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How The Call Of Duty : MWII Characters Would Act With a Bimbo Girlfriend (Fem!Reader)

Characters included — Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, John Price, Phillip Graves, König

No descriptive NSFW — Just headcannons / imagines. NSFW implied for some characters.

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

Bimbo definition (in case you arent aware) — an attractive but unintelligent or frivolous young woman.

✭ Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

— Oh my god, would he be absolutely infatuated with you.

— You didn’t even have to do anything but stand there and he’d have hearts in his eyes.

— Maybe it was the outfits you wore, or the makeup you caked on your face, but nonetheless, everything you did was just so appealing to him.

— He’d always compliment your outfits, and he’d always notice the little things.

“Did you get new lipstick?” “Is that skirt new?”

— He made sure to take note of the things you wore aswell. Why? So he could buy you new stuff of course.

— He likes to do your makeup sometimes. Even if it looks like shit, you’ll wear it for the rest of the day anyway to let him know your appreciation.

— Colored hair isnt his thing, but you convinced him once to get blue hair with you. No regrets. You told him it made him sexier. Simon told him you two looked alike. Johnny felt weird about the way he worded that and didn’t talk to Simon for a few days after..

— You are his Facebook banner. Facebook because he’s such a dad, and you’re his banner because he likes showing you off to the 3 friends he has added. Gaz, Rudy, and Alejandro.

— As for the.. Slow part of being a bimbo, he’d have no problems attempting to explain or break down something you didnt quite understand.

— He isn’t the kind of guy to get frustrated when you dont understand something immediately either. He’ll try his best.

— You aren’t completely dumb though. You’ve taught him many things! And one of the most important things,

You taught him to love himself.

Bonus:

“Wow, babe. I love that outfit on you.” He sneaks behind you, making you jump. “Awe — Thank you, JoJo!” You clapped your hands together, the biggest smile on your face.

“I could compliment you for hours.” He says. “Could stare for hours.”

You spit your bubblegum out in the trashcan near you. “Go ahead.” You say, making his cheeks heat up.

He goes on and on with some of the weirdest — but cutest — compliments you’ve ever heard in your life. You didn’t even realize you were going to be late to your nail appointment.

No worries, though. You continued to let him compliment you. When he finally finished his rant, you smile big again.

“I wasn’t listening to a thing you were saying.” You giggle nervously. “Gimme more!” You beg. “You gonna listen this time?” He asks, smiling. “Probably not.” You admit.

“Oh, well. Thats okay. I’ve got many, many more things to say to you, love.” He continues on and on, knowing your attention span is short, but he doesn’t mind, not one bit.

What matters to him right now is that you’re so close, and he feels secure in your touch.

✭ Simon “Ghost” Riley

— He never usually thinks much about your appearance unless he catches someone eyeing you.

— “Wear whatever you want, i can fight.” Energy.

— Hes just gotten used to how you dress and present yourself. It’s not that he doesnt care, but he doesnt mind it anymore. You used to capture his attention with every move. You still do, but not because of your appearance, but because hes taken a liking (meaning, he somewhat tolerates you.) to you.

— He isnt one to feed into your presentation. He doesnt buy you clothes, but he’ll sometimes express his attraction to a certain outfit you’ve thrown together.

— Also, he gets very frustrated when you don’t understand what he’s trying to tell you. He won’t break it down for you, and wont apologize if he makes you cry out of frustration or pure sensitivity from how mad he gets.

— He isnt a yeller, but he makes it obvious that he cant keep the conversation going. He’ll ignore you and simply walk away.

— Not to mention, he doesn’t apologize. He’s never wrong in his mind. You’re just sensitive and take his words the wrong way.

— But anyway, of course he cares about you. He has a horrible way of showing it. He wouldnt be able to “love” you properly due the narcissistic way his mind works, but even then, he still wants to protect you somewhat.

— Also, he wont go out of his way to let anyone know you two are dating, either. You’ll have to spill the beans. He’ll just nod, and most likely walk away to avoid questions.

Bonus:

“What is that?” You ask, pointing to the big gun in his hand. “..A gun? Are you stupid, or something?”

You pouted at the mean words. “I know its a gun, what kind of gun? Why is it so big?”

He doesnt say anything, choosing to ignore you as he walks away. “Simonnn.” You call. Silence. Other than the heavy footsteps from his boots.

You sit there on the couch, blinking back tears to avoid your fake lashes from falling off and your mascara running down your cheeks.

Soon enough, he’s standing in front of you, holding out a pamphlet. You’re confused. “What?” You ask, looking up at him. “It’s a book.” He says, stating the obvious. “..About guns. The big ones.” He cringes saying it, feeling like a complete loser at how he needs to speak to you for you to understand.

His awkwardness quickly fades as you enthusiastically take the book from him, flipping through the pages. He sits down next to you and watches you analyze the page you were on.

“Ooh! Tell me more about this one.” He looks at you like you’re crazy, but gives in with a heavy huff and starts pointing out parts of the gun, explaining what they do and what they’re called.

You couldn’t focus on what he was saying, his deep voice thick and sultry in your ears.

“…Could you repeat that?” You ask, and his eyebrow cocks up. “What part?”

“…All of it.” You say nervously, avoiding eye contact. He sighs and gives in, repeating everything he just told you.

You weren’t focused this time either, but you felt like this was quality time, so you pretended to understand what he was saying.

You thought you had convinced him, but he knew you weren’t paying attention. He didn’t care much anymore, continuing to talk, not wanting to admit that maybe he didnt mind having you this close to him. Even if having to repeat himself alot was getting annoying.

✭ Alejandro Vargas

— He would absolutely love your style. Would eat it up every single time.

— Would show you off. Loves how you two are complete opposites. He’d brag about you to anyone willing to listen.

— When you two got the chance to be alone, he’d hold your waist and feel your body through the thin fabric.

— He was always very expressive about how much he adores the way you pamper yourself. You always giggle and tell him its just for him. He smiles.

— Once he almost broke a bone trying on a pair of your platforms. Never again.

— You also managed to get fake lashes and lipstick on him. You took so many pictures. He was very embarrassed.

— He understands that you need time to learn things. He gets frustrated of course, but we cant blame him, he’s only human.

— He tries to make you feel like the most brilliant person on earth, even if sometimes it’s a bit.. hard.

— Once you asked him, “Why do you wear so much gear?” And he replied, “Well, it’s important.” And tried to explain it to you. You couldn’t quite grasp the fact that he needed it, and kept telling him he should show off his body because he was sexy. He took the compliment ans dropped the conversation, you were too cute to argue with.

— You guys do have your arguments of course. He’s more patient than you’d think, though. He’ll give you space.

— After that, you two are all over eachother again. He loves you. Even if you don’t quite understand his job. or many things, for that matter.

Bonus:

“I tried to cook you something,” You started, “But it didn’t end very well.”

He pinched his nose at the foul smell of something burning. “I cleaned it up..” You smile awkwardly. “..For the most part.”

“For the most part?” He questions, walking into the kitchen. It became obvious what you meant. The bottom of the skillet had thick, black burnt material all over it. You tried to scrub it off but gave up. There was also some splatter on the stove.

He smiles a bit, looking back at you. “You know what?” He asks, and you hum. “I’ll clean this up.. You go do whatever else you need to do, as long as it doesnt involve household chores.” You frowned. “But.. I wanna help!”

He tried to get you to go elsewhere, but you werent budging. He sighs, accepting his fate…

He ended up letting you help. But he was standing so close you could hear his breathing, and his heart pumping, guiding you through how to properly scrub a burnt pan. You were focused on his hands the whole time.

✭ Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

— He was very open about his attraction to you and your style. Not often open to others, but open to you for sure.

— He often made jokes, which sometimes you’d end up taking too serious, and he’d have to comfort you and reassure you that he didn’t mean it.

— He knew he didn’t mean it, but sometimes, you just didn’t quite understand…

— He’s always boasting about how beautiful you look to him when he comes home to you, or when you send him a picture of yourself.

— It became habit to show him your makeup and outfit everyday, and he’d devour you completely with his eyes.

— Sometimes, if you forget, you’ll stay up until 4 a.m. perfecting your appearance just to show him.

— Usually he’s concerned you’re up so late, but your pretty face is worth it.

— Your face is his lock screen. And wallpaper.. And everything else he could put your face on…

— He gets questions about you all the time but brushes it off. Nobody needs to know about you but him, after all.

— Occasionally, if he’s feeling talkative, he’ll talk about you and sometimes even show you off.

— Alejandro overheard a phone call between you two, and was very confused when he had to repeat himself, just word his sentences differently.

— He loves you dearly and doesnt mind explaining things to you. He likes listening to you talk, and he likes your face when a light bulb moment goes off in your head. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

— Also, he’s a very attentive lover, and will make sure you’re safe and know what you’re doing. Definitely texts you every chance he gets when he knows you’re out.

Bonus:

He was driving, and Alejandro pointed out his lock screen as a notification came through.

“Who’s that?” He asks. Rudy hesitates. “..My girlfriend.”

Alejandro pretends to be stabbed in the chest. “My heart! For you have wounded me!”

Rudy chuckles nervously. Alejandro straightens up. “So.. Girlfriend, huh?” He asks. Rudy’s phone starts ringing.

Speak of the devil… He thinks. He picks up the phone, and your sweet voice comes through. “Hey babyyy!” He could tell you were smiling.

“What’s up?” He says, speaking quietly in the presence of Alejandro. “I sent you a picture of my new nails.. But i figured you were driving. Can you atleast look..?” He could tell your smile faded into a pout.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.”

“Yay! Thank you! I love youu.” You say, before hanging up. He pulls up your messages, looking at the picture of your nails and sighing before typing, ‘Beautiful, just like you.’

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger, aye?”

Rudy quickly slams his phone down, looking through the windsheild.

“Sí”

✭ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

— You are definitely his type. He can’t imagine himself with anyone else.

— He likes to pick you up and twirl you around, mostly because of the skirts you wear. You’ve told him it makes you feel like a ballerina.

— He definitely feeds into your perfume collection. You bring home a big bag of perfumes and body sprays and make him smell them and pick out his favorites.

— He’s also the guy to jokingly tell you to get his tip color on your nails because he saw someone else say it and thought it was the funniest thing ever, but then is surprised when you actually do it.

— It started with a, “Hey baby, like my nails?” And you gracefully wiggling your fingers in his face. Of course he says yes, but when it finally processes what exactly it’s depicting, his eyes are wide. He’s giddy.

— It’s definitely taken him time to adjust to your humor. You find some of the dumbest things funny. He doesnt quite understand, but when you laugh, he laughs aswell. You’re adorable, how could he not?

— He’s definitely very supportive of you dying your hair crazy colors. Sometimes you get bored and wanna put some pink in there! If you wear wig installs, he will buy them for you. He’s actually quite good at installing them aswell. 40 youtube tutorials later…

— If you have piercings, he’s totally into that too! He even encourages you to get new ones.

— He doesnt mind your processing speed or lack of basic knowledge either. He finds it enticing that he has to help you out. Maybe he just likes the excuse to spend more time with you.

Bonus:

You two were watching TV on the couch together, he was stuffing popcorn in his face and you were very interested in the dramatic romance going on in the film.

Suddenly, a kissing scene comes on. His first instinct is to cover your eyes, and you start laughing. “What was that for?” You ask through your giggles.

He starts to laugh with you. “Instincts kicked in. My bad, my bad. Continue on.”

He shovels the popcorn in his mouth again and you cant stop laughing at how stupid but funny the interaction was.

“What’s funny?” He asks, grin on his face as the grease from the popcorn surrounds his lips. “You. You’re funny.” He rolls his eyes at your response.

“Just continue watching those two tongue eachother and leave me be.” He says, crunching resuming. You laugh again, and he laughs with you so hard that popcorn almost came out of his nose. You shove him away when he chokes a bit, still laughing. “Ew! Stop laughing, you’re gonna barf!” He pushes you back against the couch and starts tickling your sides.

You kick at him, thrashing a bit at the sensation. Your laughter only grew. “Stop it, now i’m gonna barf!” You giggle.

“Didn’t wanna barf alone.” He says, placing a buttery kiss to your cheek. You wipe it off and wipe it on his face.

He doesnt even care, staring into your eyes with the biggest smile on his face.

✭ John Price

— Definitely an old soul. Wasn’t into the way you displayed your body, but he eased into it as he fell deep into loves trap.

— His more traditional ways slowly died down after dating you. He couldn’t help his past mindset, it’s just how he was raised.

— He’s definitely all about paying for your hair, nails, clothes, makeup, and anything else you want.

— He taught you how to cook. It was definitely tough, but he’s a decent cook and had no problem passing it down to you.

— Admittedly, however, he does get very, very frustrated with you.

— Sometimes he has to walk away to calm himself down after a particularly rough interaction. He’s talked to you about this, and you’ve gotten used to it. You don’t have many problems with it now. Just hurts your heart a bit.

— But-! He always makes sure to comfort you afterward. He’s reassuring, telling you he’s sorry and he just needed a moment. He also is sure to ask you if you’d like to continue the conversation or move on.

— Sometimes you say you’d like to continue so you could push his buttons a bit more, but only if you’re extra frustrated with him.

— He also loves when you explain stuff to him he doesn’t understand! Ramble about makeup and clothes for hours! He takes good mental notes.

— He definitely loves you. Alot. He even describes you as his soulmate to his peers. He always manages to push past the frustration, and continues loving you no matter what.

Bonus:

You were applying your lipstick, lips parted and face shoved in the mirror.

“Darlin’?” Your boyfriend says, coming up behind you and examining what you’re doing. You turn around, smile painting your face. “Ah! Hii!” You exclaim. He smiles.

“Whatcha’ doin’?” He questions, head cocking. “Just finishing up my makeup. You like?” You ask. He gives an affirming nod. “You look absolutely ravishing.” You blush at the compliment.

“What’s this do?” He asks, picking up your mascara. You beam. “Mascara! Makes my eyelashes long and full.” You bat your eyes up at him prettily.

Your reaction urkes him to press further. “Oh yeah? What’s this?” He picks up one of your favorite eyeshadow pallets.

“Eyeshadow.” Your eyes close, allowing him to examine the masterpiece that painted your eyes. “Very nice.. Whats this?” He picks up your concealer. “Concealer! Hides all my flaws.” You giggle.

He cocks his head. “Impossible.” “Hm?” He smiles. “You have no flaws. Nothing to cover.” You blush, looking away nervously before looking back up to him with a heartfelt smile. “I love you.” You muse. “I love you more.”

This quickly turned into a battle of who loves eachother more, but he ended up letting you win just to see you get really happy.

✭ Phillip Graves

— Is absolutely obsessed with you and the way you look. Always has something to say about it.

— This man can never shut up about you!! You’re too perfect. Unfortunately for the other fellas’, you’re all his, and he makes that point very clear.

— You once mentioned matching tattoos and he was beaming with excitement. Absolutely ecstatic. He said yes about a hundred times.

— He helps you with everything. Money? Clothes? Food? Makeup? Bills? All the above, baby.

— You’re so special to him. He feels like his job is to talke care of all of your needs and wants, no matter how outrageous. He doesn’t want you to lift a finger. No job for you! Live in your lush lavish provided by your dear boyfriend.

— Once you had him take a look at the Adam & Eve website, and he bought you everything you clicked on to look at, whether it was lingerie or a toy.

— Definitely one of the most surprising packages to show up on your doorstep. Did you put all of the lingerie on and take a mini photo shoot for him? Oh, without a doubt.

— He does tend to get frustrated with you sometimes, though. Your relationship is 99% happy stars and rainbows and kittens, but the remaining 1% is how crazy you drive him sometimes.

— You don’t get something? Okay, he’ll send you an article about it. Don’t wanna read all that? He’ll break it down. Don’t understand how to do something? No more questions asked, he’s already doing it for you.

— There have been a few times where he’s let a few dull insults slip past his lips during arguments, telling you he does everything because you can’t. Later though, he realizes that was definitely wrong to say and it’s his fault for doing everything for you. You’re just his spoiled princess.

