#but no we can’t have that. make him a fucking baby. toss every interesting thing about his character into a fucking volcano

[soullessjack]

every day I remember that this fandom simply does not care about autistic people and, much like every other fucking thing I experience as an autistic person, the concept of it being a collective found family becomes increasingly alien to me. love this place.

#we really just can’t win I fucking hate it here #like this is my special interest. this is my community. I’ve met so many people through it that ended up becoming lifelong friends #I’ve been here for almost ten years and it’s meant everything to me for ten years. it’s kept me going through so much shit. #it’s more than just a show and more than just a fandom and it’s one of the best things I’ve ever been apart of #and like I didn’t realize I was autistic until like late 2021. I didn’t even realize SPN was my special interest until then either #I didn’t realize JACK was my special interest. but knowing that he is autistic means so much to me #and its meant so much to other autistic ppl in the fandom. somebody at MomentoCon even mentioned it to Alex last weekend for fucks sake . #it’s real and it’s special and it’s important to us but #but no we can’t have that. make him a fucking baby. toss every interesting thing about his character into a fucking volcano #and relegate him to being a fucking prop for everybody else. #I don’t know how else to tell you this but you are literally infantilizing an autistic person. you are being ableist. intentionally or not. #and the way you all seem to just. idk. double down on your own ableism? or excuse it? #or literally ignore autistic ppl who try to point out how ableist and weird your behavior towards an autistic character is? #it’s a lot of things. it’s so many terrible things and terrible feelings. but above all it’s disheartening. #it hurts to know that even in this space where everyone is family and everyone belongs. I’m still on the outside looking in. #I’m still not /really/ a part of everything else. it’s a horrible feeling and I don’t wish anyone to ever go through with it #but maybe you fucking should. maybe then you’d realize what you’re doing. or maybe you won’t. maybe I’m screaming into the void again. #which I literally always am w this topic anyways. nothing but screaming into a vast empty void that’s supposed to be my big special family #but whatever I guess. #spn #supernatural #spn fandom #spn family #spn famdom #jack kline #autistic jack kline #tfw2.0 #destiel #sam and dean #castiel

[carolmunson]

carol’s at the laundromat mat, so:

older!modern!eddie it is.

(tw: implied sexual themes, implied smut/spanking idk. they argue but it’s kind of hot leave me alone.)

Gwen whines, not used to having to sit still for so long and the iPad lost her interest twenty minutes ago. He bounces her on his lap to try and make her laugh but she’s tired and grouchy; he’s out of snacks — forgetting how long this takes when he’s not in control of it. When the only thing you can do is wait.

“Wan’ go home daddy,” she pouts, resting her curly head on his shoulder, “Pwease.”

“I know you do, baby girl,” he coos, big ringed hand smoothing over her back, “But we wouldn’t be here if you didn’t put your crayons in the washing machine.”

She huffs, burying her face in his neck and pushing her body further into him. Maybe if she melts his heart enough he’ll relent and take her home; but he can’t leave you here to do it all yourself.

You come over from switching the loads into the dryer; it’s a dead night so you can use a few to make the process a little faster. You’re about as grouchy as Gwen is; annoyed that you had to retreat and wash the loads you did originally and now that you have to get the washing machine professionally fixed. You run your tongue over your teeth when you sit down next to them, crossing your arms against your chest with a huff that matches your daughters.

Two grouchy girls.

“Why don’t you take her home and I’ll fold it all?” he offers quietly.

“No. I’m the one doing the laundry because you’re so out of touch you can barely work a laundry card. You can deal with an angry toddler,” you snap.

“Well right now I’m dealing with two angry toddlers, so,” he snaps back with a shrug; his voice is cool and calm. The measured tone puts warmth in your chest; perks up your posture.

“I’m not acting like a toddler,” you say back, Gwen occupied now with Eddie’s phone, looking at herself in the front facing camera.

“All that huffing and puffing?” his brows raise, “Coulda fooled me.”

“Shut up, Ed,” your voice sour, reaching into your canvas tote to take out a book while you wait for the clothes to run through the dryer.

“Steeb!” Gwen smiles, the FaceTime ring coming in with his photo in the corner. Eddie tosses you a tight look before answering the call, connecting an AirPod to one ear and the other on Gwen.

“Hold on to it, Gwenny,” he instructs.

“Kay, daddy,” she nods while he holds the phone in front of her face. Steve smiles at the sight of her.

“Hi girl,” he coos, “How are you, lady?”

“We’re at the washa-masheen sto’,” she smiles.

His brow quirks, Eddie leaning forward to explain her toddler-ese, “We’re at the laundromat.”

“Ew. Why?” Steve’s face sours at the thought of a laundromat, sharing machines, leaving things behind.

“Your favorite girl put her 64 pack of crayons in the washing machine so we have to get it repaired,” he sighs.

“Aww, Gwenny,” he pouts into the screen, “You silly girl.”

“It was by assident,” she pouts, lower lip jutting out.

“I know,” he matches her face back at her, apologetic voice on, “You’ve never done anything bad in your life. You never will.”

Eddie let’s a puff of breath out of his mouth with a roll of his eyes, “Yeah wait until she breaks something of yours before you say that.”

“She’s an angel every time she’s in Chicago,” Steve shrugs, “Maybe it’s just you. You’re an angel, right Gwen?”

“I’mma angel, Daddy,” Gwen nods, not really knowing what she means. Eddie giggles at her, running a hand over her soft curls.

“Yeah you are,” he smiles down at her before pressing a kiss to the back of her head while she babbles at Steve. He can still feel your frustration emanating off of you while you hastily turn a page in your book.

He takes a the headphone out of his ear before turning his head your way, voice low with warning, “Sorry, am I bothering you?”

“M’just trying to read,” your voice teeters on bratty when you whisper back to him with narrowed eyes, “You’re both being so fuck—freaking distracting.”

His mouth falls opens slightly in a surprised smile, “You’re in rare fuckin’ form tonight, you hear me?”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” your brow furrowed and on defense.

“Why don’t you go home? I’ll fold while Gwen talks to Steve,” he offers again, “Maybe you can figure out where all this attitude came from on the way there.”

“You can’t carry all that back with Gwen,” you counter, head nodding towards the empty laundry bags next to him.

“We’ll take a car,” he nods bitterly, “Go home. We’ll see you in a little.”

There’s no room for arguing, not when he puts on his authority voice. A voice normally reserved for Gwen when she’s in need of some parental guidance; but he’s used it on you a few times. A reminder — still twelve years your senior.

You suck in your cheeks, chewing on the skin for a minute while you consider it. You put your book back in your bag, tossing your keys in too, “Fine.”

“Fine,” he retorts back. He bounces Gwen to get her attention, “Say bye to mommy, honey.”

She turns, her big baby eyes rounding with confusion, “Bye mommy?”

“I’m gonna run home and start dinner, Gwenny,” you smile at her, forcing yourself not to be annoyed while you soothe her, “You want some chicken tenders and rice?”

“Ya,” she giggles, “Please.”

“Good manners, girlie,” you smile, kissing her on the forehead, “See you in a little.”

“See ya in a widdle,” she parrots back.

“Where’s Peach goin’?” Steve asks when Eddie puts the headphone back in his ear, watching you leave through the automatic doors.

“Home,” he sighs, rubbing his temple, “Dealing with two bratty girls today.”

“Ouch,” Steve nods, “Sorry about that — but, to be fair, Gwen is never bratty.”

“I’m gonna hang up on you, man,” he laughs, pushing his curls out of his eyes while Gwen takes over the conversation again; finally smiley and settling.

Eddie gets home later with the folded laundry and a napping three year old on his hip. He barely speaks when he brings the clothes upstairs and puts Gwen in her room while you work on dinner in the kitchen. Just like the both of you to hold a mini grudge when you don’t know what you’re arguing about in the first place.

He eases down the metal spiral staircase, jeans swapped out for sweats and long socks, t-shirt with the arms cut out that show off his arms and the tops of his obliques.

“You got somethin’ you wanna say to me?” he asks. You slam the oven in response.

“Ooh, okay,” he nods, perked up at the challenge, “Look’it me, huh?”

You look at him from under your lashes, aggravation pumping through you — you don’t even know why you’re mad anymore.

“What’s your problem?” he asks, making his way over to you, pressing you up against the counter while his arms come around to cage you in.

“Just — I don’t know, tired,” you shrug.

“Tired?” he laughs, tilting his head down to run the tip of his nose over your neck, up over your jaw, “You sure?”

Your needy sigh clues him in, you’re not tired.

“Think you need me to help you get over it,” he purrs, “Don’t you, baby?”

You whimper in response, he leaves a long kiss at the hinge of your jaw, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you later. I promise.”

“You’re insufferable,” you sigh, trying not to give in to him but wanting to desperately.

“That’s why you married me,” he smirks, coming back up to kiss you softly on the lips, “But keep it up, sweetheart. All that mean girl shit. See if I go easy on you.”

Later that night; you’re both grateful that his office is soundproofed.

#orange colored sky #older!eddie #older!eddie munson #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is another part of our possessive Harry rec list. If you missed them, you can find part one here and part two here. There are a ton of amazing fics on this list that we hope you'll check out. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Back Where I Belong | Explicit | 7,217 words

Harry’s trying to have a conversation with Nick, who he hasn’t seen in nearly three months, but the way Nick’s eyes keep darting over his shoulder every few seconds is quite distracting. It’s ironic, because at least a quarter of the reason that he’s even talking to Nick in the first place is because he needs a distraction. He’s all too aware of exactly what’s going on behind his back. Nick is the one who finally brings it up. “Do you think he’s doing it to spite you?” “He’s definitely doing it to spite me,” Harry answers tightly, resisting the urge to crane his neck around so he can see. He clutches his drink a little tighter, trying to keep his tenuous control over his own movements.

2) Come A Little Closer | Explicit | 9,867 words

Louis puts on lingerie. It's not, like, a thing.

3) Fuck U Betta | Explicit | 11,438 words

There’s something about having Louis like this, exposed and desperate, that makes a primal urge bubble up from deep inside Harry’s chest. Desire mixed with something else, something unquantifiable. It’s the thing that makes them want this, need this. Nothing else will satisfy them or quench their thirst.

4) Please, I'm Begging | Explicit | 13,746 words

Louis is an omega who just wants to be with Harry

5) Rendezvous | Explicit | 15,357 words

"Harry's got a date tonight." Zayn greets him. Louis misses the good old times, when people used to say hello. "Why's he got a date, Louis?" Louis has no time for Zayn's nonsense, he's late to crash Harry's date. He only came here for one thing. "I need the fur coat." he announces. "No questions asked."

6) I’m Kind Of Into It | Explicit | 19,483 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

A pair of eyes follow him, narrowed and if Louis has judged right; assessing. Trying to see if Louis has a favourite. Waiting to see if he gives it up to one of the baying crowd. He doesn't. He straightens up and moves smoothly back towards the intriguing man in the front-row seat. He hasn't moved, bar to clutch his fingers slightly around the edges of the circle-shaped seat; his thighs pushing open a little further as he tucks his ass in; showcasing his dick somewhat. The dress pants do barely anything to cover the jut of that length and Louis makes it his personal mission to make him hard. It's insulting really that he's not already there. He's been dancing for three minutes and if that isn't long enough to incite some interest then what is?

7) Play By The Rules | Explicit | 21,835 words

Fed up with the excess energy that’s wreaking havoc on his personal and professional life, Louis asks his boyfriend to dom him in the hopes that it’ll help him relax. Unfortunately, Harry is a bit of a disaster when it comes to being a dom. So, Louis decides to get creative to try and encourage the dominant side out of him.

8) Worth The Wait | Explicit | 29,262 words

In all the words Louis would use to describe a baby shower, the last one he’d ever thought to use was depressing.

9) Can’t Fool Me | Explicit | 30,162 words

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

10) Blue Songs Are Like Tattoos | Explicit | 30,739 words

“Good morning, University of California, you’re listening to KALX 90.7 FM Berkeley, this is DJ Harry Styles. If the owner of the tapes I’ve been finding around the studio doesn’t come forward and introduce himself, I’m going to continue tossing them straight in the trash!”

11) Like It’s A Game | Explicit | 32,223 words

There is little harry hates more than truth or dare.

12) All This Devotion | Explicit | 38,047 words

Louis is Harry’s work wife. The already blurry lines of their friendship are smudged further when they get caught up in a web of lies.

13) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (But Please Don’t Bite) | Mature | 42,036 words

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

14) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42,207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

15) Let Your Damage, Damage Me | Explicit | 57,077 words

A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared. Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate. ‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand. “Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”

16) Not Afraid Of Living On A Fault Line | Explicit | 55,218 words

His eyes widened when he realized he had just somehow managed to ask Harry to hang out. Judging by Harry’s own expression, he wasn't the only one who was shocked. Louis expected him to laugh off the ridiculous request but the beta looked up at him, almost hopefully. “Are you being serious?” “Um,” was all Louis could say, feeling every bit as speechless as Harry had been earlier. “Are you?” Harry shrugged. “I’ve been told I need to get out more.”

17) These Still Waters Run Deep | Explicit | 64,602 words

Having accepted his engagement to Viscount Andrew, Louis is aware that it isn’t a love match and has no wish to be swept off his feet… until he meets the viscount’s brother, Harry, who makes him second-guess everything.

18) King Of My Heart | Explicit | 83,712 words

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realizing that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.” Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

19) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words

Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them. Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one. Until two terrible truths are revealed. One, he's adopted. Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers. Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.

20) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113,444 words

Giving up and letting them think they're right were never valid options in Louis Tomlinson's mind. In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.

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[iheartjameshetfield]

Having kids with early/mid 80’s James 🤭

like yeah he’s young but there’s nothing that makes happier than his little family 💗

AHHH THIS IS SO SWEETTTTT

we all know damn well that the kid would be an accident 💀. he was fucking petrified when you told him the news since he was almost 1000% sure that he would fuck this kid up the same way his dad fucked him up.

you tried to reassure him multiple times throughout your pregnancy that he would be the best father there is, and you’d be there to help him, but he had no trust in himself whatsoever. the only thing that he knew for sure was. that no matter how hard it gets, he would never leave and put you and your kid through the same thing he went through.

even with all this, he was still the best person to have by your side during your pregnancy. he always tried to make sure that you’re comfortable, placing a pillow behind your back, head, and legs or he’d cover you with a blanket. he would get you whatever you’re craving, and if it wasn’t in the house, he would go and get it from the supermarket no matter the time.

he would constantly read books about parenting and pregnancy, making sure you get the best treatment. whenever you’d pat your belly, he’d get worried that you pat a little harder than you should, telling you to be more careful.

i feel like he would be the type of person to talk to your unborn child, like whenever he disagrees with you or just saying smth sweet to the baby like “we can’t wait to see you” or “see that? your mom wants to name you paul” he laughs as he makes fun of you with the baby.

when the child is born, hes definitely the type of dad to force everyone to wash the hands, wipes, and sanitize at least three times each before letting anyone touch the baby, including you.

for the first month or so after you give birth, he would always be the one to get up in the middle of the night for the baby, telling you to get your rest. after a while, he is literally prepared to play rock paper scissors with you at 3 in the morning to see who’ll get up.

you know that trick that almost every dad does when they toss their kid like 5 feet up in the air and catch them, giving all the moms a heart attack? yeah, he invented that trick. you’ve probably seen your baby in the air more than you’ve seen it in someone’s arms or the stroller or smth.

i truly believe that when the baby babbles, he babbles back. like the baby would say smth in gibberish and james would mimic the baby, conversing in their own language. or james would also respond with stuff like an exaggerated “no way!!” or “what else happened, tell me more”

he probably would’ve been rooting for a boy. he would be sooooooo excited if you had a boy, already planning on causing a lot of mischief with him.

he would teach his son how to play sports and guitar and all the stuff he’s interested in. james would race him and play wrestling games with him and pretend to lose.

even though he wanted a boy, when his little girl came, he would instantly change his mind, hoping that every future kid that comes would be a girl.

from day one and he would shower her with kisses and gifts, making sure she gets treated like the princess she is.

james definitely has tea parties with his little girl. he’d let her put hair clips in his hair, paint his nails a messy pink and accessories him in plastic beaded necklaces and bracelets. or whenever they’d play with dolls, he would speak in a high pitched voice like a girl’s voice after his daughter would force him to.

james would show up at every ballet practice and recital ever, refusing to not show up at a single thing. he would pick her up and drop her off at her practices, loving how his little girl comes running to him with open arms during every break she has. he’ll never miss the look his daughter had in her face when she spotted her parents in the crowd during her show, her eyes glinting as her smile brightened.

when she’s done with her dance, she’d leap into her father’s arms, you and james cradling her in a hug. “you were amazing princess. that was awesome!!” james would compliment her.

i feel like no matter what gender the baby is, they would want to be just like their dad in every way. the long hair, the band shirts, his guitar skills. whenever you see james around the house, you’d spot his little carbon copy waddling behind him in a custom ‘Metallica’ shirt and sunglasses that practically swallow your baby’s face.

when his kid is a little older, he’d want you to bring them to one of his shows, wanting his kid to see him on stage. he’d even show off his toddler to the crowd, showing off the newest member of the hetfield clan to the world.

this is me speaking off of real experiences btw

#he’d be such a cute dad i cant #metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield metallica #james hetfield fanfic #james hetfield x reader #asks and replies #james hetfield headcannons

[jimmyneutronofficial]

Jimmy Neutron was a monster!

First of all, let me clarify that this article is not my work. I just copy and pasted some notes from the reviews in the source videos and some user reviews I agree with. If you are interested, please take the time to read the article and watch the videos for more tips. Have you ever really stopped to consider that Jimmy Neutron was the cause of like majority of the main problems that made up the movie and the show? Most of the problems were completely his fault. They were hilarious but when you stop to think about it, a lot of the fuck-ups that put people around him in immediate danger and potentially world-ending situations were because of Jimmy! He creates problems that he just barely can contain before something truly catastrophic happens, and receives endless praise for saving the world from himself! And not only that, he seemed to ignore responsibility for these problems that he caused and was okay with other people suffering around him, to either fix his mistake or just to enjoy himself during the time he had.

Jimmy’s inventions are either wicked or for his personal selfish purposes. And what they have in common is that they all fail & endanger the city and cause trouble to the people. Seriously, none of Jimmy fans could stand him in real life.

He suffers many moral issues, ranging from abuse to murder! Not only did experiments on animals & plants, but also on his friends! His friends, especially Carl, played a role as a laboratory guinea pig. And he literally killed his clones in one of the episodes! Killing a clone is murder!

