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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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lunch date

part 2 of this childhood friend drabble (ok fr frshould i name this childhood friend series or public sex series bcs hmm you'll see) pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship public sex, gojo thinking with dick part 2, mention of breeding kink tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it.

“toru- ah, that hurts!”

his grip to her thighs tightened, “shhh, they can hear you.”

when gojo satoru suggested that they have lunch together, she happily accepted. she didn't suspected anything odd of his behavior. he was so kind to offer to bring her something over and she has been so stressed with her works, she just accepted it with no questions. it was the first text she’d replied after ignoring his many messages and calls.

it has been two weeks since the staircase incident and she started to suspect that he knew that she was actively trying to avoid him for almost a week. she knows gojo satoru like the back of her own hand, she knows he will not forget his promises, and he will hold against her until he gets it. their newly blossomed relationship was doing okay until he popped the question out so casually as she cooked. she couldn’t forget the look on his face.

“so, when are we going to have a baby?” his question that freaked her out lingered in her mind.

a baby

what was she thinking? she smacked her head on the table. “you could’ve asked for a house, or his black card, or something else. but a baby?” her voice strained.

“yes?” the hair on her back stood at the familiar deep voice.

she looked up so fast, her head spun to see her door opened wide. sara, her colleague stood with a slight frown on her face and on her side, gojo satoru. he wore teasing smile, traded his blindfold for his glasses and he looked different. he wore a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up with a pair of black pants and boots. his outfit looked simple and minimalistic, but don’t be fooled. she knew his shirt costs about the same as her monthly rent.

i can’t believe i picked a baby over his black card, her mind cried at the thoughts.

“i’ve tried stopping him,” sara explained, a glare on her face. he interjected. “i don’t need appointment to see my girlfriend,” gojo stepped inside, holding the door. “girlfriend?” sara questioned. she couldn’t help but to feel satisfied at the reaction her assistant’s face held.

“she gave you, her number?” she asked, one night where he came over. the bed sheet wrapped around her bare body as her eyes raked up and down satoru’s own bare body as he leaned against the headboard. his eyes shut close with his arms flexed behind his head. a small satisfactory smile on his face as he said, “right after telling me that you like me.”

“that bitch,” she hissed, gritting her teeth.

“y/n chan,” his eyes opened, a teasing smirk grew on his face. he leaned forward, the blanket pooled around his waist as he cupped her face in his hand, “didn’t see you as a jealous kind.”

it wasn’t that fact that she was jealous that sara is actively into gojo. she was fuming at her assistant for divulging her personal matter to him. that part first, and then maybe she was a little jealous. but then, sara was the reason she finally gets the guy she’s been waiting for; so at the end she still wins. sara will remain a bitch for a reason.

“it’s okay, we are having lunch together. you can leave,” she dismissed her, rubbing her strained eyes. gojo happily slammed the door shut.

“so, wanna tell me why you’re avoiding me?”

she sighed, her fingers ghosting over the keyboard, his presence has disturbed her mind, “i’m not. i-i’m busy.”

he sat on her chair, crossing his legs as he rested his lanky body against the chair. “you can’t even look at me. what is it?” he asked. her finger stopped above the enter key. she wanted to press it, but she can’t. something is holding her back. she knew what he’s doing. she sighed in defeat and turned to face the elephant in the room. her brows frowned when she realised; “where’s the food?” she asked staring at the empty table.

“huh?”

“lunch? you told me we are having lunch?” she frowned. this idiot did not just suggest that they’ll have lunch together, show up at her office without the promised food. gojo looked at her sheepishly, a small smile on his face.

“oh, that. yeah, i just want an excuse to see you,” his small smile turned sinister as he lolled his head to the side, “you could be my lunch.”

her face pressed against the glass window overlooking the city. her floor wasn’t that high, they could see the streets bellow and the office in front of them. she repeatedly told him that they can’t do this. “they can see us,” she panicked, despite being delirious from his kisses as she let him unbutton her shirt. but a few kisses later, her skirt hiked up, panties in his pocket and his dick hitting her cervix roughly, she was convinced.

“you think you can come for me six times?” he heaved, lips against her bare shoulder, accentuating his words with his every thrust, “six for the amount of days you've ignored me. another five to go, buttercup. should be easy.”

his hand trailed down her chest, her belly until he found her neglected clit. a gentle tap of her bundle of nerves had her throwing her hair back. she was about to come undone; he could feel it from the way she was desperately clamping down on his length and her whining. tears streaming down her face as she bit down on her lips to hold herself from screaming, she could taste blood. her body shuddered, her sweaty skin leaving marks on the glass and the way he just mewled against her ears, praising her made her legs buckled.

he was quick to catch her, hands gripping her waist.

they moved to the desk, pushing all her files and pens aside as he laid her down. he showered her with kisses, slowly trailing them down to her cunt. he eyed her glistening slit, mouth watered. grabbing her legs, he held it open, she whined at the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over her. “satoru, i can’t,” she moaned at the first lick, her hand pressed on his head trying to get away, but he held her tight. “n-no more, ah fuck, fuck!” she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every reaction as his tongue worked their ways. the feeling on his teeth grazing her clit, the tip of her tongue teasing around her entrance, before slipping in.

she tasted so good; it was more pleasurable for him than her. she looked pretty squirming to get away as he held her tighter, tongue darting in and out. overstimulation was hitting her full force and she was high in pleasure. her brain couldn’t comprehend; between the feeling of his breath against her slit, his tongue fucking her, his calloused palms against her waist and the sound he was making. she didn’t give two fucks if the office heard them fucking.

“close, fuck, toru i want-” her words cut off by her own moan.

his tongue switched, sucking on her swollen clit as his finger took over the fucking. it didn’t take long for her to gush out. her head was pounding, his words went in one ear and out the another. he stood up, drools and her fluid covered his chin and onto his bare chest. he helped her sat, she was beyond exhausted. the feeling of his fingers brushing her hair back brought back to the office, she looked up to him with her eyes half drooped. a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he pressed it on hers. “you okay?” he whispered, planting kisses after kisses. “i miss you so much,” he cooed.

“miss you,” was all she could mustered out.

“did i scare you? with the baby talk?” he asked, pulling her in his arms. truth be told, seducing her into fucking in front of the glass window wasn’t the actual reason gojo was here. but her words were just so inviting, he doesn’t mind a little detour. she tasted delicious. she mumbled something against his chest, but he was sure it was a maybe.

“i thought you wanted it.”

she pouted, finally the first sentence her brain could scrambled, “maybe i change my mind.”

“that’s why you ran away from me? you’re scared?” he tilted her head up, his heart warmed at the little pout she had on, “oh buttercup, i won’t lie. the thoughts of you all round and milky with my child is turning me on-” not a lie, because she could feel his cock pressing against her slit, “but it’s okay. one day i’ll change your mind but for now, i’m fine with a little practise now.” she groaned against his lips as she felt his tip slipped in, stretching her once again.

this one was quicker, she was already sobbing mess, clutching desperately on his chest as he chased his high.

the deeper he pushed into her, the faster he had to circle her clit. he’s not a selfish lover, he wants her to feel as good as him too, despite being borderline torturous as she was clearly an overstimulated mess. “you’re so good to me,” he hummed, “you take me in so well. i love the way your tight cunt suck me in.” she really was, with mouth apart panting his name, eyelids drooped, and fingers dug into his flesh with legs apart.

she’s his good little girl.

she nodded, soft mewls could be heard through her pants. the wet kisses he was peppering her skin soon turned into a desperate attempt to leave a mark. she was beyond exhausted to berate him for doing it, so she learned to enjoy the feeling of his fangs against her flushed skin.

