It's not until Rooster orders a round of shots that you start to panic, and Jake can see the way your pupils widen as you try to think of an excuse. The tequila is set down in front of you, and you just stare at it.

Jake slams his back, and when he's sure no one is looking, he takes yours too. You give him a grateful smile and pray that this isn't a night of heavy drinking. If Jake is doing double, he's going to end up getting his stomach pumped.

Unbeknownst to you, Bradley does see the interaction and frowns but decides not to say anything. Maybe you're just not feeling well. He doesn't give it much more thought.

But then, when everyone is leaving and he's walking with you to Jake's truck, something happens. Jake drops something, and when he bends down to pick it up, he sees a little white square sticking out of his pocket.

He doesn't think twice as he plucks it out and looks at it, always too nosy for his own good.

You freeze when you see it in his hands, and Bradley's face is as white as a ghost. His eyes rake over the image for a solid minute as you and Jake watch, waiting for the impending explosion.

"What the fuck am I looking at?" Bradley whispers, and you gulp.

He peers down at you and takes in the way you're wringing your hands and shifting back and forth.

"Y/N, what the fuck am I looking at?"

His voice is almost too calm, and you think you broke him for a second. Jake glances between the two of you but remains silent. He's almost certain that if he dares to utter a single word right now, Bradley will be on him, and unlike Mav, he could do severe damage.

"Surprise?"

Bradley looks like he's about to faint and vaguely registers bile rising in his throat.

"No, nope. This is a prank, right? I know you're not dumb enough to get pregnant when Mav expressly told you not to. Maybe Hangman, but not my baby sister."

You chew on your lip, and Bradley has to fully walk away for a second before rounding back and halting in front of you.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you get off on pissing off Mav or something? You're going to be a single mom!"

He's practically yelling at this point, and you shush him harshly before yanking him closer to the truck, away from prying ears.

"No, I'm not, Bradley. Jake isn't going anywhere."

He gives you a bewildered look and throws his hands up in the air, doing a complete spin to try and process the new information.

"Maybe not by choice, but Mav is going to kill him! I don't mean get angry and yell. I mean full military service, casket in the ground kill him. He just told you three months ago not to get her pregnant out of wedlock."

He's facing Jake now, and you have to credit the blonde pilot for never wavering in the face of adversity.

"Well, I actually have a solution to that problem." He shrugs.

You and Bradley both look at him expectantly. If he has any ideas, you have yet to hear them.

"We could just elope."

Bradley barks out a disbelieving laugh, but you don't find the matter funny at all. Marry Jake? Usually, the thought of marrying a man you've been with for less than a year would send you sprinting in the opposite direction, but this isn't any man.

It's Jake, the man that makes you laugh when you're crying and always eats your mushrooms because you can't stand the texture. The man who was so over the moon at becoming a father that once he knew you were okay, fell to his knees and hasn't stopped talking to your non-existent belly since.

You're already attached to him for life, and the thought has crossed your mind. You don't hate it.

"Jake, don't marry me just because I got knocked up." You sigh, and he shakes his head.

"No, I've been thinking about this since that first night. Just seemed too crazy. It makes perfect sense, though, and Y/N Seresin has a nice ring to it.

You smile brightly at the sentiment and slowly nod your head.

"Okay, let's do it. Let's elope."

Bradley lets out a sound akin to a wounded animal, and you're suddenly reminded that he's there.

"This is the worst idea I've ever heard. Mav will think you're doing it out of obligation and try to stop it. You can't be serious."

You ponder for a few seconds, and Bradley can almost read your thoughts. He doesn't like the look on your face, the one you get right before you drag him into one of your harebrained schemes.

"So we won't tell him until after."

You say it as if it's the most simple thing in the world, and Bradley's knees almost give out. This is the worst deja vu he's ever had; how the fuck does he keep getting wrapped up in this shit?

"No, absolutely not. Last time you said that I aged ten years in six months. You're pregnant. You can't just hide this for months. How far along are you?"

You release an agitated sigh and lean up against Jake's hood.

"Twelve weeks."

Bradley's eyes widen, and you would almost feel bad if it didn't look so funny.

"Twelve wee- what did you get pregnant the night he told you not to?"

You know it's a rhetorical question but answer anyway.

"Yeah, actually. It's kind of funny when you think about it."

Bradley actually sits on the gravel this time, staring ahead into the abyss.

"It's actually not funny, and I wish I could think about literally anything else. Why am I always the one that has to keep a secret? I hate keeping secrets."

He's whining, and you stifle a laugh.

"Because you're always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. You do this to yourself."

He shoots you a mean glare, and you nudge him with your knee.

"Cheer up. This means you get to be the witness."

His head snaps to look up at you, and his mouth falls open.

"Objection!"

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you choke on a laugh.

"You can't scream objection in a private conversation, Roos."

He leaps to his feet, and you adjust the angle of your head to stare up at him.

"Well, I just did. It's one thing to ask me to hide something like this. But you want me to witness your elopement and not tell anyone?"

Jake finally steps in and subtly nudges Bradley back a few inches; he's gotten a little too close for his liking.

"Well, you're the only one who knows. Besides, it should be someone important to us. We'll have the big wedding after all this is said and done."

Bradley stares him down for a second and ponders the idea.

"You think I'm important?"

Jake scoffs and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.

"That's what you took away from that?"

Bradley nods, and Jake closes his eyes, already regretting his next words.

"If I say yes, then will you do it?"

You look on with amusement and give Bradley your best puppy dog eyes.

"Guess you'll have to find out."

Jake pinches the bridge of his nose and tilts his head back to look at the sky.

"Fine. Yes, you are important to both of us, and we would love it if you were the one to be there."

The words are almost like acid on his tongue, and he'll never forgive the grinning pilot for making him say it.

"Okay, I'll do it. But you have to tell Mav soon!" He points his finger at you, and you recoil.

"Don't point that thing at me, Bradshaw."

He lowers his hand, and you clap, giddy at the impending nuptials.

"Okay, we'll put it together and let you know. Right now, I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep. This kid is sucking the life out of me."

Bradley snorts and tilts his head to the side.

"Yeah, I would imagine a Seresin will do that to you." He mutters, and you kick him in his knee.

"Ow!" He yelps, reaching down to grab the area while hopping on the opposite leg.

"Watch it. They're half Mitchell too, you know."

Bradley scowls when Jake coughs to cover a laugh, and you turn to hop in the truck. Jake opens the door before giving his friend a nod and driving you home. This should be very interesting.

#jake seresin #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #top gun imagine #hangman top gun #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin top gun #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin

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talaok · 10 months

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Since all the nominations for Emmys, I need one fic where reader is either video calling or with Pedro when nominations are announced. Somethig fluffy and full of emotions cuz Pedro deserves all of this 😊

a/n: this ask skipped the line just cause I felt that if I posted this next week it wouldn't have made as much sense, so yeah here it is (also, I’m so happy for him and Bella, like omg man)

Today was the day.

Pedro was never usually one to care about this stuff, yes he was grateful, and yes he was happy, but no other time had he felt this electricity in the air, this buzz telling him that something was about to happen... something good of course.

He had set up his tablet on the coffee table in front of the couch, waiting for the announcement to start, but he hadn't even managed to sit- he was too nervous, too excited.

A ringing sounded through the room all of a sudden, and after an initial scare, he smiled, glad you finally could call him.

You were on set. In Vancouver. A thousand miles from him.

"Is it on yet?"

Your eagerness spurt through the screen.

And he thought he was exited

"nope"

"what? How much longer?"

He glanced at the screen, feeling a tiny goosebump traveling up his back at the countdown.

"two minutes"

"Oh my god!" You squeaked, smiling so wide your cheeks almost hurt "how are you feeling?"

"nervous" he chuckled drily

"Oh c'mon, what about? We both know you're gonna crush it"

"I hope so" he sighed "God I don't know why I care so much" he laughed "The only important thing is that Bella and the show get nominated"

"And you, of course" you chirped in

He tried to fight a smile, but it still pulled at his lips "Well if there's room..."

"There you are" you nodded, your smile fading ever so little after a brief moment "god I wish I could be there"

"Me too" he agreed "but at least w-" a noise in the direction of the coffee table caught his attention

"Oh shit, it's starting"

"shit, go go go go" you mumbled, feeling all too powerless in your position.

He sat down in front of the screen as the announcers appeared on it.

"what are they saying?"

"uh- just their names and stuff"

"ok-"

A moment passed

"what about now?"

He laughed, ever so thankful for your presence "Still that, sweetheart"

"fine, just- tell me when they start telling the categories"

"ok ok here we go"

"what is it?"

"talk series"

"Bo-ring" you huffed, making him chuckle "I want the good stuff"

"they're doing reality programs now"

"oh my god! it's like they want to torture us"

...

"Oh shit"

A pit created itself in Pedro's stomach

"what?"

"lead actor in a drama series"

"oh my god" you screeched, doing a poor job of trying not to freak out "C'mon baby I know believe in you"

"jeff bridges... Brian cox... Kieran Culkin... Bob Odenkirk..."

come on come on come on

His mouth widened as he let out an incredulous breath.

"baby?" you called, already knowing but wanting a confirmation "baby pl-"

"I got nominated"

"I told you!" You basically screamed, jumping out of your chair "I told you, baby! I'm so happy for you! You deserve all of it babe, all. of. it."

"I can't believe this" he smiled, his eyes glimmering with that spark in his eyes he only got whenever he was truly happy "This is crazy"

"Well believe it baby, you're an Emmy nominee"

"I just-" he interrupted himself as the next category was announced "shit it's best actresses"

You nodded, trying to cool down while really just mindlessly pacing around your trailer

"Bella Ramsey!" he laughed "Bella Ramsey! They did it! I knew they fucking would"

"oh my god!" you grinned "What a power couple"

"I know right?" he chuckled "I'll have to call them I-" and once again, the announcers interrupted his train of thought.

His gaze moved from you to the tablet again.

"best drama series?"

He only nodded, clearly all the anxiety coming back.

"Andor... Better call Saul... the crown... House of the Dragon..."

he fell silent as his eyes came back to you, and this time... this time they shined with tears of joy.

"yeah?" you asked, feeling your heart beating out of your chest.

"yeah," nodded.

You felt your heart and chest and body fill with pure joy as you let some tears fall from your eyes.

"you did it baby" you sniffled "I knew you would. You deserve it, all of it" you smiled, wishing with all your heart you were there to hug him and kiss him and whisper in his ear

"How are you feeling?"

He laughed "I don't even know, I just- I think I need time to process this" he smiled, his hands slightly shaking "A-Are you ready to go to the Emmys?"

"are you?" You laughed, quite literally quivering from the excitement

"As ready as I'll ever be"

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papayatori · 2 months

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Don’t Blink! (P6)

LN4 x fém!reader

Warnings: none

It was Sunday, it was race day. I stood in the McLaren garage waiting for the buzzed excitement to die down a bit, my own excitement contributing to the electricity.

Oscar had taken it upon himself to show me around earlier this morning, much to Lando’s objection. What Oscar really wanted was to ask me what had happened last night between me and Lando.

“You mean you fell asleep on him and you still don’t believe you have feelings for each other?” I rubbed the back of my neck, a sheepish smile growing on my face.

“I just don’t want to ruin what I’ve got. It’d be super awkward at my new job if I did.” He nodded his approval before frowning again.

“You’ve got to take that chance when you really love someone, y/n.”

As much as I wanted to disagree, I knew he was right.

I now sat in the garage, watching as the grid lined up and had started to prepare themselves for the race itself. I was utterly terrified that something would go wrong. Though, I had my camera regardless. I got a few shots of the lineup, some better than others. I also got a few that were rather dramatic and exhilarating. I was quite proud of myself despite the task at hand. Task at hand being, keep my eyes off of Lando Norris.

"And that's lights out and away we go-" I heard Croft over the loudspeakers commentating. I had also gotten the perfect starting photo. I would definitely be posting this one later.

...

I was shaking. Lando had reported some issues with the car, he had already been in the pits multiple times this race and his car was still malfunctioning. I had heard them conversing through the headsets behind me. I was starting to break out into a sweat. When Lando pulled in for his sixth pit, I knew there wasn't any coming back from it. He sounded pissed, as if he was thinking the exact same thing I was. I was just happy he hadn't crashed.

Lando had finished last, first race of the season and setting to tone for the rest of the evening. Hopefully it wouldn't set the tone for the whole season.

I ran to the car as he exited and stepped into the garage and threw my arms around him. I knew he had had a bad race, I knew he would be feeling it. His face gleamed with sweat, making it incredibly difficult to pull my eyes from him once we separated. To my satisfaction, he smiled. "Lando, what happened out there today? Six visits to the pit is rather concerning.." I heard one comment as we walked off of the paddock. He wasn't as bothered by the camera's as much as I was, regardless if I literally had one around my neck or not. Lan did stop eventually, taking a few questions but keeping me behind him protectively. Oscar had been behind us, sandwiching me between the two of them as if they were bodyguards, even though I had the McLaren uniform on myself. "Yeah, I guess you could say it was good practice for the mechanics today." Lando chuckled lightly before being dismissed. His eyes immediately found mine. I saw the different emotions mixed into that one small look he gave me. He continued to glance back at me until we got away from the crowds. Paparazzi had swarmed the sides where they could stand, cameras flashing in every direction, it would be suicide if Lando had looked at me too long or held my hand the way I wished he could have. It saddened me that I wanted everyone to know my feelings for Lando, well that is everyone besides Lando apparently. It warmed my heart every time he would glance back to make sure I was okay. With every glance, the burning sensation in my heart intensified, and the more I wanted that entire paddock to know who he belonged to, even though he didn't belong to me at all. Oscar was right, I needed to talk to him tonight.

The walk back to the hotel was rather refreshing. The boys were talking about they're races and how they felt about it while I sort of hung in between the two of them. The city itself was beautiful. Bahrain's white, sandy beaches as the sun had started to set along the seemingly endless horizon was a site a camera couldn't completely capture; though to my credit, I did try. I was taking pictures of the whole city by now, trying my very best to capture the beauty of it without taking for granted the lively bustle of it. I found myself lost in the folds of the city, aimlessly following the bright papaya coloured shirts in front of me while I tried to continually capture the magnificence of Bahrain. If I had only been paying attention, I would have heard the conversation the two in front of me were having. Though, I saw Oscar flash me a smile midway through that conversation and felt the worry turn my stomach. I'd more than likely hear about this later. Not paying attention, I also didn't realize the boys had stopped. I was trying to get a good image of one of the shops across the street and I had kept walking to adjust myself. I wasn't looking forward, and I had ran straight into Lando. His arms immediately caught me before I could fall, because God knows I wasn't heavy or strong enough to knock him over, steading me in his arms. I felt the blush creep up my neck, not only in embarrassment, but also the fact that his hands sent fire through my body wherever he touched me. This was not good.

"Sorry!" I yelled, trying to focus myself on the picture rather than his hands that were still firmly around my waist. I could almost hear Oscar smiling from behind us, as if he had planned this. "You just couldn't help but fall for me, huh?" Surprised, I looked up at the smirking Brit that held onto me. I scowled, attempting to wriggle from his grasp but to no avail. "Careful, darling. Letting you go would do you no good, you'd just fall back into me." Lando continued smirking, followed by a snort from behind us. "Okay you two, lets go inside." I heard Oscar say, and for once, I was happy he spoke up.