Every time something is his fault, he doesn’t care unless it’s directly affecting him and how he goes about solving these problems, he’s okay with causing oddly harm to people putting them in danger, unless it’s an inconvenience to him, so he’s okay with not only that but torturing people afterwards, manipulating them, making them do his bidding but as soon as it’s an inconvenience to him.

I know we’re coming at you quick with this but I wanted to point out some of the things that Jimmy Neutron did during the series.

Here are a handful examples of how he reacted in different situations in the show:

Krunch time: In this episode, he hooked everybody on drugs and enslaved them. First of all, at the beginning of the episode, Jimmy is forcing Carl to pick between two different doors to try to test his memory, picking the wrong door cause Carl to be electrocuted by a high voltage charging the doorknob and he did it to Carl seventy seven times before we actually get to the beginning of the scene! Anyways Jimmy makes us like purple candy that’s so addictive. The entire town goes apeshit for the candy like everyone can’t get enough of it. Eventually people are so addicted that they do his bidding. You know what he does in reaction, he goes with it, he treats them like animals. He’s basically as enslaving them to do his bidding and tossing candy and make him keep going. He asked people Fanning him, he has women on his shoulders that bringing him drinks, are treating him like a god, he makes miss fowl get on her knees and beg him like a baby for candy, and he makes Cindy and Libby fight over a single piece on the floor, and he’s totally fine with all this happening but he only decides to fix the problem after they start turning on him and fighting back and wanting the candy. That’s if that hadn’t happened that continued being obedient, he would have kept doing this. He only stopped it when it became an inconvenience. And better yet you know how he fixes this problem? He gives them electroshock therapy, he beat them versions of the candy that cause explosive shocks in their mouths, torturing them until they like Pavlovian learn to stop eating candy, he conditions them to stop doing it.

See Jimmy Run: In this episode, in order to win the race, he decides to cheat and he’s so stupid that he even loses by cheating! lol After losing, he thinks that when he becomes invisible with those shoes, he can take advantage of this invisibility!

The first thing he did was to steal his teacher’s sandwich without being seen!

Later, while Cindy was jumping rope, he wraped her with the rope and sent her into the boys’ bathroom, which ruined her relationship with Nick. He did this to her, while all she did was to be faster than him and won the race!

In the next scene, he threw the school children from the swings, slides, and merry-go-round in a completely evil way and for no good reason, and he really enjoyed it!

Who’s Your Mommy: This is so obvious that it really needs no explanation! Just see how he sends Carl forward so that he doesn’t get hurt himself! What a scumbag!

Sorry Wrong Era: In this episode, he tortures Cindy and Libby by repeating time. And we also see that he mutated a hamster just to prank them, which is another example of his evil experiments on animals.

Speaking of his evil experiments on animals and plants, do you remember the girl-eating plant? Seriously, what else would be the use of that plant if he hadn’t the plan of murdering Cindy in his mind? He even practiced the plant by showing her photos to it in order not to make a mistake in choosing his prey! In the movie, Jimmy was a sexist who hated girls. He was a bad role-model for little boys who idealized him because he taught them to develop hatred for girls.

Holly Jolly Jimmy: In this episode, Jimmy almost killed Santa. And yet he didn’t even care if Santa was killed! The only thing that mattered to him was his reputation. That’s why he decided to save the Christmas. He got the best presents that Christmas when surely he deserved to get lumps of coals for hurting Carl’s feelings, killing Santa, and ruining Christmas!

Send in the Clones: He literally killed his clones in this episode! If you think killing a clone is not murder, read some articles about cloning!

The Big Pinch: Just to prove Cindy wrong, he travels back in time and brings Thomas Edison to this time! When Edison falls in love with his teacher, he decides to destroy his relationship with his teacher in order to bring Edison back to his own time. For this, he hides with the wireless he made on top of the tree that Edison placed there with his teacher and speaks instead of Edison and says insulting words to make his teacher upset and angry. Not only did he not care about his teacher’s feelings of hearing these words, he didn’t care how bad Edison would feel because he was innocently ruined in front of his teacher with words that were not his. Not only did he not care, but even for him, it was fun and he laughed.

Jimmy doesn’t really think ahead in the future, he just does what he wants on impulse. Like when he caused an ice age in the episode “Jimmy On Ice” or when he made everyone permanently sick in the episode ” Journey To The Center Of Carl”.

Hypno Birthday To You: He manipulates his parents by hypnotizing them to get him a gift earlier than his birthday and he repeats this manipulation several times to have more fun. This episode is a good example of how manipulative he is, and that people are nothing more than toys for him.

Hall Monster: This is a good example of how Jimmy oppresses everyone and abuses his power.

Men At Work: Jimmy did not use the cash register because he thinks he’s smarter than the cash register! Jimmy illegally breaks into McSpankie’s at night to change it into some soulless artificial robotic nightmare. He puts rockets in the restaurant. Jimmy’s robotic ways corrupts the restaurant and the restaurant just flies and destroys other restaurants with people in it. Seriously the corrupt McSpankie’s restaurant just annihilates these restaurants. Not everybody could have made it out in time and they died. McSpankie’s gets destroyed and Skeet’s dream gets destroyed. Skeets entire life was dedicated to McSpankie’s that was his purpose. It was all destroyed because of Jimmy! And to make matters worse, he didn’t even care that his invention caused some people to lose their lives and property. Even he didn’t feel sorry for what he did to Skeet..

(Source: SynthCool on YouTube)

Granny Baby: Jimmy asks Cindy to help him in changing his grandmother’s diaper. She complies and they head off to the store together. While at the store some nearby people begin to observe the baby speaking and they are shocked and enthralled. The people then begin to chase after Cindy, Jimmy, and the grandmother, and they then race home. Meanwhile, Jimmy’s parents are on their way home early. Jimmy begins to quickly make the antidote, and sets Cindy on the job of completing the antidote. – (Source: wikipedia) And did he even thank Cindy for all the help she had given him? No. I think this is a good example of how ungrateful Jimmy is! He relies on the help of his friends, but when he gets what he wants, he has no respect and appreciation for them. Just like in the episode “The Science Fair Affair”, when Cindy saves his father’s life, and he doesn’t even thank her for saving his father’s life. Honestly, I don’t remember if anyone but Cindy Vortex ever helped him, but surely the result for everyone would have been the same. He is an ungrateful person who does not appreciate anyone’s help.

Brobot: Jimmy creates a little robotic brother completely sentient and alive. He’s alive has emotions and is responsive and at first he likes Brobot but after some time Brobot starts taking attention away from Jimmy, his parents start paying more attention to Brobot, his friends group prefers hanging out with Brobot, and of course because Jimmy Neutron is a fragile ego he gets sick of Brobot for stealing his precious spotlight and tries to get rid of him like at first he sticks his brother on a bus in an attempt to abandon him in a random town in a one-way trip. Not only that but he takes pride in this action he goes home busting down the door and says mom dad your one and only son is home like he’s proud of what he did but of course brobot comes back then one of the darkest turns in any episode of Jimmy Neutron ominous music is playing and it shows Brobot strapped against his will on a table with Jimmy walking and standing over him and he asks what are you doing brother and Jimmy stares at him and says I’m deactivating you, I’m turning you off! So Jimmy is literally okay turning him off and killing him ending his existence which is Jimmy’s fault because Brobot is now an inconvenience and he is willing to kill a child because it bugs him. Then he creates two more for a total of three robots of mom and pop bot including brobot and abandons them on the moon. He blasts them into space abandons them on a godforsaken abandoned Rock to live their life alone where there is nothing in space honestly which is worse just having their life ended or having your brain degrade from being on a barren wasteland the rest of your entire existence which may never end because you’re a robot.

These are only a handful of things that Jimmy neutron’s done. He’s a menace to society, none of the things he’s done benefit the planet. They only cause problems, he only puts people in immediate danger, he puts people at risk, he can never just be a good person listen to his parents or his peers and just being normal like he can resist the urge to be an asshole and do all these ridiculous things. He could just be normal, but no, he chooses to be a walking weapon of mass destruction.

I’m gonna stop now because I’ll go on forever there’s plenty of more examples. But I think these examples are enough to convince anyone of normal intelligence that Jimmy was a monster.

Main source for this article: (Source: Rubbermango on YouTube)

#jimmy neutron #the adventures of jimmy neutron: boy genius #jimmy neutron boy genius

[jesssssah]

Queer As Folk (US TV 2022). Mingus and Judy. Background Mingus/Brodie. Moderate language.

NB: Fragment of a draft for next chapter of this series on A03 if you're interested :)

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Judy bites into her last rasher of crispy facon. 

Mingus watches her watch them while she chews on it but before she can swallow her mouthful and ask, they say what they know she wants to hear. 

“Yes, I’m eating, Mom. Like, I know I ate this super fast—” they glance down at their empty plate, fresh cleared of vegan french toast, and sides of marmalade and maple syrup “—but that’s just because I’ve been saving room.”

She sucks the last of her almond milk ice coffee up through her straw, the rasher of half eaten facon poised between her fingers. 

“Is that really true?” she asks. “Because, baby, you know if it’s not, you don’t have to lie. I know you want to be independent and I want that for you too. But honestly? Shit’s expensive out there, I totally get it. If you need help buying food…or heck, even if you ever just wanna come over for dinner sometime, I would love to help! Now that I’ve got five days at work, I’ve got that little bit of extra cash coming in—”

“Mom, I live with three other people, remember?” Mingus pours themself another glass of water from the bottle of tap on the table. “There’s plenty of food in the house all the time, I promise. We share costs. And Mercury cooks heaps of really nutritious stuff for all of us. I mean, she spends her days at work photographing recipe book pages, for fuck’s sake—”

“I’m just saying.” Judy motions towards the full tables around them inside the trendy uptown cafe. “Like, this is really nice, right? It would be great to do this every single Sunday with you. Let’s have brunch here every Sunday!”

“No, Mom. No way.”

She leans back in her chair and Mingus feels instantly guilty. It’s been six weeks since they left home and although they hoped it would, time hasn’t really slowed the rate at which Judy still seeks opportunities to call them, or to offer to take them shopping, or to randomly come over and visit. Mingus suspects she’s lonely.

“I mean, that’s just a lot,” they add quickly. “Do you know what I mean? That’s four times a month.”

She picks up her napkin and wipes her fingers of facon grease. “I’m just the uncool mom again, aren’t I?” She scrunches the napkin up and tosses it into the middle of her empty plate. 

Mingus groans and rolls their eyes at her. “No,” they say. “But right now? You are kind of being the diva mom again.”

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“That you always make everything about you. I can’t have brunch every Sunday with you, Mom. It’s got nothing to do with you personally. I just do other things on Sundays too. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you or something. Okay? I do love you. And I do want to see you. I just… Could you please stop making this a you thing?”

“Well, like what?” Judy asks. “Like, what do you do on Sundays then?”

“Well, like, work. Like, work is what I do on Sundays then...sometimes... I don't know. It's kind of a bunfight for Sundays but when I can, I work on Sundays... And… And, you know, I also hang out with Brodie on Sundays.”

“Oh.” Her expression changes from hurt to knowing. “How is Brodie? I haven’t heard you talk about him since Christmas. I thought maybe he wasn’t in the picture anymore.”

Mingus frowns. “And why would that be?”

Judy shrugs. “I don’t know. Guys come and go.”

“Well, Brodie is not one of those kinds of guys.”

She gives them a sceptical look.

“Okay, look,” Mingus says, crossing their knees and smoothing out the creases in the knee length skirt they’re wearing today. “I know that he hasn’t always not been one of those kinds of guys but really, he’s not like that anymore. He’s totally committed.”

“Committed?” Judy makes a face. “Okay… Didn’t realise you were interested in committed.”

Mingus scoffs. 

“I’m not judging, by the way.”

“Oh, yeah nah, Mom, sure. Not at all—”

“I’m not!”

“Can I clear your plates?”

“Fuck yes,” Mingus and Judy say together to the waiter, who gives the pair of them a practised smile.

#queer as folk 2022 fan fic #Mingus and Judy #background Mingus/Brodie #moderate language #food

[phoenixyfriend]

When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

#Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Obi Wan Kenobi #Disaster Lineage #Sheev Palpatine #Skeevy Sheev #cloning #Yoda #Mace Windu #Skysisters AU #trans anakin skywalker #Phoenix Posts #hive mind #Padme Amidala #Anidala

[sugarylawliet]

no good for me (light yagami x reader)

i’m back lol

> warnings: smut, degradation, spit kink, inappropriate use of the death note, VERY toxic relationship, song fic kinda, lyrics are in bold and italics, based off of diet mountain dew by lana del ray

> tag list: @ygm1slt @cradiot28

❛ you’re no good for me, baby you’re no good for me ❜

Nothing on this earth scared you more than the man you were about to see; the pretty boy brunette flaunting good grades and a picturesque family life whose facade of ambitious, respectful young man was a mask almost no one could see through. Some people felt dread at the thought of spiders or snakes, felt fear in their stomach imagining the paranormal, shadow ghosts or criminal stalkers invading their comfort zones. None of these perfectly rational fears scared you the way Light Yagami scared you. There was no fear to be had at the thought of something undesirable creeping its way into your privacy or comfort zone, because Light had manipulated his way into your comfort and trust long ago. He was scarier than a murderer ready to kill at an urge’s call, his blood lust hid in shadows behind his golden boy facade, his words were tools and his touches were negotiations. You couldn’t trust a single thing that came from his mouth, you often questioned your own sanity. Light Yagami had a terrifying grip on you, and it was exactly what he wanted.

Your eyes scan over the text Light had sent you for the millionth time, the words almost ingrained in your head at this point.

Come to my house. We need to talk. 

You were sure he kept his words vague on purpose, yet another tactic to keep you at his disposal out of pure fear. You weren’t exactly sure if you loved Light anymore; what was your definition of love at this point? You loved him, yes, but was it out of obligation? Was it survival instinct?

It was true, in the beginning you had loved Light purely and truly. You believed his ambition was justice, to make the world a better and safer place for you. But as time went on, “Kira doesn’t kill innocents” began racking up more and more exceptions, and as the twisted justifications spilled from his mouth, so did the gaslighting. Over and over, his sweet words convinced you to keep coming back. His empty promises were a drug and you were addicted. 

His text, you were sure, was a reference to this fizzling out of your love for him. He could sense it, and surely he must have found out you were planning on leaving. You weren’t planning on revealing that he’s Kira- that would cause more commotion you were not interested in being a part of- no, you simply wanted to move states, get away and forget about Light Yagami, forget about Kira and Ryuzaki and Ryuk and everything that has overtaken your life. However, if he did find out your plans to skip town, you may just have to reveal that he’s Kira for safety measures.

❛ you’re no good for me, but baby i want you ❜

Hestiently, you opened the door you had been staring at blankly for what felt like hours. Light had been staying in an upscale hotel during the investigation, so maybe the other tenants could hear you if you screamed for help; the overdramatic thought brought you comfort. 

You walk in the room, closing the door behind you. You’re met with the sight of Light’s back as he sits in the rolling chair across the room. In the absence of any words, without even seeing his face, you know he’s mad. Every slight change of Light’s emotions could strangle a whole room by tension alone; his aura manipulated the feeling in the air, which served as a helpful alarm to know when he is upset. And man, is he upset.

You open your mouth to greet him, but he cuts you off, spinning around in his chair to face you, “Don’t talk.” You nod and close your mouth. Why do you even listen to what he says?

“I knew I couldn’t trust you. From the very beginning I knew you would run that pretty little mouth of yours. I know you’re planning on leaving. And then what? Telling the first news outlet you see that I’m Kira?”

“No Light,”

“I said don’t talk.” He stands up from his chair, “If you tell everyone, you’ll also have to tell on yourself. Imagine what everyone would think of you if they knew...You knew I was Kira and you still dated me, you defended me, you kept my secret, you even got on your knees for me. Are you gonna tell that to the media? That you let Kira fuck you?”

You purse your lips, restraining yourself from talking back. You knew it would only make things worse, but you couldn’t stand the way he talked down on you and expected you to take it. 

“Come here.” He motioned to his desk and you followed, sitting on his lap per his instruction. He placed the death note open on the desk, handing you the pen. With one hand gripping yours and the other on your hip, he began to guide your hand, the pen spilling out the first letter of your name on the pages.

❛ do you think we’ll be in love forever? ❜

“N-No, Light, you can’t do this, please.” You begged, your heart rate quickening as you realize what he was doing. It can’t end like this, it just can’t.

“Shhh, just write. That’s it, baby. This is what bad girls get, you see?” His death grip tightened on your hand as he spelled out your name, the last letters leering closer and closer before you could register the implications of what he was doing. This was it, this was really it.

Light lets his free hand wander up to your jawline, pulling your face closer to yours and enveloping you in a kiss as he wrote the last letter of your name. You shake your head with a whine, however he disregards your concerns and runs his hand on your upper thigh. 

“What’s the matter, Y/n? Don’t wanna spend your last moments with me?~” His nose kisses your neck, and the soft, sensual gestures almost make you forget your life was quite literally slipping away at every second that ticked by. 40 seconds. You had 40 seconds to do something.

You jump off of Light’s lap, reality rushing to your lungs as you felt your world closing in. Your pants become heavier, harsh air ripping through your throat as if they were the last breaths you would ever take because, well- they were.

Your head felt buzzing and dizzy as you fell to your knees, crawling towards Light who had spun around in his chair so his back was facing you; completely apathetic. After all you’ve been through together, after all you’ve done for him, nothing. Nothing at all. 

You crawl closer, grasping towards the notebook Light held in his hands, your weakness limiting your reach as anxiety stole your clearness of mind. He only  chuckles at your meek attempts to save your own life. Your head was racing as your nervousness blacked out everything in the room except for the little black notebook your boyfriend had a death grip on; ‘I’m running out of time, I’m going to die, I need the death note, I need to cross my name out, I need it I need it I need it I-’

“Goodbye, Y/N. You were fun to play with for a while.” Light kisses your nose with an arrogant smirk, peeling your hands off from his lap and wrists before checking his watch, signaling your last few seconds. 

You quit your pitiful attempts to grab the notebook and instead push yourself further and further away from Light until your back hit the wall, lacing your fingers tightly in your hair as you cried your last moments away. 

“5, 4, 3 2...” Light spoke.

“No no no no no, please god,” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation for the pangs you would soon feel in your chest.

“1...”

And

Nothing.

You breathe. You let the air flood your lungs; it shouldn’t be possible. You dare to open your eyes, revealing the same scene. You, pathetically on the floor with tears down your face, Light before you in his chair with his head thrown back in a maniacal laugh. 