— That’s how he wants it to be, though. You’ll be his pampered little lover for the rest of eternity. Whether you like it or not. He’s never letting you go.

Bonus:

You’re lugging a box full of new shoes and accessories into your house, when all of a sudden your boyfriend comes from behind you and lifts it without a struggle.

“Oh, thank you!” You bat your pretty eyes at him as he sets the box down. “Of course, pretty.” He walks over to you, engulfing you in a hug.

“You’re gonna mess up my makeupppp!” You protest. “Awe, i’m sorry baby.” He pulls away, giving a fake pout.

You hesitate. “..W-wait. Come back.” You say. “And why should i?” He interrogates. “Because you love me.”

He smiles, and you reciprocate. “Can’t argue with that, can i?” His arms make their way around your waist again. “What about your makeup, hmm? Wouldnt wanna mess all your hard work up.” He teases, hands resting on your hips.

“I’ll just fix it later. Hug me. Please?” You beg, and of course, he gives in. He squeezes you tight. “Don’t bother. I’ll just end up ruining it later too.” He says, and your eyes blow wide.

“Phillip Graves! Not until marriage!” You joke, laughing and pushing him away. He laughs aswell. “I mean, i can already consider you as my wife. Been together forever, and you aren’t going anywhere.” He promises. Your cheeks heat up. “..Yeah?” “Yeah, princess. Mine.”

He starts to place little teasing kisses on your neck, and you giggle.

✭ König

— You make him so nervous. Your appearance just adds to it.

— Truly believes he doesn’t deserve someone as beautiful as you. You’re also complete opposites. You’re very outgoing where he tends to be timid and shy.

— Very bad self esteem, but believes everyone seeing him with such a babe will make people think higher of him.

— Of course this isn’t the only reason he’s with you!! He really, really likes you. And he hopes you feel the same way, he’s quite the overthinker.

— You’re entire world may revolve around your appearance for the most part, but you’re very good at comforting him. He greatly appreciates it.

— When you two are alone, he eases up and starts to become quite the chatterbox. Complimenting you, holding you in his arms while chatting up a storm, telling you anything and everything on his mind.

— He expresses that you’re perfect in his eyes. He loves you, which also means he absolutely adores everything about you. If you’re insecure, he throws in more compliments on the specific thing you’re insecure about.

“You’re beautiful. All of you.” “I love the way your body looks in that outfit.. Frames your perfect figure so well.”

— Random thing he likes - he loves giving you piggyback rides. Seeing the world from is point of view is so flabbergasting to you, no matter what! You always point out how tall he is. Makes him blush everytime.

— He’s never gotten frustrated with you. He understands how it feels to be bullied for being slow or “stupid”. He’s sure to reassure you that you’re none of those things, and everyone learns stuff differently!

— He’s very excited everytime you ask him to help you. He’ll do whatever he can to the best of his ability! Always assures you that you can count on him.

— He loves everything about you. I’ve said this before, but he truly does. Everything. You’re perfect.

— Eventually the insecurities fade, and he opens up. He’s so happy around you. He loves you so, so much. He still refuses to believe you’re his.

Bonus:

It finally snowed! You were super excited. You threw on one of your boyfriends way too big sweaters and some thermal tights with a pretty little skirt and some boots and made your way outside.

König follows behind once he realizes where you’ve gone. He’s worried you might get cold, but you’re quick to tell him you feel fine!

You throw a snowball at him, and he picks you up, twirling you around. “Oh no you don’t.” He says, holding you close. You giggle and squirm. “Nooo! Let me throw snowballs at you!!” You smile.

“How about instead of being violent with me, we build a snowman together?” He suggests, and you nod enthusiastically. You both begin to build the snowman, and he runs inside to grab a carrot for the nose and some chocolate for the buttons and eyes. (He couldn’t find coal.)

You both quickly decorate your snowman, and then you lean against him in content. “I may not be the smartest sometimes, but i can build a damn good snowman.”

“Hey! You’re smart. Intelligent, even.” He argues, making you laugh. “Thank you, baby.” You beam. His face flushes deeper than it already was.

“I love you so much.” He instantly curls in on himself after saying that, but quickly looking down at you as you reciprocate. “I love you more.” He picks you up and carries you inside, hugging you for “extra warmth”

C.C. - peroxiddeprincess 2022. NO REPOSTS. reblogs appreciated!

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yeonjun4beagles · 1 year

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dom tyun w a corruption kink i feel dizzy

a/n: please send in more tyun hard thoughts 😔 i am in my brainrot 😔 and like and reblogs are appreciated always!! <3

OOF YES taehyun may or may not realise that he has a corruption kink, it being awaken the first time he laid his eyes on you. his thoughts always makes him feel bad, why is he thinking this kind of thing about you? about how he would teach every single things he want you to do, to make you pleasure him, to have you on your knees, your innocent eyes brimmimg with tears as you looked into his eyes, mouth stuffed full with his cock? it felt so wrong yet it got him so so turned on 😩

taehyun would then distance himself from you, from the guilt but mainly because he doesn't know if he can control himself in front of you. well, not until one night he'd pass by your door, all while going to the kitchen to calm himself for his thoughts of you, only to hear your faint whimpers.

was that his name that he heard? are you calling him? should he knock? oh the door isnt closed properly... just a little push of the door has you displayed oh-so-prettily on your bed, your hands in between your legs, moaning his name. "oh princess, what do we have here? did i hear right? you're moaning my name, y/n", taehyun smirked, his hands folded on his chest, leaning against the door.

"h-help me, taehyun.. i can't do it, i can't cum, please", you pleaded, exhausted. you've been trying to pleasure yourself, empasis on trying, but you can't.

"oh poor baby, you're so dumb, can't even pleasure yourself, hm? do you want me to help you? do you need my help, princess?", taehyun asked, now standing at the edge of your bed, his eyes skimming your bare body, so beautiful, so pretty, all for him. you moaned, your body reacting to him, just by his voice, you can feel a new wave of pleasure washes over you. "answer me, y/n. words."

"yes, taehyun, want you, need you, please".

"good girl", that was all he wanted to hear before he crouched down between your legs, your glistening folds welcoming him. he gently removed your hands from your core, taking your fingers into his mouth and cleaning them. "fuck, you taste so good, princess, so sweet, like sugar. i'm gonna have so much fun with you", taehyun said as his hand snakes to your pussy, his fingers teasing your entrance, collecting your essence before slipping them in.

"y/n, how are you so tight, baby? did you not do a good job all this while? do i have to do this for you from now on?", taehyun teases you as his finger move excruciatingly slow, dragging against your walls. "please, taehyun, please, don't tease me. you can do me however you want, just make me feel good", you cried, his fingers filling you up so good, you wonder how it'll feel when he finally fills you up with his cock. "oh baby, you're doing so good for me, such a good slut for me, yeah?", taehyun can feel his pants tightening, his hardened member straining against his pants.

as taehyun gradually increases his speed, your moans are now filling the room, your hands fisting the sheet as your orgasm nears. "i can feel you tightening, my sweet girl. do you wanna cum? god, you would feel so good around my cock now, baby. you would be so good for me", taehyun whispers, his voice guiding you to your release. "go on, princess, cum for me", taehyun cooed as he felt your walls tightening around his fingers, your orgasm hitting you, almost making you scream.

as you calmed down from your high, you can feel taehyun eyes plastered on you, oh he was clearly still hungry. "i have so much more to teach you, princess? are you willing?", and as you nodded, taehyun inches upwards, capturing your lips into a kiss.

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jjunn1ezz · 11 months

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Rainy Mornings - C.YJ2

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(Sub!Yeonjun Dom!reader. Usage of thighs, thigh fucking, degrading, lying and I think that’s about it)

You look at Yeonjun in disgust and turn to pick up your phone and check your messages. You say to yourself “oh..” because your whiny baby didn’t close the tab. Without any more words you look back at him and he’s at your feet dry humping your leg. You said “ Yeonjun get up now. Explain this behaviour ” His eyes widen because you only called him “Yeonjun” when you were really mad. He quickly got up swiftly moving away from you. His eyes were watery, as if he were on the brink of tears, which he was. You loved to see your big baby cry. But this time was different, you tone your voice down and say softly “strip..” your voice patters off. He does as you ask and says “ can I please— I need to—oo” he whimpers to you. Seeing the arousal in his eyes made you giggle. You repeat once again, “tell me the problem” he shys away and mutters “I can’t..” you say “oh well!” and start walking to the door when he grabs your arm crying and saying " do you like Soobin more than me, did I not get you enough gifts for your birthday— did I not make u happy..? Am I a disappointme—“ you cut him off with a kiss you tell him softly “ thank you baby.” And walk him to the bed and seat him down. You remove his final piece of clothing but he asks a rather odd question. “can i fuck your thighs, please? please, i won’t put it in—just your thighs, please.” You take a minute and allow him with a simple nod. Yeonjun’s lips press against your shoulder, mumbling thanks yous as his hands scramble to pull down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, before pumping his dick. you feel it twitch on your lower back and you press against him, enjoying the way his breathing picks up a little too much. you lift your leg a bit so he can slide his heavy dick in between your thighs, his shaft nudged up against your wet pussy. you sigh at the weight, yeonjun’s hand pressing flat against your stomach to hold you in place. “thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whimpers out as he begins thrusting quickly, going dumb at the way your cunt drips onto his length, easing the glide. you tilt your head back a bit and Yeonjun’s immediately kissing up the expanse of your neck, nipping at your skin, moaning in your ear. it’s so lewd and dirty and your hand comes down to rub at your clit, moaning quietly at the relief. Yeonjun notices your movement, brushing your hand away to do the work for you, his soft fingers rubbing delicious circles on your bud as his thrusts quicken, your thighs becoming wet with a mixture of your own slick and his precome. you can’t help the quiet moans falling out of your mouth at the feeling, his fingers moving just right over your sensitive clit, the drag of his veiny dick applying the perfect amount of pressure against your entrance. “‘m better than soobin. so much better than him. only i can make you feel like this,” he mumbles into your skin, voice high and whiny as he thrusts against you, pressing down on your clit in a way that makes your gut tighten. you can barely process his words—something about soobin?—but you’re too lost in Yeonjun’s touch, his hips stuttering against your gushing pussy. “that’s it, baby. cum on my cock—fuck, just like that,” Yeonjun talks you through your orgasm, fingers only slowing on your clit as he cums himself. you can feel the stripes of burning cum shoot onto your thighs, his thrusts faltering as he whines, mouth hot against your skin. you lay there catching your breath, head spinning as you gradually come back to reality, Yeonjun’s hand still pressed against your rising and falling stomach.

He may have been dishonest, but it was so worth it.

THIS IS PART 2 BUT ITS SO BADDD IM SORRRY PLEASE LEAVE RECCOMENDATIONS AND THIS ISNT PROOF READ😭😭😭

#sub!yeonjun #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt smut

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kasperbunny · 1 month

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3 for all your ships!! Aand 6,9 13 and 14 for anyone you want :)

oh god hi hello. putting this under a read more bc it got long

What would their song to each other be?

i dont have an answer for ALL my ships but, heres just a few. and these are more like...songs that describe their dynamic or make me think of them if that makes sense!

danse/art - put your head on my shoulder by paul anka. this song isnt necessarily fitting to their dynamic, but...i always come back to this song bc it makes me think of the soft, more calm and sweet moments between these two. i can picture them listening to it and slow dancing clumsily together, whether theyre a lil drunk or completely sober i dont know, but it always puts that image in my head and makes me happy.

shane/elfie - froot by marina. listen. this song is just straight up longing/horny from elfie's pov and i love it. this song is just fun and i like thinking about how BADLY she wants this dumb lil guy. thats her man and shes gonna TAKE him. also this song slaps.

shane/me - loser by charlie puth. UGH THIS SONG. THIS SONG. i feel so self indulgent when i listen to this song. thinking about shane longing for me and wanting me when im with my other f/os. his jealousy and anger and self loathing is just in hyper drive when he sees me with danse or arthur or whoever. i love torturing my husband <3

What small quirks do they love about each other?

i'll do this for shane/elfie. hmm...shane likes how emotive elfie is sometimes. she plays with her hair when shes nervous, she talks with her hands, she wiggles/wags her tail when shes excited or curious.

i...am blanking on any little quirks shane has im so sorry.

How did they know they were right for each other?

can i answer this for danse/me!!!! because like. god. i remember before i played fo4 i would watch my bf play it and he had danse as his companion a lot and. i just started watching him play more and more bc i started to feel IMMEDIATELY safe and protected by danse. my crush on him was instant. i started thinking about danse more and more. i barely even knew him yet but i felt so infatuated and longed for him. it just felt good right away, and i knew he was right for me. my love for him is unconditional and i hope he feels safe around me too. im sure thats how he knows im right too, he doesnt have to be or do anything different, he can just be himself and i'll love him regardless. even if hes a shit head sometimes <3

How do they express their feelings (Words, visual art, a song, etc.)?

answering for danse/art. neither of them are very good with words. danse is a very "acts of service" type of person. if art has a piece of equipment or something that needs fixing, danse already has it jotted down in his head to fix it later. art doesnt even have to ask, danse is already on it and tinkering with art's gun or armor or whatever.

meanwhile, art is very touchy if hes close with someone. he used to be better with expressing his feelings thru words, but it got hard after everything he went thru. so he sometimes just touches danse on his shoulder, his arm, his back, or holds his hand when he needs attention. danse had to get used to being touched all the time, but now he picks up on when art needs something or is trying to express something because he'll just give danse little touches or stand/sit close enough that theyre touching in some way.

Where would they go on a 3am adventure?

this screams shane/elfie. elfie calls shane at 3 am asking if he wants to come over. hes like elfie, its 3 am, why. she says she misses him and she wants to see him. he absolutely cannot say no to her so hes throwing on his sweats and jacket and booking it to her farm. i think theyd just chill together, so not really...much of an adventure. but i can also see her calling him up being like "wanna go explore that cave on my farm? :)" and hes like. what the fuck, but okay.

#inbox #shane/elfie #danse/art #i feel like i missed something but oh well

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vikshexcore · 2 years

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A second chance (Silco x Reader)

Note: Hello, I have decided to come back on here and write some more because I miss it so much, and since my new obsession is Arcane why not write something for this little rascal. I’m still kinda rusty due to years of no writing, so please go easy on me!! If you ever have any requests please feel free to drop them! Of course, I take criticism so please let me know what you think!!

Summary: You seek help from no other than Silco himself, the leader of the undercity after making yourself everyone’s number 1 enemy.

WARNINGS: violence, swearing, blood, death, fights, mentions of brothel, gang activities

Category: i wouldnt call it fluff nor angst, it really isnt- anything, its just a small idea i had today, i might continue this if some people like it, but yeah- i just like when silco gives orders and when he is just oozing bde-

Your parents would have sworn you had no superpowers when you were born, but maybe there actually was one. The power of being a dumbass. You were booksmart, alright, but when it came to saving your own ass from the criminals in the undercity, you were a bit more slow-witted. Or rather, just plain dumb.

Everyone knew that whenever Finn and his gang showed up, it was better to stay out of their way. But not you. You had made a name for yourself by being the only one that had ever stood up to Finn. Well, stood up was a big word. You would just throw a drink at his head and run away while laughing, never allowing them to catch you. It was a sick game of tag, the only thing on the line was your life. Finn had swore that if he ever caught you, he would make you a pay. He was already failing the first step, so you never bothered with his threat.

The Last Drop wasn’t your favorite place, especially not with the fact that Finn had become a regular there, but it was the most entertaining place on boring nights. Even if you were risking the skin off your back, you would rather stay there then wonder some weird, dark, alleys. And you could handle it, to a certain degree. Whenever the brawl between you and his boys would start, you would throw anything at your hand at them and run away. That was the good part. then your awful luck would kick in, and you would find yourself lost, or you would fall down a sewer. Once you even found yourself at the end of a canal, just outside the entrance of a hideout. Thankfully, you knew not to bother whoever was in there.

