#also? writing a summary for him without spoiling anything was... very hard

[xmalereader]

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Male Reader

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Authors Note: Back at it again with some more Simon shots! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), had to write this one because I can’t stop thinking about Simon being some rich guys bodyguard and perhaps a small hint of enemies to lovers-ish? Well, :/ you Can decided what you think!

Summary: Reader is the son of a very powerful man who is protective of their own son and hires a bodyguard to keep a close eye on him. Reader tends to drive his guards crazy due to his escaping and hiding but this new guard can’t be outsmarted.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, auctions, language, ghost is soft, mention of sex, devious reader, ghost is done, artist, art work, past memories, childhood.

Word count: 4.3

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He didn’t need a bodyguard, he was the son of one of the most dangerous leaders ever who knew how to defend himself, but his father thought otherwise. Thinking that he wasn’t strong enough or needed extra protection from someone else. His own father had hired a bodyguard behind his back when he returned back from Germany, scolding the old man and arguing that he didn’t need someone to watch him twenty four seven.

He was capable of taking care of himself but, due to his fathers work getting dangerous he was becoming a main target for his enemies and needed a bodyguard at all times. He had refused to meet his new bodyguard, escaping the hands of his father and finding places to stay hidden and away from his fathers men. He kept a low profile whenever he was out in public, hiding away the fashionable clothes and dressing casual. The clothes he was given weren't comfortable and preferred to wear something warm and to his liking. With winter approaching he didn’t want to wear anything too revealing or something that’ll keep him cold for the whole day. When his father told him about his new bodyguard he’d ran away, jumping out of his bedroom window and escaping the place, not wanting to deal with his fathers business again as he runs into town to hide from said, bodyguard. He knows it’s immature to run away like a school teenager who just threw a tantrum at their parents, he didn’t act spoiled nor did he care about money. All he wanted was privacy and his own freedom from his fathers grip, far away from everything.

He thought he got that freedom when he ran into town, keeping his identity hidden from everyone only to slam face first into his new bodyguard. He didn’t think that he’d be found so quickly, impressed but also upset at the fact that he was not smart enough to hide or runaway. When he first met his bodyguard it was in the streets of Camden, his father was doing business near the area and lived close by, giving himself the chance to escape before he got to meet his new guard who found him shortly in less than ten minutes, not giving him time to hide or to stay away from such dangerous streets. His new guard had snatched him from the streets, hand gripping him by the collar as he glared down at him.

“Your father mentioned that you would hard to find, but the challenge was too easy.” He hears the man’s gruff voice, earning a harsh glare from the other. His guard had let go of him when he pulled away, fixing his jacket as he grumbled. “Can’t have five minutes of privacy without someone getting in the way.” He hissed at the guard who only stared at him through his mask.

“Your fathers orders.”

“Yeah? Well guess what, you can ignore his orders and go along with your day. I don’t need a guard and can take care of myself.” Said Y/n.

“No can do.”

Y/n groans at the man’s words, rolling his eyes as he huffs out some air, glancing over at his new guard who stood taller than him. A skull mask covering his face, giving him access to seeing his eyes only. He wore dark clothing that kept him hidden in the dark and nothing that’ll expose his position as a guard. “Do you have a name?” He suddenly asks the guard, eyeing him up and down.

“They call me Ghost.”

“Ghost?” Y/n scoffs, shaking his head. “Okay, ghost—imma get going.”

“Can let you do that.” Ghost sidesteps, refusing to let him escape from his grip again. “Your fathers orders were to keep you safe and out of Camden town, it’s far too dangerous for someone like you.”

“Not my fault he decided to stay in this god forsaken town.” Y/n murmured as he tries to go around ghost but is stopped by the larger man wrapping his hand around his wrist. “Whenever you go I go.”

Y/n sighs deeply. “Fine.” He admits defeat as ghost lets go of his wrist and allowed him to continue forward. He gives himself the chance to head back home, fuming in anger as his new bodyguard followed him all the way back, standing a few inches apart but still close enough to get a hold of him if he were to run away and disappear from his sight. When they arrived at the large mansion he’s quick to rush inside, slamming doors open. He didn’t care if he was interrupting an important meeting or embarrassing his father, the old man deserved it.

When he slams the door open to his fathers office the old man sitting behind the desk isn’t phased by his actions, focused on his paperwork before glancing up with a grin. “I see you found him—told you that he’s a slippery one.” His statement is directed to ghost who stood behind him.

Y/n frowns deeply, turning to face his father. “I don’t need a bodyguard, I am capable of taking care of myself and deserve some privacy without having some—“ he waves his hand. “Some dog chasing me everywhere I go!” He exclaims angrily while his father continued on with his work. After signing one last document he sets his ink pen down, eyes moving from the documents to his son. “You’ve gone through five bodyguards on the last year, not one was able to keep track of you until now. I only Want you safe and aqua from enemies.”

“I know when an enemy is near!”

His father raises a brow. “Even the one who had you bent over a table?”

Y/n’s breath hitched, an embarrassed smile on his lips. “I’m my defense I didn’t know he was the son of Ethan and I apologize for when you walked in on us…” he murmurs the last part shyly. His father wasn’t one to care if he slept with a man or a women, he simply cared that he was with someone he could trust rather than someone who’d try to kill or use him.

“That doesn’t matter—!” Y/n exclaimed. “What matters is that I don’t need a body guard. I can handle myself.” He repeats himself one last time but his father only ignored his words. “He will remain by your side whether you like it or not and that is final.” His father stands from his seat, rounding the table and step in front of his son. He placed his hands on his shoulders and sighs deeply. “I have business in Mexico—you are to remain here in London while I get things done.”

Y/n frowns, looking away from his father as the older man gently lets him go. “It’s for your own safety.” He hears him whisper out before walking off with his own guards behind him. His father was a dangerous man but he wasn’t a monster, he didn’t kill for pleasure or do terrible things towards innocent people. His father cared about his own son and would do anything to keep him safe—after losing his wife and Y/n’s mother the two were all they had and his father couldn’t lose his only family left.

Y/n watched as his father leaves the room, leaving him alone with Ghost. The man was stoic and silent, never showing any hints of expression. He remained to himself from what Y/n learned just by observing him. The two remain in the silent room, breathing softly as he exhaled through his nose, keeping himself composed from wanting to lash out on his father for providing such unnecessary guard. When he collects himself he walks out of the room, pushing the door open as ghost follows behind him and around the house.

“You don’t have to follow me exactly everywhere I go.” Y/n grumbled out, looking over his shoulder to see ghost standing a few feet away. “Fathers orders.” Is all he says.

“I know.” Y/n rubs his temples, heading up to the stairs to his bedroom. “Let me get changed, I’ll be out quickly.” He tries to close the door quickly but ghost slams his hand against the door, shoving it open as he steps inside. “Not on my watch, your slippery and I ain’t letting it happen again.”

“So you want to watch me change?” Y/n suggests with a raised brow.

“I ain’t risking it.”

Y/n sighs. “Do what you want.” He walks around his own bedroom, collecting the discarded clothes and books that he had lying around. He wasn’t a very decent person when it comes to personal rooms, he kept things the way that made him feel comfortable or easy access in case he needed anything last minute. He hardly cleaned his own room and whenever the house maids tried to clean he’d panic by the sudden change in his room. It didn’t feel right nor did he feel safe. His bedroom was his security blanket and if anything is moved or changed without his notice he will panic.

“Didn’t think that someone like you would be so disorganized.” Said Ghost, his eyes following the young man that ran around his room like a frantic animal in panic. “Yeah—well, I like it this way. It keeps me from misplacing anything that doesn’t belong where it goes.” He explains. “Besides, I do clean—just…not today as you can see.” He kicks a specific book under his bed which doesn’t go unnoticed by ghost.

“Before you arrived I wasn’t just running away from my fathers responsibilities, I was heading to an auction. They host one every year and sell artifacts along with paintings and every year I go to try and find a specific painting but they never have it until now and I need to be there.” He explains to ghost, tucking away his things in different areas of his room. Finally showing some tidiness.

“It’s not safe.”

“Nowhere I go is safe! I live in a fucking cage with no exit.” Y/n lets his anger take over, shouting at ghost. “I can’t go anywhere without anyone watching me and I can’t leave without anyone knowing where I’ll be! This auction is important to me and I need to go—weather you let me or not I am going because I am not missing my chance.” Y/n had moved around his room frantically, leaving the balcony door open and giving him a quick exit to escape.

“Again, I am going.” He slips the backpack that he was preparing over his shoulder. “I already said that you can’t, kid.”

Y/n gives Ghost a sly grin. “I know.” With that he runs towards the balcony, jumping off as ghost cursed and ran after him. Y/n had jumped off the balcony many times and knew his way around, landing on a tree branch and jumping off to land onto the grass. Once he’s safe he looks up to ghost and smirks before running towards his own way out without being detected from the other guards that surrounded the mansion. He’s gone through the same route many times and his father still couldn’t figure out how he’s able to escape each time.

Slipping away from the guards and over the gates he’s able to sneak back into town. He is quick to put his hoodie on as he makes his way around, blending in with the crowds and keeping an eye out for his guard but also keeping an eye out for a specific address that he is to head too. He’s been there many times and should already have the address memorized but he can’t help but rethink the location and making sure that it’s the right place, he couldn’t miss this auction. What he needed to purchase was far too special and important to him that he’d spend every penny getting it back in his hands.

It takes him a few minutes to find the hidden auction. He takes notice of couples and other rich folk, dressed up in properly for the auction as they entered the building whilst murmuring amongst themselves. Y/n steps forward to get inside the building but is yanked back, someone gripping his backpack as he’s shoved away from the crowd and into an alleyway.

He’s pinned against the brick wall, coming face to face with ghost. An angry look in his eyes as he holds him against the wall. “Slippery but easy to find.”

“How did you—?”

Ghost holds up a tracker in hand, showing him his location. Y/n gaps at Ghost, “you—you bugged me?!” He whispers harshly in realization. “Not hard when your not paying attention.” Ghost slips the device into his pocket as Y/n pats his own self down, trying to find the tracker that was place on him. “That’s cheating.” He huffs out, leaning his head against the wall.

“Time to go, kid.”

“Wait, wait! Please let me do this! It’s urgent and I need to be inside it’ll be fast. Just one quick bid and then I’ll be out.” He pleads, clasping his hands together in a prayer, begging to be allowed to head inside. Ghost stares at him, glancing over to the entrance of the auction as he sighs deeply, knowing that he’d regret his decision later. “Fine—“

“Yes!” Y/n jumps in excitement.

“Hold on now.” Ghost grips him by the collar and pressed him up against the wall again. “A few rules.” His voice is gruff and stern. “You stay near exits, if anything looks suspicious or out of the ordinary you leave.”

Y/n nods in understanding.

“You wear this at all times so that I can hear you.” Ghost hands Y/n an earpiece that connects to his radio. “Use it in case anything happens and you must keep it on, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Y/n nods firmly but deep down inside he was bubbling with excitement, vibrating and anxious to get inside. Ghost can read him like an open book, still not knowing why he wanted to go to some snobby auction filled with rich people who only cared about themselves. “I’ll be watching.” Ghost lets him be aware, but Y/n wasn’t paying attention, slipping the ear piece in as he nods. “Yeah, got it—thank you!” He rushed out of the alleyway and towards the building across from them.

Ghost sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose before getting to work. He’s quick to climb the roof and get a good view of the building across the street. The building had a skylight, big enough to see the inside as ghost slips out some binocs and uses then to keep a close eye. He doesn’t spot Y/n until a few minutes later, his hair is done properly and is wearing a nice suit that helped him blend in with the others. He must’ve brought his own change of clothes in order to fit in with the rest of the people.

Y/n didn’t interact with anyone and kept to himself, remaining away from anyone staring as he makes his way towards the front of the room where chairs lined up in various rows as they prepared for the auction. Ghost watched as everyone takes their seats and wait for the first item of tonight’s auction to be revealed to the public. Ghost is able to hear everything as they announce each item; a few jewels coming from the seventeenth century from a royal family, a few artifacts that were found in Egypt and related to ancient pharaohs. Ghost expect Y/n to bid for some of those items but was surprised when he didn’t.

Y/n didn’t bat an eye at the jewels or relics, leg bouncing anxiously as he continued to wait with crossed arms over his chest. The auction has gone on for almost an hour and ghost was losing his patients, perhaps y/n had lied to him and was waiting for the right time to escape him again. Before he can call it and burst inside the building and drag him back home he hears the auctioneers voice cut into the com.

“Next we have a special piece of art work by none other than Mademoiselle Marionnette.”

Ghost looks over to the skylight to see Y/n airing up straight, a determined look on his face as he stares at the painting presented to the group of people. Many murmured and whispered amongst each other on how much they are to bid on the piece of art work.

“Let’s start the bidding at five thousand.”

All of sudden everyone started bidding, the number increased as each hand went up. Y/n continued to raise his, frowning at a few couples that tried to outbid him but he kept going, offering more and more as the counting continued. It wasn’t until the bid was nearing fifty thousand that people began to give up, only a few continued onward.

Ghost keeps listening as Y/n cursed under his breath, hearing the numbers increase. He didn’t care how much he paid or made his father pay but he was going to get that painting one way or another. As the crowd began to pull away it was only two bidders left, leaving Y/n and a strange elderly women on their own as they raise their hand. “Eighty?” His hand goes up. “I see ninety.” The elderly women sits up straight with a calm look on her face as she nods at the bidder. “I hear a hundred.”

Y/n glanced at the elderly women as she grins mischievously towards him. He takes that as a challenge and stands from his seat. “One million!” He shouts, earring the crowds wide eyes and soft gasps. He smirks towards the women who glared at him, looking away with a huff as she gives up on the bidding. Y/n smiles widely at his new purchase.

“One million for a painting?”

Y/n is startled by the voice in his ear, tense shoulders relaxing when he remembers that ghost was nearby. “It’s special.” He simply responds back to ghost, watching as the bidder dismisses the auction for the night and allowing those who purchased their items to go towards the back of the room. As Y/n stands to make his way over he hears Ghost speak up. “I’ll loose visual on you when you enter the room, if anything happens—“

“I know, I’ll let you know.” Y/n sighs to himself, making his way to the back where he sees a few people collecting their winnings, providing the money to the proper people as guards stood around the room, protecting the items in case anything is to be stolen. Y/n spots his painting, approaching it quickly as he stands in front of it, smiling softly to himself. He’s quick to pay for the portrait, taking the painting with him and trying to exit the building without chasing any trouble.

When he steps outside he lets out a deep breath in relief, holding the painting in his two hands as he steps out into the open road where he finds ghost leaving again a car, waiting for him patiently. “You do know I live close by?”

“Do you want someone to steal your million dollar painting?”

Y/n nods. “You’ve got a point.” He approached the Vehicle as Ghost opens the door for him and lets him get into the back, closing the door on him and rounding the car to get to the drivers seat. Y/n sets the portrait in front of him, smiling again as he takes in the details and features of the young women in front of him, his fingers trace over the rough patches of the painting, taking in the women who sat in a field full of flowers with a smile on her face as the wind blew into her hair. The silent ride back home ended in less than a few minutes, arriving to the front gates as Y/n tucks the painting to the side, glancing outside to see no sight of his fathers car and men.

He sighs in relief that once Ghost stops the car he’s quick to jump out with painting in his arms as he ran inside the large house, rubbing up the stairs and to his room where he slams the door open and sets the painting inside his closet. When ghost climbs the stairs and stands outside Y/n’s bedroom door he watched him searching his own bedroom for any signs of his father a stepping inside.

“What’s so special about the painting?” Ghost suddenly asks, curious.

Y/n glanced at ghost, making his way around him to close his bedroom door and locking it before heading to his closet and digging the painting out, displaying it against the wall as he steps back to examine the painting again.

Ghost takes a few steps forward, standing shoulder to shoulder as he eyes the painting. “Who is she?”

Y/n smiles softly. “My mother.” He mumbled out. “After my mother passed away, my father burned and gave everything that belonged or reminded her away. He didn’t want a trace of her in the house—afraid that he’d continue grieving or that he won’t be able to get over her death.” He explains while Ghost glanced at him, taking in his expression on how softly he was staring at the portrait. “This was back in Switzerland—“ he points to the background of the painting. “I was fifteen when we visited, she was healthy and strong and full of life. When my father was too busy with work it was I who spent time with her. I was there when she would say some dumb joke or when she’d punch a guy in the nose when we entered a pub because we just needed to use the restroom and some guy thought it would be funny to slap her bottom—which resulted in her punching him.” He chuckles at the memory of his mothers rage, letting it out on the man who touched her.

“It was our last day there and she took me to this nice view to have a nice picnic. I asked her if we could paint together and she urged me to paint her.”

Ghost turns to the painting, pointing at it. “You painted this?”

Y/n nods. “Yep, drew it and painted the damn thing.” He chuckles. “My mother really loved my work and I kept it for as long as I can remember…until her death, my father started to throw stuff out and sold this piece—claiming that it was my mother who painted it when it was really me who did that.” He remembers that day clearly, his father upset after his wife’s death as he cleared out her things, leaving no trace of her living with them.

Y/n never had a chance to keep something that belonged to her and perhaps provided him a memory or something that was apart of her. His father always found ways to get rid of her things and he wasn’t going to allow him to do the same to this painting. Y/n gives ghost a nudge in the shoulder. “Do you have a knife?”

“Yes.“

“Can I borrow it?”

Ghost gives him a questioning look, not trusting him. Y/n rolls his eyes, “I can handle a simple knife.” He snatched the blade from Ghosts vest, grumbling annoyingly as he sets the painting down on the floor, kneeling down to cut the portrait out of the frame. He’s careful enough to not ruin anything as he cuts around inside the border. When he finishes he sets the blade down and gentle removes the canvas from the frame, holding it up to get a good view of the painting.

Ghost takes the time to really examine the painting. He wasn’t an expert at art but he admired the man’s work, watching him role up the painting and stepping around his room as he takes a chair and placed it in the middle. “Can you hold this down?” He asks, tapping on the chair as ghost sighs deeply and holds the chair steady, watching him step onto the chair and standing on his toes to remove a fake part of the wall, revealing a secret empty hole as he placed the rolled up painting inside and closing up the small space. He sighs in relief, knowing that the painting was in a safe place.

He’s careful when climbing off the chair, ghosts hand against his back, cautious if he is to slip and fall. “Does your father know about that little secret of yours?” Ghost nods upwards to the hidden compartment that Y/n had in his own bedroom. “No—are you going to tell him?” Y/n questions with a small frown on his lips while Ghost looks into his eyes, sighing to himself as he shakes his own head. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Y/n gives a faint smile. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “You know, as annoying as I can be your not that bad. Perhaps I’ll let you stay around, unless you really get me upset then I won’t hesitate to make your life a living hell.” He jabs a finger to ghost who chuckled at his words, surprising the other when he hears the soft sound. “Trust me, you already made my life a living hell. I’ll get used to it.”

He chuckles too, smiling widely at his new bodyguard and perhaps his first favorite too. “We’ll get along just fine.”

[minniedaisies]

got the music in you baby

— request: by @inbangtanwetrustsstuff who asked for a one shot of poly ot7 or headcanons of what it'd be like dating ot7.

summary: headcanons of what it would be like dating ot7

— pairing: bts x reader 

— genre: headcanons, fluff

— warnings: none

— author's note: i'm sorry this took me so long to get around to, but i am so thankful you sent this request because it's bringing me back to writing. if anyone has any requests they too would like from me, please don't hesitate to ask :)

—SEOKJIN

-ˋˏ ღ - Jin is absolutely smitten with your smile, in love with your laugh.  He’ll do anything and everything to make you smile, to make you laugh.  He’s not afraid of making a fool of himself it means that you and your boyfriends are smiling and giggling.  His love language is laughter, and it comes in spades with Kim Seokjin.  But there is a side to Jin only his loves get to see, the softer, quieter side.  The side that is sometimes shy, sometimes self-conscious.  The side that knows when you need to be made to laugh, and when you just need to be quietly held.  He reads each of you like the back of his hand, and knows exactly how to care foe each of you in the way you need in any situation.  Some days that means pulling funny faces at the dinner table to make you nearly choke on your laughter after a hard day at work.  Some days that means coming into your room at night and pulling you into his arms, holding you as you fall asleep and pressing gentle kisses of promises of better days tomorrow against your skin.  He knows what each of you need without even having to be told, and while the laughter is fun, the moments you hold closest are the ones where you’re sharing a bed, bathed in the moonlight together, as he promises you a fresh start come tomorrow, a start that begins with kisses and sunshine and chocolate chip pancakes.  

—YOONGI

-ˋˏ ღ - Yoongi’s affection and love is like a softly creeping thing, unexpected and startling once it closes in on you out of the blue.  While Hobi is all big hugs and kisses peppered onto cheeks and eyelashes and an affection that is loud, loud, loud, Yoongi is the firm hand that squeezes your shoulder as he passes you sitting at the kitchen table, pouring over your university assignments, as he heads to grab a snack.  It’s him coming into your room in the middle of the night when it’s storming, just to sit with you and draw shapes across your back in the moonlight just because he knows you still get frightened of the thunder.  It’s him going quiet, in his own head sometimes too often for his own good, but will still meet your eye across the dinner table and stick his tongue out at you to make you giggle.  He’s the one you know you can go to with anything, the one who will be brutally honest with you; and who, on your bad days, will take your hand in his and say, “Give ‘em hell, darling.”  He knows what it means when you go quiet, and will come and sit by you in the stillness and wait for the storm clouds to pass overhead.  He’ll hold your hand in the rain, give you his jacket, because he knows what it is to get wet from the storm; and when the clouds clear and the sunshines again, he’ll be there to hold your hand through that too; with a smile and a playful word. 

—HOSEOK

-ˋˏ ღ - Hobi’s affection is almost as loud as his laughter.  Everything about Hobi is loud and big and calls attention to itself.  With Hobi, he treats every person he loves as if they are the most precious and treasured thing in the entire world; and you and your boyfriends are seven of the most precious things to him.  He’s always there to pull you into a hug, to grab you and tug you down onto his lap to be held and cuddled and kissed.  When he holds you in his arms, he’s always pressing kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, the back of your head.  Hobi lives for kisses and loves to dole them out to each of you.  You’re kept very well-spoiled in his affection and love.  He also lives for random surprises, coming to visit you with your favorite snacks or an iced coffee between classes, just to make you smile.  It’s not unusual for him to pick you up after your final class with a coffee and your favorite pastry.  His love language is affection, but also sharing his passion.  It’s not unusual for him to grab your hand and pull you into an impromptu dance session in the middle of the kitchen, the living room, the sidewalk.  You’ll be left giggling and breathless when suddenly he’ll dip you and kiss you, and you realize you didn’t even know the meaning of ‘breathless’ until then.

—NAMJOON

-ˋˏ ღ - Namjoon is the night owl; each of your boyfriends is to an extent, but with Namjoon, he adores the night.  It’s the time when everything just goes still, including the thoughts in his head that you know can get a bit loud at times.  One of your favorite things in the world is when he’ll wake you up in the middle of the night to come join him on a sporadic moonlit bike rides along the river.  The fact that he lets you in on these quiet moments, you treasure them deeply.  And when he’s gotten a little too far buried in his own head, stressed about a new album, a new song, a hook he just can’t quite get right, you come to him and press a kiss between his shoulders and ask that he join you for a walk.  Holding his hand, you stroll under the silver moon; and lifting his wrist to your lips, you press a kiss there; a promise that it’s going to be okay.  Aside from moonlight, and night walks, Namjoon also adores getting lost in a book, and it’s become your new favorite thing to devour whatever he’s read recently.  Upon realizing this, he’s started leaving notes in the margins for you; notes for Yoongi in red, notes for you in green.  He underlines the phrases he knows will touch you, and writes you little annotations with arrows and symbols.  You treasure each book he gives to you, a peak into the beautiful and sometimes dark, but always hopeful, pieces of him.

—JIMIN

-ˋˏ ღ - Jimin is a menace.  He flirts and flounces and flusters like no one else.  He lives to tease and be teased in return and you always find yourself hiding a giggle behind a hand when Jungkook swats him for it.  But beyond the flirting, beyond the playful games he plays, Jimin adores to be loved and to give love.  He becomes radiant with it when shown affection and tenderness.  He blushes furiously when you kiss his cheek or when Yoongi pulls him onto his lap for movie night; and he has to bite his lip to hide the smile that cracks through his face when Hobi calls him his, “Beautiful Boy.”  He’s also the most playful of you all, and it’s not unusual to see him wrestle Jungkook or chase Taehyung around for a water fight in the yard.  The group chat is completely spammed with “It you” messages directed at Yoongi.  Jimin was made to love and made to share love.  Sometimes it overwhelms you how deep his hear goes, how endless and infinite his unfettered love is.  You’ve never felt loved as deeply as the love that comes from Park Jimin.  Being loved by Jimin is one of the most greatest gifts you could ever experience, and you’re so thankful every day that you get to receive that love every single day. 

—TAEHYUNG

-ˋˏ ღ - Taehyung loves to come into your room and starfish himself across your body when you’re in bed; it’s as though no matter how close he is to you, it can never be enough.  He loves to press himself against your back, your side, hold you in his arms, and to be held in yours.  A, “Cuddle Puppy” is what Jimin affectionately has dubbed him, and you can think of no better term.  Tae adores cuddles, and is always wrapping himself around you, holding you as if he were a blanket keeping you safe and warm, as he presses kisses to your skin.  Some nights, that’s all he needs; to just lay down on top of you, staring down at you with such intensity that it’s hard not to look away as his eyes scan across your face, as if he’s trying to memorize every freckle and detail.  The gold pendant or chain of his necklace brushes your nose, your lips, as he stares at you, eyes filled with adoration, with worship.  His intensity is overwhelming and sometimes it’s hard to know what to do with that, so you hook your finger in the chain of his necklace and pull him down for a kiss.  Serves him right to be made the breathless one for a change.