He tossed the death note down to you, like a dog being thrown a bone. You frantically grab it and flip to the newest page, your name scratched out with two thick lines. 

You were alive- no, he let you live.

❛ hit me my darling tonight, i don’t know why but i like it

“Well?” Light asks expectingly, standing up from his chair and kicking it to the side of the room. You look up at him questioningly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as tears still brimmed your eyes from the just-curved anxiety attack.

“No ‘thank you’? I spared your life even after you betrayed me- lied to me. You’re so ungrateful.”

“I, I-” You found it difficult to shape your words with your hitching breath. You inhale deeply, eyes closed, calming down, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Light.”

Why were you even apologizing?

“I’m so sorry, please, just take me back. I’m sorry.” The words spilled from your mouth so quickly simply because they felt right. You needed to apologize, you did wrong, you need to be good. You wanted him back more than anything so you can be good.

❛ scary, my god, you’re divine ❜

“That’s right,” Light smiled, his voice softening unnaturally, “Now, how about you come over here and show me just how sorry you are.”

You hesitate for a second before crawling over to him. You sit obediently with your legs beneath your thighs on the floor in front of him.

“Mm, that’s my babygirl.” He pets your head affectionately, coherencing a smile from you. Despite everything he’s done, he always knew how to reel you back in. You needed the approval. You needed his approval.

You look up at him with puppydog eyes, to which he cocks his head to the side. “You know what I want.”

Nodding, you slowly unzipper his khaki pants and pull out his cock. You run your hand up and down, pumping it slowly. 

“Don’t be a fucking tease” Light scoffs, raking his fingers through your hair and forcing your mouth down onto him. That sweet, caring demeanor was gone in barley a second- of course it was. What were you expecting? It was a thinly veiled facade and you fell for it everytime without exception. 

Light groans, pushing your head further onto him as you try not to gag. You feel the tip of him hit the back of your throat as he thrusts into your mouth faster. “God, Y/N, you take my cock so well. Hah, if only the media could see you now. Poor little Y/N wants to run away from big bad Kira, meanwhile here she is on her knees for him, sucking him off like the dirty slut she is.”

He lets out a deep sigh before pulling out of your mouth. “Be useful for once and get on the bed.” He commands, bringing you to your feet with his strong grip on your hair and pushing you in the direction of the bed. You obey, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for his next instruction.

Light slinks over to you, standing over your figure as his delicate fingers dance up your inner thigh. He takes off your skirt and slowly rubs your clit through the fabric of your panties.

“Mmm, Light, more...” You buck your hips up to meet his touch, his movements were agonizingly slow and you needed more friction.

“More?” At once he removes his hand from between your legs and grabs your face, your jaw in between the tight hold of his thumb and forefingers. “You want more, huh? You don’t get to make demands of me. You really think i’m gonna give you what you want after that stunt you pulled? Hah, I’m not letting you off that easy.”

You let out a whine, bucking your hips again asking to be touched.

“Aww, poor baby...” Light cooed, “Open up.” You obeyed, opening your mouth before Light brought your face closer to his, spitting in your mouth. “Now swallow.”

You do, earning a smirk from Light. “Mm, good girl. Good girls get rewarded.”

He pulls your panties aside before dipping two slender fingers inside you; wasting no time, he pumps them in and out frantically.

“Oh god Light, fuck,”

“You’re so wet for me Y/N, you like this, don’t you? I knew you would, such a dirty whore. You like when I treat you like this? You like being treated for the slut you are? God, you probably got wet when I almost killed you. It makes me hard, having you under my thumb like this, under my control...”

“Fuck Light, it feels so good, I’m close...”

Quickly, he removes his fingers from you once again, earning a cry from you at the loss of heat. “Please Light, I need you so bad,” You beg.

“What did I say? You’re still not forgiven for that stunt you pulled. Don’t whine.” He wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you down onto your back.

He fully pulls his boxers down, aligning himself with your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please light, god, I need it so badly. I want you.”

“Hmm, yeah? You’re so desperate for my cock? I’m not convinced.”

“Please, Light, I’ll never be bad again, I’ll never mess up again. I need your cock so badly, I need you to use me. Do anything you want.”

“Mm, that’s more like it,” Light remarks before pushing into you, earning a loud moan. HIs thrusts were slow, no doubt teasing you.

“Oh, Light, please, faster...”

“More demands? God, you’re such a needy slut. Fine.” His grip on your throat tightens, pushing you further into the bed as he snaps his hips into you without mercy. His pace is relentless, quickly finding your g-spot.

“Fuck, Light. It... it feels- fuck,”

“Hah, stupid slut, what’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue? Or is it me fucking you so hard you can’t even think straight, can’t form sentences?”

His words only egg on your approaching orgasam, “Hmmph, it- it feels so good. I’m gonna...”

With that, Light pulls you up slightly by your neck before slamming you roughly back into the bed, thrusting into you with speed. “Cum, show me how sorry you are.”

You obey, releasing with a loud moan of his name. He finishes soon after, roughly letting go of your throat. “Clean yourself up. You look like a fucking mess.”

You slip your panties and skirt back on as Light sits apathetically at his desk, his focus buried in paperwork. You heart skinks to your stomach. 

Once you finish dressing, Light allows you to leave, informing you of the Kira case work he had to finish and opening the door for you. 

“And Y/N,” He catches your attention before you step into the hallway of the hotel, “Let this be a lesson. Don’t ever try to leave me again. You’re mine.” He grabs your jaw and kisses you tenderly- but you weren’t stupid. You knew the motivation behind it, and let you still kissed his soft lips back and let yourself melt into him. 

“Goodbye,” He remarks after pulling away, “Behave yourself.”. The door slams in your face. 

You can still feel his cum dripping from your heat daring to spill out of your panties. The hallway was empty, allowing reality to rush to you at once. Your senses only seem clear when you were alone- with Light, you didn’t see with your own eyes or hear with your own ears.

You let your back touch the door of Light’s hotel room, slowly sliding down until you were sitting on the carpeted floor. Your life was broken pieces and you cut yourself picking up the glass shards, relishing in the fact that your boyfriend liked the way the blood looked on your pricked fingers.

❛  hurt me and tell me you’re mine, i don’t know why but i like it. ❜

#i did not proof read this lol sorry for mistakes #Light Yagami #light yagami x reader #light yagami x reader smut #light yagami smut #toxic! light yagami #death note #death note smut #anime #death note x reader

[miekasa]

M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

#anonymous #aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #he is... my BOYFRIEND !!!!!!!!!!!!!! #MY FUCKEN BOYFRIEND !!!!!!!! MY BABEYYYYYYYYYYY #eren fluff #eren smut

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Tiny Shorts and Other Inspiring Things

Prompt: Bedtime stories and lullabies

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Rating: M

Warnings: none

Summary: Jaskier is fairly certain that his beautiful, intimidating neighbors had a squalling infant just to get back at him for all the late-night guitar playing. But when he plays a lullaby to lull the baby to sleep on a whim, it leads to an unexpected friendship with Geralt and Yennefer.

A belated prompt fill for @whataboutthebard! Can be found below or on AO3.

***

Jaskier does not think he’s that terrible of a neighbor. Yes, there have been a few times he’s lost track of time while songwriting and gotten complaints about playing the guitar at three in the morning. And there was that time his cat, Buttercup, got loose and tried to eat his neighbor’s parrot (both cat and parrot were fine, so he’s not sure what all the yelling was about.) And yes, he did wander into the wrong apartment while drunk that one time and give poor Mrs. Nenneke a fright, but really, who doesn’t lock their apartment door in this day and age? But he cleans the lint out of the dryer when he does laundry and parks his car inside the lines and hasn’t vacuumed once since he moved in, which has to be a relief for the people downstairs.

So he doesn’t think he’s done anything to deserve this.

The infant next door’s wailing has been unceasing for hours. Jaskier stares at the spiderweb on the ceiling, thinking that the child has a promising career as an opera singer. The lung capacity is excellent. He would be impressed, if this hadn’t been going on every night for over a week now.

Sleep does not seem like it will be happening tonight, so he reaches for his phone.

Priscilla answers with her usual perky demeanor. “It’s 2 fucking AM, Jaskier.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“So you wanted to make sure I couldn’t sleep either?”

“This is going to sound crazy—”

“Fucking hells.”

“—But I think my neighbors had a baby just to get revenge on me.”

“The hot ones who hate you?”

Jaskier harrumphs. “They don’t hate me. They just… haven’t gotten a chance to know me well enough to like me yet.”

Okay, the Wolfes might hate him. The first time he met them, it was when the husband, Geralt, banged on Jaskier’s door while he was moving in to tell him that his U-Haul was blocking Geralt’s truck in. The second time was when the wife, Yennefer, banged on Jaskier’s door at three AM because he’d lost track of time while composing. The third time was when Jaskier and Priscilla were hired to play at a wedding that just happened to be for one of Geralt’s brothers. He ended the night by trying to hit on both Geralt and Yennefer, which did not go over well. Not his proudest moment, but has he mentioned that they’re really hot? He’s seen them around the building plenty of times since then, but they never seem interested in chatting.

“Jaskier,” Priscilla says. “People don’t have babies for petty revenge outside of soap operas.”

“There’s nothing petty about this revenge, Pris. I haven’t slept in a week. The bags under my eyes are going to gain sentience soon.”

“Complain to your landlord, then.”

“I’m not going to complain about a baby. I’m not a monster.”

“Then sing it a lullaby or something. I’m going back to sleep.”

In the background, Jaskier hears a familiar male voice say something.

“Priscilla, is that Valdo?” Jaskier demands. “Are you boning my archnemesis?”

“We can’t be archnemeses when there’s no competition, Pankratz,” Valdo Marx, the swine, calls.

“Oh, you—”

Priscilla hangs up on him.

Jaskier tosses aside his phone and stares up at the ceiling for a long moment, listening to the baby wail. This cannot go on. He works the lunch shift tomorrow at the coffee shop; he has to be a functioning human being.

With a groan, he hauls himself out of bed and goes to grab his guitar. He stands next to his bed, facing the wall that separates his bedroom from the screaming baby's. "Here goes nothing," he mutters and begins to sing.

The song is his newest masterpiece, lovingly titled the Tiny Shorts Song. It may or may not have been inspired by seeing Geralt Wolfe father jogging in delightfully tiny shorts on multiple occasions and it’s certainly not infant-appropriate, but it’s not like the baby can understand what se’s saying. He doesn’t expect it to do anything but have his neighbors angrily banging on his door again. But to his surprise, the baby quiets before the song has even ended.

After he’s done playing, he listens for any sounds of a distressed infant on the other side of the wall. When all he hears is silence, he puts his guitar away and settles back down to sleep. He's asleep as soon as his had hits the pillow.

***

Jaskier is woken at the crack of dawn— well, 7 AM, but too close to the crack of dawn for comfort— by a sharp rap on the door.

“I’m not here,” he calls, because no one who’s awake at this hour is someone he wants to talk to.

There’s another knock on the door. With a groan, Jaskier pulls himself to his feet and goes to find out who’s visiting. When he sees Yennefer Wolfe standing in the hallway, he promptly wishes that he wasn’t wearing his rubber duckie boxer shorts. He’s not sure what Yennefer does, but it seems to involve lots of beautifully tailored pantsuits and arriving home well after dinnertime most nights. He imagines she’s some kind of high-powered businesswoman or runs a crime syndicate.

“Yennefer.” Jaskier leans against the doorframe with all the dignity of a man with rubber ducks printed across his butt. “What can I do for you this fine morning?”

“Last night,” she says briskly. “You sang Ciri to sleep.”

Jaskier imagines that Ciri is the name of the tiny goblin with the lungs of an opera singer. “I did. Sorry for the guitar playing, but I’m surprised you could hear anything over the wailing of the baby.”

“That was the first time she’s slept through the night since we brought her home last week.”

“Oh.” Jaskier really isn’t sure where she’s going with this. “Good, great. So glad I could help.”

“You’re a musician.”

“Yes?” Buttercup, coming out of nowhere, tries to make a run for it. Jaskier scoops him up, thwarting his bid for the freedom of the big, bad hallway.

“Are you any good?”

Buttercup is a shockingly athletic cat, given his size, and Jaskier struggles to keep him in his arms. “You saw me perform at your brother-in-law’s wedding. What do you think?”

She nods. “You were decent.”

Not exactly the glowing praise he was hoping for, but he’ll take it. "Thank you?"

“Geralt and I were wondering if you would come over and sing Ciri to sleep tonight.”

“Ah.” The thing is that Jaskier doesn’t exactly mind kids. He just… doesn’t have a lot of experience with them. His sister’s kids are cute enough, but they live in Skellige, so Jaskier hardly ever sees them. All of his friends are happily childfree. “I’d be happy to prerecord something for you.”

“We’ve tried playing her music.” Yennefer’s voice is edged with impatience. “It doesn’t seem to have the same effect as you playing music out loud. No accounting for taste.”

Jaskier sniffs with as much dignity as he can for someone currently being defeated by a tabby car. “She clearly gets her taste from your husband.”

“I doubt it,” Yennefer says. “Look, we’re not inviting you over because we want your company—”

“Please, stop with the flattery. I’m blushing.”

“—But I haven’t slept in a fucking week and neither has Geralt. We’ll feed you dinner. We’ll pay you, if you want money. Just spend five minutes singing to our kid.”

Yennefer almost sounds like she’s begging. It’s strange to see. Jaskier sighs. He’s not a complete asshole, so he doesn’t really have much of a choice. “What time should I be over?”

***

Dinner is exactly as awkward as Jaskier imagined it was going to be. The kitchen in the Wolfes’ two-bedroom is hardly bigger than the one in Jaskier’s studio and the four of them are crammed so close around a table clearly meant for two that Jaskier’s knees keep bumping against Geralt’s under the table. The dinner itself is a standard chicken and rice casserole, its saving grace being that Jaskier didn’t need to take it out of the freezer and microwave it.

“This is excellent,” Jaskier says, because he’s pretty sure that’s what you’re supposed to say when being served food in polite company. “Really, really good.”

“It’s instant rice, rotisserie chicken, and cream of mushroom soup. Anyone could make it.” Yennefer isn’t looking at him, instead focused on getting a spoonful of mushy peas in baby Ciri’s mouth.

Jaskier definitely couldn’t, but he refrains from commenting. Instead, he says, “Nice place you’ve got here.” Another thing he’s pretty sure people are supposed to say in polite company, if the dreadful dinner parties he was forced to attend with his parent’s country club friends as a kid were any indication. “It’s not what I was expecting.”

“What were you expecting?” Yennefer asks archly.

“Uh.” The truth is, based on the suits Yennefer wears and the car she drives, he was expecting lots of sleek white furniture that no one is allowed to sit on and tasteful modern art. Instead, the apartment is cozy, with overstuffed mismatched furniture and lots of framed pictures of Geralt and Yennefer with their friends and family.

“It’s homey,” Jaskier says, because it’s the truth, though the words sound lame when he says them outloud.

Yennefer doesn’t reply, so Jaskier turns his attention to the baby. Ciri doesn’t look much like either of her parents, ashen haired and green eyed as opposed to her father’s white hair and hazel eyes and her mother’s raven hair and violet eyes. She’s a cute kid, making nonsensical baby noises around mouthfuls of mushy peas. When she looks at Jaskier, he makes a face at her and she spits out a bunch of peas in amusement.

“I get that a lot,” Jaskier tells her. She spits out more peas, though he’s not sure if that’s in response to him or because she doesn’t like the peas. He can’t blame her if it’s the latter.

He looks up and finds Geralt watching him with a guarded expression, like he’s not quite sure what to make of Jaskier. Jaskier also gets that a lot. He smiles in what he means to be a friendly and engaging manner, but the other man looks away, focusing on his wife and daughter. Jaskier gets the feeling that Geralt didn’t know Yennefer’s plan to invite him over for dinner, judging by his bewildered expression when he arrived home to find Jaskier knocking on their door. Nor does he seem too pleased about it.

“So.” Jaskier wracks his brain for a topic of conversation. “You’re a park ranger, Geralt?”

“Hm.” Geralt nods.

“And how is that?”

“It’s a job.”

“Yes, but it must be nice, getting to spend all that time surrounded by the beauty of nature.” Jaskier himself finds little beauty in being eaten alive by bugs and needing to shit in the woods, but he knows other people are fans of that kind of thing.

“Spend most of my time stopping tourists from starting fires.” Geralt shrugs.

Yennefer snorts. “Poor Geralt took the job because he thought it would get him away from people. He didn’t count on the tourists.”

“It would be a great job without the people,” Geralt agrees.

“I hear that,” Jaskier says, even though he loves people, even at their messiest and most annoying. The thought of being alone in the woods all day is enough to make him shudder. “And what about you, Yennefer?”

“I’m a lawyer.” She scoops another spoonful of peas into Ciri’s mouth.

Jaskier waits, but she offers up no further information. “Fascinating. As you know, I’m a musician.”

“We’ve heard,” Geralt grumbles, which earns another snort from Yennefer.

Jaskier ignores his jab. “And I work at a coffee shop part-time, because being a musician doesn’t pay the bills.”

“You have an Oxenfurt bumper sticker on your car,” Yennefer says. “Or at least, I assume it’s your car, since it’s always the worst parked one in the parking lot.”

Jaskier starts to protest, but thinks better of it. “Yes, that’s my car.”

“So you went to one of the best schools on the Continent and now you’re a barista?”

“Yenn,” Geralt says warningly.

Jaskier takes a long sip of his beer and wishes it was something stronger. “Have you ever met a man named Edward Pankratz, because that sounds a lot like something that he would say. If you’re going to remind me that I’m nearly thirty and should have my life together by now, you can hold your tongue. I hear it all the time.”

To her credit, Yennefer looks shamefaced.

“I did try to get my MFA, but academia didn’t really suit me.” Jaskier shrugs. “The starving artist thing isn’t as glamorous as they make it look on TV, but it isn’t all bad. And my band’s going to make it someday.”

“Well.” Yennefer reaches out to stroke her daughter’s blonde hair out of her face. “If you can impress Ciri, I suppose you can impress anyone.”

Jaskier forces a smile, letting the awkwardness of the moment ebb away. He’s just here to eat some free food and sing a baby to sleep. He doesn't need to make friends with his beautiful neighbors.

***

Impressing Ciri turns out to be easier said than done. The little girl is standing up in her crib, watching Jaskier with wide green eyes as he sings. He’s been at it for nearly an hour, and she shows no sign of being about to settle down to sleep. Jaskier has sung her all his favorite songs, and even a couple of covers of children’s songs he found online, but nothing seems to be doing the trick. At least she’s not crying. Yet.