Usually, that is how your nights would go. It was quite a show for everyone else, but Finn’s men were starting to get annoyed. In the beginning, they would have let you go with just a few punches and an apology to Finn for cutting his precious cheekbones, but now they were taking it more personally. Fueled by rage, they were ready to do anything to get to you. And that meant harming others close to you.

And they did. It wasn’t hard to find where to hit. One night, while you had run away, they came back from their chase and found your friends, some people you would get a few drinks with at the end of the day, and they left all of them in a devastating mess. But what hurt the most was they found your cousin. Your last family member that was still around, she was the one helping you two get by. She had started working at the brothel not long after you two were left alone, and everything was going great for you two. Until Finn got his hands on her.

You had two choices, Either you handed yourself in, and got your cousin back safe, or you fled, leaving her behind. Which was out of the option. So you choose to fight back. And you were going to bring in the big guns.

That’s why you were now standing in front of the person behind everyone’s nightmares. Silco. The undercity lord himself.

Next to him was standing Sevika, both of them with a look of boredom on their faces. This wasn’t the first time someone was asking for their help, and they were already planning their rejection speech. And you knew that. But you still had to try.

“Please, I would never do this if it wasn’t serious. I promise I will do anything, I just need your help with this.” You hated hearing yourself beg, but this really was your final option if you wanted both your cousin and you to be safe.

Sevika shook her head, a chuckle escaping her lips. “Go home kid, there is nothing we can help you with.”

You knew you had no power or anything else to sell them, so you had to take drastic measures. “If my cousin dies, I’m destroying both the brothel and the bar.” Dumb. Very dumb.

The woman in front of you started laughing, your threat having no effect on her. You knew there was no point in saying it, but you didn’t know what else to do.

While Sevika was still laughing in your face, the man you had not looked into the eyes until now had a shadow of a smile on his face. You couldn’t understand what he was thinking about, but you knew he was about to completely change the course of actions.

And you were right. Everything was still a haze in your head. All you remember was Silco agreeing to help you, Sevika raising her voice, questioning her leader’s choice, and you promising to help them in the future. With what exactly, you weren’t sure. But it surely wasn’t going to be anything good. But that could wait. All you had to focus on was playing the game.

The plan was simple. You pick a fight with Finn, you run upstairs inside Silco’s office, you talk it out, and if everything goes to shit, Sevika takes care of them. Easy, right? Here is the catch, nothing is easy with you. And the plan was already going bad from step one.

Well, partially. You were good at running away, but picking fights wasn’t your best. You would do it only when they would piss you off or say anything your way. But having to sneak around and attack them wasn’t your strong point. But to hell with that, you couldn’t let Silco down.

So you came out from the shadows, baseball bat in hand, and hit the sides of who you recognized as Finn’s right hand. You smiled cutely at him before you threw the bat away, sprinting for the stairs. If only it was that easy.

Before you could reach the top of the stairs, you felt a sharp pain in your thigh, making you fall down in front of the office. The are around the pain turned warm, and your realized blood was pooling under you. One of the men chasing you had stabbed you on the outside of your thigh. You tried to get up, adrenaline making the pain feel like nothing. Before you could reach it, the man behind you grabbed your hair, hitting your face against the door. You could feel your cheekbone shattering under the pressure.

But the sound was enough to alert the two people inside the office. With a quick two step, Sevika was already at the door. She opened it, only to have you and he man fall to her feet. She grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off of you, but rage had already taken over your mind. Unable to stop yourself, you took the knife out of your thigh and made it meet the man’s neck. Blood splattered all over your face, making you wake up and realize what you had done.

It was now Silco’s turn to laugh, sitting back on his leather chair, he lit a cigar as he threw his head back, high laughter invading the room. In the meantime, the rest of the gang and Finn showed up, witnessing the bloodbath in front of them.

“You are fucking dead, whore.” Finn had tried to grab you, but Sevika was faster. Her robotic hand was already wrapping around Finn’s neck, his respiration being cut short. You backed away, falling to your feet again. Before you knew it, Silco was next to you, his hand sitting on top of your hair, petting you slightly.

“Finn, shall we talk about our future together?” Silco’s voice was intoxicating as you felt the adrenaline run off, and with one last look in his direction you blacked out.

You didn’t know how much timed had passed after the whole fiasco, but you woke up worse than before. The wound in your leg was still throbbing, and everything around you was still spinning. You didn’t even know where you were, until you heard someone behind you clear their throat. You made your head turn around, only to be met with Silco’s mismatched eyes. The couch in his office. That’s where you were.

Flashes of what had happened filled your head, and with a quick move you were on your feet, looking around for your cousin.

“Easy there, bunny.” You heard the man at the desk say. “Everything is fine, I took care of it.

You looked at him again, this time without any fear. He was sitting at his desk, hair slicked back, a cigar between his lips. He was wearing the same clothes as the confrontation from before, a black button down with an equal black vest on top of it. His head was tilted, a look of amusement on his face. He raised his hand, and gestured you to come closer using his index and middle finger. Pretty hot, but that wasn’t important now. You did as he said, standing to the side as he looked you up and down, taking in the state you were in.

He took a deep breath before getting up, standing in front of you. “Your cousin is fine. She is resting right now, you can visit her at the brothel later today. No worries, she was only slightly harmed.”

Tears formed around your eyes and you let out a sigh of relief. She was fine. She was alive. Everything worked out. “Thank you. I owe you everything.” You tried to keep your tears from falling out, nothing wanting to get all emotional in front of the scariest man you had ever met.

“Yes, you do.” Silco wasn’t going to let you off the hook so easily. “You are going to work for me now, until I throw you away. I will make you into my personal killing machine, and you will do as I say. Got it, bunny?”

There it was. The payment you owed him. This time, there was nowhere to run. You had accept it and wish you would not die any time soon. You raised your chin, hands balling into fists. This will be the start of your own personal nightmare.

“Yes, sir.”

#arcane #silco #silco x reader #writing #fic #sevika #finn

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papers4me · 3 years

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Fruits Basket Manga Review , ch 111

sigh~~~ I feel that my recent posts are a bit negative towards the anime, but thats cuz the chapters I’ve read so far are either unbelievably important character depth content cut for no valid reason or content in the anime but packed with million other things that it lost its purpose or importance. Basically tohu’s ep 6 which consists of 4 chapters & now ep 5 which is a momiji ep & yup, packed with 4 chapters as well... so, I apologize for any negativity, my intention is just analyzing artistic & story-telling aspects, I love se03, but yeah it screwed up lots of important characters due to its not so thorough plot decisions & harmful character insight choices.

today.. we explore Momiji... but only before his curse breaks.

Furuba anime struggling to know how to design an episode based on various plot-heavy chapters?

so, they decided 13 eps, & decided one ep for momiji cuz motoko’s graduation & the fanclub is the core of the furuba & have already cut tons of tohru, cuz who cares? she’s kind. be like her. end of lesson. No. really, jokes aside, how to do this?

How to combine several chapters in one ep? collect small snippets from chosen chapters/content like a bee does flowers? you gotta skip some content, you gotta highlight others. The ep is only 20 min after all & you got an op & Ed that you cant always skip.... so.. furuba team decide that momoji’s ep should be true to his zodiac animal, this is the rabbits last appearance in spirit. so, they went with quick hopping from one chapter to the other like a rabbit?

No really, ep 5 is really like a rabbit in its flow, you can’t savior a moment enough before jumping to the other: we learned momiji grew up!! loves toheu romantically, challenged kyo, really meant it, wanted a fair love game, got freed, lost tohru romantically & faced momiji! but that’s not all? we still have space!! quick add akito’s moodiness & love triangle with her dog & her submissive bed partner, add a happy comedy for no reason whatever & make shigue kiss tohru & wish shes 'was his lover instead!!!!!!!!! Mind you all this happened in the anime before shigure hurt tohru with his “the truth of the zodiacs talk & them accepting & feeling consolance that kyo is doomed”talk.

-Gets whats my biggest surprise after reading this chapter ?????????

Shigure is consistent!! He isnt a rabbit hopping here & there. The dog is loyal & is tired for good reason! Him being depressed & his weird talk with thoru makes so much sense given the manga’s order.

Kyo is consistent!! In the anime, momiji surprise him with confession he loves tohru & challenge him, then kyo la~la~la~joins them downstairs for curry. Not a single expression on his face, where is the expression? it will appear when the plot is forced to address it: by the end of the ep when momiji face hin again. Then we get kyo’s reaction.

I need someone to tell the anime that actions require a reaction. You can refrain from showing a certain reaction if you can’t address it now, but you can’t erase it, negate it, then make it appear when have to!!!! couldn’t they make kyo refuse to join them & eat together? the other characters wont be surprised they think he’s needlessly moody. The audience will know that kyo is troubled with momiji’s challenged & it will excite them!!! having kyo just go eat & watch the momiji/hiro/haru/yuki comedy skit is weird.

The manga’s author wanted kyo to join the dinner, like the anime did. but huge difference. the author actually cares for logic reaction & understands that the audience aren’t dumb little kids that will sit & wait for kyo’s turn to...react! nope! she did this: (a) & (b) below.

-Lost Small Bits/ Panels from the chapter.. But Sadly Big Huge Chunks for Characters buildup & Growth:

(a) addressed the fact the hiro noticed kyoru is in love & dressed that shigure was right!! the cat being in love is a weird concept to the zodiacs! hiro reacted naturally & the author used hiro to flesh yuki’s (the rat), momiji’s (the rabbit) & haru’s (the cow) decision to silently watch the kyo (the cat) makes his own decisions to live!!! They won’t interfere or tell akito or remind him of his state as the doomed caged cat. So sad this moment is cut from yuki. Why must yuki only interact with kyo to beat him (all seasons)? why must yuki only think of kyo to envy him (all seasons) ? Here, yuki’s growth towards kyo as a person & his relationship with tohru is 1000 times better than all tohru is my mom’s sh!t & I envy kyo’s Sh!t we saw in the anime over & over till we memorized it.

(b) kyo didnt just go la~la~eat with momiji after knowing he loves tohru. Nope, there’s small bits missing: called logical emotional reaction. He was surprised he’s caught pining over tohru! cuz yuki, the audience representative, has told us in the previous chapter that ppl in love dont notice anything around them. Kyo thinks him being cold hid his feelings. the dummy’s feelings are as bright as the sun in the Sahara, tohru too. a child read her! such small thing that wont take much space from the ep but was cut cuz kyo only needs to be responsive at the ep’s end. & this scene of kyo & tohru looking awkwardly at each other is minor in space but so important cuz kyo is determined to let go but his decision is challenged by not only momiji, but his natural attraction to tohru. Here he knows he’s caught & exposed... here he knows momiji is a better choice for tohru cuz he wont didn’t hurt her mom... here he knows that even yuki is better cuz never had to pretend to be cold to her... here he knows the world is better than him... & here he just cant help by smile & walks towards her... T_T ... another lesson in writing slow burns by Takaya-san.

-Why would the anime team pass on this?? drawing kyoru closer after the epic tear in Cinderella ep, cuz they want empty suspense~! The anime team thinks that if kyo & tohru stand next to each other, then it means all their issues are solved & the audience are so stupid as to forget tohru’s mom, kyo’s imprisonment, kyo not confessing his sins to tohru & tohru’s need to make a choice wether to fogive hom or not.. nope! you see, they think, ppl who read mangas are smart, so the author can give this epic symbolism & pp would still be not sure kyoru is end game & tohru will forgive him or kyo even fogive himself, but ppl who watch, oh no, gotta cut all the plot worthy content, produce a graduation song for a minor character, cut all kyo/tohru interaction cuz it only means romance & not at all character depth & oh if we show yuki actually formulating deep thoughts that aren’t centered around him, the audience might forget his se02 struggles! or that might ruin yuki’s upcoming growth moment in the finale where he .. you guessed it hits kyo.. as he always do & sulk & think abt himself cuz yuki can only do monologues when he’s directly involved.... man~it is so sad how the anime is dumped down.. Who is the target audience again? not kids as young as hiro cuz even hiro is smart!

-just look:

Momiji talks abt kyo shouldn't give up loving tohru & the authr shows this this ghost!!! his mom! The author reminds us that kyo isnt da~~~~ forgetting anything. He’s a deeply troubled soul & hos mom wants him locked cuz she too was locked in a cage & thinks that’s safer...why oh why you dump ur own story! sh!t~

Side Notes:

I like the closeups on Kisa’s face as she interacted with kyo. It’s very rare for kisa to have a world beside the endearing parental/big protective bro/big doting sister love she has with tohru & haru & off course the romantic love with hiro which was perhaps since their birth or sth. lol. Kisa & kyo arent much on the brotherly side as they rarely interact, but its one of those refreshing interactions she has that helps cast a new light on her as tiny as it is, but its sth out of the norm around her. She sees him around tohru & gets to perceive his true unprovoked character. “He is nice guy”.

I really wanted to punch kureno this chapter.. like Shigure is a jerk shitty dog for sleeping with akito’s mom but kureno... dude.. you submissively sleep with the guy’s eternal love interest & still walks in on him talking to her!!! lol. you’re mentally, emotionally & physically weaker than him & yet, she puts you on her bed, not him & you, tho not wanting her at all, dont walk away. No wonder shigure is defeated & wishing for someone like tohru, lol! Even if shigure met an older tohru-like person, it wont work. shigure deserve someone like him mean, schemer & loves playing power games. Tohru is someone who values honesty & commutation, not saying she’s an angel on earth, but tohru knows who suits her.. except fate is saying: NO. .... currently. lol.

I know kureno’s weakness is part of his character & I love that such characters exits. There are ppl ike that in real life. It’s just this chapter, I felt shigure’s frustration. XD

Yuki in this ep is the best yuki. no exaggeration here, I love when yuki is calmly thoughtful of others & here its kyo of all ppl !!!! cutting this scene is sad.. without it, kyo & yuki remain a cat & rat in the anime. Only ever thinking abt each other thro envious binoculars or hateful words or yuki giving kyo comedic hitting or life’s problem-solving hitting. Why can’t anime yuki be interactive outside his self-centered issues is beyond me.

Momiji & kyo’s interactions are always the best! whether comedy or drama.

I hated the curry cooking scene in the anime... so weirdly out of the ep’s flow.. very forced comedy... in the manga it had a purpose! not just quick add comedy cuz next shot momiji curse breaks & drama & we’ll close the ep with tears & sadness & glimpses of hope...

I love haru’s answer to hiro... so him.. “a guy can’t fall in love?”so chill.. so..simple.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #manga spoilers #fruits basket manga #manga review #sad paper #mad paper #I'm having shitty personal day dont mind me #sorry for extra anger #if it sounds like I;m screaming or shouting #I'm not i swear #I really love the anime & se03 is the best content among the other seasons #its just have big giant issues in plot & characters....