“toru, it feels so good,” she rolled her eyes back and he hummed in agreement.

gojo held her throat, not too harsh but not exactly gentle too, “it does, does it?” he grinned, “come, clench around my cock, y/n chan," he teased, in a sing-song tone, "i’m about to fill you up to the brim.” he tightened the grip, she whined. the way the walls tightening around him, had the world strongest’s sorcerer a moaning mess, as his hips snapped faster.

the sound of their skin slapping each other got louder and louder with the squelching of her cunt. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he forced his cock all the way inside, his thick seed shooting directly into her womb. his grip on her waist tightened, he was all choke up. they stayed in each other’s arm, struggling to catch a break.

he pinched her cheek for the fun of it, seeing her annoyed and bothered for his own personal pleasure. “what luck you have, y/n. falling in love with someone like me,” he brushed the tear stains on her cheek.

“who said i love you?”

he pressed his hand on his chest, faking the pained look on his face with an ouch. it was never an exchange of i love yous between them; it was him annoying the fuck out of her and her being constantly concern by his childishness. “would you still come home, y/n. i miss you so much, no lies.” he asked as he pulled his pants back up. "i will," she promised. he helped her off the desk, cleaning the mess they’d made and her chasing him around for her pair of panties. she never got it back, her face was as red as her stilettos as she made her way out of the office bare under her skirt. she could hear him snickering behind her.

“c-cancel the rest of my day please, sara. i have some business to take care off,” she glared at the white-haired man running toward the elevator. lunch time was over, and she was beyond fucked to continue her work. literally. not when gojo had made sure to give her the fucking of her life, she couldn’t focus on her work no more. sara gave her a glare, a dirty one, as she eyed her skewered hair and wrinkled clothes. she placed the files on her assistant’s desk, rushing as gojo held the elevator opened.

she made in, jumping instantly in his arms as the door closed. it was just two of them in the empty lift.

she giggled in his arms; his huge smile was contagious. he kissed her so gently, thumb on her back rubbing shapes. his smile grew wider as they pulled away. she tilted her head, confusion on her face and he nudged his head to the door. she turned around only to see their reflection on the elevator’s door. “look closer,” he whispered, and her eyes widened as she realised a trail of his cum, peaking out of her skirt down her legs. her face got even redder as she wasn’t sure if it had just happened or gojo has been letting her walk around with his cum down her legs.

“i’ll murder you, satoru.”

the lift suddenly halted. the number stopped at the ninth floor and she cursed. the lift wasn’t malfunction; she knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“not going to lie, seeing my cum down your legs, it looks hot,” he said sheepishly, a kiss on her cheek while his hands already made their way underneath her blouse. his brows raised up suggestively.

“will you stop thinking with your dick, satoru?”

“you still owe me two more orgasm, buttercup.”

the light of the lift suddenly tripped, engulfing them in a pitch-black darkness. she jolted in his arms. the emergency light turned on and under the dimmed light, she could see his blue eyes on her like a predatory to its prey. she could feel her throat drying as a kiss landed on her neck.

“we better make our time worth.”

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gleeismybrand · 3 years

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let’s talk about the sexualization problem.

If you’ve been in the glee fandom for enough time you know that Glee tries to be sexy, like a lot, like way too much. I don’t know what caused Ryan Murphy to try and sexulize a bunch of 15/16 year olds but it does not sit right with me.

from s1-s2 the girls in glee in girls are heavily sexualized lets start with one of the first things I noticed

The Unholy Trinity

Santana: It’s been established since the beginning of the show that Santana’s character is supposed to be sexy, and that’d be fine if she wasnt 16. I can hear ya’ll in replies now “But Naya was an adult so its okay” and yes, Naya can do whatever she wants because shes an adult, Santana is not she is 16/17 and shes seen “sexting” puck and I know its HS, but why did ryan feel the need to include it?

Quinn: I feel like Quinn wasn’t as sexualized because of her whole Christian upbringing so shes pretty safe in seasons one (1) through two (2).

Brittany: My god how do I even start, shes basically treated like shes a slut through the entirety of s2, there been a least two instances where its referenced that Brittany sleeps/slept with everyone and I’m convinced Ryan wrote her that way to call her a dumb slut without actually saying it.

Rachel: So for Rachel I think they were trying to make her into the “Sexy School Girl” type of trope since s1-2 Rachel isnt shown as a sex objected compared to Santana and Brittany. But whenever Rachel is sexualized it’s for the sake of other people like in s1 when Kurt gives her a makeover and shes in leather and makeup for the sake of Finn or in s2 when she does Hit Me Baby One More Time in Brittany Spears’s outfit from the music video that is the “Sexy School Girl” trope in a nutshell and in S4 when she does ANOTHER song by Brittany Spears dressed provocatively for Cassandra’s class.

Kitty: The only thing I can really remember of Kitty and her being “sexy” was when she canonically slept with Puck (who was a full fledged adult) while she was a sophomore, I shouldn't need to explain why this was so wrong.

Other examples that aren't about the girls specifically are under the cut in bullet points:

Finn and Puck who are both 16 at the time singing “I Wanna Sex You Up” with a bunch of old men one being their teacher.

The glee club singing “Blurred Lines” A song about date rape, with their teacher

The Glee Club performing “Toxic” a heavily sexual implied song with their teacher

The entirety of “Push It”

Thank you for listening to me rant, moral of the story

glee do better.

#glee #hot take #the unholy trinity #kitty wilde #rachel berry #quinn fabray #santana lopez #brittany s pierce #finn hudson #will shuester #lol ryan murphy

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scottspack · 3 years

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Erin Submitted To The Mortifying Ordeal Of Watching The Untamed So She Gets To Enjoy The Rewards Of Reading Fic

Miss Erin @broresteia is my only friend so far that I have been able to personally convince to watch the greatest show of all time, The Untamed. As if that wasn’t already the nicest gift she could’ve given me, SHE ALSO ASKED FOR FIC RECS TO READ WHEN SHE WAS DONE WITH THE SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!! Marry me Erin, I love you.

If you’ve gone through any of my other fic recs, none of these will be new to you, but Erin has specified that she 1. loves a slow burn and 2. is picky about the quality of fic she reads, SO. This is going to be a specialized fic rec of the crème de la crème of untamed fics, with a focus on the long ones. LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I did this in my first fic rec for my friend Jen, and I’m going to do it for you as well: I think you should read these first five (+1) fics in this specific order to not only get acclimated to untamed fics before you dive into the long ones, but also because these five tackle a lot of emotional resolution that i think HITS extremely hard when you’ve just finished the show and are fresh on that post-canon high. The bonus sixth one is the first long fic on the rec and one that I am absolutely requiring you to read as your first untamed long fic. After the first six, feel free to hop around to whatever catches your eye, and if you get through all of those, I have four other fic recs linked at the bottom that you can look through :-)

LET’S BEGIN!

1. A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (Wangxian, E, 21k)

The funny part is - and it is a little funny, even if Wei Wuxian has no one left to share the joke with - they never have. Not anything. He has never kissed any part of Lan Zhan besides his slim hands; never been even partially undressed with him anywhere besides a miserable, xuanwu-infested cave. It’s always been like this between them, this simmering need, this desperate understanding: a knowledge so deep that it lives somewhere in his bones, that if he wanted to have Lan Zhan he could have him, and if Lan Zhan wanted Wei Wuxian he could have that too. But they never have.