“Sing the song that you sang last night,” Yennefer says from the doorway, where she and Geralt are watching the concert.

“Uh.” Jaskier laughs nervously. “That song isn’t exactly child-appropriate.”

“She’s a baby.” He’s not looking at her, but he can hear the eye roll in her voice. “She’s not going to understand.”

Jaskier can’t exactly tell her that he wrote the song as an ode to the way her husband’s thighs look in the tiny shorts he runs in every morning. “It’s pretty rough. I just came up with it the other day. Haven’t really refined it.”

“It clearly worked. Just sing it, Jaskier.”

Jaskier takes a deep breath and turns back to the baby, who watches him with innocent green eyes. “Don’t judge me,” he tells her and starts to sing.

“Tiny shorts, do do do do do…”

He has to sing it three times before Ciri settles down to sleep, curling up her little body in the crib. Jaskier finishes with one final, “Take them off, do do do do do,” and turns to see that it’s only Yennefer standing in the doorway now, wearing a look on her face like she’s trying her hardest not to laugh.

As soon as he steps into the hallway and closes the door behind him, she says, “You never struck me as a runner, Jaskier,” in a sweet voice that tells him that she knew exactly what he was singing about.

Jaskier clears his throat, feeling rather like a penguin that just found itself facing down a polar bear. “I’m not. Just… appreciate fashion in all its forms.”

“I can see that.”

“Did Geralt leave?” Jaskier looks around desperately. He’s decided that Geralt is significantly less scary than his wife.

“He turns in early most nights,” Yennefer says. “He runs in the mornings, you know.”

“Oh, does he?” Jaskier asks, sounding a little strangled to his own ears. “Good for him.”

“It might be a bit cold tomorrow for shorts, though.”

“That’s autumn in Redania for you.”

She smiles a thin-lipped smile. “Goodnight, Jaskier. Thanks for the lullaby.”

“Anytime. Thanks for dinner!” Jaskier flees before he can do anything else to humiliate himself.

***

Jaskier doesn’t expect singing to Ciri to become a regular thing, since neither Geralt nor Yennefer seemed to particularly enjoy his company, so he’s surprised when he leaves work the next day to find a text from Yennefer asking if he likes seafood.

How did you get my number? he texts back.

Our landlord, is her reply.

Is he supposed to give out my number?

He’s afraid of me. He knows I keep a list of things Geralt and I could sue him for.

Could you talk to him about fixing the AC in my bedroom?

Do you like fish or not, Jaskier?

Fish is fine. See you at 6?

See you at 6.

***

And much to Jaskier’s bewilderment, it keeps happening. Jaskier doesn’t go over to sing to Ciri every night, since he has gigs or goes out with friends frequently, but he has dinner with the Wolfes and sings Ciri to sleep at least three or four times a week. They remain as enigmatic as ever, though Yennefer loses the air of a woman contemplating ripping Jaskier’s balls off for the run of it and Geralt stops looking at him like he’s a bomb about to blow. Ciri even grows to appreciate Jaskier’s music beyond the Tiny Shorts Song, which is a relief to all of them.

About a month after the first time Jaskier went over to Geralt and Yennefer’s for dinner, he’s tangled up with the very attractive redheaded bartender he met at tonight’s gig when he hears the piercing wail of an infant through the walls. Jaskier stiffens. Ciri has been crying herself to sleep less and less these days, even on nights where Jaskier doesn’t come over. He tries to lose himself in the task at hand— bringing the bartender to her third orgasm— but the cries just keep coming, relentless and wailing.

Jaskier lifts his head from in between the redhead’s thighs. “I’ll be right back.”

She blinks down at him, bewildered. “Um, okay?”

“It’s my neighbors’ baby,” he tells her. “She’s a fussy sleeper, so I sing to her most nights. Sounds like they’re having a tough night. I’m just going to pop over there and sing a couple of lullabies.”

“Now?”

“I’ll be back before you know I’m gone!” Jaskier presses a kiss to her knee and jumps to his feet, pulling on his trousers and t-shirt. “Just stay right there or help yourself to whatever you want in the fridge. There’s leftover Ofieri food. I’ll be right back.”

Something tells him that the redhead won’t still be there when he gets back and that he probably won’t be getting invited to sing at the bar where she works again, but that’s a problem for later.

He knocks on the Wolfes’ door. A moment later, Yennefer answers, holding a wailing Ciri in her arms. When she sees him, her annoyed expression melts into one of relief. “She won’t stop crying,” she says miserably.

“I gathered that.” Jaskier steps inside. He pats Ciri on the head, hoping it will help. It doesn’t.

Yennefer’s annoyed expression returns in full force. “She’s not a dog, Jaskier.”

“Well, I know that. But everyone likes pats once in a while. Where’s Geralt?”

“Working a night shift,” Yennefer says. “He’s usually the one who holds her until she falls asleep on nights where you’re not here.”

“Does he get home soon?”

“In four hours or so.” Yennefer shoves Ciri into Jaskier’s arms, causing him to have to quickly reposition his guitar case. “Here, take her. I need some chamomile tea.”

She stalks away, leaving Jaskier and Ciri staring at each other. Ciri has stopped wailing, though fat tears are still rolling from her big green eyes.

“Well, hello,” Jaskier says.

Ciri howls in his face in a frankly ear-splitting fashion.

“Well, I think I know what your superpower is,” Jaskier tells her, carrying her into her room. “A scream that can make eyeballs bleed out of the head. That’ll be handy once you get to high school.”

She continues wailing as he puts her down in her crib.

“Yeah, I know, buddy,” Jaskier says, taking his guitar out of its case. “Sometimes, I’d like to just keep screaming until someone comes and sings me a song too.”

Ciri hauls herself up by the side of her crib so she can scream some more at a different angle.

“Now, I welcome constructive criticism on this one, because it’s new,” Jaskier says. “Though I ask that you keep it constructive. Spitting up on my guitar again is not helpful.”

He begins to play. It’s a bouncy, upbeat tune not unlike the Tiny Shorts Song, though the subject matter is much more child appropriate. “This lullaby is just for you / Cuz it’s all I can do...”

He sings the song, switches to the Tiny Shorts Song, and then back to his new song. He’s halfway through his new song when Ciri finally settles down to sleep, her little fist jammed into her mouth. Jaskier finishes the last notes of the songs, then puts his guitar case away and turns to find Yennefer standing in the doorway, two mugs in hand. She hands Jaskier one.

“I really should get back,” Jaskier whispers.

“I just saw your date get into a cab.”

“Ah.” Jaskier winces. “Well, that’s not surprising.”

Yennefer snorts. “Want something stronger than chamomile tea?”

“Yes, please.”

Yennefer leads him to the kitchen and opens up a bottle of wine. “I keep waiting for Ciri to settle down and get used to being here,” she says. “But I suppose she misses her parents.”

Jaskier looks at her askance. “Aren’t you her parents?”

“Her birth parents.” At Jaskier’s bewildered look, Yennefer asks, “Jaskier, did you really think I gave birth to an eight month old last month?”

“Oh, is that how old Ciri is?”

She laughs incredulously. “You thought she was a newborn? She stands up and eats solid food!”

“I know very little about child development.”

“Did it escape your notice that I was never pregnant?”

“Some pregnant people don’t show all that much!”

“For fuck’s sake,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Remind me to never leave you alone with Ciri.”

“You need to be reminded of that?”

“Fair point.” Abruptly, she sobers. “Ciri’s birth parents were friends of ours, Pavetta and Duny. Pavetta’s mother is a piece of work, so they asked us to be guardians in case something ever happened to them. And we agreed, because no one really expects their thirty-two year old friends to die in a boating accident.”

Jaskier grimaces. “Fuck, I’m sorry."

“We never planned on being parents.” Yennefer takes a large sip of wine. “And I’m afraid we’re fucking it up terribly.”

“You’re not.”

“Jaskier, please don’t take this the wrong way, but you can’t tell a newborn from an eight month old. I don’t know if you can make that judgement.”

If Jaskier’s brain weren’t muddled from exhaustion, he would never dream of reaching across the table and taking her hand, but he does. Her hand feels shockingly small in his. “You love her. And you’re going to keep loving her, no matter what. She could keep you awake screaming every night until she’s eighteen and she’s still going to be your kid. My parents were awesome on paper. Came to every school concert, paid for the best education money could buy. But as soon as I turned out not to be the person they expected me to be, it was like I stopped existing to them.”

"Well, it it makes you feel better, I never seemed to exist to my parents," Yennefer says. "And Geralt's mother just up and left one day, no explanation. Left him all alone in their house for days until a neighbor noticed."

“Hey.” Jaskier raises his glass in a toast. “Only took us a month, but we finally found something we have in common.”

She huffs a laugh and clinks glasses with him. “What I’m trying to say is that Geralt and I really have no idea what we’re doing. We have very little to model our parenting skills on.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out.” Jaskier shrugs.

She gives him an odd look, but just keeps drinking her wine.

It’s only much, much later, when Jaskier is back in his empty bed, tipsy and tragically wide awake, that he realizes that he said we.

Whoops.

***

After that night, he’s pretty sure that he and Yennefer are friends. She still scares him a little bit, but her scariness is almost comforting once he knows that he’s in her good graces, because he’s pretty sure that she’s the kind of person who would commit murder for someone once she decides they’re her friend.

As for Geralt… well, Jaskier isn’t sure how Yennefer’s husband feels about him. He still seems oddly nervous around Jaskier, which is strange, since Jaskier has it on good authority that he’s about as intimidating as a chihuahua. He’s not unfriendly, not exactly, but he doesn’t talk much, outside of asking Jaskier if he wants second helpings and occasionally expressing an opinion on one of his lullabies.

“It just takes him time to get used to new people,” Yennefer tells Jaskier when he flat out asks her if her husband hates him. Since Jaskier has been singing to Ciri for well over a month now, he figures that he shouldn’t count as new anymore, but Geralt seems to think otherwise.

So he’s surprised when he’s working at the coffee shop one day and Geralt comes in, pushing Ciri in a stroller and flanked by two other men. One, a strapping redhead, Jaskier recognizes as Lambert, whose wedding Jaskier and Priscilla performed at the summer before. The other, a burly, dark-haired man, looks vaguely familiar; Jaskier is fairly certain he’s Eskel, Geralt’s other brother. Eskel has an arm thrown around Geralt’s shoulders and Geralt is smiling. Lambert rolls his eyes at something and Eskel barks with laughter.

“Hello, Geralt,” Jaskier says brightly as they approach the counter.

When Geralt notices him, he gets a strange look on his face. “You work here.”

Not exactly the warm greeting Jaskier would like, but he’ll take it. “No, but they let me dress up in the apron and stand behind the counter once in a while for fun.”

“Can you make coffee?” Lambert asks.

“I haven’t the foggiest,” Jaskier says cheerfully. “We’ll all find that out together.”

Geralt huffs a laugh, lips turning up at the corners. “Jaskier, you’ve met my little brother, Lambert. And this is my older brother, Eskel.”

“A pleasure.” Jaskier nods to Eskel.

“So, you’re Jaskier,” Eskel says. “I remember you from Lamb’s wedding.”

“All good memories, I hope.”

“You and your friend were great.” Eskel turns to Geralt. “You didn’t tell us that Ciri’s personal lullabies were coming from one of the musicians from Lambert’s wedding.”

“Didn’t seem relevant.” Geralt shrugs.

“Of course it didn’t,” Lambert says. “Anything that doesn’t have to do with horses isn’t relevant.”

Geralt doesn’t appear even moderately remorseful, just places his order with the vaguely long-suffering air of a man who’s spent the day being heckled by his brothers. When the brothers have ordered their coffees and food, Jaskier peers down over the counter at Ciri.

“And what would you like, little miss?” he asks. At her babbled response he says, “A triple espresso? Excellent choice, madam. Room for cream?”

Geralt reaches down to tousle his daughter’s hair. “She’ll take an apple juice and a muffin if you have it.”

“For my favorite customer? I’ll manage to scrounge something up.” Jaskier goes to make the brothers’ orders. He looks up a couple of times to see either Eskel or Lambert shooting him glances, though he doesn’t think either of them are checking him out. Lambert is a happily married man and Yennefer has mentioned that Eskel is dating her best friend, Triss. Whatever the three of them are talking about, it’s left Geralt exasperated; he has his head tilted back and is staring at the ceiling.

Jaskier would normally have them come up to the counter to get their food, but there’s no one in line and he’s feeling particularly customer-service oriented at the moment, so he brings their drinks and sandwiches to them, putting Ciri’s apple juice and muffin down in front of her with a flourish.

“So, what brings you gentlemen here today?” he asks.

“Well, we wanted coffee,” Lambert deadpans.

Eskel cuffs his little brother on the back of the head. “We couldn’t decide on where to go for lunch today and Yenn suggested this place.”

Huh. Jaskier wonders why she didn’t mention to Geralt that he works here then. She’s stopped by a couple of times, though she complains that the coffee too weak. “Well, Yennefer is a woman of excellent taste.”

“Can’t be.” Lambert jerks his chin at Geralt. “She’s been with this asshole for a decade.”

“Fourteen years.” Geralt doesn’t rise to the bait; he seems used to his little brother’s antics.

“Oh, I think that’s evidence of her good taste.” Jaskier shoots Geralt a grin and is gratified when pink touches his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“We already gave you a tip,” Lambert says. “You don’t have to sweet talk him.”

“Lambert,” Geralt growls.

Jaskier laughs. “It’s not sweet talk if it’s true, my friend. Now, let me know if you all need anything else.”

He probably shouldn’t put an extra swing in his hips as he walks away, but he’s always been shameless like that.

When a text comes from an unknown number a few hours later, he knows who it is as soon as he reads, Sorry about my brothers.

Smiling to himself, Jaskier answers, You don’t need to apologize for them. They were hilarious.

Won’t tell them you said that. They’ll be insufferable.

Smirking, Jaskier asks, How was the coffee?

Could have been stronger. Sandwich was good though.

Melitele’s sake, you and Yennefer both! I’ll brew it with battery acid next time.

It takes nearly ten minutes for a reply to come in. Might be an improvement.

Jaskier has to slap a hand over his mouth to stifle his laugh. I’ll pass your feedback onto management.

He never gets an answer, but he still has a smile on his face for the rest of the night.

***

Two days later, Yennefer texts Jaskier to tell him that she’ll be working late that night and it will just be him and Geralt for dinner.

I can come over tomorrow, he replies.

Ciri never sleeps well when it’s just one of us home, Yennefer says. Geralt’s going to need you. And he’s making lasagna.

Fuck, Jaskier does love lasagna.

Another text comes in from Yennefer. Ask him about his horse.

Wait, an actual horse?

No, his childhood imaginary friend.

REALLY?

Yes, she’s an actual horse, Jaskier.

Jaskier makes a face at his phone, even though he knows Yennefer can’t see it. You’re not funny.

Geralt will see you at 6.

***

The first thing Jaskier says when Geralt opens the door that night is, “So, I hear you have a horse.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow. “Did Yennefer give you a list of things to talk to me about?”

“She did. If the horse doesn’t get you talking, I’m supposed to ask about the time Lambert blew up a tool shed.”

“Hm, that’s not a very good story,” Geralt says as Jaskier follows him inside. “The horse is more interesting.”

“What’s her name?”

“Roach.”

“Wow, that’s… quite a name.”

“It’s a good name. She likes it.”

“Of course she does. I’m sure it suits her well.”

Geralt has already put out plates of lasagna and Ciri is sitting in her high chair, finger painting with marinara sauce. Jaskier ruffles her hair and pulls a face at her, much to her amusement. “I didn’t peg you for a horse person,” he tells Geralt as they sit down.

“Why not?” Geralt asks.

“You just…” Jaskier pauses, trying to think of a way to phrase this that won’t make it sound offensive. “You strike me as a guy who would be into cars and motorcycles, not horses.”

“A car or a motorcycle can’t love you back,” Geralt says, which wasn’t what Jaskier was expecting and is weirdly sweet. A lot about Geralt is weirdly sweet, he realizes.

“Well, you’re not wrong.” Jaskier takes an enormous bite of lasagna. “Tell me about her.”

So Geralt does, telling Jaskier all about how he rescued Roach from a shitty owner, slowly getting her to trust him enough to let him ride her, training her. It sounds like a long, arduous project and Jaskier is touched at the thought of big, gruff Geralt taking years to retrain a skittish, neglected horse. He imagines that most people would have given up within months. But there’s none of Geralt’s usual taciturn nature as he talks about his horse. He even takes his phone out to show Jaskier pictures.

“When did you start riding?” Jaskier asks.

“When I was in high school.” Geralt scrolls to yet another photo of Roach eating grass. “Had anger problems when I first went to live with my foster father. He’d send me out into the stables to muck stalls whenever I needed to cool down.”

Jaskier remembers what Yennefer said about her and Geralt’s difficult childhoods. “So Eskel and Lambert…”

“Eskel is Vesemir’s biological son,” Geralt says. “And he adopted Lambert a few years before me.”

“Vesemir must be a good man.”

Geralt’s lips curl into a soft smile. “He is. He adores Ciri.”

“Well, who wouldn’t?”

Ciri flicks some marinara sauce in agreement.

There’s the sound of the key in the lock and Geralt and Ciri both perk up like golden retrievers sensing the approach of a beloved human. If Jaskier also perks up, they don’t seem to notice. Yennefer sweeps in, looking as perfect as always, though the shadows under her eyes are a little more pronounced than usual and her hair is starting to fall out of her sensible twist. She bends to press a kiss to Ciri’s forehead and then Geralt’s lips.

“Have you told him about the horse?” she asks.

“Oh, I know all about Roach,” Jaskier tells her. “I’ve seen pictures and everything. Don’t know about Lambert and the tool shed yet though.”

“Well, the night’s still young.” She smiles wanly.

“There’s plenty of lasagna left,” Geralt says, reaching up to brush a stray hair from her forehead. “Wasn’t expecting you home so soon.”

“My back was killing me, so I told Tissaia that she would have to handle things for the rest of the night.” Yennefer straightens up, wincing. “I may go take a bath and eat later.”

“I can bring a plate to you in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.” Her hand lingers on his shoulder before she leaves the kitchen.

“Guess the life of a corporate lawyer’s never dull?” Jaskier asks as Geralt stands up to make her a plate of food.

“Yenn’s not a corporate lawyer,” Geralt says.