I wasn't sure what about that interaction made me so angry. I wasn't sure why I was fuming as I walked back into my hotel room and almost slammed the door behind me. I wasn't even sure why I never said anything to them as I did. Maybe it's because Lan was right, I had fallen for him. Not to mention, if he had let me go, I wouldn't recover. Every moment Lando and I had shared had started to make it's way through my brain, forcing me to remember all of it. They all continued to replay before my very eyes, forcing me to see the way he looked at me, feel the way the air changed if something was wrong, hear the sound of kindness lacing his words. That kindness was addicting, his words were addicting, his voice itself was laced with enticing poison. Poison that I would gladly inject into my veins for the rest of my life if he'd give me the chance.

My head found it's way into my hands as I slid down the door I had just slammed behind me. I heard the two conversing outside, wondering what they had done wrong. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I knew exactly who it was, but I was too much a coward to answer it. So instead, I sat there and wallowed in self pity. I let myself feel everything that I had been holding back on since our first 'date' a week ago. I let myself relive everything until my heart couldn't take it anymore. I sat there for hours, until I thought no one else would be awake to hear me crumble to pieces.

That's when I heard a soft knock on my door. My body answered before my brain could tell it otherwise, causing me to audibly groan before finally opening the door. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong." I saw Lan standing in front of my door with a flower in his hand, the same flower that he had brought to me the morning after we met. How on Earth he had managed to find a flower shop that would sell him just one in the middle of Bahrain on a Sunday evening I have no idea. Noticing my lack of response, his eyes searched mine frantically. "I can give you space if you need it-" "You were right." I cut him off, receiving a look of relief that I had responded that was tailed by a confused tilt of his head. "I was?" "I think I need to talk to you." He took the hint, following me inside and setting the flower down on the small table in front of the couch. He sat beside me, eyeing me with curiosity and worry. There was something else in his eyes as he searched mine, something I couldn't place and it was driving me crazy. Not like he didn't already drive me crazy. "Are you okay, at least?" He asked, begging me for some sort of hint as to why the hell I ran off. "Do you need anything?" Before I could even respond my face was buried in my hands again. Lando's hand started rubbing circles on my back comfortingly, as if I had been the one to pit six times during the first race of the season today. Some friend I am. With a groan, I pulled myself back up and repositioned myself to face him on the couch, my legs crossed in front of me. His hand fell to the side and I immediately missed his touch. "If I don't tell you this now I'm absolutely never going to say anything and it's going to eat away at me like it has been doing for the last week." He nodded, begging me to continue and give him anything. He had positioned himself to face me as well, as if taking the hint that I didn't even mean to give him. "When I bumped into you, you had said that I couldn't help but fall for you." I laughed, feeling stupid already. I saw his body tense a little. "I didn't mean anything by it, I knew that was-" "You were right." He stopped trying to talk, he just looked at me. I felt my heart shatter when he didn't say anything. "I'm sorry if this ruins-" I didn't even finish my sentence before I felt a soft pair of lips on my own. His arm wrapped itself around my waist, pulling my body closer to his until he was laying on his back, me on top of him. We were in a similar position that we were in last night, except this time I didn't have to wonder what his lips tasted like. He pulled away, gazing into my eyes with that emotion that I had been trying to crack for the last week. No way in hell- "You have no idea hard it is to restrain myself when we're alone." He said, voice low and soft. "I'm not sure how much longer I could have before giving up." I felt the rise and fall of his chest beneath me as well as his speeding heart. Or maybe that was my own pulse throbbing? I couldn't tell anymore as we had fallen back into a heavy kiss that was far more important than the rhythm of my heart. I smiled into the kiss, thankful Oscar had pushed me into this mess of emotions and forced me to open it up. I felt my walls collapsing around me as Lando pulled away, allowing us both to breathe. I smiled at him, finally being able to stare into those beautiful eyes of his that reminded me of the seas surrounding us currently in Bahrain. "I suppose now you can obsess over my eyes openly, darling." He said, smirking in the process. I pinched his arm with a sly grin of my own. "I suppose you can tell me how pretty mine are to my face rather than telling Oscar." There wasn't a trace of a smile on his face after mentioning that. I couldn't cackled. "He told you about that?" " 'said you never shut up about me." I snorted, I couldn't help it. His face was priceless. "I think it's safe to say that it paid off though, don't 'ya thing?" I smiled a real smile now, gazing back into his eyes. "I guess." He kissed me tenderly, pulling away breathless.

I lay on his chest until I heard him snoring lightly beneath me, until I had found myself dozing on top of him. My heart was beating quickly still, as if not used to this yet. Though, I still couldn't argue, this bastard knew what he was doing. With his arms wrapped tightly and securely around me, I found myself tumbling into the folds of slumber with a smile on my face, my last image being the flower on the table in front of me before I fell completely.

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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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another taiju request cause I just found out something and i had this idea. So it’s canon that taiju likes sharks so imagine the reader one day showing up to his house and says he bought something special for him and go to change real quick and taiju is probably thinking something else but when the the reader walks out he’s in this cute shark onesie and starts acting like a shark and says “but that’s not all look” and pulls out a shark onesie for taiju and maybe Hakkai and yuzuha come home to see the reader and taiju acting like sharks while wearing the shark onesie and taiju start playfully chasing Hakkai while the reader is playing the jaws theme in the background

Meanwhile yuzuha is secretly recording this beautiful moment

Sorry it's so short and not exactly what you wanted. I'm writing Draken's Brother part 5. Haitani Baby Brother part 3. I'm also writing the D.L x V.K. crossover. And I'm trying to write something special for having 200 followers. But i hope you Enjoy!

Shark Attack

Taiju x Male Reader

When (Name) texted Taiju he had a surprise waiting for him at home. Yhe Black Dragons could tell their boss was excited. He was constantly checking the time on his phone. Since (Name) had gone shopping with his younger siblings. So he was excited to see what (Name) had gotten him. He wasn't going to lie. He hopes it's something "special".

His phone buzzed and Taiju almost fell over trying to get his phone out of his pocket. The gang members all sweatdropped. This was their mighty leader? When he saw it was a text from (Name) informing him they were home. The members had never seen their boss run so fast. "He does remember we have a meeting in like an hour right?" Kokonoi asked looking at his best friend who shrugged.

"He left with a smile. (Name) probably has something to do with it." Inui replied looking back at him. Kokonoi cringed. "Hey that's my cousin! I don't want to know what they're up to like that." The look of disgust and the shiver Kokonoi had as enough to explain his answer. He'd walked in on them too many times.

I mean how else are you supposed to react when you find out your cousin is EXTREMELY flexible. By walking in on your boss blowing your cousins back out on his kitchen counter. Please Kokonoi never wanted to see something like that again. But did when he got invite to swim at (Name)'s house and found his cousin preaching Taiju's name like he was a Saint in the hot tub!

Back with Taiju who had just pulled into the drive way of his and (Name)'s house. He turned off his bike and made his way inside. Expecting an empty house for his surprise but only to see both of his younger siblings playing what he guessed was a new game (Name) probably got Hakki. "I'm home" He called out. The two siblings barely looked away from the TV answering with a quiet "Welcome home."

(Name) came out of the kitchen with a new apron on. Considering Taiju ripped the other one off him last week. Taiju cringed remembering the smack and lecture he got for destroying the apron which apparently was a birthday gift from his siblings. "Babe! I wasn't expecting you to be home so soon! Don't you have a meeting soon?"

Taiju shrugged. If it meant spending more time with his (Name) he didn't care about some meeting. Inui and Kokonoi can take care of it. "I got your message that you had a surprise for me?" (Name)'s face lit up and he squealed kissing Taiju's cheek before running upstairs. Taiju confused smiled loving how happy (Name) seems to be.

It didn't take long for (Name) to return. Taiju was expecting a revealing outfit. Like maybe a crop top and those shorts Taiju has been trying to convince (Name) to get. But no. (Name) came hopping down the stairs in a full suit. A full shark onesie. Taiju froze staring at him. (Name) giggled catching his attention. "That's not all~" (Name) pulled from behind his back an even bigger shark onesie. Taiju smirked widely. God does he love him.

Bouns:

(Name): *playing jaws music from his phone*

Hakki: *running away with tear filled eyes*

Taiju: *chasing after Hakki in the shark onesie* I'm gonna eat you!

Yuzuha: *recording to sent to Kokonoi and Mitsuya*

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #taiju x male reader #taiju shiba x male reader #taiju shiba

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gazspookiebear · 2 months

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Ghost hcs mostly him having autism

Has compression socks and gloves bc they help keep him regulated, but he HATES tight clothing anywhere else. He strictly wears loose and baggy clothing, like oversized hoodies

Hates flavored water unless it's tea. Green tea? Sure. Any kind of sparkling water? Nuh uh

Likes mud and rain puddles. Don't ask me why

Can't stand the smell of coffee in the morning, it overwhelms him. He can and will leave the room if someone just made coffee

Doesn't like hugs, or really just being touched in general. (Mostly due to trauma, but the autism isn't helping either)

That being said, when he does get hugged, he prefers it to be firm. Heavy knuckles running up and down his back is the quickest way to make him melt in your arms. Soap is the only one allowed to do this, but Price and Gaz will very occasionally be offered one of those awkward one-armed half hugs if they need one.

He masks most of the time (literally and figuratively) so it's not very obvious that he's autistic from first glance. If he's comfortable with the people around him, or if he's alone, he might stim

He does jazz hands as a stim, and can occasionally be found tiptoe walking

He also knocks his knuckles together and rasps them on desks. He likes the noise.

He prefers rough or smooth textures over soft/fluffy ones. Denim, mesh, leather, linen, and polyester are the only fabric types he'll be comfortable in.

He keeps his hair buzzed, not just because he's in the military, but because he pulls on it and ends up tearing it out of his head when he gets sensory overload from it touching his face (me too bro, me too)

He listens to metal songs on max volume when he's sensory seeking (you can hear that shit through his headphones)

He doesn't like having things in his ears, so he prefers headphones over earbuds. He won't complain if he has to use earbuds though.

Surprisingly enough, he can't stand weighted blankets. Unless that weighted blanket is Soap 😏

He gets aggressive when he's excited, so he'll often go to the gym to blow off some steam. Rookies see him going to town on a punching bag and assume he's pissed, but really he just doesn't know how else to express his feelings.

He hyperfixated on komodo dragons for a while (he now has several random facts in his arsenal)

His special interest is weapons. Any kind, he just thinks they're interesting. Especially crossbows. (He knows just about every weapon under the sun, ask him literally anything)

He steals Soap's phone to play neko atsume (he has become emotionally attached to the cats, but you didn't hear me say that)

He prefers to sleep with blankets under him instead of on top because it makes his skin crawl if they're not the right texture.

He's always cold but radiates heat like a motherfucker, definitely has an electric blanket at his place

He has a favorite pen that he carries everywhere, refuses to use anything else.

He eats the most random food combinations. Tomatoes with sour cream? Delicious. Avocados with cream cheese? Absolutely divine. A normal fucking sandwich? Hell no.

He struggles with hygiene but hates feeling dirty. He'll often force himself to shower even when he knows it'll drain his energy.

He has to buy a specific type of eyeblack because of the texture. He doesn't like any kind that feels too greasy. Not that it'll stop him from wearing it if that's all that's available, but he won't be happy about it.

He used to bite his hands as a kid. Hard. He has a few small scars because of it

He enjoys heavy bass. He likes low rumbling/knocking noises. He may or may not be considering buying a bass drum...

Alternates between sleeping in a hammock and a bed at his place

Loves chairs that spin, though you'd never catch him spinning 😔

Everything he says sounds sarcastic, even when he's being genuine. This has caused many people to get annoyed with him.

He tends to grind his teeth, so he chews on tree bark to keep his mouth busy

He used to climb trees as a kid because he liked the way the wind felt from up high in the leaves

He isn't a fan of the way paper feels. That being said, He loves old books. He spends most of his downtime at the library since it's quiet and peaceful, plus it gives him a way to get out of the house and busy himself.

He still wears a mask off duty for many reasons. For starters, he's never been the best at facial reactions. He thinks it's easier to just hide it altogether than to try and contort his face into the "appropriate" reaction. Secondly, he has stims and occasional tics where his mouth moves, and he doesn't want people to stare. (Snapping his mouth like a shark... so real to me) Also, he just thinks it should be common practice. He's never understood why people don't cover their mouth and nose, or at the very least cover it when they cough/sneeze.

He will actually fan the air in front of him if someone he doesn't like just walked by. He doesn't want to breathe "their air". (Graves was very confused as to why Ghost kept waving the air every time he walked by)

He wears sunglasses in public, regardless of whether or not it's sunny out. He just doesn't want to have to make eye contact with people if he doesn't have to. He can make eye contact, but he much prefers not to.

He punches his legs or the walls when overstimulated.

He has dromophobia (fear of crossing streets) and tends to speedwalk across roads

Has the biggest vocabulary known to man because he used to read dictionaries as a kid. (He can and will abuse this power when someone is annoying him)

Prefers non-fiction. That's it.

He cleans doorknobs daily. He specifically keeps a pack of wipes with him to clean doorknobs- who the fuck knows when they were cleaned last. He can't stand the idea of touching something that dozens, if not hundreds of people (who may or may not have washed their hands) have touched prior.

His favorite color is orange. He always avoids touching anything orange because he's worried he'll ruin it somehow.

He washes his hands before and after everything he does (when he can)

He has a crowbar. He keeps it beside his bed, and he's very fond of it.

He can stay completely still for concerningly long amounts of time. Useful for missions, unnerving the rest of the time. Can and will be seen in the corner of a room staring at people.

@waiting-so-long I'm so glad someone wanted to hear my nonsense lmao

#Wdym I'm projecting... no I'm not #(I am)#Half of these are just things I do #Not even gonna lie tomatoes with sour cream fucking slaps #I also think Ghost was hyper empathetic as a child #He lost that pretty quickly #Hmmm I'm gonna monch and cronch on this man #I also don't think he likes kissing #Soap doesn't mind #cod #simon ghost riley #ghost headcanons #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley #Forgive any mistakes I missed #I looked over this very quickly lol

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happilychee · 3 months

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do fairy tail characters nap?

just woke up from a nap. recommend.

♡ as annoying as this is to her, lucy always falls asleep when she reads. it takes forever for her to get through a book! it's just so soothing, especially if the story is compelling and lulls her in... bonus points if she's on a train or in a car; the rocking motion will have her out like a light.

♡ levy has no trouble getting through books because it gets her excited, not tired. she doesn't let lucy forget this. she does, however, stay up until ungodly hours of the night to finish a story. gajeel, jet, droy, and lily have found her passed out over a book (or twenty) multiple times. I think she's always buzzing with energy or curiosity, so one of the only ways for levy to settle in is if gajeel literally lies on top of her like a weighted blanket.

