#work from home oppertunity

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AT THE SAME DAMN TIME!

hot w/ hq duos! (pt 2)

ft.. ushijima + tendou // kuroo + kenma // kageyama + sugawara // bokuto + atsumu + sakusa // matsukawa + hanamaki

tws & tags.. nsfw minors dni. threeways (mmf). fourway (mmmf). specific warnings before each.

note.. click here for part one.

★ USHIJIMA + TENDOU

tw & tags.. vaginal, praise, begging, size kink, implied sex worker ! reader

it may have taken a decade, but the oppertunity finally arises wherein ushijima is able to visit tendou in paris. that's not to say they haven't seen in each other in ten years, but due to ushijima's commitments and contracts with the schweiden adlers, he is very bound to japan even during his time-off, which is why tendou most often flies home for them to meet.

however, ushijima eventually managed to arrange a trip to france. tendou showed him around the city, and most importantly, the chocolaterie he opened. he worked for an employer for seven years before he opened up a shop of his own; his pride and joy, and it was currently performing very well, business-wise. ushijima was more than impressed by his old friend.

while planning the journey, ushijima was going to book a hotel but tendou urged him not to waste his money, stating that his penthouse has a spare room for wakatoshi to sleep in. he embraced tendou's kind offer, and hence, at the end of their first day in paris together, ushijima joined tendou as they travelled back to his apartment.

what he wasn't expecting though, was a random woman roaming around the penthouse when they arrived. tendou didn't seem jarred or disturbed by your presense, so ushijima assumed your weren't an intruder. but equally, you weren't cleaning or cooking, so you couldn't be hired help. did tendou have a girlfriend he failed to mention?

when he turned to his friend to question your occupany in his apartment, tendou explained that he gets quite lonely while in paris — far away from his family and most of his friends — so he pays someone to keep him company. and you do your job very well, keeping him warm inside and out.

ushijima is still quite confused by his friend's explanation, so tendou suggests a demonstration.

though, tendou knows yourtimid and don't like visitors or guests — and hence his nickname for you: 'moody kitty' — so it takes some convincing, but you eventually agree.

your bent over the crytsal top coffee table, with your face and tits smushed against its cool surface while ushijima and tendou, stood next to each other, take turns ploughing into from behind. your skirt has been ripped off, so your bare ass and glistening pussy are on full display to both of them.

currently tendou is balls-deep inside you, sloppily rutting into your cunt over and over, while his familiar, slender fingers rub your folds and tormet your sensitive clit. your melodious moans ring throughout the room and highly overpower his low grunts that emit from his gut with each sporadic thrust. "mph, what a pretty, pretty kitty." he muses. "you've got nothing to be shy about. wakatoshi thinks your sexy too, right?"

"yes." he replies bluntly. ushijima stands aside and strokes his cock, mesmerised by the way your perky ass bounces and your entire perfect body quivers around tendou's dick. meanwhile, tendou doesn't seem to care about the fact he's got your brain fried from his tip repeatedly bumping your cervix. he just continued to rut into you, despite how your twitching figure and squelching pussy indicate that you can't take much more.

"ngh, fuck, sa— hah, satori! too much.." you whine against the table, the beads of saliva forming at corner of your mouth, sticking to the table, "m' so close!"

usually that would be a trigger for tendou to fuck you even harder, but in this instance, it reminds him that he has a guest present and signals that it is time for you to switch handler. "mmh, sorry about this, sugar.. you know i love to see your pretty pussy cum but.." without warning, he jerks himself out and motions for ushijima to take his place. "wakatoshi's turn now, princess. ya ready?"

you gasp at the unexpected action; your entire body suddering at how the cold air floods your previously conjested pussy. the burning sensation in your abdomen momentarily dies down, but it's short-lived, as the gape is soon filled by ushijima bullying his fat cock into your soaked cunt.

thankfully, tendou's actions and foreplay has made you sufficiently wet and lubricated, otherwise there would be no way in hell he'd be able to fit that monster dick inside your tight hole. even you laid there, shocked that it was fully inside you, as you could feel the way it protrudes from your tummy and pushes against your walls.

"mmph, too big! too full.. i can't!" you mewl, clawing at the smooth glass surface of the table to cope with the deliciously agonising stretch of your cunt. while ushijima and tendou simply pass entertained smirks to each other at your sweet cries.

"yes, you can, kitty. don't be shy." tendou purrs while stroking your plump ass, almost patronisingly. "be a good girl for wakatoshi like you are with me. show him how well-bahaved you are. c'mon, he doesn't bite."

ushijima does far worse than bite. you most definitely weren't ready for the way he fucked you. it was like you were being repeatedly impladed, yet somehow it was the best thing you've ever experienced. he had your eyes rolling back in your head and your tongue shamelessly hanging out from your mouth.

meanwhile, an entirely amused tendou slithers under the glass coffee table and lays on his back. that way, when he looks up, he can fuck his fist to the sight of your obscene facial expressions as you get your guts rearranged by his friend.

a smirk flickers over his lips, "not so shy anymore, are we, princess?"

you can't even pretend to grant his question with a sarcastic response as your mind can't even begin to form a coherent thought, from the way ushijima's bulbous tip tortures your g-spot. his dick raking against your spongy walls over and over until they are woefully sore from having to swallow him again and again.

since you were already high from sex with tendou, less than a minute with ushijima's dick inside your pussy already had you begging for a sweet release, "p-please! it's too much.." you cry, steaming up the glass under you with your hot breath, " 'm, ahh!— gunna cum!"

tendou's face burns as his hand furiously tugs at his cock, your gorgeous face and tits serving as perfect jerk material — not to mention your pornographic moans and drenched noises from your poor cunt. "nuh-uh, (y/n). can't cum til you ask wakatoshi for permission." he coos, meeting your lust-clouded gaze from beneath the glass — he can tell how badly you need to finish but unfortunately he loves teasing you even more. "c'mon. be good n' ask. use your words, kitty."

stringing together an intelligble sentence felt like an impossible task, but as you squeezed your eyes shut, and tensed your cunt around wakatoshi's lethal dick — relentless slamming into your pussy, you somehow manage to choke out, "mmmph, please, ushi— hah, fuck!" you spluttered, barely completing two words before an overwhelming surge of bliss overcame you again, throwing you off. but you found it in you to persevere, "can i cum? please can i finish?" you hastily breath out your inquiry as if it were all one word. your chest pressing against the glass with each deep breath you heave while stifling your impending orgasm.

ushijima continues his rythmic pace, his dick throbbing with in the confines of your homey walls as he feels his own climax fast-approaching. ".. yeah." he grunts.

but now it is your turn to shock him. as soon as merely utters the golden word, your cunt immediately clamps down on him, as you let your fiery high blissfully roll over you and totally embody the lust brimming in your abdomen.

and due to this, you even elicit a quiet groan from ushijima as he succumbs to his own climax and fires his hearty load into your hole. it's the best he's every had; he lets his vision glaze over as he's transported elsewhere. somewhere hot and soft. as he revels in the way your convulsing cunt desperately milks him dry, as though it were trying to savour every last drop of his precious seed.

even once you're both done, and you start coming down from your high, he remains buried in your snug cunt. he can't bring himself to pull out.

while ushijima stands there panting, tendou takes a break from pleasuring himself to crawl out from under the table to stand at the opposite end of the coffee table, where your face is. "how's that? good, isn't she?" tendou chuckles at his typically stoic friend appearing to visibly fucked-out.

wakatoshi nods breathlessly.

tendou hums in agreement as he slips his fingers under your chin to prop it up, as he uses his other hand to manoeuvre his cock into your glistening lips. he gazes down at you, and smiles warmly as you obidiently accept his length into your mouth, "she's perfect."

★ KUROO + KENMA

tw & tags.. power dynamics, inappropriate workplace relations, cockwarming, meanie! kenma, degredation, slight analplay, praise, handjobs, good cop/bad cop

kuroo and kenma have important work to do. recently, bouncing ball corp and it's affiliates have signed a contact to run a major event with the japanese volleyball association, led by yours truly. hence, there was less than a week less until the event and still mass amounts of work needing done.

there were heaps of paper work in kenma's office that required filing, while kuroo had thousands of emails to respond to and marketing to clear as head of the jva promotional division. together they decided that they needed to tackle this backlog head-on and pull an all-nighter together at kenma's office in tokyo. there they could have peace and quiet to simply focus on all the duties that required their attention.

they begun work at around 9AM and kept going until 5PM. then they took a one hour dinner break before resuming the grind. however, they ran out of steam again at around midnight, despite the multiple coffees and energy drinks they had gone through.

something stronger was nessecary to keep them focussed. and thankfully kenma had just the thing.

his cute secretary usually clocked out at 5PM but kenma was weary of the fact him and kuroo were going to stay late today, so he scheduled you a night shift instead.

kuroo was skeptical at how a secretary would be able to help with their workload, but he kept his inquires to himself while kenma summoned you to the office.

you arrived around ten minutes afer he texted you, and when kuroo laid eyes on you, it was like he had been instantly awoken, but mostly below the belt. the way your white blouse clung to your alluring figure, and your skirt was inappropriately tight and he could leer over every curve of your perky ass.

"ten minutes? what the hell.." kenma chides, but with a lot less force than usual — he's too tired to spank you like he usually does.

"sorry! i fell asleep at my desk again.." you clasp your hands together and apologise profusely, "i am really sorry. i put a special ringtone for your texts too that's really loud but i still slept through it.."

"again.. do i need a shock collar or something?" he stresses, fidgeting with the pen in his hand as he slouches against his desk. "or how about a vibrator? and i can keep the controller for it."

you blush at the idea, and kuroo is also thoroughly scandalised upon hearing the way kenma talks to his assistant. surely that violates lots of workplace harassment laws, he thinks to himself. however, his view will change once he starts to understand the special nature of the relationship you have with your boss.

"kenma, be nice." he comments. but kenma just rolls his eyes.

"this is kuroo, the head of the promotional divison at the jva." he introduces you to kuroo, then does the reverse, "and this is my secretary, (y/n)." his head snaps back round to glare daggers at you, "be polite, (y/n). don't embarrass me."

you nod nervously under his piercing amber scrutiny and rush over to shake kuroo's hand. "hi, nice to meet you, sir." you splutter.

kuroo smiles up at you warmly, "nice to meet you too." he's got a strong grip but you don't let go until he does first. then, you glance back at kenma for his approval, but all you see is him motioning for you to come closer to him.

which you do, wordlessly. once you are within arms-length, he yanks you forwards and pulls your skirt up, revealing your supple ass and your black thong. "you call that underwear? that's dental floss, slut.."

he spreads your cheeks and runs his slender fingers over your cute asshole, entranced by the way it subtly quivers at his cold touch. "kenma.. stop.." you whine, and kuroo watches in dismay as this happens.

little does he know, you are completed accustomed to and accepting of kenma's perverted antics. you're just a lil' shy when it comes to ass stuff. but even then, you have a safe word with kenma and it certainly isn't 'stop'. kuroo is too horrified (and turned-on) to utter a single word. he's petrified.

kenma lets go of your ass and for moment kuroo believes he has come to his senses, until kenma commands in a low voice, "strip." then kuroo's jaw virtually falls to the floor. and he's even more shocked when you actually do it.

they both watch intently as you sensually pull your skirt down then follow it up by tugging your panties off to reveal your entire ass and pussy. you also unbutton your blouse, then undo your bra and let your tits fall out. your nipples visibly pebbled and erect due to the cold air. and finally, you slip your heels off and shuffle awkwardly in place, awaiting further instruction.

midway through your little show, kenma begins to pull his trousers down to free hardened length. when he holds it in his hand, he doesn't even need to say a word, he just gazes up at you with that risque glint in his eye and you are already trained on what to do next.

usually he'll suck your clit a bit first or play with your nipples to dampen you enough to take his cock, but he hasn't this time, hence you especially struggle to sink down on him. but being the helpful man he is, he pushes you down by the shoulders until your sat nicely on his lap and he is balls-deep inside you.

"nngh, kenma, hurts.." you stutter, your nails digging into the thick material of his shirt. your growing increasing wet by the second, your juices even dripping down his shaft, but that hardly takes away from the strain on your walls.

"of course it does.." he mutters, picking up his pen in one hand and resting the other on the small of your back. "just stay put, okay?"

at some point during that suspicious encounter, kuroo was able to put the pieces together and realised that your relationship might not be entirely professional, like he had initially thought. which was a relief; he worried he was going to have to file an urgent report to HR about his childhood best friend.