I found this fic on someone’s blog when they said that it was the definitive fic to read directly after finishing the series so i saved it, read it directly after finishing the series, and felt COMPLETE. Beautifully written, seamlessly fits with canon, and has a super fulfilling resolution. The perfect way to kick off reading untamed fic!

2. One Rogue Spark In My Direction by hansbekhart (Lan Wangji/Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan, E, 5k)

He’d thought, in Yueyang, that they’d seen something in each other, something familiar. That maybe they’d recognized something in him. But it’s been many years, and many things have happened since, and he’s guessed wrongly at other people’s hearts before. Lan Wangji looks back down at the table, at his steaming, bitter tea. He’ll beg if he has to.

Okay i know you said you prefer a slow burn and tend to shy away from just smut fics, so I understand if this isnt your bag BUT!! In “A Lot Of Edges Called Perhaps” LWJ mentions that he has had sex before and this is the in-universe story of that time and WHEW BABY!!!! AHHHHHH!!! While this fic is like, almost pure smut, I think there is a TON of value to it in terms of emotional perspective on how fucked up LWJ was after WWX’s death. Also, it’s very hot. If you skip this one I’ll understand but it IS incredibly well written and very very emotional and I think its sooooooo goooooooood.

3. Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Laz Sizhui & Lan Wangji, G, 19k)

Later, when he’s older, it’s this that A-Yuan will remember most: the stretch of silence, the two of them both dirty and shaking with fever, as he looked at Brother Rich, and Brother Rich looked back at him.

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE FICS OF ALL TIME!!!! This is a fic about LWJ raising Sizhui after he rescues him from the Burial Mounds until they bring WWX back to the Cloud Recesses after he’s resurrected. It made me cry about 18 times and I consider it fully canon in relation to the show. I think this gives a lot of emotional depth to the Wangji/Sizhui family relationship that is very important in most fics, so this acts as a good base since the show doesn’t really talk about it too much.

4. Your Name, Safe In Their Mouth by astrolesbian (Lan Sizhui & Wei Wuxian, G, 10k)

“You’ve got a fever,” Wei Wuxian says soothingly. “You just keep still as well as you can. We’ll have you fixed up soon.”

Lan Sizhui recognizes his tone—this is the voice that Wei Wuxian uses on hurt people and young children, a very calm and no-nonsense voice that has none of the mischief and cheer of the way he sounds the rest of the time. Lan Sizhui looks up and meets his eyes, and they are dark, stormy gray, muddled and concerned.

“I’m all right,” he croaks.

“Hush,” Wei Wuxian says, in a low croon, like someone quieting a baby. Then he blinks, and looks away, awkward. “I mean—you shouldn’t speak. You’re tired. Rest if you need to.”

or: lan sizhui gets sick on a night hunt. wei wuxian comforts him. they both have a lot of feelings about it.

The Wei Wuxian and Sizhui bonding fic that I so desperately desperately needed to read. Since we got the emotional depth to Wangji/Sizhui in the last fic, here’s some emotional resolution for Sizhui and his other dad!!!!!!!!!! Scratched the very particular itch of “but have they REALLY talked about what it means that they’re reunited after 16 years???”

5. climbing up that coastal shelf by Sour_Idealist (Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng, & Wei Wuxian, T, 15k)

Jin Ling had begun to suspect years ago that there were parts of his family history that had been crossed out; long streaks of black where Wei Wuxian had been. The truth is more like whole books being brought up from their hiding places again.

Or: Jin Ling tries to figure out what family means, now.

This is the emotional resolution for the other half of WWX’s family. Featuring just a FUCK TON of family feels and a lot of TALKING that this fucked up family needs so damn bad. *chefs kiss* muy delicioso! ALSO i think this is a good introduction to a lot of the naming conventions that are used frequently in untamed fic that took me a while to pick up on!

6. My Age Has Never Made Me Wise by idrilka (Wangxian, E, 63k)

“We hear that His Excellency might be married by summer’s end,” the merchant’s wife says and Wei Wuxian freezes, his heart in his throat. “The Gusu Lan sect has been buying enough red silk and brocade that the merchants in Caiyi can’t satisfy the demand.”

He feels himself grow brittle inside, like a flick of a finger to his temple might make him shatter. His ears are ringing.

“Who’s the lucky bride?” he asks despite himself. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.

Or: The story of a marriage.

[DEEPEST MOST SHUDDERING INHALE] I LOVE THIS FIC MORE THAN ANY OTHER FIC IVE EVER READ!!!!!!!!! This series is my ALL. TIME. favorite untamed fic. I’ve read it more times than I will ever admit. The absolute best kind of slow burn and I think such an extremely accurate representation of the canon material. I’m always surprised by the authors in this fandom’s ability to write shit that is so concretely grounded in the universe. This could and should be a real companion novel. You’re going to love it dude. ALSO there are like...six more parts after this one........you should absolutely read them all.

ALRIGHT! Now that you’ve indulged me in my guided fic reading, here are 15 more fics that I personally think you’ll love!

Vagabond by xantissa (Wangxian, E, 66k)

Wei Wuxian comes back to Cloud Recesses after a year of wandering the world, hoping to start a relationship with Lan Zhan. He doesn’t expect to come into the middle of a case of sleeping sickness mysteriously killing people, nor does he expect what follows, putting everything he holds dear on the line once again.

OOOWEE CASE FIC! CASE FIC! This is truly the twisty turny intense and INTERESTING type of fic from this fandom that blows my mind. This could fully be a stand alone novel its that good and there’s that much to it. Another one that isn’t long just to be long, it has so much PLOT!!!!! REAL GOOD SHIT!

never let me go by yiqie (Wangxian, E, 69k)

Wei Wuxian has certainly hoped so ardently in his two lifetimes, for so many different things, in so many different ways, that he could have summoned the demon to his front door with his bare hands. His eyes wander to Lan Zhan, settle on the back of his head, the blue-black curtain of his hair. Oh, how he has hoped.

Another extremely good and super immersive case fic. If you ever just want to sink really deep into an untamed fic, this is a great one for it.

shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi (Wangxian, E, 25k)

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says, voice slow and a pitch too quiet. A second later Wei Wuxian understands why. “I cannot hear.”

Or; Lan Wangji is cursed into internal isolation. Their ability to understand one another remains as unwavering as ever.

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. I have been thinking about this fic nonstop since I read it. It is…..fucking incredible. One of the best qualities of wangxian is that they’re so in tune with each other and able to work so cohesively with little communication and this fic is like “what if we take that and DIAL IT UP TO ELEVEN” and i was like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

A Civil Combpaign by Ariaste (Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui, T, 20k)

“And,” said one of the pompous ministers, “there’s the matter of a marriage to consider as well!”

Jin Ling, who at the beginning of that sentence had expected to slam into the very last wall of his patience and lose his temper entirely, paused. “A what?”

Thing was… it wasn’t such a bad idea.

Not wangxian but one of my favorite fics in the fandom! Jin Ling gets it in his head that as sect leader he should get married and sets his sights on Lan Sizhui. I cannot stress enough how FUCKING CUTE this fic is!!! Sizhui being the best boy! Jin Ling having more uncles than he knows what to do with! Jiang Cheng being the worst at relationship advice! It’s so fucking good it love it so much.

i don’t wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by annemari (Wangxian, T, 20k)

Wei Wuxian presses his fingers against Lan Zhan’s forehead, gently moving the ribbon, and sighs. “Lan Zhan, you have a fever.”

“I feel fine,” Lan Zhan says, a blatant lie.

Lan Wangji falls ill. Wei Wuxian worries.