♡ speaking of, gajeel is very neutral about naps. he doesn't actively seek them out, mostly because he's one of the few members of the guild who has a relatively normal sleep schedule. he is, however, soft as hell. levy and lily always nap on him. wendy will nap on him. juvia will nap on him. gajeel looks scary asf if he glares, so no one will bother whoever's sleeping by his side. he is also actually very squishy if he relaxes his muscles. 10/10 pillow.

♡ cana naps like nobody's business. she goes out at night, stays up late drinking or partying, and crashes at 3am in gray or loke's bed. there is no "schedule" to sleeping so she will sleep whenever and wherever. cana has the uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere. slumped over a table in a guild hall while natsu and gray throw chairs at each other? out like a light. lying on a freezing cold bench while her and lucy wait for a train? snoring away. (lucy pulls cana's head into her lap.) cana rarely falls asleep in an actual bed, though. if she does, it's because she's dead tired, and she's been incentivized by cuddles.

♡ natsu looooves a good nap. him and happy cat nap all the time. this might actually be the only consistent thing in their schedules: nap. the entire guild knows, courtesy of mirajane, to stfu for a bit when 1 o'clock hits. they don't actually need to, because natsu could sleep through a storm, but it's the thought that counts. natsu is also really warm and cuddly, which means that he's the perfect napping buddy. being buried in his warm arms, snug as a bug with happy between you... truly the dream.

♡ gray hates naps. hates them!! all because he wakes up the way you wake up from an after-school nap: sweaty, dizzy, disoriented, in a different dimension, with an overwhelming sense of dread. he reveals this one night when he and lucy are plastered at a bar, and that he's slightly jealous of natsu. lucy resolves to fix this, and when they're both blackout drunk she drags him into bed with her. not quite a nap, but hey, gray woke up feeling nice.

♡ sting might be the only character in the fairy tail universe that goes to bed at 10pm. his sleep schedule is on point, so he doesn't really nap unless he's exhausted from running sabertooth's infirmary. he will snuggle up in a square of sunlight with lector and snooze away.

♡ what is a nap? minerva doesn't nap. she doesn't need to rest during the day, she has things to do, what are you talking about- oh. oh. I think sabertooth has a very luxurious library, and minerva knocks out on one of the plush purple couches. more often than not, frosch will worm their way into her arms. the only people who dare to mention her naps are yukino (who minerva has a soft spot for) and sting (who has no sense of self-preservation).

#lychee writes #I am avid nap enthusiast #a connoisseur #eepy #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #lucy heartfilia #levy mcgarden #gajeel redfox #cana alberona #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #sting eucliffe #minerva orland #yukino aguria #sabertooth #sabertooth headcanons #sabertooth mentioned raaah!!!#I don't write enough abt them

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I understand being upset that Mary & George is about filthy sex vs. RWRB but also... As a queer person, straight people have shows like GoT which are mostly filthy hetero sex so we can have the same.

People had sex for power throughout history, that's just how it is. And George was mentioned in the RWRB novel by Henry specifically so to have Nick portray him in this show is pretty cool.

You misunderstand me.

I have absolutely no qualms about Mary & George being the show that it is. I have no problem with it being raunchy and sex-filled. I'm entirely for variety of content and genres for all groups of people.

What I was pointing out is that this show is truly getting attention. There's interviewers, articles, social media posts, etc. that are all buzzing about it. It's not just a niche group of book fans that are anxiously awaiting the adaptation. There is a lot of hype, and one of the first things everyone mentions when discussing this show is the sex.

That's all completely fine, but I can't help but feel like this excitement and anticipation would not have applied to Red, White & Royal Blue, even if it had gotten the promo it should've.

People love getting excited/flustered/teasing/curious over sex on the screen, particularly if it's dirty and/or kinky. "Sex sells" is a saying for a reason.

It hurts to finally get a movie like Red, White & Royal Blue, that is beautiful, hopeful, funny, happy, and unapologetically queer, without it being the center plot point, and know deep down that it would never get as much praise or attention as something like Mary & George would.

The painful truth is that for the general masses, gay relationships boil down to sex. It's what they think of first. It's what some of them only think about. When a ship/pairing is proposed, what's one of the very first questions asked or teased about?

"Who's the top and who's the bottom?"

It is treated as something that they are expected to share based on how casually it's asked. You would never ask that question to a heterosexual couple even though those terms can be applied to them too. It's all they want to talk about, and yet they're also oblivious and ignorant. I mean, for fuck's sake, at least 75% of the viewing population of RWRB, even those who would consider themselves dedicated allies, did not know that men could have missionary sex. All they picture when they think of gay sex is rough, back-to-chest sex where they aren't facing each other. It did not even occur to them as a possibility that men could have gentle, face-to-face sex.

Loving sex is rarely depicted between queer couples on the screen, which is what made Red, White & Royal Blue so different and important.

The film is also not centered around their sexualities. They are contributing factors to the plot, but they are not the focus the way it is in movies like Love, Simon. Taylor recently quoted Matthew with this phrase: "It is not a gay love story; it's just a love story."

Henry and Alex's relationship is depicted no differently than any heterosexual romcom couple. If you switched one of them to a woman, you could play the plot out the exact same way; all you would change would be the scrutiny based on their sexualities, which can be substituted for class differences, race, or literally anything else that the public could hold against them.

And to clarify again, there is nothing wrong with showing the other side of this. I have no problem with it whatsoever!

It is just disappointing and frustrating to see how fast and easily the media flock to a show like Mary & George because it's so "outrageous" and "sexy", while Red, White & Royal Blue has practically been brushed off only six months following its release after it dominated the worldwide charts for several weeks.

I know what people will say: "Oh, the window for promo has passed!" "Oh, they're still talking about it a bit!" "Oh, it's because of the strike!"

Yes, it was, but I cannot shake the feeling that even if it hadn't happened, Red, White & Royal Blue would have still gotten the short end of the stick compared to something like Mary & George, or The Idea Of You that's coming out later. I'm pushed more towards that mindset after RWRB lost the SAG award the other night even though it was easily the best one on that list.

RWRB is treated as inferior and has already suffered from homophobic Hollywood standards multiple times, but I almost guarantee you that M&G will receive mountains of praise and awards, despite being way more explicit than RWRB is.

That is what I have a problem with.

#mary and george #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb thoughts #katz questions

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beabeemu · 10 months

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All This Time Pt.4

Itoshi Rin x Reader

SERIES!!! Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt. 5 Pt. 6

Uncle Osamu!! (From Haikyuu) Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way. I always imagined their red hair, the same shade as taylor swift from the all-too-well short film. It's such a beautiful shade!!! Rei's hair is also like that.

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I was walking towards Rei’s room, going past a milliard of certificates, ribbons, and medals with her name. Even though she’s only been playing for only two years, the coaches and other instructors never failed to recognize her skill, Which I am happy about. All her hard work had paid off, all those late-night practices, she deserved everything that was coming for her.

I knocked first then entered, she was watching an old taping of a soccer match of a team I didn’t know. She paused the video and looked over at me. She’s a really big fan of PXG along with other teams, she mostly kept tabs on Julien Loki, Michael Kaiser, and well, Rin itoshi.

“What is it, Mom?”

I sat down on her bed while hiding something behind my back.

“So you remember when I told you that my boss’ son played for manshine city?”

“Yeah!!??! Reo Mikage is so cool!! And!! They’re playing league soon too!! I’m excited to watch their match!! They're playing against PXG right?!?!?!”

She always gets lost in her own head whenever we talk about anything related to soccer. I chuckled and just patted her head.

“Yeah, they’re playing against PXG on Friday. So back to my boss, he decided to give everyone a week's vacation to get us a chance to watch the game, and they even planned a trip to England to watch the match in person, And I was chosen as one of the higher-ups who gets to go and I talked to my boss if I could have you with me and they said yes”

Then I pulled out the plane tickets along with the tickets for the match, which were VIP as paid by my boss, he’s just so proud of his son you know?

She was sitting up now, so starstruck at the news I just gave her. Then she suddenly hugged me.

“Thank you….”

I smiled and hugged her back, after a few minutes of quiet, she suddenly got out of my arms and started jumping.

“I can’t believe that I’m gonna watch the La Liga match!!”

She was jumping and screaming all over her room, then she started rambling about what she was gonna wear, she even asked me if she could a PXG or a Manshine Jersey.

Right now I’m not even worried if I was gonna be in the same place as Rin, I was just glad that she’s happy

In the end, she got a PXG shirt, My boss seemed to be unbothered by it, I think. We weren’t sitting with them though, Somehow the organizers got our tickets mixed up because instead of us watching from the VIP upper box, we were now seated at the front row, so very near the PXG players. Faith maybe? I don’t know, but Rei was really happy with the mixed up. I was wearing some jeans with a fitted turtle neck sweater with sneakers. I wore a hat that covered my red hair, and I wore sunglasses and a face mask. Good thing it was cold enough here. I am still very nervous about seeing Rin, only because I wouldn’t know what to say to him, or how I should react.

I’ve made scenarios at night about meeting him before, but now that the possibility of meeting him was close to 100 was nerve-wracking. Meanwhile, Rei was buzzing with excitement, I mean who wouldn’t? She was gonna see her favorite football players play right in front of her.

I watched as people filled in the seats, then after a few minutes the opening ceremony started. They said some stuff, then the players started coming out, Rei was squealing happily beside me while standing on her seat, while I was holding her so she wouldn’t fall.

The more players that were coming out the more my anxiety was getting worse. Then he came into the light, I had to remove my sunglasses so that I could see him more clearly. Seeing him in person was different from seeing him on a screen.

He hasn’t changed much, apart from his physique, he was still the same rin I fell in and out of love with. His hair was a little longer, his face looked more mature, and his under-lashes reminded me of Rei’s. As they lined up to sing the national anthem of their respective countries I put my sunglasses back on. We stood up to pay respects, and after the ceremony, the game immediately started.

Since we were near the bench of PXG, they were walking towards us, I kept my head low but Rei on the other hand was standing up on her seat to get a good look at the players.

“Mama! Can you carry me for a bit?? I just wanna see the players please”

At first, I wanted to refuse, but I can’t. So I stood up, took her in my arms and we stood near the railings. I kept my head lowered, my face still covered by my mask and my hair covered with the scarf. Meanwhile, rei’s red hair was standing out, while I looked like someone who was allergic to the sun.

People around us started cheering and calling out the names of the players, which meant they were in front of us, Rei started calling out for Loki, Rin along with the other players. I took a peak and saw the players standing in front of us, they were waiting for the ref to give them the signal to go into the playing field.

My heart was beating hard, he was right there in front of me.

“Itoshi!! Loki!!!” Rei screamed their names, at first I didn’t think that they would look, but they did. Much to my luck. I met eyes with Rin. Rei was waving at them, and Loki waved back. Meanwhile, rin on the other hand was just staring at us, he looked like he was trying to remember something. I looked away, turning my head to the side not wanting to lock eyes with him anymore. Who knew a simple action would have the biggest impact on him?

At that moment you turned your head, and his eyes were met with your red hair, his world stopped spinning. Then he looked at the kid you were holding, She had the same color of hair, but has eyes just like his, she even had the same under-lashes as his. Then everything from the last time you two met up came flooding in, He didn’t know what to think, his mind was blank as he just stared at the kid you were holding. Then he thought, ‘Is she mine? Did she get pregnant? Is that why I haven’t heard from her after all these years?’ Like a miracle, you turned your head back to him, his eyes were wide, he didn’t want to make assumptions but a part of him was hoping that it would be you.

He didn’t have enough time to think about you two anymore because Loki tapped his shoulder saying that it was game time. He shook his head after looking at you two one last time. Then ran off to the field following his teammates, he tried his best to clear his head, but you were just plaguing his head again.

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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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One and only

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: established relationship, mafia

Warning: fluff but still 🔞 smut/angst, unprotected sex, cursing, semi public, pet names, jealousy, clingy, mention of blood and death, blowjob/handjob [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.4k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: posted this during holidays🎄⭐️ but i deleted my acct bcoz of stupiditttyyyyy? 🙃 anyways... almost done reposting my one shots. I'll try to post my short series soon.

***

It's holiday season. Everyone you know are all busy preparing for the coming christmas. Your friends are busy buying gifts for their love ones and they are also excited planning all their trips or dates with their each own special someone. Whilst you on the other hand, you are not planning anything.

"Y/n, what are you going to do this christmas?" One of your friend asks

"I'll be visiting my parents on the 25th." You answer

"That's all?" She asks

"Do you want to come with us? My family are going on a staycation on this fancy hotel... I can ask them if I could bring you." The other friend suggested

"No... it's fine. I'll be at home. I deserve a break too from all the work I've been doing..." you answer

"I get it... you deserve it yes.. but... are you not sad you are not spending Christmas eve with someone...?" The first friend ask

"Even a date?" The other one adds. "You know... if you only accept the guys wanting to take you on a date or atleast get to know you... I'm sure you have a boyfriend now."

You laugh at how worried they are with you spending Christmas eve alone.

"I'm fine. I'm happy."

Being the "single one" in your friendship group is nothing new. It's not that you don't want to meet anyone or get to know someone but it's just that you are not actually single. None of them knows that you have been dating this guy for quite some time now.

You are not hiding him or your relationship because you are embarassed about him. You are just respecting his privacy and for safety reasons as well.

He is the son of the leader of the famous mafia in the country. Everybody knows their family. They fear them. Everyone thinks they are the most dangerous beings to exist. However little did they know, they only look mean as hell. But these men, all have hearts and kindess to help anyone in need. They just don't publicize the good things they do.

"Okay... whatever you say... just call us when you need someone to talk to when you feel alone."

"I'm fine girls... seriously... and enjoy your vacation. Don't mind me. Spend your time with your boyfriends and family... okay?"

"Okay." Both of them say at the same time.

"Great!"

Then after a few more minutes chatting with them your phone alarm buzzes. It's a reminder.

"Oh crap! I need to go now!" You say in a hurry. "I had to go to this shop my mother told me to go... I need to drop her gifts for her friend who's in the city for vacation."

"Okay... sure..." both your friend stands up and hugs you.

"Happy holidays! See you after more than a week." You say

"See you and stay safe! Be careful running in the snow okay? You are clumpsy." The first friend says

"I will."

"Bye!"

You wave goodbye one last time before running out of the coffee shop.

You are really in a hurry. It is true that you have to meet your mother's friend to give them the gift. You were supposed to meet the park near the hotel they're staying at. It's not that far from where you and your friends met so you just decided to walk from there.

Then while you are on the walk, you decides to text your lover to let him know where you will be at.

Y/N: I'll be at the park in front of Crescent Hotel. Meeting my mom's friend to give her present.

After sending the text, you put your phone in your sling bag and didn't checked if he read it or replied. You are in a hurry so it didn't crossed your mind.

"Y/n?" A motherly tone of voice calls your name as you just walk pass through the crowd to step foot in the vicinity of the park.

You turn around and see Mrs. Jung together with her son waving at you. Smiling, you carefuly run towards them and quickly hug Mrs. Jung. "Long time no see!"

"Indeed!" She hugs you back and pats your head. "Oh my gosh! You have grown... such a beautiful lady."

You shyly giggle as you can't accept the compliment very well. For you, you just look alright. Not as beautiful as your mother.