"kuroo.." kenma spoke softly, "come over."

kuroo was unsure at first, but perhaps it was due the growing tent in his pants, or maybe his lust-clouded judgement, but he gave minimal resistance before he stood up from his chair, and dragged it over to kenma's side of the desk.

he then took a seat again, but right beside you and kenma. your face was hooked over kenma's shoulder, nuzzling into his bleached hair, while kuroo admired your naked figure, tenderly tracing your exposed spine with the pads of his fingers.

despite this attention, you paid no mind to kuroo whatsoever, causing a gasp to be ripped from your throat when kenma smacks your plump ass. "(y/n), what did i say about being polite?"

you pout at his harsh words then turn to kuroo with glossy eyes, who can only dote over your adorable expression. he cups your cheek in his hands and coos, "aw, don't be so mean to the pretty girl, kenma." he directs his first comment at his friend, then the latter at you, "you're tired, sweet thing, aren't you?"

you nod at his understanding, then nuzzle into his neck instead. he chuckles at this, "yeah? we're all sleepy, huh." you quickly realise he's more buff than kenma, from the way his muscles flex against your skin as he rubs your back. also, he smells like a man; an expensive man. you don't know what cologne he's wearing but it's intoxicating and so romantic.

kuroo starts to undo his fly and pull his cock out from the parition in the fabric of his trousers, but kenma — cold stare not averting from the paperwork in front of him — is quick to warn, "careful. she's a messy slut." he accenuates his point by shifitng his spare hand from the small of your back to under your ass, where he lift you slightly to reveal the creamy ring of essence you've left at his base.

kuroo, opting to save his trousers from being soiled, pulls them down to his knees. "not a slut," kuroo correct gently, as he works on freeing his dick from his briefs, "just excited."

you nod, gaze dropping to watch kuroo rub his long, exposed shaft. his other hand toys with your nipple, playfully but firm enough that it forces your body to face him. he huffs a chuckle at the way you gawk at his impressive length, "think you can help me out too, beautiful?"

"mhm." your hand wanders over his beefy thigh before you fingers cautiously wrap around his cock. his fierce eyes are fixed to you with a glaring precion, soaking up your every move. from the way your bare tits sway as you lean forward, or how you swallow a lump in your throat formed due to kenma cock still nestled up within your walls.

once you have him fully in your grip, you begin to pump his cock gently — stroking it, more than anything. and kuroo lets out a satisfied sigh at the stimulation. however, kenma must have misinterpreted it as a sigh of frustration, as he urges you, "(y/n), go faster. why're you being so lazy today?"

kuroo shakes his head, relaxing back into his chair, and holding your face into his neck by cradling your head. "it's fine, kenma. she's doing perfect." he reassures, pressing a benign peck on your temple, smiling into your skin, "you're too harsh."

kenma rolls his eyes, not averting his feline eyes from the work afore him even once, "she's not your secretary; i know she can do better." kenma argues, in his signature monotone, on accentuated by his tired voice, "maybe you're just too nice to whores."

"awh, don't listen to kenma, sweetheart. you're not a whore." he musues, admiring the way your pretty hands tug at his dick, and how your gorgeous naked body looks sprawled out across him and kenma. he could just eat you up; starting with those cute tits. "maybe you should come back to the jva headquarters with me. i have a lot of things i could use your help with."

"stop that." kenma spits.

kuroo titters at his half-assed attempt to poach his friend's secretary, then leans forward so he can reach his laptop. the rest of the night goes on like this, with kenma's cock planted inside your pussy, and kuroo occasionally grunting under his breath while you stroke him at a very mild rate. it's awfully intimate, and although you anticipate the encounter will escelate once kuroo and kenma finish their work, unfortunately you all fall asleep before that happens. and the janitor has a nasty surprise when he walks in on you all in that position.

★ KAGEYAMA + SUGAWARA

tws & tags.. oral (m receiving) , tit jobs, rough sex, handjob, sex worker! reader, degredation, praise and general messiness

the schweiden adlers scheduled a practise match against another team in their base location, and even though kageyama didn't anyone to watch, sugawara heard about the match through the grapevine and decided to attend — since he was in the area and had the day off work — in order to surprise and show support for an old friend.

suga appears in the stands with only around thirty other people watching, since it was only a practise match. around halfway through the game, kageyama noticed his familiar face in the small crowd, and they briefly flashed each other smiles of acknowledgement.

after the match, suga approached kageyama and they caught up a little bit. talking about what they've been doing since graduation and how things have been going in their personal lives. their conversation was cut short though as kageyama was being urged to shower and change out of his jersey by his coach, and suga happily offered to walk with him to the changing room.

as they walked through the hallways of the sports centre, they continued their idle chatter. suga brought up, "being a professional volleyball must be stressful, huh?"

"eh. not really." kageyama shrugged.

"huh?! seriously?! i mean, i work at an elementary school and i'm stressed out, like, all the time. i've already started finding grey hairs!" suga explains frantically, "so, i have no idea how you cope as a volleyball player. when there's so much pressure for you to perform well at matches, in front of millions of people."

kageyama is a bit perplexed by the 'grey hairs' comment, but he glosses over that and instead replies, "i guess it is a lot of pressure sometimes. but i deal with it pretty well."

"how?" suga asks desperately, anticipating kageyama to introduce him to some sort of intricate zen technique, or a life-changing diet regime. and naturally he was extremely disappointed when tobio responds with,

"there's a janitor at home base who gives blowjobs for ¥4000."

suga simply stares with his mouth hung agape, astounded. taking bjs off some old crusty janitor was not the solution he was seeking at all. however, kageyama must've interpreted his stunned silence as curiosity, as he added, "c'mon, i'll show you." as he makes a b-line down some random hallway, which was clearly not the direction they were meant to go in for the changing rooms, and suga has no choice but to follow him as he can't navigate through this building on his own.

albeit, he makes his intentions very clear as he marches after kageyama, "i'm not going to pay some random guy for a service like that. and you shouldn't be doing that either, it's messed u—" as he drones on, kageyama halts outside a random door and knocks on it, and suga is left truly speechless when the door creaks open and stood there is you in your tight-fitting janitors outfit.

suddenly, suga was reaching into his wallet to see if he had ¥4000 on him.

after an awkward interaction (followed by a smooth monetary transaction), your kneeled down in the janitor's cupboard with suga and kageyama stood in front of you. your bare chest was exposed but you kept your pants on, unlike the two of them who were eager to jam their dicks down your pretty throat.

kageyama was as rough as usual, making full use of your hair in order to maneuver you around to his will, forcing you to deepthroat his cock when he felt like it. "just like that, fuck. keep fuckin' going." he'd heave angrily, brows furrowed together in hedonistic fury.

he loved seeing the imprint of his dick in your neck, or against your puffy cheeks. and the way your eyes would screw shut whenever you got a taste of his bitter precum that would seep onto your tongue as you sucked. "better not stop.."

sugawara was far more adept at feigning kindness. he wouldn't grip your hair the way kageyama would, no, whenevr he wanted your attention, he'd gently cup your chin and guide it so you were gazing up at him. but it was all an act really, because he was far more perverted than kageyama every was. like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

whenever you were pleasing tobio, suga would lean over and fondle your tits while you'd pump his cock. he'd tug and pinch at your hardened nipples and smirk devilishly whenever he'd get any reaction from you. and he was up for far more than bjs, he'd bend his knees slightly so his dick slid perfectly between your tits, and when you'd press your girls together, he audibly groaned at the soft sensation.

through heavy lidded eyes you met the doting hazel stare of suga, who smiles down at you, "you're so pretty.." he muses, leaning over to cup your cheek in his hand, gently grazing your burning skin with his thumb. "such soft tits. you're a dream, dear." the kindness was foreign to you, thus you smiled up at him, while he continued to drag his dick between your tits, bumping your chin occassionally.

kageyama was quick to notice that your mouth was currently unoccupied, and hence seized the oppertunity to snap your head round towards him by your hair, causing you to yelp. "go on," he urged, guiding his cock back to your closed mouth and tapping his leaky tip against your lips, "get to work. swallow it, slut." he growled, a mocking smirk playing on his features.

tobio wasn't usually so forceful with you. he was abrasive, sure, but never rude. there was something different about him today, but admittedly, you kinda enjoyed it. the sinister glint in his ocean eyes caused a canal of heat to stir in your core, and pool in your panties, as you gazed up at him and obidently accepted his length back into your adoring mouth. all while sugawara was still thrusting his dick between your plush tits.

you pushed them together even further, causing a stifled whimper to be pulled from suga. "uhh— that's perfect, angel. thank you — acht, so much." he heaves, unable to suppress a delighted grin at your adorable little face, all stuffed with kageyama's cock, and your gorgeous tits which engulf him so well. "you're too good at that.."

kageyama's cock is shoved virgously down your throat, and he basically uses your mouth as his very own fleshlight. piloting your movements with his fist balled up in your hair, as his hips rock against your sloppy mouth. "heh, you look like a fuckin' whore like this." he blabbers through gritted teeth, "shit- might be cause you are one." and you can tell by the way his grin disappated and his eyes grow watery that he's getting close to his high.

but suga beats him at the chase, as his dick twitches against your chest and before you are given any time to prepare, he unloads his seed between your tits. and being the kind woman you are, you use your hands to push them together to keep his cock wrapped up tight as he climaxes, even if that means your entire chin, neck and tits are all coated in a layer of his semen.

he's got quite a hefty load, and he only pulls away once you are thoroughly painted. his eyes were screwed shut while he came, but once he is able to pry one open and look at the sticky mess he has made of you, he can't help but snicker to himself. "acht, sorry, angel. i've made an awful mess of you, haven't i?" he hums, talking to you in a disturbingly clement tone, "don't worry, it'll be easy to clean. we are in a janitor's cupboard, there should be something that could wi—"

"don't. she looks hot like this." kageyama states bluntly. during sugawara's orgasm, kageyama mercifully reduced his pace and allowed you to slowly bob back and forth on his length and lick his shaft. but not to make it easier for you or anything, of course not; it just happened naturally as kageyama was more entertained by watching sugawara cover you with his hot cum. it was so filthy.

"hah, look like even more of a whore now. covered in cum." kageyama huffed out a chuckle and began to increase the rate at which he was thrusting his cock into your mouth, with such intensity it was such to leave your lips bruised. "bet you like that, don't you? don't you?"

"mmph!" was all you were able to respond as kageyama frantically slammed you against his cock over and over, right until his thick cum unexpectedly shot down your throat. warm and suffocating, threatening to stick to the walls of your throat if you don't swallow it all — so you do, tentatively.

meanwhile, kageyama and suga's eyes did not part from you, not once. "yeah, drink it all up." kageyama groans, stumbling in place from his euphoric high, "savour it and don't miss any. not a drop."

you choke it all down like he orders, then open your mouth to show the proof. kageyama exhales in satisfaction, while sugawara pats your head, "wow, what a good girl, eh?"

you nod, pleased with your work, and believing that the session was coming to a close, you are about to stand upright from your knelt position on the floor, until suga uses his hand on your head to push you back down. "not so fast, angel. you're not done quite yet." he sings, reaching for his wallet which he sat on one of your shelves, "there's another ¥8000 in it for you if you want to go again."

you press your lips together and furrow your brows contemplatively. it's a tricky decision, and suga can detect your hesitancy, and thus he attempts to further persuade you, "c'mon, i think you'd look so pretty covered with some more of our cum, eh?"

★ MATSUKAWA + HANAMAKI

tws & tags.. analplay, vaginal, fingering, shower sex and just general pervertedness.

what you did not realise was that becoming matsukawa's girlfriend and moving in with him and hanamaki meant you were signing up be a live-in sex doll for both of them. and they were so so mean to you.

despite still living together, you didn't quite grasp how close they were prior to moving in together. they were certainly a dynamic duo. it's like you couldn't even have sex with just matsukawa anymore, it always had to be a threeway. which you didn't mind at first because double penetration is always fun, but it often gets to a point where you are so overstimulated, you can no longer tell if the cock stuffed balls-deep into your mouth is your boyfriend's, or someone else's. and the copious amount of cum dribbling out of your ass might've been his too.

and they weren't just meanies in bed either. matsukawa had a fasination with your tits and would pinch your nipples or tug at them while you were trying to cook dinner — or when you were trying to do anything in peace, really. hanamaki was more of an ass man, but when it came to you, he was just an all-round provoker. whenever you wore a skirt he'd always try to pinch your clit or tease your pussy in any way he could. it drove you crazy but you also loved it.

and it was impossible to escape them either, since there was usually always at least one of them in the house. and they were both constantly on. you can't even watch a movie together in peace; when you are at the most climactic part, and you assume they are both super absorbed into the film, they'll both start trying to finger your holes out of nowhere.

hell, you can't shower alone any more, they need to insert themselves in there too. even if they just had a shower that same morning.

so, here you all are together, squeezed into the one shower cubicle because they can't seem to seperate themselves from you for twenty minutes. you're all nude and pressed up against each; mattsun is standing in front of you, facing you and rubbing shampoo into your hair, while hanamaki is stood behind you, his erect cock sliding betwen your plump thighs.

you smile into your boyfriend's buff chest, as he caresses shampoo into your scalp, while you work on exfoliating your arms. he chuckles at the sensation and tilts your head up so he can press a long, sensual kiss upon your lips, which you happily return.

as your lips intimately weave together, you feel one of soap hands attach itself your tit and begin fondling it. you can't help but giggle at how typical that is, but you keep kissing and allow him to continue, as he still uses his other hand to massage your scalp. "got such cute tits, baby." he groans against your lips.