[deep shuddering inhale] IT’S ROTTEN WORK. NOT TO ME. NOT IF IT’S YOU. SHIT dude this is like the softest and sweetest version of hurt/comfort. LWJ gets sick and WWX both knows him better than anyone in the entire world AND learns new things about his soulmate!!!!!!!! Another one that had me crying real tears because love is BEAUTIFUL!!!!!

You’d Break Your Heart to Make It Bigger by mrsronweasley (Wangxian, E, 32k)

“Wei-gongzi? Wake up! Why won’t he wake up? Wei Wuxian!”

Wei Wuxian’s consciousness comes back as a slow rushing of sound. Voices, movement, something that sounds like fire crackling. It flickers behind his eyelids, so chances are, it’s probably a fire. Then a shadow falls over him and he groans as he attempts to peel his eyes open. It’s not an easy business—they somehow feel both dry and sticky at the same time, and when he manages to open them the tiniest bit, even the dim light around him feels like blinding sunlight. There’s pressure in his chest, but at least his breathing is fine.

He has no idea what happened.

OR, Wei Wuxian finds himself in a pickle–and it involves Lan Wangji.

A post-canon reunion fic, but with a curse/case fic twist! WWX gets cursed and comes back to Gusu only to realize he and LWJ must be touching or they’ll be in extreme pain. WHEW BABY this fucking fic!!!!!!!!!!! Oh man!!!!!!! The intimacy, the miscommunication, the SOULMATERY!!! Extremely good. This fic has stayed on my mind. Author mrsronweasley knows what they’re doing and I commend them.

Something Unpredictable by airinshaw (Wangxian, E, 28k)

When he was a teenager Lan Wangji started to dream about an older Wei Wuxian visiting an older version of him in Cloud Recesses. In them, he saw strange details of an unusual life where Wei Wuxian would come and go.

Then, the dreams stopped and, with time, he forgot. Until the dreams began to become reality.

I have reread this fic.......god knows how many times. The premise is that teenage lwj has dreams of a future where he and wwx are friends and companions and then realizes as an adult that the dreams are coming true. It’s a cool premise but the real draw of this fic is the absolutely TENDER AND ROMANTIC way that lwj decides that the future isn’t set in stone and decides to actively shape it through his love for wwx. My description isn’t doing this fic justice but HOLY MOLY has it Stayed With Me. A true must-read!

Seldom All They Seem by Fahye (Wangxian, E, 25k)

or, one hundred and thirty-three principles of the Gusu Lan, pertaining to the state of marriage

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He bows to Wei Wuxian, sword in hand, sleeves falling properly. Wei Wuxian bows in return, and the sect leaders begin the opening courtesies, and for all of ten minutes Lan Wangji is under the impression that he is betrothed to a boy who is perfectly normal and acceptable apart from an unfortunate tendency to fidget with his clothes.

That impression does not last.

A canon-divergent fic exploring “what if Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were betrothed from when they were young like Yanli and Jin Zixuan?” It’s extremely good and very compelling and also made me cry multiple times. (The confrontation in the rain doesn’t get any easier even if they’re betrothed!)

Half Cloak & Half Dagger by Fahye (Lan Xichen/Meng Yao, E, 13k)

Jin Guangyao lifts his head and smiles. “I’m considering a problem.”

“Can I be of any assistance with it?”

He drops a kiss on Lan Xichen’s chest. With the nail of one finger he lightly traces the characters for irony on Lan Xichen’s side. “Not this one, er-ge.”

A follow-up fic set in the “Seldom All They Seem” universe but focused on xiyao. Has hands down the best written characterization of meng yao in any fic ive read so far. I continuously come back to this fic just to read the absolutely genius way this author writes the Head Bitch In Control of the cultivation world.

And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene (Wangxian, E, 42k)

Wei Wuxian reunites with Lan Wangji after a year of travelling, pleased to be a part of Lan Wangji’s life again, but he refuses to examine and test the borders of their relationship. When Lan Wangji invites him to investigate a mysterious string of suicides together, Wei Wuxian happily accepts, but the case is not what it seems, and Wei Wuxian will be forced to face the feelings he’s been denying for a very long time.

ANOTHER ABSOLUTE BANGER OF A CASE FIC!!!!!! MAN this shit is good. ANOTHER case fic that is so well written and interesting that it could be stand alone companion novels to the series. [Stefon voice] this fic has it all: mystery, vengeful spirits, sexual tension, hurt/comfort, patronage. I LOVE IT! A must read!

build me no shrines by occultings (Wangxian, M, 55k)

Wei Wuxian opens the letter and skims through, feeling his frown deepen with every line. “Oh. A request from Yiling. This man Tong Shen writes, ‘I can’t explain what’s happening — you wouldn’t believe me if I tried. The hills are moving and they are hungry. Please send aid, Hanguang-jun, this humble one begs you.’ Well, my curiosity is certainly piqued.“

A few months after the events of Guanyin Temple, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji take on a night hunt of an unusual sort: The Burial Mounds are spreading, quickly and with no apparent explanation.

In Wei Wuxian, it brings old, long-buried things bubbling to the surface.

Another post-canon get-together case fic! This one is like a Big Fic in the fandom. It’s good and intense and intriguing and moving and all of the other good things that come along with untamed case fics. Madame occultings can do no wrong!

All Caught Up by brooklinegirl (Wangxian, E, 37k)

“Betrothed,” Wei Ying says indignantly.

Lan Wangji can’t stop his gaze from darting up to him. Wei Ying understands. Wei Ying is looking at him, wide-eyed and upset on his behalf.

“And you don’t even like her,” Wei Ying says.

“I don’t even know her,” Lan Wangji says quietly.

“But even if you did—” Wei Ying starts.

“I wouldn’t want this,” Lan Wangji finishes.

YEAH WOW THIS FUCKING FIC. You have to fucking read this fic. Post-canon get-together au where Lan Qiren is trying to marry off lwj, so wangxian put their galaxy brains together and are like “he cant marry lwj off if he’s already married” and thus begins an absolutely delightful fake engagement au! This fic really has the absolute perfect balance of sexual tension and wangxian just pretty much already being married and its just SO SO good. My stomach was doing somersaults through the entire thing. Ugh. I love it.

Still in the Water by airgeer (Jin Ling & Lan Sizhui, background Wangxian, T, 45k)

A year after Jin Ling's early succession to the position of Sect Leader, a letter is delivered to him under strange circumstances. A night-hunt follows.

Hanguang-Jun shook his head, and played again. This time, the response was slower, almost coy.

“What did it say?” Jin Ling asked.

“Hanguang-Jun asked what it was doing here,” Lan Sizhui translated. “The response was ‘Waiting.’”

HOLY SHIT. this fic…..is bonkers. It’s another extremely interesting and action-packed case fic. Written in Jin Ling’s perspective, strange forces have been gathering the sect leaders to a strange town where they have to solve a mystery. When i tell you, this fic was the first ever untamed fic to made me cry for non-romance related reasons. It’s SO intense, and SO high-stakes my hands were literally SWEATING reading this shit. 10/10, would let it give me a panic attack again.

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (Wangxian, E, 66k)

Wei Wuxian travels to Lanling for his nephew’s one-month celebration alone, without Wen Ning.

Lan Wangji lives with the consequences.

This is a Big Fic in the fandom, a canon divergence au where lwj ends up joining the wen settlement and things play out differently from there. GOD. DAMN. There is a reason this fic is Big and it’s because its SO GOOD!!!! One of those fics where every single chapter had me gasping out loud, crying real tears, and re-reading full paragraphs bc they were so GOOD. AHHHH!