"It's been so long since you last came back..." you say

"Yeah. We didn't get the chance to come back the last two years. But we're here now." She says smiling

"By the way, this is mother's gift. She says sorry she can't give it to you personally. She's at the province now taking care of grandpa and grandma."

"Oh, it's fine. I understand. Tell them I wish them a happy holiday and good health."

"I will."

Then her son, Wooyoung, standing next to her greeys you. "Happy holidays."

"Happy holidays." You smile back.

You two then hug and pat each other's back.

Wooyoung and you are classmates in highschool. You two became friends because of your parents. Before you two would always have sleepovers so you could both play and watch movies together. But since they migrated abroad, you two became a little distant. Still friends but not as close as before.

Plus one factor that might've affected that is before he flew away, he confessed his feelings for you. That he liked you. However, you told him that even you like him too back then being highschool and being in a long distance relationship is not ideal for the both of you. It's sad but it is true. Especially bot of you were so young back then.

"You still as pretty as I remember." He says to you

"Stop!" You hit him on his arm. "You still compliment me like the way you used to in highschool." You say.

"You know I'm just being honest." He says, warmly smiling

"I know." And then you notice that he looks mature that from what you remembered seeing him two years ago when they last visited. "You look different."

"Well it's his married aura now." Mrs. Jung explains

"M-married?" You gasp looking at them two back and forth. "You got married?"

Wooyoung is smiling ear to ear. "Yes." He answers then showing his ring. "I got married to the love of my life just almost a year ago."

"Oh my gosh! Congratulations!" You jump and hug him again. "I'm so happy for you!" You clap as you let him go. "Is she with you guys?"

"Unfortunately no... she can't travel because she's just a few months pregnant and she's in bed rest."

"Married and soon to be father!" You are estatic. "What a blessing!"

"Thank you!" Wooyoung is so proud and happy about her wife and their soon to be child.

The catch up with the Jung's is so light and warm. They all have good things to talk about that excites you. It's been a while since you saw them and you are so happy that everything is great with them. Especially after them losing the father figure in their family. You are glad they are doing well.

****

An two hours later, you are on your way to your apartment building, carrying a few things you bought from the groceries that you need at home when you decided to check on your phone.

SAN: I thought you're meeting your mom's friend. Who is the guy you are hugging?

SAN: You hugged him not once but twice!

SAN: why are you touching his arm.

SAN: why are you laughing so much :(

SAN: who is he?????

SAN: baby

SAN: baby...........

SAN: stop talking him.

SAN: baby!

SAN: :(

SAN: you are leaning on to him?????

SAN: are you cheating on me in public?

SAN: HE HUGGED YOU

SAN: AGAIN

SAN: WHAT. IS. THIS.

SAN: baby!!

SAN: ㅠ_ㅠ

You snort a laugh as you read how he whines in his texts. You could hear him say all these even just from the messages. He's so jealous.

Y/N: where are you?

(No reply)

Y/N: okay...

Y/N: If you don't reply...

Y/N: you're not welcome to come inside my apartment again.

Y/N: bye~~~

You proudly smile after you sent the text. Coz you know San will immediately rush to get to you after reading your text.

However, what you didn't expect is that minutes later when you're about to turn to the corner of your building and about to get to the steps to the entrance, you notice a tall figute standing. It's San.

"You're not going to invite me in your apartment anymore?" He says his brows arching and lookinh down at you.

He's wearing something casual and comfy. A beanie, black fitted shirt and a grey sweat pants.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, "And why are you wearing so little clothes! It's cold!" I rush to him

"You said you will not welcome me in! So I ran!" He is sweating and you can see heat coming out of his body.

"Ran from where?"

He pouts. "There." He points at the black car parked across the street.

"I see... so... you were following me?"

"No." He looks away

"I thought we've agreed about me having one bodyguard... camouflaged as a normal civilian in a distant... why are you following me now?"

"I promise. I was not supposed to follow you..."

"But?"

He looks down and takes the the two shopping bag you are holding. "I miss you... I was at the gym when I received your text that you were going to meet a family friend..."

"And...?"

"And... I thought I could pick you up... give you a ride home after..."

"But...?"

He sighs, giving up. "Fine. I'm sorry. But I do swear... I went out because I really do miss you."

"Then if you do miss me....why just let me know... visit me... we can hang out."

"Sorry."

You chuckle as you see him lower his head even more. He's so cute when he's like this. A total 180degrees opposite of his charisma when he's in his mafia mode.

"So... you want to come in and stay?" You ask tilting your head to the side, searching for his face. "But if you have plans or things to do with work... it's fine. Beside, I'll be leaving tomorrow to visits my--"

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. I did told you about my grandpa being sick right?"

"Oh. Right."

Both of you then start to walk in the building. You want him to get inside quick and get warm since he forgot to bring a jacket with him.

People who you walk pass as from the lobby to the elevator are all looking sus as they see San. They must be thinking how crazy he is walking around with such little clothes during winter season.

But knowing San, even though people give him looks and judgements he does not give a fuck.

"Would you like a hot milk? Maybe hot coco or..." you ask as you both reach your apartment door enterimgg your pin. "a warm jacket to bring when you leave? You still have a few clothes here with me... the ones you left..."

Then as soon as you enter and the door beeps signaling its locked and closed, San drops the two shopping bag on the floor and cages you in between his arms.

"I've missed you." He mumbles into your ears.

You close your eyes, lean your head on his shoulder and allow him to embrace you tightly. "Me too."

"I'm sorry I've been away this past few weeks..."

"It's okay."

"I wish I could've helped you decorate your place."

"You're so sweet." You whirl around to face your lover. "I know you are really not into Christmas really... it's fine. I don't want to force you to do it every year with me."

"No..." he pulls you in closer and places his hand at the back of your head. "It's important to you... so I have to... you know you are my everything. And I will do anything to make you happy."

"Aww..." you lay your head on his chest. "You're the sweetest tough guy that I know."

He tenses a little. "I should be the only sweet and tough guy you know!"

You laugh at his reaction. Your lover is a jealous type and he does not know or even tries to hide it. You sometimes like to tease him about it.

"Hmm... I don't think so..." you let go of him and take the two shopping bags from the floor and go straight to the kitchen. "I know a few..." you add before you start unpacking the groceries

"Baby..." he follows you to the kitchen.

"I have classmate and still friends with are tough guys. They are sweet and kind too."

"Who? What do they do? Are you talking to them? I need to know details about them!" He is sulking

While you on the other hand, just enjoying his reaction. "Also... Wooyoung..."

"Who??!?"

"Wooyoung..." you repeat. "He's the first guy whoever protected me... from the bad guys..."

He goes silent.

"He protected me to the bullies in highschool. He's a cool guy. And....sweet."

He is though. Wooyoung is such a good person and reliable.

"Is that the guy from earlier?"

You nod as you finish the rest of the unpacking. "We finally saw each other after two years..."

"You knew him before me?" He sounds a bit hurt

"Yes. I know him since highschool." You answer before you walk out of the kitchen and finally removing your coat and scarf revealing your knitted top. "He migrated abroad with his family..."

"Is he your ex?" His face suddenly changes. He's not sulky anymore. He's more on the really jealous San now.

You appoach your lover, who's standing in the middle of the room, take his hand and kiss his knuckles.

"No..." you suddenly reasurre him. "Don't get jealous okay? He's a friend."

"But you hugged him... three times." He pouts

"Because I was so happy to see him plus he told me good news." You put your hands around his waist and give him a quick smooch on his lips. "He got married and expecting his first baby..."

"Oh." San's lips slowly curves into a smile.

"So... now you're smiling."

"Well..." his cheekbones show his happiness

"Why are you getting jealous all the time huh? You know you're my only lover..."

"They are a lot of hunters in this world baby. And you are one heck of a prey." He lowers his head, leaving delicate kisses on your jaw. "If only I could tell the whole world you are my queen...my everything... then boys will not try to hit on you."

"It's okay... and I don't care about those boys... I have you. My Sannie. You are all I need and want in my life."

"Aww baby..." his hands goes lower, cupping your ass with both hands. "I love you..."

"I love you too."

He hums and then nuzzles his face with yours. "Maybe I should stay for the night..." he smiles, "What do you think?"

"I think you should..." you whisper before crashing your lips to his.

The sweet smooch gets deeper the moment he opened his mouth and allowed you to explore your tongue in there.

The sound of your kisses echoes all throughout the apartment. Kisses that are longing and hungry. Kisses that are in duet with his whiny moans.

"Fuck." He smiles and looks at you with endearing eyes. "Baby, you're driving me insane!"

"Do I?" You kiss him again. Teasing him by sucking his lower lip before letting him go.

"Maybe let's have dessert first before we have dinner." He pulls you up and you automatically wrapped your legs around his hips. "I'll cook later... don't worry."

"I love desserts." You say

"Perfect."

He carries you from the living room to your bedroom. He slowly puts you down in bed, sitting, before he goes down to his knees so you're eye to eye.

"May I undress you?"

"Please..." you kiss him on his cheek. "My Sannie."

A grin forms on his lips. He starts from pulling your knitted sweater off, revealing your black bra filled with your plump breasts. Then his hands goes from your behind to unzip your skirt. You helped him by getting up a little so he can pull it down in a go.

"Hmm." He bow down his head and lay his cheek on your thighs.

"You're so warm..." you murmur. You placed your hand on his bare face.

"I'm warm because of you." He raise his head to look at you. "I am alive because of you."

"San..." you call his name and kiss his forehead.

The way San say you are his everything and his life can sound exaggerated to others. However for him, he meant it. And people will understand why he says it like that if they know the full story how he and you met.

***

You two met more than two years ago. You were on your way home from your work at night. You decided to drop by a pharmacy to buy your first aid kit supplies because you've ran out. You are clumpsy and usually hurt yourself when cooking so you always need it refilled from time to time.

And then while you were on your walk, under the pouring rain, you heard noises from a dark alley just a few blocks away from the pharmacy. At first you wanted to just ignore it but then the moment you saw the guys guys wearing baggy clothes and masks, you made sure you made a sound that will startle them thinking someone is coming. It was effective coz they fled. You saw them ran and you panicked but luckily they didn't hear or saw you. As you were hiding from across the street.

You waited a few minutes before completely running across to check who got hurt.

When you got there, San was on the floor. He was beaten up, sitting and his back leaning on the wall. His eyes were closed and not answering you when you asled him if he's fine so what you did was dial the hotline, for help.

However, after a few rings San abruptly grabs your phone and ends the call.

"What are you doing?" You asked, panicking. "We need to call the ambulance... or the police..."

"No." San insisted. "I can't go to a hospital."

"Why not? You're bleeding!"

Blood was running down the concrete and straight to the drainage.

"It's not deep." He mumbled

"What the heck? You are bleeding! You might die!"

He smiled at you even his face was bruised and his one eye barely opening. "If you keep talking loud... they'll come back. And then we'll both die."

You covered your mouth and looked around.

"Just help me get up and go to my car."

"Are you sure?" You say quietly

"Yes. I can't go to the hospital nor the police right now." He grunted as he tries to get up slowly. You helped him immediately. "I have my first aid kit in my car."

"I have to... in my bag." You said as you try to carry his weight, his arm around you.

"Good girl." He said.

You helped him with his cut. You are not the bravest person in the world but back then you managed to clean his cut, staple it, covered it with bandage and even helped him get into his new set of clothes.

Yeah, the day you first met San you already saw him naked. You were stunmed when he asked you to undress him completely especially when you saw his length up close and personal. But you forced yourself to be focus that time. And hurray to that you managed to undress and dress him.

"I'm sorry... this is our first time meeting..." he said, grunting in pain.

"It's fine. Glad I could help." You said as you finally relax beside him at the backseat.

"You're wet."

"Excuse me?" Your eyes widened, making laugh

"I meant... your clothes."

"Oh." You blushed so bad. Embarassed.

"I have one extra shirt. It's big enough to be your dress... if you want to..."

You didn't answered him.

"I'll look away. Promise."

"Okay. I don't want to get sick."

You picked the extra black shirt from his luggage. You started to undress the second he looked away. The car is heavily tinted and the parking lot is closed so no one is around except you two and his car. So you felt a bit at ease undressing even you should not.

Long story short. After that night, San became obsessed with you.

He thanked you hundred of times and made sure to get to know you. He thought he was doing all of it because he's just thankful. That's it. But then even just a stranger, when you almost got into trouble because of his life, he learn how important you are to him.

Since then San kept you safe. You have guards 24/7 and always around you. And because of that almost incident, you can't publicy reveal your relationship.

***

"Your scent...I love how you smell..." he murmurs. "It's the same scent I smelled when we first met." He kisses your skin in between your thighs.

Slowly he peels the thights off you revealing your cold skin.

"You're wet." He smiles again. Then kisses your stomach sending chills all over your body.

"Because of you..." you say as you lay your back on the bed.

He climbs on top of you slowly as he kisses every inch of skin. "My one and only..." he hums

"Your one and only..." you say before closing your eyes and absorbing all the sparky kisses he's giving you.

He pauses when he reached your shoulder so he can slip off his shirt, exposing his buff yet lean body.

"Look at me." He says

You open your eyes, seeing his pecks, firm arms and tight abs. "You're so beautiful..." you mumble

He leans back down so he could kiss you again. He sucks your tongue before he insert his to your mouth. Exploring every bits of you.

"Oh San..." you moan his name as you switch places with him.

You are now on top. Lips still attached to his whilst you unhook your bra and throw it on the floor.

You take his hand and make sure he gets a handful of you. "Damn..." he snarls looking down and admiring your bouncy breast.

"I love it when you touch me." You breathe as you watch him enjoy squishing your boobs while you move your hips, making sure your clothed wet core is rubbing over his still covered dick.

"You sound naughty..." he smirks, reaching for another kiss.

"Only for you." You kiss back.

Everything is going smoothly and steamy between you two. You continue to make out and enjoy every bits of moment you can have. Not until San's phone rings.

"Oh for fuck's sake." He throws his head back, frustrated.

"Answer it. It might be important..." you say as you stop kissing and licking his peck.

"I'll make it quick." He says before he picks up the call. "Yes?" His voice changes in seconds. Firm and husky.

You don't mind him working like being on meetings or doing phone calls when you are together. You understand his job. All that matters to you is, he's with you.

***

The call have now passed 15minutes. You are starting to get bored. You know the call is important. It sounds important. However, you are as horny as fuck. You two have been making out and teasing each others kinks since earlier so your naughty hat is on.

You smile to yourself as an idea hits you. "I love you..." you whisper, which he can only hear.

His glances down at you quickly, smiling, before he continued listening to the person across the line.

The smile is not enough for you as a reaction. You get up on your knees and kneel between his legs. He is watching you. You already got his attention just by showing him again your figure.

"I love you..." you whisper again. But this time it sounded more alluring.

You bend down to reach the waistband of his sweatpants and pull it down, just enough to let his length free. He is hard as a rock.

"Baby..." he whispers his phone is away from his face.

"I'm entertaining myself as I wait." You answer.

"Ah, yes I'm still here. Sorry." He says to the person he's talking too.