"you say that all the time.." you whine, and he only laughs.

"'cos it's true." he briefly pinches your nipple, causing you to mewl, "they're perfect. you're perfect, (y/n). got the best body i've every seen." his kisses trail from the corner of your lips to your jaw, to your neck, until your head is tossed back and you're moaning as he sucks deep hickeys into your skin. now his grip on your head is just being used to keep you close.

"barf." hanamaki grunts to himself while rolling his eyes. he was originally lathering shower gel on your back, be he seems to have descended to massaging your ass cheeks.

you cry even louder as matsukawa's fingers travel from your tits to between your thighs. he toys around with your labia and aggressively rubs your clit a little to warm you up, but due to all the lubrication from the shower, he doesn't need to wait long before he is able to slip his two digits right up your pleading enterance. "nghh— issei, don't stop, please!"

"i won't, baby. this desperate cunt need me that bad, huh?" his mouth frees itself from your neck, leaving marks that will surely blossom into pigmented hickeys by the morning, and he begins to kiss you again. but this time much more feverishly, shoving his tongue into your mouth and grinding your bodies against each other as he rapidly fingers you.

your legs even part slightly to grant him more access, and he takes this as a sign to speed up. lethally thrusting into your pussy and curling his digits against your spongy, sensitive walls until your basically sobbing for mercy into the kiss. "ahh— fuck, issei. 'ts too good! faster, faster please, issei! i need you.."

"course you need me, baby." his honeyed words are hot against your earlobe, "who else is going to fuck this greedy pussy everyday, huh? tell me." naturally, one of your legs ended up hooked around his hips; not only to increase the closeness but also so he could reach your g-spot with ease. however, hanamaki interpretted that as an oppertunity for himself. you paid no mind at all when you heard him getting on his knees behind you, no, you were far too involved with the wet make-out session with your boyfriend and the way he expert finger slid feverishly in and out of your cunt.

but you had no choice but to notice his actions when you felt hanamaki's tongue worm into your tight ass. instinctually you jerked away from the kiss to gasp and writhe at the strange sensation, but matsukawa held you very still in his strong arms.

"awh, baby, what's wrong?"

it didn't take a genius to figure out what his friend was doing to you, and he couldn't help but be entertained by it. the way your little face screwed up at the intrusion yet he could tell your eyes glinted with excitement at the foreign sensation. your even bit down harshly on your bottom lip as though you were trying to prevent your tongue rolling out and giving away how much you truly liked it. so fucked out you couldn't even respond to his simple question.

"look at that face. aren't you just the cutest thing?" he swiped one of his soapy hands across your nose, leaving a trail of foam in it's wake. not that you cared, you were too overcome by the feeling of hanamaki's tongue gliding in and out of your ass, and his soft lips working expertly against your puckered hole. "feel good, baby? want more?"

you hesitated, looking up at your boyfriend with a slight grimace, and he contiued, "no point in lyin'. i can see it all over your face. you like it, dont you? you don't need to be ashamed, pretty girl. we're here to take care of you, okay?" he got increasingly closer to your face as he spoke, and at the end of his question, he locked his lips with yours. and kissed back, despite the shrieks caged at the base of your throat from how good hanamaki's mouth was making you feel. in tandem with your boyfriend's fingers still sloppily thrusting into your messy cunt.

when hanamaki eventually pulled out, you were only spared a momentarily rest, as the power of matsukawa's fingers was growing by the second. perhaps you had been given relief from the tongue inserted into your hole, but the force of matsukawa's fingering was ready to lead you to your climax at any moment. and you were moaning desperately and frantically against his lips in preparation. "issei, please, please! 'm so close, fuck me faster. please, issei."

meanwhile, hanamaki had grown painfully bored. it wasn't fair that his friend got all of you attention — and why? just because the two of you were dating? rubbish.

he thought maybe while in the shower he should focus on cleaning himself. he searched for a bar of soap, then a luffa. during which, he saw one of those luffa's attached to stick hanging from the shower caddy. the stick part was likely to aid in the luffa reaching one's back, but it gave him a bright idea.

he reached over and grabbed it. and just as your insides were ready to spill all over your boyfriend's fingers stuffed into your pussy, hanamaki jams the handle right up your tight asshole. as much of the length as he could manage in one push.

"takahiro!" you squeal, your voice echoing off the walls of the shower as you finally come undone over your boyfriend's fingers. your own fluids ejecting from your pussy mixing in with the lukewarm water already dripping all down your legs.

"takahiro?" matsukawa defensively jerks his fingers straight out of your pussy upon hearing you call his friend's name instead of his own. "who has been fucking your cunt this whole time?" he argues, completely oblivious to what is going on behind the scenes.

"you like that, (y/n)?" hanamaki muses cockily, toying with the stick a tiny bit. observing how moving it only slightly would elicit such large reactions from you. "want my dick in there too? huh?"

"what?" matsukawa snips.

★ BOKUTO + ATSUMU + SAKUSA

tws & tags.. oral (m + f receiving), anal, breeding kink, impact play, rough sex, degredation, praise, squirting. won't make sense unless you read part one.

sakusa subconsciously twitches at the delicious sight of you completely bare, bent over in front of bokuto, and your glossy lips wrapped firmly around the base of atsumu's cock.

invited into the ordeal, regularly he'd turn his nose up at something like and scornfully report the indecency to the coach, but there was just something so alluring about you in this state. that's how his legs moved on their own to carry him towards your body, specifically situating himself beside bokuto and promptly kneeling down.

as he does so, his eyes are lasered to your gorgeous, gently shivering body, all bare and exposed for them. his gaze is especially stuck to your pretty, glistening cunt, currently stuffed with bokuto's beefy cock and drooling around it.

bokuto and atsumu are both in a state of shock. they're still out of breath as they were coming down from their imminent, unfulfilled orgasms, due to sakusa's rude interuption. but they can't find it in themselves to be mad or frustrated. in fact, they briefly share a look of relief with each other, due to sakusa opting to join their little tryst instead of rebuking them for it.

however, evidently some shuffling needs to be done in order to accommodate for sakusa's desires. he's on his knees beside bokuto, clearly wanting to get a taste of your pretty pussy (thankfully before it was soiled with bokuto's cum.) so bokuto, very kindly, pulls out with a lewd squelching noise, to allow kiyoomi to shuffle over between your legs so his head aligns with your cunt.

"you okay if kiyoomi joins in, baby?" atsumu asks mockingly while stroking your hair, snickering when your reply is entirely muffled by his cock stuffed in your mouth.

"she doesn't mind, do ya?" bokuto asks rhetorically, grabbing a joyous fistful of your ass as he does so. "this pussy's wet enough for all of us, huh?"

"yeah, you're a brave girl, you can handle three guys, right?" atsumu looks down at you with a condescending smirk, as he strokes your head with his thumb, "we'll be gentle with this delicate body, promise."

"you know we take good care of ya." bokuto smiles, holding his cock which has been smeared with your fluids. not that he minds, only makes it easier for him to relocate and slip it straight into your tight ass, along with the subtle forewarning, "incoming." before he jams it right into you.

atsumu laughs as he watches you eyes screw shut and your mouth twitches around his dick. "that hurt, baby?" he teases, not expecting a response. he can read it all by the mere expression on your face. it was the most sultry agony, the congestive sensation created a infectious pleasure that pervaded your entire nude body. every inch of your exposed flesh pricked in delight at how bokuto's fat length felt in your snug ass.

"shit, she's tight.." bokuto gritted, barely leaving you with any time to adjust before he automatically began rolling his hips against your ass, "don't think you'll ever pull me out of her.." he panted with a ghost of a smile.

the pace began to pick up, in every hole. atsumu held your face in place as he always did, while he fucked into it. while bokuto marvelled in the newly discovered sensation, groaning uncontrollably while slowly thrusting into your pristine asshole — very sedate and savouring every inch of you.

the new addition, sakusa, was planted between your legs. his big hand captured your thigh to hold it in place and ensure your legs were sufficiently parted. his thumb dug into your supple skin while his other hand worked at your folds, spreading them wide so he could admire your splayed pussy for a moment. then, he buried the flat of his tongue deep against your labia, and pressed his lips against your cunt — exploring your pussy thoroughly with just his mouth, investigating every dip and lapping at each part.

he was quick to locate your sensitive nub and paid it all sorts of attention: from vibrating his tongue against it to sucking on it to kissing it tenderly. all of which caused you to whine as atsumu continued to shove his cock down your throat.

"fuck— ki— mmph, kiyoomi, what're you doing t'her?" he grunted, tossing his head back from the way your mouth reverberated around his dick. "the bitch won't shut the fuck up— mgh, that slutty mouth."

sakusa didn't answer. though you did feel him smile against your juicy cunt. this confirmation was enough to persuade him to venture further. his furious make-out session with your damp pussy was halted when he abruptly chose to dive inside your hole, swiftly shoving his tongue past your entrance and worming around in your homey walls. all while his lips still moved against your puffy folds.

since he had been teetering on the edge of an orgasm right before sakusa had entered the changing room, it wasn't long before atsumu's pumping into your mouth became sporadic, and he began to lose stamina, due to his impending climax clouding his mind and draining his energy. "ah, shit, baby. you've got me so close; so god damn close. finish me off quick and i won't make a mess all in this pretty hair, mkay?" he joked (or at least, you hoped he was joking.)

"y-yeah, me too.." and bokuto was the same, although since your clenched little asshole was basically suckling on his cock, his pace had steadily been far more relaxed, holding onto your plush ass cheeks while he leisurely dragged his cock from and into your hole, exhibiting a prolonged groan each time. "shit.. look, your ass won't let go of my cock. hah, guess i gotta cum inside. you don't mind, do ya, (y/n)?"

"nah, she's used to being our cumdump." atsumu huffed a chuckle.

"damn right she is." bokuto panted with a harsh slap on your ass, causing you to clamp down on his cock which pried a stifled whimper from him. "shit." he cursed under this breath.

the bubbling pool of hot liquid within in your stomach was also growing exponentially every passing second. you were just so full; stuffed to the brim with appendages jammed into each of your pleading, desperate holes. there was no breathing room left. bokuto's monster cock was forced so far up your ass that you were left straining to try fit him all inside, a lewd stretch of your hole each time he'd push into you. along with atsumu's length, which required you to deep-throat whenever he carelessly shoved it as deep as he could physically manage.

at the cherry on top was sakusa's expert tongue rummaging around your spongy insides as though he searching for something. and he was, and you had hell to pay when he found it; your g-spot. his merciless tongue abused that shit to an unholy degree. you were only spared a break in ten second intervals when he'd yank his tongue out of your cunt so he could kiss and lap at your wet pussy, devouring your folds and licking up your juices, but that relief was fleeting, before he would dive right back into your hole and resume his torture on that gummy, sensitive spot inside you.

you weren't sure what his agenda was. why he was so adament on making you feel extraplanar levels of ecstasy, and how he possibly got off on that, but you weren't left with much time to contemplate before you were furiously orgasming aginst his face, squirting your fluids onto the floor and into his mouth while your entire body convulsed.

bokuto and atsumu quickly followed suit. "shit, (y/n), let go— your too fuckin tight— hah—" the way your ass cleched around his cock was enough to tip him over the edge. vision filled with stars, bokuto unloaded spurts of his hot seed into your asshole, filling it all up to the brim, enough cum to peek out your puckered enterance after he pulled out. "oh, fuck.. that grip.. was insane."

meanwhile atsumu experiences a similar flurry during his finish as ropes of his sticky cum are shot down your throat. his head tips back and he grinds your face down on his dick as he finished, until the tip of your nose was brushing his base, "ah, just like that, sexy. drink it all up.. keep suckin' til i'm dry, baby. i'll tell you when to stop." he blubbered all sorts of nonsense when he was high.

by the time he removed his cock from your mouth, you were too paralysed from pleasure to even move and inch, still bent over with cum sliding down your throat, and filling up your asshole too. not to mention sakusa's lips which were still locked to your pussy, but thankfully his tongue had given your g-spot a break.

bokuto motion for atsumu to come round the back, so he lurched over. bokuto spread your cheeks and planted a big hand on the small of your back to keep you bent over, as he displayed his conquest to his friend — the sight of his cum peeking out of your puckered asshole. "so damn cute." bokuto expressed triumphantly. then he tilts his head and comments, "reminds me of a cream filled donut."