“Oh?” Jaskier blinks. “Huh, I guess I just assumed, what with the fancy pantsuits and the fancy car.”

“She tries to look the part, because she says it makes judges take her more seriously,” Geralt says. “But Yennefer works for a non-profit. Most of her cases are going after companies who aren’t RDA compliant.”

“RDA?”

“Redanian Disability Act. They mostly do pro bono work, so it's nowhere close to corporate pay."

“Huh.” All these months, Jaskier has been picturing Yennefer presiding over sleek boardrooms and barking orders to cowed assistants. To learn that she works all these late nights to help people and not corporations shouldn’t be as much of a surprise as it is. Though he supposes that explains why Geralt and Yennefer live in this shitty building and now a penthouse in Gildorf.

“I’ll be back,” Geralt says and heads down the hallway with Yennefer’s plate of food, leaving Jaskier to contemplate all the things he doesn’t know about his neighbors.

***

It’s a Wednesday night when Jaskier realizes that he’s in love with the Wolfes. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, strumming a new lullaby on his guitar, while Geralt bounces Ciri on his hip in time to the music and Yennefer watches them with a fond expression. Geralt has mashed carrots splattering the front of his t-shirt, but he’s so wrapped up in his daughter that he doesn’t even seem to notice. His eyes meet Yennefer’s and they exchange the looks of two people who have known each other for years and love each other completely.

Jaskier wants them to look at him like that, he realizes with such a start that he bungles a chord on his guitar. Neither seem to notice; they’re too busy looking at each other.

He calls Priscilla as soon as he gets back to his apartment. “I’m in love with my neighbors,” he tells her.

Priscilla sighs, a small, sad sound. “Well, obviously, Jask.”

Jaskier closes his eyes and sinks down onto the floor. Buttercup comes trotting up to him, headbutting him in greeting. “What am I going to do?”

“Stop going over there? Otherwise, this is going to end in tears.”

Jaskier thinks of Ciri’s smile, of the way she clapped her hands in time to his music earlier while her father bounced her on his hip. “I don’t know if I can do that”

“Then stock up on ice cream and vodka for when this does end in tears.”

Jaskier knows she’s right. But he also knows that he’s not going to be able to walk away. He’s never been good at that.

***

In the weeks that follow, Jaskier watches Geralt and Yennefer interact. He watches the way Geralt looks sideways at Yennefer when he’s made a dry joke and is waiting to see if she’ll react. He watches the way Yennefer seems to melt whenever Geralt cradles their daughter in his arms. He watches the hands brushed across backs as they pass each other in the kitchen and the lingering kisses on cheeks and secret smiles over dinner.

He finds himself writing a lot of very bad love songs, and a few very good love songs. He sings the latter to Ciri one night, heart swelling in his chest and she lies peacefully in her crib, watching him with those sleepy green eyes. She’s asleep before the song’s even finished.

“New song?” Yennefer asks him when he slips out of the bedroom.

Jaskier nods. “Have to keep things fresh for my biggest fan.”

“It’s pretty.” Her lips curl into a smirk. “You’ve come a long way from the Tiny Shorts Song.”

“Don’t hate on Tiny Shorts Song. It’s underappreciated in its genius.”

The subject of Tiny Shorts Song pokes his head out of the master bedroom. “She asleep already?”

Yennefer nods. “Dropped off like a light.”

“Impressive,” Geralt says. “She’s hardly crying at all anymore at night. Probably won’t need a lullaby to fall asleep soon.”

It isn’t meant to be cruel. Of course it isn’t; Geralt’s not a cruel man. But Jaskier feels the words like a punch to the gut. Of course Ciri won’t need to be sung to sleep anymore. She’s growing up; Yennefer sent Jaskier a video of her taking her first tottering steps just the other day. Soon, she won’t need Jaskier’s lullabies and then Geralt and Yennefer will probably start looking for a bigger place and then the three of them will move out of Jaskier’s life as quickly and seamlessly as they entered it. Maybe Ciri will get the lullabies he wrote for her stuck in her head someday and not remember where they came from, but most likely, he’ll just be forgotten.

“They grow up fast,” he says brightly, realizing he’s been silent for an awkward amount of time. “Anyway, I should be going. I open at the coffee shop tomorrow and you both know how I am about mornings. See you around!”

And he hurries out before either of them can say a word, because he knows he won’t be able to keep up the cheery facade for long, not when he can feel his heart cracking in his chest.

The next day, he texts Yennefer to tell her he won’t be able to come over for dinner for a few days. Band stuff, he tells her.

Don’t worry about it, she replies. It will be a good test to see if Ciri can fall asleep on her own.

Jaskier sends back a smiley face, glad that she can’t see the look on his face.

Every night, he listens for the sounds of Ciri crying, half-hoping for an excuse to grab his guitar and pop next door. But Ciri is quiet, probably sleeping soundly in her crib while Jaskier lies awake on the other side of their thin adjoining wall.

***

“Jaskier, I say this as someone who loves you wholly and unconditionally,” Priscilla tells him two weeks later after a decidedly lackluster show.

Valdo finishes the thought for her, because they’re a couple now, something that would have bothered Jaskier a lot more a month or two ago, back when he had the energy to care about such things. “But all your songs lately have been maudlin nonsense and you’re driving audiences away like a bad case of flatulence.”

Priscilla winces. “Well, I wasn’t going to put it quite like that.”

“People love heartbreak,” Jaskier reminds her.

“When it’s sexy and tragic, not vaguely pathetic and needs a shave.” She pats his hand.

Jaskier snatches his hand away with a harrumph. “Just for that, I’m not going to be in your wedding party.”

“Darling, you’ll be lucky if you’re invited to the wedding,” Valdo drawls, earning him an elbow to the side from his girlfriend.

Jaskier orders another vodka cranberry.

***

He wakes up the next morning to a text from Yennefer. Come over for dinner tonight.

Jaskier’s head is pounding (he really shouldn’t have had that fourth vodka cranberry) so he has to read the text a couple of times before the words sink in. Is Ciri ok? he replies.

She’s fine. Can you come over or not?

Jaskier is a weak, lonely man, so he types, I’ll bring dessert.

So long as you don’t bake it yourself.

Jaskier doesn’t dignify that with a response.

***

When Jaskier shows up at Yennefer and Geralt’s place that night at six, it’s with a tray of brownies that he did bake himself, thank you, Yennefer. Geralt is the one who answers the door and Jaskier’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. Geralt must have just finished a workout or something, because he’s wearing a pair of running shorts so tiny, he may as well have forgone the shorts altogether. Jaskier makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a whimper.

“Hey, Jask.” Geralt leans against the doorframe, apparently unaware of the fact that Jaskier is having a stroke right in front of him. “You didn’t bake those, did you?”

Outrage snaps Jaskier out of his lust-ridden haze. “I did, thank you! They’re the best boxed brownies money can buy, I’ve been assured.”

“We’ll see.” Geralt steps back to let him in. “Do you like pierogi?”

“My taste buds work just fine, so yes.”

In the kitchen, they find Yennefer setting out the fixings for pierogi. She’s wearing a little black dress that makes Jaskier swallow hard. For fuck’s sake, are they trying to kill him? “Hello, Jaskier,” she says without looking up.

The way she’s currently leaning over the table is giving him a view that’s going to give him a very embarrassing problem if he’s not careful, so he looks anywhere but at her. “Where’s Ciri?”

“She’s staying with Vesemir this weekend,” Geralt says. “He’s been dying for a chance to spoil her rotten.”

“Oh.” Jaskier puts his brownies down on the counter where they’ll be out of the way. “I read the text message right, didn’t I? You wanted me to come over tonight?”

“Unless you had something better planned?” Yennefer asks, lighting a candle in the center of the table.

“Oh.” Jaskier looks around at the candles, the bottle of very nice wine on the counter, the array of delicious-looking pierogi with all their fixings. This looks an awful lot like a date night and he’s trying very hard not to get the wrong idea. “Well, thanks for inviting me. I’ve missed food that didn’t come out of the freezer.”

“And you,” he doesn’t say. “And Ciri.”

“Of course,” Yennefer says. “Are you going to help yourself, or are you going to stand there, gawking like you’ve never seen a pierogi before?”

The pierogi are not what Jaskier is gawking at, but he’s not about to say that, so he goes to get himself a plate. As he sits down in his usual spot, he says, “Wow, guys. Candles, pierogi, wine. Should I expect flowers next?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Geralt shoot Yennefer a strange look.

“If you wanted flowers, you should have made brownies from scratch,” Yennefer deadpans.

“Oh, come on.” Jaskier throws his hands up in the air. “First, I’m not allowed to bake at all and now I’m being attacked for baking boxed brownies. There’s no winning around here.”

Geralt snorts and shakes his head.

They fall into silence as they eat, which isn’t altogether unusual. Jaskier, who is normally the type of person compelled to fill every silence he comes across, has grown used to the comfortable quiet of the Wolfes’ dinner table. It’s nice, even, knowing them well enough that he doesn’t feel the need to chatter relentlessly. He notices that Geralt and Yennefer keep shooting looks at each other, but he can’t decipher the expression on their faces, so he tries to focus on his food.

Finally, Yennefer puts down her fork. “Listen, Jaskier.”

“Yeah?” Jaskier, who is chasing around a stubborn piece of bacon around his plate, looks up.

“Geralt and I realized that we weren’t entirely clear about some things.” Yennefer gives her husband a pointed look.

Geralt clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. “When I said that Ciri wasn’t going to need a lullaby anymore soon, I wasn’t saying I didn’t want you to come over anymore.”

“I never thought that,” Jaskier says. “I just… it feels silly to keep trespassing on your hospitality if you’re not getting anything out of it.”

Geralt frowns. “You’ve never trespassed. We invited you."

“Because I helped Ciri fall asleep.”

“Jaskier,” Yennefer says slowly. “If we didn’t want you around, we would have found another way to get Ciri to fall asleep. We kept inviting you over because we wanted your company.”

“Thank you?” Jaskier glances between them, confused.

Yennefer stares at Geralt, who clears his throat. “We like having you around,” he mumbles into his plate.

“Well, I would hope so.” Jaskier laughs to cover up his confusion. “Considering you’re wining and dining me.”

Yennefer sighs. “What Geralt was supposed to say is that we’d like to have you around more.”

“Not sure why you asked me to do the talking, Yenn.” Geralt doesn’t look up from his plate.

“Because you’re persuasive when you’re wearing those shorts.” She shoots Jaskier a smug smile. “There’s a reason I asked you to wear them. Jaskier obviously finds them inspiring.”

Jaskier’s jaw drops. They’ve all been operating under the polite fiction that Tiny Shorts Song isn’t about Geralt since that first mortifying night.

“Wait.” Geralt’s head shoots up. “Tiny Shorts Song is about me?”

Yennefer stares at her husband for a long moment, then pours herself a glass of wine. “For the love of fuck. Geralt.” She turns pointedly to her husband. “Jaskier has been attracted to you since he moved in. He’s incredibly obvious about watching you when you go on your run every morning.”

“It’s not just me!” Jaskier squeaks. “The old ladies on the third floor all drink tea and watch him from Mrs. Piotrski’s balcony every morning.”

“Regardless of that,” Yennefer says as Geralt opens his mouth, clearly appalled. “Jaskier, Geralt and I invited you over here because you are by far the most ridiculous, obnoxious man we’ve ever met—”

"That seems like an exaggeration."

She ignores him. “—But somehow, over the last couple of months, you’ve become part of our family. It feels right when you’re here and we’d like to have you around more.”

Jaskier is starting to realize what they’re trying to say, but he must be reading too much into this.

“We want you, Jaskier,” Yennefer says. “Despite our better judgement.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow. “Starting to see why you wanted me to do the talking, Yenn.”

“You’re not joking, are you?” Jaskier means the words to come out breezy, but end up sounding terribly vulnerable. Yennefer could break his heart with a look right now.

Yennefer must see that, because her expression softens. “No, we’re not joking. You’re sweet and funny and you’re good with Ciri. Geralt’s been smitten with you since the first time you came over.”

Geralt scoffs. “I’ve been smitten?”

Yennefer shrugs. “Perhaps we’ve been suffering from the same problem for a while."

“We want you to be part of our lives,” Geralt adds, suddenly serious. “And Ciri’s. However you want to be.”

“Oh.” Jaskier suddenly feels torn between collapsing into hysterical laughter and crying.

There’s a heavy silence. Surprisingly, it’s Geralt that breaks it. “So…”

“Melitele’s fucking tits.” Jaskier takes a long sip of wine. “I wrote a song about how incredible your thighs look in those fucking shorts, Geralt. Every song I’ve written for the past two months has either been a lullaby for your daughter or a love song about one or both of you. I’ve been in hiding for the past two weeks because I realized how crazy I was about the two of you and I knew it was going to kill me if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“Well, I guess we’re all idiots.” Yennefer holds out a hand to Jaskier.

Jaskier takes it and lets her pull him out of his chair. And then the next thing he knows, he’s kissing her. She smells like lilacs and her lips taste like wine. When he reaches up to cup her face in his hands, her skin is soft and warm under his touch. He feels the press of a body against his back and lets out a shocked breath when Geralt's hands land on his hips and his lips press against the side of Jaskier's neck. Jaskier turns his head to meet Geralt's lips with his. He stands there for a long moment, bracketed by their bodies, kissing both of them desperately.

"Maybe the brownies can wait," Yennefer whispers in his ear, making him shiver. "Geralt and I have been waiting to find out what else we can do to make you sing."

And well, there's no way Jaskier can turn down an invitation like that.

***

"The lady at the grocery store was right," Jaskier says a couple of hours later, popping a piece of brownie into his mouth. "The best boxed brownies money can buy."

Yennefer makes a disgusted noise. "I can't believe you're eating in bed. You're going to get crumbs everywhere."

"These sheets are already ruined," Jaskier says, only a little smugly.

Geralt hums an agreement, nuzzling at the back of Jaskier's head. He's shockingly cuddly; he hasn't stopped touching Jaskier since their first kiss in the kitchen. It's absolutely delightful. Jaskier snuggles closer into the strong arms wrapped around his waist and reaches around to give an appreciative pat to one of the thighs bracketing his body. Geralt's thighs are even nicer up close.

"Let me see." Yennefer plucks the last bite of brownie out of Jaskier's fingers, popping it into her mouth. "Oh, okay. That's definitely worth ruining the sheets."

Jaskier waggles his eyebrows at her. "So was everything that came before the brownies."

"Hm." Yennefer frowns. "I'm not sure about that."

"Geralt." Jaskier turns to the other man with a look of exaggerated horror. "Do you hear this slander?"

Geralt smirks, his long white hair in a tangle around his face. "Think it has to be a lie to be slander, Jask."

"Oh, ho! You're both in for it now." Jaskier leans over to kiss Yennefer, pulling Geralt with him.

In the end, all parties involved agree that it was very much worth ruining the sheets.

***

Twelve years later

Ciri has had a song stuck in her head for days now. She doesn't know the words, just a bouncy upbeat tune that she hums to herself while she stands in the kitchen, making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Her dad comes down the steps into the kitchen, rumple-haired and bleary-eyed. "Darling girl, how do you feel about making a sandwich for your poor, jet-lagged father?"

"You got home from your tour three days ago." But Ciri still reaches for the loaf of bread.

"Your dad isn't as young as he used to be, duckling," her mother says, coming into the kitchen.

"Excuse you, Yennefer." Dad puffs himself up like he always does when the others mock him. "I am a whole four years younger than you and Geralt. I am still very much in the prime of my—”

Mama leans over and kisses him, shutting him up.

Ciri groans and rolls her eyes. "If you two are going to be gross, I'm not making anyone else a sandwich."

"Horrible child." Dad makes a face at her.

Ciri rolls her eyes again and goes back to making sandwiches, humming.

"What's that song?" Dad perks up, like he always does whenever Ciri shows any interest in music. She occasionally feels bad that she's completely tone deaf.

"I don't know. It's been stuck in my head for days now, but I don't know the words." She hums a few bars to the best of her ability.

Dad's face breaks into an enormous grin. "The Tiny Shorts Song."

"Oh, for the love of Melitele." Mama pinches the bridge of her nose."Of all the beautiful songs he wrote for you when you were a baby, that would be the one you would remember."

But Dad isn't listening to her, drumming on the countertop as he belts out, "Tiny shorts, do do do do do do!"

Ciri stares at the two of them, open mouthed. "You sang me a song about someone's tiny shorts?"

"Your dad has the emotional maturity of a ten year old boy," Mama says flatly.

The sliding glass door opens and Papa comes inside, sweaty and gross after mowing the lawn. Neither of Ciri's other parents do a very good job of hiding the fact that they're ogling his... shorts.

"Oh no," Ciri says, horrified. "The Tiny Shorts Song is about Papa?"

All three of her parents freeze, wide-eyed.

Papa looks at Dad with a deadpan expression. "What did you do?"

"Me? Why do you assume..." Dad points at Ciri. "She's the one who got it stuck in her head after all these years! Ciri, darling." He turns to her. "Your papa is an incredibly inspiring man. I have written many, many songs about him over the years."

"I know." She hears them on the radio all the time, much to her chagrin.

"The Tiny Shorts Song was just the first of my magnum opus."

"You only find Geralt inspiring?" Mama asks with a teasing smile.

"Oh, darling, you know that's not true." Dad pulls her into a kiss. "I am married to the two most inspiring people in Redania, if not the whole Continent. I could write a thousand albums dedicated to your—”

At that, Ciri decides to take her sandwich upstairs and leave them to their own devices. As she heads up the stairs, stepping over a sleeping Buttercup, she hears Dad and Mama start to sing the Tiny Shorts Song while Papa groans in protest. Shaking her head, Ciri closes her bedroom door behind her. Her parents are ridiculous.

She'll never tell them, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

***

#the witcher #geraskefer #geralt x jaskier x yennefer #geralt/jaskier/yennefer #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #my fic #my writing #what about the bard #wuv the bard

[sugrbugz]

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo imagine #kuroo headcanons #kuroo x male reader #haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu thirsts #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Brother! Tamaki Amajiki x Female! Sister! Reader

CW: yandere, incest, stealthing, con to noncon, quirk play, riding, manipulation, possessiveness, slight angst, implied kidnapping

AN: thank you to @suzuki-violin-school for beta reading!! @sightoru @bonesoftheimpala come get y’all juice

You always had a strange relationship with your big brother, seeming to be just a touch close for your parent’s liking. But the pair of you never paid too much mind to it. Something about it just felt natural and right. You were thick as thieves, always confiding and comforting each other when no-one else seemed well enough to do the job.