—JUNGKOOK

-ˋˏ ღ - Jungkook is a baby deer in almost every aspect.  His big doe-eyes are always watching you as if you’re this precious thing that he’s scared too hold too tightly to or else you’ll grow skittish and run.  He’s got nothing to worry about though, you’re completely wrapped around his little finger and you are absolutely besotted with him.  Jungkook is the type to need assurance, to be reminded; so you take it upon yourself to show him every day just how much he means to you, and how much you adore him.  You love all your boyfriends so deeply, but there’s an extra little soft spot for him, who is the baby of you all.  It goes unspoken, but Jungkook is everyone’s “Little Love” and it’s not unusual for you all to argue over who gets to cuddle him on movie nights.  Usually he winds up in Jin’s lap, or Namjoon’s.  Jin who brushes his hair off his neck to kiss him there and make him squirm.  Namjoon who spends more of the movie than not, tickling him just to make those bunny teeth appear and hear that bubbly giggle of his.  But while he is the baby of you all, his heart contains such a profound and mature love.  He’s written so many love songs for you that take your breath away.  It’s not always easy for him to say what he feels in words, but putting a pen to paper, that’s when it comes easiest.  He’s given you entire notebooks of love songs and love poems, each so beautiful that they make your heart catch in your throat.  And at night, when you hold him in your arms and press kisses to each of his freckles, you hope he knows that your love for him is as vast as the galaxies in his eyes.

[allbark-no-bite]

On His Knees || Elvis Presley x reader

summary: forget your pastor boyfriend, Elvis Presley is the only man who can make you believe in a god

warnings: 18+ smut

word count: at least 1k. I usually write on wattpad but it crashed so idk

authors note: y’all this gif makes me absolutely feral. I’ve only just just watched the Elvis movie so please, if you consider something to be “inaccurate” it’s not my fault nor intention, I literally pulled this fic out of nowhere. it’s not meant to be based off of anything anyhow. also, this was my first time actually trying to write good smut so bear with me

Other people are not medicine, but that boy from Memphis was my opium, my crack cocaine, my Saturday night high.

Now, I was raised a good Christian girl and had never touched anything stronger than a shot of whiskey in my life. My daddy saw to it that I saw the inside of a church every Sunday, and I was even marrying the preacher's son soon as he bought a house. But I'd never known religion until the King of rock 'n' roll got onto his knees for me and kissed a prayer to the flesh of my thigh.

He was fresh out of Germany when we met. His first appearance in the states in over two years. Much to the nation's surprise, the army hadn't changed him a bit. If anything at all, it had made him into a fine young man with ramrod straight posture and a frequent habit of saying "yes suh" in that throaty southern drawl.

And so one Sunday afternoon, at a chapel in my hometown, Elvis Presley was planting himself back down again into the world of music. He claimed he had wanted to return to start his career out ‘the right way’, in the same place where that gospel music had begun coursing through his blood all those years ago.

Truth be told, I hadn't even known he was there, hadn't even realized that we'd already crossed paths until we stumbled across each other at the bar that night, him laughing at me, faking a laugh over some stupid joke my boyfriend had made.

His laugh came boyish and rumbling from beside me; he had caught me in the act, the forced smile dropping off of my face as soon as my boyfriend turned away. Alarmed and unaware of my admirer, my eyes shoot towards him, his body leant against the side of the bar. His mouth tilts into an amused smirk, and he just shakes his head, turning back to face the bar.

Glancing back at my boyfriend once more, who is still turned away chatting, I slip away from his side and make my way over to the other end of the bar.

I am greeted again by careful and twinkling blue eyes, a stark contrast to the flawlessly styled, oil black hair that is disrupted by a singular coil, which hangs over his forehead. A strong jaw line accentuates his perfectly shaped face. His high cheek bones are softened by his full, almost baby faced, cheeks. He was pretty to the point of being girlish, the hard edges of his masculinity softened by an air of femininity.

A dixie boy at his finest.

"My daddy says a rich man's jokes are always funny," I explain wryly.

He looks up at me from where he's sat on the barstool, his mouth half agape in a smile, a tease of prefect pearly white teeth revealed behind the lift of his lip.

"That so?"

I lift an eyebrow and relax against the bar beside him, looking back over my shoulder. Andy, my boyfriend of two years, is utterly unaware of my disappearance. His daddy was the preacher at my family's church (the church we had been in this very afternoon), and thus my daddy, a devote Christian, saw to it that we were destined to be together.

I didn't mind him at first; sure, he was a nice boy, save for his pretentious attitude. Just because he was raised in his house and following in his daddy's footsteps, I was certain Andy thought he was God sometimes. We had grown a part, but with no reason to spoil the match our parents had made, at least not without causing a ruckus as my mother would say, I turned a blind eye to my misgivings.

"You tell me, Mr. Presley."

There was no need for him to introduce himself.

"I'd say I hope his jokes are better than his sermons but from the looks of it you were fallin' asleep then too." The teasing smile on his lips tells me he saw me struggling not to nod off in the pew.

"You think you could do better then?” I kinda of laugh it off, a rhetorical question in an attempt to make small talk.

His cheeks flush faintly, and the heel of his shiny shoes quivers, but he nods softly.

"Yuh, ma'am. I think I could."

I nearly choke on the air I breathe in. Immediately, I begin to sputter an apology, an excuse, obviously not having meant to be so forward.

“Wha— I—“

“C'mon, baby. We're goin' home," a voice interrupts, Andy, beckoning to me. From behind the lenses of his rounded glasses, his whiskey blurred eyes hardly even register the man sitting beside me. Thankfully, he seems to either have missed or been too drunk to have overheard our conversation. He just nods politely at Elvis and tugs on my elbow before turning away.

I turn my face away from him, partially to hide the startled redness of my face and partially to avoid him all together. He smells like whiskey and arrogance.

Elvis, hardly deterred by the intervention of my boyfriend, just nods along back politely, his bottom lip trapped coyly between his teeth. Acting as if he hadn’t just hit on me with my boyfriend inches away. His less than innocent blue eyes remain fixated on me, hardly giving Andy a second glance.

Suddenly, I'm reluctant to go. Reluctant to go back to the future that had been mapped out for me since I was a child, not yet even old enough to understand what it meant to love. I’d been raised on a pretense of love that involved unyielding obedience on my part and the toxic habits of a man playing God in his own house.

Possessed by a sudden onrush of boldness and disdain for my miserable future, my feet remain bolted to the ground, and I watch my oblivious boyfriend leave the bar without me.

Rising up from the stool, Elvis slowly sidles—saunters—over to plant himself in front of me. Now that he's standing, he towers over my much smaller frame. My chin tips back slightly to meet his commanding gaze. The roles of confidence have been reversed, and suddenly I feel like a child despite my likely two years on him.

"Look at you, mama. Needy for some attention,” he tsks. His voice is dark, sultry, honey thick.

I feel my heart stall in my chest. I breathe a quivering exhale though my nose. 

Please. Please, please, some voice in my head pleads. 

Another part of me immediately scoffs. Please what? You’re dating the pastor’s son.

But I knew the corruption that went on behind closed doors. While I was a virgin and had yet to have been tainted at the hands of a man, I knew the many beds my boyfriend had lain in.

Please, ruin me.

Elvis brings his hand up to touch my cheek, his fingers dragging along the underside of my jaw until my head is tipped completely back, my throat yielding to the expanse of his calloused palm. His hand lays heavy on my throat. He's so close yet so far. So close that I can feel his hot breath on my face, see the dark tint of eyeliner surrounding those doe shaped eyes of his. So far that my body aches for him to touch me.

“What do you want, hmm?”

Anything. Anything that you’ll give me.

Without waiting for an answer, he kisses me against that bar top as though he had intentions to savor every breath and pant that came out of my mouth as his own. It starts out reserved, not hesitant, but demanding at the same time. As he gains confidence, a hand presses to the small of my back, pulling me into his body.

His lips are soft, consuming as he forms his mouth to my own. It’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had.

I follow his every movement, pliantly shuffling along as he toddles us backwards, all while remaining entrapped in his arms. His hand moves momentarily from my back, and I hear him push open the back door to the bar. The cool air of the night gushes around us, but I hardly feel it.

Elvis doesn’t stop kissing me until he has me pinned against the side of his pink Cadillac, and only then does he pull away. He grins at me, all boyish-like, looking blissful and pleased with himself.

“You like tha’, mama? Like what these hands do to you? Want me to touch you, huh?”

I whimper. Yes. God, yes.

Then he is kissing me again, his lips gentle but firm and full all at the same time.

My whole body feels as if it's been pulled under the surface. Water is pounding in my ears, dulling my senses until the universe no longer exists outside of the man in front of me and that ridiculous pink Cadillac. Teeth clash together, tongues explore each other's mouths, and I can consciously feel myself sinking, sinking, sinking deeper and deeper.

Elvis pulls away, and I am yanked back to the surface so abruptly that I physically feel myself gasp for air.

“Breathe for me, mama. That’s it,” he encourages with all the tenderness in the world. He dips his head down to the curve of my neck, teeth nipping at my ear, only to be soothed by the lavishing of his mouth.

With one large hand cradling my waist, I feel his other one travel up my thigh. Confidently, all the while with his face still in my neck, he rucks up one side of my dress, his hand sliding up until it reaches his desired destination.

I swallow hard.

Blindly, his fingers trace the edge of my panties. They’re wet, and by the way his breath stalls beside my ear, he can feel it through the fabric.

Shyly, I tense beneath him, but he plants his thigh between my legs to keep them from closing.

“Relax, mama,” he drawls into my ear. “I’ve got you.” The southern drag to his voice goes exactly where he intends it to, and if it weren’t for his body pinning me against the car, my trembling legs would have given out.

His thumb catches the edge of my panties and pulls them aside so that his duo of fingers can rest against me.

The mewl that escapes me spurs him on.

“Want my fingers, pretty girl?”

“Yes, please,” I whine, becoming antsy beneath him.

Slowly, his two fingers venture back. And when he reaches just where I need him, he stops, tapping his index finger just outside my core. “Right here?”

Desperately, I nod, and he laughs kissing the corner of my mouth again. “Alright, darlin’.”

However prepared I think I am, I’m not ready for the stretch of his two fingers as he pushes into me. It burns in the most pleasurable way possible, but I still whimper against him. He peppers kisses to the sides of my mouth until the pain subsides.

When he curls his fingers inside of me, my vision goes blurry, and heat pools in my stomach. I clench around him and Elvis groans heavily. “God, mama. You have no idea what you’re doin’ to me.”

I realize that he’s uncomfortably hard at this point. “Here,” he whispers hoarsely.

Still seeing stars, his hand guides mine to the tent that has formed in his black dress pants. Cupping his bulge with his own large hand on top of mine, his beautiful doe eyes shut and his head tilts back.

With me falling a part on his fingers with very stroke of my velvet walls, and his own release close against my palm, Elvis suddenly pulls away.

“Elvis—“ He cuts me off with a laugh, pecking my lips with his own swollen ones.

Ceremoniously, he drops to his knees in the back of the parking lot.

“I’m religious, ain’t I, darlin’? Gotta have you on my knees.”

——————

It’s early. Too early to be awake, and I’m oh so tempted to fall back sleep, but sleep is an impossibly hard task to do when God’s favorite creation is shuffling about the bedroom in nothing but a pair of boxers and a toothbrush in his mouth. Not bothered enough to make myself move into a state of consciousness just yet, my eyes lazily follow Elvis, admiring him as he returns from the bathroom.

That night we had met at Club Handy was months ago, and I’d become all too familiar with the inside of his Graceland bedroom. With my boyfriend on the back burner, Elvis Presley had become an increasingly bad habit. I still went to church, played the part of the doting girlfriend that I was supposed to be every Sunday morning, but there was only one man who could drop to his knees and make me believe in God.

Finally, he catches me staring, and a smile over takes him lips. “I know your daddy raised you better than to stare.”

I huff against his fluffy cotton sheets. “My daddy raised me to do a lot of things.”

Elvis chuckles, crawling across the bed to lean over me and peck my lips.

“An’ look at you now. Naked in my bed.”

I hum, humoring him and my poor daddy as I kiss him again but pull away before he can kiss me a third time.

“Aw, c’mon, mama,” he whines falling dramatically against the bed as I narrowly escape his grabbing hands so that I can pull myself together for Sunday mass.

Nevertheless, he allows me to escape with one more kiss and a promise to see him later.

I rush out the door an hour later so that I can slide into my family’s pew at the front of the chapel and be seated before the church doors close.

“You’re late,” Andy reprimands as I sit down next to him, my mama just beside him.

“I couldn’t find my shoes,” I whisper back to him, keeping my eyes to the front, where his father is beginning the sermon.

It isn’t a total lie. It took me a half hour before I finally found my flats at the bottom of the staircase, where Elvis had helped me discard them the night before.

Andy hums, and I can tell he doesn’t believe me.

Elvis and I had done a clean job of making sure no one outside of his family knew what we were up to, so the disapproval in Andy’s voice comes as a surprise. But I don’t harp on it for long because the church doors chime again, and in walks the devil himself.

A few heads swivel in Elvis’ direction as he saunters though the doors, carelessly flicking holy water in an unenthusiastic sign of the cross. His eyes catching mine as he takes a seat in the back.

It wasn’t unusual for the king of rock ‘n’ roll to make an appearance at the chapel, but he usually participated no further than to liven up the choir.

Without looking at me, Andy speaks out in a dangerously monotone voice. "Everybody knows."

A few heads turn to stare.

“Wha—"

“Everybody knows that he fucks you."

[booksandabeer]

Hi. First of all, you’re amazing and you’re doing God’s work for us. Second, could you please recommend me some time-travel fics? I think I already read a few well known ones, and was wondering if there’s more? Also, it’s usually both or Bucky who time-travels, is there fics where Steve goes alone instead?

Hello Stranger!

Thanks for the ask and your very kind words. I live to serve! 😉

Now. The first thing I need to do here, is to point you towards this excellent rec list by @voylitscope There are a lot of very good fics on it and I strongly recommend you check it out.

I also want to apologize again for the long wait. I had a busy week and when I finally sat down to put together this list, I realized fairly quickly that almost 90% of it was comprised of some sort of EG-Fix-It fics. Just the idea of writing up my thoughts on all of them felt exhausting and saddening to me, so I scrapped the whole thing and started over. So without further ado, here are 7 fics featuring timey-wimey stuff that I have read and very much enjoyed and 3 more that I've yet to read, but can't wait to get to because they look amazing:

sun peeking through the sky series by dontcallmebree | M, 16K (2 Parts)

Author's summary: Steve clears his throat, curling his hands into fists to hide them. “Alright, say I believe you. Hell, you’re here. So what?”

Scott pins him with an unshakable stare, alive and unyielding. He never realized Scott could be so intense. Sam was the one who knew Scott better, but then again, Sam was always the better one of the two of them. “Look, the place I was in—the quantum realm—it messes with time, it lets you go back.”

Steve wants to throw him out.

A post-IW, twice-over canon divergent series. In the first part, Scott and the Ant Fam (or what's left of it post-Snap) burst into a heavily depressed Steve's existence and slowly turn it into something resembling a life again, and together they hatch a plan to save the world. What that plan entails? I'm not going to spoil it here, but let's just say it's much more clever and original, not to mention more logical and emotionally satisfying than anything that happened in EG. It's a quietly humorous, suspenseful, heartbreaking, and at times brutally tender series about finding and accepting second chances when you least expect them.

To Live It Again Is Past All Endeavor by trinityofone | T, 21 K

Author's summary: Time travel bodyswap! Present-day Steve and Bucky wake up back in their old bodies in 1938, while past Steve and Bucky wake in a future where they're both built like comic book heroes and Bucky's got what he thinks is a swell future robot arm. Adventures are had, and the ethics of time travel are debated. Also, everyone trash talks Willem de Kooning.

A story that really drives home some hard emotional truths while never entirely losing its light touch. Accompany Steve and Bucky as they travel into the future AND the past, and discover their once and future selves. I call this fic "the clairvoyant one" because it features Steve and Bucky contemplating staying in the past and a subsequent discussion of the ethics and purpose of time travel that had me frantically scroll back up and check that, yes, this fic was indeed written all the way back in 2014. I then proceeded to lose my mind a little bit because it is such an eerily specific and accurate rebuttal to Steve's EG ending that I'm more than half convinced the author has clairvoyant abilities.

Where All Roads Lead by DrowningByDegrees | E, 46K

Author's summary: When Steve Rogers inadvertently touches a relic in the course of a mission gone sideways during WWII, he’s catapulted seventy years into the future. Before he's even sure where he's ended up, his search for help puts him in contact with Bucky Barnes, a historian and college professor who has built a career around studying Captain America. With Bucky's help, Steve means to find out how exactly he ended up in 2017, and solve the bigger mystery of how to get home. There's just one problem. The closer they get to their goal, the less certain Steve is that he wants to go home.

A Shrunkyclunks AU where Steve accidentally time travels straight from WW2 to the 21st Century. It's funny and heartbreaking, well-written and cleverly plotted. Also features beautiful art by alby_mangroves that not only beautifully augments the story, but actually is a part of it, too.

The Restoration Artist by superheroresin | E, 109K

Author's summary: As a conservator of rare oil paintings for The Met, Steve Rogers thinks of himself part scientist, part archaeologist, but hardly an artist in his own right. Only when he’s faced with the daunting task of restoring a frozen painting from a recently unearthed Nazi art hoard does he start to feel his passion for the craft return. Before he has a chance to understand what that means, Steve is transported to the 1940’s, where he meets both The Winter Soldier himself, and his own destiny.

A Shrinkyclinks AU in which art conservator Steve travels through time to save Bucky... who has been trapped in a painting...? Mystery! Romance! Art Talk! I practically inhaled this thing in one go, despite the length. This is a really lovely story, full of clever ideas and twist and turns that will keep you guessing. And on top of that you'll learn a whole lot about art restoration! What's not to love?

the world on fire by burlesquecomposer | M, 62K

Author’s summary: Steve loves old vinyl records, doodles on his files, and cannot remember a time that he didn't serve the TVA. And that suits him just fine—that is, until stray variant Bucky Barnes, fresh out of HYDRA's grasp, drops into his time theater and makes Steve question everything he believes in.

A really well written fic that has time travel and variants and alternate timelines and parallel universes and... you get it. A whole lot of timey wimey stuff, but the author keeps track of it all and ties up everything beautifully in the end. A super fun premise, clever plotting, wonderful characterizations, and a firm grasp on the SteveBucky dynamic in every incarnation/iteration/variation. It's a really lovely fic and I think it deserves a lot more love and attention.

On the Cover of Dawn by adeepeningdig | T, 6K

Author's summary: “Listen,” Bucky says again, and pads to Steve, book still in hand. “I’d sell my soul for that/fawn/of a boy night walker/to sound of the ‘ud & flute playing/who saw the glass in my hand said/“drink the wine from between my lips.” He kisses Steve then, insistent, tongue sweeping into his mouth, body to body. Steve buckles beneath it. Two stories. One poem.

I'm cheating a little with this one... maybe. To be perfectly honest, I don't really know what's going on here even after I read this several times. Is it time travel? An alternate universe? Reincarnation? None of it at all? The thing is, I'm not sure the reader is meant to definitively know or understand what exactly is happening, and ultimately, it doesn't really matter. What does matter is the poignancy, the beautiful, at times lyrical language, and the reassurance that Steve and Bucky will find and love each other in every possible universe and incarnation. Also features one of my favorite George Barnes scenes ever.

From Tralfamadore, With Love by newsbypostcard | E, 106K | Part 1 in From Tralfamadore series

Author's summary: In 2018, Steve, Sam, and Bucky embark on a mission to explore a Hydra-owned warehouse when a kid with mutant powers sends Steve 18 years into the future. Steve's just as in love with Bucky as he was when he left, but for Bucky it's been a long 18 years. As he gets used to life in 2036 and the flaws in Bucky's idyllic life expose themselves, Steve also has to manage a suspiciously ubiquitous security force, a Brotherhood of Mutants, and old competing loyalties among his aged friends. There's a Bucky in 2018 waiting for him to come home, but if he does that, it means leaving this Bucky behind for a third, unforgivable time. How can he choose?

Yes yes, I recced this not too long ago, I know. But there is simply no way in hell that I'm going to put together a time travel rec list and NOT include this fic. The summary is pretty self-explanatory, and I really don't want to reveal anymore than that. Much of the tension and emotional drama in this fic comes from not knowing what's going to happen, and from desperately guessing at how on earth the author is going to solve Steve's impossible dilemma. I loved the way the author explored the relationship of a Steve and a Bucky who have been separated for two seconds and 18 years, respectively. Also, possibly the best use of a Fleetwood Mac song in fanfic ever.

🕰 +3 To Reads:

Savage God by PottersPink | M, 36K

Author's summary: Past, present, future, Steve knows Bucky Barnes. It’s why he recognized him when he found him in that alley in April of 1942, even though Bucky was older, stronger, wearier; he called himself The Asset, and had a metal fucking arm. The Asset was only with Steve in 1942 for a few days, but it’s enough to change the course of Steve’s life forever.

Seventy years later, Steve wakes up in the twenty-first century, and he doesn’t know whether to be heartbroken or hopeful when some of the things Bucky revealed to him in 1942 start falling into place.

Every You, Every Me by Starshot | E, 48K

Author's summary: Desperate to follow when Bucky ships out to war in 1943, Steve volunteers for Project Rebirth, an experimental program meant to turn him into the world’s first super-soldier. Instead it fails, leaving him with a condition dubbed “Chrono-Impairment” which sees him travelling uncontrollably through time, to random points in both his and Bucky’s lives.

But with Bucky brainwashed into working for HYDRA, and Steve living life on the run, torn between his own time and Bucky’s, will they ever find the happy ending they so desperately desire? (AKA the Stucky AU based on the book, "The Time Traveler’s Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger)

a day in the life by powerfulowl (StuckyFlangst) E, 20K

Author's summary: Steve wakes to the sound of someone moving about in the kitchen below him. He lies for a few moments, trying to recall—a dream?

He looks over at the nightstand and there is a piece of card propped up there. He reaches out to take it.

You are Captain America. You are Steve Rogers. It is 1956. You are married to Peggy Rogers, nee Carter. You live in New Jersey. Sometimes you have trouble remembering.

Steve Rogers wakes up on Tuesday October 30 1956, and doesn't seem to remember his life that well. Why does every day feel so familiar? And why does he keep getting visited by tall, dark, handsome men who remind him of Bucky?

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You can always send more asks for fic recs if you want. I love inflicting my taste on everybody else!

[spideronthesun]

💙💔❣️💝

Hello! Thank you so much!

💙: how has the idea changed between starting it and where it is now?

So, I started doing rounds of edits two months ago...

An adjustment in the overall tone of the story. Less light and more shaded. A darker element is weaved in.

It is currently a lot darker in comparison to the original draft. While the main focus of the story is still a modern mythology retelling, I’m totally loving the horror themes I’ve added.

I feel like a kid at the candy store right now with all the changes that I have come up with.

💔: give a brief character bio of your 3-5 MCs

Well, let's begin with Nikolas. He's the oldest and probably the most responsible one out of the cast. His younger brothers think of him as papa because he literally had stepped in to take care of them when their parents passed. Addictive personality but family first.

Edvardas is the black sheep of the family you either have met in one of your family reunions, or you are one yourself. Hard on the outside but squishy like cookie dough inside.

Robertas has thieving hands that also heal. No, but seriously, when he asks you to borrow stuff, don't give anything to him. You aren't ever going to give it back. But he's a massive sweetheart and has a heart of gold. A literal sunshine.

Adamas has a curious mind that goes where the winds take him. He's very caring, even if sometimes he says the wrong things at the wrong time. But if I am being honest, he's probably the only character I would trust with all my secrets and everything else.

Danielius is literally the class clown. He's very hilarious and likes the audience. But he's also very artistic, can play piano, loves to draw and take pictures, and uses his best friend as his inspiration for most part. An artistic renaissance boy in a man's body with a lot to learn still.

Medeina struggles with her identity a lot, all because she doesn't know where she fits in the most. Can talk to dandelions and wolves and has a cool spider familiar. The one with the spark and magic of the story.

❣️: which scene has been hardest to write so far?

How to answer this without spoiling too much, haha. Also I will be editing that scene soon.

It is a very traumatic experience for everyone in the family. Because it includes so many secrets being unveiled and betrayals.

But I also find battle scenes to be hardest to write for me. I am just not good at them.

💝: who has your favorite character arch? give a brief summary

Edvardas.

Inside him, there was always a voice that roared like a lion, but the world around him constantly tried to silence it, expecting more from him than he could deliver.

He's always been a rebel at heart and even as an adult he uses rebelling as a way to express his unhappiness about his situation.

But over the course of the book he learns how to open up more, and that sometimes he needs to stop fighting everything and everyone around him.

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group F Round 1: #F3 vs #F6

#F3: Daily lives of tiny forest women

Hakumei and Mikochi are two tiny gnome-women who live together in a house built into a tree in the middle of the forest. The show is a slice-of-life about them meeting and talking to other gnome-people or animals of the forest.

#F6: Normal school until stuff happens

Fifty years ago, horrific creatures dubbed as the “enemies of humanity” suddenly appeared around the world. To combat these threats, teenagers gifted with supernatural abilities called “Talents”—such as pyrokinesis and time travel—hone their powers at an academy on a secluded island.

Nanao Nakajima, however, is quite different from the others on the island: he has no Talent. With many “Talented” teenagers around him, Nanao is often a target for bullying, but even so, he still strives to complete his training. Soon after, two transfer students, the mysterious Kyouya Onodera and the mind-reading Nana Hiiragi, join the class. But just as everyone starts blending as comrades-in-arms, mysterious disappearances begin to threaten the class’s entire foundation.

Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#F3: Hakumei and Mikochi

Propaganda:

It really is super adorable, and the art is gorgeous. Every bit of the world is rendered lovingly with a great level of detail, from the characters to the environments. The anime has this really cool effect where they use paneling to emulate the manga’s style while also making the characters visually smaller on-screen, which works because they’re tiny.

For a slice-of-life show, there’s a good amount of continuity. They introduce the swamp necromancer Sen in one episode, and she keeps showing up later on, helping rebuild their house when it explodes, then Mikochi repays her for that by designing and making a dress for her. The show gets really into the intricacies of everything, like how dying fabric is a multistep process that is similar to chemistry, or how soap is made with aromatics.