"hah, fatass."

while they were engaging in their mindless patter, sakusa had finally stopped working on your pussy and stood up straight, aiding you in doing the same. when you are upright, he snakes an arm around your lower back and pulls you close against him, gazing down at you with a hungry glint in his eyes you've never seen from him before. "while they are flaccid," his hot breath tickles your lips, while the firm tent in his pants grinds against your thigh, "do i get you all to myself?"

[starrihan]

could you write jay and jungw sharing y/n🙏🏾

-> Pairing: Jay x afab! Reader x Jungwon

-> Plot: your need for a roommate leads you to meeting Jungwon who always brings his friend Jay around

-> Genre: smut, 3some, jay is kind of a sleeze, shy jungwon, squirting, use of nicknames (baby girl), oral (m receiving), fingering, nipple play, kissing, orgasm denial, piv sex, creampie (always use protection!!), drooling

-> Warnings: none

-> Word Count: 2,205

-> Notes: you guys deliver quick I’m so happy to write requests 🤩🤩🤩 disclaimer tho this is my first 3some fic so please bear with me. also since this is a very broad ask please let me know if anything in this fic bothered you or wasn’t what you were expecting, I’m simply writing based on what I was given~ (not proofread)

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okay so im imagining a roommate type situation.

like Jungwon is your roomate who has his friend Jay over a lot so you slowly start getting acquainted to him too. you had advertised needing a roommate to help pay for rent. you weren't expecting a response so quick but jungwon jumped at the oppertunity and you didn't mind as long as he was clean and not a freak (at least one of those things is true.)

so there is born a new friendship, and roommate-ship between you and jungwon. you guys would hang out sometimes, often eating dinner together and watching a movie since you both got home from work or school around the same time. you kept to yourself a lot, not that he minded since he did too. but one day he asked if it was okay for him to bring friends over, which you happily allowed. that was the day you met Jay and a couple of his other friends. while he hung out with all of them, he hung out with Jay the most.

usually when he had his friends over, you stayed in your room, not wanting to bother them. sometimes they'd bring food back for you to which you were very thankful and you would eat with them. then you'd retreat back to your room for the rest of the night. you didn't know that you had caught Jay's eye. one time after eating dinner with them, you went back to your room like normal, thanking them for the food.

"yo, you ever hit that?"

cue jungwon almost choking on his food.

"what??? thats my roommate Jay, no."

"what? she's hot. can I have her if you won't?"

"I guess? i don't think she wants you though. she would've mentioned to me if she did."

jungwon had never seen you in that way before, but after seeing how Jay was talking about getting with you, he'd start to notice you a bit more. how smooth your legs always looked. how full your chest looked in your shirt. how nice your thighs and ass looked in those leggings. how it was so hard for him to control his boner around you. he wanted to curse Jay for bringing your sexiness to his attention. he never acted on it though. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or worse, be kicked out of the apartment. that didn’t stop Jay from making comments about you to him every so often.

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there’s one weekend where Jungwon was going to go on a trip with his friends. they were only going to be a couple hours away and they even invited you out as well, but you declined, preferring a relaxing weekend alone instead. of course they respected your wishes and left soon after. a little bit into their drive away, Jay realizes that he has left his wallet in Jungwon’s room and needed to go back to get it. they all head back and wait in the car while Jungwon and Jay go back inside.

you, having been home alone for about 30 minutes by now, didn’t know that they would be coming back. you wasted no time taking off your pants, finally being able to touch yourself without needing to hold back your moans. naturally due to your little whines and grunts, you don’t hear the front door open.

your noises alert the two males, going to check on you to make sure you’re fine before finally heading out. since you were home alone you felt no need to close your bedroom door, which just so happened to be down the hall from Jungwon’s. one peek inside your room was all it took for them to realize what was going on, you frozen in place like a deer in headlights.

they look at each other, Jungwon holding a shocked expression while Jay’s is the opposite, a crooked smirk appearing on his face.

“my, my, look what we have here.”

shocked and embarrassed can’t even begin to describe your emotions right now. your whole face is flushed red, body limp yet frozen, too shocked to even try to cover yourself up.

“w-what are you guys doing here?”

finally coming to, you grab the blanket closest to you, throwing it over your lower half to cover yourself. Jay’s smirk doesn’t fade as he walks up to you.

“no need to cover yourself up darling, we’ve already seen the goods.”

you didn’t want to admit how extremely hot you found Jay. despite the embarrassment you were currently feeling, a new wave of need was hitting you with every step closer he took. he would trace his fingers over your arm, which was still under the blanket as you were using it to get off. he would look back over to Jungwon whose sporting a painfully obvious boner.

“look at Jungwon, he’s hard from just seeing you like this. maybe you could help us out?”

you look between the two men, confused and turned on beyond belief. Jay helps your nerves, beckoning Jungwon over before placing a hand under your chin, tilting your head to the side so he has better access to you neck. once you feel his lips on your neck, you throw your head back, gasps leaving you mouth the closer her gets to your sweet spot.

Jungwon is on the other side of you, nervous as he reaches his hands around your waist, feeling up your curves and chest. you relax into their touch, getting off on the attention they're giving you as your hand resumes its previous task, 2 fingers delving in and out of your hole.

"such a dirty girl, getting off to the two of us touching you"

Jay tsks, replacing your hand with his own, using two of his fingers to help you out. Jungwon, pent up already, pulls his pants down to reveal his raging boner, tip red and angry. you waste no time wrapping your wet fingers around his length, slowly pumping as he sighs out of relief. Jungwon entangles his hands in your hair, leaning down to capture your lips as Jay continues his movements, following your neck as you kiss Jungwon.

you moan as Jay hits a particular spot your short fingers normally have trouble reaching, gasping into Jungwon's mouth as you pump him faster. Jay's nibbling at your neck, increasing his speed as he feels your walls clench around his fingers. you can't help the gush of liquid that comes out of you, soaking the blanket and Jay's hand.

"fuck, you're so hot"

you pull away from Jungwon to kiss Jay, hand pumping faster on Jungwon as he bucks his hips into your hand, pinching and playing with your nipples under your shirt. your moans don't stop, and that keeps them both going as Jay whips the blanket off of you. both men climb into the bed with you. you pull away from Jay as Jungwon helps you take your shirt off, placing your hand back on his length as soon as you're free from the material. Jay takes his pants off in the meantime, watching your tits bounce freely out of the shirt.

"mind if I have her first Won? I've been waiting for this,"

you look up at him, eyes pleading with him to just be in you already. Jungwon nods his head at the older, biting back moans as he tries not to cum just yet. Jay repositions himself to be in between your legs, lifting one of them up onto his shoulder as he rubs his tip against your folds, lubing himself up with your slick.

"ready baby girl?"

you nod like a madman, ready to have him fully inside you. you turn your head to jungwon, seeing his eyes screw shut as he's on the brink of release, and you pull your hand away. the loud whine from his throat is proabably the hottest thing you've ever heard.

"mouth..."

is all you can muster before Jungwon gets the memo, kneeling before you, inching his cock into your open mouth as Jay finally pushes in. the simultaneous moans from the 3 of you are loud, echoing throughout the house. you're trying your best to suck him off at this angle, drool spilling past your lips and down your chin, making its way down the rest of his length. Jay's pounding into you, soft at first but gradually getting more rough as you adjust to his size. the added finger rubbing your clit has you bucking your hips into his thrusts, and your mouth taking Jungwon in deeper.

your orgasms are all quickly approaching, not really trying to hold back as the pleasure grows too much for the 3 of you. Jungwon cums first and harder than you had expected, having denied his orgasm once before. you almost choke trying to swallow his load, scooping up any of his cum that slipped past your lips back into your mouth, savoring every last drop.

you cum next, moaning loud as your hips push into Jay's thrusts, walls fluttering around his length, causing him to release inside of you. you struggle to catch your breath as Jungwon pulls you into another kiss, relaxing a bit as Jay helps you ride out your orgasm. they both pull away from your spent body, exchanging looks before switching spots.

"w-what are you guys doing?'

you're half delirious, confused as to whats going on.

"I had my turn, now it's Jungwon's turn to be in you."

he turns to Jungwon,

"she's so tight, its the best feeling ever."

Jungwon smirks, confidence coursing through his body as he sees how exhausted you look.

"I can't wait,"

he positions himself between your legs, already hard again at the thought of being in you finally. he winces as he brings his tip up to your wet slit that's leaking both yours and Jay's cum, still a little sensitive from his prior release.

"please, it's too much... s-sensitive..."

your broken words only fuel him more.

"you can take a little more for us can't you?"

Jay says, smiling up at Jungwon, who finally pushes himself into your walls. Jungwon runs his hands up and down your body, soothing you of your overstimulation, Jay reaching his hand down to toy with your clit yet again. you buck your hips into them, so fucked out that you fail to produce a moan, mouth hanging open. Jay looks at you, taking his finger that were previously on your clit and bringing them up to your mouth.

"suck."

he commands. your eyes are rolled back into your head as you close your mouth on his fingers, coating his fingers with your saliva as he brings his free hand down to pump his length. your orgasm is approaching quickly as Jungwon continues to bully your hole. he can tell by the way you're frantically bucking your hips to meet his thrusts, losing your pace as spill all over him.

Jay's hands are moving quick on himself, cumming all over your pelvis and stomach as he empties himself. Jungwon takes the chance to bring both of your legs over his shoulders, pounding relentlessly as he's on the verge of cumming. the pleasure is slowly being replaced by pain, the overstimulation becoming too much. Jay can see the way your face contorts, releasing his fingers from your mouth and placing soft kisses on your neck.

"just a little more baby, hang on a little longer."

you nod, too fucked out to properly comprehend what his words mean. its at that point when Jungwon's hips finally stall, ropes of cum painting your walls as he empties every last drop in you. he pulls out slowly, and you whine, half at the loss of feeling full and half out of relief. he watches as the cum from all 3 of you slowly spills out, taking his finger and pushing it back into you. you arch your back and moan and the boys look at each other, smiling and laughing at your spent state.

they both lay on either side of you, silent and breath ragged as you all try to calm down. the air is heavy with the smell of sex but comforting nonetheless. once you've come back to your senses, you look at the 2 boys, remembering the trip they were supposed to go on.

"what are you guys doing here? i thought you were supposed to be on your trip?"

they look at each other, first looking scared realizing that they left their friends waiting outside for them, but then laughing.

"Jay left his wallet here so we came back to get it. they probably drove off without us already because we were taking too long."

Jungwon shrugs, getting up to grab his phone to check the many messages from their group chat confirming exactly what he said.

"whatever. we can go on another trip whenever we want. but this is more fun, right Y/N?"

you look at Jay, laughing at his implications, not yet worrying about what all this between the 3 of you could mean. they both look at you, smiling fondly at your next words.

"round 2?"

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JayWon have been WRECKING me these days! this ask was just scrumptious 🤤

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[delicateperspective]

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But isn’t it true that Sony sabotaged Louis’ career for a long time? That’s why people criticize Harry for being so close to Columbia/Sony and for staying with them, like he's just not working with them, they seem like friends (or at least that's what we see). Sorry, I just want to understand some of this better.

Hey anon, that’s a really good question!

I think a good place to start is by remembering that Louis Tomlinson is a complex human being, like anyone else. There’s the part of him that’s the scrappy, stubborn, working-class kid from Doncaster (the one who used to steal sandwiches and has always had a “fuck you, I do what I want” streak). But there’s also another side: the smart, strategic, deeply passionate artist who’s always loved music and performing and who understands the business better than people give him credit for.

And humans are allowed to be both. They can want freedom and still play the game. They can be pissed off by the industry and still choose to stay in it — because it’s the only way to do what they love.

It’s also really important to remember that what we see from the outside is rarely the full story. There are smiling photos of me with bosses I’ve had issues with. I’ve gone to events with them, hung out at their homes, and still had major frustrations under the surface. A job is a job (whether you’re someone like me, or someone like H). The difference? I could walk away from my job tomorrow and probably be fine. H couldn’t. Not without risking everything he’s worked for.

Also, H didn’t just randomly “choose” C*lumbia out of nowhere. 1D was signed to Syc* in the UK and C*lumbia in the US, which means that when the band went on hiatus, those companies likely had what’s called “first right of refusal.” That means that before an artist can sign with another label, the current label gets the chance to match or outbid that offer and keep them. So chances are, H had to stay with C*lumbia unless someone came in with a better offer — and clearly, C*lumbia was invested enough to make sure they kept him. In the same way, Syc* held onto Louis, and it seems they had very different plans for him.

2015/2016 Was Messy, Let’s not forget how chaotic that time was and all of the different gears that were spinning for all of them. Around then, S*ny execs (including R*b Str*nger) allegedly wanted both of them. (L to stay behind the scenes, writing songs while H became the face.) And at the time, that probably made sense to them — L was most proud of his songwriting credits in 1D more than anything else, and H had already been getting the solo star treatment.