When you ran to your brother’s house the second your first boyfriend broke up with you for a completely arbitrary reason, leaving you to cry on your nii-san’s shoulder to deal with your heartache.

“I told you he was no good for you, bunny. I knew from the start that something was wrong with him. There’s no one that’s good enough for my baby sister.”

Then it happened again. And again. And again, until it seemed like every partner you’ve ever had lost interest after the first few months of your relationship. It was devastating to feel unloved and unwanted, but at least you had your big brother to make everything better. Tamaki always reminded you how much he loved you, how smart and intelligent you were, how anyone would be lucky to have you, and the people who have dumped you were complete fools to not see what a gem you were.

And anyone would be lucky to have your big brother; you reminded him as well. The number seven pro hero who had finally blossomed into a confident, top-tier hero with a heart of gold. He was so strong, not to mention a heartthrob. Maybe it felt wrong to be jealous of the attention he gets from the media for his work along with his looks. Still, maybe it was because you knew better than anyone else that one day, the devotion he showed towards you would be the devotion he showed towards his own partner.

Not that you ever planned to tell him you didn’t want his undivided attention to be cast elsewhere, but just like everything else about your relationship, it flowed out naturally when you were crying about your recent first date that had ghosted you after dinner.

“Tama-nii, I’m never going to find someone! Why does no one want me?”

You sobbed into his chest, clinging to him like you did when you were a child, searching for the lost innocence of your youth in his arms. His strong hands embraced you without question, without judgment, as he kissed the top of your head tenderly while shushing you gently.

“Oh, bunny. That’s not true at all-”

What could he know about your struggle? The media treats him like the very man who hung the stars in the sky, and how could you blame them? He was the moon, the very embodiment of tenderness that waxes and wanes with a gentle, shimmering brilliance that you can’t help but hide in the shadows of.

“Yes, it is! What could you possibly know of not being wanted when you’re just going to end up leaving me like everyone else does?” His silence spoke louder than your own sobbing. “One day, you’ll find someone and leave me to be alone again because no one wants me!”

His hand, that touch you’ve become so familiar with, gently strokes your lower back.

“Who said I don't want you? You're making assumptions, little bunny.”

His words tickled your ear, got your heart racing as he quelled your cries of anguish. “Because I certainly do.”

Nimble fingers tilted your chin up to meet his soft gaze, lust clouding his eye like the calm before the storm.

“B-But not like that-”

“Exactly like that.”

His words lit a fire in your core, but forced ice to run through your veins. Your brother could never have you in the way you wanted him to, the way you needed him to.

“It's not that simple.” You choked out, straining to contain yourself from your fleeting desires. This fleeting feeling of weakness can't let you risk your relationship with your brother, or worse, let him be your everything for just a moment and watch him walk away when he's done. “We can't.”

“And why is that? Isn't it obvious that I'm not going anywhere unless I'm with you?”

His face inched closer to yours, a blush splattering his pale skin up to his ears.

“It’s wrong-”

Your eyes flicked to his lips for a brief moment as you found yourself frozen.

“Not if I love you.”

Plush lips sealed over yours, enveloping you in the tenderness you'd had always envied him for. The love, the obsession he had for you had come crashing down in waves over you as you kissed him back, eager to feed off his affection and attention.

Teeth and tongue clashed together in a messy display of the taboo; hips pushed flush against each other as you whined into his mouth, sobbing in the relief of finally feeling yearned for.

The question of whether or not it was right wasn't plaguing you anymore, not like it did you when you scorned yourself for the infectious desires that coiled in your core late at night. His love cleansed you, cured you of your ailment as his tongue and lips made their way to your neck.

Sweet nothings tickled your ear as he nibbled and kissed along your tender flesh, leaving bright pink spots in his loving wake. The tears from your eyes dripped onto his hair, but neither of you seemed to care.

“Don't cry, my love.”

His words were like a symphony, enthralling you with the melody that he carried in his voice and the song he sung to soothe your overwhelmed state. “Let your big brother take care of you, okay?”

Clothes were discarded in a flurry, tossed somewhere beyond the couch the two of you were grinding on. His hands were so strong, yet so gentle as you were carried like a princess, his princess, to his bed where he no doubt intended to indulge in every one of your desires.

Your knight in shining armor kissed you breathless under the moonlight that trickled through the window, casting his shadow over you. Even now, he stole the limelight but you couldn't find it in yourself to care this time, not when he touched you so lovingly.

Nimble fingers kneaded and pulled at your plump flesh, making their ways down to the wetness between your legs. Shame flushed your face as he throatily chuckled. “Wet for me already, imouto? You're flattering your nii-san.”

The pad of his thumb circled your clit gently, sharp eyes watching as your body jolted and twitched at the sensation. “You’re acting as though you've never been touched before.”

You hear the smile in his voice without even seeing it. It only served to flush your shame even further, avoiding the eyes that were fucking you with everything they had.

“Don’t take those pretty eyes off of me.”

His middle finger prodded gently at your hole, teasing the twitching thing with circles of his forefingers. Shyly, your eyes turned to him, begging, pleading for him to stop teasing already!

And how could he deny such an unspoken request from the love of his life? Tamaki already knew what you wanted before you even did, he always did. He’s been able to read you like a book, already knowing what would be on the next page before it was written.

Still, he liked to tease, or more so needed to. It would fuel him like no other to finally hear you beg for him, beg for the love only he knew how to give you. Not that he would be so selfish to deny you of all that you wanted, he was more than prepared to spoil his lovely princess.

But, the man couldn't deny the inklings of his insecurities coming back to bite him. There was a chance that you could regret this later, that you would run far from his reach the second the realization that you slept with your brother donned on you. Tamaki wouldn't have it, now or ever.

Your moans drew him back to the present as his finger pumped in and out of you, dragging along your spongy, wet walls that gripped him oh so nicely. He could hardly handle the anticipation of getting to feel you around his cock.

“N-Nii-san! I can't wait, want you inside!”

Your broken cry sent a shudder down his spine and a jump to his cock. Such a desperate little thing you were, but you were his desperate little thing.

Maneuvering the both of you, he sat you in his lap while holding your ass flush to his hips.

“You know what to do, pretty girl.”

Swallowing thickly, you pulled his cock out of his boxers and positioned yourself to sink down on it.

“Y-You’ll pull out, right?”

“Of course, imouto.”

That was all you needed. Determined to please him, you pushed just the tip in before sitting all the way down on it. A choked gasp filled the space as you felt the fullness of your brother’s cock inside of you.

“S-So full, nii-san!” He stretched you perfectly, letting any pain fade comfortably into pleasure.

It was then that Tamaki decided he would ruin you, not only for himself but for anyone else who dared to think they would be able to please you.

As you ground your hips down into his, you couldn't help but start to feel him grow inside you. Was this normal for sex?

“Ah! Hold on, it's really starting to hurt nii-san.”

Your hips lifted off of his, only to be slammed back down by those strong hands you've come to love.

“Just relax, princess. I'm doing this because I love you.”

Admittedly, this was his first time to try to manifest this part of his body, but he had to try for you, didn't he? Your future with him depended on it. The kiss he pressed to your temple was to soothe himself more than you, focusing on the horse meat he had eaten early that day just after you called him.

He shushed your struggles, hugging you close and stroking the ever-growing bulge in your stomach as he completed his manifestation.

“There we go.” He kissed your cries of the pain away. “It’s okay, you’re okay, princess.”

You had to understand that he was doing this for both of you. He’d ruin that cunt of yours, make it so no man other than Tamaki and his quirk could ever satisfy you.

“You were made to my cock, and mine alone, princess. I'll make you see that.”

The pain was nearly unbearable as he began to thrust up into you, hitting your cervix with the strange cock head he had produced. His hand stayed flush to the bulge on your stomach, stroking it gently as he pounded into you from below.

Your cries and moans meshed together in a perfect melody, one that was always destined to be sung by the both of you, together as one.

Neither of you were going to last long, not with his quirk in play.

“Oh God, I'm gonna cum, princess!” His thrusts became erratic, pounding into you with a new vigor.

“Y-You promised to pull out!” You cried in frustration, feeling his cum fill you up to the brim and dripping out of even with his cock still inside. Tamaki thumbed at your clit to help push you over the edge as he shrunk his cock back down, feeling you cum around him with a cry and shaky legs.

He pulled out, looking at the bulge his cum inside you left behind as he pushed on it gently, watching it gush out of you.

“Now no one else will ever want you.”

#yandere tamaki amajiki x reader #yandere tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x you #tamaki amajiki x y/n #tamaki amajiki x reader #yandere my hero academia #my hero x reader #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere

[aetheternity]

So sweet, just for me

Synopsis: Just some stories where reader takes care of Virgin! Armin.

Disclaimer: Unprotected sex, blowjobs, Sub Armin and sexually experienced Y/N are all present in this. Minors exit now.

☆☆Just Summer Things☆☆

Sweat coursed down the expanse of every inch of your body. Or maybe it was water you weren't really sure. A set of carefully trimmed nails shivered and shook beside your head, digging into the grimy tree bark. Locks of sun kissed blonde hair stuck to parts of your neck, face and collarbone as you coaxed Armin's breathing down. Forehead resting uncomfortably against the bark and your ass firmly seated against his hips.

"How do you feel sweet boy?"

"I-I.." He panted, pulling his face back a little. Blue doe eyes full of lust and the sweet shine of tears.

His cock currently pressed delicately against your g-spot during what started out as a normal water balloon fight. Between the boys and the girls of course. You guys had all come out during late afternoon, Sasha and Connie started tossing water balloons and teams formed accordingly.

At some point you'd run off to what you thought was a safe zone only to find Armin perched in the bushes. Contemplation etched into his soft features.

"Move slowly ok." You encourage. You were surprised by how big he was sure but the warning was more so this could last for a while.

He nodded where you were still holding the back of his head. His nails cautiously unlatching from the tree moving instead to sink into the fat of your hips while at the same time his once snugly nestled cock began to move. The sweet drag forcing your toes to curl and your eyes to shut. A small exhale cresting off your lips.

A breathy moan fell from his trembling lips as he pulls you in closer. Wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing around you like a lifeline.

You'd met Armin only two years ago through Jean and continued to crush on him for the entirety of those two years. Until today when he'd admitted to you that he was a little ashamed of being a virgin while consistently having to listen to Eren, Connie and Jean's conquests.

You told him they were probably lying about at least half of those stories but it only got you a small smile. So you decided to do him one better and offer to take his virginity.

It wasn't selfish. It was a win win. He would receive a conquest story to tell and you would get what you'd been craving since you'd first seen him in Jean's apartment shirtless and trying to help fix the messed up drain.

"Feels good?" You chuckle huskily

"Oh my God.." He huffs into your skin. 

His hips worked themselves up a little faster. A slightly clumsy pace forming but he was new at this so you weren't mad.

"Armin slow down baby, I don't want you to get ahead of yourself."

"I-i'm sorry.. j-ust feels amazing.."

One of his hands hesitantly snaked up your shirt. Skittish in the way he palmed at your breast. Though he quickly eased up when you replied to the affection with a little mewl.  

It felt surprisingly amazing for you as well. Considering the situation and the fact that Armin had never done this with anyone. This really was his first time.. What a weird thing to tell people. My first time was at a water balloon fight against a tree.

You hummed when the pleasure started to sit in your stomach. Legs trembling a bit as he pumped inside you a little faster. Any other time you would've just thrown your head back and relaxed, especially since his dick was so perfectly filling right now but-

"Armin, slow down." Your breathing was a little raspy.

He replied with a whimpery moan, thighs shaking against your sides. You reached an arm around grabbing his hips with your hand to slow them. It seemed to catch his attention because those soft doe eyes were wide.

"You'll get to cum baby I promise you, ease up a bit it's not a race." He nodded in affirmation and you smiled warmly.

Silk strands warm under your guided fingers as he pulled all the way out and slowly eased back in. A collective united moan exiting both your mouths. You'd shut your eyes but they worked themselves back open at the almost unnoticeable twitch of his cock head.

Your favorite part.

"Mm baby so close.." You whisper, your lip coming to tuck itself under your teeth.

A small chorus of yes's and little gasps fall from his open mouth. His skin somehow easing out of tomato red and into surface of the sun red.

You pull him close making sure his eyes were open. "I need you to cum for me ok? But make sure no one hears you." You say, and fuck is it gorgeous watching him come undone. Just like you'd imagined so many times before.

The tears once welling in his eyes spilled over like a faucet. Choked moans and harsh gasps worked their way off his lips. One of his hands flew back up to the tree where his nails soon dug the bark clean off. His hips stuttering through his entire orgasm. You were almost worried when his climax ended. The way he went silent except for his wild breathing.

"Armin?"

"Fuck.." He sighed

You couldn't help but giggle. "How was your first time?"

He gasps and rolls his eyes still stuck in euphoria. When he pulls out you take the opportunity to turn around. Working your panties up over your hips and pulling your fluttery skirt back down.

"Please, please let me do that again sometime.." He huffs finally managing words. You bring his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that honestly doesn't last long enough for you.

"Only if you promise to stay my good boy." You reply pulling his shorts up till they rest comfortably on his hips.

"I promise." He remarks, almost too eager. "Oh! Wait you didn't get to c-"

"Hey, where did you guys go?" Armin practically separates from his skin as Connie and Jean round the corner. Water guns tucked in their grasp.

"When did you guys get those?" You asked nonchalantly.

Jean shrugged, "We made the game more interesting."

Connie shook his head running back around the corner as Sasha's battle cry sounded.

"Hurry and get back we need you out there Armin." And with that Jean was gone too.

You picked up Armin's discarded water balloon, placing it in his open palm. "See you out there, lover boy."

☆☆Showing Armin how to do Yoga☆☆

"Why's Armin coming over here so early again?" Sasha asked rolling over onto her side. The bag of cotton candy once perched on her thighs flopping over and nearly spilling its contents.

"To do Yoga!" You replied with a laugh sitting the bag upright next to her.

She groaned dramatically. "But it's six thirty am on a Saturday."

"No one told you to get up with me." You remark, pushing the coffee table to the edge of the room.

She holds her once displaced bag up for you to see. "It was calling out to me." She sighs, hugging it to her chest.

A knock on the door takes your concentration. As you pull it open you call back to her, "Well since you're up, you might as well join us."

"Nope!" She quickly scurries away with a wave of her hand. Cotton candy stuffed under her arm.

You shut the door behind Armin as he stares down the hall that Sasha had disappeared down. Your grin is bright almost devilish as it slowly spreads across your face.

"Seems like it's just the two of us." You mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

You watch as he thickly gulps with a nod. Bite able Adam's apple bouncing but you pretend you don't notice. Your mat is already laid out on the floor but you can't stop yourself from bending over to smooth out the corners. Barely paying attention to Armin until you hear a small cough or maybe him choking it's not very clear.

He's holding his mat in his arms defensively across his chest. Silk strands of blond hair fluttering when he blinks. His cheeks a beautifully vibrant pink.

"I-I wanted to th-thank you.." He says, blue eyes trained where they stared at your mat. "For.. the- um.." He gestures and you can't help but giggle.

"The sex?"

Now his eyes find you. Blown wide as his pink lips part over a word that never succeeds in leaving his mouth. Your feet pat over the floor as you close the distance between the two of you. His cheeks warm under your delicate grasp and you hold his face almost as though you're sure he'll shatter.

"You're so cute, please never change."

You're almost scared it sounds condescending but the soft rosy color trudging up to the tips of Armin's ears says he doesn't agree.

You turn back to your mat with a smile but just before you sit on it you add, "And you never have to thank me for sex, I'd do it with you anytime."

He nods once as if responding to you and then twice as if he's confirming that you did indeed say what he heard. The soft plap of his mat on the floor reminding you of what you were both here for.

"Ok, let's begin then." You take a deep breath, adjusting the scrunchie holding your hair in place. "First we wanna stretch alright, so I just need you to reach up above your head with both hands and reposition your feet."

You demonstrate using yourself and Armin awkwardly copies. Slender fingers curling towards the sky as he slowly relaxes his shoulders. You can't help but let your mind wander a little as a glint of light flickers off the steel rings decorating three of his gorgeous digits.

You had fingered yourself last time the two of you were together and now you were craving him. Wondering what the warmth of just one of those inside you would feel like.

"Spread your legs more." You encourage, meanwhile it nearly has Armin doubling back. "Dirty boy." You tease

You stand in front of him gently kicking his legs apart. Easy enough. And he responds to every bit of your touch like he craved you too.

And well you wanna tell yourself that you had actually had completely innocent intentions when you'd invited Armin over here today. He genuinely had never done Yoga before and you knew Sasha was gonna be here. So yeah, you'd love to say you wanted nothing but to relax Armin in this encounter.

But you couldn't even keep a straight face while thinking it.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" He squats, carefully coming back up. Arms reaching out on both sides as you coaxed him. "A little lower sweetie." You say as his ass hovers inches over the mat.

And oh to be the mat.

You step back until you're completely back on your mat. "I'm sure your arms are tired, you can put them down now." You wave him off and he lets out a smooth exhale. "Feel relaxed yet?"

"A little." He replies with a confident smile.

"Then you're ready for the next part." You clap "I need you to bend over and touch your toes alright."

He shuts his eyes, pretty lips parting over your choice of words. What you wouldn’t give right at this second to be a mind reader. His back arches, ankles locking together as you demonstrated. "Good, good boy. Back straight." You sink your thumb into his black athletic shirt to touch his spine. And he hardens with your touch. "Don't be shy, it's just me." You mutter, breath heavy.

Fuck! Touching his back muscles this up close and personal made you wanna sink your nails into them. Leave lines up and down his soft supple skin as a mark that you'd always be his first. No one else would ever get that privilege. 

"I-I.."

Shit.

"Ok, you can stand."

You pretend not to notice the way he shifts his sweats as he stands. This time you vow to actually stay on your mat.

"You should know this position." Your legs spread on one end of the mat while your hands came down to lay flat near the opposite end. "Try it."

Carefully he gets into the position you're currently doing but not without peaking at your figure. His blond hair dipping towards the mat and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks.

"Now we're gonna slowly curve our bodies down until our pelvis touches the floor." You say, head curving up toward the ceiling. For once Armin has immediate trouble, hips dangling weirdly over the ground. His arms trying and failing to steady himself.

"What's the matter? Wanna try a different position?"

"N-no it's nothing.."

You plop down on your mat, crossing your legs and gesturing for him to do the same and even without his reluctance you already know what's wrong. He slowly but surely rotates his hips, spreading his legs. His hardened dick print on full display.