Every character is well-realized, with their own set of quirks, profession, the tricks and tools they use in that profession, and they make pretty consistent re-appearances. And the writing is very dry and witty despite the whimsical setting. It’s cute, but it feels very adult, all the characters are adults with jobs who get drunk sometimes. Everyone is very professional and responsible, and it’s a nice change of pace from teen shounen.

Trigger Warnings: None.

#F6: Talentless Nana (Munou na Nana)

Propaganda:

I’d like to start off by saying that this is NOT a copy of My Hero Academia, even though it sounds as such. It’s kinda hard to explain the show without spoiling a major plot point, but it’s pretty much as the summary says. Honestly, if you want to watch this, don’t look up anything about it—you will get spoiled right away, and it does ruin the experience. I started this without knowing anything about it and I think that’s for the best because it’s plot twist after plot twis,t and you’re not sure what to expect next. That’s honestly something I really liked about it because you don’t know where the story will take you. Anyways, highly recommend because more people should know about this series.

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Violence (not heavy), Necrophilia.

The abuse part is mostly implied instead of shown. There is violence, but it’s not graphic, though it may be a little disturbing.

If you’re reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

[bagdaddyb]

Insecurities 🥲

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x pansexual!Reader (romantic) Bucky Barnes x pansexual!Reader (ex-romance)

Summary: After a bad relationship with the Winter Soilder will you be able to make it work with the Black Widow.

Warning: Mentions of neglect, bad writing. Angst but not really. Fluff.

Author's Note: I'm questioning my own sexuality so don't be surprised if pansexual reader stories are more common. (Also Ste I am working on your request I promise I just truly suck at writing)

Masterlist

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Smiling to yourself as the last rubberband falls in place you observe your handiwork.

"I think it looks good."

You mutter while placing a kiss against the red headed womans head. Natasha had given you the task of braiding her hair. The ex-assassin was VERY particular about her hair and how it was braided, she told you before you were the first person she allowed to braid her hair and it made you feel special in a whole different way. Braiding Natasha's hair was definitely not something you got on the first try, she didn't allow mistakes. She could see even the tinest imperfection and once you learned how to braid the way she liked there was the added layer of learning how to style the braids the way she liked. Your girlfriend is very bold and outspoken she isn't afraid to tell you when she doesn't like something and isnt past taking the whole style down if she doesn't like it. The style you had opted for today was a simple braid pattern back into a ponytail, it was something a little new, the redhead didn’t usually do ponytails but as far as you were concerned you could shower Natasha in garbage and she'd still be the sexiest woman you've ever seen.

"Thank you (Y/N)."

You smiled and nodded before retreating out of her room. Natasha liked to be alone before missions and you weren't the pushy type. Anything that the red head needed you do, you tended to spoil Natasha but you didn't care because Natasha deserved the world on a silver platter. Shaking your shoulders you get out of your own head as you approach your best friends room.

Knock knock boom.

Opening the door without hesitation after you knock you laugh at the surprised look on the scientist face.

"Mornin sunshine."

"(Y/N) why knock if you don't wait for permission to enter?"

The curly headed man let out with a yawn and a stretch before standing from his bed.

"I was knocking as a warning I was coming in not for permission to enter the room. Come on Brucie you know me by now."

The man let out a dry chuckle as he made his way to his bathroom. Studying Bruce as he goes, you see why him and Natasha dated. Bruce was good looking, out of Hulk form he wasn’t ripped like the rest of 'em. He spent most his time in the lab but honestly you did prefer a lil meat on the bones. His hair was longer than normal, the stuble on his face was starting to get a bit of thickness to it, and you'd never admit it but you love a man with chest hair. Sometimes you wonder if Natasha misses him, you see her seek him out when something truly tramatic has happened. He gives her a comfort you can't because he knows things you don’t and that eats away at you. You used to say you weren’t a jealous or possessive person you've always been extremely 'chill" and understanding but there is something different about Natasha that was the same in your ex-boyfriend. She is extremely cut off emotionally and so that scares you, you have already been through a hard neglectful relationship but it also scares you because Natasha still runs to Bruce. Maybe there are things you don't know and might not ever understand but is it wrong to wish your pressence was the one that was her safe haven.

"Want to come with me down to the lab? I still have some samples I need to run from yesterday, you could help you've been getting really good with the vials."

Bruce's voice snaps you out of your own thoughts. Raising your eyes to meet his with a small smile you shake your head.

"Not today my mean green fighting machine."

You say and barely finish your sentence before you bust out laughing. Bruce merely rolls his eyes but can't help the smile that plays at his lips.

"But no, I think I'm gonna go on a run clear my head."

Bruce's eyebrow raised as he dressed for the lab.

"Clear your head? You alright? Something you need to talk about?"

The question was heavy on your shoulders, Bruce was the greatest listener. He was always ready to help and seemed to know just the thing to say to make you feel better but right now that quality of him just made you angry. Maybe this is jealousy.

"Yeah I'm alright just so much bullshit in the world right now. I feel if I don't take a moment for it to just be me, Billie, and the sun I might go crazy."

Laughing at your response Bruce shakes his head before coming to stand by you.

"Alright you little booty bandit."

Your jaw dropped as Bruce broke out into laughter.

"Wow."

Was all that left your lips but you couldn't help the light chuckle and big smile on your face.

"There's nothing wrong with appreciating a good back side regardless of gender."

Smiling the man pushes playfully at your shoulder.

"I know little cheetah."

Smiling back at the man, your thoughts momentarily drift to how lucky you were to have a best friend like Bruce. Following him out of his room he throws a 'Good luck on your run' your way before heading towards the lab. Smiling till you weren't, it was now just you and your thoughts. Making your way to your own room you change into some shorts and a sports bra. Your shorts felt small you haven't been on a casual run in months and your body has definitely toned since then. Your ass cheeks felt like they were falling out but looking at yourself in the mirror you couldn't deny you looked good. Your large underbood tattoo on display along with the cherry blossom that ran up your back. Braiding your own hair back in a simple braid you throw a sweatband on your head. Putting in your headphones as you walk out your room you almost miss the whistle from down the hallway. Turning your head to see no other than the Falcon and the Winter Soilder. Rolling your eyes you smile at Sam and Bucky the bird brain and your ex-boyfriend always found themselves in trouble.

"Girl you look good. I see you, that gym time working out for you huh?"

Laughing at Sam you can't help that small blush at his compliment. Sam was easily your second favorite person here, he always made you smile and laugh even if you were upset.

"Thank you Sam."

"Heading out for a run?"

The words were heavy from Bucky he knew you only went on runs when you had something on your mind.

"Yeah I haven't been in a while and I miss the sun on my back."

You say with the biggest smile you can muster. Bucky doesn't believe you, not even for a second but he doesn't push the subject. He can already hear the argument now, about how he suddenly cares but couldn’t show you the light of day when you were together. Bucky has changed since then, there was still so much of the Winter Soilder in him when you guys dated. He had apologized to you though, when going through therapy you were the first person he called and so far, for the most part all is forgiven but some wounds take time and he knew you weren't over bringing it up to get him off your back.

"Alright girl well you go on head with ya bad self."

Smiling at Sam as you turn to walk away you can't help but think that Sam is walking around with so much confidence, that he just hands it out to people he interacts with. It didn't take you long to get out to the large garden where you all run, it also didn't surprise you to see Steve Rogers do his version of a jog (faster than any normal persons full on sprint). It was times like these you were thankful for your powers, the spirit of the cheetah within you giving you the speed and agility to easily keep up with Steve. Mr. Captin America definitely wasn’t your favorite person. He could be bossy and aggrivating, often opinionated and even though he takes in peoples thoughts he still has the slight mindset of 'he's always right' but for all your dislike there was easily the same amount of respect. Yes the man had his flaws but he was also the most honest, hard working, and driven man you'd ever met. So anytime you had a problem, a true problem, you came and talked to Steve. Stretching you get your body warmed up, playing your music softly you take off sprinting to catch up with Steve. Steve was fast at a full sprint the man could easily run up to 40-45 miles per hour but you were faster, your fastest clock reaching 82 mph. Catching up with the man easily you slow down to his pace keeping in time, silence settles between the two of you for the the first thirty minutes at least. You take this time to relish in how good it feels to run because you want to and not because you need to. The sun warms your skin like a blanket, the jog gets your body moving just enough to get your adrenaline pumping, the fresh air filling your lungs is like heaven on earth and so you allow your body to fall into a groove with Steve even though this was a bit slow for you it still felt amazing to be out here again. Steve is the one who breaks the silence, he always is.

"It's been a while since I've seen you out here."

You only hum in agreement as a response.

"And even longer since you've came to run with me."

You nod as he continues.

"So go ahead and tell me what's on your mind."

"I feel like I'm falling into a loop."

"Elaborate."

With a sigh you continue.

"Well my last relationship was a shit show and before you say anything to defend him because I know he's your best friend. This is not down talk on Bucky, I love him, I always will yes we didn’t work out but he will always hold a place in my heart. But it's like I delt with that for so long before I got out of it and when I finally did move on I found someone else just like him..."

You say with a dry laugh.

"Natasha is so cut off from me when something happens she runs to her ex-boyfriend for comfort and again I'm not downing Bruce he's my bestfriend for fucks sake it's just..."

You wipe a tear before it can fall.

"Why do I feel like it's so hard for me to be loved and shown love. I gave Bucky my heart and soul and he neglected me, I was always there for him and never shown anything in return. I don't know how I feel about Natasha I feel like our relationship has hit a standstill because I'm noticing some of the same things that happened with Bucky and I refuse to let myself feel that way again."

Laughing sarcastically as you continue you finally look over at Steve.

"Is it me? Am I that hard to love? Or am I just stupid for dating any Avenger because god forbid one of us isn't fucked up."

A chuckle left the man at that before he looked at you and smiled.

"You deserve love (Y/N) just like anyone else, I know how bad things got with Bucky, but I also know it wasn't until you left him that he truly realized he had a problem, he went to therapy to try and fix things between you and him but realized he needed a lot more fixing than he'd thought. I don't know how things are between you and Romonoff but I do know I had to work harder to crack that woman than anyone else at this establishment. It was at least a year before I even saw her genuine smile. I'm not defending her or saying stay either, I honestly think that for once you should do what's best for you. If that means breaking up with Natasha so you can find someone to love you the way you deserve to be loved then do it. Maybe you need to break up with her so that you can spend time loving yourself. Maybe you stay, talk to her, work it out, and everything gets better. Maybe it doesn't get better. Anything could happen, but just make sure whatever decision you make, you're choosing yourself, make sure you're putting you first."

Silence settles between you again as you absorb his words. Laps blend together at some point Steve breaks off to go back inside but you don't notice you just think. After a while you speed up with Steve gone you can get into a more comfortable jogging speed for you, sweat glistens on your body and after a while you finally start breathing a little harder. Coming around the tree line back to the 'beginning' of the track red hair catches your eyes. Zeroing in on the woman you call your girlfriend, you slow down, jogging straight up to the Avenger.

"I thought you had a mission?"

"Well hello to you too. I did have a mission, and when I got back and didn't see my pretty kitty waiting for me I came looking."

Blushing at the pet name you now see the sun setting in the sky.

"I didn't even realize the time! I'm sorry Nat."

A small smile tugs at the red heads lips as she studies you.

"Hmmm all is forgiven. C'mere."

Leaning in you meet the red head for the small smooch before straightening back up.

"I brought you some electrolyte water and a granola bar. You've been out here since before I left."

Handing them to you she ushers you to a nearby bench sitting you down before wiping your sweaty face with a cool rag she seemed to pull out of no where.

"Something on your mind sweet stuff?"

The smile that broke out of your face was uncontrollable. It was as if Natasha banished every bad feeling at once.

"Listen I know it is hard for you to warm up emotionally...

At that Natasha opens her mouth to say something but before she could speak you quickly continued.

...and I know it's hard for you to let people in. I'm not trying to rush you or say you aren't moving fast enough so don't get defensive. I just have a couple insecurites after getting out of a neglectful relationship, so can we promise to communicate. Even if you need to go to Bruce for your comfort, even if I have to come run with Steve, can we promise to communicate to eachother how we feel because I want us to work."

Another small smile spread on Natasha's lips. Leaning in to kiss your forehead as she speaks you can't help but smile at the small show of affection.

"I promise."

[wulvert]

OK SO. HERES A BRIEF (HI. FUTURE ME. NOT BRIEF. VERY LONG. SORRY.) SUMMARY OF THE LOCKED TOMB SERIES AVOIDING AS MUCH SPOILERS AS POSSIBLE.

the locked tomb's setting is extremely fucked up space sci-fi with lesbian necromancers (the quote on the front of gideon the ninth, the first book, is quite literally "lesbian necromancers in space!")- tamsyn muir, the author, was inspired by homestuck when she was writing it. so. if that explains it better.

i cnat explain the magic necromancer system without feeling like im having a stroke sorry. but the way it works is you basically have to be born with the ability to see and manipulate thalergy (life energy) and thanergy (death energy). necromancy on all the planets is basically like a monarchy- if youre a necromancer, you're royalty. all necromancers have a cavalier- which is basically a brawn to the necromancer's brains. they all have swords or other sharp blades. also have a much more sinister purpose but thats a secret.

the orange girl is gideon nav, nicknamed griddle by the smaller one (harrowhark nonagesimus). gideon's a butch himbo who also happens to be the saddest girl in the entire universe by book 3. she wields a giant fuckin' haunted greatsword and absolutely hates harrow(hark nonagesimus)'s guts. also shes stuck on an amish, dying planet (the ninth house, might be pluto) and has been raised to be a soldier. oops. her adoptive mom is awesome though. has no idea whats going on at any point in time. harrow's cavalier.

HARROW. THE WETTEST MOST PATHETIC RAT OF A GIRL. into bones and corpses. necromancer of the ninth house. cant eat any food that isnt bland ration bars because of the autism shes filled with. mean fucking gremlin. bit my ass. also shes intrinsically so fucking tragic but i cant go into any more detail of her without spoiling something. she makes me feel so many emotions along with gideon.

brief summary of the rest of the cast that appears in the first book:

FIRST HOUSE (earth?):

there exists no notable residents of the first house. it is the earth post apocalypse- broken down and uninhabitable. except for the location the first book takes place in, the canaan house!

SECOND HOUSE (mars?):

judith deuteros - necromancer. army kid. because the entire second house is a military (called the cohort). honestly i dont remember a lot about her- only that she's kinda gay with coronabeth later.

marta dyas - cavalier. army kid. i remember even less about her sorry

THIRD HOUSE (neptune?):

ianthe tridentarius - necromancer. nasty fucking beast. cannibal just for fun. third house princess. complete fucking disaster. somethings going on with her gender. believes shes the main character of a risqué novel. shes my favorite but i cant elaborate further at risk of spoilers

coronabeth tridentarius - necromancer. ianthe's sister. sword lesbian. third house princess. a disaster but less so than ianthe. yea thats it sorry its so hard to summarize without spoilers

naberius tern - coronabeth and ianthe's cavalier. third house. male, meatstick, gender gets stolen

FOURTH HOUSE (saturn?):

isaac tettares - necromancer. he's just a kid and life is a nightmare

jeannemary chatur - cavalier. she's just a kid and life is a nightmare

FIFTH HOUSE (jupiter?):

abigail pent - necromancer. historian. academic. in terms of characters that are. "normal" she and magnus are the closest you can really get. i respect her so much but alas i cannot give the reasons. acts kinda as a mother figure to the fourth and even the ninth house (gideon and harrow are both 18 at the least- but neither of them have ever quite had mother OR father figures.)

magnus quinn - cavalier. abigail's husband. i dont remember anything about him honestly, but he's the epitome of a dad and behaves that way towards the fourth and even ninth house. dad jokes

SIXTH HOUSE (mercury?):

palamedes sextus - necromancer. if the entirety of the main tlt cast wasnt full of deranged lesbians he'd do numbers as a tumblr sexyman. librarian. nicknamed sex pal by gideon. reads a lot. also a doctor.

camilla hect - cavalier. sick as hell. dualwields. librarian. doctor. i cant give a lot of information about her but shes also one of my favorites

SEVENTH HOUSE (venus?):

dulcinea septimus - necromancer. cougar? milf? who knows. has terminal blood-born cancer but she's being so sexy about it. dont worry about the boss music you hear.

protesilaus ebdoma - cavalier. rly a kind guy- likes poetry nd flowers. just wants to protect.

EIGHTH HOUSE (uranus?):

silas octakiseron - necromancer. extremely religious. i dont remember anything about him honestly besides the fact i hate him.

colum asht - cavalier. probabl also religious. i dont remember anything about him either. i respect him more than i do silas.

NINTH HOUSE (pluto?):

harrowhark nonagesimus & gideon nav: u know about these guys

the most important thing to know about the locked tomb past my very long rambling is that its a story about love. it has been and always will be about love since the very first book. it is the core component of the entire series- in what way love changes, in the way it persists, in what people will do for it. the different types of love. this does not just refer to gideon and harrow being massive lesbians, but yea thats pretty important too.

also a fair warning if u DO chooseto read; the entire of the locked tomb series is an absolute mindfuck. absolutely nothing will make sense at first and sometimes reading more will make it even more confusing. when it all finally clicks at the end though u'll never be the same ever again. it WILL leave a lasting scar on ur psyche

(homestuck spoilers. i guess)

i see u gave up on the replies fair enough this is more than 450 characters

i bought the first book before hopping in the shower, It'll arrive tuesday. i have returned 2 this ask- A LOT OF NAMES, so anything i could absorb as a spoiler has left my mind immediately- HOMESTUCK. Interesting, I didn't know that, i hope i can absorb the lore better than i did for homestuck which wasnt at all , then i got a headache from the text colours then lost my place after the cat girl died.

I will read it, I hope the orange girl and the smaller one are okay after reading this im worried about them. how did naberius' gender get stolen what happened to them who stole it. fiddlemouth just commented abt the audiobook. probably shouldve gone for that. also fiddlemouth if ur reading this we need to play minecraft again sometime

[chayscribbles-archive]

UnSuper Squad Character Intro: Will Keagan

Age at start of series: 24

Birthday: May 20th (Taurus)

Powers: Shapeshifting, emptying the fridge

Will would rather be anyone but himself, and thanks to his powers and a knack for acting, he can do just that. When his escapades spent borrowing people’s faces finally lead him into trouble, he reluctantly gets dragged along on the Squad’s crime-fighting shenanigans–that is, when they can drag him out of his room.

Other quirks:

was born/grew up in London, England for some reason

grumpy™

has a secret singing talent

watches trash TV

art is mine (would you look at that, i also have an art blog)

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[nikoruistyping]

omg please Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Reader that she has a cat, and Tony hates it because he steals all her attention from him. And one day his coming home from work and she's petting and kissing the cat and Tony just rolls his eyes and look at him like 🤨 “little bitch, you’re lucky you’re cute”

Kitten || Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!reader​

Summary: You noticed that Tony has become a bit distant due to work and stress lately so your way to solve that was clearly to adopt a cat to keep you company. Overtime Tony seems to grow a bit jealous of the new feline now living in his mansion that has clearly taken all your love and affection away from him...

TW: Sprinkle of Fluff, Sprinkle of Angst, Sprinkle of Allusion to Smut, Adult Language/Swearing, Small bit of Dirty Talk, Kissing/Making Out, Playful Banter, Light Arguing, Light Jealousy, Mention of a Cat/Pet (Not sure that's a trigger but idk adding it anyways), Mention of going to a Therapist (Im not an expert so dont take my word or advice on what to do or not do if your having any type of issues)

Word Count: 1,585

A/N: C/N = Cat’s Name (Preferable a Female name since I used female pronouns for the cat but I wanted to be inclusive and let the reader insert whatever name they would like the cat to have in the story)

I loved writing this! I might have taken the plot a bit too seriously and accidentally made it more angsty than I thought but I tried making it up with some allusion to smutty times since I have no brainpower for smut at the moment. This was also my first time writing about a pet in anything so I’m glad I took up the challenge. Thank you for the request Anon and hope you enjoy it!

You were lounging on the sofa awaiting Tony to come back from his quick visit to the Stark Industry offices, something about a security breach. Most days you were pretty lonely, you would mostly work from home and manage the business without really having to go to the office often and Tony was usually out on business trips or doing Ironman "Saving the Universe" stuff. He would come home at any hour of the day or night and lately, it was hard trying to keep up with his hectic schedule, you both even barely had time for each other anymore.

You decided one day to voice your concerns with your therapist and she gave you a suggestion of one way you could solve your problem of loneliness and combined with your passion for animals it was simple, adopt a kitten or puppy. You opted for the latter and you drove to the nearest shelter and fell in love with the cutest kitten you had ever seen. You both bonded immediately and now you didn't feel so lonely when Tony was away on a mission or if he was busy working all day in the workshop. You slowly but surely started to give all of your love and affection to the small kitten that would now follow you everywhere. Jumping onto the kitchen counter to accompany you making breakfast or curling up into a ball in your lap and purring was a few of the many things the young feline would do with you. It didn't take long or a rocket scientist to notice that a new family member had entered the house since you weren't very subtle ordering almost anything and everything from the local pet store to spoil your new companion. Tony clearly noticed that there was another living being in his house that wasn't another person and at first, he wasn’t keen to the idea but later warmed up to it.

The first time Tony met your new kitten he was sweet and gentle, he also enjoyed pets but had never really thought about it since he was always busy and who would ever pet sit his animals if he was practically never home? The first few weeks went smoothly, an occasional head pat here and there, sometimes the kitten would follow Tony to the lab and curl up on top of the lab tables and purring at the vibrations his machinery would make, and if he was lucky she would sit on his lap while he was studying his holograms. Everything was going fine until the kitten soon grew into a full-fledged cat, she became more possessive of you and she started to create a wedge between you and Tony. She would leave cat hairs all over Tony's suits, scratch up his shoes, and would purposefully curl up on his side of the bed and on top of his pillow which was the end of the line for Tony's patience. Before you knew it the two had grown a big disliking toward each other but somehow still tolerated one another like some weird mutual respect that you just couldn't wrap your head around.

While you continued to wait for Tony to walk through the door you surfed through the TV channels while C/N was curled up like usual in your lap, your hand on the top of her head, and ran your fingers across her fluffy fur.

Your head turned towards the door while it opened and your eyes lit up seeing Tony walking in, flicking off his sunglasses, looking at the sight in front of him. You could see him sigh in annoyance when he saw the big ball of fluff sitting in your lap but he still couldn't help but smile a bit when he saw your face. C/N's ears perked up sensing him enter the room and she immediately looked in Tony's direction with her icy blue eyes and got up from your lap, her paws started to claw at your sweater sleeve and you hugged the cat tightly while you got up from the sofa cradling her in your arms.

"Long day at work again?" You asked greeting him by stepping closer but as you tried to lean in for a kiss he turned his head away and sneered at the lump of fur in your arms.

"Nope, Absolutely not, get that thing away from me." He said holding his hand out and putting distance between him and C/N.

"Tony seriously?! You won't kiss me because of  C/N?!" You exclaimed trying to walk behind him as he made his way into the kitchen trying to distract himself by keeping busy and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Y/N, I already told you, that little devil you have there and I have no business being in the same room together. Everywhere she goes it's like she is mocking me!” He says giving the cat the side-eye.

"Tony, are you hearing yourself? You're picking a fight with a cat! A cat!" You repeat yourself hugging her closer to your chest, protecting her.

"Oh, so I'm being dramatic that the cat is taking up all your love and affection?! What about my love and affection huh?!" He admits with a clearly jealous tone in his voice it was obvious.

"Tony, are you seriously acting jealous right now? Is that what this is all about?" You question concerned that maybe you really weren't giving him what he needed and you couldn't help but feel as if maybe he was feeling neglected in some type of way.

"Fine! I admit it...I'm a piping hot mess," He confesses putting his hands up in the air like he has been defeated.

"It's been going on for a while now and I didn't want to believe it but everything has been moving so fast and I feel like I barely get to see you anymore and when I do you're usually busy and just...I miss you," His voice gets lower and he looks up into your eyes from across the kitchen counter, him putting his water bottle down.

"I miss us..." Ashamed to admit that the two of you have been growing distant these past few weeks and it's been nothing but work and stress.

Your hand lightly tugs at C/N's fur and you step closer to Tony, you placed the feline on the counter and let her jump out of your arms approaching Tony slowly. Your fingers find their way to his hair raking through his brown locks and you pull his head into your chest as he took a deep breath and rested against your body. You held him close and just took a moment to embrace him, you knew that things were off with you two, you both just sucked at communicating it.

"Tony...why didn't you say anything? I missed you too...The only reason I adopted C/N was that I was feeling lonely with you always out on missions and working that I thought having a pet might make things better and for a moment it did but it was just a temporary band-aid…there is no pet or animal that could ever replace you." You admitted, softly kissing the top of his head and having your fingers run down his nape and toward his neck and shoulder, your hands resting there as he pulled away and looked back into your eyes, his hands having made their way to wrap around your waist.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I'm going to do better...I'm gonna make more time for us. I promise." He said his tone serious while he leaned in kissing your lips and his hands squeezing your waist tightly, your lips relaxing against his.

You had almost forgotten what it felt like to kiss him this passionately and you pressed into it, your fingers curling in his hair and lightly tugging. Your head turned to the side, your tongue sliding against his as the kiss became more intense. You let a moan slip out and before you could get too carried away you pulled your lips away and giving him a smile. Your hands reached back to his face and soothingly stroking the stubble on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry too, I love you so much," Your lips kissed his cheek and you littered his face all over with quick pecks, his lips curving into a big smile.

"Think you can free up thirty minutes for us right now?" You ask almost batting your eyelashes at him.

"That can certainly be arranged." He said with a smirk coming about his face, his hands having snuck their way under your sweater and traveling slowly up your back, his fingers grazing your spine.

"Good because this kitten needs to be taken care of." You bit your lip looking down at your body.

"You better purr for me then sweetheart." He said leaning in, whispering in your ear, his hot breath making your ears red.

Before the both of you could continue teasing each other C/N was still lurking on the kitchen counter and she turned towards the both of you and let out a cute innocent meow which made you giggle in response.

"You're lucky that you're cute or else I would put you up back for adoption," Tony said looking at C/N and pointing while nodding his head and chuckling.