But L didn’t do what was expected. He didn’t choose songwriting. He didn’t choose to manage acts under Sim*n. He chose to make his own music — and in doing so, he pissed off a lot of powerful people who expected him to play a different role. That’s when things started to get really difficult for him.

Now, whether or not R*b Str*nger (or anyone else at S*ny) actively sabotaged Louis — that’s something we may never fully know. But let’s say, hypothetically, he did. Should H have walked away from C*lumbia? (and lets be clear, he couldn't have until he gave them three albums - at least - and the contract could have also included what is called "options" which would mean he still might owe them more under the first contract. So, his first oppertunity to walk way would have JUST happened.)

Honestly? I don't think so. Harry snubbing R*b Str*nger publicly would be career suicide. Like it or not, Stringer is one of the most powerful people in the music industry. Ghosting him or switching labels in protest wouldn’t just hurt H — it could hurt L, too. Both H and L know how this system works. H staying close to C*lumbia/S*ny isn’t necessarily a betrayal. It’s playing the long game. It’s making sure he still has the platform and the power to make the kind of music and statements he wants to make.

TL;DR:

L is complex. He made a choice that went against what S*ny & Syc* wanted — and it made his road harder.

H’s connection to C*lumbia/S*ny isn’t just about loyalty — it’s about business, contracts, and survival in a cutthroat industry.

What we see (smiling photos, friendly interactions) doesn’t always reflect the full truth.

Criticizing H for staying with C*lumbia is easy from the outside, but the risks of leaving would have been far bigger than people realize.

Hope that helps clear some of it up, anon. If you want a deeper dive into L's journey and how it relates to R*b, I'd suggest these posts from @fookinhellcurlyyy.

[local-unintelligible-shifter]

Some World building changes to your Hogwarts DR if you want because what the fuck Joanne

(I don't know if i'm ever going to go through with making a script beyond world building, this is all from a hypothetical script that may or may not ever have any other work done)

Magic Schools: Okay so the cannon magical school distribution is wierd. How it works in my dr is that there are major magical schools like Hogwarts which take students from mostly close by countries with similar languages and is kinda like a melting pot for culture and learning (excluding countries that are massive or have a very high population though those are in central points in the nation and students who live in certain areas can still attend other nearby large magical schools if they want, think of school zones basically but it goes across countries) and then there are the "regular" magic schools, basically muggle schools but magical, theyre smaller obviously, theres more of them and theyre more tailored to the specific region culture magic wise and has a better oppertunity to get more indepth with the culture then major schools that normally take students from diffrent countries and hence cover multiple cultures (magical practice wise). - The oldest magical school is in China and isn't Hogwarts because why the fuck would it be hogwarts going off the history of education - Students get a basic non magical education beyond what they learn in whatever theyre previous schooling was, what they learn depends on the school but they definally continue math, science, language, geography and history, not just of the magical world

The fucking names: Seriously what kind of name is Cho Chang and who names their kid Wolf Wolf? I didn't script all the name changes and that my subconcious would come up with actual names. Some examples is that Remus still Reumus but has a diffrent surname and The Fat Lady (seriously why the fuck is she just 'the fat lady'?) is now Catherine

House elves: Why the fuck are there slaves? I removed house elves, theyre just Brownies which is what theyre based off, TLDR for those who arent familiar with Brownies, theyre a type of fae and household spirit that lives in a home and helps with housekeeping like cleaning, but in return they are to be given a portion of each meal, a seat by the fireplace and a place in the family. If they see the food and drink as payment they will get offended and leave, if you mistreat them they will get offended and leave, if you speak of theyre work they will get upset, if you give them clothes thats you basically saying to them that you don't think theyre clothing is adequate, get offended and leave. There is also a chance that instead of leaving they will become a boggart and terrorise the home. Some wizarding families do have brownies but they are as I said earlier, part of the family, they do not put up with any disrespect or mistreatment. Also theyre aren't any Brownies working at hogwarts, all the food is made with magic

More diversety: Enough said. Not just skin colour (even though we all know its depratly needed) but also cultural backrounds, gender, sexuality, religion, spirituality, ect

Spells: For the sake of Latin being one of the Ancestors to English there will be some spells in Latin at hogwarts but theyre relitavly new since Latin isn't that old of a language all things concidered. The spells learned depend on regions, lots of diffrent cultures have spells for similar or the same things but worded or performed diffrently. The really old spells (at least the ones taught at hogwarts specifically) are in Proto-Germanic, Old Gaelic, Old Norse and Old French due to the evolution of Britan as a country and it's history and the English language. Other anceint spells are taught and studied as a form of studying history

[kgirlgroup-stan]

Early Awakening

smut, fem reader

Yeeun POV

I woke up, looking around looking at the time on my nightstand.

5:24am

Geez why am I awake at this time?

Feeling myself wake up a bit more, I felt myself breathing a bit heavily and an aching between my legs.

Now i know why i woke, it was a dream. But not just any dream, an erotic dream

I looked over to see my girlfriend peacefully sleeping.

I want to wake her up but we arent even in our own house. We are actually in her parent's house.

I took a breath trying to calm myself, i unintentionally rubbed my thighs together, sending a shock right into my core. It didnt help that all i was hearing was an oversize tshirt and panties.

I let out a shaky breathe. I looked over to my girlfriend once again,

God even asleep she looked so hot, the memories of the dream started filling my head.

I made my way closer to her and nuzzled my head into her neck, pecking it softly. Please, wake up.

I sucked softly on her weak point, a small grin reaching my face as i felt her move a bit.

"Y-yeeun, baby are you okay?" I heard her groggy voice.

"mhmm" i nodded stopping my lips for the moment

"mmmh okay" she closed her eyes and hugged me rubbing my back.

Unsatisfied i began to kiss her neck again, this time slightly bitting another weak point

"Yeeun what are you doing?" she pulled back looking into my eyes

"Nothing" I pushed myself back into her

"it's early and we are in my parents house."she sighed, know already what i wanted

"I know but I need you." I looked into her eyes giving her my best pout

"You can't wait until we get home baby." she tucked a loose stand of hair behind my ear

Moving myself even closer to her I grabbed her hand and stuck it in my shorts, making her touch me

"Y-you think I could wait until then" I lower my gaze to her lips

"As long as you're quiet."she softly sighed before kissing me.

She began moving her fingers against my slit, before slowly entering me.

i couldnt help but pull back from the kiss, and shove my head into her neck.

She took that oppertunity to kiss my shoulder and made her way up slowly, never stopping her fingers once. 

"m-mmh fuck baby" I moaned, I moved my hands against her back, gripping her shirt

"mind telling me why you woke up wanting me" she bit and sucked on my neck, i gripped her hair bringing her closer to me.

"I-its all your fault" I whimpered at all the please she was bring me, i couldnt help but close my eyes

"How is it mine?" she leaned me back, letting her get fully on top of me. Now able to put her other hand inside my shirt and began playing with my breast.

"B-because ah I had a dream about y-you mmh. fuck y-y/n" my voice shaking, as i was trying to hold back from leaving out my moans.

"hmm, i see" was all i heard as i felt her body lift up a little

I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me.

She raised my shirt a bit more up before leaving kisses from my breast going lower with each kiss and leaving marks as well.

Feeling nothing but please i closed my eyes and threw my head back, biting my lip

"AHH" I couldnt help but yell out as i felt her tongue made sudden contact with my pussy.

"Shhh, baby we don't want to get caught or else I might have to stop." she pulled her head away from me.

"No no don't stop I promise I'll be quiet. I gripped the back of her head pushing her closer the aching-ness between my legs.

I was close, I loved feeling her body so close to mine, touching me everywhere she knew I loved.

As she keep working her tongue to me, she never stopped thrusting her fingers, then I felt her thumb rib my clit, bringing me closer to the edge.

"F-fuck y/n kiss me because i-I'm about to scream." I brought lips to mine as I moaned loudly into her mouth.

"Your lucky we're at my parents house or else I would have let you " she whispered against my lips

"Mmmmh j-just keep going" bring her lips closer to me again

"There is only so much we can do here, my love. Tell me what did you dream about me doing to you." she looked into my eyes, she thrusted her fingers even deeper into me, before curling them perfectly

"Ah! T-that you were...." I mumbled, looking away with a blush.

She stopped her motions stopped, making me look straight at her.

"Speak clearly baby." She looked at me with a bit of intensity in her eyes

"T-that was riding your s-strap" I blushed at the memory.

"Well, you're going have to wait until we get home for that baby but let me do this for now okay" she kissed down my body slowly, never leaving eye contact with me.

She opened my legs before diving into my core again.

I couldnt help but close my legs around her head, pushing her closer.

"P-please y/n I can't wait anymore." I quickly said before covering my mouth with my hand

My other hand gripping the bedsheet above my head, arching my back.

I tried to control my moans but the pleasure was too good.

"F-fuck y/n I can't k-keep ah quiet." I moaned out.

"Well you're going to if you want me to continue." she lifted her head for a second.

I bit my hand trying to keep quiet.

She put her fingers into me again and used her tongue to lick my clit.

"Y/n i'm g-going to cum" I clenched my legs even closer

"Go ahead baby, you've been quiet." she mumbled against me, the vibrations making me  cum hard.

She got up face covered in me.

"You taste amazing as always." she smirked at me.

I was slowly catching my breath legs shaking like crazy.

"T-thank you baby." I said, tiredly.

"Of course, anything for my babygirl." She got up quietly, going to the bathroom then quietly to the kitchen after cleaning her face.

Bring water as she came back.

"Your lucky. my parents are still asleep." she giggled, softly.

All I could do was smile, feeling satisfied after that early awakening.

[toaverse]

I'll say this. I love Arcane, got into it after a mutual got into the show, then seaon 2 was.. something. I didn't hate it, but I didn't like it blindly. There's some elements I wish were explained better and some that just ruined season 1. The part with the hexgate connected that not only pollutes the undercity, but is also RIGGED TO EXPLODE IF THE HEXGATES GOES TO SHIT makes me think why the hell would Viktor approve this?! Season 1 Viktor would have never agreed to the Hexgates if the trade off is, at best, Zaun getting polluted, and at worst, getting it nuked off the face of the map (which thank god Caitlyn didn't figure that out cause if that crazy to go after Jinx using the gray, I feared what she do with a nuke.)

I have a fanfic in development that will follow mostly season 1 with OCs but adding and changing a lot of Season 2 canon to make it work better. Two examples I will give:

In the six months in between, Swain and his two other members of the triforce go to Piltover to demand Ambessa return and stop the dictatorship as not only is Swain the new Grand General, but that she and her daughter are under suspicion of the black rose due to Kinno (In my version, Swain killed Kinno as he's a member of the Black Rose). Ambessa tries to fight against it, but her soldiers have to follow Swain first and foremost. Swain is the head honcho. And if he says "Stop this bullshit and get back home" then so be it. Cait would object obviously, but Swain couldn't give two fucks about it and gives her a much needed reality check via bitch slap. And this is where I add the crow, cause the crow is associated with Swain and I figure He learn about it sometime, so Swain does spill to Caitlyn that ambessa was behind the memorial attack to get caitlyn on the war path due to Ambessa failing her own daughter so poorly (A post related to how Swain would not think highly of the Medardas explaisn it beautifully and I'll share it) . So now Caitlyn is emotionally humilated and realizes just how much she messed up and how used she was. Because of all this and with Swain, there is no giant Battle. Swain came in and just pulled the plug, and if ambessa still argues against it... he just kills her. Plain and fucking simple.

Black Rose and Mel. TBH, I wasn't a fan of Mel being an affair baby made to a weapon line. So I'm simplifying it to Le Blanc taking interest in Mel cause Kinno mentioned Mel by name and how she be a perfect member of the Black Rose. Rather than just, kidnapping her, Le Blanc grooms her. How could she groom her? This is where I will add the alternate way the bombing in the begnning goes... Viktor's connection to the hexcore somehow protects him, creating a shield that protects only him. I say that cause the shield literally pushes Jayce and Mel to opposite sides with various results. Jayce gets a bad head injury and injures his leg (not too much) while Mel... well. Salo dies in here so... Mel is the one who's lower spine is fucked to the point of getting paralyzed. Yes. I'm flat out making Mel disabled from the attack. This gives Ambessa the perfect oppertunity to remove Mel from the council as she can make the excuse of Mel needing time to recover and being in a delicate condition. The memorial attack was worse, as here, Elora dies and the attack leaves Mel with a worser injury. So Mel is powerless, friendless, watching her mother destroy her city while her surving relationship with Jayce falls apart (making it platonic here) leaving her utterly alone... perfect for LeBlanc to manipulate. Course Mel does rebel but it came at a high cost. That is all I'll share for now but I just want to say that as much as Arcane Season 2 was disappointing, I remember how the best works of art are birthed from Spite. The dome in Florence was created from spite. SO I will make my fanfic of Arcane from spite and love (now I just have to continue writing chapter 1 thought :,3 Thank you for allowing me to drabble.