I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner (Wangxian, M, 28k)

The second time Lan Zhan said Wei Ying, come back, Wei Wuxian did.

WHEW BABY!!!!! YES it is just another wangxian post-canon reunion get-together fic, BUT 1. i cant get enough of that specific brand of fic and 2. ITS SO GOOD. ITS. SO. GOOD. achingly tender and incredibly soft but also funny and sweet and very in-character! i love it!

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Demand an Encore

Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 6,958

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

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

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

Title from Wild Blue Yonder

“Oh wank!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jaskier isn’t jealous.

He isn’t.

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

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

“You wound me, Love. Wound me.”

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

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

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

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

The moan is.

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

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

“I am so sorry-"

“Little Miss-"

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

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

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

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

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

“This isnt funny, Bard.”

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

“Don’t joke.”

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

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

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

“I can feel you staring at me.”

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

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

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

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

“Little Miss-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maso-what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright. Thank you, Jaskier.”

“No need to thank me, Dear Heart.”

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

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

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

“You had me worried.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you awake, Dear Heart?”

“hmm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course, I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you said you liked the feeling?”

“I remember, Jaskier.”

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

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

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

“Experiment.”

“Yes.”

“With you... hitting me.”

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

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

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

“I can do it myself!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Five!”

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

“Six!”

Slap!

“Seven!”

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

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

“Nine!”

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

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

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

“Darling-"

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

“Take what off?”

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

“Ask nicely.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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portgasdacer · 3 years

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Atta Girl: R18*

Gojo Satoru/ F! Reader: Oral sex (cunnilingus), you're wearing his blindfold lol.

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"(Y/n)~"

You hum as Gojo's sing-song voice cuts through the quiet of the bedroom, eyes never leaving the book perched between your hands. It had been a regular occurrence for a few months now for Nanami Kento to recommend books to you, ones he had personally read and thoroughly enjoyed. The man had good taste, and it saved you from having to slug your way through a gruellingly boring book having his recommendations handy.

Suddenly, Gojo's eyes are peering at you over the rim of one of said books. His hair is down, as it always is when his blindfold isn't present, the startlingly white strands obscuring the shocking blue of his eyes. There's a pout on his lips and you sigh, lowering your book with a smile.

"Yes?"

He grins at you suddenly, plucking your book from your hands (which isn't accomplished without a sound of protest from you) and drops it aside, before sliding his way up between your legs and dropping his chin onto your stomach, peering up at your face with mischief written all over him.

"Can I ask a favour?"

Again, you sigh, but your smile is ever present as you bring a hand up to thread your fingers through his hair. He leans into the touch, eyes closing briefly and your attention falls to where his pale eyelashes rest against his skin. Really, how was it fair to have such beautiful eyes?

"Sure. Can't guarantee I'll say yes though."

He snickers, the bright blue of his irises opening to you again, and in the back of your mind there's the acknowledgement that actually, you probably would say yes if he kept looking at you like that, no matter what it was he wanted. A thumb circles on the skin of your thigh, exposed from where the comfy tshirt you'd thrown on to lounge in has hiked up and you try not to fidget- he doesn't need the ego boost of knowing the slightest of his touches get to you.

"Will you put on my uniform?"

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It started innocently, really, it did. Or at least, you think it did, you can never really be too sure when Gojo is involved. It took minimal convincing on his part to get you to put his uniform on, blindfold and all. It was too big for you, naturally, the man had a decent bit of height on you so the pants staying up without aid was an entirely lost cause. The jacket hung off of your frame almost comically, sleeves slipping down past your fingers and high collar coming up past your mouth. The blindfold had needed adjustment to your face, but once the entire ensemble was on, you had lifted the fabric that covered your eyes with a thumb, and examined yourself in the full length mirror that was propped to the wall.

He'd made a comment about how you almost suited the outfit better than he did (only almost) and spent a none too short amount of time oggling you. You had thought it would stop there. He hadn't made any movements to touch you through the endeavour, at least, not in a way you'd categorize as risque. It wasn't until you said something about taking it off to hang it up so it was ready for him to put on in the morning that he'd stooped to your ear from behind, hands squeezing at your waist and murmured, "keep it on for a bit longer."

How much longer, you didn't know. And you certainly weren't going to ask. Not when the pants of the outfit had been tossed to a nondescript part of the room, your underwear fast after them. The jacket had been kept on, the high collar now serving as a tool to help muffle your high keens of pleasure as you held it taught to your face; eyes screwed tight shut behind the material of Gojo's blindfold.

His tongue works your clit over in quick, sharp little licks that has your hips bucking up towards his face. His his middle and forth finger buried to the knuckle in your cunt, curling and rubbing into the most sensitive parts of your inner walls with fast strokes that make your mind blank out. He's vocal about how much he enjoys your pleasure, as always. Appreciative little hums and moans that answer your cries of his name. Had you been able to see him, you'd have noticed his eyes hadn't left you once.

"S-Satoru!"

He moans again at the sound of his name on your tongue, his own flicking faster in kind, and a little grunt of appreciation leaves him when the hand that isnt desperately working to muffle yourself sinks into his soft hair and gives it a firm pull. His lips detach from your mound with a wet suck, tongue darting out to swipe your juices from his lips.

"You look so cute like this," he teases, not a single serious bone in his body, "you should wear my clothes more, baby. Got me so fucking hot and bothered, I could just eat you up."

And he does just that. Mouth returning to your pussy, redoubling its efforts on your needy clit, fingers crooking faster within you. He can tell you're getting close when your own twitching fingers give a particularly harsh pull on his hair, breath getting stuck in your throat. Your cunt starts to seize up around his digits, and he huffs a smug laugh through his nose, speaking between punctuated slides of his tongue, "you gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Hm?"

"Oh fuck- yes, Satoru!"

He laughs fully this time, free hand sliding over your pelvis, pressing down on the soft plain between your hips as he speaks,

"Go on then. Cum for me."

You hit your peak quickly after that, the sensation of his tongue and fingers far too much and he works you through it. Perhaps for a bit too long, giving you a few more long licks, ever after he's removed his fingers from you and your climax has ebbed out, which earns him a cute little whine that makes him laugh again.

His face is the first thing you see when he pulls the blindfold up, cheeky grin a pleasant sight as he hovers over you, pressing quick kisses to your puffy lips.

"You taste good," he sings out, delighting in the way you fuss at him in embarrassment, hands sliding over his shoulders as he dips down for a proper kiss, tongue dipping in to let you taste yourself on him.

"Think you can keep going?"

He mumbles, pulling at the collar of the jacket so he can have access to your neck where he leaves even more light pecks. It's only when you give him a consenting mumble of "yes," that he pulls back, flashing yet another teasing smirk, before lowering the blindfold back over your eyes.

"Atta girl."