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haikyuuphilia · 3 years

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Hey!! Could you do a hc where the reader got in a fight with their family, and didn't want to stay at their house so they went to their best friend's/crush's house for the night?? With Iwa, Suga, Kuroo and Bokuto? This isnt really an emergency request, so dont feel pressured to do it!! Just wanna read smth relatable. Thanks a lot, good luck<3

hi, definitely!!! i love writing for these boys especially and this scenario sounds super comforting, so thanks for the request. i got carried away,,, and i hope i interpreted the situation correctly, too! x rue

♡ going to his house after a fight with your family

with sugawara, iwaizumi, kuroo, & bokuto

you two are oblivious best friends who have crushes on each other, no warnings apply, gn!reader | fluff

→ sugawara koushi

after having an awful fight with your family, you feel like you need to get out of the house

so you text your best friend -- whom you’ve had a crush on for years -- that you and your family fought again

you’re still typing out your next text message asking to stay over at his place when you get a phone call from suga

“come over,” he says once you pick up, his voice gentle with an underlying concern. “no need to bring anything -- i’ve got you.”

if he hears that you might have been crying or still sounded upset, he’ll stay on the phone with you as you get ready to go to his place

he’s waiting outside the building when you arrive

suga will wrap you in a warm hug

he’ll have a hot mug of your favorite drink, tea or coffee or cider or hot chocolate or anything, already prepared for you

along with tissues, snacks, movies, you name it

doesn’t matter what size you are, he’ll have clothes for you to change into

and he’ll give you a blanket and maybe a stuffed animal just for extra comfort

if you want to talk or ramble or cry, he’s very much happy to listen and comfort you as you sit on his bed

probably won’t badmouth your family unless you do, but he’s basically on your side no matter what

might first suggest something chaotic like egging your house before calming down lmao

suga will encourage you to do what you think is best and gives really good advice!

just super comforting, warm, and kind

exactly the kind of friend (and maybe requited crush) you need to feel better <3

→ iwaizumi hajime

as soon as he gets your text, he’s grabbing his car keys and putting on his shoes

he’ll be out the door and on his way to pick you up from your house before you can even ask

will insist on it because he knows it’ll make you feel better

shows up outside your house wearing sweatpants, a hoodie, and his denim jacket over that

when you come outside, he’ll give you his jacket to wear

it’s warm and comforting, and it’ll smell like pine and detergent and linen

won’t pressure you into talking at all

but he’d be glad to hear any of your rambles or just comfort you as you cry

he’ll probably drive with one hand on the steering wheel and eyes ahead, but his other hand is in yours

(when your heart skips a beat, you have to remind yourself he’s just a friend, unaware that he’s trying to remind himself of the very same thing)

iwaizumi would rub slow circles on your hands with his palms, voice low as he calms you down and listens to you

by the time you get to his house, you’re already feeling much better

inside, he’ll give you the hoodie he was wearing and free rein over his entire closet

you’ll end up curled up together on the sofa, watching your favorite tv show you eat the late night meals he’d cooked for the two of you

he’s nervous that his crush on you will show so he might not say as much in the way of comfort

but you know that his presence and actions are more than enough to convey how much he cares about you <3

→ kuroo tetsurou

after you text him that you’ve fought with your family, he’ll reply immediately asking you if it’s alright to facetime him

when you accept the video call, his heart will break seeing you look so upset and angry

he’ll ask you to stay put at your house for a few minutes while he drives over, and you can come stay at his place for the night

he’s good at hearing people out and is a very attentive listener

will have an objective viewpoint on things, so he’s good for levelheaded advice about what to do next, like how/if you should make up with your family

cracks dumb jokes and makes bad puns to get you to lighten up

kuroo will be really relieved to see you smile, even if you still have tears in your eyes from the fight

once you get to his place, he’ll ask if you want to shower or take a bath before quietly settling down

or if you feel agitated, he might offer to walk around outside with you, even if everyone else in the neighborhood is asleep

just wants to help you feel more comfortable, basically

if you decide to take a shower/bath, he’ll set out clean clothes and the fluffiest towel he can find for you

even if you’ve stayed over before, he’s a bit nervous because wow his crush and best friend is in his house, showering in his shower, and about to wear his clothes

still, kuroo wouldn’t let his feelings get in the way of comforting you, and he’d never take advantage of your vulnerability to get closer to you

in fact, if you cling onto him or lean your head on him, he might tense up because he knows you might not be thinking clearly after your fight

he’s your best friend first, especially after you’re feeling upset and hurt from the fight

but after that night, you both definitely feel like you could be more

→ bokuto koutarou

bokuto is devastated to hear that you and your family had a fight

he’s also automatically angry at your family because he’s always on your side

his insults about them are,,, weak because he doesn’t want to offend his crush’s family members

he’ll be like “yeah they’re so mean!!! and impolite!”

asks if you want to spend the night as his place to get away from all that for a while

it doesn’t matter how late it is, what day of the week it is, or if he had prior plans to work out or do homework or something

you’re his number 1 priority

and he’ll want to get your mind off of those things even if just for a while

once you’re at his house, he’ll bring out board games, cards, and anything else fun he can think of

and after you’ve calmed down a bit and had more time to think, he’ll talk through any issues with you

bokuto would make you laugh to feel better about your troubles

would match your mood if you were feeling happy or sad

tries his best (and succeeds) at cheering you up!

as the night wears on, he’ll dig through his closet for something for you to wear

you, watching him scrutinize all the clothes he’s ever owned: “bokuto, i can just wear anything that’ll fit”

(you don’t realize that he’s trying to find the Perfect Outfit because he loves seeing you in his clothes)

snuggled up next to him with his arm as your pillow and your hand curled in the fabric of shirt, you’ll feel much more at ease

happy to listen to you wallow and ramble, but equally happy when cheering you up <3

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gale-gentlepenguin · 4 years

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Imagine if Gabe and Adrien never went to New York, for whatever reason. Then, in NY, marinette becomes ladybug to meet the american heroes for reasons, and gabe finds out she's in NY, and decides to try get the ring from CN while LBs not there to help. Anything could happen from there but I just thought itd be kinda funny for Marinette to come back, and paris is leveled from cataclysms/akuma

Well I dont think that would happen.

But this did give me an idea.

(What if Adrien did stay in Paris in the NY Special?)

(Spoilers below)

-Despite Marinette’s very convincing speech on Friendship. Gabriel decided it might not be smart to bring his son to the place he plans on causing mayhem in.

- So Adrien has no temptation to force him to leave Paris. Though he is kind of bummed about it, especially because Ladybug is leaving paris as well.

-Adrien decides maybe this is a good thing. This will help him move past his feelings for Ladybug. And while he has no plans on spending time with Lila. He does have Kagami in Paris to hang out with.

-Meanwhile, Marinette decides that maybe it was for the best that Adrien is in Paris while she is in the US. It will give her some space, and time to really help her move on. She will have fun with her friends and totally move on.

-Gabriel makes his move to America, and with some little tricks. Gabriel is able to leave without Adrien noticing a difference.

-Marinette however does find herself feeling down that Adrien couldnt come. But Tikki assures her that things will be fine.

-”Adrien’s in Paris. Chat noir is in Paris taking care of things. You dont need to worry.

-Cue Attack from Techno pirate. And the United heroes saving the day

-Marinette is totally impressed by the heroes and Tikki tells her that this will be a nice little getaway for her.

-Marinette arrives in NYC and Alya and the girls help her out by making sure she has fun. Aeon finds something interesting about her, but is unsure what. Jess doesnt care. She is bored.

-Marinette sneaking to the party bumps into Jess and Aeon. Aeon asks Marinette if something is bothering her. Aeon using her scanners and picking up that this girl is hiding a lot of stress.

-Marinette tries to dismiss it, but Jess now is curious and the two girls wear Marinette down. She confesses that she wanted her friend to come along but she failed to convince his father. Aeon and Jess immediately conclude the girl is into this ‘Friend’. Jess tells her that she should be clear with this friend about how she feels.

-But tells her that she should also enjoy her freedom, this is america afterall.

-So Marinette has fun with her two new friends. Nino and Alya end up with the flying Hotdog and Marinette plays wingwoman for them. Happy for her bff.

___________________________________________________________________

-Meanwhile, Adrien heard from Nino about their Epic save by the United Heroes. He is relieved they are safe, but wishes he could see them.

-His time at home had been standard stuff, His schedule was just as busy. Kagami and him did some fencing, Kagami kicked his butt.

-”I wish I could have gone with you guys, Marinette tried really hard to get me to go. She is such a good friend.”

-”Yep, a Real good friend.” Nino comments.

-”Youre also a good friend.” Adrien immediately tries to tell him.

-”Dude its chill. I think the friendship you and Mari have is different then ours.”

-”What does that mean?”

-”Dont think about it too much my dude”

-Adrien finds himself thinking about it a lot.

___________________________________________________________________

-Back in America, the class is at the museum and things are pretty casual. No romance Plot. But Alya did forget to get a picture of Lafayette’s saber and Alya asks Marinette to get it.

-Technolizer (or whatever the DOC off tech ripoff akuma name was attacks. And Marinette goes Ladybug to fight him. Sparrow and Uncanny Valley hear the action and rush to find THE Ladybug here in America. So the three of them end up fighting.

-Meanwhile, Adrien sees robustus attacking in Paris and transforms. He is confused since Markov is in the states with Max. But he has a city to protect. He will try to contain the damage and then call Ladybug when clean up is necessary.

-Ladybug tells Sparrow and Uncanny valley they may need some help. But Sparrow tells her that the three of them can handle it.

-When a beep on the kitty goes off. Its Chat noir.

-”I think we got a sentimonster in Paris.” Chat noir explains.

- Ladybug asks him to hold it off for a bit while she gets there.

-Ladybug informs them that she has to go back to Paris for a bit and she will be back to help deal with this. But that they really should call the other heroes for help.

-Ladybug gets the Horse miraculous, uses Unify and heads to Paris.

-Ladybug sees Chat noir keeping damage to a minimum. He is happy to see her.

-”Ive been able to slow him down, but there is no akumatized Item. I think we got a sentimonster.

-Ladybug calls Lucky charm to get ready to take Robustus down. But... he poofs.

-Ladybug sees the damage and while confused by everything, remembers she needs to hurry and get back to America.

-”Okay I need to hurry back! Chat noir, try to figure out what the deal with that attack was.”

-Chat noir asks if Ladybug is okay, and if she needs his help.

-”Im fine kitty, just stay vigilant here. Its nothing I cant handle. Im counting on you.”

-She casts miraculous cure and goes to quickly fuel up and head back to America.

-Sparrow and Uncanny valley didnt listen and ended up having more damage done to the museum and Technalizer escaped.

-Ladybug gets back to see the damage. She didnt call a lucky charm for this villain and the damage was already done.

-Majestia and Knightowl were very disappointed in their sidekicks. Ladybug tries to defend them but is told to stay out of it. Ladybug knows this isnt her city and complies sadly. Apologizing.

-Hawkmoth got the eagle miraculous and gives it Techalizer making him Miraculizer or whatever his dumb name was.

-Chat noir investigates but finds no reason behind the attack. He thinks that maybe this was some sort of decoy. Like with what happened with Loveater.

-A international news report catches Adrien/chat noir’s attention. Heroes going nuts. Adrien decides that Paris will be fine for a bit. Hawkmoth is in the US! And Ladybug needs his help!

-Meanwhile back in the states hero riot happens cause Hawkmoth. Ladybug realizes that this was a miraculous and this was Hawkmoth’s Plan!

-”It was a diversion!” Sparrow and Uncanny Valley have to fight along side Ladybug. And the three of them need a plan.

-Ladybug calls her lucky charm. It was the key chain.

-She had no idea how to use it, But with the help of the other two utilize doorman’s powers and manage to get into the Eiffel tower.

- The villain demands Ladybug and Chat noir give him the miraculous. And Ladybug, Uncanny Valley and Sparrow attack Miraculizer. But there is a problem. He is way too tough! They could use someone to help even the odds

-And flies in Astro cat with the snag of the miraculous!

-”Chat noir!” Ladybug was happy to see him.

-Cue a quick hug, and Chat noir telling her its his turn to return the favor. Plus he wanted to see america.

-They beat the akuma and the day is saved.

-Jess still got the eagle miraculous cause plot.

-Eagle becomes her own hero.

-Since There was no identity drama, and they never got insight into Ladybug and Chat noir’s dynamic. Aeon/Uncanny valley never assumed that their identities were a secret from each other.

-Uncanny valley not effected by the identity hiding effect of the miraculous knows that Marinette and Ladybug are the same person and Comments. “Is this the ‘Friend’ you were talking about Marinette?” Completely unaware that Adrien and Marinette did not know eachother’s identities.

-”Marinette?”

#ml spoilers #ml au #ml what if #miraculous ladybug #ml ny special #ml ny spoilers #chat noir #ladybug #i added something at the end #Uncanny valley #eagle #sparrow #ml ny special spoilers

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poison-rat · 3 years

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❣️ + dukeceit

Yessssss my main ship Dukeceit babey. I am a sucker for sly schemer Janus and feral chaos Remus. Excuse the late reply as well, Ive been out and about with family, so my phone inevitably died while at dinner.

Who is the little spoon?

Remus. Hes a clingy guy, and he loves snuggling up to Janus' chest. Janus will wrap him up in a tight embrace and just play with his hair.

Who sings in the shower?

Both of them. Remus is loud and off key and fast paced, but Janus loves to just listen. Janus is much slower, more sultry, and Remus will sit his ass on the floor of the bathroom to listen if he hasnt joined Janus in the shower by then.

Who plays pranks on the other?

Remus loves to prank, but he does little ones on Janus. Loosening the cap om the sugar shaker, putting sticky tape on the inside of his hat, turning his cape into a glittery mess. Janus always gets him back tho, with the same caliber of prank.

Who is the one who listens to pop music?

Remus unironically listens to the most popular songs, belts them out while driving, and dances like a madman. Janus likes a few but he'll never admit it. Remus has a playlist with just the pop songs Jan likes.

Who brings the other a random cup of joe?

Remus likes to dress it all up with whipped cream and sprinkles and chocolate, but he will always bring Janus a cup of coffee when hes busy working.

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night?

Janus, surprisingly. Remus always wants animated or horror, no in between, so Janus will pick the dumb romcoms or the cheesy comedies just to break up the repetition.

Who is more likely to feed the other in public?

Remus always wants to try Janus' food when they try new restaraunts, so Janus ends up feeding him a fork of it so he cant break off a massive piece.

Who gives the other random little compliments?

Janus loves to drop little compliments, calling Remus his little rat, his little trash man, an absolute mess of a human, and its so endearing. He also compliments him on how he can terrorise people and cause general mischief. Remus calls Janus names back, like Snakey or Jan Jan the Snake Man, and he always calls him sexy or hot or pretty. The moment Janus turns the tables and calls Remus pretty, he almost cries. No, wait, he does cry.

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate?

Remus is a little rat thief, stealing pieces when he thinks Janus isnt looking. Janus has 'accidentally' poked his fork into Remus' hand more than once.

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car?

Remus isnt allowed to borrow Janus' car. Janus hates taking Remus' car because its absolutely filthy. Even if he spends hours cleaning it, its a mess the next day.

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping?

Janus is very organised and makes a list, always asking Remus is he has anything to add. Remus will scrawl the basics on his arm, but he rarely follows it and is much more likely to smear it on his face. He calls Janus 20 times if hes shopping by himself, so Janus always goes with him.

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick?

If Remus doesnt have a neon sign pointing to his meds, he will forget. Janus leaves sticky notes all over, and he will still miss them. He only remembers when Janus physically put the meds in his hand.

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules?

Theyre gay. They dont watch sports.

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room?

Remus will always get inspired, spinning and twirling around. Janus watches with an amused smile, but then suddenly Remus is pulling him to his feet, the song has slowed, and theyre swaying. Remus' arms around his neck, Janus' around his waist. Remus smiles at him and Janus falls in love all over again.

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late?

Again. Remus forgets everything. Janus will remind him constantly, even so far as getting on the phone with him while he drives to ensure he didnt zone out and forget if its something very important. Remus does remember a lot, but when hes on his own, his focus wavers a bit.

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name?

Both agree name tattoos are a mistake. That doesnt stop Remus from getting a snake tattoo, wrapped around his arm, with Janus' name in the markings of it. Its a beautiful tattoo, and if youre not focused on it, you wont notice the name.