Lowering your head, you open your mouth and let your tongue touch the tip of his length. You could feel his body tenses as you do it more.

"Ahm... yeah. I get it." His voice breaks for a bit there. He cleared his throat and then grabs your one wrist with his free hand. "Maybe... we should wait." He says

He is referring to you but I guess his answer matches the topic they are talking about. But as you being a tiny bit naughty tonight, you shake your head and continued to tease him.

Giving him little kisses and licks at the beginning before fully sucking him hard and whole.

You watch him as pleasure him. He's working so hard not the break and moan your name like the usual.

You know he likes what you are doing. He is leaking and his length is twitching at every swirl of your tongue around it.

"Can we talk about this some other day?" He snaps. "I just need to fuck my girlfriend now or I'll explode." He was silent for three seconds and then, "good." Then he ends the call and throws his phone on the floor.

"Who is that?" You got worried by him saying he'll fuck you instead of continueing the business call.

"It's Seonghwa. And don't worry about him." He grabs you by your hair pulls you a bit closer. "Focus on sucking my dick... and make me cum."

A grin spreads across your lips. "What will be my reward... if I make you..." you then teasingly lick from bottom to tip. "Cum?"

He grabs you by your jaw and kisses the corner of your lips. "I'll fuck you 'till sunrise and make sure you can't walk... meaning you will need my help for you to visit your parents..."

You giggle, excited and challenged. "Okay... challenge accepted."

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pastel-peach-writes · 5 months

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bro I love your storys so much😭especially the catvi ones lol just wanted to ask if it was possible since it's winter time, to write a Christmas special with Caitlyn and vi× reader where it's snowing and they're decorating for Christmas and opening presents n'all that holiday related stuff,i would really really appreciate it, idk if it's such a good idea tho lol,but the end of the day it's your choice if you wanna write it or not , and again I love your works,keep doing what your doing,it's literally god work😭🙏

HIII ANON! I love this idea! For those who don't celebrate Christmas, I will be making a more vague/winter headcanons post to make sure everyone is included in some way possible. Happy holidays and New Year to everyone!

Merry Christmas (Ya Filthy Animal) | CaitVi Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of CaitVi spending Christmas with you!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, Sapphic Fluff, No Use of Y/n, Mention of Modern AU

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– One thing about babygirl Vi is that she absolutely loves Christmas.

– When she was younger and with her parents, they did occasional Christmas activities, but nothing serious. Then with Vander and Powder, Vi tried to keep the Christmas spark alive for her sister, but eventually, the two of them lost the Christmas spark as they grew older.

– Despite wanting to rekindle her love for Christmas, Vi never had the time or resources to (ya know, being in prison and all).

– So, with you and Caitlyn, she gets to act like a kid again.

– She forces you guys awake super early on a weekend to get a real Christmas tree, cider or hot cocoa, and to shop for some decorations.

– Caitlyn's a casual enjoyer of Christmas.

– Her family celebrated, but celebrating to the Kirammans meant fancy and stuck-up dinners, stiff Christmas dresses, and getting clothes you didn't like as a child.

– Caitlyn much preferred the romanticization of Christmas like baking cookies, taking your partner(s) out into the snow to dance in the streets, reading by the fire, and listening to Christmas songs while decorating the house.

– Also, the Kirammans believed in fake trees to avoid mess and hired someone to decorate the house once they felt Cait was old enough to remember decorating for Christmas. (so like, age 8 is when they began to hire people).

– You can imagine Caitlyn's worry when Vi first brought up chopping down a tree and dragging it into the house.

–– In Vi's words, the trees you see before the tree farm are better in height, thickness, and smell.

A grunt came from the buff pinkette. She lodged her axe into the tree's thick bark, barely making a scratch. "I'm sure, Cupcake. Come on, I've seen movies about this."

"Oh, yeah? And how did that work out for them?" you chimed.

Vi let out a sarcastic laugh. "It went just fine." – –

– After the initial shock was gone and pine droppings were scattered throughout the house, Caitlyn found herself buzzing with excitement. Vi was right. The smell of pine-scented ornaments and sprays was nothing compared to the real thing.

– Just don't tell Vi that.

– When it comes to decorating the house and the tree, you guys have a routine and assigned roles.

– Vi gets the tree, brings it in, and sets it up. You two help her of course. When everything is set up, Caitlyn goes to bake the cookies you guys made last night, Vi cleans up the tree mess (and hides the damage she made on the floors), and you start decorating the mantle.

– When your jobs are completed, you gather to decorate the tree together.

– Each year someone is assigned to put the star on top of the three. This year, it's your turn!

– Vi is a person who puts the star on before the tree is decorated while Caitlyn likes to do it last. As for you, you do whatever makes you happy.

– If you do it before, Vi cheers while Caitlyn recoils in playful disgust.

– If you do it after, Vi will try to coax you into putting the star on top but fails each time. When you finally put the star on the tree, Caitlyn sighs out of relief and takes a step back to admire the tree.

– More like a modern AU of things, VI LOVES HOME ALONE. One is her favorite, and the others are irrelevant to her.

– She wants to name a future child, or pet, Kevin, but you and Cait won't allow her.

– Naming someone, or something, that name puts them up for failure. You already have a rambunctious scamp named Vi, you don't need another named Kevin.

– As for presents, you guys like to do stockings, gift exchanges, and your own gift trade.

– In your household, one person is responsible for the other's stocking. Exp: you would have Cait's, Vi has you, and Cait has Vi,

– Though you guys try to keep it a secret, who had who is obvious. Caitlyn likes to gift thoughtful and useful gifts for the stocking stuffers, Vi just does whatever makes her laugh and what reminds her of y'all.

– One year, Caitlyn got a porcelain broken witch's shoe. The reason? The witch shoe reminds Vi of Caitlyn's heels and the broken part reminds Vi of the one time Cait stubbed her toe so hard that she misshaped the toe of her shoe.

– Vi laughed so hard she was redder than Santa's suit. Meanwhile, Caitlyn looked like she swapped faces with the Grinch.

– As for gift exchanges, Caitlyn's "uppy tighty rich" friends host a Christmas party each year.

– You three dominate the competition by bringing the best and worst gifts ever.

– The worst gifts are funnier ones, courtesy of Vi, and the better gifts you three brainstormed on and spent hours shopping for. (Sorry, Vi)

– Each year, the gifts are a hoot and Vi is thankful at least one of Caitlyn's friends knows how to season food.

– As for your own gifts, you each set a price range for individually bought gifts. This way, you can buy a partner a lot of cheaper gifts or one really big one.

– You three also set out separate times to go shopping in pairs to buy gifts.

– So, you and Vi would go shopping to get a shared gift for Caitlyn, the same with you and Cait for Vi, and then Vi and Caitlyn for you.

– The budget for those gifts is kinda all over the place, but you each have an idea of the price range because you know what the other gifts are.

– On the big day, you three start by changing into your matching PJs, if you haven't fallen asleep in them already, washing your faces together, and herding into the kitchen.

– In the kitchen, Vi is in charge of making breakfast pancakes. She's not in charge because she's good or anything, no. Instead, she's in charge because she tries to make the pancakes holiday-shaped but fails miserably.

– You and Caitlyn take joy in guessing what shape the pancake is supposed to be.

– You focus on the other aspects of breakfast like the meat, eggs, grits or rice, etc. Whatever you see fit, you make.

– This leaves Caitlyn to make the hot drinks which is more like an unspoken rule.

– When the three of you first moved in together, you and Vi would make Caitlyn's coffee for her because she had long nights and early mornings. This would be one thing to take off her morning list, right?

– WRONG.

– With each new attempt, the coffee always came out wrong to Caitlyn.

– At first, the mistakes made sense.

– "Vi, I'm chewing grounds in my coffee." "Darling, this is Earl Grey, not coffee."

– But once you and Vi got the hang of things, her reasons got nitpicky.

– "This roast isn't dark enough." "Too dark." "Is this decaf?" "Is this even the right brand of coffee?"

– Eventually, you and Vi studied her when she made her coffee and jolted the recipe down. But, even following her routine to the exact "T" wasn't good enough.

– – "You know what?" Vi huffed, tossing down the spoon she used to scoop the coffee beans. "I don't want to do this anymore. Day in and day out, we always get her 'order' wrong. I don't think it's worth the extra hour of getting up."

With a heavy sigh, you stare into the empty mug you held. Deep down, you knew Vi was right but you both agreed to take on the challenge and to one day give Caitlyn her perfect cup of joe. It couldn't be the end already...

It's only been a year and 36 days!

"Yeah," you said putting the mug back in the cupboard. "Maybe we're not good coffee makers, Vi." Vi slung her arm around your shoulders, grinning proudly.

"I'm fine with that, Muffin. Are you?"

Feeling some sort of accomplishment stir inside you, you nod and match her grin. "Yeah, actually. Like you said, we get an extra hour of sleep back."

45 minutes later, Caitlyn woke up to no coffee on her nightstand. Relief washed over her and she smiled after coming to. Finally, the war was over.

Caitlyn could make her coffee and have her mornings to herself before going to work.

Here's a little secret about Caitlyn: she didn't want you guys making her coffee in the first place. Her coffee was the one thing she had to control over on weekdays. She didn't want anyone else taking that from her. – –

– Since then, Caitlyn has been in charge of making her own coffee and other hot drinks on Christmas day.

– After eating breakfast and trying to guess the shapes of pancakes, you three gather in the living room and open up stockings.

– Of course, Caitlyn already has the fireplace on and Christmas music playing softly in the background.

– As for opening the actual gifts, Cait's the type to open them up carefully and precisely. Vi is as violent as Jinx when it comes to opening up her wrapped gifts.

– Vi likes to say, "No way!" or laugh really loudly when she gets a gift she wasn't expecting.

– Caitlyn's smile takes over her face, her eyes beaming. Her cheeks get pink as she realizes you and Vi pay more attention to her than she thought and then she says a sheepish "thank you".

– It happens every year and you wouldn't change it for the world.

– When you open your gifts, the girls cling onto each other and giggle when you open a gift they said you weren't getting.

– "HA! Bet you thought you weren't getting that, huh, Muffin?" "That is the right one, yes? We knew you wanted it for a while."

– If they ever remember to get a camera, they forget every year, they take pictures of your sweet face and cute cheeks when you open up your gifts.

– People's hearts and bodies typically warm up after having something hot, but Vi and Cait's warm at the sight of your smile and pure joy.

– Your essence and feeling is the only thing that can't be captured with a photograph, but Caitlyn and Vi are grateful to experience it first hand.

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silvergyus · 1 month

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i was thinking about what type of person txt would be in a relationship with lol and yeonjun with a nerd is just making me 😵‍💫😵‍💫 like someone who is just a loser and never stops yapping but he’s just like “yeah tell me more 🥰”

yeonjun with a nerd 😭

I can see the relationship similar to his relationship with taehyun (but obviously more ~romantic~ lol) in the way that he just adores you and wants to hear your yapping. when tyun starts talking about science with his big sparkly eyes and the other members look at him fondly? that, but it's your sweet boyfie jjunie and you're curled up in his bed together just rambling about the universe

bonus points if you're a nerd about music stuff. mention his vinyl collection and how vinyl records work + how they're made vs cds and streaming and sound quality and specific hookups. he's staring at you smiling and soaking it in. and then, what do you know, he's upgrading his set up based on what you said.

but also like, imagine you're really into biology or nature and similar fields. going to the zoo together and yeonjun is so excited bc he absolutely adores pandas and you're excited about conservation efforts and the two of you just absolutely geeking out at the panda exhibit

or, I feel like he would just ask you silly questions all the time. your phone would just buzz with a text from him and it would be like "why do we have fingernails" and he'd be delighted when you knew the answer (I actually don't know the answer lol)

and he would absolutely brag about you to the other members. imagine he's on a quiz show or a trivia episode of todo and he gets a question right because he remembers you getting really animated talking about it and he's so so happy he maybe even lets slip that he learned it from his partner but definitely gives you lots of kisses all over your face when he gets home with his prize since you're his lucky charm and smartie pants nerd who taught him everything

#he would be so proud of you it would be so cute #tysm for sending me this 🩷#sorry for letting it sit in my inbox for ages #txt fluff #txt soft thoughts #yeonjun soft hours #ari's mailbox 📬#mutuals 🥰#txt: yeonjun

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ssa-montgomery · 1 year

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we're slaves to any semblance of touch (part 2)

Part 1

Word Count: 7833

Summary: It's been a couple of days since Y/N lost her virginity to Daryl Dixon and they're trying to navigate their new relationship and their feelings towards one another.

Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader, Maggie Rhee

Warnings: Swearing, gossiping with Maggie, fluff, talk of feelings and relationships, some insecure Daryl, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk, some praise kink, unprotected sex, lingerie, doggy style

A/N: I hadn't originally planned to make this a two-part one-shot but I got some requests on here for more of this story and I couldn't resist! I leaned a bit more into exploring their relationship in this one but there is still some very fun smut too! I don't know why but I always find the second part hardest to write, I'm always a little nervous it won't live up to the standard of the first so I hope you all enjoy this just as much! As of posting this, it is after midnight so it's technically the 26th but I still want to wish you all a very happy holiday season if you celebrate! Now, Merry Christmas ya filthy animals, enjoy your smut ;)

Feedback is what motivates me to work so please let me know what you think! Reblogs are also greatly appreciated.

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The light of the sun was blinding as it bounced off the metal gate of the prison in front of you, forcing your attention to the side view mirror as you attempted to shield your eyes. You could see the view behind you reflected back, the sun hanging low over the tree line you'd just emerged from while it lit up the sky in shades of orange and pink. It was beautiful but you were also reminded that you were once again returning later than you would have liked. Rick murmured something next to you, most likely talking to himself you assumed but either way you had other matters on your mind.

You'd promised Maggie a gossip session as soon as you were home and you were sure she'd be waiting for you. She'd seen everything that day you'd left her alone in the watch tower. From the subtle touches sitting by Daryl's bike to the way you'd led him away, disappearing into the empty cellblock for over an hour before emerging, dishevelled and wearing his worn-down shirt. The next time she'd seen you alone she practically cornered you in the laundry room, trying to pry any information she could from you about what happened but Carol called for your help just in time to save you from her questions.

You bid your goodbyes to Rick after you helped him unload everything you'd managed to grab on the supply run and set off in the direction of the first place you could think to check for Maggie. It was the right choice, Maggie already waiting for you when you rounded the corner. She was sitting in one of your favourite spots in the prison, an old wooden bench tucked away in the far corner of the courtyard. During the day the courtyard was busy, filled with the buzz of everyone going about their days and the bench let you sit together, watching everyone while still being far enough away that they couldn't hear as you gossip about them and swapped stories of everything that happened in the prison that week.

Her face lit up when she spotted you quickly making your way across the courtyard towards her, a certain excited spark in her eyes that spelt trouble for you. From your brief exchange during her earlier ambush, you knew she was full of questions about everything that happened and if you were being quite honest with yourself, you were glad to have someone to share it with, to finally be able to say it all out loud.