"She is staying and you...you're coming with me." Your fingers touch his tie and wrap around the fabric pulling him towards you and while you pulled Tony closer in the direction of the bedroom, C/N let out a small meow looking back and forth seeing that the house didn't feel so empty anymore but was slowly changing for the better.

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L.MH. — THE EIGHT STAGES OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM.

pairing. lee know x gn reader

genre. angst

warnings. strong allusions to abusive parents, mentions of physical abuse, mild cursing, alcohol, blood (non-graphic), one very implicit death scene.

summary. part of you feels selfish for allowing yourself to have him like this when you are tainted on the inside, your heart spoiled and bruised like overripe fruit. but you pull him in closer all the same. 

length. drabble

word count. 1.5k+

a/n. this piece is heavily inspired by the six stages of falling in love with her, a writing piece that will forever hold a special place in my heart. also, please let me know if i missed any warnings 😭 i tried to include them all but i'm not sure if i missed any.

i. 

you meet him for the first time on the streets. you are only four and your mother is clutching your hand in an iron grip as she tugs you along, chattering to someone on the phone. 

when you try to pull away to loosen her grip, she tugs you closer. 

he is perched on a wooden bench when you first see him, quiet as he sits by his father, who is drunk and laughing with a beer bottle clutched in his hands, surrounded by other equally drunk men. 

he looks as if he would rather be anywhere but there as he curls in on himself, making himself smaller while his father uncaps yet another bottle of beer and you understand that feeling. you catch a glimpse of the dark heat of his eyes when you push past him, calculative and feline. 

you want to know more about this boy who sits by his drunk father in silence and whose eyes mirror those of a cat. 

ii. 

you’re five when you meet him again on a playground. it’s an old playground, with rusty swings and plastic slides that have long since lost their color to the rain. a playground for children whose parents care enough to raise them, but not quite enough to keep from dumping them on a faded playground to sit and wait for the better part of the day. 

he’s crouched over the rotten wood chips when you approach him. messy locks of hair, faded blue jeans. 

he is crying. there is a kitten in his hands.

a filthy, feral kitten with fleas crawling over its eyes and nose and blood matting its orange fur. a dying kitten, its life seeping out of it with every gasping breath it takes. 

“you shouldn’t touch it,” you say. because you once made the mistake of picking up a kitten you found on the road to bring it back home and your mother slapped you twice across the face and forced you to throw it away. because you don’t know anything about this boy, but you still want to keep him from experiencing the smarting pain that bloomed within your chest when your mother lifted her hand and brought it down hard against your cheek. 

he shakes his head and brings the kitten closer. cradles it to his cheek, soaking its knotted fur with his tears. you squat down next to him and hope that his parents never found out that he held a dying kitten close to his chest while sobbing his lungs out, infesting his clothes with fleas. 

when the kitten finally dies, he buries it under the rotten decay of the wood chips. there are crescents of dirt underneath his fingernails when he stands up and brushes off his jeans. 

iii.

his eyes have hardened when you meet him for the third time at thirteen. 

he stares at you from his desk as you stand at the front of the classroom to introduce yourself to the class. his eyes have lost their soft glow, the round innocence he possessed when you met him on the playground. your chest jumps at the sight of him, flickering with recognition. 

you wonder if he remembers you, too. 

it takes you an eternity to muster up the courage to sit by him at lunch. even longer to ask him for his name. 

“minho,” he says, without looking at you. “it’s minho.”

“minho,” you repeat. and you smile. 

iv.

he walks into the classroom with his head held high, pain bottled up in glass jars, eyes defiant and tall. the class stares as he enters and then looks away. 

no one mentions the bruise decorating his cheek during the entirety of physics class. 

you meet him by the school rooftop and take his face in your hands. he looks away from you when you run a thumb across the bruise, wondering who could have possibly dared to hurt someone like minho. 

“you’re angry,” he murmurs as you press a bandaid to the bruise. 

you smile. “i’m always angry.” 

when you are born into a fragmented world, the product of your mother’s unhappiness and your father’s greed, anger becomes your first instinct— a primal impulse to seethe and simmer at the injustice of it all, to ache for something better. to take the pain in minho’s eyes and crumple it into a ball like a sheet of paper, trampling it under the heel of your shoe and leaving it forgotten on the concrete of the school rooftop. 

you dig out the shards of glass from the palms of minho’s hands with tweezers and staunch the bleeding with the hem of your hoodie. running a finger along the torn skin of his palm, you know that this is all you can do. 

v. 

you wonder how he managed to keep his heart all these years. 

the boy in front of you is the same boy from years ago, the boy who cradled a gasping kitten to his cheek even as it was left abandoned to die in the rotten decay of a faded playground. 

the past years have not been kind to either of you. and yet minho is unchanged. 

he is harder, yes, and there is a permanent sheen of weariness pressed to his skin. but his heart is still intact, still whole and smooth inside the cage of his ribs. 

the years have rubbed you raw— numbed you in ways unimaginable, taken whatever softness you ever possessed and hardened it into anger. you know that if someone were to cut open your chest and peer into your ribcage, your heart would be rotten and tainted within your chest, scarred and cracked, barely together by the seams. 

you envy minho for his wholeness. 

you sometimes wish that, just for once, someone could carve open your chest and see a full and unblemished heart beating within your ribcage. 

vi. 

there is moonlight splayed across minho’s skin and laughter bubbling from the corners of your lips, threatening to spill out in curls and wisps of smoke. his lips are pressed against your own as he pulls you in closer, all heated skin and tired eyes. 

the alleyway smells of burnt rubber. 

you brush away the bangs that stick to his forehead as you curl a hand around his cheek, cupping his jaw and brushing a thumb against the scar etched into his cheekbone. minho sighs into your lips and gives you all of him, allowing you to wrap your arms around his torso and press him closer. 

part of you feels selfish for allowing yourself to have him like this when you are tainted on the inside, your heart spoiled and bruised like overripe fruit. but you pull him in closer all the same. 

you are young gods in this moonlight and gods are allowed to be greedy like this, even if they are rotten to the core. 

vii. 

he doesn’t say a word. just silently slips into your apartment after dance practice, hair still slick with sweat, and falls asleep beside you on the couch. you watch as he sprawls out across the couch and allow your endearment to bleed through the edges. 

his head somehow migrates to your lap over the course of a few hours, hair splayed out in a halo around his head. 

you run a featherlight fingertip down the perfect slope of his nose and tell the sleeping boy with the shards of glass ingrained in the palms of his hands that you love him. 

he doesn’t stir from your lap. 

viii. 

he is curled in your lap again, but now he’s sobbing instead of sleeping. 

he opens his mouth to choke out another apology, tears soaking into the cloth of your t-shirt, and you tell him to shut up. because you’re not holding him because you pity him but rather because you would give the world to see the boy in your arms happy and if it means that your cheap gas station t-shirt will get ruined in the process then so be it. 

he presses his forehead to your collarbone and sighs. 

“i hate him,” he says. 

“i hate him, too.” 

“you don’t even know him.”

but do you need to know someone to hate them? if it were up to you, you would have slipped into minho’s apartment long ago and brought his father to his knees. you would have taken him by the chin and forced him to look. to stare. to breathe in minho’s humanness, his pain, and to understand the magnitude of his cruelty. 

look. look at the scars carved into your son’s palms from all the times you got a little too drunk to remember that beer bottles were for drinking from and not for throwing. the scar across his cheekbone from the time your fist connected into his cheek when he came home late from dance practice. look at his brokenness, the weariness that sits heavy against the dark circles underneath his eyes. 

look and realize what you have done. 

you would have taken him by the chin and made him realize his monstrosity. dragged him through the dust and left him on his knees, head hanging low with the heat of his own shame. 

but it has never been up to you. and all you can do is this. 

you hold him closer, and you think that when you are in each other’s arms like this, your brokenness becomes a little less apparent.

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S.D. Choi Jongho: The Mature, Expensive Side of Jongho

mainly based on the Deja Vu era part of FEVER PART 3. somehow this era tapped into the more mature side of jongho that looks expensive and very attractive. so this is why i decided to write about him in that light. side note: "s.d." stands for "sugar daddy".

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WARNING: jongho 4 years older, money-date exchange, fluffy mentions, smut under the gif cut, se*ual favors for money (not s*x work, however), oral (reader giving and receiving), f*repl*y, size training, comfort, c*nd*m method, dom!jongho, sub!reader, sugardaddy!jongho, sugarbaby!reader, fem!reader

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Intro to S.D. Choi Jongho

first off, he was rich from the start due to his well-off family

he went to college and majored in education, yet took over his father's company in a marketing business as the ceo

doesn't mind it however since he can have an excuse to volunteer at the local elementary/primary schools

even though he has money like an old geezer (black beatles, anyone?), he's pretty young

25 to be exact

yet he has the face and the demeanor like an experienced businessman of 25 years (meaning that he had the mental age of 50)

he never expected to be giving money away except for charity work or to spoil his employees with bonus checks once in a while

that is until he saw you

"Dating" S.D. Choi Jongho

he met you in a bar one day and asked you out

he's usually not spontaneous but decided to take his chances that day

you being the waitress at said bar hesitated for a while

did the choi jongho-- the richest person in the state-- ask you, a minimum-wage making senior-year college student, on a date?

after thinking about it, from the way he looked to the way he offered, you agreed

except you told him that you couldn't get him anything

but when he offered you a certain salary every time you'd meet, you couldn't resist, even if you liked being independent

having jongho as a sugar daddy is quite a wonderful thing

his wonderful voice is soothing to listen to

that and he was making 6 figures every month

you felt comfortable with him

when he wanted someone to talk to, he'd call you and you'd show up

most times it was just for him to vent to you about his business matters while you were his listening ear

other times he'd take you to his lovely penthouse and country club to just spend time with you and get to know you better

a lot of times he would show you his volunteering and music side, showing you how he taught the local children to sing and play ukelele

and every time you got time to spend time (a lot of time, sorry lol) with choi jongho, he'd give you his heart and some of his wallet lol

in summary, you got to quit your bar job and just study in school

S.D. Choi Jongho in Bed

you actually suggested to choi jongho to help him with his sexual needs

you researched what sugar babies do for their daddies, and when you saw that they give pleasure, you asked the very moment you guys met the next day

jongho never thought of you as a sugar baby for sexual favors, but you wanting to make him feel good in more ways than one made him happy

at that point you instantly became his girlfriend, and clothes flew off

he's a soft kisser and often discusses the next step with you so that he doesn't take it too far without your consent

when you gave him the go-ahead, you swear you'd be the one feeling the pleasure more

he loves kissing your boobs for some reason

your chest and torso looks very cute and comforting to him, so he would spend time also kissing and lightly nipping on your stomach, making you whine in a little frustration

oral with him feels like no other

you haven't been around with too many guys, but choi jongho would make sure you never thought about any other thing but him

the way he treated your stomach was the way he treated your clit

he'd have to rub your cunt to make sure it was wet enough for him

because the moment he stuck his pointer finger in

you knew it was going to be hard to take his dick

he made you come twice before letting you breathe

but you wanted to please him as well

so while he was letting you catch your breath, you surprised him by taking his cock in your smaller hands and pumping it some

the quiet moans he let out sounded as great as his singing and speaking voice

when you licked his head a little before taking his thick member in your mouth, he groaned especially loud

when he came, he tried to get a small bin for you to spit the come out

but you acted so dirty that you swallowed it

"you really want to please me, don't you honey?"

usually "honey" would sound cringe, but coming from the sexy man in front of you, it made you wet all over again, moaning in response

in response to your response, he picked you up and laid you on the bed

you not being the lightest feather, you were surprised at his strength, which made you gasp in arousal

jongho, smirking, turned to his bedside drawer and took out a condom and some lube

"safety first," he winked, which made you roll your eyes but nod

after the lubing process, when he pushed into you, you almost screamed from the thickness

he noticed some stray tears in your eyes and started wiping them away with his kisses, going very slow as not to hurt you

but not just to keep you safe, but also for him not too bust right then and there

"i think im too small," you breathed out, finally feeling some pleasure after a while

"the more times we do this, the easier it'll get for you to take me," he breathed

turns out he was right

sex would usually be around 2-3 times a month unless you were both pretty stressed

when he found you to take him better he would try more strength-suitable and romantic positions

fucking against the wall while you hugged him tightly

riding him while his hand couldn't leave your waist and ass

one day he felt very romantic and pounded you in the mating position (all with the condom ofc)

when you guys would release, you two would hold hands and kiss throughout, him usually rutting into you until both of your highs were gone

after that choi jongho would smile at you, tucking back your disheveled hair and hug you against him

if not for work in the morning you guys would just cuddle like that, without cleaning up much

but choi jongho is nothing if not a poignant gentleman

he helped both him and you shower and dress in night sweats

"i love you so much, baby" jongho said, kissing the top of your forehead while you lay on his chest, with him rubbing the sides of your arms lovingly

"i love you too, daddy" you playfully said, teasing him with his choice of words, considering the type of relationship you two have

with that he blushed and only hugged you tighter, making you smile while he decided to sing you to sleep

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yess! i finished this in a much shorter time span than i thought i would. i am accomplished! lol

if you have any suggestions, let me know! i can write for other members of ateez if wanted.

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needy for you | kim taehyung

pairing: kim taehyung x male!reader

summary: you're feeling needy but your boyfriend's a ridiculous tease

word count: 6.5k

a/n: hi! so this is my first piece of writing on this blog! feel free to request ^-^ i may not write all of them but any inspo is always fun :)) i noticed there was a severe lack of male!reader fanfics in the community so decided to write some of my own! but i'm also open to writing female readers <3 hope u enjoy! please leave any feedback, i’d love to know what you thought :)) reblogs are very appreciated!

warnings: explicit smut (18+), unprotected sex, dom!top!taehyung, tae’s older than reader, lingerie, sexting, degradation, humiliation, slut/whore usage, hyung kink (+ overuse of it), mentions of exhibitionism, mentions of orgies, size kink, big dick!tae, small dick!reader (+ specific humiliation abt it), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, lil bit of fluff at the very end

Let's be real; Kim Taehyung was hot.

Many describe him as the type of man people fall to their knees for, a statement you definitely wouldn't contest. The sharp curve of his jawline, the fluttering of dark lashes hung over playful eyes. Whether it be his ability to charm anyone in bending over backwards to please him or using that charm to get them bent over in general, it was clear that Taehyung could truly get anyone and anything he wanted – and usually did.

And you were no exception. A teasing touch here, a wink there, and you were already inches away from putting your shame aside and asking him to just use you already. Of course, that would get you nowhere. Your boyfriend was an insane tease and outright asking for it would guarantee a night of sweating, edging, and screaming until your voice was hoarse. No, in order to get what you want, a far more calculated approach was needed.

Which is why you found yourself spread out on his lavish silk bedspread at 9pm on a Friday night. A powder pink two-piece clung to your skin, faintly outlining the delicate curve of your needy cock in the tight lace. Your phone laid next to you, carelessly flung after your intense photo session.

Tae had been so busy recently, hardly having any time to show his baby boy a good time. It really wasn't fair. Every time you attempted to seduce him, the answer would be the same. I'm too busy, I'm too tired. Although you knew how hard he worked and how demanding being an idol was, there was only so long you could go without some kind of release. You'd been so good for so long and had nothing to show for it. You missed the heavy feeling of him on top of you, the grip of his hands digging into your thighs as he spread your legs for him – the teasing slide of his tongue up your cock. Not being able to touch him was driving you crazy and nothing you did satiated the urge.

And so, you took matters into your own hands.

Donning your favourite set of lingerie (one he bought for your birthday), you'd arranged your phone camera and got on your hands and knees on his bed. You'd posed and preened for the camera, ensuring all your best angles were captured and that your desperation could be felt potently through the lens. Bending over for the camera and even going as far as straddling one of the many pillows on his bed, mouth open in ecstasy. After you'd finished, you'd picked up the phone and taken some more... up close shots. One of your hands teasingly trailing up your bare thigh. Another of lips wrapped around your own fingers, the pink flesh shining with saliva. And lastly, a picture of your hand clutching the tight fabric of the blush pink panties, the red tip of your dick just visible above the seam. You sent them with no warning, no accompanying text – nothing to spoil the surprise. After sending them, the response was almost immediate.

taetae <3: Don't you dare move.

And so you didn't. You took your position on the bed, legs spread and arms above your head, your heart pounding in your ears as you waited. And waited. Small tremors coursed through your body in anticipation of what was coming; hopefully in an hour or so, you.

The hope was that Taehyung would be so turned on, so sexually frustrated, that he would have no choice but to take you then and there. Just bend you over and fuck you. No teasing, no taunting, just hard, raw, animal sex. At least, that was the hope.

You closed your eyes in concentration, forcing yourself to stay still and ignore the throbbing of your cock against the scratchy lace. The longer you laid there, the more uncomfortable you became. Taehyung was taking far too long. Over an hour had passed since your riské texts and you were beginning to think you'd made a mistake. What if he planned to leave you here the entire night, pathetically waiting for pleasure that would never come? The thought made you groan, praying to whoever the hell is up there to please get Taehyung here now.

Just as you were debating whether this was really worth it, a distant clunk reached your ears. A door opening. The front door. You felt your entire body seize, cock bobbing excitedly in your panties. Just from a door opening. Pathetic, you thought to yourself, scrunching your eyes tightly closed. You strained your ears, listening to each and every move Taehyung made as he entered the apartment. The rustle of a coat being shed, a few footsteps. A sigh. More footsteps, closer this time. And then, the bedroom door handle was slowly pushed down. An eternity seemed to pass as the door was slowly pushed ajar.

You gulped.

He didn't look happy. His face was completely neutral, but the telltale sign of his lips pressed together gave away his distaste as he stood tall in the doorway. In his suit, he looked incredibly intimidating, his long legs seeming to go on forever while his hands rested gracefully on his hips. He stared at you intently. This was humiliating. A flush rose to your cheeks as you studied your positions. Legs spread in front of him, completely on display as he remained fully clothed. You questioned whether you should speak, but you knew better. Slowly, his hands moved from his hips to the tie around his neck, loosening it as he spoke, his low voice rumbling around you.

"So, would you like to explain what the fuck that was?"

The harsh words were a shock to your system, your stomach clenching as his deep voice went straight to your dick. Silence.

"Really? Nothing to say?" A humourless laugh left his lips like more of a huff, advancing steadily towards you on the bed. "Let me ask you a question," he began, turning to the side while giving you a lovely view of his flawless side profile. "Did I not say that I was going to be busy today?"

You mouth fell open, but no words came out. An impatient sigh was heard.

"I couldn't hear you. Let me re-word. Did you disobey me by bothering me while I was at work?"

Well fuck. At this point you really couldn't tell where this was going to go.

"Um... yes,"

"Yes what?" He asked, turning back to you now only in a shirt and slacks, already working on the first few buttons of the shirt.

"Yes, I disobeyed you... hyung."

A noise of approval left him and one knee came to rest on the bed as he kneeled, now looking you directly in the eyes. You could never get used to how intense his eye contact was. He could see right through you. You shivered.

"I see. That's such a shame baby," he started. "You dressed up so pretty for me, hm?"

You felt yourself preen at the praise, your hips bucking up and arms sliding down from their position above your head, a dull pain from the little movement suddenly piercing you. "Yes hyungie, love dressing up pretty for you..." you said, nothing but a whisper in the room.

"Mm, but you were bad, weren't you? Texting me those naughty pictures at work, looking like a little whore spread out on this bed... I really ought to punish you."

A whine left your lips.

"Oh, you don't like that? Were you really expecting me to come home and give you everything you want when you were so naughty today? Completely disobeying my orders, dressing up and sending me photos like a little slut." Well fuck, this is happening. "That's what you are, hm? A little slut for me."

You bit your lip, nodding and attempting to hide your face in the covers beside you.

"Nuh-uh, sluts don't hide their faces, baby boy. If you were bold enough to send hyung those pictures and spread yourself out for him like this, then you're bold enough to look me in the eyes and tell me exactly what you want."

Taehyung reached forward and took hold of your chin, his smooth hand tilting it up. He also grabbed both of your wrists tightly in his other hand, pulling them up to their original position, your shoulder muscles burning under the familiar pressure. "Go on."

You took a deep breath in. "Want... want you to..." you mumbled, cheeks burning. You could feel him all around you.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you."

"Want you to fuck me hyung..."

Taehyung hummed and invaded your space even further. "Really baby? God, that's so pathetic. Were you that desperate for my cock? That needy for my big cock to fill you up?" For extra effect, he pressed the growing bulge in his slacks against the coarse lace of your panties.

Just the idea of what he said made you let out an accidental moan, the friction against your weeping cock feeling like utter heaven. That's exactly what you wanted. To feel the heavy weight of him inside you, every ridge as he slides in and out of your aching hole. You want him to tell you what a slut you are for taking his dick so easily. You want all of it. So you tell him.

"Yes hyung, I want it so so badly, please fill me up. Please, please, need your fat cock inside me-" you start to blurt out incoherently, watching as his lips turn up into a proud smirk. He pushed his hips harder into your own, shameless whines leaving your lips while you bucked against him. You could feel the hard outline of his cock in his slacks, the fabric straining from the sheer size of him. You felt dizzy as his dick slid against your own, the size difference even obvious through the thick clothing.

"Do you feel that, baby boy?" Taehyung whispered in your ear, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin just below. "Feel how hard my cock is because of that dirty stunt you pulled? God, imagine how it would feel inside that tight little ass of yours. You're always so tight for me baby, hm?"

You sobbed as you ground yourself against him. "Please hyungie please, need it so bad..."

The feeling of Tae detaching himself from your body and standing up shocked you from your lust filled daze. Your eyes followed him in confusion, but soon relaxed as he began unbuttoning his shirt fully before shucking it onto the floor. You admired your now shirtless boyfriend. Those early mornings at the gym with Namjoon and Jungkook were really paying off and you felt the urge to just... lick at his chest, all buffed from his workout earlier. Shaking yourself out of your daydream, you looked back up at him to see that he was staring straight at you.

"As much as I would love to give you what you want... you were really naughty today." He spoke, biting his lip as he slowly massaged the aching erection in his pants. You felt your hopes of a good fuck and a quick orgasm dissipate immediately. "You don't deserve my cock, do you?"

You jolted. "No no no, I do hyungie," you whimpered, writhing on the bed. "I've been so good all week hyung-"

"That doesn't matter. You disobeyed and that deserves a punishment. So, what should it be? Let's think." He began to circle around you, walking leisurely around the bed. "Spankings? Too vanilla. Cock cage? Eh. Ooh, I could shove a vibrator in you and make you cum 'til you cry?" He said, chuckling to himself. You whined in protest. "Maybe not..." He hummed, stroking his chin in mock thought. "Ah... how about-" he said as he began to approach you. He grabbed your head in both hands and looked down at you menacingly. "-I just fuck this pretty little face of yours. Think that'll teach you a lesson, huh baby boy?"

Punishment? More like the best kind of reward.

You nodded your head eagerly, already attempting to smoosh your face into his crotch, moaning at the solid contour of his cock against you. Before he could properly react, you wasted no time in attaching your lips to the tip of his cock over the fabric of his slacks. Taehyung took a sharp inhale of breath but he didn't stop you, allowing you to lick all over where his dick was in his pants. Finally being able to feel it (even if it was through his clothing) makes your head go fuzzy, bringing your hands up to try and undo the buttons.

A sharp sting on the back of your hand stopped you in your tracks.

You looked up, pouting at your boyfriend. "Aw, did I spoil your fun?" He cooed down at you, carding his fingers through your hair gently. "Too bad." A tug on your hair forces a whimper from you. "You won't be getting anywhere near my cock unless you beg for it properly."

A chill went down your spine from his words, the idea of begging for your boyfriend's cock making your own jump in your panties. Taehyung smirked down at you, raising an eyebrow. "Get to it, baby boy."

Biting your lip, you stuttered out a quiet plea. "Hyung... please,"

"Please what? Be specific, slut."

You winced. "Please... please let- let me suck your cock." You sniffle. "Need it so bad hyung, wanna feel you in my mouth... Want to taste you." A groan leaves Taehyung's mouth, tightening his grip on your hair.

"Yeah? God, look at you... On your knees, begging for my cock like a little fucking whore. Truly pathetic, hm?" He shoves your face into his clothed crotch, biting his lip as his eyes roll back. "I wonder how people would react seeing you like this,"

You moaned against his groin at the thought. Fuck, that's hot.

"Mm, you like that, huh? Yeah, the boys had a nice look at those photos you sent me..." Oh my god. "Serves you right for being such a whore. Definitely seemed like they enjoyed seeing you bent over like that. Jimin had to hide his boner for the rest of practice." He chuckled, slowly grinding his hips into your face, the cold metal of his zipper sliding down your skin causing a shiver to run through you. "Bet you wanted them to see. Didn't you? Did you want all the boys to see you desperate, begging for cock through a fucking camera? What would they think if they saw you now, baby boy? You want them to watch? Fuck, that would be hot. All the boys watching me fuck your tiny little throat. Maybe I'd let them take turns in your pretty hole, I've seen the way you stare at Jungkook after his workouts." He chuckled darkly at the moans coming from your throat, muffled by the material of his pants.

"Hyung pleasee," you moaned, grinding your aching cock down onto the bed as you processed his words. "Please let me." You reach back up to his button.

You were finally allowed access. Tae stood back and watched you as you eagerly undid his button and quickly unzipped his pants, pulling them down the thick muscle of his legs. You were almost sure you were drooling as you looked at your boyfriend's dick in his boxers, the huge bulge almost taunting you as you nuzzled against it. You began to press small kisses against his cloth-covered cock, licking and sucking every now and again. This drew deep sighs from above you, encouraging you to continue.

"Baby boy?"

"Mmm?"

"Suck hyung's cock."

Immediately, you pulled down the boxers that separated you and his dick, nearly getting hit in the face as his cock bounced up and hit above his belly button. You'd never get tired of how big he was. He was already fully hard and leaking at his red, pulsing tip. Your eyes grew hazy as you reached out and wrapped your fingers around the base of his dick. Your fingers could only just close around it. It made you feel so small, the scale of his dick compared to your small hands making you feel even hotter all over.