#sanders sides #dukeceit #remus sanders #janus sanders #ts remus #ts janus #raccoon.ask #anonymous #i LOVE dukeceit so much you dont even understand #im dying for more content of just them interacting

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moonlights-inkwell · 3 years

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Demand an Encore

Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 6,958

Summary: anon said: hello! i see your requests are open...! could i maybe get a Jaskier x reader where the reader very shyly explains (maybe after an embarrassing moment?) that they are into spanking? and Jaskier indulges them and it is fluffy/smutty? if not, that's okay!! i figured I'd ask. thank you! 💜

A/N: Anon. I literally owe you my life, because Dom! Jaskier now literally lives rent free in my head. A fic from Jaskier's perspective? It shocked me too. Oops. Also. Clapping joke title on a spanking fic? I think I’m way funnier than I am

Warnings: Smut. Spanking. Oral (female receiving). Clothed sex? Sorta. Discussions of Sadomasochism. Canon complicit violence. A very bad take on Jaskier's perspective.

Title from Wild Blue Yonder

“Oh wank!”

The expletive draws his eyes from his lute and upwards, to you.

You’re busy, always busy, swinging that blade about and clashing it noisily into Geralt's. Parry, swipe, dodge, sword fighting is as boring a sport as Jaskier can even imagine, only marginally better than fencing because at least there’s some danger to sword fighting. Paint drying is a more interesting thing to watch, lectures less painful to listen to. Jaskier hates it. Sparring holds no interest to Jaskier, beyond when he tries to describe how sword fighting looks for a new song, but there are no new songs. The monsters have seemingly realised that Geralt is about, and have kept themselves to themselves, and so the well of songs about danger and adventure has dried up- like a brook during a heatwave. There’s no song about battles to be won, and if he plays Toss A Coin once more then he’s quite sure that Geralt will shove his lute up his arse sideways. All he wants is to work on a new melody and the clanging is quite possibly the worst thing he can imagine. The clanging, clanking, crashing of steel on steel is enough to drive him to distraction. All he needs is a new song, but no. He simply must be tormented by the sound of metal hitting metal. Needs must apparently, at least when it comes to sparring.

He’s sure Geralt is doing this to spite him specifically. Revenge for years upon years of songs and mindless chatter and taunting, wrapped up with the knowledge that the bard would never complain about your training- that your safety is paramount to him, even if it is noisy as all hell and infuriatingly distracting.

Cornflower blue eyes scan up and take you in, on hands and knees and holding your sword at such an angle to block Geralt’s swipe; face crumpled with effort and concentration while the Witcher above is as stoic looking as ever, bringing his blade down closer and closer until you slide to the ground and roll away from the sword. The buckles of your over-bust drags against the ground and knocks loose two of the buttons of your blouse, revealing an expanse of skin below the clavicle and to the dip in skin between breasts.

He wonders, not for the first time, how you manage to fight in a corset. When he was a lad, a little longer ago now than he’s quite happy to acknowledge, how a girl at a ball had collapsed because her corset was laced too tight and even after fetching a healer, the girl walked awkwardly until he left for Oxenfurt, probably long afterwards too. Yet, you can fight in one, swing that blade around with a relative ease that Jaskier can’t even manage if his trousers are tailored too high in the crotch. It’s strange. Watching you duck and twist, bend and thrust that blade around all while being held in place by tightly laced bones, it’s impressive- like watching someone dance. You aren’t a master swords-man but you’re skilled and it’s nice to watch. The exhilarated grin across your face, panting with heaving chest: it’s beauty. Pure, unadulterated beauty, even with a smear of dirt across your cheek, sweat beading about your forehead and a nick on your arm that’s letting out a small but steady stream of blood trickling down from your upper arm.

“Better.” Geralt says firmly, Jaskier watches as your face breaks into a grin and you just glow. A relaxed, genuine smile that makes you look younger than you are. You've mocked him before for how he just soaks up any validation, but even the slightest praise has your skin all but shining, cheeks flushed and mouth upturned. He understands entirely. Praise, acclaim, acknowledgement, it’s addictive; more so than any ale, any drug. Praise leaves you desperate for more, shaking and craving a next hit, almost insecurely hoping against hope that any second will bring that much needed praise. Bard's are like faeries, they require attention to survive while thriving on the energy people give, And Jaskier has been desperate for attention long before he became a bard.

Praise from the Witcher is a seldom given gift- one that Jaskier doesn’t think he’s ever been given- but he praises you. Training is important, and Geralt seems to have realised that he’ll catch more flies with honey than vinegar, so sparring is when he speaks most, even then it’s minimal though; but he compliments. Your form, your grip, the strength of blows. Praise from the Witcher is a seldom given thing.

Jaskier isn’t jealous.

He isn’t.

Jealousy implies that there’s something to be envied, like a possession that he wants. You aren’t a possession, he knows that, and even if you were, you wouldn’t be Geralt’s. His fingers fall from the frets of the lute, sending a sour note that makes him cringe out through the clearing.

“Gods, Dandy- if that’s a sign of what your new song sounds like then I don’t think I want to hear it!” You call over to him, head tilted as the sword twirls between your fingers. “I thought you were supposed to be a good bard.”

“You wound me, Love. Wound me.”

“No good bard would write Toss A Coin.” Geralt says, but there’s humour in his voice- well, humour enough for it to be noticeable against Geralt’s signature style of stoicism. Must be a good sort of day, for Geralt to be joking about and complimentary. These sorts of things don’t happen every day.

“Leave him be, Bully!” You swat at Geralt's side, grinning at Jaskier. “Don't you worry, Dear Heart, I love you- even with this brute insulting you.” It’s as if you don’t even remember that you started the insults, but that smile is enough to keep him quiet. That must be a sign of love, that Jaskier could be quiet for you: he’s never been silent for anyone before, even when he had himself half-convinced that he was in love with every person he's spent more than a night with, he’s never been able to keep quiet for more than a few minutes or so, he’s felt an overwhelming need to fill the silence. It’s pleasant to just bask in atmosphere that comes from being about you.

The swat at Geralt had not gone unnoticed, even if it took a moment or so for him to strike you. Geralt, facing Jaskier, lifted a hand to thump you on the back, too absorbed by the simple pleasure of retaliation to have perceived two very simple things with those enhanced Witcher senses: that the laces of your boots have come undone, and that you had bent down to tie it.

Time slows sickeningly, as Jaskier realises what’s about to happen only a second before the SLAP comes through the air at a volume none of you anticipated. Not to the lower back, a spot that while painful is little more than inconvenient when hit, but instead to your arse- angled upwards as you bent to fiddle with the ribbons of your shoes. The white-haired man had wanted something vaguely friendly but still running with undercurrents of the same energy that comes from sparring, but instead he had brought one enormous hand down onto your arse with some force. Unexpected, and completely out of nowhere as it is, it somehow is not the most surprising part.

The moan is.

A loud, broken moan- somewhere between pain and pleasure- which Jaskier knows all too well. That sound haunts his dreams. Jaskier would know it blind, dumb and senseless. Your moan, normally reserved for during the nights when his fingers slide inside of you, when his tongue breeches you. It’s weak, beautiful, and oh so very unexpected. Its a noise more beautiful than music, more beautiful than the sound of children’s laughter- always his , finally heard by another. Geralt looks horrified, cat-like eyes wide and filled with something akin to fear, but nothing like the unadulterated horror written across your face; sun-coloured skin turning red with embarrassment, lips parted wide but slowly contorting into a grimace, eyes wide but watering.

Jaskier forces himself up and towards you, while Geralt steps back, saying your name softly and apologetically,

“I am so sorry-"

“Little Miss-"

“I'm going to the stream to wash!” You say loudly, side-stepping around Jaskier to make a beeline into the thicket of trees, where a stream was hidden. Without any thought, Jaskier groans and looks up at the Witcher, eyes narrowed into accusatory slits.

“So much for those Witcher senses of yours.” It’s a ridiculous thing to be annoyed about. Geralt does not have any feelings for you beyond the platonic, and Jaskier knows that, knows full well that Geralt wouldn’t do something like that to you, least of all in front of your lover and a man far too willing to write humiliating songs about Geralt.

“It was an accident.” All stoicism has returned to Geralt’s voice, despite the still apologetic look written across his features. “She’s going to hate me. She sounded so pained.”

That almost made the Bard splutter with laughter. Moans like that are many things but not pained, at least not in a way that isn’t seen as pleasurable. Somehow, he manages to keep the laughter down and instead claps a hand to the taller man's shoulder.

“I doubt she hates you. Missy is a resilient little thing.” He tries to sound comforting, but some humour seeps through, making Geralt turn and squint at him.

“This isnt funny, Bard.”

“I’m well aware.” Jaskier nods. “I'm going to check on her though. To make sure she hasn’t drowned herself.”

“Don’t joke.”

“I’m not.” He trills as he walks along the step-worn path to the trees.

The stream is a pathetic little thing really, barely a foot in width and surrounded on all sides by the thickest section of trees which almost blocked out all light. It was easy to believe it was around dusk, but it couldn’t be much later than midday, the shade made it appear so much later than it was. And there was you, hunched over by the reeds and moss, scooping up water and splashing it in your face and onto the gash still trickling blood to try to clean it. Even in spite of the shadows, your flushed cheeks are still clear to him and he stops to take you in.

He’s had many lovers. Too many to list really, but not one of them holds a candle to you. Every girl before you was perfectly primped and polished, in fine clothes with perfect hair and made up faces, and they were beautiful but artificially so. Made that way by clothes and corsets and cosmetics. You though, you’re something else. Beautiful with the sun in your eyes, unkempt hair and rumpled clothes. Indescribably perfect cast half in fire-light, with bags beneath your eyes and blood across your cheek. Sonnet worthy while drunk and stumbling, singing out of tune to his ever songs. Godly in the dark, mouth open and back arching towards him as you stumble headfirst into climax. He loves you. He loves you, and it’s the first time he thinks he has ever really loved anyone: more than infatuation, more than lust, but actual love. Love that makes his head muddled and heart sore. He doesn’t deserve you. Wants you, needs you, but will never deserve you. Reckless, wild and brilliant you, willing to leave a life behind to fight monsters. A fool. Beautiful little fool, selfless and-

“I can feel you staring at me.”

“Hard not to stare at a goddess. Careful, I hear some gods will drown pretty things like you out of jealousy.”

“Fool.” You say softly, but there’s a chuckle in your voice so he comes closer to you, stepping behind you to twist your hair away from your throat to press a kiss to the crook of your neck.

“Your fool.” He breathes out shallowly, letting his chin rest on your shoulder while his arms wind about your waist. “Are you alright, Dear Heart?”

“Embarrassed, I suppose. My pride will recover though, Dandy.” The lightness of your words combined with your stiff posture makes sure Jaskier knows you’re lying.

“Little Miss-"

“Geralt must be embarrassed as well. I should have apologised to him before-"

“You moaned.” He cuts you off, making you shut up, stiffening even more. “And you may try to deny it, but I know that noise. I might just be the only person who knows that noise.”

“Jaskier.” It sounds like a warning, but he doesn’t care.

“If it’s because it was Geralt, I understand.” He says softly, feelings coming out unbidden. “I understand, of course, and I love you but I understand if I’m in the way.”

“I liked it. Be... being hit. Not Geralt.” You whisper.

It truly is a day of surprises. Jaskier can feel the grin slip onto his face and his hands move from your stomach to your hips to begin tickling.

“Is that so?” He asks softly, revelling in your choked-out laughter and how you lean back against him. “My Little Miss wants to be spanked. Well, darling, you should have told me earlier.”

“I didn’t know it was a thing!” You argue between laughs. Jaskier so often forgets that you were a virgin before he got his hands on you, so of course you hadn’t known. His tickling doesn’t stop as he pulls you backward, rolling you onto the ground and climbing on top of you to continue his assault.

“Would you like a lesson in masochism, Dear Heart?” He teases, head tilting to the side as he looks down at you.

“Maso-what?”

“The pleasures of pain.” He explains, and watches how your face turns pink once more. “Oh, she does!”

“Stop taunting me!” You argue, thrashing beneath him but not with any intensity.

“Taunting? Never. I’m just trying to work out if I need to rent two rooms when we next go into town.” He too easily grabs at your arm when you reach up to swat at Jaskier. “For your lessons, I mean.”

“You... weren't joking?” You ask lightly and he shakes his head.

“I never joke about teaching My Muse about what brings her pleasure.” He says lightly, climbing off of you to sit by your side. “If you want me to.”

“You Wouldn’t mind?” You ask incredulously, drawing out a chuckle from the bard.

“Darling-heart, don’t be a fool, of course I wouldn’t. You know how I like pleasing you, and having you know what pleases you pleases me. Besides, it’s hardly my first dalliance into sadomasochism; there was a countess I used to know who couldn’t achieve orgasm unless tied up, with wax melted on her and at least three people watching her-"

“Jaskier.” You say softly, and he stops.

“Sorry. What I mean is, liking someone slapping your perfect bottom isn’t something to be embarrassed by, darling. Alright?”

“Alright. Thank you, Jaskier.”

“No need to thank me, Dear Heart.”

It takes weeks for Jaskier's plan to come to fruition. Weeks of traveling and camping in the woods until the three of you are able to find a town in need of a Witcher and his services. It’s a simple job, just a few drowners, but the pay is good and there is a very decent inn more than willing to accommodate all of you, and with two rooms none the less- which is far easier to negotiate while the two of you are off to do what you do. The inn-keep is a pleasant, portly man in his middle forties who seems to appreciate Jaskier's way with words, and is more than willing to forgo payment on the rooms in return for a show- and who is Jaskier to disagree with a deal such as that?

His friendly demeanour is welcome too, means the Bard actually has someone to talk to while he awaits your return- but that plan dies a death when the job takes significantly longer than he expects. Normally, it only takes a few hours for something like this, but the sun is set and his songs just coming to an end when you finally return.

The crowds, cider-drunk and rowdy had sang along to every song they knew, and sang over these they didn't- but that was fine. Drinking songs were always nice to hear, but their song dies when the door to the inn-cum-tavern opens and you pad in, followed closely by Geralt. Both drenched from tip to toe and scowling, hair stringy and clothes dark with saturation. That explains a fair bit and even with how upset you look, Jaskier grins, grip on the lute loosening and stage persona rolling off of him. Wet and angry as the two of you are, the sight of you is enough to make the crowd let out a loud, drunken cheer before beginning an enthusiastic if out of tune rendition of Toss a Coin. For once, the Bard is uninterested in joining in and instead opens his arms wide for you, it takes less than a minute for you to run to him and wind your arms around his middle while the people mill around Geralt to interrogate him about monsters and the like. Jaskier sighs and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You had me worried.”

“Almost drowned. But I’m fine.” You say apologetically against his jerkin. “Tired though.”

“I’ve booked our room. And I think my performance is over.” He says soothing, fingers carding through your wet hair. “Come on, Darling-heart.” He offers a hand, though it takes you a moment or so to reluctantly pull back from him you take it and follow him up to your rented room.

The room is tiny, little more than a box room with just a bed and small table but it’s clean and that is more than enough for you. Before even a minute can pass, you release Jaskier's hand to flop down onto the bed, moaning when you sink down into the mattress.

“Comfortable?” He asks playfully and you hum in agreement.

“I got you wet.” You reply after a minute and Jaskier chuckles.

“I don’t mind, now wait here. I’ve something to sort out for you.” The door clicks as he slips out of the room and you’re alone in the room, just you and the tingling sensation running through your body and making your brain feel as if a mist has descended over it, yet you don’t even realise it until the door opens once more and you lift your head up to look at the noise. It’s a girl, looking about fourteen or so, carrying two large buckets to the archway across from the bed which you had not even noticed, and in your drunken haze you consider why she would be taking buckets to another room through yours. Jaskier follows after her, buckets hanging from each hand and you notice how steam is billowing from the buckets until he disappears beyond the doorway. Confusion comforts your mouth into a frown, so instead of giving it much thought you let yourself sink back into the mattress, deciding it not worthy of a second thought. Water crashing against water echoes from the other room as your eyelids grow heavy and slip shut. Someone had told you once that the sound of water is enough to drive even an insomniac to sleep, you believe them in this moment, the sound of water is so relaxing to your dazed mind that you don’t question why you can hear it at all, so you simply shut your eyes and listen. You have no idea how long you lay there, listening and breathing, it could be seconds or millennia.