You don't even try to hide the slow slither of your tongue wetting your lips. You quickly turn your head before crawling your way over to a very very flushed Armin. Sweat glistening perfectly over his pale skin.

"W-wait Sasha!" He panics, his arms flailing a bit as he backs up slightly.

"Shh it's ok, she definitely fell back asleep the second she went back in her room." You reply crawling towards him again.

"But you know I c-can't keep q-uiet. Wh-what if she h-hears!"

Your hands inched past his now loosened sweats to gently squeeze his hardened cock through his boxers. Both his hands flew to his mouth giving you a new gorgeous view of those pretty rings.

His eyes roll unfocused with every sweet glide of your hand. Tears already starting to brim along the edges of his warm eyes.

“Do you always wear those rings for physical activities or is it just for me?” 

“I-I just forgot to take them off..” 

“Did you?” You can tell your smile is shitty. Just from the way his eyes dart away from yours "You've never been blown either have you?" You ask getting back on topic.

"N-no." It's a muffled response but it hits your ears loud and clear.

"Another story for the growing journal then." You tease

You honestly can't help yourself. Lips curving and confining his tip like a vise. Precum salty where it stains your tongue. His gasp bouncing off the wall so elegantly. So fucking perfect. But even though Sasha is a heavy sleeper you were still worried she'd wake up before you finished.

So as much as you wanted to tease.

"Can I pull these down baby? I know your dick wants some relief."

He complies, oddly quickly. And you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to hug the tops of his thighs. 

And his dick is gorgeous. You hadn't actually seen it before but fuck was it pretty, standing tall and leaking before you.

You inch forward spit dribbling from your lips to be collected in the hand that was working his slender shaft. It had Armin's hips bucking up to greet you. His sweet whines egging you on.

And slowly but surely.... "Oh my fucking god."

It was an adjustment. Not as smooth as you would've liked because of the weird angle but you'd taken a little more than half of his dick in your mouth. A mildly painful fit made up for by the angelic cries of Armin just above you.

"Pl-please.. oh God please.."

He couldn't tell what he wanted to hold, hands shifting to the top of your head, the floor and his rolled up sweats all in less than a minute. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest every time you swallowed his cock again.

You wanted to speed ahead so bad, see him just as flustered as he had been last week when he had his cock buried deep inside your pussy but it was obvious he wasn't going to last long either way.

Disorganized syllables flooding off his lips with the occasional whimper of "thank you" and "yes". His throat heavy with every curse word he knew stuck in it. Breaths quick and uneven as you coaxed him down your throat. Vibrations coursing past your lips to meet his already sensitive sex.

"I-i'm.. gonna cum.. mmm soooo close! Gonna cum!"

His choked breaths fell over your forehead and in the next second he was emptying every bit of his stress into your mouth. Eyes clouded like Armin wasn't even in there anymore. And you drained him of every drop, reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls.

When you pulled off of him he let out a deep exhale. Body still shaking as he looked at you.

"Thank you so much." He grinned hazily

"God, I wanna be as many of your firsts as possible." You breathe out a laugh.

☆☆The one where Eren walks in☆☆

It wasn't often you came back to the same guy. Every now and then you had one night stands and that's all it ended up being. You'd always been fine with that.

But Armin made you stay. His shaky fingers, nervous tongue and tear stained cheeks so oddly addictive. Intoxicating in how innocent he stayed despite having two sexual encounters with you.

And now here you both were having your third in his bed. Bodies melded together in the heat of both your sweat. Eyes fixated on only each other as his head tilted up like a hungry baby bird to pull you back in every time you fled.

And you indulged him as much as possible because fuck he was the cutest thing. Your hands gliding over his back and up to his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. Spine curving deliciously when he grazed over your g-spot.

"Armin.. there." You breathed

Your free hand slid between your bodies making space for those slender fingers to work over your clit.

"Flick it." You encouraged, he immediately did as he was told earning a moan of approval.

"Good boy." You hum, lip trembling where it curves under your teeth.

The once soft pink of his face deepened with the compliment. A little smile decorating his gorgeous features. Just another thing to add to your growing folder of mental images.

"There honey.. keep going." You cooed over the little whimper fluttering off his lips as you hugged his cock. "You remember that spot right? The one that you hit when we were outside?"

"Yeah.. I think it was.." His hips remained delicate as he slid right into place. One leg up as he slotted his cock inside you. Heat pooled in the lowest depths of your stomach with the hesitant prodding of his tip to your g-spot. Eyes curving up to yours for further instruction.

"Mmhm that's it.. hit it a little harder ok."

It was all sorts of clumsy but he rammed your g-spot full force. An apology made its way to his throat but eye contact and the choked gasp that left your mouth soon proved it wasn't needed. You spread your legs a little further for him and he grabbed your waist smoothly working your hips over his dick.

"You're doing so well." You giggled taking a hold of his face. "And you're holding out much longer this time."

"Y-yeah but I'm almost there.." He sighed, fingers working at your clit a little faster. Right in time with the faster tempo of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel soooo good." He drawls

His lips parted, eyes flying north. You hugged him a little tighter as his chest pushed you up and down with each thrust. The once gentle drag of your nails now much rougher. As you let it slip just how much you were enjoying this.

Let your mouth fall open for the words circling your brain. Stomach heavy as Armin fucked you with intention. You brushed beads of sweat back from his face. His hair going up with it, clumping together atop his head.

"Mm gonna cum.." He moaned, head lolling with the intensity of his full body tremor.

"Hey Armin-"

"Eren!" Armin nearly shot up as Eren pushed the door open with zero warning.

Armin's free hand stayed on your clit completely stagnant. Tip twitching inside you, he didn't even have time to cover his mouth. Moans and whimpers pouring out from his still parted lips. Every bit of your fifteen minute effort now seen and heard by Eren who stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey Eren.." You greeted, pulling your hand away from your upturned lips. Meanwhile Armin's face is buried deep in your shoulder blade. Where you already assumed he'd be staying for the next hour.

"Uh huh.." Eren replied, slamming the door shut. "Mikasa, he's busy let's go!" You heard him call as his boots clicked down the hall.

You don’t say a word till you hear the front door open and close, “You ok?” 

“Any chance Eren didn’t hear that?..” He whispered 

“Not in hell or on Earth love.” 

‘Then no..” 

#aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #armin x you #armin x y/n

[pufflocks]

Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah–'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x male reader #hq kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo testuro #smut #haikyuu smut #bottom reader #bottom male reader #degrading #choking #tw dacryphilia

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Mutually Curious // g.w.

george weasley x reader

requested: for @anxiousblanketqueen’s bday wc

word count: 3.8k

warnings: 18+ themes, mutual masturbation, slight dom/sub roles 

A/N: hey loves! I’ve been wanting to post this one for like a week and I just never got around to it because finals are seriously kicking my ass. I am so stressed and so tired and I just want it all to be over with. But i also really wanted to get this out before Jill’s bday on wednesday (you should totally check out her blog and participate in her bday sleepover 💗) ! Ideally, I wanted to get all the fics out for her bday wc before her bday, but alas that is not happening. Oh well, she’ll just get some late presents 😂💗 Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!! Xx

You truly enjoyed days like this - where you had nowhere to go or nothing to do. You could simply lay around all day and do whatever you pleased without feeling guilty that you were avoiding something else.

What made days like this even better is when they were spent with your best friend, George. You two had been inseparable since second year, ever since you got seated next to each other in Charms class.

Throughout the decade you’ve known each other, your friendship has evolved in some rather beautiful ways. It started with pulling pranks and just having fun in each other’s company. Then you guys started sharing secrets and deep late-night thoughts. Eventually, nothing was off-limits for the two of you to talk about.

You both were just so comfortable with the other that it wasn’t odd to share intimate details that you’d hesitate to tell others. You knew each other inside and out, ranging from the basics of favourite colours and foods, to the more advanced knowledge of deepest fears and wishes, all the way to the ultimate comfort level of knowing each other’s preferences and stories from the bedroom. You just felt completely at ease talking to George no matter what the topic was, and he reciprocated that ease.

You two never run out of things to talk about, though, as you’re always finding out more about yourselves, whether that’s a new kink you want to explore or a new fact you learned.

Today was no different. Without even thinking about it, you’re voicing a rather interesting segway question.

“You know what I’ve kind of always wanted to try?”

“What’s that, darling?” George asks, looking up at you as he’s laid down by your feet.

“Masturbating with someone.”

You can just barely hear him let out a groan before he’s humming out an answer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I just wonder what it’d be like, you know, being intimate and vulnerable like that without necessarily touching the other. Not that you couldn’t touch the other, though.”

You watch as he seems to think about your statement for a couple seconds, nodding lightly.

“Yeah, it’d definitely be interesting. I mean, it’s fun to tease your partner that way - you know, not letting them touch themselves while you get yourself off - but I’ve never really thought about both people masturbating.”

“I don’t know what I’d think about it.” You admit.

“I feel like it could be embarrassing, but at the same time it really does sound like fun.”

Frowning in thought, you lean back to look at the ceiling. You can only imagine what it’d be like to masturbate with someone present. All of that attention on you, basically putting you in a spotlight. You’re not so sure about that.

“Why do you think it’d be embarrassing?” George frowns as he props himself up to look at you. He’s known you long enough now to know that you don’t get embarrassed very easily. Why would you find mutual masturbation embarrassing? It’s not like you would be the only one doing it.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m thinking I might feel too exposed?” You sigh.

“Being naked in front of a guy, touching myself, having him watch? Like with sex at least his hands are on me so his attention is a bit divided. I’m not under his full gaze, you know?”

He hums, thinking about your words. He could understand how it could be uncomfortable to have a person’s undivided attention, but at the same time he thinks it sounds pretty great - having your attention solely on him as he strokes himself. And just the idea of getting to watch you pleasure yourself has him excited, his cock twitching happily in his trousers.

“We could always try it?” He offers, not hesitating to share his thought.

“What?” You ask, a bit incredulously, sitting up to look at him, meeting his gaze almost immediately.

“I mean, if you want to. It’s not like we haven’t talked about doing things with each other before, and we’d just be getting ourselves off. We wouldn’t have to touch each other if you didn’t want to.” He explains as he rubs at the back of his neck, clearing his throat as his cock grows at the idea of watching you squirm as you come undone in front of him.

You can’t help the little needy whine that escapes your lips, cheeks growing warm at the idea. You’ve only thought of George in bed with you at least a thousand times by now. There’s no way of stopping the thoughts of his cock and what it’d look and feel like from running through your head.

“And we’re already comfortable with each other, yeah? That could help you not feel so embarrassed.” he offers, hoping you agree. He’s only dreamt of you a thousand times by now, picturing what your body looks like and what your moans and whines sound like. It’s not uncommon for him to pop a boner at the thought of you. 

You nod, understanding his thoughts. Honestly, there’s no one else you could imagine trying this with. While you’re embarrassed at the idea of your best friend seeing you naked and so vulnerable, the idea excites you to no end. You already felt safe with him, so why try this with anyone else?

“What do you say, y/n? You want to try it?”

You nod, a small whimper falling from your lips as you do. You never thought that you’d ever actually do anything with George, but Merlin have you wanted to. That’s one of the only downfalls of being so close with george - you can’t help but get turned on and want to see how true his stories are when he shares them with you.

“Y-yeah. Do you?”

“Godric, yes.” He moans, nearly panting already as he never turns his attention from you. If you thought you got turned on by his stories, you should try paying attention to him more when you tell yours. He’s constantly hiding an erection and trying to not pounce on you and make you his.

“O-okay.” You smile, already blushing as you gently chewing on your bottom lip as you figure out what to do first.

You figure that you should probably both undress first, so you cautiously grab the hem of your shirt, his eyes trained on you as he sits up.

Smiling and gently biting on your bottom lip, you slowly lift up the material to reveal your simple black bra to him, not able to stop the soft giggles from your lips as he groans.

“We’ve barely started and you’re already teasing me?”

“Not teasing you yet, Georgie. I’m just undressing.” You smirk, removing your shirt from your body.

He moans, eyes roaming over your exposed skin. Sure he’s seen your skin before while you wear shorter clothes in the summer, but watching you undress in this context for him is something he just can’t get over. He knows he’s not the first person to see your body, but that doesn’t matter when he’s the one who gets to see it right now.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. You know that, don’t you?”

You smile, a blush on your cheeks as you take in his words. You’ve been told by a number of people that you’re beautiful, but hearing it from George’s lips is otherworldly. It feels so much more sincere and intimate coming from him.

George smiles, watching as you melt at his words. He’s loving how absolutely adorable you currently look with a blush on your cheeks half undressed for him.

“Keep undressing, baby. I want to see you.” He urges, leaning back a little to spread his legs.

“Aren’t you going to?”

“Eventually, I promise. I want you to show me your beautiful body first. Can you do that for me, baby?” He asks, trying his best to contain a groan. Seeing you so vulnerable and pouty is more attractive than he would have thought.

You nod, smiling as you watch his eyelids droop in pleasure, a low moan passing through his lips.

You slowly untie the drawstrings on your sweatpants, smirking as his eyes follow every movement of your hands.

Carefully, you trail your hands over your body on top of your bottoms, enjoying the needy whimper that leaves George’s mouth. You grab at your inner thighs, purposefully avoiding your sex, loving the way that George is squirming in his spot.

Smirking, you slip your hands under the waistband of your pants, finally pulling them off your legs.

“Fuck, darling.” George groans, head lolling backwards.

He can’t help the grunt that leaves his lips at the soft giggles rising from your chest. He’s trying his best to behave, but all he wants is to take control of you.

“Georgie, you’re not watching.” You giggle, teasingly pulling the straps of your bra down off your shoulders.

“You’re being a tease, darling.”

“I would never, Georgie.” You smirk, loving the way his eyes darken at the sight of your bra straps hanging around your arms.

“No one likes a liar, y/n. Behave, angel, or maybe I’ll just leave you to get yourself off in front of me. Won’t let you see me.”

You whine, thighs clenching together at his threat as a pout forms on your puffy lips. George had mentioned he was pretty dominate, but you never expected it to be so hot, nor could you ever truly picture it. 

“No. George, please don’t. I’m being a good girl. I promise.”

Whining at his dark chuckle, you watch as he situates himself a bit on the bed.

“Show me then. Show me how good you’re being.”

You nod, unclipping your bra and tossing it across the room. You grope at your breasts, a moan falling from your lips at the pure pleasure of it.

You hate to admit it, but from the moment george offered to try this, you had gotten extraordinarily aroused. You needed relief and you were finally getting some from your touch against your breasts.

“Such pretty tits, baby.” He praises, eyes glued to your chest and the way you wriggle under your own ministrations.

“Why don’t you take one of your hands, angel, and touch yourself through your panties? I bet your wet already, yeah?”

You whine, trailing your right hand down your body to the waistband of your panties, teasing it gently. You slide your pointer finger just under the band, enough to lift it from your skin and send shivers throughout your body, before you let it softly snap against your body.

“You like teasing yourself, darling?” George asks, restraining from touching you himself.

He just wants to see how wet you are. The idea of a wet spot growing on your panties while you rub yourself has him nearly wild.

You smirk, chewing on your bottom lip as you start to touch yourself, your fingers against your heat feeling amazing.

“Oh, George. Feels so good.” You moan, eyes shutting and head falling back against the pillows.

“I bet it does, darling. I bet you want to finger yourself right now, yeah?”

“Yes. Yes, George. I do.”

“Well wait a minute now, okay? You want to watch me undress, yeah?”

You nod lazily, trying your hardest to prop your head back up through your initial wave of pleasure.

He smiles, loving your blissed out face already as he lifts off his shirt. He smirks as he hears you hum in admiration.

Once off, he tosses it onto the floor and turns his attention back to you. He can’t help but chuckle as he watches your eyes trail over his torso. He knows he’s fit, having played quidditch for years, but having you admire his body has his ego rapidly inflating.

He carefully undoes the button on his jeans, slowly undoing the zipper and watching as you watch his every move.

He groans as he notices you slowly start rubbing your fingers over your pussy through your panties.

“So pretty for me, darling. Touching yourself while I undress. You’re so pretty, but you’re needy, yeah? Can’t even wait ‘til I’m out of my trousers.”

He smirks at the whine that leaves your lips, watching as your fingers slow down and you squeeze your legs together.

“M sorry, Georgie.”

“Don’t apologize, darling. I like how needy you are.” He smiles, watching you with pure adoration.

You blush at his words, unaware that he’s watching you intently as you watch his hands.

You whine as he slowly pulls off his pants, his boxers coming right along with them. You nearly drool as you watch his cock spring free from their constraints, and the groan that leaves George’s lips alongside it is pure heaven.

“Can you take off your panties, baby girl? Please?”

You nod, carefully hooking your fingers under the material on each of your hips, before swiftly sliding them down your legs, leaving you bare in front of your best friend.

“Godric you’re so pretty. Knew you would be, but bloody hell, darling.”

You blush, a whine slipping past your lips as he chuckles, grabbing the base of his cock.

“Fuck, baby. Show me how you make yourself feel good.”

You start at your chest again, softly groping each of your breasts and rolling your nipples between your fingers. You sigh gently at the feeling, registering George’s heavy panting across from you.

You carefully open your eyes to look at him, finding it difficult due to the pleasure coursing through your body.

You watch as he slowly strokes his cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit for a second or so whenever he reaches the top. Moaning softly at the sight, you slowly start trailing your hand down your body towards your sex.

Bucking against your hand as you reach your clit, you listen as George hisses, drawing your attention to him.

You watch as he grips his cock a bit tighter, his eyes closing gently in pleasure, falling backwards.

“You look so handsome, Georgie. Love when you throw your head back.” You giggle, loving the groan that leaves him and the small smile that forms on his face.

“You’ll be the death of me, y/n. The absolute death of me.” He smiles, watching as you blush and close your eyes gently while you play with your clit. This feels so much better than you could have imagined, your pussy already so wet and fluttering for george.

“Oh, George!” You gasp as you slip your middle finger past your folds, not thinking much about your actions anymore. whatever felt good is what you were doing.

“Ohhh, feels so good.” You mumble, starting to finger yourself as George watches intently, throat going dry. He wants nothing more than to take over for you, to finger you himself and to maybe get a taste. It’s taking everything in him to hold back, wanting to watch you pleasure yourself.

He watches as your fingers speed up, drawing you closer and closer to your release, moans and whimpers falling freely from your lips.

Before either of you truly realize it, you’re gasping as you come undone in front of him. You can feel your wetness seeping out of your cunt as the haze of pleasure slowly clears from your mind.