Taehyung grunted as you slowly began to pump his cock, hand sliding against the smooth, tight skin with ease, your thumb circling the tip and spreading pre-cum around it. You could feel Taehyung getting impatient while you continued pumping, his hands that were still on your head beginning to push you towards his cock. "Suck."

So you did. You leaned forward, feeling the heat radiating off his dick. Then, you wrapped your lips around his bulbous tip, moaning in ecstasy as you sank down onto him. The heavy feeling of him finally against your tongue made you feel like you were in heaven, wanting to feel even more of him – as much as he would give you. Your mouth was already stretched uncomfortably around his cock, the slightly salty taste engulfing your mouth and you weren't even halfway down. You swallowed carefully around it, praying to yourself not to gag as you attempt to take him further. Taehyung exhaled with a sigh above you, his hands pushing you even further onto his cock, resulting in a muffled whimper from you before you completely pulled away to stop yourself from choking.

Taehyung clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Tch, what's wrong? Is my cock too big for your pretty little mouth?" You nodded pitifully, tears beginning to form in your eyes as you avoided his gaze. "Aw, poor baby. Acting like a little slut but can't even suck cock properly. God, you're so pathetic. Can't take hyung's big, fat cock, huh? Need hyung's help to take it?"

Again you nodded, looking up at him with sparkling eyes. "Yes hyung, your cock's too big," you whimpered, cheeks flaring in embarrassment as you rested your cheek against his thigh. "Please help me hyungie.."

Before you knew it, you were back on Tae's cock, your throat being stretched to the limit as he forced his thick cock down, controlling your head with both of his hands. Each time he pushed you further down, a muted groan would escape his lips, giving you the encouragement you needed not to pull away. You looked up at him with teary eyes as you swallowed around his dick, forcing a loud whine from him. He slowly stroked your hair, eyes softening.

"God, you look amazing like this. Stretched around my cock. This is what you were made for. Fucking destined to suck my cock like this," he said, biting the inside of his cheek as he pushed you down even further. A gasp was pulled from him as you reached up and started to caress his balls, rolling them in your hand and moaning. "Fuck angel-" Taehyung took a deep breath before pushing you fully down onto his cock. You were now strained around the base of his dick, your nose tickled by the neatly trimmed hair around it. "Taking hyung's cock so well, hm?" You attempted to answer but all that came out was a gurgled hum which made Taehyung chuckle.

Slowly, he began to shallowly thrust into your mouth, holding your head still as he moved his hips up. Steeling yourself, you looked back up at him and god, he was a sight. His mouth fell open, eyes rolling back while he bucked up into you, low groans escaping him as well as the occasionally cuss. He was ethereal. "Fuck baby boy, look at you. You- ahhh- you love my cock, don't you? Yeah you fucking love taking it down your throat, letting hyung fuck your pretty mouth, you little whore, oh my god-" he rambled, eyes closing while his hips fucked faster into your heat. You whined around his dick, grinding your own into the bed to get some sort of release – your panties were getting pretty uncomfortable at this point. You felt the tip of his dick ram into the back of your throat, choking around him. He didn't let up, continuing to thrust into you as he got closer and closer to his orgasm.

You closed your eyes, tears you hadn't even realised were there beginning to slide down your cheeks. You throat was raw, your lips aching from being stretched around his thick length; god, you fucking loved it. You could tell Taehyung was close to coming from the way his moans were starting to pitch as he slammed his hips up into your mouth. His hands began to push your head down to meet his cock, forcing you to gag on his dick due to the pressure. "Ah shit-"

You felt his hips suddenly stop their movements and you were quickly pulled off his cock, whining up at him. He smirked, sweat making it's way down his body as he held the base of his cock tightly to stop himself from coming. "What? Did you want hyung's cum in your mouth that bad?"

"Duh," you pouted, crossing your arms across your chest.

"Uh-uh angel, don't be a brat now. Or I suppose, I could cum in your mouth if you want. I guess you don't want me to fuck your pretty little ass..."

You whimpered, taking one of his hands and pulling it to your mouth, pressing desperate kisses to his skin. "No no, I really need you hyung. Need to feel you so bad..."

He hummed mockingly. "Tch, you need me? What's wrong with your hands, baby boy? Can't get yourself off?" You blushed deeply, looking down at your abdomen and seeing the pitiful sight of your hard cock in your panties. They were nearly completely soaked in your own pre-cum and sweat, adding to your humiliation under his gaze. "Answer me, slut. Do you need hyung to help your little cock cum?"

"Y- yes hyung, I can't... I can't cum without you." You entire face blazed as you spoke, your hand snaking down to massage your own cock in your panties, his comment about it making your length ache even more. Yes, it was true. Compared to Taehyung's ridiculously huge dick, yours would be considered quite small. Quite small being... barely a quarter of Taehyung's length; that was when it was hard. It didn't actually bother you, you had no complaints about your dick size. But there was just something about hearing him humiliate you because of how small your cock is, hearing him call it tiny and useless, him comparing his dick to your own – that made you completely lose control. You hated that it turned you on but you honestly couldn't help it. You couldn't get enough of being made to feel small and helpless.

"Aw don't worry baby, hyung will take care of you. Gonna make you and your precious little cock feel good, yeah?"

A moan ripped from your throat, far louder than any previously. A grin rose to Taehyung's face as he pushed you back down onto the bed before climbing on top of you. He reached down to the sweaty lingerie that clung to your body, first focussing on the lace bralette. "You look like such a whore in this, baby boy. That was your plan, right? Put this on and take photos to seduce me into fucking you..." He fingered the delicate lace, pulling it from your skin just to let it go, the snap on your chest making you wince. He leaned down to you, pressing wet kisses to the parts of your exposed chest, sucking here and there before hovering over you to admire his work.

"Fuck... you look so gorgeous when I mark you. Want everyone to know you're mine, yeah? Want everyone to know who gets to fuck your pretty little hole, who owns your tiny cock," he said breathlessly, eyes blown with lust. You bit your lip, unconsciously grinding up into him, bucking your covered erection into his bare one, moaning at the contact.

"Hyungie please fuck me. Please, I need it so bad, just stretch me already-" you cried, nearly sobbing as you wrap your arms around his neck. He cooed at your pleading, hissing as you grinded the lace against his dick.

"Well, since you begged so prettily..." His hands snaked behind you and unclipped the bralette, peeling it off your body to reveal your chest fully. Immediately, Taehyung attacked your left nipple, sucking and licking and relishing in the whines that left your mouth. Once he'd finished, he made sure to give the same attention to the right. You could tell he was trying to rile you up. And goddamn, it was working.

Taehyung smiled teasingly as you wiggled on the bed, pouting at him to hurry the fuck up. Then, he slowly started to drag his large hands down your body, the slide of him against you shooting goosebumps all over your body. His fingers played with the hem of your panties while he placed messy kisses to your navel. You tangled your hands in his mop of dark curls, pulling his hair lightly in protest. "Please don't tease..."

"Hmmm, but you're always such a tease to me, angel," he muttered before sliding his hands around to your rear, slipping in through the top and tightly squeezing your ass. "Besides... You know you love it."

You gasped as you felt his large hands groping your ass, bucking your hips up to hit him in the chin. Tae took this opportunity to place gentle kisses to the curve of your bulge, looking up at you with playful eyes; feeling the wet fabric against his lips. He finally took pity on you. Taking his hands out of your panties, he slowly began to pull them down your legs, peeling them off your aching dick. The cold air on your scorching dick made you whimper. He threw them to the side of the bed, now kneeling back on his knees to take in the sight of you.

Your entire face was blushing deeply, matching the red, irritated tip of your cock. Sweat rolled down your body from the relentless teasing, faded tear tracks on your cheeks from when he'd fucked your throat – your lips swollen from the same treatment. Hickies were scattered around your body. Your tiny, aching length rested against your mid-pelvis, still pathetically dribbling pre-cum. You were panting and shivering in anticipation, looking up at him pleadingly as he stared down at you lustfully,

"Get on your hands and knees."

You wasted no time in obeying. Quickly, you threw yourself around onto your stomach, perking up your ass for him while leaning on your elbows. Taehyung chuckled.

"Eager much?" He grinned as he reached over into the side draw, pawing around before coming up with a small bottle of lube. Resting on his knees, he stopped behind you.

It was a sight, that's for sure. You on your knees, presenting your ass ready for him. All he could think about was taking you right here and now, no prep – just thrusting into you and fucking you into the bedsheets. Coming deep inside your tight ass. It had been so long since he'd gotten to ruin you. He missed being inside of your tight heat while you moaned and whined for him.

Quickly, he poured a decent amount of lube into the palm of his hand, putting the bottle down to rub his hands together. Next, he wrapped one hand around his hard cock, pumping himself as he stared at your tight hole. He watched as you clenched around nothing. He bit his lip to prevent a groan, finally moving so that his face was in front of your ass. Teasingly, he blew cool air onto your hole. You shivered at the contact, craning your neck back to look at what your boyfriend was doing. Then, Taehyung picked the bottle of lube back up and placed the nozzle near your hole, squeezing so a large amount of lube flowed into your asshole. The cold sensation made you gasp and jolt forward slightly, feeling it slide down onto your balls. Suddenly, you felt something probing your entrance.

Taehyung slowly circled your rim with one of his fingers before pushing it in to the hilt. You yelped at the sudden fullness, grabbing at the sheets in front of you. Taehyung smiled behind you, pumping his finger in and out of your heat. "Aish, you look great like this. A good little slut taking my finger. Can you take another?"

You nodded furiously, pushing your ass back on his finger, encouraging him to add more. "God, you're so impatient," he chuckled, adding another one of his fingers into your ass.

Back arching, you whined loudly as he stretched you out with two fingers, driving them in and out as he moved his other hand back to pumping his own cock. A groan left him. "Shit, you're taking them so well. God- you can take more, can't you? My little whore can take another two, hm?"

The thought of having four of his fingers inside you made you whine once more. "Yes yes, I can hyung! Please, give me more. Want your- ahhhh- want your fingers," you sobbed, your grip tightening on the sheets.

Taehyung wasted no time in fulfilling this request, shoving two more of his fingers in, his mouth falling open at the tightness. "Fuck, you're always so tight for me. God, I don't think you'd even be able to take my cock, angel."

Your eyes widened in panic. "No no, I can take it hyung! I can!"

He tutted mockingly. "No, you can't. You couldn't even suck hyung's cock without his help, let alone take it in this tight little ass. What's the point in hyung fucking you if you can't even take it?" He thrusted his fingers in aggressively, rubbing over your prostate. A loud cry ripped from your throat.

"No, please fuck me hyung. I want your big cock so badly. Need to have it in me, wanna take your big, fat cock please," you sobbed, pushing back on his fingers.

He bit his lip. He reached under you and wrapped his large hand around your cock. You groaned as he enveloped your dick completely with his large hand, your cock barely visible any more. "Aww, look at this. Your cock really is tiny, huh slut? Has the whore got such a tiny cock that he needs someone else to make him cum? Hm? Can't satisfy yourself so you need hyung's fat cock to do it?" His humiliating words made your cock ache even more coupled with his fast strokes and the fingers in your ass. Behind you, he also pressed his cock against your ass, letting you feel how well-endowed he was.

Tears began to pool in your eyes, the embarrassment building up around you. "Y-yes," you said pitifully. "My cock's too little hyung,"

Taehyung chuckled, continuing to pump your cock. "Aw, how cute. Bet you can't even fuck anyone with it. Useless little cock." He squeezed it in his hand causing you to scream. "Ah, sensitive baby? Is it time for hyung to fuck you, pretty?"

You nodded weakly. "Please," you whispered, your muscles aching from holding yourself up and your head in a daze.

"Okay baby," he said lowly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck before finally letting go of your length and carefully pulling his fingers from your ass. You whined from the loss, the cool air hitting your hole. Behind you, you heard the obvious noise of your boyfriend slicking up his hard cock again. You exhaled deeply, allowing your muscles to relax. Your knees ached and as did your neck, but you held your position until Taehyung said otherwise.

"On your back, baby boy."

He took hold of you, one hand on your hip and one on your shoulder, and flipped you around. He spread open your thighs, lifting them up and onto his own as he kneeled on the mattress. His thumb drew small circles on your hip, his other hand on his cock as he lined himself up with your hole. "Ready?" You nodded.

Taehyung slowly pushed his swollen tip past the rim of your tender hole, sighing deeply as his grip tightened on your hips. There'd definitely be bruises there tomorrow. Your mouth gaped as you felt him sink into you. You'd never get used to the stretch from Taehyung's dick, no matter how many times he'd fucked you like this. Each time, you relished in the burn. A whimper left your mouth as he continued to move his hips forward, pushing his cock further into your ass, one of your arms coming up to grip his arm.

"Hyung- it- it's too m-much.." you gasped, your face scrunched from the slight pain.

Tae's hips ceased their movement. "Yeah? I told you my cock was too big for you, baby boy," he smirked. "It's not even halfway yet and you can't even take it." He moved so he was hovering over you, his dick still in your ass. The movement caused him to slide further inside you, making you wince and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Ahh- shit, I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he groaned, forcing himself not to move his hips. He wasn't that cruel. Once he was sure that the pain had passed, he inhaled deeply before pushing in fully. He was now balls deep inside your ass, his hips flush to yours. Your mouth fell open as he slid inside. You closed your eyes, trying to adjust to his large length. You fucking loved feeling this full, having the heavy feeling of him inside you. It was heavenly. The burn just added to how amazing it felt, knowing your ass would be gaping after this. Tenderly, you wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked up into him, moaning into his ear.

"Hyungieeee... please fuck me,"

He groaned, caging you to the bed between his arms, your dick pressed up against his body. The friction made you whimper, trying desperately to fuck down onto his cock. "Aw, is the little slut needy?" He asked cheekily, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. You whined into the kiss, your words incoherent. "Don't worry, hyung will take care of you,"

With that, Taehyung pulled his hips almost all the way out so just the tip was inside you. Before you could complain about the loss, Taehyung rammed his cock into your hole. You let out a breathy whimper and clung to his body as he began to fuck into you. He pistoned his hips against your own, already having found your prostate. He concentrated on that spot, hitting it every time he entered you. It was all far too much. You buried your head into his shoulder while he used your body.

"Fuckkk, you're such a fucking whore, baby boy. God, you love letting me use you like this, hm? Love being my little fucktoy? That's all you are. Just a little sex doll for me to use," he moaned out, slamming his dick into you over and over. He let out loud grunts with each stroke, every so often moaning breathily in your ear.

Reaching around his neck, he pried your hands off of him and pinned your arms down to the bed, completely trapping you below him. He continued to fuck you into the mattress, using you as if you were some kind of flesh light. You loved it. Each time he drilled into your prostate, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your moans getting higher and higher. Before you couldn't hold it any longer. With no warning, you came hard between both of your writhing bodies with a loud wail. Tae didn't stop pounding into you.

"Aw, did you cum already?" He scoffed, watching you whine from the overstimulation. "Well, that's too bad. Just because your pathetic little dick already came, doesn't mean we get to stop. You gotta make hyung come first, slut." You bit your lip, the feeling of him moving inside you plus his degrading words already making your cock start to harden again. He hit your prostate with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a moan from you.

"Wha-"

Tae's arms suddenly latched around your thighs, pulling you both up into a kneeling position. You were on top of his thighs, sitting on his lap as he thrusted up into your tight heat. In this position you could feel him even deeper, every ridge and vein rubbing against you perfectly as he moved rhythmically inside of you. He groped the globes of your ass as he fucked up into you.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned, leaning his forehead against your chest as he chased his orgasm. "I'm gonna cum so fucking hard inside you. Gonna fill you up 'til you're leaking my cum like the fucking cum whore you are. This is all you're fucking good for-"

His hips began to plunge into you even faster, your eyes tearing up at the overstimulation. You could feel yourself getting close again as you tried to meet his thrusts, though it was impossible to match his animal pace. His grunts started to morph into long needy groans as his thrusts got harsher. Each time he thrusted he pushed you down hard onto his dick, using you like a ragdoll as he got closer to orgasm.

"Fuck- fuck, I'm gonna cum," he moaned, sweat cascading down his body as he pressed himself hard against you. "Beg for it. Beg for your hyung's cum to fill you up-" He cut himself off with a high pitched whine.

"Want your cum, please please please hyung-"

"How badly do you want it?"

"Want it so fucking badly, please fill me up." Your words were nothing but gibberish, incoherently screamed against his neck. He groaned.

"Fuck, do you hear yourself. Begging for your hyung's cum like a good little slut- ah shit- Take it, oh my god- fucking take it!" He pushed you down roughly onto his dick, stilling inside you as he shot his thick load into your ass. It came out in spurts, long ropes filling you to the brim as he panted against your ear. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you came with him, your cock pathetically dribbling out your second orgasm of the night.

The pounding in your ears lessened as you both kneeled there, you shaking in his lap – his hands starting to relax their hold on your bottom. Both of your breathing began to slow, matching the others rhythm. Drips of his cum sliding out of your ruined ass made you wince, catching Taehyung's attention after his powerful orgasm.

He locked eyes with you, smiling gently while he brought one hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch, a tired smile gracing your face when you feel his thumb stroking your cheek. You both sat there in silence for a while, Taehyung pulling you close to softly press a kiss to your lips.

"So... did that make up for me neglecting you these past few weeks?"

You giggled. "Mmm, I'm not sure..."

"We should go again. Just to be sure."

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 8) - Good Days, Bad Days

Summary: The reader has a special birthday surprise for Jensen and starts to get to know Jared more. When Jensen returns home from Toronto for good though, he and the reader have their first big fight and make more moves in their relationship...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, angst, fighting, smut

A/N: Enjoy!

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Thursday Night

“So how do you want me?” asked Jensen, leaning against his closet door in nothing but his boxer briefs. 

“Oh well that’s a dangerous question,” you laughed. “Jeans are fine for where I’m taking you.”

“Alright,” he said. He ducked into the closet and returned wearing only a pair of dark jeans, smirking at you with his hands behind his back.

“Being a little shit?” you asked.

“One of my best qualities,” he said. You hummed and went past him into the closet. “So what should I be wearing on this date out?”

“I’m kinda a sucker for you a henley and flannel. Not to let that go to your head at all,” you said.

“Oh you should never watch Supernatural then,” he chuckled, grabbing a long sleeve white henley off the hanger and pulling it on.

“I did sort of start watching it,” you said. “You look like a little baby that hadn’t hit puberty yet.”

“I got better with age, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Oh yes you did,” you said. “I like it. It’s kinda scary but not too bad if you watch during the day.”

“It gets less scary pretty fast,” he said, putting on his red and gray flannel. “I all set?”

“You look very pretty,” you said, walking out with him on your tail. “So does the show end happy? Like they live? It’s got this angsty feel to it where I feel like something bad is gonna happen.”

“Do you want me to spoil it?”

“Dean doesn’t like die, right,” you said. He made a face and you frowned. “No. Why? He doesn’t deserve that.”

“Eh, calm yourself woman. Things could happen in the future...he might not have to die...or he might come back and I really shouldn’t be discussing these things.”

“You’d do more?” you asked.

“Oh for sure. On a streaming network where we get to do all the shit we couldn’t on cable. Get some fresh eyes in on the writing or maybe we’d even take a crack at it. It’s not really an if, more of a when so don’t go worrying about Dean. I like my new friends at work and everybody’s great but I miss Jared and my old ones. I’m definitely working with them again.”

“That’s great! Now come on, move that tush. We have reservations.”

“Reservations. Fancy,” he said. He put on a pair of socks and shoved his wallet in his pocket, following you out to the hall when you spun around. 

“Oh yeah,” you smirked. “You may also have a little birthday surprise waiting for your downstairs so eyes shut mister.”

“You’re devious. I like that. I like that a lot. We should explore that later in bed.”

“Tempting. I’ll have to take you up on that,” you said. “Eyes shut.”

You held his hand and he shut his eyes, going down the hall with you. You went slowly down the steps, Jensen’s arm around you the whole time. You grinned and walked him over to the family room before leaving him in place.

“Open,” you said. He blinked open his eyes, quickly landing them on a grinning Jared standing there.

“How the hell are you here?” said Jensen, Jared giving him a big hug he quickly returned. “Shit I missed you man.”

“Me too. But it’s someone’s birthday this week and I don’t have work tomorrow so I caught a flight up this afternoon. Y/N thought I’d make a good present.”

“Fucking awesome present,” he said, still grinning ear to ear. 

“You doing okay?” asked Jared, Jensen nodding. He gave him another hug and you smiled. “So how’s that crush on the nanny working out?”

“Shut up,” said Jensen, smirking as he pulled you into his side. “Jared. I know you guys met already but Y/N is your soon to be best friend just as an fyi.”

“Oh we’ve already started chatting,” you said, Jared chuckling. “He’s really sweet. I had to legit stop him from jumping on a plane that second when I texted him he thought something was wrong.”

“I think between the two of us we can keep an eye on him,” said Jared. “So you mind if I crash your date?”

“Not at all,” you said. “I’m taking both you boys out. My treat.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” said Jensen two hours later while he excused himself to the bathroom. Jared finished off the last of his beer and smiled as he leaned back in his corner of the booth. 

“You know I’m totally covering this right,” he said.

“Dutch?” you asked.

“I’ll take the alcohol, you take the food.”

“That I can agree to,” you said, glancing over the dessert menu. “I’m really happy you were able to come up to hang out. I know you got your own family and everything and this was last minute.”

“He’s my family too,” he said. “I’d do anything for him. Literally. Don’t ever hesitate to call me, no matter when or where. I’ll be there for him like he’s always been for me.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a smile on his face like that before.”

“I have. You just didn’t notice that night at the bonfire.” You shrugged and he cocked his head. “How long you two been dating?”

“A month or so,” you said. 

“You like him?”

“He’s alright,” you said, smiling before you took a sip from your glass. 

“Thanks for taking care of him lately.”

“Don’t need to thank me for that,” you said, sliding the dessert menu over to him.

“Yeah but I’m still going to,” he said. “I meant what I said earlier. Between the two of us he’ll be okay again.”

“He’s never gonna be the same. He’ll be happy and it won’t hurt as much. But it’ll come back and hit him time to time.”

“There’s a reason he’s my best friend and it’s not just because we worked together for so long. He’s always been there for me and I’ll be there for him. I feel better about him being up here when he’s got someone else watching his back.”

“You had the hard job, not me,” you said.

“He’s come a long way. Doesn’t mean this is a cakewalk though I’m sure.”

“No, you’re right about that,” you said as you spotted Jensen returning.

“You guys order dessert yet?” he asked, sliding in beside you.

“Why doesn’t the birthday boy pick,” teased Jared, handing the menu over to him. “You guys ought to come home for a weekend when you get a chance.”

“It’s kinda a long way to go with the kids for just a few days,” said Jensen. “But we’ll be home soon. Hopefully.”

“I can get you a gig on Walker anytime you want it dude, just ask.”

“Maybe. I kinda want to get with the guys and maybe work on that Supernatural stuff. I need good stuff to look forward to, you know?”

“I do,” said Jared. “As long as you come home eventually I’ll learn to live with just using your jet skis in the meantime.”

“See what I’ve been dealing with for over a decade?” asked Jensen.

“Oh yes. He’s horrible,” you teased. “We really shouldn’t have him sleepover then, should we?”

“You’re staying at the house?” asked Jensen with a grin.

“Duh. I didn’t just fly a thousand miles to not see you dude. I’m here all weekend. Let’s have some fun.”

“Boys I’m heading to bed,” you said around two in the morning. 

“Yeah we ought to go to bed ourselves,” said Jared.

“I’ll grab you some sheets and stuff,” said Jensen. You waved goodnight to Jared, heading down the hall towards your room when Jensen wrapped an arm around your waist. “I thought you were gonna sleep with me from now on.”

“I am. Want to check something real quick.”

“Hurry back,” he said. He kissed your temple and ducked into his room, leaving you in the hall. You went down to your own and checked your email, smirking when you saw what you were looking for. A rattling of fingers on the door made you glance up, Jensen smiling there. “Texting your other boyfriend?”

“No, I sort of...submitted one of my stories to a publisher. They’ve been talking to me this week and said they’d get back to me today on if they wanted to move forward. They want to do a five book deal. I already have the stories done and mostly drawn anyways. They gave me an offer just now.”

“That’s awesome,” he said. “Seriously. We’re gonna celebrate tomorrow for sure.”

“It’s no big deal,” you said.

“It really is,” he said. He picked you up and grinned, carrying you back to his room. “I’m proud of you.”

“They’re stupid stories,” you said.

“I love those stupid stories,” he said, setting you on the bed. “The kids do too.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re supposed to say that.” You set your phone on the nightstand and crawled under the covers, Jensen pulling you into his chest when het got underneath.

“My children think their mom is really okay now. They don’t get sad anymore and they ask questions about her again and I don’t want to cry every time I talk about her because your story reminded me that the wolf dad can be happy again for him too. That’s really fucking important to me right now in life.”

“Okay Papa Wolf,” you said. You grinned and he returned it. “Night Jensen.”

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

Two Months Later

“Hey Jared,” you said as you answered your phone. “What’s up?”

“Jensen at work?”

“Yeah. Late night again,” you said. “He’s answering texts between breaks I think.”

“Cool,” he said.

“You need something?” you asked. 

“No, no. I’m good,” he said. “Thanks. I’ll catch you later.”

“You doing okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. Just want to talk to him for a minute,” he said. He was a little quiet and you sat down on the couch. 

“You want to talk to me?” you asked.

“That’s okay.”

“Jared...Jensen and I are starting to get serious which means we’re gonna be together a lot considering how you two can’t go more than a day without talking. We can be good friends too,” you said. He was quiet and you hoped you hadn’t sounded too corny.

“I uh, I have bad days sometimes. Really normal days can be bad days in my head. It’s kinda how I was built I guess,” he said. 

“Nothing wrong with that,” you said. “Today a bad day?”

“Kinda. Nothing happened. I had a normal day at work and home. I’m just off. He um...Jensen makes me feel better as lame as that sounds. Just talking for a few minutes helps my head get on track that somebody really does care.”

“He’s very good like that,” you said. “I know you mean the world to him. You’re his brother. It’s not lame that he makes you feel better. You make him feel better too. I owe you a lot for taking care of him after the accident.”