Thank you for sharing this!

I love the addition of Swain and his no-nonsense attitude towards Ambessa and Cait! Love that shit!

I do have some things I personally would change/leave out, but I don't want to discourage you. Go for it!

Please send me the link once chapter 1 is out!

[entomolog-t]

Can you tell us one or more little ranfom facts about characters of each of your stories you just have but couldn't find a good opportunity to share? Because everyone who have ocs have these

HECK YES!! ANY OPPERTUNITY IS A GOOD ONE!! I gotcha!! But fair warning, this is gonna be a long post 😭💕 Some of these allude to much bigger plot points later on in the stories 👀

Bite Me

Aedes is very much enticed by the color red. Theres definitely some biological reasoning behind it, with him being drawn to blood and such. The same way the a particularly sweet/gourmand perfume may be enticing, that how the color red also stirs something in him.

June is a skilled musician, being able to play an array of instruments at an intermediate level or above. She is a regular at her local bar's open mic nights and karaoke nights.

The Shadow we Cast

Sal has a weird sort of hang up with being handled by people. He doesn't mind being carried- and actually quite enjoys it, having no issue with being near/on people. Despite the fact he's okay being picked up, he is firmly against being grabbed. He has no issue with physical contact on his own terms (and is quite the hypocrite with invading other people's space without it being on their terms) but any prolonged (especially restrictive) contact that was not initiated by him?? Big no no.

Mark struggles with body image issues. He's quite thin/small and has wanted to be in better shape for nearly his entire life but has struggled with feeling self conscious, especially in a gym environment.

Betty will knock things off Sal's shelves if she's not given enough attention. This will often scare Lucy who will scramble away from the commotion (Y'all gonna meet Lucy in the next 1-3 chapters 👀)

INSTAЯ

Bram has a wild array of sounds he can make. He can make these sounds whenever it suits him, however I've listed some typical examples

Example 1 - Frustrated

Example 2 - Scared/angry

Example 3 - This one is interesting, when mixed with more chittering and buzzing sounds, this is close to how Bram sounds trying to speak. Though the chirping/whistling sounds are also what it sounds like when he's laughing/crying.

Dawn is incredibly handy, and tends to fix things/make things herself rather than buying things. She is able to get by without working in a traditional sense, having a lot of odd jobs, favors, and skills that let her get money in unconventional ways.

Honey is a 1-2 year old yellow lab that has a talent for getting into trouble. She occasionally sneaks over to the neighboring farm to torment/play the sheep. The neighboring farm dogs don't mind her company too much, though she's gotten chased off the property for being a nuisance more than once. She has returned home with a calf more than once- much to Dawn's embarrassment.

Clyde is Dawn's brother. He left town to pursue a university education (*cough cough* play varsity hockey).

Finding Strength

Tamius is a highly intelligent borrower with a passion for learning and putting his knowledge to use. He is naturally incredibly gifted over a broad stroke of topics (math, sciences, arts). He is voracious in his search for knowledge and understanding, and is ever infuriated by the relative gap in both access to information and the sheer volume of opportunity had by humans relative to his own kind.

Rose is a varsity wrestler struggling with her identity outside of sport. Dedicated and skilled as an athlete, Rose is an average-ish student who has no clue what path lay ahead of her.

[salsakiyoomi]

Hiyo! congrats on the 1k followers!!

I'm usually a lurker and more active on twt but Ive been easing back into tumblr again to post fandom stuff, theres a niche corner on tumblr where I got comfy in and I happens to find/followed you there! I hope I'll be seeing ur posts around! I want to throw a hat in this event for fun! Thanks for the oppertunity!!

Fandom: Spiderverse/JJK Name: Gato ヾ(•ω•`) About myself: I'm a 5'2/ 160cm, Taurus/Capricorn rising, 24yo bi INTJ-T I'm 88% introverted and I work from home so I don't usually see the sun unless it breaks into my house. I love natural documentary videos and random analyzes videos on yt if they last more than 2 hours (play in bg while I'm working) My taste in music is whatever yt auto play next, I'll listen to J-Rock, Kpop, indie to folk but I will also work in complete silence for 8 hours straight if i forgot to put on anything. ( the grind dont stop )

I'm pretty easy going and I definitely know what I'm doing @ work, I love to show people the rope if needed. Anything kind of socialize outside my job, I'll run out of wits. I've never flirt my entire life and I won't start now ( I might be aroace but its debatable lol)

Ideal type: My type of guy and gal is definitely the no-nonsense one who tell me straight up what they want. I can't say I'll give them the same treatment tho I'm not always honest with myself :))) but I'm deeply devoted and I don't do anything half way.

It's very difficult for me not to challenge any kind of authority figure on sign, I'm allergic to condescending people. Still I find assertive people very……..hot!! (please pair me up with one, itll be so funny)

Season: whenever it rain! Summer, late autumn Favorite trope: Shared room! team up! Hurt/Comfort, maybe a truce? or 'we both stuck between a rock and each other and we might not get out alive'

HONEYMOON MATCHUP WITH : MIGUEL O'HARA

— honeymoon :

– miguel was an asshole, a certified one at that — your first day at hq wasn't very thrilling with him throwing you nasty looks left and right, the worst part is, he didn't actually say anything rude or mean to you, but he wasn't all that friendly either, so when you came up to him with a scowl on your face and demanding that he tells you why he keeps looking at you like you just spilled the milk over, he simply looked you up and down and said something along the lines of 'just get back to work' not really offering much context or explanation before leaving you to head back to his 'office' and from that day on, you were sworn enemies — you couldn't stand his authority figure persona and he couldn't stand your stubborn self because you never abided by his rules, so everyday was to you was a back and forth argument with him, and it didn't help that you'd get paired up with him for alot of missions — talk about bad luck.

– slowly but surely, the two of you eased up to eachother, yeah it took like nine months but it worked out — your arguments started to turn from actual heated conversations to more of a fun back and forth bickering — miguel would deny it any moment you or anyone would ask him about it, say something about how he thinks it's annoying but the small grin on his face when he talks to you doesn't go unnoticed, no matter how much he tries to hide it — yeah, he's a tough shell, closed off and repulsive but he isn't all that bad after all, at least that how you were starting to see him — like hey, he brought you empanadas from the cafeteria with him, he doesn't do that with anybody else.

– soon enough, it's been a year and a half since miguel has known you — you still don't really know him that much but you settled for a truce and you warmed up to eachother. the day came where your walls were broken down and the rain was pouring over your head, seemingly amplifying your bad mood because it felt like such a cliche for it to heavy pour on the day you felt at your worst — but you were soon shielded from the icy cold droplets when an umbrella came over your head, and surely enough it was miguel who was holding it, he threw you a glance, his face the usual blank expression he worse but his eyes were soft, he mumbled something about 'don't want you catching a cold, you have a mission tomorrow' and the rest of the walk to your place was in silence, not the heavy kind, miguel wasn't a talker after all, but you appreciated his presence — no matter how silent it was, it was still comforting.

what's on the radio : art deco, lana del rey

a/n : had to pair your up with miguel after you said you didn't like authority figures 😭 i like a good enemies to lovers — although it's more like office drama but whatever — THE NAME GATO IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT SHSJWJSK, and yes so true the grind don't stop 💪💪 must keep going no matter what's the circumstances are ✊✊ i love miguel sm too also look at the way he's lowkey pouting in the second pic he literally looks >:c ahhhwhee i wanna play with his cheeks 😭 tysm for the request gato, hope this did you justice i also really love your blog <33

[crawledoutofmordor]

closed for @havvkinsqueen

It felt strange being back in Hawkins after just over five years, but Eddie knew it was the right choice, Wayne was here and he was getting on in age, his health was declining and there was no way he was going to risk not being there to take care of him, nor was he going to deny him the oppertunity to spend time with his daughter. He had been back in Hawkins for a few weeks now, he had enough money to rent one of the cheaper homes and had a new vehicle, this time he'd gone for a large car, making sure he had plenty of room for his daughter in the back as she grew.

The metalhead had just finised work and decided to do some grocery shopping before heading to pick Diana up from the childminders. He was putting the bags into the back of the car when he heard a familiar voice that he hadn't heard in years and glanced over to see Chrissy walking over to him. He didn't even try to hide how he looked her up and down before grinning, the corner of his mouth spasmed as a result of the nerve damage from his face scars. "Chrissy Cunningham, look at you all grown up," he said with a small chuckle, his hair still long but tied back in a messy bun, wearing a pair of jeans, boots, Metallica shirt and leather jacket.

[rupert-burger-sport]

The most hated flag every SOUTH AFRICAN HATES and also this is the most racist flag in the world because the people here don't have any respect for the most beautiful country (New Zealand) in the world. I absolutley love New Zealand again, and I am always so inlove but the way people speak about New Zealand are unacceptable.

All the years New Zealand was better than South Africa. Maybe not in every sport but defnitley in a few sports and rugby union as their best sport ever was and still is better than South Africa. Also New Zealand has that special place in my heart that will never be forgotten and never be take away from me. I know New Zealand struggled the last few years to find their rithm but I hope in 2025 they can do something special against South Africa and play them into their own sanctions so bad that this country (South Africa) will never ever play at international level again and I hope that world sport (all sports world wide ban and add sanctions against South Africa for this country corruptness.

As a born citizen of South Africa, this doesn't even feel like my home. There is a very little few things I like but if I compare it then the things I love from New Zealand are more than here. I am also not a very proud South African because of their arrogance and bad attitude against their own people here. But New Zealand are different.

Just know New Zealand. I will always love your country as my own because I know what proudness is in your country. I know what hard work is made in your country. Your own Maori and New Zealand born citizen people build that country from scratch. So the people here can hate you as much as they want but I will always respect you as the most amazing country ever.

And All Blacks, please go and play your hearts out this year in every game, not just some games. Play as a team, play like you never played before. Always make more oppertunities. But if there is 1 team I want you to smash, it's the corrupt South African ANC team who just want to win but can't even make place for more work here. Smash them up.

[sakurasnowfall]

One Piece Characters As Broadway Songs/Musicals

This is my first time ever posting any sort of headcanon or piece of fic. All chracters belong to Echiro Oda Sensei, and all muscials to their respective creators. I'm sure I missed some great oppertunities, or didn't think of something...but....this is what I have right now.

Luffy - Honestly? Okay, I feel as if "Fight the Dragons" also captures him pretty well. "Giants In The Sky" from "Into The Woods."

Zoro - "My Shot" from "Hamilton?" No, before anyone comments, I'm not putting "Anybody Have a Map" from "Dear Evan Hansen."

Nami - "I'd Rather Be Me" from "Meangirls." "Money Money Money" by ABBA/from "Mama Mia!." "Six" the Musical for some reason also. For some reason, the way I'm thinking of her right now, is the moment she joins Luffy's crew after the Strawhats deeat Arlong.

Sanji - "Shiksa Godess" from "The Last Five Years." This one ESPECAILLY screams Taz Skylar's Sanji to me. Or "Come Home WIth Me" from "Hadestown." Not in a mocking way, but a sweet way, beucase that song is so sweet beucase Orpheus is so lovestruck and oblivious. "Helpless" from "Hamilton." "Hurricane" from "Hamilton." Also, I have a headcanon that once Sanji meets and falls in love with THE ONE, his flirting with other women would stop. He'd still be a gentelmen, but once he meets the true love of his life, he's devoted and locked.

Usopp - "Big Fish." Oh man. Usopp is a storyteller that loves to stretch the truth. Just like Edward Bloom. "Be the Hero" and "Fight the Dragon" capture him perfectly. I also really think that he'd like listening to "Six" and "Mean Girls" with Nami.

Chopper - "Girl Scout" from "Beetlejuice." The tone of this song. The fact that he's scared easily, and his carefree, innocent, naive nature, all sort of remind me of this song. I love Chopper.

Robin - "Monster" from "Frozen." "All I've Ever Known" from "Hadestown." "My Days" from "The Notebook."

Brook - MAYBE "Memory" from "Cats." So, I feel like this can work for Brook and Robin. But in the musical, Grizzabella used to be a Jelicle cat, and no longer is. She longs for that again. She's hurt and lonely, and rejected. Brook used to be a part of a crew. His crew died....he is alone. He is lonely. After 80 years, he gets the chance to not be alone anymore.

Franky - "Guns and Ships" from "Hamilton?"