It had been a couple of days now since what happened with Daryl and yet it was still the only thing on your mind. It was the only thing you wanted to talk about but it simply wasn't an appropriate conversation topic with certain members of your group until you knew Daryl was comfortable with people knowing. Every moment you had was consumed by the thoughts of it. Of him. When you did let your mind wander a little too far in that direction it was like you could still feel his hands all over you, hear his harsh breath in your ear as he hovered over you, feel the pressure of -

You shook your head, snapping your mind back to reality as you calmed your now racing thoughts. You took a seat next to Maggie, crossing one leg over the other as you hoped she didn't notice the subtle way you pressed your thighs together while you did it, trying to ignore the growing ache between them at the flashbacks to what exactly Daryl had done to you.

"There ain't no runnin' away from me now." Maggie chuckled as she threw her arm over the back of the bench, turning to face you as she gave her full attention to you, ready for the hottest gossip the prison had seen in a long time. "Carol ain't here to save you with chores and I want my answers."

"Okay fine." You gave in, shooting her a teasing smile at her determination to get you to confess. She'd been one of your most loyal friends since you met her back at her daddy's farm and you knew she'd been rooting for the two of you ever since you first told her about your crush.

Having you and Daryl possibly become more public about your relationship would also take some of the spotlight away from her and Glenn being the freshest couple at the prison which you were sure she'd be grateful for too. There wasn't much form of entertainment at the end of the world and everyone admittedly including yourself and Daryl had taken to teasing the new couple.

She just wanted to see you happy after everything you'd been through and you knew even if she didn't say it out loud, she wanted the best for Daryl too. Even if she wouldn't hesitate to kick his ass if he found a way to mess this up and break your heart. "Ask away, whatever you want to know."

"Well, first and most importantly, I want to hear you say it." You opened your mouth to protest but you quickly fell silent when it was met with a stern look from Maggie. You should have known she'd bring this up, wanting to claim her bragging rights in the whole situation. She playfully shoved your shoulder when you rolled your eyes at her, sticking out your tongue. "Come on, you know exactly what I want and we're not moving on until you say it."

"Thank you Maggie I would have been far too much of a coward to make a move without your encouragement and I owe the whole relationship to you." You raised your voice an octave, faking a sweet, innocent voice as you dramatically sighed. Maggie snorted at your performance and the two of you burst out into a fit of laughter.

"So is a relationship then? You two decided to date or was there even much time for talkin' 'bout it?" She asked, it was a more serious question now but there was still that suggestive tone lacing her voice on the last part of her question.

"Hey behave yourself you! We talked alright? It wasn't all just us - I mean we haven't talked properly about the whole couple thing yet but it's not a one-night stand, that much is clear." You'd known for a long time now that there was nothing you wanted more than a relationship with Daryl. The sex with him was obviously incredible but there was something about the gentle intimacy between the two of you that you couldn't get over.

He made you feel safe in a world that was the furthest thing from it. You wanted more from him, more of the soft touches he allowed himself when he thought no one was looking, the touch on your waist as he passed behind you on a run or the gentle tap on your shoulder to get your attention. He wasn't a very public person but you wanted to show everyone how much you meant to each other. "There were a couple of mentions of a next time and he seemed genuine about it."

"You really do care 'bout him huh?" Maggie let her head tip to the side with a gentle sigh as she watched the hopeful and loving look settle over your features while you spoke. You didn't need to say anything, the answer to her question was written all over your face. You'd never been able to hide the fact that the simple mention of his name lit up your eyes in the purest way. You'd never cared for anyone like this and it felt as if no one else could understand how deep these feelings for him ran. Maybe there was a part of you that couldn't even quite grasp it yourself. There was a shift in the innocent atmosphere you'd lost yourself in when you looked up and met her gaze, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Was the sex at least as good as you'd hoped after all that waitin'?"

"Maggie." You shot her an exasperated look at her question, a slight blush creeping up on your cheeks. Good didn't exactly feel like a big enough word to describe how Daryl made you feel but you weren't about to give Maggie a detailed description of that.

"Oh come on, Daryl Dixon is one of the most secretive, private people in this community and you ain't gonna tell me what he's like when you strip all that away? Or you know, strip him down in your case."

"It was incredible. It was everythin' I could ever have dreamed of and yet so much more. He's a true gentleman under all that fight and snark with one hell of an inappropriate way of talkin' and that is all the information you're gettin' outta me on the matter." You stated, reinforcing your point by raising your hands in the air at the first sign of protest from her. You may have had more experience now but it was still a topic that made you flustered to think about and you weren't willing to discuss the details of your sex life with others yet.

"I really am glad to see you this happy Y/N," Maggie said then reaching a hand out to hold yours where it was sitting in your lap. Her tone was more serious now, trying to make sure you heard her as she gave your hand a light squeeze. "You two deserve each other."

"Thank you, Maggie. Jokin' aside I really do appreciate you pushin' me to make that first move." You watched something in her expression change as you spoke, an amused glint shining in her eyes as they focused on something behind you.

"I guess that's my cue to leave, here comes your lover boy." You were only briefly aware of the chuckle Maggie let out as she stood up from the bench, watching you spin around at full speed. You could feel your heart skip a beat when you saw Daryl walking towards you. He nodded politely to Maggie who shot you one last knowing look over her shoulder before she passed by him, disappearing through the door he'd just walked out of.

He was wearing one of his cut-up shirts, the sleeves frayed where he'd taken a knife to them, cutting away the material that now showed off his muscular arms to you. You were staring, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Not anymore. It was one of your favourite looks on him and maybe if he knew it, it would convince him to wear them a little more often.

You offered Daryl a warm smile as you waved to him, catching your bottom lip between your teeth in a nervous habit as he made his way towards you. It had been challenging to find time to talk to Daryl since that night, a busy couple of days keeping the two of you apart more than you would have liked. It made your heart race as you thought about being alone with him again.

Things had changed between the two of you since that night, that was for sure. You could see it in the subtle things, like the way he was looking at you now. The soft expression on his face betrayed his usual attempt at a colder front as he sat down next to you, his eyes drifting across your face. He didn't hide from you anymore the way he used to.

Now when you felt his eyes on you throughout the day you'd look up to be greeted by the sight of his blue eyes staring into yours and not the embarrassed expression you'd grown used to as he'd try to look away. There was something calmer between the two of you now, almost safer. As if you didn't have to worry anymore, the fear that the other didn't feel the same was finally gone.

"Hey, you." You greeted him, your voice soft as you spoke, unable to hide the smile that broke wide across your face. You tucked one leg up underneath your body as you shifted in your seat, turning to face him as you moved closer. You didn't touch him, not yet, as you tried to gauge the mood of the conversation first but in an instant, it was like everything fell away around you and he was all that mattered.

"Hi." His voice was quiet, almost shy and you could see that small smile that seemed to now be reserved for you and you alone tugging at his lips. It was almost overwhelming for you at times, knowing you got this side of Daryl that nobody else saw, the side that was saved for your quiet moments together when he felt safest. His hand fell to your thigh as he used his grip there to pull you closer towards his side until you were touching, shoulder to shoulder as you leaned into the contact. "What were ya talkin' 'bout with Maggie?"

"Just some handsome redneck that's supposedly wandering around the prison." You teased gently bumping your shoulder into his, hearing him chuckle at you as he pushed back against your shoulder.

"So, yer uh - yer tellin' people 'bout what happened between us then?" There was a slight nervousness in his voice as he spoke, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his pants as he tried to distract himself, not wanting to give away how he really felt.

"Oh well, you know not really. Maggie - Maggie doesn't count. Not in a bad way it's just, she's the one who had to practically push me face first into you to get me to make a damn move so she would have figured it out come hell or high water anyway and I sort of owed her an answer. She's my best friend." You explained with a light laugh hoping to lighten the slight tension Daryl seemed to be holding. You hadn't really thought about the fact that Daryl might not want people to know about what happened between the two of you and the last thing you wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable. You just hoped his reaction didn't mean he regretted what had happened. "We don't have to tell people if you don't wanna, it can stay between us."

"In that case, remind me to send that woman a damn gift basket." That sly teasing smirk that you loved so much was back on his face, his eyes watching yours closely as he gently slid his hand into yours. His skin was warm, grounding you in the moment as he laced his fingers with yours, running his thumb along yours. "We ain't gotta hide this if ya wanna tell people. I ain't ashamed of ya or what we did. Just - didn't think you'd want everyone knowin' ya were datin' some redneck like me. Besides if Maggie knows, she's told Glenn, whole prison's gonna know by tomorrow. After the farm, we all know how he is with secrets."

"Datin'?" You tried to mask the giddiness in your voice as you spoke but you were sure the spark in your eyes would give you away. You tilted your head slightly, cocking an eyebrow at him as your mask started to crack, a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. It felt so cliché and school-girl-like to think but you could feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach when you heard Daryl say those words. He made you feel like a love-sick teenager and you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Uh, I didn't mean - just meant that we - if you don't wanna - sorry that was stupid to say." You watched him worry the inside of his cheek with his teeth before he couldn't take your gaze anymore, dropping his eyes to his lap. His hair fell down hiding his face from you in the dim light but you could see his nerves clearer than ever in the way he fidgeted with his hands. It was sweet really, the way the archer that was unaffected by almost everything melted into a flustered mess in front of you.

"Daryl." You said softly as you caught his cheek in your hand, tilting his face up until he had no choice but to meet your eyes again. You gave him a warm smile, reassuring him that he hadn't scared you off in any way. You could see him immediately start to relax at the contact, his hands finally stilling in his lap. "I like the sound of that, us datin'. Of course I want everyone to know 'bout us, why wouldn't I? I never wanted us to just be some secret that was all 'bout sex."

"Yeah? Good 'cus you ain't ever gettin' rid of me now." There were times when Daryl didn't feel worthy of you. Times when he felt that someone like you deserved better than him but he was done letting that hold him back from being happy. He leaned in and closed the space between you, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss.

You melted into the feeling and let your thumb run over the stubble on his cheek as your lips started to move against his, deepening the kiss. It didn't matter to you that you were still only learning the curve of Daryl's lips, you'd craved this ever since that day. You thought maybe no matter how long you had this in your life you'd crave it. Maybe you would always crave the taste of burnt cigarettes and coffee that was so distinctly Daryl's.

Before you could even stop yourself you were giving in to the impulses growing in your mind, pulling yourself even closer to him as his hand found its way to your hair, tugging at the loose strands to deepen the kiss. You shifted up onto your knees and threw your leg over him so you were straddling his lap, your hands fisting in the front of his shirt. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth when you parted your lips for him. You were starting to lose any rational thought, forgetting that you were still sitting in a very public part of the prison as Daryl's hands slid down your back until they were groping at your ass.

You were snapped back to reality when you heard the sound of rattling metal somewhere just behind you, the sudden fear that there was someone else out here with you seeping into your bones. It was late, but not late enough that you could count on everyone in the prison already being asleep. You could feel more than hear Daryl's laugh rumbling against your skin where he'd buried his face into the crook of your neck when you pulled away from the kiss. Your eyes were darting around, scanning the area for the source of the noise with a panicked expression.

"We're in the furthest corner of the prison, you can hear the fence from 'ere. Just walkers that's all. No need to be worryin' yer pretty little head 'bout it." Daryl reassured you, bringing a hand up to brush away the stray hairs that had fallen into your face. You let out a weak laugh at your own nerves and Daryl placed a light kiss against your lips. "Why don't we head back to the cell? Enjoy some time to ourselves?"

"Daryl please yes. I haven't been able to stop thinkin' 'bout you." Your words came out breathy, sounding more like a plea than you'd intended but judging by the dark look in his eyes Daryl seemed more than satisfied by your answer. It wasn't far back to the cell the two of you had now claimed as your own and you held out your hand to Daryl as you pushed yourself off his lap. He happily accept your hand and you raced back across the courtyard together, not willing to part from each other for a second longer than necessary.

When you finally reached the cell you were barely through the door a second and his hands were on your waist again, pining you against the bars as he met you in a bruising kiss. Your back collided with the cell door in a way you were sure would leave bruises in the morning but right now, you couldn't bring yourself to care. It felt like things were moving faster this time. There were no longer the nerves you both had about making the first move now that you'd solidified your relationship and you were starting to find your confidence. The more experience you gained the more sure you became in pressing things further, moving faster.

Your hands untucked his shirt from his pants, pushing under the fabric to find the muscles of his stomach, clinging to the warm feeling of his skin under your touch. You had no idea what this man was doing to you, you'd never dreamed that you could need someone this badly but you were growing addicted to the high he brought you whenever his hands were on your body. You didn't think you could survive without him.

"I've missed ya." He breathed out, his muscles tensing under your hands as his mouth dropped down to kiss below your jaw. He nipped at the sensitive skin before soothing his tongue over it. Not caring what marks he left now that he knew you wanted to go public. "Missed this. Feelin' ya under my mouth. Havin' my hands on this perfect body."

You couldn't form an answer, already growing dizzy as your lungs screamed for air while Daryl pulled you into another frantic kiss, his tongue finding yours as his grip on you grew tighter. Nothing seemed to be enough for him, his hands moved up from your waist, gliding along your sides under your shirt bunching up the material to reveal more of your skin as he went.

His movements stopped and you could see the way his eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with lust until they almost entirely swallowed the blue of his eyes. The tips of his fingers had pressed far enough up your sides to finally catch the soft lace of your bra and the feeling of it seemed to snap something inside him.

He didn't waste a second longer as he reached for the hem of your loose shirt and threw it over your head not giving a damn where it landed as he dropped it to the ground next to you. He took a step back for a moment, his fingers tracing across the swell of your breasts as he took in the sight of what you were wearing. It was a lacy push-up bra in a deep maroon colour with black lacing that ran over the cups. The padding inside made you look easily a cup size bigger and the plunge between your cleavage left very little to the imagination, in fact, you weren't sure how you hadn't already spilt out of the cups. It was certainly a far cry from the flimsy washed-out sports bra you wore the last time Daryl had seen you like this.

"Just when I thought yer tits couldn't get any prettier ya go and wrap 'em up in lace." His voice was low as he spoke, heavy with the strength it was taking to hold himself back from not ripping the bra off you right there and then. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the way they moved with the steady rise and fall of your chest. "Did ya pick that out just for me? Did ya know how wild it would drive me?"

"It's all for you. Always." You nodded sweetly, looking up at him through your heavy lashes. It was rare that you actually looked for clothes for yourself anymore, usually just taking whatever was available and in a similar size but during your first supply run after your night with Daryl you'd found yourself in a clothing store. There was a lingerie section tucked away in the corner of the store and it had more than inspired a few outfits you knew Daryl would love after your last promise to him. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he'd done with the panties he'd stolen from you that day. "I mean after all I did promise you a cuter pair of panties, didn't I? Why not go for a matchin' set?"

"Damn woman, ya really do know how to treat me right doncha? How did I get so lucky?" Daryl dropped his lips to ghost across your chest, letting his tongue drag across the bare skin as his hands made quick work of your jeans. He pushed them down your legs and let you kick them off to the side to reveal the matching panties.

They sat high on your hips, showing your curves even more than usual and Daryl couldn't deny the effect it was having on him. His fingers danced along the lace on the waistband, just barely dipping past it to feel your warm skin while he mouthed over your breasts through the bra, the feeling still enough to make you arch into the contact. "Get on the bed sweetheart. Spread your legs."