“I much prefer when I’m the one freaking out and he takes care of me,” chuckled Jared. “You guys coming home soon?”

“He’s got a few weeks left of filming but I might head down a little earlier, try to get the house sorted out down there with the kids and stuff,” you said. “He’s literally counting down the days.”

“He really likes working on the show though I thought.”

“Oh he does but he’s got a big circle on the calendar for the fifthteenth called Jared day. I think your boy is planning something fun.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said. “You mind if I ask a personal question?”

“Shoot, buddy,” you said, stretching in your seat.

“Do you love him?” he asked. 

“Going full throttle out of the gate I see,” you said.

“I know. I know how he talks about you though. There’s no...casual relationship with him.”

“Well I haven’t said it to him yet and he hasn’t said it to me so...maybe another time I’ll be able to answer that question.”

“It’s been almost four months. You get to spend more time together than most couples starting out. I’d think you know by now,” he said.

“I do. But he deserves to hear it before anyone else,” you said. 

“So you love him.”

“Most things I love have a habit of going away,” you said. 

“He won’t,” he said. “You do more than make him happy, Y/N. A lot more.”

“I just wish he didn’t hurt.”

“He hurts a lot less lately. Some of that’s time and some of it’s you. Enjoy being one of his best friends. He doesn’t let that many people in that close.”

“I know. We were supposed to be talking about you I thought.”

“Eh, sometimes I just need the talk. Thanks. I got somebody else I can call now too.”

“It’s never a problem,” you said.

“It’s getting late there. I’ll let you go. Thanks for talking, really. I feel better.”

“Anytime Jared.”

“You too, Y/N.”

Three Weeks Later

“Doug you’re a lifesaver,” you said as finished washing Jensen’s truck in the driveway back home in Austin. He smiled as he wiped off his hands and gave Arrow a wave goodbye. 

“I owed you for that 3am incident,” he said. “You got easy kids. Mine are vultures.”

“Yes, yes they are,” you laughed. He gave you a kiss on the check and smiled as he headed back for his car, another one coming down the open driveway. “Later Doug.”

“Later,” he said. Jensen exited the back of the car along with his backpack and a suitcase, the car pulling out, Doug following after.

“Hey. How was the flight?” you asked.

“Who was that?” he asked, dropping his bags on the pavement.

“Oh that’s just Doug. He’s a nanny. I needed an extra set of hands today watching the kids trying to finish up these chores before you got home and it was perfect timing,” you said. You smirked and walked over to kiss him, Jensen taking a step back. “Something wrong?”

“You kissed him.”

“No. I didn’t. He kissed my cheek,” you said. Jensen narrowed his eyes and you scoffed, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “Seriously? He’s my friend.”

“That kisses you.”

“He’s affectionate,” you said. “Also he’s kinda married so you can tone it down with the judgemental looks.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. You’re right. You should be able to kiss whoever you want despite being in a relationship,” he said. He grabbed his bags and brushed past you inside. You grumbled and went after him, finding him upstairs in his room. “What?”

“What stick is up your ass today? I haven’t seen you in almost three weeks. None of us have and you’re in a bad mood.”

“I was perfectly happy until I saw you kissing somebody else.”

“I wasn’t kissing him!”

“It didn’t look like that from my perspective.”

“Jensen.”

“Is this just a little game to you? You get bored of the older guy with kids finally?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Or maybe you just got caught finally.”

“I don’t cheat,” you said, getting in his face. “He kissed my cheek. I’ll call him to come back and explain this situation right now but I apparently you just think I’m a cheater.”

“Well maybe you are. Geez, we’ve been together over four months and no real sex yet? Cause that’s not sending red flags.”

“Because you weren’t fucking ready!” you shouted. “I’m not your wife and I’m never gonna be her. Don’t be mad at me for it.”

“No that’s for sure,” he said.

“The kids are in the front yard. Don’t expect me back today,” you said. You stormed downstairs and into your room, shoving some things in a bag before taking your purse and getting behind the wheel of your car. 

You were seeing red by the time you were out of the suburbs. You slammed your hand against the wheel and shouted.

“You fucking asshole,” you said. You sniffled and drove for a bit before finally pulling off. You drove down a long road, rolling your eyes when of course you passed by his brewery. You’d never been but he’d told you about it more than once. You kept going down the road, eventually finding a park to pull into. You shut off the car and shut your eyes, a knock on the window making you jump. You put down your window when you saw a cop there and did your best to wipe off your face.

“You’re double parked,” he said. 

“What?”

“You’re parked on the line,” he said. 

“Sorry,” you said. 

“Bad day?” he asked.

“Something like that,” you said. You could feel snot threatening to drip down your nose, the officer reaching into a pocket and handing you a tissue. “Thanks.”

“Best not to drive when you’re upset,” he said.

“Yeah. I’m just gonna sit here for a little while,” you said with a nod.

“Probably not a great idea to sit in a car next a playground,” he said. “The mom’s are kinda intense around here.”

“Of course they are,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Why don’t you move your car and you can join me on my patrol,” he said. “It’s only a short walk. Fresh air might do you good.”

“Last time I talked to another man my boyfriend sorta freaked out on me so maybe not a good idea,” you said. You blew your nose and realized what you’d said, the officer staring down. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Why don’t we take that walk so I can find out what you did mean.”

Two minutes later you were walking next to the cop. He had a baseball cap on and was in all black. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t boiling considering it was May in Austin.

“This boyfriend got a name?”

“You gonna run his name or something?” you asked.

“Do I need to?” he asked. You shook your head and he smiled. “He the jealous type? He get angry over you talking to other men?”

“It’s complicated.”

“If it doesn’t get uncomplicated I might have to pay this boyfriend a visit you understand.”

“His wife died last June.”

“Okay. I understand part of the complicated thing now.”

“Why’s he gotta be a dick? Called me a cheater,” you said. You crossed your arms and the cop chuckled. “Sorry.”

“As long as you don’t call me a dick we don’t got a problem. Did you cheat on him?”

“No. He...he works away and he just got home today and my guy friend was over helping me with watching my boyfriends kids while I did some chores and my guy friend is like, a really affectionate guy and he kissed my cheek as my boyfriend was coming in and my boyfriend thinks I was kissing him back and been cheating on him for the past three weeks.”

“Why don’t you just call the guy friend over to explain?”

“He got so pissed so fast and accused me of cheating. I’ve been dating him for nearly five months and he brings up the fact we haven’t had sex yet like that even matters when I’ve been holding back for him and he just blows up on me for fucking nothing,” you said.

“You’re both stubborn people, aren’t ya,” he said.

“Maybe,” you grumbled.

“Maybe this guy is scared and looking for a way out of the relationship. Or maybe he thinks you want out. You mentioned kids. That’s not easy.”

“He’s also...older. There’s an age gap. I was the nanny and now I’m the girlfriend nanny. He’s also kinda...famous,” you said.

“So there’s a lot of stress in this relationship then.”

“No,” you said, dropping your arms to your sides. “It’s not like that.”

“Maybe the dumb bastard just got scared of losing someone again,” he said. “Just a theory.”

“I wish he wasn’t scared,” you said. “I don’t know how to make him not afraid.”

“You ever think maybe he said that because you’re getting in there pretty good now and he’s getting real scared that losing you might hurt just as bad as this wife did.”

“He’s an idiot. But he’s my idiot,” you said. 

“Talk to him. Get an apology and try to forgive him.”

“I already forgive him. I know him. He was scared and I got mad instead of realizing after so many weeks apart all he needed was a freaking hug.”

“Then go home and give him a hug,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said with a nod. “I must have looked like a hot mess or something.”

“Oh for sure,” he chuckled. You smiled and he laughed. “That looks better.”

“Jensen probably left like five messages on my phone by now,” you said. The cop you were with paused and smiled. “What?”

“A kinda famous Jensen. There’s really only one of those in town,” he said.

“Oh. Yeah. Please don’t share that he’s dating. He really wants to keep things private for a lot of reasons right now,” you said.

“He’s my buddy.”

“Your buddy?”

“We went to school together,” he said. “In tenth grade he went for a slide on second base, ripped his pants right down the middle. His hanes bright blue covered ass still managed to get around to home base.”

“He split his pants in a baseball game?” you smiled.

“I know quite a few of his dirty secrets,” he said. “I don’t really know that whole acting thing but him I know and that must make you Y/N. You ever in trouble kid, ever just got a bad feeling and want a cop to come by, give me a call.”

“Thanks,” you said as you took his card. “You really think he’s a dumb bastard?”

“Oh knowing it’s him, 100%. Give him a break. We like him when he smiles,” he said.

“I’m gonna give him a call,” you said. “We should hang out sometime now that Jensen has a break.”

“Definitely. I gotta finish my patrol,” he said. “Take care Y/N.”

“Bye,” you said as you headed back towards your car. You pulled out your phone and saw seven missed calls and twelve unread texts. You tapped the screen and put the phone up to your ear, only ringing for a second.

“I’m sorry,” said Jensen.

“Me too.”

“I’m the one that...shit I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what happened.”

“You missed me and you were scared and seeing Doug probably hurt like a bitch,” you said.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to be the stupid jealous boyfriend.”

“I’m not too far from your brewery if you want to meet there. Get a beer. Blow this over,” you said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. Stop apologizing. I want to give you a hug,” you said. 

“I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes?” he asked.

“I’ll see you soon honey.”

“Hi,” said Jensen as you sat at a quiet table in the back, sipping on a beer and eating a piece of pizza. You smiled and stood up, giving him a hug. He tucked his head down and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey we survived our first big fight as a couple,” you said. “That deserves beer and pizza.”

He sat down next to you, forcing a smile on his face. You reached over and cupped his cheek, Jensen turning into it. 

“Please forgive yourself,” you said.

“I don’t really want to,” he said.

“You called me a cheater. I get what I want today and that’s for you to forgive yourself.”

“I don’t know why I said that.”

“Jensen,” you said, stroking his cheek. “I love you.”

He stared at you, a different look in his eyes, the tiniest sliver of a smile peeking through. You inched closer and slid your hand around to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He felt softer than usual, lips barely moving against yours. 

“I love you,” he said. He wrapped his arms around you and grinned. “I have loved you for a very long time.” You kissed him again, Jensen returning it. 

He left his arm around your back, smirking when you did the same to him.

“Can we forget about earlier?” you asked. He nodded and rested his head on your shoulder.

“One last I’m sorry though,” he said.

“Just don’t call me that again and we’re all good, Jens,” you said. “Now eat some of this pizza so I don’t feel like a glutton.”

“I don’t have to slip into a superhero costume any more so dad bod here I come,” he chuckled.

“Does that mean Solider Boy meets some untimely end?”

“No spoilers,” he said. “But I don’t think I’ll be going back to that show. At least as often. I know I want to direct an episode of walker in the fall. I talked to Jared about it actually so that’ll be fun. I might do a duck and run guest appearance on it. I’ll line up something for next year but I want to be home for awhile, do work around here.” 

“I know quite a few people who would be more than okay with that,” you said. 

“Don’t make any plans for Saturday,” he smirked.

“I thought you were having your Jared day tomorrow.”

“Oh we are. Gen invited you and the kids over. She’d like to get to know you. You’ll love her,” he said.

“So what’s Saturday then?” you asked.

“I’d like to take you and the kids out on the boat. We haven’t been since before the accident. Maybe we can go out for dinner and put up the tent in the backyard, have a sleepover out there with the kids.”

“That sounds fun.”

“And...I’d like to maybe next week take you out for the day, just us, maybe...spend the night somewhere,” he said.

“Like a hotel?” you asked.

“Yeah. Or the kids can have a sleepover at Jared’s. Maybe.” He glanced down and you moved your arm from his back, reaching behind yourself to hold his hand. Green eyes flickered over to yours and you smiled. “I’m-”

“You know if you keep apologizing about earlier I’m not going to have sex with you,” you said. “That’s just facts.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “No more apologies. Aside from...I really am sorry about what I said. I’m the one that’s been holding back and not once have you asked for more.”

“We said we’d take it slow and that’s okay,” you said. He squeezed your hand and nodded. “I don’t like you because you’re attractive or your hair is great or your arms are massive. Having fun with you is fun but that’s not why I’m here.”

“I don’t know if I can give you things you want,” he said.

“Just give me you and that’s good with me,” you said.

“Okay,” he said quietly. You scooted closer to him, Jensen tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Let’s do it now.”

“Uh, what?” you said, taking a sip from your beer.

“The kids aren’t home and I don’t want to wait and-”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you said, knocking back your beer and flipping the cardboard down over your pizza. He stared and you burped, picking up the box. “There’s like six slices left and this is too good to waste, even for sex.”

“You have literally never been more attractive than in this moment,” he said. 

“I could be.”

“I’ll see you at the house in twenty?”

“Yes you will Ackles.”

Forty minutes later you hand was slapping against his headboard, legs squeezed so tight around his waist you were shocked he wasn’t complaining. You moaned loudly as he teased your clit and he delivered one more hard thrust. He grunted as you gripped his shoulder with your other hand.

“Jensen,” you breathed out. “I’m right there. Please, please, please…”

You arched your back when he thrust hard, fingers rubbing just a bit rougher and you came all around him, every muscle tensed and riding out that high, long, deep, absolutely perfect orgasm. Jensen thrust a few more times before he groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, big panting breaths fanning over your skin. 

He was sweaty but pulled out slowly, plopping down on the bed beside you, hand resting on his chest.

“I don’t know about you but that was good,” he said. “Damn good.”

You giggled between breaths, nodding your head slightly. You tilted it over towards his, Jensen already staring at you with soft hooded green eyes. 

“Definitely damn good,” you breathed. His lips tugged up into a smile, warm and gentle, his head inching closer to you. You sat up and leaned down to kiss him, Jensen breaking off when he needed air. You trailed a finger down his chest before climbing out of bed and excusing yourself to the bathroom. After you cleaned up you found Jensen chucking the condom in the trash and wiping himself off quickly. 

“Come here you,” he said. He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the bed, laying you down carefully. “I’m big on after sex cuddling just so you know.”

“I find that to be a very attractive quality,” you said as he lay down. He reached down to the end of the bed and grabbed the bunched up blanket, pulling it over the two of you. His arm slid under your head and he pulled you into his side, encouraging you to use him as a pillow. “You’re warm.”

“So are you,” he said. He kissed your temple and let out a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I never thought I’d be able to do that ever again. Let alone not feel bad about doing it,” he said.

“You okay?”

“I’m great,” he said. “Really. I know Dee would have been telling me to not worry so I didn’t. I don’t...I feel like I can talk about her again, you know?”

“You used to call her your wife a lot. Recently you’ve been saying her name more. I think you really are healing, Jensen.”

“I knew the second you left earlier I messed up. I dropped the kids off at Jared’s and then I wound up at the cemetery. I saw these purple flowers there. It’s kinda a different flower but they were her favorite. I’ve only ever told one other person those were her favorites,” he said. You traced your finger over his pec and rested your palm flat on his chest. “Why’d you put flowers there?”

“Why wouldn’t I Jensen?”

“That’s how I knew I can stop being so scared when it comes to you. Purple fucking flowers. You’re just…”

“I love you too,” you said, giving his whole body a squeeze. He returned it, holding you for a long time, neither one of you saying a word. It wasn’t until you noticed the light starting to change in the room that you both moved. 

“Y/N,” said Jensen when you sat upright. You looked over your shoulder, a smile on his face. “Do you want to stay upstairs with me from now on instead of your room? It’s okay if-”

“I’d love to,” you said. “To be honest, I slept up here the other night.”

“You did?” he asked as you nodded.

“I missed you.”

“Me too,” he said.

“I know three little faces that really missed you too,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Let’s go get the rascals.”

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A/N: Read Part 9 here!

[witcher-and-his-bard-archive]

Everybody Knows It

Pairing: Geralt x original female character, Geralt x Jaskier Warning(s): sex work, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, a whole lot of smut Rating: explicit

Summary:  When Geralt visits a brothel, he brings Jaskier along to keep him out of trouble, but it ends up being far more of a prize than a punishment.

For @writinglizards​. Thank you for pushing me to finally write one of these, I’ve been wanting to for months

It's not that Jaskier's been causing more problems lately, per se, but trouble does seem to find him everywhere these days. It started with an angry husband back in Hagge (the wife he had slept with months prior, but Geralt hardly cared to listen). Then there was the innkeeper whose son Jaskier had slipped away with one night, much to his father's displeasure. Then a blacksmith, a herbalist, a ferrier. All still angry about things that took place days ago or longer. And now on top of all of that, Geralt is angry with him. Angry enough to not let him out of his sight, but also not angry enough to keep him away from the brothel, which seems odd. It's not until they arrive that Jaskier realizes he will be accompanying Geralt and he struggles to see how this is a punishment.

The worker who greets them is stunning, as beautiful as any queen or princess Jaskier has ever known with long red hair flowing down to her waist. She takes them to a room tucked away in the corner and lets them in first, slapping Geralt's ass as he passes. The two of them are very familiar and Jaskier assumes they've seen each other before. He knows it's not easy for Geralt to find a brothel that will take him so once he does find one, and a woman he likes, he must stick to that. Which also explains why he's so grouchy, because it's been months since they've been back in Vizima.

The girl - Katja - guides Jaskier back into a chair at the back of the room and he's immediately turned on by her presence. She's forceful with only the lightest touch and he would pay a hell of a lot to spend the night with her. But he sits where he's put, in perfect view of the bed. He supposes the room is set up that way on purpose, so those who only like to watch can be present without having to participate, but he doesn't know how he's going to survive.

"Are you okay being involved?" she asks and Jaskier's mouth goes dry. For a man whose words are his livelihood, he's certainly short on them today. "Geralt likes being watched and he likes being reminded of it. Sometimes I have another girl come in, but if you're okay with it...?" She lets the sentence trail off and Jaskier nods. She chuckles softly.

"Anything you're not okay with? Touching? Kissing?"

"Anything," he manages, "for Geralt, nothing's too much." She smiles peculiarly at him. It's the same kind of smile he's seen on Eskel or, slightly more irritably, on Lambert which… doesn't make sense.

"And with me?"

"Anything." Katja's smile morphs into one of amused pleasure and she tips forward, bracing herself on his thighs. Her breasts hang in front of his face and he wants to touch, wants to lean forward and kiss her soft skin, but he holds back. They're here for Geralt.

"You'll get your turn," she says sweetly, "I'm not going to leave you wanting." She dips forward, catching his lips in a firm kiss before pulling away.

Katja then turns her attention to Geralt, crossing the room to press up close, and running her hands up his chest. From where he sits, Jaskier can see the way Geralt's eyes widen a little, the way he swallows hard and drops his gaze to meet her eyes. She's only a little shorter, but the fact that she looks up to him and Geralt still submits wholly without being told is something Jaskier didn't need to know. His cock stirs in his trousers and he grips his thighs, shifting to lean back in his seat.

"It's been a while," she hums and Jaskier doesn't hear Geralt's response, but he sees the way his eyelids flutter as she runs her hand down his chest.

Without speaking, Katja turns Geralt around and guides him to the bed, pushing him back until his knees hit the frame. Jaskier watches in wonder as Geralt moves fluidly under her touch, not even a note of hesitation as she presses on his chest and he drops to sit on the edge of the bed. Up until now, Jaskier could never imagine Geralt letting anyone have that kind of power over him, but here's a sex worker from Vizima just smiling prettily at him and pushing him around like some sort of doll. And fuck if that isn't a little hot.

She spreads Geralt's knees apart, pressing down on them as she pushes between and then she's dropping to her knees, hands slipping down the backs of Geralt's calves. He's still fully dressed, but it doesn't seem to bother her any; clearly, Katja knows what she's doing. She reaches up, stroking Geralt through his trousers and even from here, Jaskier can see that he's hard, his cock pushing up obscenely against the rough material. He's always tried to avoid looking directly at Geralt's cock out of respect when they're naked around each other, but he knew he was big and now he can't keep his eyes off of him. Even Katja in her silk and lace - and very little of it - can't keep him from biting his lip at the sight of Geralt's hard prick.

"Oh," she breathers, tipping her head back to look up at Geralt, "you are happy to see me."

"Always," Geralt says and it sends a shiver up Jaskier's spine. She does know what he wants. They've done this before.

"Mm, you spoil me, Geralt." She squeezes him through his trousers and Jaskier can see the way Geralt's expression pinches up, the way his fingers curve a little tighter around the sheets.

He leans back on his hands, watching Katja work and the arousal is already clear in his face. Jaskier hadn't noticed it earlier, so either Geralt really likes her or he's been in need for a while now. The latter causes mixed feelings and Jaskier isn't sure how to deal with them, so he ignores them, pushes them aside and focuses on Katja's hand, pressing more firmly down on Geralt's cock.

She lingers there for some time, working him up to full hardness until his trousers are pulled taut around his impressive erection and Jaskier can barely breathe for the thought of seeing it naked. Then, slowly, she rises to her feet, pressing her hips back in a way that makes Jaskier's cock twitch against his thigh. she runs her hands over Geralt's thighs, right up to his ships and leans in over him.

"Better get you out of these," she says, "don't want you making too much of a mess just yet."

And fuck, the mental image that leaves. Jaskier has been more than respectful, he thinks, considering the discrepancy in times Geralt has barged in on him naked and vice versa, but he has, on occasion, imagined what Geralt would be like when he gets worked up. He puts on a strong face, but Jaskier has always imagined him more docile in bed, giving but needy and the thought of him wet and leaking is too fucking much.

Heat prickles at the back of his neck and Jaskier has to squeeze his leg again to keep from touching himself. He wants to; the thought of getting off watching Geralt fuck someone is unbelievably tempting, but he knows he shouldn't. He hasn't been invited here, he's been brought along only to keep him out of trouble. And getting his cock out when he shouldn't is usually what gets him in trouble.

But he would so happily climb up there, even just to sit behind Geralt and hold him while Katja undresses him. She's got his trousers unbuttoned now, teasing the head of Geralt's cock where it pokes between the flaps. He's still covered by his smalls and Jaskier nearly groans when he catches a glimpse of the dark spot where his cock presses out. He is wet. Fuck.

Katja leans forward, pressing her mouth to the fabric and kissing the covered head. Geralt whines under her and Jaskier can see how he holds his hips down, keeps himself from bucking up against her mouth. He can't imagine having that kind of control over a man like Geralt, and without even having to say a word, he just knows. She doesn't torment him for long, though, tugging his smalls down with his trousers and Jaskier can't focus on anything but Geralt's cock as it bounces free, bobbing between his body and the mattress.

He bites down on his bottom lip and tries to tear his gaze away, but Geralt is huge and hard and Jaskier would almost risk the consequences to cross the room and get his mouth on him right now. But Katja beats him to it. She ducks her head and Jaskier can't see past Geralt's thigh - not that the view is one to complain about - but whatever she's doing, Geralt is thoroughly enjoying.

His fingers clench in the sheets and his eyes drop shut and he's so fucking sexy it's unreal. Jaskier quickly shucks off his doublet, dropping it to the floor because it's much too hot for it now. He watches Geralt's face, watches the little shifts in his expression as Katja slips from the base up to the head, suckling just at the very tip until Geraly is moaning outright, any hesitation long forgotten. He sounds beautiful like this, so lost in pleasure already that he's either forgotten about Jaskier or just doesn't care anymore. The latter, he suspects, because Geralt is always aware of his surroundings.

Katja gets a hand around him, stroking firmly but slowly, though she refuses to take any more of him into her mouth. Initially, Jaskier thinks it's because she's unable to - and who could blame her? - but he realizes, as she teases sinking lower, that she wants Geralt to ask for it.

Something about it shoots hot and true, straight through Jaskier because Geralt doesn't ask for things for himself. He's practically incapable of it. But he moans loudly and Katja squeezes him hard and he drops his chin to his chest with a mumbled please.

"Please what?"

"Suck me," he moans, "fuck, Kat, please."

"Mm, you are hard up aren't you? You need it that badly?"

"Yes, fuck."

"How badly."

"Fuck," Geralt groans again, "so badly. 'S been too long."

"How long? When was the last time you touched yourself?"

For the briefest moment, Geralt's eyes flick over to Jaskier and Jaskier feels like he can't breathe. Not forgotten about, then.

"Couple weeks ago."

"That is a long time. Why don't you tell me about it?" Geralt groans and Katja hums in amusement. "Tell me about touching yourself and I'll let you come in my mouth."

There's a strangled moan that follows, but Jaskier is unsure if it comes from him or from Geralt. It goes unacknowledged, but Geralt shifts uncomfortably.

"We were in Cintra, visiting a friend."

"You and Jaskier?" Katja asks, turning to smile slyly at him. Geralt nods. "Go on."

"Jask was performing, I- I told him I was going to lie down. The business of cities is too much sometimes and I told him I needed to rest but-"

Jaskier holds his breath, afraid to miss a single word. He remembers this, remembers Geralt acting strangely before the banquet, but he never pressed as to what was wrong.

"But?" Katja prompts and Jaskier would die for her.

"I was so fucking horny. I'd been hard half the ride there, thinking about-'' he cuts himself off and switches tracks. "Needed to get off and I wasn't going to find anyone to fuck in Cintra, so I ha to do it myself."

"A shame, my sweet, I would have loved to ride this pretty prick for you. But, you're missing some very important details." She slips her fingers up the length of his cock, pressing the tip of one into the slit and Geralt whines. "What made you so horny that day? What were you thinking about that got you hard?"

"Fucker wouldn't stop playing," Geralt mumbles, so soft that Jaskier nearly misses it over the blood rushing in his ears. "Couldn't stop thinking about his fingers, how they'd feel on my cock or-"

"Go on."

"-inside me."

"Oh, I bet they'd feel delightful, my pet. Continue. How did it feel before you arrived? Bet you were wet, weren't you?" Geralt nods weakly.

"Godsdamn nearly come in my trousers with the saddle pressing against my prick."

"Did you like that? Like the thought of Jaskier right next to you, oblivious to how fucking hard you were because of him? I bet you did, didn't you? You wanted to come." Katja leans up close, pressing against his cock and whispering in his ear. Jaskier is too far to hear what she's saying, but Geralt whimpers at it, hips shaking with the effort to keep them still.