“Are you awake, Dear Heart?”

“hmm?”

“Come on, I ordered you a bath, you need it.” A bath. You smile and he grins at you. “Now, darling. Come along. You'll soak the sheets through.”

“I'll soak you through.” You retort tiredly, rolling off of the bed and toeing off your boots before following him into the bath's room. He watches as you walk through and is upon you within seconds, unlacing your corset and unlacing your chemise before you can move your fingers to do it for yourself. “Julian, I know you find me attractive but stripping me?”

“I don’t want you dying of cold.” He chides playfully, kissing the exposed akin of your shoulder as he pulls off the blouse. “Forgive me for loving you.”

“I love you.” You say softly and untie your trousers, pulling them and your underwear off in a single movement. He smiles at the sight and presses a hand to your lower back once you step out of the sopping fabric.

“I know, muse. Now in.” He says encouraging you into the bath, turning to fiddle with a few vials of scented oils. “Rose, Lavender or honeysuckle?”

“Lavender. It smells like you.” You say softly and sink into the water, letting out a loud moan when the heat overtakes you. He turns back to you with a smile and pours a little of the oil into the water.

“Oh, you like the smell of me?” He teases and moves around towards you.

“Of course, I do.”

He smiles at that and sinks down to his knees behind the tub at your back and picks up a rag, soaking it in the water and then moving it up to rub at your shoulders and the knobbles of your spine. The sweet floral smell is carried on the steam coming from the water, sweet and familiar and made all the better by the contented noises that come from you. He likes you like this, all pliant and sleepy and willing to let him help without complaint, it makes him feel useful in ways he never can on hunts. You shoulder so much, act so brave and mature and it’s so nice to see you just let him take control and look after you. He hums a little tune as he washes your back and feels your back move as you chuckle.

“Tickles.” You say, giggly and more awake than before. “What song is that?”

“It’s something my mother used to sing.” He says gently, scooping up some water with his hands and pouring it over your head before working out some of the tangles in your hair. “I don’t think it has a name.”

“It’s pretty.” You hum, head tilting into his hands like a kitten. “Why aren’t you in here with me?”

“I got the bath to warm you up, Silly Little Miss. I’m warm.” He says with a sigh and pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“I want to touch you." You whine, twisting around to face him.

“There's time for that later, Dear Heart. “ He shakes his head affectionately and kisses the tip of your nose. “I have plans for you tonight.”

“Oh?” You ask, leaning up on your knees and allowing your breasts to lean against the lip of the tub. It’s a trick, trying to lure him in, and he knows it, but gods above it’s tempting. Far too much willpower is exerted to not reach out and take them into his hands. A siren, sent to toy with his heart and mind. He sighs and leans in to kiss you gently.

“You remember a few weeks ago? When Geralt slap-"

“Yes!” You interrupt quickly and he rolls his eyes, reaching up to smooth your hair down.

“And you said you liked the feeling?”

“I remember, Jaskier.”

He smiles and rubs his thumb across your cupid’s bow.

“Well. We have the room to ourselves, so I thought that we could experiment with that."

You blink at him owlishly before squinting at him. It would almost be enough to worry him, but he knows you too well to think you’re angry- you’re confused, but still very relaxed.

“Experiment.”

“Yes.”

“With you... hitting me.”

“With you letting me dominate you, spank you, and make you feel good.” He clarifies. It sounds foolish, and far too perverse when laid out so candidly to someone not well versed with this. You nod sagely.

“...And if I ask you to stop them you will.”

“Of course I will.” He says seriously and rests his hands on your shoulders, leaning in so you are eye to eye. “This is for your enjoyment, if you say stop, this stops. Just like always.” You smile and close the gap between his lips and your own. It’s soft and lazy, with no indication of proceeding any further than just chastely kissing, his hands still on your shoulders and your hands creeping up into his hair. It’s perfect, always is, and not for the first time, Jaskier considers that he could spend the rest of forever just kissing you and never be bored. Still, all too soon he pulls away, fetching a towel while you heave yourself out of the tub waiting for the bard and the towel. Even though you reach for it, Jaskier ignores your outstretched arms and instead swaddles you in it himself, drying you.

“I can do it myself!”

“You can, but you won't.” He says firmly, rubbing your skin. Beneath the soft fabric, he can feel you start to struggle which makes him hum and swat at your arse. It’s not enough to hurt, especially through the towel, but it serves as a good warning for who is in charge tonight. Dominance is nothing new for him, but he isn’t dominant with you. You were a virgin when he met you, all sex had to be approached with kid-gloved hands, even now that you are confident with it Jaskier has never felt any need to try and guide you towards that sort of thing. Submission, he had assumed, would be a difficult thing for you; you spend so much time fighting and fending for yourself during fights, asking you to hand over control never seemed to be a good idea. Control keeps you safe but you trust him. Trust him enough to give him control. It’s enough to rush to his head, that level of trust. Of course, it’s flattering when anyone allows him control, but it means so much more when someone who loves him, someone who is so dangerous would allow themselves to be vulnerable. He loves you, has since the second he clapped eyes on you, but this is more than love now, this is adoration. “Now, be a good girl and don’t argue.” Seldom does Jaskier have a need to be stern, so you doing as he says is to be expected. You go limp, eyes wide as he towels you dry. “There’s my good Little Miss.” He says once he finishes, folding the cloth while you stand stock still, pupils blown wide.

“Good.” You repeat back to him, starry-eyed and blushing, so he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth before nodding.

“Well, you are my Good Little Miss, aren’t you?” He asks gently, watching the enthusiastic nod he gets in response with a smile. “I know.” He says with an air of finality, turning away from you and heading back into the bedchambers to sit on the bed. It takes a few seconds of silent sitting for you to finally walk to the doorway. You’re naked as the day you were born, wet hair hanging in snakelike tendrils around your face, skin glowing gold from the warm light of the fire reflecting off of the still damp flesh. You’re beautiful. Too beautiful, comfortable in your skin and his looking at you, pale criss-crossing of scars running across the planes of your body like gold holding formerly broken ceramics together. How Jaskier has ever gotten a chance to lay his hands on you is beyond him, why a bard such as himself can even look at you, never mind touch or kiss you. A goddess, battle-hardened and wise, intoxicating and intense but oh so soft and kind.

“You’re staring.” You laugh, leaning against the door frame and smiling at him.

“Yes. Yes I am.” Jaskier says simply and beckons you closer, which you do with a slight swing of your hips that he is entirely sure isn’t purposeful. You settle beside him, looking at him with a look somewhere between reverence and fear- like he's simultaneously the most beautiful and awful thing you’ve ever seen. He hates how much he likes it, the power it feels like he possesses in this moment. You look so small and defenceless, and he is too aware of how large he is by comparison. Usually, Jaskier feels slight- especially in comparison to Geralt and his hulking mass of muscle and manliness- but he’s suddenly far more aware of how big his hands are compared to your own, how he almost dwarfs you in height. You aren’t dainty, and he knows how much damage you can do with little to no effort, but you look so now.

You lean in to him slowly and tilt your head, taking him in before smiling with a raised eyebrow. Well? Your face seems to scream. I'm waiting. It’s all the encouragement he needs to put his hand between your shoulder blades and push your torso over his lap unceremoniously. Every jutting bone, every knobble of spine, outline of rib exposed when you let out a noise of mild confusion, but rest there with your stomach over his thighs. His fingertips, calloused from lute strings but still soft from the warm water, trail down your back slowly; his skin is colder than yours, leaving goose pimples in his wake as he moves towards the rounded flesh of your arse.

Pink and pert, the flesh juts out from the dip at the base of your spine, like a peach. Jaskier loves it. Loves all arses really. There is something so strangely enticing about them, likely the fact they’re so often covered that seeing them seems taboo in a way that seeing tits isn’t. Every inch of your skin that he gets to see is a luxury not afforded to others, and while his hands finally reach the plump skin, he had been moving towards he kisses your back, gripping one cheek firmly while rubbing soft circles into the other. A moan, airy and musical comes from you spurring Jaskier in his ministrations: shifting the cheek to the side, revealing a hole he had never paid much mind to at all, only to release his hold and watch as it bounces back into place. The jiggle is hypnotic, he thinks to himself wordlessly as he repeats the act on the opposite cheek, earning another moan from you in response.

“Jask.” You whine out and he hums in confirmation, feeling you push yourself back against his hand. “Don't tease.” He chuckles. Teasing is hardly what he'd call it. No, this is isn’t teasing, teasing is something gentler than this. This is preparation. He can hardly just start spanking you, especially when you've never done it before, but the whining makes him smirk. “Jask, if you don’t hurry, I’ll go to bed.” You insist and try to push yourself off of him, so he presses down on the middle of your back and brings his hand down on your arse harshly.

The sharp sound of skin-on-skin rings through the air, followed by a gasp. A tingle ran across his palm, and he snicks at the sensation.

“I thought you were my good girl, not a brat, Missy.” He says, voice low and on the verge of a growl. “I told you, I am in control tonight. Not you.”

Brat. You shiver at that, going still, and he smirks, grabbing the cheek he had just struck before tugging at it. He releases it before sliding his hand up your thigh.

“I. I can be good.” You whisper meekly. That isn’t enough though and he swats at the cheek once more, lighter this time.

“You will be good.” He corrects you, leaning in close to your ear and catching sight of your red cheeks and misty eyes. “I know you will be, won’t you Darling?” You nod quickly and he smirks. “That's my Princess.”

At that, your posture loosens and you relax against him. Praise. That’s good to know. Lazily, he rubs a circle against the curve of skin before striking it once more.

“I'm going to hit you ten times, and I want you to count them out loud for me. Can you do that for me?” He asks gently and you nod instantly. “I need you to use your words, Darling.”

“I. I can do that.” You say, tilting your head to look at him with a sweet smile. Jaskier smiles back at you, then brings his hand back down with a hard slap.

“One!” You say loudly, jolting forward and dragging your stomach across his crotch. He’s been so invested in planning and preparing that he hasn’t even noticed the hardness developing between his legs until it’s rubbed against. The moans from the bath had been enough to make him half hard, but seeing you like this, lips parted and the skin of your bottom turning an inviting shade of pink, it’s enough to have him fully hard.

“Two!” You shout out after his hand lands hard against your rear before two more swats come in quick succession.

“Three! Four!” The numbers are more moans than words, loud and needy. In the back of his mind, Jaskier wonders if the drunks downstairs are still singing and making noise, shouting and swearing, or if they too can hear the moans of pleasure. It’s sick, but he wants them to hear. Wants them to hear the pretty song that you’re moaning out, to look at you in the morning as you shift uncomfortably in your seat and know how you loved every second of it, see him smirk and know exactly who drew every noise from you.

He’s a bard. He knows how to make noises, but these might just be the prettiest ones yet. A hand rubs at the pinking skin and then, quickly as it comes it's gone and brought down, this time to the space where arse meets thigh.

“Five!”

He could listen to you moan all day. Sex, or at least sex while travelling, is normally a quiet affair. Quiet murmurs of affirmation, whispered begs and pleas, it’s not enough. Jaskier loves sex, loves the intimacy that comes from being as close to someone as humanly possible, but more so than the enjoyment of sex, Jaskier loves the theatrics of sex. Sex is like performing. Doing all possible to please an enthusiastic audience, listening to the sounds of enjoyment as it builds and crescendos, fingers moving faster, doing his best to not make a fool of himself.

“Six!”

Slap!

“Seven!”

He can’t help himself from hoping that this won't be a one-time occurrence. For a few stolen moments you can hand over control to him and give the both of you what you need.

“Eight!” Your stomach rubs against his cock once more and he chokes back a moan. You'll be the death of him. Ruin him entirely. It isn’t enough that he loves you, isn’t enough that you are the most beautiful person he could dream up, no you have to do things like this. Unintentionally ideal. Perfection given human form.

“Nine!”

His hand comes down one final time and you scream out a broken, “Ten!”, and Jaskier heaves out a sigh, rubbing the red skin as gently as he can to soothe you when you begin to tremble. Calloused fingertips slide softly across the abused flesh.

“Oh Darling. My good girl. My good, brave little miss.” He coos sweetly, gently guiding you up to sit on his lap, one hand still running the skin while the other threads itself in the hair at the nape of your neck. “You did so well.” Gently, he presses his forehead against your own, staring into tear filled eyes. “Oh, Dear Heart, did you not like it?” Worry washes over him suddenly. He should have reminded you that you could say no once more, that he wouldn’t be disappointed.

“Kiss me.” You breathe back against his lips and he sighs softly, hand shifting to your jaw to tug you into a chaste kiss. You tremble against his lap, but kiss back far more forcefully than he had kissed you. Gentle but seeking, tongue pushing between his lips to make its way into his mouth. He smirks slightly, but doesn’t open his mouth, feeling you rock against his lap- sweet nectar between your legs dripping through the fabric of his trousers while shaking fingers toy with the lacing of his doublet.

“Darling-"

“You're wearing far too much.” You whine pulling back to stare at him. “Take it off.”

“Take what off?”

“Everything.” One word has never held so much weight. He could look at you like this for always, so soft and desperate and wanting- it makes his heart beat faster and his cock jumps against the heat of your core. He wants to strip himself, rid himself of the offensive articles and just let you take from him all that he has, but he holds your jaw gently instead, using the warm skin as a means to ground himself once more.

“Ask nicely.”

“Jaskier.” You say with a slight scowl, but he narrows his eyes and tilts his head, trying not to laugh at your intent look. “Please. Please strip.”

“I think you can ask nicer than that, Dear Heart.”

“Julian, please take off your clothes. Please.” You ask softly and trail your hands along the chemise beneath his half-unlaced jerkin. “Please, Dandy? I want to touch you- can I?”

The pet name brings a soft smile to his face, hands moving to your hips to shift you onto the bed before undoing the rest of his jacket and shucking it off, to toss it to the side. Ducking down, he peppers a few feverish kisses to your thighs, toying with the ties of his chemise while you tug it over his head. Needy and half frenzied is unlike you, but he can’t say that it isn’t perfection. Shy, unsure sex has been too common, the occasional rushed shag when you two can spare a few seconds less frequent, but this magically manic need is sweet. Jaskier is a performer; performers preen under the watchful eye of attentive audience, need the knowledge of a job well done, which he normally gets from you in the form of moans and frantic rutting. This enthusiasm is perfection, especially while his face is so close to your cunt that he can smell the arousal dripping from it.

Nudity can wait, The Bard smirks, grips your thighs in a vice-like grip and widens the distance between them so he can get his mouth on your sex, tongue gathering slick and relishing that sweet, musky taste. Sweeter than any fruit, more addictive than any wine. Jaskier’s lips find your clit, that bud of nerves that might as well contain every breathless moan that you can fit in your body, and sucks, tongue flicking across it with the moans and curses that such an act wrings from you. Nose buried in the curls that cover your mount, cornflower eyes look up to take you in, writhing in ecstasy, breasts quivering with every stuttered breath. He knew that he had missed something while spanking you’d but it falls into place now. Your face.

Every emotion flit across it, as clear to read as sheet music to him. You have an expressive face at the best of times, but it only seems heightened by sex. He knows many men prefer not to face their lovers and, hell, in his more adventurous days had preferred it himself, but seeing how you feel written across your features is part of the joy of sex. It had taken a while to convince you to stop silencing yourself during intimacy, that those moans are his and hard earned, but those expressions mean even more. Miniscule twitches of the brows and lips that let him know that you enjoy what he is doing, he loves them. Loves you. Those noises are meaningless without that face, pink and contorted with pleasure. That face. He could stare at it all day.

He doesn’t miss Lettenhove, not for a minute, but he does miss paintings. Portraits, moments trapped in time, forever perfect. He wants a painting of moments like this; nothing pornographic, just your face, with not a care for anything but pleasure. To see him through those nights when hunting takes too long and he's long asleep by the time you return. A little painting to have with him always.

“Jaskier-" You whimper, fingers curled into his hair and tugging. “Please. Please.”