You immediately moved towards the bed, trying to stay as composed as possible as you listened to his every instruction, pushing yourself away from the cell door with unsteady legs. You could feel Daryl's eyes on you the entire time like he was watching every tiny movement, ready to pounce on you at any second as he watched the way your new panties sat highlighting the curve of your ass while you moved. You sat down in the centre of the bed, leaning your weight back on your elbows as you let your head tilt back towards the pillows, the position pushing your breasts out every more in your bra.

You were still new to this, the seduction and teasing part of your relationship but you wanted to learn. You wanted to learn how to rile Daryl up until he couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to look sexy for him. Little did you know it wasn't like you had to try very hard to seduce Daryl, one bat from your eyelashes and he would drop everything and anything for you and fall at your feet.

"Do you have somethin' else in mind that you wanna teach me, Daryl?" You tried to keep your voice steady, holding onto that almost innocent tone in your voice but the way your heart was beating gave you away. It was hammering so hard against your ribs at the thought of what was about to happen that you were sure Daryl could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest from where he was still standing on the opposite side of the cell. Hell, at this rate he could probably hear it with those keen tracking skills of his.

"Oh, I have plenty more to teach ya darlin'." Daryl's voice was gravelly, even more so than usual as he carefully and slowly started to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, making a show out of it as he stalked across the small cell until he was towering over you next to the bed. He waited until he knew you were watching before he let the material fall from his shoulders, throwing it over the desk against the wall.

Even in the dim light, you could see the map of scars littered across his skin. You wanted to reach and touch them, take the time to admire his body even more than you had the first time and in the way he deserved but there was something about the way he was watching you had you frozen in place as you waited for him to make his next move. "But this ain't 'bout what I can teach ya right now. It's 'bout what I'm gonna do to ya. I made you a promise the last time."

Your mind raced as you tried to remember what exactly he had promised you that night, you were so drunk on the feeling of his touch on your skin that after a while his words just became noise. Your lack of memory left you with no idea what was in store for you now and the thought filled you with adrenaline. His hands found your hips as he easily lifted your waist from the bed, moving you until you were propped up against the pillows, your body pinned under his where he had now crawled onto the bed over you.

His lips started at your jaw, slowly leaving wet, open-mouthed down on the side of your throat and across the junction of your neck and shoulder until he met your collarbones. He took his time in leaving a mark there, just above your cleavage where he could be sure the view in that bra was his and his alone. His lips and teeth worked together until there was a purple bruise forming against your skin.

He didn't stop there, continuing his trail down your chest over your bra to your stomach, leaving red marks all across your skin in his wake. He was taking his time to worship every single part of you he could reach with his mouth, kissing across the soft skin of your stomach while his hands caressed up and down your waist. It was only as he dragged his tongue lower down your navel towards the waistband of your panties that you realised what he was doing.

You buried your fingers in his hair, slowly dragging your nails over his scalp as he finally lay completely between your legs, his head placed perfectly between your thighs. He was centimetres away from where you both really wanted him and you could feel every nerve in your body standing on edge with anticipation as his breath fanned out over your skin.

He took in the sight of the dark wet patch that was already growing on the front of your panties and he could feel his boxers getting tighter at the thought of what he was doing to you. He brought a finger up to lightly run through your folds over the material and you let out a gasp at the movement, the lace doing little to dampen the feeling. The sounds tumbling from your mouth only seemed to surge him on as he leaned in and let his tongue follow the same path his finger had just taken.

"Ya know I was wrong last time. You don't just taste sweet, ya taste like fuckin' heaven." Daryl drawled as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs until they landed on the floor. He didn't waste a second, dipping his head back down again to let his tongue lap across you without any barrier this time. "Wasn't enough, just tastin' ya off my fingers but I'm gonna taste every inch of ya now. Could drown in this pussy."

The wet feeling of Daryl's tongue against your clit was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. The pressure was different and yet worlds beyond that of his fingers. You didn't think it could get much better than the orgasm he had given you the first time you'd had sex but hell this might come close. Your eyes snapped shut as your hand tightened in his hair, trying to keep him as close to you as possible as his tongue flatten against you.

He was keeping good on his word, not an inch of you going ignored as his tongue licked at every part of you, flicking at your clit before he turned his attention to your folds again. He took his time, building you up until a whine broke free from your throat before he ran his tongue back over your clit and closed his lips around it, sucking lightly. You might have spent your days admiring just how skilled his fingers were but his tongue was rivalling that, if not beating it with its precision.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, using the new leverage to pin your hips down against the mattress to keep you from rutting against his face at the feeling. Not that he was complaining really, he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him painfully hard every time he thought about the possibility of you using his face like that. Maybe the next time he eat you out he'd let you ride his face and take everything you wanted from him. Each pass of his tongue over your clit made you wetter to the point where you were dripping down his chin and he was chasing every drop, losing himself in your taste.

Your whines and moans of his name were growing louder and louder by the minute as you started to lose control, the scruff on his cheeks burning the insides of your thighs while he held you in place. Everything seemed to be too much and yet not enough all at once as you tried to buck your hips into the feeling despite Daryl's tight grip on you. You could feel yourself rapidly building towards the edge and you couldn't stop yourself, not that you'd want to. The new sensations were too much for your body to hold back from.

"Daryl I'm - I'm so close -" You panted out as your hands desperately tried to find any purchase on his hair, the sheets anything you could reach but you were starting to lose the ability to focus enough to hold onto anything. He kept up his pace on your clit, holding you on that edge while his tongue rolled around your clit in circles. Slowly he started to work you up even more, his lips sucking around your clit again while he slid two fingers inside of you. There was still a slight burn with that first stretch as he pushed his fingers into you but it was easier this time, you'd body already starting to learn to take him.

"C'mon sweetheart, cum for me. Wanna hear ya screamin' my name." Daryl murmured against your skin, barely taking his mouth off you for a second as the sound vibrated through your clit and lit your nerves on fire. That was all it took. His words, the gentle encouragement combined with the feeling of his fingers hooking against your g-spot sent you over the edge, your back arching off the bed.

He lifted his lips away from your clit and slowed the thrusts of his fingers but never fully withdrew them from you, helping you ride through your orgasm with his name a broken cry on your lips. When your body finally stilled he brought a hand up and brushed your hair from your face where it was stuck to the sweat coating your skin, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You whined out at the taste of yourself in his mouth as his tongue ran across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. "Just as fuckin' pretty when yer cummin' for me as I remember. So damn perfect in every way."

"Mhm, Daryl that was incredible." You hummed as you stretched out against the sheets trying to regain control of your body as you slowly came down from your high. You rolled onto your side and let out a content sigh as you settled against the pillows. Daryl chuckled lightly, watching you get comfortable as he collapsed down onto the bed next to you. He gently dragged his fingers up your back, catching on the clasp of your bra before he finally undid it, throwing it aside to join the rest of your clothes. As sexy as the piece looked you had to admit, you were so much more comfortable without it, letting out a relieved groan.

"Trust me, with how good that pussy tastes it was just as good for me, sweetheart." He whispered against your ear, his breath fanning against the already overheated skin of your neck. He'd settled himself behind you now, his hands on your waist as he pulled your back flush against his chest. In this position, you could feel the hard evidence of just how much he'd enjoyed it.

He was trying his best to give you the time to come down from your orgasm, not wanting to overwork you but his erection was straining against his pants and you could feel him pressed against the back of your thigh. His hands were gentle with you, stroking over your stomach and shoulders as he held you close to him, his arms wrapped tightly around you but every now and then he couldn't hold back anymore, rocking his hips against you. Little did he know you were ready to go again from just the feeling of his erection against you alone.

"Daryl." Your voice was quiet as squirmed in his arms but he could tell by your tone that you were planning something. You let one hand slip behind you, reaching to pull at the waistband of his pants. You couldn't quite pull them down at this angle but it was enough for him to get the hint. You'd had your fun but now you wanted to help him have his too. You were less nervous this time and you wanted him to do whatever he wanted with you instead of just worrying about your ability or if he'd hurt you. "Whatever you're thinkin' 'bout, do it. I want you to get off too."

"Nah. Nah c'mon it's only yer second time, I want it to be 'bout you, not me -" He brought a hand up to caress your cheek but instead you caught at his wrist, pressing a kiss to the centre of his palm.

"Daryl." You shot him a heavy-lidded look over your shoulder that said everything he needed to know. You wanted this. You wanted him and the true side of what he wanted, not just him when he was taking care of you. You weren't above begging when you got this worked up either. "Please. I'm all yours to use."

That was all it took for his resolve to break. Once the words left your mouth his hands were on your shoulders, rolling you onto your stomach in a second. His hips were still pressed against yours, pinning you down while you moaned out into the pillow at the sudden movement. Your body was practically humming with excitement at the idea of what was next.

He sat up off you and pulled at the button and zipper of his pants, trying desperately to free himself but you could still feel him there, towering over you with his knees on either side of your waist. His fingertips brushed your neck as he pushed your hair off your back and over one shoulder before placing a soft kiss on the nape of your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair. Just as you melted into the contact he stood up, pushing his pants and underwear down to the ground in movement, leaving you alone on the bed.

"Hands and knees sweetheart." His voice was more demanding than he'd been with you before and the sound of it sent a chill down your spine in the best way possible as you felt his fingers ghosting across your back. You immediately, willing your body to calm the shaking in your hands as you pushed yourself up onto your knees until you were in the position he wanted. "Atta girl."

You felt the bed dip behind you as he knelt in place between your knees, taking in the sight in front of him. He rested his hands on your hips before tightening his grip, tilting them down more until the curve of your back made your ass stick out even more for him. He let his fingertips run across your curves until his hands finally settled over your ass, groping at the flesh there as he spread you open to him.

"D'know how wild ya drive me? D'know how much I stare at this perfect ass when I'm watchin' ya walkin' 'round all day? 'Specially in those lil' shorts ya love to wear when ya know I'm gonna see ya. What do ya think the others think of it huh?" You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you hung on to every word he was saying, waiting for his next move as you kept your head staring at the pillow in front of you. He leaned down and kissed the centre of your back while one hand slipped down to your entrance and carefully pushed two fingers inside of you. You moaned out at the feeling of him working you open as he slowly thrust his fingers in and out. "Should be easier this time, won't hurt as much now. Ya can take it, I know ya can."

His words were softer than before, encouraging you as he worked over before pulling his fingers from you and dropping his hand to instead wrap around the base of his cock. He used your slick that was coating his fingers to lube his cock as he pumped himself before lightly teasing the head through your folds. You arched back, pushing your hips back against him even more as you tried to get him to hurry up. It didn't take much convincing, his body already worked up with how turned on he was and he pushed forward, sliding into you. You groaned out at the feeling but he was right, the pain faded almost instantly, your body adjusting to him quicker this time with the added help of your earlier orgasm.

"S'fuckin' good," Daryl mumbled as his hands gripped your waist trying to steady himself from moving too fast, his hips rocking against you. His hips ground against your ass as he rutted against you, giving you a minute before he started to really move. It felt different than last time in this position, the new angle making Daryl hit your g-spot perfectly. Your breath was forced from your lungs as he finally started to move, your gasps melting into broken cries of his name with every rough thrust. "Yer pussy feels so perfect squeezin' 'round my dick like that sweetheart."

Your mind was already struggling to keep up as you tried to focus on holding yourself up on your hands, each of Daryl's thrusts growing harsher, the force pushing you forward. His thrusts were growing faster with each pass, each movement rougher than the last as he seemed to lose himself in the feeling, letting his body entirely take over. His hands moved from their bruising hold on your waist and snaked up your sides, almost tickling your ribs with featherlight touches before they settled over your breasts, pawing at your chest.

He toyed with your nipples before pinching them between his fingers, the feelings mixing with that of his cock dragging against your walls in the best way possible was becoming too much for you. Your arms became too weak to continue like this, dropping from your hands onto your elbows as you tried to hold on. The drop deepened the arch of your back even more as the movement let Daryl thrust deeper inside you, the feeling making you moan out so loudly you were sure it would hurt your throat in the morning.

"Daryl - fuck I'm - more please -" He brought his fingers to your clit, trying to match his rhyme as he rubbed it in tight circles, making you clench around him. It didn't take much more than that, one last thrust and flick over your clit and you were screaming out his name against the pillow. Your hands grabbed at the sheets as you tried to ride out your orgasm, your body squirming away from Daryl but he tightened his grip on you, not letting up his pace.

"Shit yer gonna make me cum just soundin' like that," Daryl growled out against your ear as you whined out with every thrust, your body starting to become overstimulated. He dropped his grip on your waist which was now the only thing holding you up and let you collapse completely against the bed. He collapsed on top of you, his full weight pressing down on top of you while he pressed his body into your back, continuing to rut against you. He was growing sloppy, his thrusts turning to him grinding against you, unable to maintain the pace he'd originally set as he grew closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck Darlin' - I fuck -"

You reached a hand behind you and buried it in his hair, pulling slightly at the strands as he covered your neck in hot, opened-mouth kisses. His groans were getting more high-pitched now, breaking into moans and curses of your name as his hips snapped against you.

"Come on baby let me feel you cummin' for me." You weren't sure where you found the courage but the words were out of your mouth before you could even process it, surprising even yourself. The encouragement had Daryl's hips stuttering against you while he thrust into you one last time and held himself as close to you as he could as he finally came, panting out against your skin.

It took him a minute to fully recover, his heart racing after one of the best orgasms he'd ever had before he lifted his weight off you. It was almost comforting having Daryl's weight pressed against you but you were willing to admit it was starting to get to the point where he was crushing your smaller frame. He wrapped his arms around your chest protectively and rolled you both onto your side, not pulling just yet as he let himself soften inside you. He felt you shake in his arms as he held you, worry that he'd hurt you taking over before he realised it was laughter.

"What's so funny huh?" He asked looking down at you a questioning smirk on his face as he pressed a kiss to the tip of your flushed nose. You were beautiful to him like this, all worn out and yet still glowing.

"I just still can't believe you're mine, and officially mine now too." You chuckled reaching a hand up to brush your fingertips across his cheek as you watched him with a loving expression.

"I've always been yours Y/N." He whispered, leaning in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. It was the truth. Ever since Daryl first laid eyes on you, there was no doubt that you owned his heart.

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapters Eight: Talent? Where? Certainly not here.

Chris had gathered you all in a amphitheatre. You and Duncan sat by Tyler. "Welcome to our brand-new-deluxe state of the art amphitheatre." Chris announced on the stage.

It very clearly was not any of that.

"Okay this weeks challenge is a sumer camp favorite... a talent contest!" Chris pointed out into the audience, and Courtney almost immeadiately looked at Duncan and you. You both clearly had some acrobatic talent, and definetely were the fittest people in the Killer Bass cabin.

"Each cabin has eight hours to choose their three most talented campers. These three will represent them in the show tonight. You can sing, dance, juggle. Anything goes as long as it's legal." He gave you and Duncan an extra hard glare and you groaned.

"Darn." Duncan laughed.