#satoru gojo #saturo gojo #reader #x reader #reader insert #smut

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guarddog13 · 3 years

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ur ASK GAME GOOD SIR /pos

do gureshin

“SCREAMS /pos

10 songs for gureshin with explanation!

angel with a shotgun - for obvious reasons, this has been the number one gureshin song since gureshin existed, we've all seen that one amv.

arms tonite - yes, that is what I mean. Just one more angsty song for that final catastrophe scene.also i think a song that could be interpreted as death or sex is very them

achilles come down - with how much the two of them have been through together, it would surprise me if they hadn't had to talk each other down together. also "Remember your virtue, redemption lies plainly in truth" hurts a lot more after reading catastrophe

NWFWMB - it would honestly be a crime if there wasnt any hozier on this list. The yearning, the want and need to go to the absolute end of the world for your lover, "When I first saw you, the end was soon," and "Give your heart and soul to charity, becase the rest of you, the best of you, honey belongs to me"

the calendar - "Put another X on the calendar, summers on its deathbed, there is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends" This song is all about them Knowing they cant be together, that the whole world is ending, that everything is going to end horribly and loving each other anyway.

do i wanna know? - this song is about that Tense Period (whether you think they got together pre or post apocalypse, you know they had one) where they did Mutual Pining With Mixed Signals because they’re living in a dangerous situation for them to be out, so they cant tell if the other is flirting back or just Teasing Them

heatwaves - LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN I KNOW OKAY but guys, “you just need a better life than this, you need something i can never give” its about guren Yearning and Regretting the apocalypse and debating whether it would have been better to let shinya die than to make him go through All Of This but deciding in the end that he can’t live without shinya even if it is selfish and shitty

drive - “all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign, sick and full of pride” its another Damn I Do Not Know If This Is Safe, Or If He Likes Me song

happy together - with the mention of “the girl you love” in the opening lines referring to someone that isnt the author, this is the perfect song for imahing them together and happy, with the tiniest touch of mahiru angst

girlfriend - talk about Mahiru angst! This song is from both sides, trying to convince each other to ditch Mahiru for each other as if they both havent already done that. As this one one of the only songs on this list that was out before the world ended, i like to think they jokingly sing this to each other on occasion

#ask game #jupiter writes!!#owari no homo #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #guren ichinose #guren x shinya #shinya hiragi #gureshin

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filthfichunter · 3 years

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My first entry for the #WitcherDeadDoveBingo!! Gaslighting and spider gags squares.

Noncon, Rough Oral, Fisting, Object Insertion, quasi enema, belly bulge, non con drug use, non con somnophilia, gaslighting... DeadDoveDoNotEat.

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Summary: Geralt never usually knew how he got into the more preposterous of the situations he found himself in, but in this case he only had himself to blame.

Geralt starts drugging Jaskier for some peace and quiet, it's the perfect solution until it isnt. Cue Jaskier being convinced a past partner has cursed him- begging Geralt to save him from his sexual haunting, or hex or whatever has him waking up with a sore throat and bruises and strains that he can't explain.

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Within the first week of Jaskier following him on the Path Geralt longed for the quiet peace of his pre-bard life.

The other man just would not stop making noise, or moving. If it wasn't inane chatter or singing or humming it was the constant movement and barely contained energy and boundless enthusiasm.

Jaskier reminded him of an over eager wolf cub, all oversized paws and tumbling over itself

He could deal with it during the day traveling. But at night anytime they were setting up camp he had to brace himself for dealing with Jaskier until the bard would finally fall asleep granting Geralt his much valued peace.

The Witcher pretty much hated heading into towns, but at least if they spent the night at an inn Jaskier would be busy playing his craft and earning coin. Being able to brood in a dark corner with some ale was an improvement, at least the rest of the humans knew to give him a wide buffer.

As an added bonus towns meant that more often than not the lusty little lark would spend the evening sleeping next to someone else. Geralt wasn't a prude, but he had within the first month of knowing Jaskier run all of the tests he had learned or ever heard of to check for any trace of sex demon energy or lineage.

Even at his horniest as a young adolescent trainee with a full double dose of mutagens running through his body Geralt didn't remember ever needing to get a leg over on everything as much as Jaskier so obviously did.

The bright young man was becoming something of a friend, and Geralt didn't actually want to drive him away. There was a charm to how he treated Geralt as more than the monster he knew himself to be. Also the way he fawned over Geralt's body, prepared baths and did nice things for him was... nice, the smell of sexual longing and desire in Jaskier's pheromones was also nice.

The second month was when he first happened across what he thought might be a solution to his Jaskier problem.

Instead of chattering filling the entire clearing with noise Geralt had looked up startled by the quiet to see Jaskier passed out over Roach's rucksack. Instead of following Geralt's instructions to never go into his ingredient/potions sack the younger man must have decided to go searching for some seasoning for the stew that he had been preparing.

Tromping over to see what ridiculous situation Jaskier had landed himself in this time. Geral was relieved and annoyed to see that Jaskier would be fine, but that he would need to reorder his bag and it's many vials. Based on the beading pinprick of blood on his finger and overpowering scent of a mix of olliander and manticore bile Jaskier had managed to dose himself with one of the safest (for humans) tranquilizer in his Witcher kit of potions.

For all that he might have been a sheltered recent college graduate before he started following along after Geralt he had a rather sophisticated palette when it came to seasoning his food and cooking.

That still didn't excuse Jaskier from rooting through a pack that wasn't his, but being knocked out for the next maybe two hours and having to eat a cold dinner was punishment enough. He wasn't the boys disciplinarian to pull Jaskier's silks down over his ass and give him a spanking, even if some days Geralt was tempted to do it just to see if he could pink up that soft pale skin and drive the always chirping lark beyond words.

That first night was all Jaskier. Geralt was good and carefully laid Jaskier bacj down over the rucksack buffered by his bedroll so that the insensate body wouldn't get jostled or bruised as he waited for Jaskier to regain consciousness.

It was when Jaskier came right back awake and continued the exact same conversation he had been having (conversation was a generous discriptor for the one sided wave of words) seemingly none the wiser that he had missed any time at all that the first seed of the idea was planted in Geralt's mind.

The next night Geralt made up his mind to knock the bard unconscious for the full evening after supper.

"Jaskier!"

"Your coarseness stands in the way of true artistry Geralt! You don't see me complaining over your knife sharpening! Or your, silent, but very loud brooding! Your brooding is like an entire chamber orchestra of angry kittens Geralt, spitting and angry and adorable!"

Jaskier continued to strum the same four bars of music over and over and over.

It was a simple thing to drug Jaskier, this time with a silk thin needle dipped in enough of the solution to give Geralt a complete uninterrupted night of peace, slipped into the unblemished skin over his carotid artery. Jaskier had noticed the tiny slice to his fingers the day before, but was unable to figure out when it had happened. Jaskier used his fingers and hands too much to risk a repeat.

He didn't feel guilty at all, he had seen mother's do much the same with fussy infants. And really Geralt can easily imagine Jaskier's own family having done something similar for the boy to have made it to adulthood without being throttled.

The consequences the next day were worse for Geralt than for Jaskier.

Just like before Jaskier woke up without realizing anything was strange. Unlike last time the bard was even more full of energy after his time unconscious.

Geralt gave it up as a solution for the next two weeks. Two weeks of noise and chatter and a marked uptick in the lust and sex smells that Jaskier was putting out. Apparently some barrier of familiarity had been breached, because it was also about that time that Geralt learned something that would guarantee a sleepy quiet bard.

Jaskier was a two and done orgasm type of man. To hear the irate barmaid tell it Jaskier hadn't even stayed awake long enough to help her to her own climax. Sure enough on the road that morning Jaskier was more yawning and tired than usual.

That night was the second time Geralt drugged Jaskier and then rubbed the bard to completion through his trousers. The reward of a quieter and chagrin bard for the full morning the next day was worth any moral twinge Geralt might have felt. His smirk caused Jaskier to blush and bluster in a very becoming way, the scent of sex and cum coming from the boy didn't hurt Geralt's mood either.

Two days into the new routine Geralt had it down to a science. It was too suspicious to always have Jaskier wake to a mess in his own pants, so the night before Geralt had discovered that Jaskier's slim cock was the perfect mouthful for him to suck down without having to do any prep work of his own, with enough stimulation Geralt had been able to bring his friend off three times quickly one after the next anfter the next.