He hums softly and slaps your thigh, revelling in the sweet little gasp that comes from you before a gush of fluid hits his lips. The Bard pulls back and blinks in shock. You’re shaking, twisting in the blankets as he just breathes you in. Squirted. You just squirted on him. He was half convinced that such a thing was just A rumour but... you did it.

Blinking rapidly, Jaskier stares up at you awestruck and starry-eyed, trying desperately not to spill into his trousers.

Oh yes. This is going to be a regular occurrence.

#jaskier x reader #jaskier imagine #jaskier x you #dom jaskier #witcher imagine #jaskier smut

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hwajin · 3 years

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(i have no title yet help me haha? and this is a draft i havent edited it yet and i just wrote this with zero thoughts except for felix)

female reader x felix! dw im very rusty in writing this is my first time in months and english isnt my first language so sorry.

tw: unprotected sex ( but dont worry, though unmentioned, reader is on the pill ), some degrading, edging, softish dom felix and tbh the rest is vanilla

" what? " felix asked across the room. y/n looked with an uneasy stare. felix knew himself that his vibes were off, but he just cant stop himself from acting like that.

"felix, you havent eaten yet." you said softly. "did you sleep?" no answer. you just went closer to him, in hopes to comfort him better. "felix, whats gotten into you? did you fight with the boys? are you alright?"

questions left unanswered, he just kissed her very passionately. " baby stay out of my business. " his deep voice made her shiver. " if you want to, i could have a little help. "

leaning into your neck and leaving marks, you whine softly as he groans in response. " hmm? what do you think i want? " he said

" fuck. " was the only word you could let out. " thats your only response? " he said in a disappointed tone.

" me... fuck me... " raising his eyebrows, he looked intensely at you and you swore the world stopped for a whole second. " lix... "

"well then keep on begging for me, i like hearing you beg sweetheart " he said while holding your thighs and removing your shorts.

"you're going to do well for me, like a dumb little whore yeah?" he said, goosebumps rising at the sudden degradation. noticing the way you shook, he tsked while you feel your arousal staining your shorts.

"now could you do any better in responding?" he said pulling down your shorts in a gentle, teasing manner while you bit your bottom lip while nodding.

entering his middle and index finger in your core, you accidentally made a loud moan. "this is the first time i've seen you like this. so you like being a slut? touché." he said while making circular motions.

" felix.. oh my god. " breathing heavily you said. he decided to leave more marks on your collarbone as his fingers find their way in and out of you, and you moaned feeling closer and closer to your climax.

" hmm i didnt know my baby liked being a sub? guess being a dom does have an end at times."

feeling you were close, felix decided to remove his fingers and it made you whine again, loudly this time.

" patience darling. " he said while removing your tshirt. you tugged eagerly on his sweatpants "felix.." you called out.

he pushed you to lay down the bed while he took time to go on top while entering in a slow but sensual thrust. "do you like how it feels?" he said, although it was obvious on how you sounded while he pounds into you. "no answer? maybe my pretty slut wants to be fucked faster until the only thing she can say is my name" felix commented, and as he said his pace got faster and rougher, moaning louder everytime.

" come faster or else i'll be edging you again until you beg for me in tears just to make you my cum slut. " in his dark voice, you just felt like you wanted more of this experience. determined on making you come, he went the fastest he could, which made you scream his name repeatedly, a knot forming on your stomach.

" i-im.. " you stuttered as you felt your orgasm come. going slower, felix felt himself come too.

due to the past actions, you fell right beside his shoulder " are you awake? " he asked in a subtle manner. you gave out a small response. holding you close to his chest and stroking your hair, he kissed the top of your head and then your forehead.

" babe, im sorry if i.. see i just felt really stressed due to many events i didnt know what to do. i still love you. " he said, while you gently smiled as you were still mentally passed out. though he knew you were going to probably forget this conversation when you wake up, he decides to still compliment everything about you.

" super pretty. your marks look beautiful on you. fuck whenever you moan i just feel more and more aroused. i may love you so much. by the way you arent a little whore or a cum slut or anything i said. youre just my y/n. if i look like the world to you or the sun, you're my whole universe. " he rambled.

" you may or may not be listening but remember youre perfect to me. whenever you eat whatever i give to you for breakfast lunch and dinner, hell sometimes the snacks. dont be insecure about your weight. your body is beautiful. you have such a pretty face damn i bet if aphrodite was here she would be jealous." smiling at his cheesy remarks, you snuggled closer to his shoulder.

"lix i wouldnt want to be anywhere else but here in your arms. " you said, closing your eyes to finally sleep after the long night.

- 🥟 see I KNOW this isnt that good but if u have anything to say pls tell me (btw i wont post it im just gonna resend the final format to you 😭)

why do i feel like felix would be like that after he degraded you like he'd just feel bad and sorry even tho it's so okay for you lmao

#🥟 anon #kathys cute ass anons #kathys asks #felix smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #kathys hard thoughts

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the-empress-7 · 3 years

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I have a strong feeling that Harry will walk back the racist claims as a way to get back in with his family. And everything else they claimed can be easily disproved. Im not sure it is as bad as it seems right now. If the family is smart they will wait til Markle and Harry backtrack, then release video abuse evidence to make them look like complete liars.

You can’t unring a bell.

I've always suspected M had post partum depression, since the SA interview. But I don't buy they wouldn't able to get help. Like, this is UK, not Saudi Arabia!! Why would they need permission to go to hospital/doctor? Also, they could ask for doctor home visit? Also, she said it happened because her mother & friends told her about all the negative stories (she still said she didn't read the paper)?? Why did they do that?? This all is WTF trainwreck.

I think she said she was suicidal while pregnant. She managed to go through an entire pregnancy by only seeing doctors of her choosing. Also if she was free to choose doctors for her physical health care, why the hell would be not have had full leeway on doctors of her mental heath care.

"She is going to lie for two hours straight and Americans are going to eat it up." I wonder if it will negatively affect tourism, post Covid. 🇬🇧

Oh please Americans are still going to visit the UK as always if not more. They will still stand outside of BP. They will still watch every thing the UK movie industry puts out. Not a single American will boycott anything British over her.

The press and the public is going to eat Harry alive for the secret wedding, and this time they are fully within their right. He’s so goddamn dumb, plus they’re potentially risking the archbishop of Canterbury’s job. It was probably not a legit one, but still. So, so dumb

I hope the AOC loses his job over this, afterall he was four hours away the day of Archie’s christening.

Fergie taught her to curtsy, but no one taught her life as a royal 🙄 The lies and inconsistencies and the holes in the stories are just to freaking much

The York references were so awkward.

Why is she dresses like a Brit in the country? Welles, that raincoat. Harry is in short sleeves. She’s mental

I still havent seen any pics!

I came out of this interview hating Harry on Meghan’s behalf and finding Harry to be a clueless spoiled entitled buffoon who probably shouldn’t be left alone without adult supervision. No one can be as obviously clueless as he is, right? I’m not discounting the racism Meghan may have experienced by some of the tabloid press or even from some of the more elitist, snobbier courtiers. But it sounds like a lot of the racism within the family wasn’t ever said directly to Meghan or experienced by her directly but came through conversations Harry supposedly had with family members and then came back and relayed to her. Which given how much of a horrible job Harry did at communicating protocol, rules, what life is like in the royal family to her, I’d automatically doubt anything he said and his interpretation of anything. And we all know he has a super short fuse and reads into a lot of what people actually say. He spun William’s “slow down and take some time, dude” advice to him being a racist a*shole instead of a protective big brother who realized what a huge change this may mean for the woman marrying in and for Harry.

And it sounds like Harry expected the family do a lot of the heavy lifting for his wife/their life instead of doing it himself. Why didn’t he arrange royal/princess lessons for Meghan? Why was it HR or William/Kate/Charles/theQueen’s job to get Meghan acclimated to royal life and/or get her help when she was struggling with her mental health? Couldn’t he call his own therapist or doctor if she was so in crisis she felt like she couldn’t reach out herself? My opinion of Meghan stayed the same but I came away really disliking Harry and feeling sorry for his wife and kids likely having to parent and handhold his clueless self.

Harry isnt exactly a subject matter expert on racism is he? Of all the BRF members he is one person who has actually been caught being racist over and over again. He married a biracial woman, and overnight he knew which comments from his family members were racist? I don't believe it for a minute. Like you said, he thinks being told to slow down was racist.

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oceanivoxjoquainx · 3 years

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The Ungodly Hour (Sam x Joaquin)

Sam stirred on his side and slowly opened his eyes while rubbing them with his palm as they adjusted to the darkness that surrounded him. There was only one source of light and it was from a window right above his head allowing moonlight to land on an unknown location behind him. The red glow of an alarm clock was the first thing he could properly recognize.

3:35 AM

With a groan he turned onto his back and further studied his surroundings. They're were glowing stars on the ceiling and what appeared to be hundreds of little canvases on the walls, both finished and unfinished.

"Huh. Never knew he was an artist. Would ya look at that.", he muttered to himself before the realization of where he actually was hit him. Almost at the exact same time an arm shifted around his waist which caused Sam to curse.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!", he was NOT supposed to get this close him at ALL. In fact Sarah and Sharon told him explicitly NOT to go anywhere near the man! When Sam formed his Falcon team almost 2 years ago, they made it a rule not to sleep with each other. Of course there was chemistry between the all new Captain America and the man who was dubbed as the "New Falcon" before the team officially was a thing but nothing had happened then and nothing ever happened since they were one. Sam knew that Joaquin Torres was supposed to be completely off limits.

He gingerly removed the other man's hand off of his person as well as the thin sheet that covered him. He studied the pattern but could barely make out what it was in the darkness so he gave that endeavor up. He then shuffled his way out the bed as best as he could without waking up the other party.

His two feet landed on the hardwood floor of the ground and he stood up with barely a squeak from the bed. In light of his minute victory Sam decided to go a little dance before turning around and confirming his suspicions as to who's bed he was occupying.

Sure enough Joaquin was still peacefully asleep flat on his stomach with his face facing Sam and being washed in moonlight. Every dip and protrusion of his body was carefully mapped out by the sheet that covered him from his mid back to his feet. Even covered, Sam could see and visualize every part of that body he was holding onto and feeling just mere hours before. Every groan and moan made by the both of them. As he looked back at his face, specifically his lips, he remembered the deep first kiss they had that Sam pushed every feeling of wanting and longing into-

"Wow", was all Sam could muster, shaking his head to get the memory away before trying to find his way to a bathroom or a kitchen. He assumed it was Joaquin's apartment based on the decor of the bedroom but really had never been there before to know 100%. But still he was pretty sure. The next mystery was figuring out how they got there that night. And in that bed....

He finally reached a door and turned the knob hoping to be led into a hallway of some kind and not a closet. To his surprise that's exactly what he was awarded with! The door made more noise than the bed but after a quick look over his shoulder, the only movement Joaquin had made was turn his head away from Sam. After a sigh he pushed forward and closed the door behind him.

Walking down the hallway he saw two other doors. One was open and one was closed. The open door led to a bathroom while the closed one remained a mystery.

"Roommates?", he asked himself before walking into the bathroom and turning on the light. Looking into the mirror the first thing he noticed was a massive brown and purple bruise on his neck. "Damn, he got me good", he chucked to himself. "A little neck dragon on the loose, someone call the Avengers!" At this point he was making faces to himself and making himself laugh all in one go. He then bent down to turn on the faucet and splash some water on his face and it was here he noticed something else.

"Where the hell are any of my clothes?!?!" He was standing there fully naked. Asschecks exposed to the world.... well.... whatever little world this bathroom was. "I should probably find those if I want to leave here with my dignity in tact...", he muttered to himself.

"Orrrrrrrrrrrrr you could stay forever."

Sam jumped at the voice that creeped up on the side of him and was fully ready to throw the person over his shoulder before recognizing Joaquin's smug smile. A mischievous grin took over the shorter man's face as he realized he successfully got the drop on his target.

"What the hell are you doing up and slinking around here? You were thissss close to have a broken spine.", Sam sighed out.

"Pfft you would never. Plus I'dve ran far away before you could even reach out to grab me. But to answer your question Mr Sam Wilson, I was sound asleep until my arm was removed from its permanent resting place!"

"Permanent what?"

"I said what I said. And I fully intend to put it back there too", Joaquin declared, slowly making his way closer and closer to Sam.

"I mean um, I uh, But we uh, we we we can't right? We all ag-greed right? No hooking up?" Sam could barely get his words out anymore because Joaquin had placed a hand on his stomach and was slowly drawing it up his chest, over his shoulders, around his neck, and finally resting on his cheek.

"That rule was always dumb and besides what Sharon and Sarah don't know can't hurt them!"

"Yeah.... yeah.... you're absolutely right.", Sam replied before cradling Joaquin's head in his hands and meeting their lips in a slow and deep kiss. "I'm definitely changing that rule. I need you to publicly be mines."

"Oh? Yours? Are you asking me out Sam? Cuz this sure isnt what the movies told me this moment would be like."

The two were standing in a bathroom, one naked, one in sweat pants, holding each others faces in their hands and laughing like mad men.

"You watch too many movies then," Sam finally got out. "But fine. Joaquin Torres, will you do me the honor of going out on a date with me?"

"Sure but only after you take a shower. You smell like shit!"

Confused Sam stood there with his mouth agape before being pushed inside the shower and had the water turned on for him. "Hey!" he shouted, "Not cool!" After getting no response hearing the door close he shouted again, "You can't just push me in here and leave me by myself! And I still have questions!"

"Who said you were going to be by yourself?" Sam heard Joaquin say from behind the shower curtain. Said curtain was then pushed aside and Joaquin stepped in, lower body freed from the sweatpants. "Hand me the soap then! I wasn't lying about you smelling bad! And there are no questions. Only shower time!"

Sam laughed and pulled Joaquin into a hug, drowning out the sounds of protest and exclamations about body odor before pulling away and smirking down at a grinning Joaquin. After a quick kiss he handed Joaquin a washcloth and some soap and let him get work on the both of them.

He wondered how in the hell he could have denied himself this all this time and mentally ensured that now that he had it, he wasn't going to let it go.

#sam wilson #joaquin torres #sam x joaquin #tfatws #this is my first ever fanfic okay go easy on me #i just just having a little bit of fun sksksk #i cant wait to see what the ship names gonna be #samjoaq #falcres #samquin

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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80s movie prompt: Geralt started his own construction company right out of high school, but its only been a year and currently its just him. He has been hired to redo the roof and siding of the Pankrats' summer cabin and is allowed to stay there while he works but he isnt expecting the Pankratz prodigal son to return from his year at Oxenfurt and (taking one look at Geralt) decide he wants to spend the summer there too. Cue skinny dipping, sunsets, bonfires, and cuddling under the stars! ❤😏🥰

(Truly nothing could be as adorable as this. I’m going to make it very long so...oops)

Geralt is 23 and Jaskier is 21 in this story

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Geralt hears the mysterious visitor approaching before he sees them. He’s extremely confused as to why anyone is coming out to the Pankratz family cabin at all; he was supposed to be out here fixing the roof by himself for the next week. There had been a storm earlier in the month and Mr. and Mrs. Pankratz had hired him (mostly out of obligation since he’d grown up next to them) to patch up a hole poked through the roof by a wayward tree branch.

They’d promised him a week alone at the cabin to hang out, thirty bucks for groceries, and (if they were impressed with the finished product) they’d even offered to spread the word of his small business around their workplaces. So he needed to do a good job.

Someone showing up out of the blue and clearly intending to use the property is...confusing, all things considered. Geralt climbs down from the roof and makes his way to the front of the little cottage to greet the stranger.

“And then you put your arms around me And we tumble to the ground And then you say, ‘I think we're alone now, There doesn't seem to be anyone around.’“

The red convertible’s engine cuts and the radio goes just as silent. The driver, a boy maybe a year or two younger than Geralt’s twenty-three, lifts his sunglasses from his shockingly blue eyes and stares back at the construction worker.