“That was so hot, baby.” George states, mouth softly closing as he watches you come to, his cock throbbing as he’s close to release himself just from watching you. 

“Oh, George. Y-you haven’t cum.” You pout, looking over his face as he scoffs.

“I don’t care, darling. Seeing you come undone was more than enough.”

“But-“

“C-can I touch you? I want to finger you, baby. Please?” He asks, cutting you off from whatever argument you were going to give.

“You want to finger me?” You ask, a little surprised at his bluntness.

George nods enthusiastically, practically drooling at the idea. He can just imagine how warm and soft you must feel.

“C-can I touch you?”

“Merlin, please. Yes, y/n. Please touch me.” He begs, finding it hard to wait for your answer.

“Okay then. Go ahead, Georgie.” You blush, biting on your bottom lip as he practically pounces on you, fingers quickly finding your folds and running through them.

You jolt at the sudden friction, your previous orgasm having left you more sensitive than you realized.

“Hold on, George.” You gasp, grabbing a hold of his wrist to stop his ministrations.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“Didn’t do anything wrong, baby boy, I’m just sensitive. Need you to give me a second.” You explain, trying to catch your breath.

He nods, breath catching in his throat at the pet name. He’s had women be more dominant with him, but none have ever called him that. He never realized just how nice it could sound, but he’s sure it only sounds so nice because you spoke it. Regardless, he wants to hear you say it again.

“Okay, Georgie. Start gentle, please.”

“Like this?” He asks, his fingers barely touching you as he circles your entrance, occasionally dancing up to play with your clit.

“Just like that. Feels so good, baby. You can add a little more pressure if you want.”

You gasp, nodding as he increases the pressure in which he touches you.

“So good, Georgie.” You sigh, slowly reaching out for his cock between the two of you.

“C-can you call me that again?” He asks a bit bashfully, shivering as you faintly circle his tip with your finger.

“Call you what?”

“B-aby boy.” He gasps, your hand grasping around him tighter.

“Oh? You like that name, do you? Like being called baby boy?” You giggle, stroking his cock slowly.

“Yes.” He groans, bucking into your hand.

“Alright, Georgie, baby. You’re doing so good, but you can speed up now if you’d like to baby boy.”

He nods, finally taking control of your pleasure now that he knows you’re okay. He sighs as he can smell, and practically taste you, wanting more than anything to do so.

You quicken your movements on his cock as you feel yourself clench around his fingers. You want, more than anything, to make sure he gets to cum this time around.

“So close, Georgie. I want you to cum with me, baby boy. You think you can do that?”

He nods, bucking once again into your hand as you swipe your thumb over his slit, spreading his pearly precum around.

You can feel him twitch as you smirk, moaning as he leans up to start kissing at your neck.

“George.” You whine, eyes closing at how amazing his lips feel on you.

“Yes, darling?” He smirks.

“Who’s the tease here, now?” You pant, squeezing at his cock as you stroke him, loving as he shivers in pleasure.

“I th-ink it’s still you, baby.” He smirks, nipping at your neck.

“If you’re going to kiss me, can it at least be my lips?” You pout, wanting to kiss him so bad. You’ve always wondered what his lips would feel like against yours.

He chuckles, leaning up a bit further to capture your lips with his, both of you moaning at the sensation.

You can feel him twitch against you as you clench around his fingers, both of you close, but you had a feeling George was closer.

Sighing into the kiss, you squeeze your hand around the base of his cock, gently tracing the outline of his balls as he jolts.

“Fuck!” He groans as he cums, spilling his warm seed onto your thigh as you clench around him again, so close to cumming a second time.

“I’m so close, Georgie. Don’t stop, baby, please.” You beg, still slowly stroking him to milk his release.

With his eyes shut tight, he curls the two fingers inside you, perfectly hitting where you needed him to to send you over the edge.

“Yes, George!” You gasp, coming undone on his fingers.

He groans, eye shooting open although they’re heavy with his own pleasure. There’s no way he’s going to miss watching you cum around his fingers.

“So...pretty. So pretty, angel.” He mumbles, completely blissed out from his own release and then watching yours.

He sighs as he gently removes his fingers from your sex, groaning as he stuffs them into his mouth.

You both lay there for a few minutes, him laying practically on top of you as you both regain your energy and catch your breaths.

He’s the first to look up at you, admiring the post-coital state you’re in - happily playing with his hair and thinking with a soft smile fixed on your lips.

“So? What did you think?” He murmurs, watching you for your reaction.

You smile as you look down at his face, taking in how tired he looks.

“It was amazing, George. Something I’d definitely be willing to do again.”

“Yeah? I’m glad. I’m thinking next time we go all the way? What do you think?”

“All the way?” You ask him, quirking a brow in amusement.

“After you taste me, we get to see how my dick feels inside you.”

“Oh, so you just want to fuck now, yeah?” You laugh, pausing your hand in his hair as he chuckles, burying his face into your neck in slight embarrassment.

“Well, I’d kind of like to take you out on a date and ask you out if that’d be okay?” he smiles, muffled by your neck as he presses hot kisses to the skin.

“Oh yeah?” You tease, smiling just as he nips at your neck, sending a shiver throughout your body.

“Definitely. Best friends is wonderful, but I think we both know we want more, yeah?” He smiles, watching as you chuckle, a small blush taking over your cheeks.

“Just took us messing around to actually admit it.” He adds.

“Admit what now, Georgie?”

“That I want to be with you, as your boyfriend and maybe more someday. That I love you and always have.” He smiles cheekily, leaning up to kiss you as you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“I love you.” You smile, absentmindedly picking up where you left off in playing with his hair.

You both lay in a comfortable silence for a minute or so, basking in each others love and body heat. You never expected your day to turn out like this, but you were glad it did. 

“Thank you for trying this with me, but I agree, next time we go all the way.” 

George chuckles at your words, a smile on his face as he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you in close to him for a short nap.

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Make This Feel Like Home

Matsukawa Issei x Fem!Reader

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Genre: Smut

Warnings: Fem!Reader, oral (fem receiving), phone sex, praise, use of "daddy" and "princess", and praise. Lmk if you want anything else tagged.

Word Count: 2.8k

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Issei excelled at many things in life, whether it be business or pleasure he gave it his all. Especially when it came to you. There wasn’t a part of you he didn’t give attention to whenever he was devoting his time to you, in fact, there was nothing he enjoyed more than pleasing you. Hearing your breathless moans, high-pitched whines, whimpers, and of course the glorious slew of curses you always spew right before you cum.

Plus, the taste, he can’t get enough of you. If you’d let him, he’d stay with his head between your thighs as he laps at your cunt. He sucks on your clit once, his tongue pressing against the sensitive nub as your eyes roll back and a choked moan escapes your throat. Your fingers tangle in his loose curls, pushing him impossibly closer as your thighs clamp around his head. You’re so close, his tongue ravishing you and making you lose yourself in him.

Then he moans…

You cum, your body shaking as he continues his relentless licking and sucking at your clit. You’re not sure how much time passes before your muscles are unclenching and you’re relaxed against the mattress. The wave of pleasure feeling like a haze heavy around you still.

Opening your eyes, you watch as he kisses your right thigh and then your left. Littering your skin with soft wet kisses up your body. Each once feels like fire against your skin, igniting your nerves and drawing all your attention to it. He’s meticulous, something you don’t know if you’re grateful for it or not.

Now, though, you’re grateful for it.

The comedown from this last orgasm is almost too much, without him touching you you’re sure you would fall apart. Each graze of his lips and light touch of his fingers down your arms makes you shiver and cling to him more. He makes it to your lips as his fingers intertwine in yours. He tastes like a hint of you still on his tongue as he slips it in your mouth.

“Baby,” he hums against your lips, “feeling okay?” He grazes your cheek with the back of his fingers, and you lean into the touch.

“So good,” you mumble, closing your eyes again as he cups your cheek.

“Good,” he kisses your lips again softly and lays on his back, pulling you onto his chest and holding you close. “Just want you to feel amazing, sweetheart.”

You smile and close your eyes, snuggling closer to him. “Always do with you,” you kiss his chest as his arm wraps around you.

He’s always so warm after, making it near impossible to keep the conversation going as he speaks. Only a few quiet hums and soft nods are all you can manage, but he doesn’t mind. He loves seeing you like this, all fucked out and clinging to him while he tries to make you laugh and feel safe and warm with him. Even after you’re long asleep, he keeps holding you and admiring how peaceful and happy you look snuggled up against him.

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It’s not that you can’t be alone, it’s just that you’d rather not be since moving in with Issei. You look forward to evenings spent together, even if you’re both off doing your own things and not exactly spending time together. It’s the mutual inhabitance that you love so much, and now as you watch him pack for his trip with his friends, you’re realizing you’re going to miss him much more than you expected.

You’re excited for him to visit Argentina with Takahiro and see Tooru after so long, but you can’t help but wish the next seven days away. He kisses your forehead every time he places an item in his suitcase in front of you, making you grin with each one.

“I’ll think about you all the time,” he assures, and you pull him down onto the bed with you. He laughs as he collapses on top of you, kissing your cheeks, moving down to your neck. He grinds his body against yours, his breath teasing your ear. “And I’ll miss doing this.”

His fingers slip under your pajama shorts and into your underwear, rubbing your clit slowly and carefully. You moan and arch your back, your body pressing against his more as your eyes roll back.

“Daddy, please,” you whine, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Use your words, princess, tell me what you need.” He pulls away, his fingers no longer touching your sensitive clit. “I won’t touch you anymore until you ask.”

“Make me cum, please daddy. I don’t care how… I just, I need it!” Your voice is high-pitched and whiny, but you don’t care. You’re desperate for him now more than ever.

“With my fingers, mouth, or are you feeling extra greedy and want my cock?”

It’s not like you’ve never heard him speak like this before, in fact, it’s commonplace for him, but something about it stirs you up inside and makes you warm from the inside out. You feel your cheeks warming and your stomach turning at the thought of any of the options, but you’re greedy.

Oh, so greedy.

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Thinking about him is enough to get you riled up, burning between your thighs as you work. You have to take a break just to go sit in your car and calm down to finish the remainder of your shift. It’s only been about four days since he left, making it just past the halfway mark but still seeming ages away before you will get to see him again. Thinking about him during your break only makes it worse.

Can we talk later tonight? I miss your voice.

You know he might not even be up for a few more hours, given the 12-hour time difference. It’s barely 4 in the morning there for him, so you’ll have to catch him later. Your plan to calm yourself down didn’t work; you soon realize as you walk back into work. Your body craves him intensely, way beyond any way you ever imagined it would.

Work drags on entirely too long, making stepping into your home so much better. You’ve already decided you’re not accomplishing any housework before you’ve spoken to your boyfriend tonight. It’s beyond a want at this point; you need to hear his voice tonight. Your phone buzzes just as you set it down on your bed while changing out of your work clothes.

I’m free for the next few hours. Call me whenever you can, sweetheart.

You hurry through taking a quick shower and changing into a big shirt of his. Tossing yourself onto your bed, you roll on your back as you put your phone to your ear. It rings twice before you finally hear the voice you’ve missed oh so much.

“Hi baby, how are you?” He sounds groggy, he must have just woken up.

“I miss you, so much,” you tell him.

He chuckles and you hear the faint sound of a yawn. “I miss you too, more than you know.”

You smile, “what are your plans for today? Anything fun going on all the way across the world?”

“Oh, you know, the usual. We’ll be meeting Tooru after his morning practice to head to the beach to relax as he calls it. Honestly, it’s more like playing beach volleyball and him yelling at us for being out of shape and practice like we don’t have day jobs now and aren’t Olympians.” His laughter makes you feel at ease, your heart swelling with love and longing for him.

“It’s so great hearing you’re having a great time.” You sigh, your core burning the more you hear him talk. “Even though I’ve been missing you, knowing you’re having a great time makes it easier.”

“I want to bring you here soon, show you all the beautiful beaches and really spoil you.” He lets out another long sigh, and you hear something else. The sound of something wet slapping, probably skin.

“Have you been jerking off the entire time we’ve been talking?” Your thighs burn with anticipation of his answer. It’s not that you didn’t think about starting to touch yourself the instant you got on the phone with him, you just have a little more self-control than he does.

“No,” he chuckles then lets out a long moan. “Only the last minute or so listening to your voice.”

You whine, your hand immediately going for the hem of his shirt, lifting it over your body and slipping your fingers into your panties. “Not fair,” you whimper as you circle two fingers around your clit.

“Baby,” his voice melts into a moan, making your thighs shake in response.

You close your eyes and imagine his weight on top of you while you listen to his voice through your phone. If you focus enough, you can almost forget he’s not actually there. “Talk to me, please. I can’t do this without you.”

“Are you touching yourself now, princess,” he asks. “Tell me what you’re doing so I can help you.”

“Mhmm, just rubbing my clit right now daddy,” you tell him as you continue, your back arching off the bed slightly. “Doesn’t feel as good as your fingers.” You wonder if the annoyance in your voice is clear through the phone, your pout obviously not.

“I know baby, but I know you can do it. Just close your eyes and think about my cock slowly rubbing up and down that pretty pussy, okay?” Another moan from him makes you clench around nothing.

“Daddy, I can’t,” you whimper as your slip a finger inside yourself, slowly pumping it in and out. “It’s not enough, I need you, need your cock.”

“My girl can do anything I tell her,” he tells you; his voice becoming more and more stern. “Add another finger,” he orders as if he could read your mind and tell what you’re doing.

You do as he asks, adding your middle finger and moaning softly. It’s not the same, his so much thicker and rougher. Nothing has ever felt the same since you let him touch you so often.

“Is that better, come on tell daddy.”

“Better,” you confirm, your voice whiny.

“Put the phone on speaker and lay it next to your ear, use your other hand to massage your tits, and tease your nipples like I do. Tell me how it feels,” he moans, and you hear the distant sounds of him jerking his cock again.

You lay your phone down, hitting the speaker button and lifting your shirt over your breasts. All the while, telling him as you do. His moans and praises become more forthcoming as you and Issei swap the details of the way you’re touching yourselves and what you want one another to do.

“Wanna cum, please daddy, cum with me, please” you beg through the phone.

“Cum princess, imagine creaming all over my cock,” he moans louder, his voice cracking as he tells you he’s cumming.

Clenching around your fingers, you cum. It’s not nearly as satisfying as it would be around his fingers and definitely his cock, but you enjoy it, nonetheless. You whine and whimper until the feeling oases and you’re left just to clean yourself up while he does the same across the world. Only a few more days, you tell yourself as you wash your hands.

Picking the phone back up, you speak. “Hey, are you back yet?”

“Sure am. I was obviously more prepared for this than you,” he jokes. His laugh warms your chest, making you miss him more.

“Shut up,” you giggle and walk slip on a pair of soft shorts. “I have to make dinner now. I keep making more than necessary. I don’t know how to cook for just one person anymore.”

He laughs and you do as well. “I’ll be home in just a few short days, and then you can cook for me to your heart's content.”

“Only if you promise to fuck me to your heart's content.”

“You got it.”

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Honestly, nothing could shock you at this point. Due to storms in Argentina and some bad weather home in Japan, Issei’s flight was delayed not just once; but twice. You’d originally planned on picking him up, but with the change in flights, there was no way you could. You had to go into work, there was no way of getting out of it. It kills you knowing he’s almost home now and will come home without a nice welcome, but there’s nothing you could do.

The walk home is normally not bad, but a street fair only slowed you down a bit. Really, how much time are you going to have to spend just trying to make it home to your boyfriend? The universe clearly thinks a week apart was clearly not enough. It’s like a twisted joke that’s being played on you. Perhaps even a punishment for missing him and being insatiable.

“Babe!” Issei’s voice greets you the second the door opens.

“God, I missed you!” You wrap your arms around him, and he holds you close.

“I missed you, gorgeous girl,” he kisses you softly. “I made dinner since you were working. Want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry for food,” you tell him, and he laughs.

“I have to keep up my end of the deal, don’t I?”

“You certainly took care of my end of it, so why don’t I take care of yours.” You whisper it in his ear, kissing his neck and down his shoulder.

Slipping your hands under his shirt, you pull it over his head and toss it to the side. He gasps as your tongue drags down his chest and stomach. You kiss the growing bulge in his pants, looking up through your lashes and settling comfortably on your knees.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he wraps his hand softly around your neck, never being too rough with you, as he guides you back to your feet. “I’m not spending a second of this time with you teasing me, bend over now.”

You smile and walk across the room to the arm of the couch, bending over and looking back at him. “Like this?”

“You have too much clothing on for my liking.” He tells you, his hands rubbing over your ass before he hooks his fingers in the waistband. “But I can always fix that.”

He practically tears them off you, the fabric slipping off of your legs quicker than you can process it before he’s teasing your entrance.

“This wet already? You must have really missed me.” He teases your puffy lips with the head of his cock before slipping just the head in. “Tell me, baby, how bad did you miss me?”

“Daddy, fuck” you whine as he thrusts into you quickly, breaking up your train of thought. “So much,” you whimper.

You’re not sure if it's that you missed him so much or you feel so full you just whimper it. He bites softly on your shoulder while he pulls you back flush against him while he slowly ruts inside of you. You spasm, your cunt clenching tight around his cock as you cum. You cry out, and he holds you tight, his fingers digging into your hip and throat.

“Already?” He chuckles, kissing your neck and shoulder as he relentlessly pounds into you. “You have such a long night ahead of you then, princess.”

He releases you and lowers you across the arm of the couch. You grip onto the arm holding tight as he fucks into you deeper. Your cries and moans drown out everything else, completely lost in the pleasure as he fucks you senseless. Right as you feel your second orgasm approaching, he pulls out of you.

“No,” you whimper weakly.

“Come on baby, I need to taste you,” he lifts you off the couch, pushing you towards the bedroom as your weak legs shake with each step.

He pushes you back onto the bed, bouncing once as you hit it. You giggle as he kisses your calves, moving up your legs and thighs. He’s incredibly meticulous, paying attention to every inch of you. His lips are warm and wet, making you squirm with each gentle touch.

“Please, you’re tormenting me,” you whine.

“Patience, baby.”

You only whine in response as his hands grip your thighs, his lips dangerously close to your cunt. You try wiggling closer to him, but he holds you tighter.

“I said be patient,” his tone much darker than before.

“Yes sir,” you give in, no longer trying too hard.

His tongue finally slides against your puffy lips, focusing on your clit as you grip his hair and tug. Your moans reach a more desperate and higher pitch as he continues. Issei excelled at many things in life, whether it be business or pleasure he gave it his all. Especially when it came to you.

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