*I didn't want to do Jinbae yet beucase I've met him, but I haven't spent a ton of time with him yet. I'm in Fishan Island Arc. I don't feel confident with how well I know his character yet.*

[realcube]

dilf december

day six ⭑ izuku midoriya ⭑ x stripper! reader

tw / info : NSFW. MINORS DNI. reader is also a graduated student of midoriya's. age gap, weird ex-student/teacher dynamic, alcohol & stripping

twenty years of teaching at UA high school had gone by the blink of eye.

all of the teachers that had been around when midoriya were in attendence had undoubtedly retired by now, and the majority of the faculty that had begun teaching around the same time he did had likely transferred schools or quit, leaving him as one of the current longest lasting member of staff in the whole school.

to celebrate his 20th anniversary of employment at UA, the general faculty bought him a cute cake and served it on paper plates during the lunch break. however, his male co-workers decided to take it a step further, and bring him out to a bar after work.

initally, that was all they had planned: some casual chat over drinks, get tipsy, grab a takeaway meal then finish up. however, they seemed to overshoot the second mark, getting closer to wasted than tipsy, and instead of taking the next train home, they find themselves stumbling into the nearby strip club.

a strip club they had discussed previously and sworn off; agreeing that the risk of a student's parent or the media catching them inside there was too large and not worth it. but sake has a special way of distorting one's better judgement.

plus, it was a special occasion and he deserved to enjoy himself. he hadn't felt so free and invigourated in such a long time; the music had adrenaline coarsing through him, without the added worry of a villain or a fight; just pure, mind-numbing bliss.

at first the dancers were in the crowd and engaging with them, but now they had all retreated to the stage and were dancing seductively for tips. since the atmosphere had calmed down, midoriya took this as an oppertunity to start searching for his colleagues, who he had lost in the short-lived but heated rave.

he searched around the club, clumsily weaving his way through the conjested crowds the best he could, staggering along in a lop-sided manner, with the top buttons of his shirt undone — the incomplete work of a stripper that had been coming onto him earlier — and his loosened tie hung around his neck, with an open bottle of sake in his spare hand. he started the night wearing a blazer too, but who knows where that was.

there was multiple stages around the first floor of club: the main one was in the centre of the room, where the professionals were working, but there were smaller stages around the sides for the more amateurish girls. he had already checked the big crowd at the main stage, so he was now looking to see if his co-workers were attending one of the other ones.

as he is hauling himself around the room in a drunken haze, the is able to snap out of it for just a moment as he notices an eerily familiar face dancing on one of the smaller stages. he squints, and tilts his head, then steps closer to make sure he is seeing this correctly — since there is a chance the dim club lighting might be hindering his vision — but unfortunately, his initial assumption was correct., as he is stood right in front of the stage, he realises that the girl performing is one of his past students, who graduated not too long ago.

or maybe it just feels to him as though it wasn't that long ago because he has been working at UA for so long. regardless, age had nothing to do with his shock and utter disbelief at what he was seeing. it was more to do with the fact he would never think a student who was able to get into and graduate from such a prestigious high school would ever have to resort to this line of work, especially as you had such promising prospects.

but still, here you were, in a skimpy bikini top and a pair of denim short shorts, parading around and showing off your gorgeous figure to anyone in proximity that would spare you a glance. doing tricks on the pole that garnered cheers from your audience and that caused midoriya's trousers to grow shamefully tight.

you blew kisses to your crowd and collected your tips off the floor, about to take your break and allow a different performer to take your place, but just as you are about to exit the stage, you catch a glimpse of his signature green dishevelled hair out of the corner of your hair.

tipsy and bold, you waste no time in turning to him, and with wide eyes you beam, "mr midoriya?"

he raises his eyebrows, taken aback by being noticed so suddenly, but once he is able to register what you said through all his brain fog, he replies with an equally bright smile, "(L/N)!"

you both laugh hysterically between yourselves at this unlikely reunion, but as you do so, the small crowd around your stage grows confused and impatient, so you clarify by yelling out to them, "look, guys, it's my old high school teacher!" although still a tad puzzled, this explanation seems to have amused them enough to stay, so you continue talking to midoriya, "what're you doing here?"

"i could ask you the same question." he replies bashfully, with a red glow dusting over his cheeks, "we're celebrating my 20 year anniversary at UA."

"twenty years?!" you repeat with a gasp and raised eyebrows, "no way you've been working there that long. when you were my teacher, i remember you were still pretty new."

"well, time's passed." he says with a shrug.

"yeah.." you mutter, solemnly. blinking at him once before you are struck with a brilliant idea, and your lips curl into a mischeivious grin, "let me dance for you!"

you outstretch your arms in order to grab his hands and pull him on stage, though he resists, jerking away, "oh, no, you don't have to, (Y/N)!"

"i do; it's a really special day for you." you whine, continuing to lightly yank at his sleeves.

"i suppose, but i don't know who might be watching." he replies sheepishly, a bit of doubt still lingering in his chest that had yet to be nullified by the alcohol.

"who cares? 'ts not like you're commiting a crime; we're just dancing!" you snatch the half-empty sake bottle from hiis hand and motion for him to open his mouth, then you pour the rest of it inside as the surrounding men cheer him on.

this gives midoriya somewhat of an adrenaline rush that prompts him to eagerly jump on stage with you, wearing a massive, cheesy grin and basking in all the commotion and praise from the audience.

while he find his bearings and tries to to tip over, you forward a chair from backstage and motion for him to sit down, and he does so happily. his legs are spread slightly, with his arms rested between them, with his bottle of sake clutched between two fingers. he longingly gazes up at you, colorful strobe lights reflecting against his dark green irises. his face looks smooth to you in the darkness of the club, but as you move closer to him and gently cup his cheek in your palm, you can feel it is quite stubbly.

he looks tired; it's reminiscent of his state even when he was your teacher. seemed so spent constantly, yet there was still a little flicker of determination in him that kept him going. it drew you to him.

you hand crept down his cheek to his shoulder, then down his chest as you sunk onto his knees, grinding against his legs briefly while holding intense eye-contact, until you pivoted onto your feet and turned around to face away from him and to the audience, eliciting immediate cheers and appaulse.

this little ex-student and teacher show you were putting on seemed to have garnered the attention of many more patrons in the club, including midoriya's co-workers, who had snuck their way into the pack of observers. not that midoriya even noticed; he was far too transfixed on the way you touch him so sensually.

even with your back turned, you still entertain him by bending over in front of him and playfully smacking your ass. his breath hitches at the sight — the movement and proximity driving him wild — and naturally, his hand finds itself on your thigh, squeezing your plush skin.

then, you pull away, and begin to dance erotically around th chair he sat on. hips swaying with the music, and using your arms as an accessory to hold and accentuate your best parts. at times, your eyes flutter closed and you just move to the rhythm, letting your own hands wander over yourself as you please, and midoriya's hands too.

he is mesmerised by the way you dance for him, and he watches intently with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his hand chasing your every movement, lingering over your body.

eventually, you fall back down into his knee. you continue to move your hips and ass for the audience to enjoy, meanwhile you pull him in by his tie to meet your lips and feverish make-out, tongues clashing against each other, soon moving in sync.

as he's sucking at your face, his needy grip finds its way your ass, as he grabs a handful of your flesh. since your back is turned to the crowd, it is a sight for all of them to behold, and shouts of approval immediately proceed.

after a couple minutes, you slowly part, and pause to gaze into his eyes. you stood upright and pulled midoriya off of the chair by arms, then yelled, "everyone scream for the best teacher ever"

which is followed by roaring cheers, applause and whoops of encouragement coming from midoriya's co-workers, hence he is finally able to spot them in the crowd. he flashes you a quick smile and pressed a lazy kiss to your knuckles before jumping off the stage and dashing over to his group of colleague.

they expressed how impressed and jealous they were that izuku was invited up on stage by you, which is when he explains how he's already acquainted with you, and that seems to only enthrall them even more.

desperate for more details, they pry for him to elaborate as the group heads to the exit to call it a night. but just as they all about to exit, midoriya hears a familiar voice call out to him, "hey, don't leave without this!" and a fabric is flung against his face.

he's blinded momentarily until he is able to pull it away, and see that he had been hit in the face with bikini top. bemused, he looks back over to the side stage where you are performing and upon seeing you, he realises that he wouldn't mind staying a bit longer.

[derangedchameleon]

I was given… oppertunity… I have not very many thoughts right now I put my brain under mild strain (made it do uni work) and now I can’t think. So prepare for some incoherence…

(adding on here, I occasionally go on rants about other characters here (Gandalf). This was all very much written without plan)

BUT

Boromir

I don’t remember if he has all these little attributes in the books, I’m rereading them for the first time in a long time, so this will be focusing on movie Boromir.

Just… the way he’s the hobbits’ biggest advocate. When I saw the movies when I was younger I looked at him so critically. I interpreted him going “This will be the death of the hobbits.” when they were walking up Caradras (the big ass snowy mountain where Saruman attacks them from long distanced), as a manipulative way to just get them down from the mountain and have them go past Rohan, since that would be a more direct route of getting the Ring to Gondor (his home city).

I don’t think that’s the case anymore… Why was Boromir the only one noticing that these 3 foot something buddies are walking barefoot (hobbit barefoot but STILL) through at least 5 feet of snow? Everyone else is juts following Gandalf blindly, who really doesn’t wanna go through Moria (which is really their only other option). This is somewhat of a failing on Gandalf’s part to be honest. He loves his hobbits so much, yet it’s Boromir who sees them struggeling and who speaks up for them.

Boromir has known of hobbits’ existence for all but a few weeks and he’s already watching out for them better than Gandalf, the guys who’s been hanging out with hobbits for probably centuries (this is not meant to bash Gandalf, buddy’s doing the best he can but BOROMIR (also why would you put the choice to go through Moria on Frodo when you know what’s probably gonna happen down there? Gandalf why?)) Boromir has adopted all the hobbits. Yes.

I believe 100% this is a side effect of him being an older brother. He must protecc.

Also his relationship with Merry and Pippin!!! I know we only see him giving them sword fighting lessons once but I like to believe this was a regular thing. He was their bestest older bro.

But also his gentleness with Frodo? He sees that Frodo is blaming himself for Gandalf’s death. No one else, not even Sam as far as we know, read that in the guy. Boromir’s been through a lot of war, no doubt people have died perceivably due to his decisions as a leader of his people. He gets it. Or maybe he’s consoled Faramir in this way when Faramir lost Osgiliath the first time. He would have told Faramir that he made the best decisions with the information he had available, which is exactly what Frodo did.

I feel like Boromir is the most empathetic of the entire group, towards everyone. (Sam’s empathy is very Frodo focused, we’ve seen clearly with Smeagol that he doesn’t easily extend this empathy to others)

Also the way Boromir begs Aragorn to give the hobbits a second to grieve after Gandalf falls. Of course I’m not angry at Aragorn for switching off his feelings and making sure the group doesn’t get killed, but Boromir here is trying to take care of the group’s mental needs. He’s emotionally affected by Gandalf’s death, but I think primarily he’s worried about how it’s affecting everyone else and ge feels THEIR pain.

hdsidnfofn

How did a kiddo, who has been favored by his dad his entire life turn out this gentle? This caring?

And I think it’s that caring that the Ring latched on and twisted. Boromir doesn’t want the ring for power. He’s TERRIFIED. His entire life he’s been fighting a seemingly insurmountable army right next to his home city’s doors. He cares deeply for his people. I believe every death affects this man. And they are dying. And his father sent him on a mission, far away from those people he wants to protect, on a mission that Boromir knows his brother would be better suited for because his father for some reason has decided that his little brother is good for literally nothing.

He wants to bring this Ring back to get back to his people. He wants to save everyone. He wants to stop all the death.

Even as the Ring is taking him Boromir mentions seeing how the Ring is causing Frodo to suffer. There is probably some attempt at manipulation in there but I think this definately comes from genuine concern. In his eyes, this completely hopeless quest is going to get this innocent little guy messed up and eventually tortured to death. This little guy that really shouldn’t be here. That should be back in the Shire. The Shire that has remained untouched for so long, in part, because Gondor is holding Mordor back.

He just sounds so broken after realising he attacked Frodo. This man needs a hug.

And he dies protecting the innocent. He dies doing what he’s done his entire life.

I like to imagine his ghost just hanging around Faramir after he died… And just… panicking when seeing Faramir take Frodo prisoner. I believe the Ring taking Boromir was a huge wake up call for him, and I believe had he survived he would have wanted to do anything in his power to prevent the Ring from getting back to Gondor and corrupting everything and everyone he loves. He now knows what the thing does to the most well intentioned of people, and he does not want that to happen to his little brother.

Anyway. I feel like Boromir is the most human (no pun intended) character in all of LOTR. And yeah. I’m done now. Guess I ended up having more thoughts than I thought I would, huh?

Feeling pretty miserable feel free to yap abt your faves under this post 👍 I need to see some people be happy about their blorbos

[cryptoglobalunited]

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[wheat-singularity]

Ok first of all we have Alabaster!

He is a wizard who used to work at an academy teaching magic, but "retired" to work as a lighthousekeeper (the lighthouse works by magic, so there needs to be a mage there to fix it in case anything happens). He also does odd jobs within stone shaping, as well as his own research. A potion that I call "coffe but on steroids" keeps him going as he does not sleep nearly enough. He recently got a new apprentice who exhausts him enough to occasionally fall asleep in his chair. Most find him a bit strange as he rarely shares anything about himself, and even his nickname doesn't say much about him (the lighthouse is made out of alabaster, very few know what he went by before). In my head he is some form of a-spec but not rly sure what kind.