The last climax Geralt had coaxed along by burying a cooked finger up into the bard to stimulate his prostate, the result was the same, the next day a sleepy sated bard and peace till the sun was nearly directly above them.

On the anniversary of the first week of peace Geralt first traced the seam of Jaskier's mouth, edging the boys usually animated and loud mouth open and petting the pink moist tongue. It wasn't like the bard wouldn't offer if Geralt asked him to get on his knees and service him in this way...

The morning after the sloppiest and most thorough throat fucking blow job Geralt had ever managed to experience in the entirety of his long life Jaskier complained of a hoarse throat and rested his voice the entire rest of the trip into town where he had a job booked to sing that evening. Silence. Bliss.

And it was no wonder. Geralt wasn't as well hung as some of the Witchers he knew, but even he had been surprised to be able to press the wiry white hair at his crotch to Jaskier's lips. Most whores charged extra, both because he was a Witcher, and because of the inconvenience of trying to blow him. He'd been so shocked by Jaskier's success he ended up rearranging and contorting the bard into a bunch of different positions over the coming days to see just how deep and how long he could thrust down into that golden throat.

The first morning that Jaskier had passed on breakfast and claimed he must still be full for the night before Geralt didn't bother hiding his smirk. He had come at least three times down into Jaskier's belly, and it was no wonder the bard didn't need to break his fast. If Jaskier was confused about his cum scented morning breath he didn't voice any concerns.

Jaskier took to thanking Geralt for the small kindnesses the Witcher started to offer, honey tea in the morning for Jaskier's throat, herbs to help him feel more relaxed, balm for any of the aches, pains or bruises that cropped up when traveling with a Witcher.

Geralt was maybe a little guilty, but he also had come to enjoy seeing his little song bird's smile at the unexpected gifts.

After Geralt picked up the spider gag to keep Jaskier's mouth held open more conveniently for his throat fucking he also bought some lip balm for the dry skin and pressure sores that sometime came from overusing the device.

"You are the soul of thoughtfulness dearheart! A paragon of care"

When Jaskier complained later on about a sore jaw it wasn't even Geralt, but the proprietor of an inn that told the bard it was no wonder his jaw hurt with as much wagging he did with it.

Jaskier's lips weren't the only hole Geralt explored after drugging him. What had started with one slick finger tip hesitant and searching had exploded into Geralt making a thorough study of just what he could fit into Jaskier's ass.

He could pump his way to orgasm so many times his own cock started to chafe, with no accounting for how raw and used Jaskier's own rim faired after such treatment.

He always fixed what he broke with a combination of more tinctures and the application of magic. He did start to worry that Jaskier might notice that his once youthful tight hole had a pronounced gape to it, but so far like the rest of the small discomforts of the Path Jaskier hadn't said a thing.

On a night on the road after sharing an amphora of of wine with Jaskier Geralt had even managed to work the rim of Jaskier's lax asshole around the lip of the mouth of the vessel and tip nearly a full gallon of water into the drunk drugged bards guts.

Holding Jaskier's hips up high, with only the boys head and shoulders touching the ground Geralt might have felt a little guilty if it hadn't been so hot seeing Jaskier so stretched and his belly slowly being sloshed over full and swollen- his rim stretched so wide it was nearly white with the stress where it kissed the lip of the wine jar.

He did miss some of Jaskier's noise. And he did wonder what sounds he could evoke from his little lark, what it might be like to have Jaskier's body clentch back and respond when Geralt's cock was deep dicking him so thoroughly that the bard started shooting blank, milked dry by Geralt's attentions.

Once again Jaskier supplied a solution, and with excellent timing too, it was near impossible to find a manticore this time of year and he was nearly out of the drug concoction he had been using.

"Geralt, I need your help desperately!! It's a life or death situation!!"

Immediately coming to attention Geralt turned to Jaskier, limping slowly beside Roach voice a little scratchy and strained even after the tea and herbs he had been fed.

It was a bashful red faced Jaskier that explained his theory.

"Everything is perfectly normal and then, hmmm it must have been a month ago! No wait maybe it was two...Geralt do you remember that tiny little town with that councilman's wife who threw me out of her bedroom right before I was able to finish satisfying her with my talented..."

"Jaskier"

"My talented tongue Geralt! Let me continue, I am convinced I am cursed, or haunted, or cursed and haunted."

"Even I know to avoid the ones that smell off or have rashes bard" In all honesty Geralt would be surprised to learn if Jaskier had been able to masturbate let alone get it up to service his normal number of partners, not with how Geralt had been overworking him at night.

The bards body only got a reprieve on nights after a hunt or when they were staying at inns. Even then it was only sometimes that Geralt left the bard alone.

"The point stands! And it is your job as a Witcher to break the curse!"

The last visit to a town, the night before, Jaskier had actually returned drunk and cum stained still dripping a load of cum from a tumble with a strapping blacksmith that had tipped the bard and then tupped the bard in quick succession.

"What curse is it you think you have Jaskier?" Geralt was putting on a show growsing, but he was curious to see what the boy thought was happening to him.

It's true he had maybe over done it both with the drug and with how hard he had used the bard last night. But it was partly Jaskier's fault for giving Geralt the perfect cover to try fisting Jaskier for the first time. The bard already expected to wake up pleasantly sore and leaking.

"The councilman's wife cursed me! It's the only explanation Geralt! Scratchy throats in the morning that disappear by afternoon, unaccounted bruises, an er inability to inspire and follow through in the appreciation of my audience of young nubile stable boys and milk girls I am afflicted Geralt! Cursed!'

"You seem healthy to me" Geralt grunted amused for once by the length and passion of this rant. "Doesn't sound like a likely curse"

"That's exactly what she wants you to think!!"

Seeing the bard so animated and full of energy did make Geralt realize how subdued he had been for the last week? Maybe more?

"Tell me the rest of it"

"What makes you think there is more! I've already told you the worst of it, really Geralt, a man of your long years and deep understanding of curses and hexes I expect you can mix together a few things and have me back to normal in no time, someone is jealous of my immense musical talents and bedroom prowess and they want me to suffer Geralt!" Jaskier had nearly spooked Roach with the vehemence of his speech and the trio of continued down the path silently for another league before Jaskier actually started sniffling a bit, emotions high.

The Witcher resolved that no matter how hot it was he wouldn't fist the bard again if this was the result. Seeing the usually flat belly swell and ripple out from the fist punching up into his belly, seeing the slender cock spurt and drip from the pressure of Geralt's forearm against Jaskier's prostate...it wasn't worthwhile if the result was an overwrought limping bard.

"Geralt can you at least check to see if I'm cursed? It isn't just the throat, or damage to my youthfully robust and much celebrated libido."

Saying so Jaskier actually started to blush so strongly Geralt was surprised there was still enough blood pumping through his veins to keep him shuffling forward.

Even after Geralt had finished with punch fucking that sloppy loose hole and depositing his own cum alongside that of the blacksmiths Jaskier's hole has leaked.

"Geralt, please help me? I feel some empty inside all the time"

Geralt sharp ears caught the whispered confession and he actually got hard so fast he was dizzy as a tiny blerb of pre cum dripped into his leather trousers.

Looking down at the strangely silent and solem bard Geralt let Jaskier's statement settle in around them accompanied by the low level swell of Jaskier's lust smell and the salty pepper of his embarrassment.

Remembering how swollen and hot Jaskier's rim had been as he had worked a soothing healing lotion into the much abused flesh, Geralt decided to be kind after having been unknowingly gifted such a novel experience.