It doesn't matter what she says because Geralt's reaction is enough and Jaskier's already reeling from the confession. He is very good with his hands and if he'd known Geralt wanted a demonstration, he would have been more than happy to oblige. Still would be at any given time.

"Tell me the rest, tell me about getting your hands on your cock and I'll suck it."

"Couldn't wait," he mumbles, "barely got out of the main hall before pulling it out."

"Anyone could have seen you," Katja grins, "Jaskier could have seen you."

"Didn't care. Needed to come so badly."

"Did you think about him while you pleasured yourself?"

"Mm," Geralt admits and Jaskier's mind breaks a little. Geralt thought about him with his hand on his prick. "Hard not to. Could hear him from the other room."

"Oh, and I bet you liked that, didn't you? Tell me Geralt, did you get wet for him? Did you even need slick or did you just jerk off right there in the hall?" Geralt whines again, dropping his head forward and Katja nips at his jaw.

"I did. Couldn't help it."

"Mm, I bet that was a pretty sight to see. A lot of people would be delighted to find you on your knees with your cock in your hand. Bet Jaskier would be delighted to see that, hm?" she turns to him for a moment, a sly smile on her face, and then- "but a promise is a promise-" without another word, Katja drops, taking half of Geralt's cock into her mouth without hesitation.

This time, he does buck forward and Katja doesn't even try to stop him. She lets him fuck into her mouth until she's nearly taken all of him and then stops and presses his hips down. Geralt shudders and she just holds him there as she pulls back, painfully slowly even for Jaskier who is only watching.

His own cock throbs now, precome gathering at the head, but he doesn't dare touch himself. As soon as Geralt is done, he's going to find the first willing person and spend the rest of the night in bed with them. He'd prefer to find someone with a cock he can suck, but he's not picky.

He can feel the need from Geralt's story, knows what it's like to watch someone all day and not be able to touch, to want so fucking badly you can't stand it any longer. The irony that Geralt was thinking the same about him is too much because Jaskier has jerked off in bed more times than he can count, imagining sliding into Geralt's body or climbing onto him to ride that magnificent cock. He aches for it and the more he focuses on Geralt and Katja, the more desperate he becomes.

Which is ridiculous seeing as they've been here maybe twenty minutes, but Jaskier's cock throbs in his trousers and he's not sure he'll make it to the end of this without making a mess of himself. But Katja is so controlled, so assured in all her movements and Geralt already looks like he's about to split apart at the seams, how is he supposed to cope with that? When he watches her sinking further onto Geralt's cock and he's not sure which one of them he wants to switch places with.

Because he'd give anything for the chance to suck Geralt's cock, but the way Katja moves, the way she glances repeatedly up at Geralt with just the tip of his cock between her lips, Jaskier knows he'd be fucking ruined by her. She presses further between Geralt's legs, resting her arms on the bed on either side of him and she presses his fingers into his ass, pulling him forward.

Geralt shudders and Jaskier can see the way his hips twitch before he lets out a stuttered, breathy moan. He stills abruptly, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he rolls his head back. Jaskier realizes abruptly, that he's coming and that's- fuck, that's hot. Jaskier squeezes his thighs together, shifting for any sort of friction on his cock. He whimpers and leans back in his chair, forcing his legs apart and balling his hands into fists.

He wants so badly to touch, even just the faintest press against his cock would be incredible right now. But that's not what he's here for. Across the room, Katja is pulling off Geralt's cock and climbing up into his lap. She hovers just above him, the silk of her panties just a fraction of an inch from Geralt's still-hard cock. And Jaskier doesn't know how he can withstand the temptation because he can barely stand it, just watching.

She rocks her hips as she presses Geralt down against the bed, and Jaskier can no longer see Geralt's face but he can't imagine the frustration. Or maybe it's only because he wants to come to fucking badly. Katja unbuttons his shirt slowly, dragging her fingertips along Geralt's skin as she pushes the shirt up over his head. And when Geralt's fully naked, she drags her fingers down his cheek and Geralt cranes his head up, wrapping his lips around the finger that catches on his mouth.

Katja pulls her finger out, running it along his bottom lip and Jaskier watches, enthralled.

"You want something to do with your mouth?" she asks and Jaskier isn't sure whether it's himself or Geralt that moans in response.

Katja doesn't wait for a more coherent answer before climbing up so she's straddling Geralt's face. She turns, pulling her panties to the side, and lowers herself onto Geralt's mouth. Instantly, his hands come up, gipping around her thighs as she rocks forward with a soft sigh. While Geralt is occupied, she turns her attention back to Jaskier.

"You like watching?" she asks and Jaskier nods. "Good. He likes it, too." She turns her attention from him and slides a hand down Geralt's stomach, teasing the head of his cock with her fingertips. "We have a captive audience, my pet, why don't you show him how good you can be?"

She presses her palm to the underside of Geralt's cock, running it firmly down the length of him until her fingertips press into his sac. Geralt gives a little gasp and she presses harder, moving further to cup his balls. She gives a firm squeeze that has Jaskier pressing his legs together, but Geralt's groan of pleasure is loud enough that Jaskier hears it across the room, muffled as it is, and sees the effects of it on Katja's face. Her soft little moans send a shiver down Jaskier's spine and he can't help but think about what Geralt is doing to elicit those sounds.

Realistically, he knows Geralt has to be good in bed; he doesn't get a lot of sex outside of what he pays for, but the brothels who take him are welcoming and the girls are always delighted to see him again. It's not something he's thought much about before, but now every meeting with a sex worker has been very good and very enthusiastic. Fuck, Geralt must be incredible if sex workers are all but throwing themselves at him.

Jaskier's cock twitches in his trousers and he instinctively presses his palm against it, relieving the ache a little, but increasing his want tenfold. Fuck, if he could just get a little closer he could see, but Katja put him here and he's staying put unless told otherwise.

Geralt's legs spread wider, catching his attention again and Jaskier looks over to find Katja with his balls in her hand, squeezing and rolling them between his fingers. Groans and shifts and his cock jerks where it lies neglected against his stomach. Jaskier wants to touch him, to suck him off while Katja plays with him and he groans softly, squeezing his knees to keep control.

"You like his cock?" Katja asks and Jaskier meets her eyes but can't make his voice work. She dips down, flicking her tongue at the head of Geralt's cock and Jaskier whimpers. She drags her tongue along his skin, slipping under the foreskin and pulling at it gently with her teeth. Geralt's hips jump into the touch and Jaskier is fascinated and overwhelmed by the things he's learning about Geralt tonight.

"You wanna suck it, don't you?" Jaskier whines again and Katja smiles sweetly at him. "Maybe later, darling." She winks at him as she wraps her mouth around Geralt's cockhead and sinks down in one swift motion and it's a miracle that Jaskier doesn't come in his trousers right there and then.

Geralt's reaction is strong. He holds Katja's thighs so tightly Jaskier can see where the skin pales at the pressure and she moans around him, somehow remarkably steady despite her desperate moans still muffled by Geralt's cock in her mouth. Jaskier slumps in his seat, legs spreading wide and he rocks his hips against the fabric of his trousers, desperate for any touch. It's not enough, not that he actually wants to get off like this; he wants to come so fucking badly, but he wants a hand around his prick at least when he does.

But gods if it isn't tempting to just watch them, to jerk off looking at them. They're both so fucking gorgeous Jaskier doesn't know what to do with himself and he might actually die if he wound up between the two of them. But fuck, the thought of Geralt's hands on him, tangled in his hair while Jaskier sucks him off- he whines and digs his fingers into the silk of his trousers, forcing his head back to look at the ceiling. He shuts his eyes, focuses his breathing and then-

There's a loud groan and a harsh oh fuck, and Jaskier's eyes snap back to them to find Geralt shaking through a second orgasm. He shakes and shudders, but he doesn't let up where he's still buried in Katja's cunt. Even after she pulls off of his cock, Geralt's still moaning into her, pulling her hips down against him. And it's clear on her face when she looks up at Jaskier, the pure bliss of it, and then just as Jaskier thinks she's about to come, she climbs off of him.

Jaskier is relieved when she slips off the bed, but she pushes Geralt's knees together and when she leans over him, Jaskier can see the slick running down her thighs. He wants to crawl over and lick it up or finish the job Geralt started and make her come on his tongue.

She says something to Geralt that Jaskier doesn't catch, but then Geralt's shifting up the bed and Katja picks up his clothes and drapes them over the headboard. Geralt lies with his head on the pillow and his hands wrapped around each post of the headboard. It's not until Katja produces a length of rope that Jaskier realizes what she's doing and he groans at the implications.

Katja climbs up over Geralt, straddling his face and hovering just above his mouth. Geralt squirms and bites his lip, eyes focused on her cunt, but he doesn't move, doesn't make an attempt to lick or touch because he hasn't been told to. And that's so fucking sexy Jaskier can barely handle it. She gets his wrists tied and slides down his body in much the same way, touching him as little as possible until they settle between his knees, pushing his legs apart.

She squeezes his thighs, rubbing right up to the join of his hips and then pulls one hand away, trailing down below his balls and Jaskier doesn't need to see it to know what she's doing. Geralt whimpers and gasps and for a moment he's tense before settling against the mattress again with a soft sigh. She works into him quickly and Geralt moans and jerks, fingers clenched tightly around the headboard.

"You like that, don't you Geralt? Like having something inside you?"

"Yes," Geralt groans.

"Tell me, Geralt, do you want my cock?"

"Please. I want it- want you to fuck me-"

"Oh, I will, handsome. I'll fuck you so good they'll hear you down the road." Katja leans down, kissing Geralt's cock. He's hard again, dribbling constantly against his hip and Jaskier can practically taste the saltiness of it against his tongue.

But Katja slows down, pressing another finger into him and thrusting slower now. Jaskier watches and whimpers and his cock throbs with need. If Geralt likes having something in his ass so much, Jaskier would be more than happy to assist.

Katja is thorough and Geralt is nearly whimpering before she even acknowledges his cock. She dips down, licking a stripe up the full length of it before ramming into him hard and straightening up again.

"You want to get fucked properly, don't you?" Geralt whimpers but doesn't respond. "Want a nice thick cock up your ass, fucking you hard? How about your friend, hm? You want Jaskier to fuck you? He's got a nice prick, I'd bet." She spares a glance in Jaskier's direction before leaning up over Geralt, fingers still working into him.

"Nice and thick," she hums, nosing under Geralt's jaw. She leans on her elbow, turning his head toward Jaskier. "Can almost see it through his trousers, he's so fucking hard. Look at him, Geralt, don't you want his cock?"

"Yes," Geralt whimpers and Jaskier's head spins. He'd give it to him in an instant, though right now he wouldn't last long enough to fuck him properly.

"I bet, my darling," she leans in, whispering something in Geralt's ear and when she pulls back she's grinning widely. "In the meantime," she continues, "I have an idea."

She slips from the bed, swaying her hips as she crosses the room and Jaskier knows it has to be intentional, no one looks that enticing accidentally. She bends low, showing off her ass and thighs as she digs through a drawer in the dresser and Jaskier bites the inside of his lip to keep from thinking about what he'd like to do to her. How good her thick thighs would feel around his cock, or how her skin would feel under his hands. His cock jerks again and he groans out loud, he's never going to survive this. He tips his head back, staring at the ceiling to gain back a little control over his body. Already, he feels like he's one wrong move away from coming in his trousers and no one has touched him.

But Katja is stunning and Geralt is, well, Geralt and watching him bend to her, soft and docile is something Jaskier had only imagined in his wildest fantasies before. Being able to see him like this for himself is… overwhelming. If he thinks about it too much, it feels like crossing some sort of invisible boundary, like this is pushing them one step closer to something. But thinking about it makes Jaskier hopeful and he knows where he stands with Geralt, even if some of the things he's admitted to tonight came as a surprise.

When he's calm enough to watch again, Katja is sitting between Geralt's thighs again, slicking her hands and stroking him slowly. Geralt is nearly silent, his mouth open in a silent gasp and fingers clenched tightly around the bedpost. He's fucking incredible and Jaskier wants so badly to climb up onto that bed with them and touch him everywhere.

"Ready?" Katja asks and Geralt lets out a needy sound that only vaguely resembles a yes. Katja laughs softly and leans down to hiss his stomach and when she does, Jaskier realizes oil wasn't the only thing she was retrieving from the drawer. She's got a dildo in her hand, thick and long and delicately carved. He groans at the realization that she's going to fuck Geralt with it and his hands tighten where they're still clenched in his trouser legs.

"Shh," she whispers, and Jaskier's eyes snap up to where she's got the toy pressed up against Geralt's ass.

He can't see everything, but he can tell when she breaches him because Geralt's legs spread wider and he rolls his head back against the pillow. Gods, who knew he was so enthusiastic about taking a dick? If Jaskier had known he'd have made his offers more serious. Not that he suspects Geralt would have been amenable. Now though, he's not so sure.

Because Katja pushes into him and Geralt moans so sweetly, unabashedly rocking his hips to get the toy deeper, and Katja just lets him. She makes no attempt to stop him, pushing steadily as Geralt does all the work for her. And Jaskier can't keep his eyes off of them. He's so fucking turned on he can hardly stand it and here's Geralt with a fake dick up his ass after specifically stating he wanted his. And Jaskier is more than willing to give it to him.

His cock jumps as Geralt shudders and Jaskier realizes with a start that he's been staring and now Geralt is staring back at him. A wave of heat rolls up his back and his cock throbs, but he doesn't dare touch himself because he knows with Geralt looking at him like that, any touch is going to set him off. And, in theory, he has a reputation to uphold.

But the thought of jerking off while Geralt watches him is… enticing and he thinks about it far too much. Geralt's eyes pinch shut and he lets out a low whine and Jaskier's eyes slip down his body to where Katja is fucking him in earnest now. She's bent over him, nipping at his stomach and she thrust the toy into him and Jaskier lets out a breathy fuck as Geralt arches right off the bed. She glances over at him and Jaskier just chews his lip when she grins.

"Tell him how it feels, Geralt."

"'S good," he mumbles, "feels so fucking good." Geralt's eyes meet his again and Jaskier can feel the desperation in his stare, can see it in the flutter of his lashes.

"Come like this and I'll fuck you properly," she promises, flicking her tongue at the head of his cock. Geralt groans and rolls his head back again. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

"How badly do you want it?"

"Fuck," Geralt mumbles, "so bad, please- I wanna come on your cock."

Jaskier pitches forward in his seat, pressing the heel of his hand into his crotch. He can't take much more of this. Evidently, Katja notices.

"How are we doing, bard? Do you like watching him?"

"Yes," Jaskier rasps, "and you."

"Mm, I bet you do. How close are you?"

"Very," he mumbles, avoiding Geralt's eyes. "I can't-"

"I know. I can see you squirming over there. You can hold on a little longer, I think."

"Please-" Jaskier whines, but Katja just gives him a look.

"If you come before Geralt, I'll make you sit in the hall so everyone can see just how much you like to watch." It's supposed to be a threat, but Jaskier's prick jerks at the thought of being left outside so everyone can see him like this. The primary flaw in letting this happen, of course, is that he'd no longer be able to watch and that would be truly cruel.

He mumbles an agreement and shoves his hands under his thighs. It doesn't help the near-constant throb of need, but it stops his hands from moving without his permission. He doesn't have long to wait though because he's barely sat himself down again when Katja's thrusting into Geralt again, keeping her pace quick and hard.

Geralt writhes in the sheets, pleading with her to let him come and then, abruptly, she reaches up, wrapping a hand around his cock, and Geralt comes before she can even reach the tip. He bucks hard into her hand, lifting right off the bed and splattering himself with come. Jaskier is so enthralled, so caught up in the moment that he almost forgets his deal and has to sit back on his hands before he can touch himself.

She gives him a look and evidently the pained look of need on his face is enough to assure her he hasn't come yet and he shifts back leaning on her hands. Geralt, on the other hand, slumps against the bed, eyes shut and chest heaving. He's so beautiful like this that it feels almost wrong to be so turned on by him, but Jaskier has never been good at feeling the right things when it comes to Geralt.

But it doesn't last long and when Geralt's eyes open again, they go wide as he looks down between his legs. Jaskier follows his gaze as he stares down between his legs. Katja's got the toy in a harness now, strapped around her hips and she's pressing forward into him. She looks over at Jaskier as she sinks fully into him and Jask forgets to breathe for a moment.

She's stunning, so fucking sexy wrapped up in satin and lace, but Jaskier wants that to be him. He wants to be the one pushing his cock into Geralt, the one whose body Geralt's legs wrap around. Fuck, he's been able to deal with the longing and the ache in his chest when Geralt slips off to visit the brothel or before, when he used to visit Yen, but this is so much more than that. So overwhelming he doesn't know how he can stand it, just watching Geralt and not being able to touch him.

He wants to bury himself in him and stay there forever. He wants to make Geralt come again and again and he wants to be the one with him after, to wipe away the sweat and come and pull him into his arms and fuck, he should not be getting this emotional watching Geralt get fucked, but the only other option is to give in to his arousal and he can't do that yet.

But he'd be so good for him, give him everything he wants. He clenches his eyes shut and when he looks back, Geralt's watching him again, fingers flexing around the bed frame, and Jaskier very nearly goes over there.

"You want to touch don't you?" Katja hums.

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Both of you," Geralt whines, "please."

"You can touch me soon enough, pet. You'll have to ask Jaskier later."

Geralt groans loudly, a wild, petulant sound, and Jaskier is hit with the realization that Geralt really wants to touch him, and he can't help but wonder if he's been holding back, too.

"You can," Jaskier whispers, casting a glance at Katja before continuing. She gives a smug little smile and thrusts deep, forcing another groan from Geralt's lips. "Any time you want. Any way you want. You can touch me." His voice is rough and breathy and Geralt just looks at him pleadingly.

"Not yet," Katja says, "you set the rules, pet."

Another petulant groan and Jaskier wants so badly to know about the rules that Geralt made that he can't contain himself. In his defense, all of his self-restraint is being otherwise used.

"What are the rules?"

"He's not allowed to touch unless I tell him he can. And as long as you're amenable."

"Oh." Jaskier's cock jerks hard and he knows he won't be able to control himself much longer. He's so fucking close to coming he has to stop himself from thinking about it in case he slips over the edge.

"Mm, indeed."

Geralt squirms under her, twisting in his bonds and arching up off the bed. He mumbles quiet words that Jaskier can't catch, but judging by Katja's responses, he's asking to come. Jaskier's blood rushes at the absolute obedience and can't keep it together. He's slipping, his cock jerking hard against his thigh, but he's so caught up in Geralt's expression and the way his fingers twist and clench that he's barely aware of his own body.

"Fuck," he whispers, "you look so good like this, wish I could-"

"Jask-" Geralt gasps, low and broken.

The sound sends a jolt through him and Jaskier's cock pulses against his thigh and he's coming, hot and sticky, in his trousers. Wave after wave crashes over him and he can't even think, he just watches as Geralt writhes and jerks and comes all over himself. Jaskier keeps his eyes on him, even as his own orgasm lingers, and Geralt blinks softly at him before shutting his eyes and rolling his head back.

When he finally comes down, Jaskier slumps against his chair. His trousers are uncomfortably wet, but he feels amazing, stuck somewhere between amazement and disbelief. He doesn't even remember the agreement with Katja until she hums at him.

Jaskier reluctantly turns to look at her and she's still rocking forward lightly, one hand in the join of Geralt's hip, curled around the base of his cock. She's stroking slowly and she looks over at Jaskier, shaking her head.

"You're lucky bard, that was almost you out of the room." He gives her a weak, hopeful smile and she laughs. "You're fine, Jaskier, but it was close." She flashes a smug smile and returns her attention to Geralt, smoothing both hands up his stomach and chest.

Jaskier watches, transfixed, as Geralt's cock swells under the touch. He's come for times already, but when Katja plays with his nipples, he squirms and rocks back against her.

"Uh uh," she says, "if you want to come again, you're going to have to work for it, my dear." Geralt groans but Katja just chuckles softly at him, leaning down to press her lips to the underside of his cock. "I can only keep up with you for so long, honey, and look at you-" she runs a hand under his cock, lifting it and wrapping her fingers around him, "-you're already getting hard again."

She drops his cock and thrusts a little harder, jolting Geralt as the toy sinks into him. Jaskier is fascinated. He knows about Geralt's enhancements and he knows the potions can make him go for hours without rest of any sort, but he didn't realize that translated to sex as well. He can't help but wonder how long Geralt could go on for with a partner who could keep up and Katja is doing an excellent job at it, not faltering in the slightest, but Geralt is so ready to just keep going and Jaskier would give anything to be the one to test it.

His own cock is soft now, but when Katja pulls out and crawls up over Geralt again, it gives a twitch of interest. She unwinds the rope from Geralt's wrists and the bedposts, running her hand down his arms and further down his sides to settle on his hips. As Geralt shifts, she settles in his place, rolling onto her back and looking up at him.

"Come on up here, big boy," she grins at him and Geralt rises up on his knees, shifting up to straddle her hips. "Mmm, no darling, don't you think Jaskier deserves a show? Turn around, Geralt, let's let him watch."

Geralt is remarkably enthusiastic about it, quickly adjusting himself so he's facing Jaskier where he's still slumped in his seat. Jaskier keeps his eyes on him as Geralt settles and then sits back on the toy. He takes it easily, settling quickly and shifting impatiently as Katja gets her hands on his hips, holding him steady. She waits for a minute, then slides her hands down his thighs and to the bed.

"Fuck me, darling, show Jaskier how badly you want him." Geralt groans and Katja slips her hands up his back. "You do want him, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Show him."

Geralt rises up a little, letting the cock nearly slip out of him before dropping back on it again. Katja encourages him and Jaskier keeps his eyes on him, wondering if this is how enthusiastic Geralt is any time he rides a dick. He rocks his hips and moans loudly, his inhibitions long forgotten as his cock bobs between his legs. He leans back, resting on his hands, and Katja gets her hands on his chest, slipping up to play with his nipples and Geralt pushes into the touch as he grinds back hard on the dildo.

"Mmm, you like that don't you, darling? Like being in control of that cock inside you?" Geralt whimpers and Katja pinches a nipple. "Tell me, Geralt."

"Yeah," he breathes, "feels good, nice and thick." Jaskier nearly chokes and his cock gives another twitch.

"Mm and you love it, don't you? Love that thick cock filling you up. Tell us, Geralt, whose cock are you riding?"

"Jaskier's," he gasps and there isn't a note of hesitation. Jaskier just stares for a moment before he remembers how to breathe again. Katja eyes him conspiratorially and slips her hands to Geralt's hips, squeezing gently.

"And why Jaskier?"

"Need it," Geralt huffs, gasping for breath as his hips rock a little quicker. "'S all I can think about." It's obvious that Geralt gets off on this, on talking about what he's doing.

"Yeah? And why's that?"

"Want him. Want him to touch me." His eyes flash open and he turns back, still rocking himself back onto the dildo as he looks pleadingly at Katja. "Can he?" he asks, "please let him touch me, he's right there, he's so close."

"Oh my pet, he is so very close, isn't he? And you already made him come tonight, but I think you can hold on a little longer."

"Don't want to- want him, Kat please."

"Shh, darling. You'll just have to be patient. Tell me what you want from him."

"Want him to fuck me."

"Yes, we know that."

"Want his cock, want to feel it, wanna taste it." Jaskier groans out loud and Geralt's eyes snap back to him as though he'd forgotten he was there. And Jaskier's skin burns hot under his gaze.

"Tell me?" he whispers, "whatever it is, you can have it, love-"

"After," Katja reminds him and Jaskier is quick to amend.

"After."

"Wanna come," Geralt whimpers, "Kat, 'm close-"

"Don't tell me," she whispers, "tell Jaskier."

"Can I?" he asks, directing his attention to him and Jaskier nearly chokes.

"A little longer, love. Show me how much you like my cock."

Geralt groans but rocks his hips hard, slamming himself down on the dildo and clenching his fingers in the sheets. Sweat rolls down his chest and Jaskier wants to climb up onto the bed and lick it away. He wants to climb up into Geralt's lap and jerk him off, make him come hard with that cock up his ass. He groans and presses a hand to his crotch where his cock is slowly filling again.

"Jask," Geralt rasps, "I dunno if I can hold on. Please, wanna come, please-"

"Yeah, fuck Geralt okay. Come for me, love, let me see you."

Geralt gives another couple of thrusts, hips jerking forward into nothingness as he spills over his hip. There's not much come this time, but he continues to twitch as he drops back against Katja's chest. She rocks up into him, fingers trailing along his skin as she hums against his ear.

"You wanna go again?" Geralt pulls off the toy and flops onto his side, smiling softly, almost sheepishly, at her. "I know you do, pet, come here."

She wraps her arms around him, drawing him in and kissing him softly. Jaskier fights back a surge of jealousy and Geralt turns back to look at him for a moment before Katja guides him back to her.

"Touch me," she breathes, leaning in to kiss him. "I wanna ride you next but you gotta work for it."

She gets her arms around his waist, rolling onto her back and pulling Geralt halfway on top of her. He gets a leg between her thighs and when he shifts, Jaskier imagines him rubbing against her thigh. He ducks his head, kissing her shoulder and moving down to her breasts, nipping and sucking at the flesh until he finally gets his mouth around her nipple. A loud moan breaks the stillness and Jaskier realizes with a start that it's Katja moaning and she lifts her leg, pressing against Geralt's cock.

He touches her so softly that Jaskier aches and for the first time he feels like he's interrupting something, that he shouldn't be witness to this. Because Geralt is so soft and he wants that softness for himself. He watches Geralt's hands brush along her skin, how confident he is given the opportunity, and fuck that tugs at something in him that he's been forcibly ignoring for too long, now.

Katja moans again and Jaskier watches the way she moves under him, clearly enjoying the way Geralt touches her. He wants to know that pleasure, to have Geralt's hands on him, his mouth on him and he whines softly as his cock twitches. He's overwhelmed by it, desperate for any little touch, even brief, but Katja moves again, pressing Geralt onto his back, and it distracts him momentarily, from the burning need in his chest.