"You will be judged by our resident talent scout. Former D.J, V.J, and rap legend Grand Master Chef who will show his aprovall via the Chef-O-Meter." Chris explained.

Chris then began his whole speech about whoever lost would have to send a camper home, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Your team left the pavilion to go back to the cabins. Duncan and you flipped onto your hands walking as you talked about some type of gun absent-mindly to each other. Your cabin mates watched you with amazement.

Courtney had Chef Hatchet set up some trapeze equipment for you and Duncan to showcase your skills much to Duncan's dismay. They started off with Sadie and Katie showcasing their 'skills'.

Then Tyler and his 'yo-yo' magic. Then it was D.J and Geoff, also known as the ballerina and skater-boy. Then Courtney made you and Duncan try out. "Just do something acrobatic." She ordered pointing at the trapeze set above you.

"Let's shower her 'acrobatic'." Duncan smirked and suddenly you were running at him causing your cabin to gasp. You jumped into the air, jumping onto his shoulders, before jumping again grabbing the trapeze bar and as you jumped Duncan grab your ankle propelling himself upwards as well.

You flipped Duncan onto the opposing bar and you both began letting go of your bars swinging onto the opposing one causing your team to gasp in fear.

"They're in." Geoff said for Courtney who nodded weakly. Luckily for you Chris counted you both as one person since it was a two man act.

You all were practicing on stage, actually doing quite well.

Bridgette was giving Duncan tips on how to launch you, Katie was helping make sure the bars were dry, Sadie was helping wash Geoff's skateboard but Geoff kept making her laugh so the water was going everywhere.

Then it was showtime.

Justin was up first. (Personally you didn't see the appeal, you thought the green-haired devil next to you looked a lot better, but to each his own.)

Then it was Duncan and you. Your performance went without a hitch because it was something you had done since honest to god you were five years old.

Eleven years ago

"Duncan, honey, you have to wait Y/N isn't here yet." Duncan's mom warned him from her place on the bleachers. Gymnastic's practice was about to start. He was buzzing with excitement. Suddenly he heard footsteps and he turned around just in time to launch you into the set of trapeze bars above him.

Almost as if it was on instinct he grabbed your ankle and your ability to glide through the air propelled him onto the opposing bar and you began to swing on the bars laughing and breathing hard.

There was nothing you loved more thenn being in the air, as free as a bird.

Except maybe each other.

Nothing could touch you up there, no one could hurt you up there. If you got to look at Duncan's carefree smile for the rest of your life up there, you would've stayed up there forever, and be happy.

You fell back onto the ground and bowed. The cheers were loud and you felt a heat crawl up your cheeks. It had been a long time for the both of you since you performed. He squeezed your hand.

When Duncan stared at you it felt like he was thirteen again crushing on you in middle school.

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"Hey, L/N after school you want to spray paint the library," He asked and you nodded laughing. "Hell yes, if I ever answer no to that question feel free to shoot me."

There was no way he crushing again, on his best friend, who he treated like shit a good solid 80% of the time. But it was okay because he was imagining having a crush on you again...

Right??

RIGHT!?!

Chef Hatchet gave it a 9/10 much to the other team's dislike. Your team roared.

D.J sadly failed, hard, he tripped on his ribbon and Chef Hatchet gave it a 2/10. Then Trent went and he sang a song obviously for Gwen. Then Heather went reading Gwen's diary aloud which was fucking wild but you know, whatever.

Geoff got very bad stage fright and had a panic attack back stage, so Harold got up...

Then he started beatboxing...

and was good....

I know, I'm as surprised as you are.

"Holy shit am I high?" Duncan asked you quietly. "...Am I high is the better question." You whispered because seriously, what the fuck was happening right now.

Grand Master Chef declared Harold the winner... honestly you couldn't blame him. The crowd roared with applause.

The Screaming Gophers lost again tonight and that made you extraordinarily happy. Until you find out what the challenge is next week...

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a-forger-and-a-point-man · 9 months

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007 FEST 2023 / Fix-It Day

[The greatest fix-it experts lie within the @00qad-fandom. There is nothing we have not endured and subsequently fixed. Forever.]

A FIX-IT DAY COLLAB BROUGHT TO YOU BY @kitten-kin of @teamqbranch and @a-forger-and-a-point-man of @teamofvillains!

Every year after the buzz and the noise and the packed calendars of Pride Month and 007 Fest are behind them, the 00QAD family pack up the cars for the 10-hour drive up to the Scottish Highlands to Skyfall, where they spend August keeping Kincade company and getting some fresh air.

James loves driving all the way in his highly prized Aston Martin DB5, and Danny joins him for the intimate (read: cramped) ride. It's very special for Danny because he's never really had nice things - and James treats him like a star.

This naturally means that the more grounded and practical gentlemen in the family - Q and Alex - take a more sensible vehicle that fits luggage and two cats on leashes and their litter box. It's a lot safer to have two cars for the journey anyway.

When they pull up to Skyfall, Kincade's doggos run up in excitement to the familiar faces, but they're immediately put in their place by @princesspampuria who scares the SHIT out of these fierce hunting companions. The boss lady has arrived.

Pam loves the August vacation because she can hunt sheep and deer, and yes, she does it alone, and no, not always for food. Possibly just blood thirst and sport.

Kincade always has the finest Scottish salmon prepared for his little princess. Despite James' best efforts, Kincade is as in love with Pam as Q is.

It has taken a few years for James and Kincade to reconnect - or even reconcile, in many ways - and get to the place they're in now. James isn't used to genuine, older, wiser, paternal mentorship. But no matter how old he gets, he sure as hell needs it, and the boys are keenly aware of that.

Kincade knows what they all do now. He doesn't ask too many questions, but he allows them the space to let things out when they need to. He loves them like his own children and grandchildren, and this is what James must get used to: a natural, unconditional, familial love that isn't tied to what he does or where he's been. It's just there.

This yearly visit to Skyfall is also critical for James to reflect on where he came from, and spend time at his parents' gravesite. When a man knows his roots and understands that he was always loved, it changes him.

All that said, Kincade's favorite humans are actually Danny and Alex. Danny and Kincade send each other care packages throughout the year, and Danny is such a wonderful listener to the lifetime of stories Kincade always shares around the fire.

Turing always joins them, laying across Kincade's lap. Turing was officially given to Alex by Q to be his therapy cat, so Turing recharges in these settings.

Alex is also a good listener, but he knows to take advantage of what Kincade can teach him in the time they have together. They are both very outdoorsy people, and Kincade has taught Alex hunting, fishing, archery, and the cooking of certain animal parts. Alex is game to try out new things.

Q and Kincade have a warm and cordial relationship, but Q lives in his own head a lot, and he's not exactly fond of lacing up his hiking boots for a sunrise trek. So he'll spend. lot of time doing maintenance on Skyfall's security system, broadband connectivity, and electrical supply.

You're wondering what Kincade thinks of their relationship. And that's a very valid question. He thinks they're all well-raised gentlemen and he wouldn't trade them for the universe, and that helps tremendously in accepting that his little James - that jumped up shit - has become a man with not just an unconventional job, but an unconventional family life. They're all happy, and that makes Kincade happy, and Danny teaches him about queer culture and how to celebrate Pride at Skyfall. Kincade still affectionately calls the community "the gays" and tells his mates down at the pub that all of his sons have delivered him sons-in-law.

A great amount of time is spent in the kitchen on making three meals a day and eating together at the table. There's hearty haddock soup and tattie scones and plenty of "stovies" after their big Sunday roast. The twins' sweet tooth (Q & Danny) means Kincade always has plenty of ingredients to make his famous Cranachan every week.

Danny and Turing bake pawprint shortbread to leave as a parting gift for Kincade, and the boys all make sure they've cleaned up and done the laundry and are leaving the house in better shape than they found it.

Goodbyes are never easy, and Danny cries, and Pam cries too then screams bloody murder and refuses to let go of Kincade. An ice box filled with wild Scottish salmon for the ride helps a little bit. After a month, even the doggos are sad to see the boss lady go.

James never ever shows that he's getting emotional, but in the car, alone with Danny, he lets out the breath he's been holding, and confesses that the trip was the best time of his life - until next year.

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Hiii! It’s me! Can i request gom future reunion? So gom + Kagami going on trip or picnic, and they bring their own child. Please make Kise child twins. Sorry If my request make you confused (?) bcs this was also my first time requesting again 😅😭. If i may ask, is it okay If i send request more than once?

Hi! Yes, of course you can send in more than one request at a time! Just keep in mind, depending on how many asks are in my inbox, I may not answer them chronologically! Admin Neon

A decade had passed since their respective graduations. Ten long years where dress fittings of caps and gowns, the hassle of ensuring all credits were in order, and the buzz of ceremonies had become nothing but a distant memory.

Life had an interesting way of evolving over time. They never thought the day would come where their priorities would shift from their beloved sport to the new lives ahead of them, but each of them had changed anyway. New hobbies were picked up, forever careers were started, and different paths were followed. Despite these changes however, one thing remained: the bond between them.

Kuroko — the teacher

he doesn't have any kids of his own yet, but he and his partner are currently expecting

he's great with kids — comes with the territory of his job — so he spends a lot of the reunion corralling his friends' kids together

"Please be careful," Kuroko warned as he trailed after the kids playing in the backyard, instincts taking over.

He watches as the children — all perfect mixes of their parents — run around the large grassy area. He nearly has a heart attack when Aomine's daughter, dressed in a princess dress that's already covered in dirt stains, attempts to climb up the plastic slide in the yard going to wrong way. She's slipping every few steps and Kuroko is beside her, hands held out to catch her in case of an emergency. Somewhere behind him, closer to where the rest of the parents were mingling, he hears the keening cry of an infant — Kagami's. Fighting the urge to turn and look for the problem, Kuroko lets out a silent breath of relief when Aomine's daughter finally sits down and uses the slide properly.

He wonders if his own child will be this rambunctious one day.

Kagami — the fireman

he's a brand-new dad as evidenced by the bouncing baby boy he's holding in his arms, the babe not even a year old yet

as he's reminiscing with friends, he's telling them about how excited he is to teach his son his favorite sport one day — gets mad when Aomine says his daughter will kick his son's ass in basketball

"You're doing it wrong."

Kagami wants to retort Aomine's huffed comment, but he knows the quip he has reeling in his head would come out biting and only jostle the bundled child he's carrying. And what if he's right? After all, Aomine had been a father for much longer than Kagami — he was experienced. So instead, Kagami sits back in his chair as he fixes the other male with a glare. Large hands shift, moving his baby's weight until the child is safely tucked against his chest. The previous wail from his son turn into gentle cooing sounds, filling his ears as the tension he had felt prior melts away.

"Like that?" he asks, reassured when Aomine gives him a single approving nod.

Kise — the pilot

his twin girls are the light of his life and he would do anything to make them happy — they're a little spoiled in that regard

normally dresses his daughters in cute, matching outfits because he's a great dad and can totally tell them apart at first glance, but today they're dressed in opposing colors for his friends' sakes

"Papa?" Kise looks down to where one of his daughters is tugging on his pant leg, the thumb of her free hand pressed to her lower lip as if she had been just sucking on it. "Why is that baby so fat?"

The blonde man splutters at his daughter's innocent question, returning the glare Kagami was now directing at him with an apologetic grimace. With corralling hands, Kise ushers his younger girl away from where Kagami and Aomine are lounging and closer to the grassy field where most of the kids are playing. His eyes scan the large backyard, spotting his eldest daughter on a slide that he thinks is much too tall for her. His nerves are only calmed by the presence of Kuroko nearby — he could hear the former shadow's voice gently scolding Aomine's daughter for trying not to wait her turn on the backyard playground.

"Papa will answer your question later. Why don't you go play with your sister?"

Aomine — the cop

had he been younger, Aomine might've been jealous that Kagami had a boy first, but as it was now, Aomine adored his little girl — he was the first of this group to have a kid, so she's the oldest of this newer generation

having a girl has softened him to the sweeter things in life while also hardening him for the things she may face one day — all in all, his daughter has matured him

"Hey, brat! Uncle Tetsu already told you once to wait your turn!"

Aomine chuckles as his scolding is met with furrowed brows and a small pink tongue sticking out at him. He watches as his daughter, already so much taller than the other children, climbs off the plastic slide and switches her focus onto a nearby muddy puddle. Her dress, once a soothing baby blue, became covered in more stains as she dug her hands through the earth for something else to play with. His spouse was going to kill him.

"Man, I didn't expect raising a girl to be so difficult," Aomine gripes.

Midorima — the doctor

his little girl ends up being as much of a bookworm as her dad, so she spends a lot of the reunion with her nose in a novel that looks way too complicated for her age

since he's a doctor, Midorima's daughter has seemed to pick up on a lot of his teachings — namely, she finds anything she considered germ-riddled to be abhorant

"It doesn't have to be. You're just doing it wrong," Midorima mimics Aomine's earlier insult toward Kagami, the smirk on his face intending to be teasing and non-serious.

He avoids Aomine's seething look by glancing down at his own daughter beside him. Her eyes are cast downward, laser focused on a book she had chosen for herself for the trip — it was the third time she was reading it. Midorima feels a satisfied smile melt his previous smirk as he watches her. The soft moment between them is only broken by another small intruding hand, covered in crumbs and holding a half eaten cookie.

"Ew, it's already bitten!" his daughter squeals, recoiling away from the offering.

Murasakibara — the pastry chef

nobody expected Murasakibara to want children, but he's already got two little ones — a girl, then a boy, only a year apart — that have just as big of a sweet tooth as him, if not bigger

he makes sugary confections for a living, so hyperactive kids are drawn to him much to his chagrin; thankfully one of his kids seemed to have inherited his lax attitude toward life, but the other one...

"What did I say about sharing things we've already put our mouth on?"

With a hand much larger than his son's, Murasakibara plucks the half eaten cookie out of his hands and replaces it with a whole one that had been covered in plastic that morning — upon Midorima's request, of course. Murasakibara sighs in slow relief as the second cookie is accepted, glad that there wouldn't be a meltdown — his son always had meltdowns. When he takes his eyes of his son and shifts them over to his daughter, he notices a small redheaded boy trying to coax her away.

"Go play for a bit. It's good for you," he tells her, immediately grimacing afterword. The phrase reminded him of when he'd get the same scolding from his mother.

Akashi — the professional shogi player

Akashi is the one who called upon his friends for the reunion, so it's being held at his expansive home — as such, his son is the one showing all the other kids his large collection of things to do in the yard

he had to grow up pretty quickly, so Akashi is the type of dad that wants to make sure his son is having fun with life for as long as possible

"Be gentle, don't tug," Akashi warns as his son pulls Murasakibara's daughter further out into the backyard.

Akashi takes a moment to look at the scene in front of him; all of his friends, together for the first time in years, and their respective children are here. There's yelling and crying and hugging and scraped knees all around. It floods his backyard. The backyard he had spent many childhood years in alone. The realization that he's able to give his son something he never had pulls a small, content smile onto his face.

He walks up to Kuroko, placing a friendly hand on the man's shoulder. "Let's do this again after yours is born."

#kuroko #kagami #kise #aomine #midorima #murasakibara #akashi #all their jobs are from the official character bible!

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