Like two dumb, gay deer stuck in each other’s headlights.

“Uh...hi?”

“Who’re you?” Geralt asks stupidly.

“Julian Pankratz. My family still owns this cabin, right? They didn’t sell it and then forget to tell me? I always come borrow it for a week at the end of July.”

“I’m just, uh, here to fix the roof.”

“Oh. Was it that nasty storm?”

“Yeah. Tree branch. I’m Geralt, by the way.”

“Cool. Julian, like I said, but I’d prefer it if you called me Jaskier.”

“Nice to meet you then, Jaskier. I’ve been staying in the guest room but I can move to the couch if you want it instead,” Geralt suddenly offers. Jaskier seems taken aback and waves his hands in front of his face.

“Wouldn’t dream of it! I’ll take my parents’ room.”

“Oh. Yeah, that works.”

Jaskier vaults over the door of the cherry-red Mustang and Geralt tries not to gulp visibly. Why the fuck is this adorable twink wearing a crop top?! Sure, Geralt had a few of his own cutoff shirts in his bag somewhere to use when it got too hot but he didn’t want to burn his shoulders during a job, but this kid was stylish. This was as calculated as Johnny Depp’s look in Nightmare on Elm Street.

The suddenly anxious contractor licks his lips and returns to the roof. He was only here to do a job, after all. There’s really no point in watching Jaskier meander down to the beach with a towel. No point in casting a few scattered glances as the gloriously slender man removes his shirt and lays down to tan.

But Geralt can’t help himself. Jaskier is, unfortunately, really fucking cute.

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“So my parents didn’t bother to tell you that I was working here this week?” Geralt asks. He prods the dying fire with a stick and watches as the embers catch against a new log. Jaskier is wrapped in the softest looking burgundy sweater that Geralt had ever seen. His cutoff denim shorts were fraying at the hem, just above his knees, and the construction worker had to work to tear his eyes away.

Jaskier was, for lack of a better word, incredibly pretty.

His caramel bangs were feathered and side-swept. His eyes were a bright and sparkling in the flickering light of the bonfire. “My parents don’t talk to me a lot. They’re not super comfortable with my whole, uh sexuality.”

“Oh.”

“You don’t sound surprised.”

“Would it be rude to say I’m not? I mean, I’ve been to enough gay bars to know what a twink looks like.”

“Oh so you...”

“Mhm.”

Jaskier’s smile takes on a slightly predatory edge and he slides closer in the sand, his hand fluttering up to Geralt’s knee. “Well.”

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Three nights later Jaskier is laying with his head on Geralt’s chest, staring up at the dark sky above them. “You’re so soft,” the contractor mutters. His thumb is making slow circles on the skin of Jaskier’s upper arm.

“Moisturizer,” the younger man shrugs.

“You’re soft on the inside, too,” Geralt clarifies. “Like a fairy tale princess or some shit.”

“You’re like...hmm. I don’t know what you’re like. You’re very unique.”

“I’m just another kid who couldn’t afford college and started his own small business doing manual labor in the American Midwest.”

“You make yourself sound like a Stephen King protagonist.”

“Maybe not that tragic or romantic,” Geralt scoffs. Jaskier rolls up onto his elbows, head dangling just above Geralt’s. A pair of honey-hazel eyes blink drunkenly up at him. They may have broken into his father’s tequila stash (he can replace it later) and they may be a little tipsy.

“Oh you reek of tragedy and romance, my broody, winter-haired darling,” Jaskier giggles. He slides his nose back and forth against Geralt’s and listens as the older man rumbles happily beneath him. “May I kiss you?”

“Feel free.”

Jaskier presses his lips down against Geralt’s the world lights up around him, even in the dead of night. Oh, there’s something incredibly special about the elusive, quiet construction worker.

“Oh Geralt,” he gasps, pulling away for only a moment, “I think I might love you.”

#geraskier #geraskier prompt fill #geraskier 80's au #geraskier 80's #geraskier college au #summer lovin'#geraskier ficlet #tiffany i think we're alone now #geralt x jaskier #thank you for this adorable prompt #i loved it #and i want to turn this into a series #thoughts? would you read it?

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kyoutos-kisses · 3 years

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~Confession~

This is for the @planetoshun 90's-2000's theme server collab! It's a lot longer than i originally planned but I really enjoyed writing again, it's been so long!!

song: End of The Road- Boyz || men

word count: 2,625

cw: SFW, Bakugo x Kirishima, friends to lovers, All parties are 18+

Graduation day is in a week. A few days later Kirishima is supposed to be going on a trip with his moms for 2 months. Bakugo isn't ready to be away from his best friend for that long, they are always together, especially after moving into the dorms. Breakfast, training, school, after school workouts, grocery shopping….Ei is always around. Bakugo has known for a while that he feels something special for the redhead, but has yet to bring it up. He thinks Ei feels somewhat the same but isn’t sure. There's always that nagging voice that says Kiri deserves someone better….

As Kat lays in bed he thinks about what to do- he is worried he is running out of time. What if Kiri goes on this trip and finds someone? A Lot can happen in 2 months. Kiri could find a pretty girl to make him smile. He could decide to move for good. Get married and gives his moms pretty grandbabies.

Kat starts to tear up at the thought of Kiri with someone else. Graduation could be the end for them, it could be the goodbye Bakugo never wants to happen. He doesn't want to let his best friend go. Who would be there for him on the bad days? The good days? Who would tell him dumb stories about all the animals seen on his patrol shift that week? Who would sing and dance in the kitchen while cooking? He’d be lonely. So much would be gone from Bakugos life if Kiri leaves. It would be so dull if he never came back. His heart starts to hurt, he can feel it clenching at the thought of Kiri never returning.

After thinking about it for a while longer and crying for a good hour- Bakugo decides he is going to say something to Kiri before it's too late- before he has the chance to back out. He moves to sit at his desk and pulls out a pencil and paper, he needs to get his thoughts out or he’ll mess it up, Kiri deserves the best- he can’t mess this up. It has to be perfect. Kat writes his feelings out, the things he always wanted to say-the little things he loves that Ei never notices about himself...everything he has ever wanted to say over the last few years of knowing Kirishima.

After throwing every thought onto paper, Kat runs into a problem. How does he do this..a speech? a letter? a song? no-definitely not a song!

A letter doesn't sound too bad, neither does a speech. Maybe he could swing both. Make a speech for everyone and then a letter only for Ei...something personal that Kat loves about his dorky, croc wearing redhead.

He knows exactly what he’ll be putting in the letter, it’ll be for Ei’s eyes only. The speech though...he knows when and he knows to do it full of confidence but he doesn't know what to say yet. He doesn’t want to embarrass either of them or make Ei upset for some reason. There are too many things that could go wrong.

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As Bakugo prepares to walk across the stage and receive his diploma, an avalanche of emotions hits him. He is suddenly full of anxiety, nervousness, excitement, and some fear..even though he’ll never admit to that last one. He’s got the letter for Kiri neatly written and ready to be given away. He’s got his speech memorized and a few note cards stashed in his pocket, just in case.

It’s almost his turn to walk, he starts breathing a little heavier-the panic is starting to rise and settle in his lungs. He faintly hears the speeches given by Nezu and a few teachers, announcing the names of his classmates will soon be called along with the loud erratic beating of his heart, he reminds himself to breathe and that he NEEDS to do this. He NEEDS Eijiro to know the truth about how he feels. This is his last chance before the school year is officially over, before his self proclaimed deadline up and passes him by. He can do this...he can do this. Deep breaths...

He can't do this...it's too much. Eijiro isnt gonna understand, he is gonna mess up his words and Ei wont know what he means. Bakugo goes to turn and leave the line as he hears Mina’s name called by Present Mic. Before he can get too far, he feels strong hands grip his shoulders and suddenly he is face to face with Sero.

“You’re really gonna leave? You of all people are going to choose to run away?”. Bakugo gives him a look, “I’m not running away...I just have to-I need some air.” Bakugo tries again to leave but Sero only follows, causing a puff of air to leave Bakugos nose and a hand to fly up and rub his face in annoyance. “Look Tapeface, You don't need to go follow. I’ll be right back”. Once more he is stopped but this time it's by words instead of a pair of hands. “You know he feels the same right? He likes you just as much as you like him, I don't know if that will make you go out there and say what you need to say but you’ve been trying so hard to get this right….you asked me for help….ME! You came to me and asked me to proofread, I helped for hours to make sure you had everything you needed. I don't want to pressure you but….you need to know that he won't reject you….I haven't told him anything, but he's been asking about you since you haven't been around this week. He loves you Bakugo.” Sero takes a rushed deep breath after his spiel and tells Bakugo he is going to go back to the line.

Bakugo is stunned at first. He knew Ei was going to ask where he was since he hadn't been around but... Ei liked him? Loved him? Sero gave Bakugo the push he needed, He quickly marched his way back to his spot behind Tsu and was just in time for her name to be called.

He’s next. He is gonna walk up to that mic and tell Eijiro exactly how he feels. He’s gonna do it.

“Bakugo Katsuki”

Bakugo takes a deep breath and starts walking across the stage to Nezu. He gives a nod and a handshake then heads to the podium. Present Mic backs up and gestures for Bakugo to go ahead.

“I have something to say…” Deep breath, I can do this “These last few years have been nothing short of crazy. Everyone has been through so much. Hell, we are graduating! I don't want to get too off track here but uh..I guess good job guys- congrats, we did it.”

As Bakugo gets more comfortable in front of the audience, he decides to wing it. He doesn't want to sound scripted, he wants to soun- Be genuine.

“I decided I was going to get something off my chest before leaving today. I've been thinking and i uhh- shit this is kinda hard. Okay, I uhh...I” Bakugo looks to the left side of the stage and sees Kirishima giving him a thumbs up and Sero mouthing “you got this”. Bakugo nods, straightens up and runs a hand through his hair.

“I noticed a long time ago that there was something missing from my routine. I was training too hard, I didn't like to go out and leave the dorms, I didn't want to be noticed unless it was for hero work.” Clearing his throat, he continued “That changed a while back and I started feeling differently about some things, but didn’t know what to say or do so I took a step back with training, I didn't push so hard. I talked a little more. Turns out going out isn't so bad, it wasn't so much of a chore. I liked being noticed, but only by one person. And not just for hero work, I liked to be noticed always. I WANTED it, enjoyed it.”

Taking a steadying breath in and letting the nerves leave him in a rush of air, Bakugo finishes off his speech with, “After the hard patrols, I found myself wondering what that person was doing, thinking. Were they really okay despite what was said? Did they have any injuries that nobody knew about? I wanted them to be around constantly, I wanted to know about their day, the good and the bad ones. The bad ones especially because I wanted to be there to comfort them, hold them, make the tears stop if there were any. I want to cook for them on the mornings when they are tired and want to sleep in. I want to make them smile and laugh, I want to be the reason they are happy. I want to show them what it feels like to be loved. So here it goes, I love you…..I love you Eijiro Kirishima and I always have.” The audience claps and a few people say “awww”, but that is quickly over with once Bakugo throws a glare in their direction.

With a quick look to his left, straight to a furiously blushing redhead, Bakugo smiles, winks then walks off the stage and goes back to his seat. He thinks he did pretty good, great even. So what if he stumbled a bit at first?

He reaches into his pocket and takes out the letter, he needs to get it to Ei’s seat before he misses his chance. He counts the seats, “Toru, Tenya, Kyoka, Denki '', he gets to Ei’s seat and places the creased envelope on the chair with a little tape and a neatly written EIJIRO across the front. Bakugo makes it back to his place just in time for the line of people to start coming his way. He gets smiles, winks and high fives from his classmates as he waits for Ei to make his way to the letter. He’s started to sweat a little, cursing under his breath- slightly worried it's going to blow away or that someone might read it before Ei gets to it. His heartbeat slows as he sees Ei coming down the walkway to his chair. Bakugo sees the smile light up Kirishima’s face as Kiri sees the letter with his name clearly written in Bakugo’s handwriting.

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Kiri makes his way to his seat with a huge smile on his blushing face. After Kat showcasing his love that way, what would the note say? Kiri figured it would have a little explanation but nothing more. He takes the letter and places it in his shirt pocket, he’ll wait to read it till he is alone and can concentrate much better.

Back at the dorms, Ei is laying on his bed relaxing after a shower and packing. He remembers the note from Bakugo and gets excited all over again to read it. He hasn't heard from or seen Bakugo since the ending ceremony, everyone headed off in different directions and with family. Ei didn't know but Kat was in his dorm next door, not so patiently waiting to hear from his best friend.

Kirishima sits cross legged in the middle of his bed and holds the envelope in his hands, studying it. He goes to open it but his hands are starting to shake, he’s nervous...what’s the note going to say? He peels the little explosion sticker off that’s sealing it shut and smiles as he remembers gifting them to Kat a couple months ago. He pulls the paper out carefully, not wanting to damage the words written so carefully. As he unfolds the note, he can see the amount of effort put into this. The words don’t look sloppy or rushed, they’ve been written so neatly and there’s not a smudge on the paper. It looks absolutely perfect. After sitting and staring for a while, Ei starts to read……

I know you're leaving for the trip soon...I just couldn't let you go without getting some things off my chest. Do you remember the night Denki got us really drunk? We talked all about the past...I remember it...you said you’d never been in love before. Said you’d never known what it was like to BE loved….I’d like to show you if you’d let me?

The day we went “exploring” after patrol in 1st year, we walked forever till you found a meadow with all these flowers. You were so happy- running around, smiling and laughing. When we finally found somewhere to sit and relax, we just sat for hours. You picked flowers and played with the grass, found little caterpillars and watched the clouds.

You looked so beautiful- the sun was shining, butterflies were flying around and your eyes were so bright. You were just sitting and smiling, you looked so peaceful- no stress, no drama….just you and me. I’ll never forget it, that day you held my hand for the 1st time. I think it might have been an accident but even if it was, I'm glad you didn’t let go. We stayed until the stars came out then we walked to town for dinner. It was a simple day but from then on I just…..I couldn’t see things the same anymore.

The more I think about it, I wish that had been a date. It was perfect enough to be one. Maybe we’ll be able to go on one after your trip. I know how excited you are to go. That’s the reason for everything today.

I didn’t want you to leave and it be too late for me to tell you this. I didn’t want you to meet someone new...someone who you’d choose to move away with.

I love you Eijiro. My heart belongs to you, hopefully you’ll forgive me for taking so long to confess.

Have fun on your trip! I’ll be here when you come back… I’ll be here for you till my dying day. Just come back to me, okay?

~Bakugo Katsuki

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Bakugo waited and waited for Kirishima to say or do something, anything. He didn’t want to celebrate without his best friend. At that moment there was a knock, then another and finally the voice he’d been waiting to hear.

”Kat? Can I come in?”

“Doors open”

Kiri opened the door. The first thing Bakugo noticed was the tears on Kiri’s face and the letter still in his hand. Bakugo stood up from the bed and walked a little closer to Kiri who shut the door and was wiping his eyes.

”Why are you crying?”

“because no one has ever called me beautiful before, made me feel beautiful. You did both in just a few sentences.”

Kiri launched forward, wrapping his arms around Bakugo and hugging him tightly. Stepping back a little and pressing their foreheads together, Kiri asked, “Did you mean it?”

Bakugo lifted his hand from being bunched in the fabric of Kiri’s shirt, softly placing it on Ei’s jaw and caressing his cheek with his thumb. Looking into Kirishima’s eyes, he answered, “All of it. Every word”

Their eyes bounced from lips and back to eyes before they both leaned in and kissed sweetly. As they parted, Kiri smiled and muttered, “You know...it was supposed to be a surprise..but I actually have a ticket for you to come with me. I’ve already cleared it with your parents….”

Bakugo couldn’t help the grin that broke out across his face and the laugh that boomed from his chest, “You little shit!”

~Fin~

#collab #bakugou x kirishima #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirashima #mha fluff #planeto🪐

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