Currently, I don't have a name for his apprentice. Most call him "boy" but even that is not necessarliy accurate (using he/him for convenience). He is a farmer's daughter who worked for a witch some time and thought "magic is pretty cool, but i wanna do wizard magic not witch magic" and so disguised himself as a boy to become the apprentice of Alabaster, the local lighthouse wizard. He was not at all prepared for the insane amount of weird shit he encounters on a daily basis, but he's hanging in there. I headcanon this person as some variety of queer, but hard to say what he would have identified as in our world.

Blue Pheasant is one of Alabaster's old colleagues from the academy. He got that name because of his showiness like that of a peacock (no peacocks in this world but green pheasants are shiny and he likes blue). Considered charismatic by some, insufferable by others. Sometimes a bit manipulative, but surprisingly open about it. He occasionally visits Alabaster to share research (pretty sure they also fuck. for purely academic purposes you understand). He is one of the few mages that shaves his face, as lost hair could come into the wrong hands and be used to curse him.

Final one of the fancy folks - Lady Cerulean. The name is mostly due to her often being at sea rather than fashion choice. She is a diplomat who knows Blue Pheasant fairly well, they might have an affair of some sorts, not sure. In general, special nicknames like hers is only for people whose true name cannot be commonly known. True names can also be used for magic, though it's hard to do any real damage with just a name and nothing else. Because she is a Big Deal Important Emmisary TM, she gets one to protect her from other kingdoms' mages. Interestingly, her husband does not have a title like that. I also imagine her as having a fabulous updo and glorious moustache but that's just me.

And at last we have - that witch that kid worked on for a little while! Not the best intro, but I also don't have her name yet - might be something like Auntie Willow. She is pretty good at providing healthcare to the villages nearby, and collects payment in whatever form she can. Favours, herbs, food, live animals, work, and perhaps even children. Our boy was not sold to her, but his mother sent him to work for her for a few months as payment for a healed bone fracture. She is generally creepy, offputting, and a bit anti-social, but appreciated for her work. She embodies the stereotypes of witches to be able to charge as much as she wants from people who can pay very little. Not necessarily evil, but definitely not nice.

Ok a few more bc i want to show of a tiny bit of cultural diversity. Once again I have no names.

First, a paper merchant's apprentice who befriends the merchant apprentice. He is from a large bay to the west - the same general area where Alabaster's family was from. He is very happy to have someone his own age to chat to, and they get plenty of oppertunities as a mage needs plenty of paper and they live nearby. He came from a poor family and had little choice but to leave home, and becoming a merchant just happens to be the way that most immigrants make money here.

Second, a the wife of said paper merchant. She is also from the bay to the west, and is glad that someone finally appreciates her cooking (her husband is a local and eats out more than average. he is very fond of *her* but cannot handle spice for shit). The mage's apprentice is similarly sceptical, but the one time Alabaster tries it he is starstruck (partially because he hasn't had beef in years. poor man.) She left home due to getting extremely fed up with her family, and particularly her sisters. She doesn't regret it, but is frustrated that it's considered polite to keep negative opinions to yourself here. By no means does she follow the convention, but she's irritated at the dishonesty around her and the weird looks she gets. She also expresses frustration with the difference in gender expectations here, though for the most part it's not super different.

So yeah, if you want more, or have suggestions for names, please do tell! I love gushing about my guys, and there was way less lore to explain than i thought. could've gone into more detail of course, but there is a limit for how interesting the clothing choices of these people can be.

Thanks for reading :))

Can you tell me about your OC's?

Yes!!!

Ok how much of an infodump are you prepared for bc I won't subject you to all of the worldbuilding lore but I might need to explain some so the characters make sense... I could gush about these guys for ages so please tell me if u don't want a whole wall of text

[e-m-christina]

Bubble Baths and Waffles - Daryl Dixon

Thanks for requesting @bekyaka. Sorry it is a bit short, I have just been a bit tight for time the last few days!

Request: Something with Daryl x reader, y/n has a child (or baby idk) and Daryl is so sweet with them both 🥺 especially when y/n is visibly tired from being a new mom 💜

Warnings: Fluff, Daryl’s cooking, light nsfw I saw the oppertunity and took it, I’m so sorry. 

MASTERLIST – REQUESTING INFO

You breathed in the cool night air as you made your way down the path to your home. Shadows of trees danced upon the cedar fence, dappling the wood as their damp leaves flickered like candles under the moon. A faint smile graced your exhausted face when the perfume of the summer blooms wafted through the air. You had spent countless hours trying to plant those trees, and the hard work seemed to be paying off. 

A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you reached the front door. Home at last. You had been out working every day on the crops for the last few months, as well as caring for your three-year-old, and you felt as though you would collapse at any moment.

Of course, Daryl did as much as he could to look after Hazel and the home, but he would often be gone for days on end, leading missions and supply runs with Rick.

Your day would start at dawn, when Hazel, your daughter, came bounding into your room asking for breakfast. Then, you would spend the rest of the day shifting wheel-barrows of dirt from one side of Alexandria to the other, chopping wood and bent over double, digging holes under the scorching sun.

Enid and Carl often babysat Hazel in return for some pocket money (aka loli-pops and comics), but that didn’t stop you from checking in on them every few hours. You’d come home late at night, absolutely run off your feet and make dinner, tend to Hazel and put her to bed before doing some housework. 

You knew he felt guilty about not being there as much as he would like to be, but you all had jobs to do. Speaking of, he had been gone for just over a week and a half on some run with Rick and Glenn, which was the longest time he had been away from you and Hazel ever since you arrived at Alexandria.

Sure, you were used to his frequent absences, but that didn’t mean you ever got used to the constant worry about whether he would come home alive or not. And you sure as hell never got over how much you missed him. You missed his touch and waking up beside him each morning. You missed his laugh, scent and voice. When he was away, the house seemed empty, despite you and Hazel living in it. 

“Mummy!” As soon as you closed the door, Hazel’s voice rang through the hallway. Before you knew it, a small pair of arms wrapped around your legs. 

“Hey, sweetie!” You smiled and lifted her up. Hazel’s big blue eyes beamed at you through her mop of curly hair. Before you could say anything else, the smell of burning filled your nose. “What’s that burning smell? Did Enid try to curl Carl’s hair again?”

“No.” Hazel shook her head with a giggle. “Daddy made dinner.” 

“What?” You frowned. Why was Daryl home three days early? He was supposed to be on a two-week mission with Rick!

“He made dinner but it was not nice. He is not very good at making food.”  Hazel’s giggle was cut off by a cough.

“I heard that, ya’ little traitor!” Daryl appeared in the living room with a tea towel thrown over his shoulder and a fake scowl on his face. “Come here, ya little rat.” 

Hazel wriggled free from your grasp, in attempt to escape her father, but he scooped her up. Her squeals and giggles echoed through the house as Daryl started spinning her around. The initial shock of seeing your husband home so early subsided and a warm, fuzzy feeling filled your chest as you watched them together. 

“Yeah, that’s what ya’ get when ya’ go and be a little snitch.” Daryl gently placed the dizzy child down before turning to you. 

“What are you doing home so early?” You grinned, engulfing Daryl in a hug. 

“We found everythin’ we needed, so we cut the mission short.” Daryl wrapped his strong arms around your waist and placed a kiss on the top of your head. Your eyes fluttered shut as you breathed his familiar scent: cigarettes, pinewood and smoke. 

“I’ve missed you.” You smiled, pulling away a little.  

“I’ve missed ya’ too, darlin’.” Daryl pressed his warm lips against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you instantly melted into him. The familiar feeling of his mouth against yours relaxed your tired mind, though unfortunately, Daryl broke away too soon for your liking. 

“So,” you said, and a light smirk traced your lips. “You made dinner?”

“Well...” A pink dusting crept over Daryl’s cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought I’d surprise ya’ with dinner, but...I..er... burnt it.”

“It tasted yucky!” Hazel’s voice piped up from behind you and Daryl chucked a cushion at her. 

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” You smiled, pushing the dark hair from Daryl’s eyes before placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry, it’s the thought that counts.”

“Jus’ wanted to make ya’ something nice. I know how tired ya’ are an’ everythin’ but I messed it up.” Daryl grumbled. “I found waffles though.”

“Waffles?” You said with a cocked brow. “For dinner?” 

“Why not? The wee one has been buggin’ the life outta me ever since I found ‘em. She wants waffles an’ cream for dinner.” Daryl shot Hazel a wink, who giggled and grabbed hold of your hand. 

“Please mummy!” Hazel begged, eyes pleading with you. “Please can we have waffles for dinner?”

“See whatta mean?” Daryl chuckled. 

“Alright.” You just couldn’t say no to Hazel, especially when she gave you those adorable blue puppy eyes. “On one condition: you have extra vegetables at dinner tomorrow.”

“Yay!” Hazel giggled. 

“I’ll start making ‘em now then,” Daryl said, trying to restrain the child that was trying to climb up his leg. “I already started runnin’ ya’ a bath upstairs. Dinner will be about half an hour.”

“I can’t wait to scrub this dirt off me. I must look like a bog monster.” You groaned, already dreaming of the warm water 

---

A content sigh escaped your lips as  you sank deeper into the heated lavender water, feeling it hug every inch of your skin so gently. Your eyes fluttered shut as the hot water began to loosen your tight, aching muscles. You didn’t know how long it had been since you had time to properly relax like that. A glass of dry red wine and a good book would have been just perfect at that moment.

Just when you opened your eyes, to grab the washcloth, you noticed a figure looming in the doorway. 

“Everything alright?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at Daryl. He only nodded, his eyes roaming every inch of your naked body as he chewed on his lip. You felt your heart speed up as he began taking steps forward, before finally taking a seat on the edge of the tub.

“I’ll do this,” Daryl whispered and took the soapy washcloth from your hand. “Ya’ just relax now.”

Your tired eyes drooped as Daryl gently scrubbed the dirt, blood and muck off your skin. His touches were soft, even lighter still when he washed over any bruises or cuts. 

“I’ll ask Rick to take ya’ off the worklist tomorrow.” Daryl’s voice cut through the comfortable silence. Your eyes flicked open and you turned to face him. 

“But I have stuff to do tomo-”

“Nah, it can wait. Ya’ deserve some rest and don’ try an’ argue.” Daryl flicked some water at your face.

“Well...alright then.” You chuckled. “Are you taking the day off too?”

“S’pose I could.” You watched as a ghost of a smirk tugged at the corners of Daryl’s mouth. “If it means that I get to have ya’ all to myself.”

You bit your lip as Daryl slowly dragged the washcloth from your shoulder, down towards your breasts. Your eyes flicked to Daryl’s darkened ones, watching them hungrily devour your body. A soft gasp fell from your lips when he gently grazed the hot material over the soft flesh of your breasts. 

“So damn pretty,” Daryl mumbled, leaning down to capture your lips in his. You latched your hands around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer as he bit down on your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss when his hands returned to your breasts, this time without the washcloth.

Daryl’s hands expertly squeezed and pinched at your stiffened peaks, knowing exactly how to make you squirm beneath him. Your thighs rubbed together as the familiar warm sensation of excitement slowly began to build between them. Your mind swam, feeling his hot touch against your sensitive skin as the taste of his mouth overtook your senses. 

“I’ve missed this.” You gasped, loving how his light beard grazed against your skin. Your fingers tugged at his dark locks, making him growl into your mouth. Just when Daryl began trailing hot kisses along your jaw, a ringing noise echoed through the wall.

“Timer for the damn waffles.” He grumbled, pulling back. You watched with half-lidded eyes as he tucked a strand of hair from your heated face. You pouted, already missing his lips and touch against your skin.

“Oh.” You mumbled, wanting nothing more than to pull him back. 

“We’ll finish this later.” Daryl pressed a final kiss against your cheek before standing up. “Better go an’ take them outta the oven before I burn ‘em as well.”

“Alright,” you said, perking up at the prospect of feeling Daryl against you later that night. “I’ll be down in a few moments.”

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The sweet smell of freshly made waffles hung in the air, making your mouth water as you reached the last step. It had been a long time since you last ate something that wasn’t leftovers or cold soup. You paused quietly at the doorway, smiling at the sight in front of you. Daryl held Hazel in his lap as he whispered ‘here comes the train’ before popping a piece of waffle into her mouth. Her giggles filled the room, as her father picked up another bit of waffle and pretended to eat it, before letting her have it. 

Watching the scene made your heart swell. Despite being run off your feet, exhausted and in the middle of the damn apocalypse, you couldn’t feel luckier to have such an amazing husband and sweet child.

Even if Daryl did burn the dinner.

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Thanks for reading!