She wastes no time climbing up onto him and the moment of distraction stretches as she turns away from him, stroking his cock with both hands before shifting to push it inside of her. She gasps and Geralt groans, hands coming up to her hips, and Jaskier is so preoccupied with the sight of his cock slipping in and out of her to think of anything else. She keeps her legs spread wide, clearly inviting him to watch and he couldn't look away if he tried.

Apart from being gorgeous, Katja has more control over Geralt's cock than most men he's been with and she's stunning to watch, especially when Geralt is already mumbling weakly beneath her. He holds his hips still, but Jaskier catches the twitch of them out of the corner of his eyes and Geralt's fingers speak of his desperation, clinging to her hips and thighs or the blankets beneath them.

Jaskier whimpers to watch them. He's held out for so fucking long, he doesn't even know how to cope any longer. He wants to come again, his prick swollen and twitching in his already ruined trousers. He barely resists touching himself, but then Katja looks over at him with a wide smile.

"How are you holding up?"

Jaskier just whines because he doesn't trust his voice right now, doesn't trust himself not to say how badly he wants to fuck Geralt, or worse, how he feels about him.

"What do you want, pet? Tell me."

"Wanna lick you." It's not a lie, he does, but he also wants to fuck, to be fucked, to touch.

"Mm, come up here then, let's see what that famous tongue can do."

He's hesitant, but he doesn't show it, rising up from his seat and striding across the room. He climbs up onto the bed and leans down, flicking his eyes up to confirm he's allowed. Katja presses a hand to his head and leans back.

Fuck, she smells incredible, and with every shift, Jaskier catches sight of Geralt's cock fucking into her. He does his best to ignore it, focusing on Katja instead.

He starts small, kissing the space between her thighs and her cunt and she laughs softly when she realizes what he's doing, but she doesn't stop him. He moves around, kissing everywhere he can reach before finally pressing a soft kiss to her cunt. He flicks his tongue out, slipping between her folds and his cock throbs beneath him, brutally reminded of how hard he already is again, how badly he'd like to sit up and press into her.

And fuck, if that isn't a thought. Geralt's cock slipping against his own as they work to bring her off together. He wants that. Fuck, he wants it so fucking badly, but instead, he puts all of his want and desire into eating her out. And the reaction is worth it, the way her fingers clench in his hair and the way she moans above him, telling him to keep on with it.

"Mm, right there," she breathes and Jaskier curls his tongue around her clit, sucking hard and delighting in the sounds that spill from her lips. "Fuck, Jaskier they weren't kidding when they said you had a talented tongue." He flicks his eyes up to look at her and she hauls him up into a rough kiss, before pushing him back down again and Jaskier is more than happy to prove himself.

"Fuck," she breathes, "that's it, darling. Gods, Geralt your boy really has a fucking mouth on him." Geralt huffs a laugh and his fingertips brush against Jaskier's. "Bet you'd love to get that mouth on your cock, hm? And you," she adds, slipping her fingers through Jaskier's hair, "ah- you too, I bet." Jaskier just moans against her, sucking at the folds of skin and flicking her clit with his tongue.

"Make me come and you can suck him off, Jaskier."

He can barely think beyond the thought of Geralt's cock in his mouth and when Katja moves abruptly, he can feel Geralt's cock slide against his tongue and it's already overwhelming. He wants to taste him so badly he aches and he doubles down in his efforts, sliding a hand up her thigh and, when she doesn't protest or push him away, travelling further up her chest.

He plays with her nipples and eats her out and before long she's jerking hard against him, pressing down on Geralt's cock and grinding between the two of them. Until now, she's been cool and collected, as though entirely unaffected by anything happening around her, but she squirms now and Jaskier can't keep his eyes off her.

Jaskier can feel when she gets close, the way she shifts and the way Geralt groans as she clenches around him. And then, abruptly, she's coming, tugging Jaskier's hair and pulling his head in close to rock against him. Around him, Geralt pulls his knees up, bracing himself as he rolls his hips and Jaskier realizes belatedly that Geralt's coming too.

Katja shudders and leans back against Geralt's chest, tilting to kiss his cheek.

"You've been so good tonight, Geralt, I think you deserve a little treat." He mumbles something, but Jaskier is only half-aware of what it is and then Katja laughs softly. She pushes herself up and climbs off of Geralt, sliding off the edge of the bed.

"Come here," he says, gesturing for Jaskier to come closer. He shifts up onto the bed and she moves to the side, giving him space to settle between Geralt's legs. "I'm gonna go have a nap now," she grins, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his mouth, "take care of him for me?"

Jaskier's breath catches and his heart beats too quickly in his chest, almost painfully. But Katja is already leaning down to kiss Geralt again, climbing over him and slipping off the bed.

"Have fun boys," she hums and then she's gone, shutting the door behind her and Jaskier is left feeling remarkably out of his depth.

He bites his lips and looks down at Geralt, laid out for him and still breathing heavily. His eyes are dark and lidded and he looks so damn beautiful Jaskier can barely breathe.

"Do you want-?" is as far as he gets before Geralt is sitting up and reaching out to him.

"Yes," he says quickly. One hand cups Jaskier's jaw as the other arm slips around the back of his neck and then he's being pulled down and kissed hard despite Geralt's stiff and sluggish movements.

He can barely think but to kiss him, pressing against his chest and humming into his mouth. He's thought about this so many times and yet in all the years he's considered it, he barely thought it would ever happen, much less that Geralt would be the one to initiate it. But he holds him closer, keeping Jaskier against his chest as he presses against him, arching off the bed just to get closer.

Jaskier quickly unbuttons his shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it aside as Geralt's little movements get stronger, his hips a little more demanding where they press against his own. And Jaskier could cry for the pleasure of it all. He's been hard for so long, not even touching himself, and now Geralt's rutting against him, fully hard and clearly wanting and Jaskier doesn't know what to do with himself. But as Geralt deepens the kiss again, he realizes it doesn't matter.

This is Geralt and he and Geralt always find a way to make things work.

So he grinds down a little more firmly with the next roll and Geralt moans into his mouth, a slight whine to his voice. His trousers must be rough against his bare prick after coming so many times already, but Geralt makes no attempt to let him go, apparently happy enough to just kiss him. And Jaskier could live the rest of his life in this bed wrapped around Geralt.

Geralt makes a soft little sound, blinking softly at him and Jaskier pulls away, just a little.

"Tired, love?"

"I want you." Jaskier's heart clenches and all the poems and songs in the world don't have the words to tell Geralt how much he adores him right now.

"I know, darling, but let me alright? You've already done so well tonight, my love, let me take over." Jaskier shuffles up close, fitting himself between Geralt's thighs and sliding his hands up his sides.

He bends to kiss him, dragging his lips against Geralt's skin and savouring the saltiness of it on his tongue. His own desire becomes secondary to Geralt's, to exploring his body and discovering the most sensitive parts of him. And Geralt is happy to be explored, humming and sighing and moaning softly under God's hands and mouth.

He's beautiful like this, so soft and docile, but Jaskier's cock bumps against Geralt's every time he leans forward and soon the fiction is too much to ignore. He rocks forward, hands planted on either side of Geralt's chest as he grinds against him, panting and moaning against Geralt's skin.

Then there are hands on his hips and sliding along his waistband to the front. Geralt gets him out of his trousers with little effort and shoves them down and out of the way so he can get a hand around him. He strokes them together and Jaskier rocks into the touch with a moan, leaning up to meet Geralt in a kiss.

Geralt's hands are calloused but Gentle and Jaskier delights in the roughness around his cock, even as sensitive as he is. His hips jump with it, but Geralt keeps a hand on his back, soothing and settling. Even so, Jaskier isn't going to last long, so when he breaks the kiss, he moves down to nip at Geralt's jaw and kiss his way down his neck and chest.

He pauses briefly in his travels to nose at Geralt's nipples and the sound he gets in response is so desperate and needy Jaskier barely keeps himself from reaching down and jerking him off right like that. But he still wants to get his mouth on him and he knows he can make Geralt come like that, so he pulls off his nipple, ignoring Geralt's protests and shuffles down the bed so he's hovering above his cock.

Jaskier has no idea how he can still be so hard after coming so many times, but he'd put coin on the trials having something to do with it - enhanced stamina and all that. He noses up the length of Geralrt's cock, breathing in the scent of him and desperately hopes that he'll get the chance to find out the full extent of that stamina.

Beneath him, Geralt is as impatient as if he hasn't come once, writhing and moaning and softly pleading with him and Jaskier can hardly stand it. He slides one hand up Geralt's chest, reaching up to brush against his lips and when Geralt sucks his fingers into his mouth, Jaskier shudders and groans.

"Fuck," he whispers, "you like that, love?"

He doesn't wait for a response before mouthing at the underside of his cock and sliding up and wrapping his lips around the head. Geralt whimpers and he can feel it around his fingers and it's so much that Jaskier will be lucky if he doesn't come untouched again just listening to the sounds Geralt makes with a mouth around his cock.

He takes him down, prepared to use all his best techniques to impress Geralt and get him off quickly, but he barely sinks down halfway, tongue pressed against the underside of his cock before Geralt is coming, jerking hard and whining around Jaskier's fingers. Jaskier sinks down fully, holding Geralt's cock against the back of his throat while he shakes and shudders through it.

His own cock throbs and he can't help but shove a hand down under him, jerking himself hard and fast as Geralt shudders through an orgasm. He comes too quickly, overwhelmed by Geralt under him. He presses his head into Geralt's stomach, panting and whining against him and Geralt gets an arm around his shoulders, his free hand coming up to stroke his cheek.

Jaskier is still working through the rush when Geralt pulls him off his cock and tugs him up on top of him again. He still has so much strength even after exhausting himself and Jaskier's cock gives a pathetic twitch of interest. Geralt gets him out of his trousers and Jaskier shifts to get comfortable, slipping to lie next to him.

"You're amazing," Jaskier mumbles, eyes only half-open.

It takes a couple of minutes to adjust to the sensitivity, but he swells under Geralt's touch, moaning softly against his lips as he kisses him again. Dream or not, he'll be running off this high for a long time. Geralt's hips stutter against him and Jaskier wraps a hand around his cock, slowly stroking from the tip right down to the base and Geralt breathes heavily against his lips.

"Good?" Jaskier asks and Geralt nods slowly.

"'S good. Jask-"

"Shh, darling, I've got you." He kisses Geralt's jaw, brushing his lips against his mouth. "Geralt," he breathes, "do you want to come again? Can I fuck you?"

"Yeah," Geralt gasps, "yes. Please." He pushes forward into Jaskier's hand and Jaskier squeezes a little tighter around him before pulling off.

Geralt releases him, too and Jaskier readjusts to fit better against him without their arms in the way. He leans up to kiss him, sliding one hand up the side of Geralt's face and into his hair. A wave of anxiety washes over him, mingling with the anticipation and lust already roiling through him. What if he's not good enough? What if he can't get him off again? Geralt has already come six times and Katja was very good at getting him there. He's not sure he'll be enough.

But Geralt moans against his mouth, and reaches down, wrapping his fingers around Jaskier's cock and pressing it against his hole. There's a little gasp from both of them as he pushes forward, just slightly, but then Geralt's groaning, throwing his head back and pressing his hips down.

Jaskier holds his breath as he pushes forward, nipping at Geralt's throat and kissing over the little red marks as they fade. He pushes his hips forward just barely breaching him and Geralt tenses under him but he doesn't let up, so Jaskier pushes a little further, sinking into him. He doesn't so much as move before Geralt's twitching under him, letting out a desperate moan and coming hard.

He groans and shoves himself onto Jaskier's cock, rocking onto him and fisting a hand in his hair. He shakes and shudders and Jaskier can't focus on anything but the tight heat around his cock.

"Fuck," Geralt mumbles, "fuck Jask, yes. 'S good, 's good please-"

Without hesitation, Jaskier rolls his hips forward, and his thighs shake with the effort it takes not to just slam into him and chase his own orgasm. He props himself up on his elbows, looking down at Geralt as he fucks into him, at the pleasure on his face and the exhaustion that sets in. He dips down to kiss him and moves to pull away, but Geralt stops him, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him close.

"Want you," he mumbles, "Jask please."

"You've got me."

He gives another couple of thrusts and he's already so fucking close when Geralt squeezes around him and he comes hard, shaking as he continues rocking into him. He drops his head to Geralt's shoulders, pressing sloppy kisses into his skin, but as the rush passes, he collapses against him. He barely pulls out before Geralt's arms are around him, holding him against his chest as he nuzzles against his neck.

It seems to take forever before Jaskier can breathe without panting again, and by the time he relaxes and rolls back onto the bed, Geralt is breathing softly next to him, eyes shut. He'd think he was asleep if not for the gentle way Geralt's thumb brushes his skin.

Jaskier rolls onto him and Geralt releases him, pulling his arm back to his side. It feels a little like a dismissal, but Jaskier has nowhere else to go, so he settles in. He follows Geralt, pressing up against his back and draping an arm over his hip.

"You know," he hums, "the next time you want to have someone watch you get fucked, you could just ask me instead of paying for a second girl. I'd… be happy to join you."

"Hmm." Geralt doesn't sound opposed to the idea, so Jaskier presses on.

"I know you like seeing her," he adds, "but we could do this again, it was good, right?"

"Yeah," Geralt breathes and Jaskier slumps in relief, pressing a kiss to Geralt's shoulder. He was worried that maybe he was pressing too far, but evidently not. "You'd do that?"

"'S not purely selfless, my darling, you should see the way you looked tonight. Stunning." Geralt huffs and Jaskier nuzzles into his hair. "So beautiful, love. I could hardly believe you'd let me stay."

"Always wanted you there," Geralt mumbles, "didn't know how to ask."

"Well," Jaskier hums, "now you know you can. All you have to do is say come with me and I will."

"And if I wanted… other things?"

"Depends what they are, but you know I'd never say no to you, Geralt."

"Even if I just wanted you… without anyone else?" Jaskier's breath catches, but he forces the words out.

"I think it might be better to have this conversation in the morning," he whispers, "but yes, Geralt. Anything you want." Geralt presses back against him and Jaskier smiles into his hair.

"Jask," he hums, "will you stay for tonight?"

"Darling, if you have me, I'll stay forever."

[emmyhem]

always (l.r.h)

a/n: hi everyone! this is a lil angsty piece i wanted to get up. i just want to say again how sorry i am for not getting anything up for the past two weeks, i’ve just been overwhelmed with some stuff for my classes, but i am starting to get back in the swing of things now. also, this is unedited as i was rushing to get it up in time. i do plan on posting something else tomorrow night and hopefully i’ll be posting pretty consistently from now on. also this does end kind of abruptly but i wanted to leave it like that because i’m a sucker for angst, with that being said i would be happy to write a part two if that’s something you’d be interested in. anyway, feedback and comments are appreciated as always and i hope you’re all having an amazing day/night. enjoy! - emmy <33

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader 

summary: luke recounts his mistake and hopes he can patch things up with his always. 

warnings:  very brief mention of sex, cursing, mentions of alcohol, luke’s being an asshole, mention of pinching (idk), slight insecurity from the reader, lots of angst :( 

word count: 2.6k

Luke had always hated the quiet. That’s when his thoughts were the loudest. That must be why he had never really liked being alone with himself. 

Tonight in particular, his thoughts were practically screaming, one word over and over again. 

“Y/n”

For the past two years that name had acted as his most favorite word, one that he would utter whenever he had gotten the chance. Whether it be to brag about your recent accomplishments to his friends, to catch your attention from another room, or falling from his lips with a sigh of pleasure as he reached completion with you laying breathlessly beneath him. 

Now the word seemed torturous, the last time he uttered it replaying on a relentless loop in his head. 

It was your 2nd anniversary. Dinner had been laid out on the table for an hour. Two glasses of wine sat untouched in front of a vase of roses you had picked out at the florist earlier that morning, and there was no sign of Luke. 

You were wracking through your brain as you watched a petal fall from a rose and land lightly in one of the glasses. 

Had you gotten the time wrong? 

But you were sure that the two of you had agreed on 8:00 for dinner, that way you had time to get everything ready after getting home from work, and Luke wouldn’t have to rush to leave the studio. 

Yet somehow you found yourself staring at the now cold dinner at 9:30, with absolutely no word from Luke. You wanted to call, if for no other reason than to check he was still alive and breathing, but your nerves stopped you from doing that, not wanting to take on the role of the overbearing girlfriend. 

Your stomach growled hungrily over the light music that was playing through the house speakers. So, begrudgingly you took a bite of the pasta on your plate before downing your entire glass of wine. 

Luke arrived home about 2 hours later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. He caught sight of the table, with one setting completely untouched as he hung up his coat, causing guilt to pang in his chest. 

“Baby,” he called out, carrying himself to your shared bedroom.

When no response came his heart rate sped up in fear that you had left. 

“Y/n” he called, louder this time with a sense of urgency clear in his voice.  

That’s when he spotted a person sized lump underneath the duvet. Releasing a sigh of relief he moved towards you, peeling the blankets off and leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

This caused you to stir a bit, eyes fluttering open to meet him. 

“Hi, my love.” he cooed. 

A frown was prominent on your face, and a crease separated your eyebrows as they furrowed angrily. 

“I’m sorry I’m late. We got a bit carried away in the studio, but in good news the album is coming along great. M’so excited for you to hear it” 

You had always tried to be understanding of Luke’s job for many reasons. One being that you both reaped the benefit of his success, you wanted for essentially nothing, had a nice house, the opportunity to travel, and Luke often spoiled you with gifts even if you asked him not to. Another being how happy it made your boyfriend. Music truly was his passion, and he was so talented that you wouldn’t want for him to ever put his work on the back burner for you. 

With that being said, you made a point to take time off to spend time with him whenever you were able to. You had even changed jobs because your last one hadn’t allowed you to go on tour with him, which he had been adamant about, insisting, “There’s no way I can be away from you for that long.” 

And you were happy to do all of those things, because you were in love, and  you felt incredibly lucky to even be a part of his world. But you did start to question things as your relationship went on. It felt like Luke didn’t even consider your job. He only saw it as something that took you away from him. 

You had worked hard to get where you were in the occupational field. Without your job all you would have to do is sit around and wait for Luke to be ready for you, and you just couldn’t live like that. 

Luke turned on the lamp on your nightstand as you slowly sat up in bed. 

“2 weeks Luke, we’ve had these plans for two weeks.” 

“I know baby I tried, but you know how it is when inspiration strikes.” he dismissed while sitting the flowers on the ground. 

“No, I don’t. Do you not think that I have things I could be doing for work? Cause I do, and I choose this over all of that.” you huffed in frustration. 

Luke took a deep breath while subtly rolling his eyes. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry for missing dinner, but you don’t understand the pressure I’m under, from the fans, the label, management, and the band.” 

“I know that you work hard and I know how important this is to you, and I’m so proud of you, but I’m proud of us too and I would’ve liked to have a night for just us.” you tried to explain. “Not to mention the fact that I’m under pressure in my job too and I always find time for you, no matter what.” 

“Yea, you have pressure from a job that you don’t need.” his voice rising in anger with each word as he paced around the room. 

“How many times do I have to tell you Luke? It’s my job, it’s a part of my life and I don’t plan on giving it up anytime soon.” you shouted. 

“Great.” he replied sarcastically. “Then you should understand that I won’t give up my job anytime soon.” 

“I’m not asking you to, I’m just asking for a bit of consideration, and just a sliver of your time.” 

“I’m working to make us more money.” he stated.

“Luke, we don’t need any more money. You should be working because you enjoy it and because it’s your passion.”

He let out a condescending laugh before turning to look in your eyes. 

“Yea, well you don’t seem to mind all the money when you're sitting at home in the house that I bought, and leeching off of my bank account on the daily. D’ya think you could afford all the shit you have just based on your salary?” he spat crudely. 

You physically leaned back as if the words had just actually been thrown at you. They must’ve, because the pain they caused felt far too real to just be emotional. You opened your mouth to fight back, to scream, to do something but the lump in your throat prevented anything to come out other than a sad, and pathetic squeak. 

Was that what he thought about you? 

This had caught you completely off guard. Sure, you were expecting an argument, you’d even say you were expecting a big one, but you would’ve never guessed he would throw this in your face. 

You felt betrayed. It had always made you insecure that you were making such little money compared to your boyfriend. 

Some days after receiving your paycheck you would go out and spend it all on Luke, solely because you wanted to know that you could contribute too. You would do that whenever you got the chance, to reassure that your work was important, and valid. And mainly to show Luke that you appreciated all he did for you. 

He would always reply, “You don’t have to do this, love. I like spoiling my girl.” 

Yeah right. 

“I wasn’t, I m-mean I don’t try to lee-,” you paused, the word feeling too gross to repeat back. 

“Well, you do whether you're trying or not so the least you can do is give me a break occasionally.” he spoke casually, while changing into sweats as if he wasn’t ripping you apart with every word. 

You kept a blank stare at the bedroom door, your eyes already stinging with unshed tears. You wished you could be angrier but his words left you questioning and feeling guilty. 

As hard as you’d tried to provide for yourself and make your own way you couldn’t help but wonder if you had subconsciously started leaning on him, more than you had ever wanted. 

Luke continued getting ready for bed, not taking a second look at you since hitting you with his harsh words. 

“I-I’m sorry.” you croaked. 

“It’s fine, Y/n I just wish you could’ve been slightly more understanding.” he continued, still not facing you. 

“I think that maybe, I mean, um I gotta go.” you were speaking through tears, as you abruptly stood from the bed and hurried to leave the room. 

This caught Luke’s attention causing him to spin in your direction at lightning speed, finally taking in your emotional state.

“Going? Going where? I-what are you talking about?” 

You didn’t reply, grabbing your keys, bag, and shoes as you continued to speed to the front door. 

“Y/n!” he continued, following closely behind you. 

You paused at the front door and turned to meet his eyes. His stressed appearance subsided as you allowed him the opportunity to talk. 

“You’re upset.” he concluded, reaching a hand out to hold your cheek.

You leaned away from his touch and shook your head lightly, “M’not.” 

His features softened and he took another step closer to you, “You are. I’m sorry, I was harsh.” 

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” 

“Didn’t know?” 

“I don’t want t-to leech” you stuttered out. 

This rendered Luke speechless, realizing how cruel his words had been. You had taken this as an opportunity to exit the house, quickly running to your car. Luke made it to the driveway just in time to see you drive away. 

“Fuck” he snapped, jogging back towards the house to get his phone and call you in hopes of convincing you to come back. 

After calling you at least 20 times with no response he conceded and decided he should try and get some sleep, that way he was rested enough to get you to forgive him in the morning. 

His body fell naturally to his side of the bed, but his eyes lingered on where you typically laid. 

Rolling onto his back, eyes finding the ceiling he muttered to himself, “I’m an idiot.” 

Eventually he was tiring out, the bedroom ceiling growing extremely boring after staring for so long. He turned on his side to hug your pillow to his chest. As his hand slid under the pillow it came into contact with an envelope that had been hidden underneath. 

He sat up and flicked on a lamp to read the front, “To my Lu” 

He could tell that you had taken your time penciling on your words, each letter was flawless and written delicately. Before ripping it open he hesitated, questioning whether or not he even deserved to see what was inside after the way he spoke to you. The selfish part of his brain won for the second time that night. 

The first thing he saw after opening was two airline tickets situated just in front of a folded piece of notebook paper. 

He held his breath as he brought them into the light, two roundtrip business tickets to Sydney. 

He rushed to read the note you had left with them, unfolding it quickly. 

“Lu, 

Happy two years, my love. I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to call you mine for this long. Not a day goes by where I’m not in complete and utter awe of you and everything you do for me. I know how hard you work and how much you miss home and your family while you continue to grow in your music, and in yourself everyday. I know these aren’t the best tickets you’ve ever had by any means or the most extravagant vacation you’ve taken, but I wanted to show you how much I love you and how much I know you deserve, and need a break. We have 2 weeks, we leave tomorrow. I’ve worked it all out with the guys and your label. I know this is just a small way to repay you for the way you’ve taken care of me and the way you’ve loved me so selflessly for so long but I hope it shows you just a sliver of how much I love you. 

Yours always, 

               Y/n” 

He traced the letters of your name repeatedly as he blinked back a few stinging tears, before falling asleep, the note clutched tightly to his chest. 

That was a week, and about 100 missed calls ago.

About two days after you left, your friend had called to let him know that you were safe and staying with her for the time being. It had slightly lessened his worry, but the guilt he felt grew exponentially each day he had no reason to say your name.

He had claimed your side of the bed as his own in hopes that it would bring you closer to him. When he had finally dragged himself out of bed to shower he used your body wash and as embarrassing as it sounds nearly cried when the room was flooded with the familiar rose scented steam. And tonight while scouring through the liquor cabinet and feeling completely sorry for himself he had come across a bottle of tequila that you had purchased on your most recent vacation. 

Luke had put a serious dent in it by the time he was done scrolling through all of his pictures of you, and his finger began to itch with the need to call you. 

Through blurry and clouded eyes he located your contact, a breath hitching in his throat when he clicked the call button. 

With each unanswered ring he pinched his wrist, willing himself to wake up and discover this was all just some horrible nightmare, that he would just roll over and see you curled up next to him, warm, and sweet, and perfect. So fucking perfect. 

“You’ve reached y/n. Sorry I can’t get to the phone, leave a message and I’ll get back to you. Thanks” 

But it’s not his nightmare that got him here, it’s his mistake. 

“Y/n,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and scratchy as he hasn’t used it much in the past couple of days. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore, I miss you and I’m sorry. I-” his heart was pounding and his intoxication numbed him from the feeling of  the hot tears that streamed down his face as he continued. “M’selfish baby. I’m so selfish and I was talking out of my ass that night, of course you’re not leeching. That’s fucking ridiculous, you couldn’t be, I give you nothing compared to what you give me. I just don’t know how to admit I’m wrong and the money is bullshit, it doesn’t matter, we could both live without it.”  his chest felt tight as he took a large gulp of air. “I-I can’t live without you, really I don’t think I can. I need you and I love you. I love you so much. Just please come home to me, please baby. I need you with me, and I want to fucking give you the world and I know you don’t need me to give it to you. I want to. I just-I want to give you everything, anything. You can have it all. It’s yours. I’m yours, alwa-”  his pleads were cut off by the dial tone. 

“Always.” he repeated, staring at the black screen. 

pt. 2