Jaskier had fulfilled a large number of Geralt's sexual fantasies without ever being aware of how much Geralt had come to enjoy their one sided time together.

"Yes, Jaskier, let me set you on Roach and get you more tea, tonight we will find out what's wrong with you."

It was easy to promise to help his friend. Jaskier didn't need to know that the Witcher was the source of his problems if Geralt fixed them for him now.

"Your cock isn't cursed or haunted bard, so please stop composing whatever raunchy ditty you are thinking of composing"

From on top of Roach Jaskier beamed down at Geralt walking beside him happy and hopeful for the first time in at least a month that his friend, the White Wolf himself, would help him...

#CW FH DeadDoveDoNotEat #CW FH NonConSomno #CW FH DeadDoveWitcherBingo #This fic has more kinks than a second hand slinky

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realanimeguru · 4 years

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Heyyy do you have any kinda sadder anime to rec∩^ω^∩

okay!!! sad is a little vague, so i’ll do some different recs on various levels and kinds of sad. i’m also going to try to be a bit vague, so i don’t spoil anything. also, the category’s are subjective, somebody else might put a series in a different category (i also haven’t watched most of them and i’m going off assumptions and what other people have said!) this is going to be.. very long because i have no self restraint lol.

the most obvious Will Make You Cry bunch: Your Lie In April (for obvious reasons)Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day (don’t need to explain this one either)Angel Beats (particularly the last few episodes)Clannad (particularly Clannad: After Story)Grave of the Fireflies (two young kids try to survive world war II)

a bit more obscure sad, Might Make You Cry:Colorful (a soul gets another chance at life, in the body of a boy who committed suicide)Wolf’s Rain (a pack of wolves try to find paradise. has a 4 episode OVA series that continues the plot to its end)Tokyo Magnitude 8.0 (tokyo gets hit with a magnitude 8 earthquake, about kids and a biker lady who looks after them) A Silent Voice (the main character almost kills himself. at the beginning of the movie. about bullying, depression, suicide, and healing)

Moving, but probably won’t cry unless you’re Weak:Given (also deals with suicide. a shounen-ai about boys in a band)Death Parade (people who died at the same time play games to decide which one will be reincarnated, and which one will be sent to the void) Erased (a guy wrongfully accused of murder gets sent 18 years into the past to prove his innocence)Stars Align (a tennis anime about awful, terrible parents and good friends)King of Nabari (the anime is sad too but the manga fucking eviscerated me. seems like a typical shounen from the get-go but then the protag joins the bad guys)Natsume’s Book of Friends (a boy with a troubled past who can see youkai. the ending of season 4 is especially heartbreaking)Natsuyuki Rendezvous (a man falls in love with a flowershop lady. unfortunately, she’s being haunted by her dead husband)Searching for the Full Moon (a girl with throat cancer refuses to have her vocal cords removed until she becomes a famous enough singer that her songs reach her crush in america)No. 6 (another shounen-ai. two boys attempt to overthrow a dystopian government)(^most of the saddest parts are the endings)

Sad in an Anxiety Inducing kind of way: The Promised Neverland (kids being raised as livestock to feed the rich and powerful try to escape their orphanage)When They Cry (a boy moves to a town right before their biggest festival of the year. the story loops to the starting point every time someone fucks up and kills everyone. heavy on the dementia)Madoka Magica (a cute story about cute magical girls :3)D. Gray Man (this is what it feels like to watch a losing war. more than enough comedic relief at the beginning, but the closer you get the the end the more stressful it is)Made in Abyss (small kids explore a very big, deep cavern filled with monsters that even adults have trouble getting back out of)Banana Fish (a young man runs away from a mafia boss to investigate a drug that destroyed his brother’s mind and is hunted down)Rainbow (about teenage boys in a “reform school” (a prison) who plot to escape together. warning for extreme child abuse)Now and Then, Here and There (a guy tries to save a girl from kidnappers and is transported to a desert world. also a warning for torture)

Angsty, bad things happen but in a campy way: Re:Zero (a guy in a fantasy world has the power to reset time when he dies. which he does. often)Akame ga Kill! (a group of assassin’s overthrowing a corrupt government)Elfen Lied (a tortured woman escapes experimentation, earning herself a split personality on the way out)Guilty Crown (a guy who can make weapons out of people’s souls joins a war against an evil government)School-Live (i HIGHLY recommend you just watching the first episode without reading the synopsis…. but if that isnt enough to convince you, this is a zombie show)Charlotte (from the creator of Angel Beats and Clannad, guy with ability to use other people’s bodies helps track down other people misusing their abilities)Magical Girl Site (a girl who is bullied at school and abused at home plans to kill herself but suddenly gains magical powers)

Love Triangle drama/sad romances:Toradora (starts off as a pretty perky comedy, but when it gets sad it stays there)A Lull in the Sea (kids who live underwater have to transfer to the school above ground when their highschool is under construction, only to face discrimination)Fruits Basket (a girl meets a cursed family who, when in contact with the opposite sex, transform into zodiac animals) ef - a tale of memories. (3 interconnected stories of romance and tragedy)Golden Time(a guy with a bad case of amnesia starts college in tokyo and meets a lovely girl)

#so-long-sadgirl #anime rec #anime recommendation #your lie in april #anohana #my post #my rec #recommendation #sad anime

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bang-bangtan-boys · 5 years

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In The Late Of Night

{Taehyung x M!Reader}

Warnings: nsfw at the end

Request/Summary: hm I’d like one with v where he gets really upset cause he misses you.. ends up calling and you have to go and see him, maybe ends in some lite smut if possible ( @yzngserpent )

I accidentally made it somewhat fluffy near the end oops—

also the both of you are still in school. it’s like a high school au, but in college and BTS still exists. let’s pretend it’s like an after-school band thing and they’ve just been signed by bighit okay? so maybe the both of you are around 20-21… ok? taehyung is older by a year, so imagine whatever you’d like. i just miss skinny baby-boy BTS tbh (TT)

*for once it’s edited lmao*

You sat alone in the cold bedroom, typing away on your computer to finish up your school work that was due tomorrow. Biting your lip, you tried to focus on your paper, but it was hard to do with the constant Snapchat text-sounds that you were recieving. It was 11 o’clock at night, what was Taehyung still doing up?! You had an excuse— you were finishing homework. But Taehyung had practice early tomorrow so he should be getting rest. Sighing, you reluctantly peeled your eyes off the computer screen and readjusted your sight to the screen of your phone. Opening up Snapchat, you saw Taehyung had sent you almost 20 messages, and it didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

CutieTae♡

Jagiiii

[M/NNNN]

OMG ANSWER ME FFS—

CutieTae♡ sent a snap!

You sighed, finding Taehyung’s clingy-ness rather annoying at this time of hour. You were tired; couldn’t he understand that? Deciding to feed Taehyung some of the attention he so desperately craved, you opened the snap. Almost immediately after opening it, you regretted it.

TaeTae’s[M/N]

Taehyung!!

It’s 11.03, go tf to sleep!

CutieTae♡ sent a snap!

TaeTae’s[M/N]

And stop sending me ass pics

Go to sleep for Christ’s sake

I have a paper due tomorrow, I need to focus on finishing that

CutieTae♡

But I’ve been waiting all day!

I miss you!

I haven’t seen you for a week

[M/N]ie

Pleaseee

TaeTae’s[M/N]

Maybe tomorrow night, Tae

Right now I’m too tired to add 2+2

And don’t you have practice tomorrow?

I don’t wanna make you sore…

CutieTae♡

I don’t care

The other members probably won’t mind either

They might let me off the hook

CutieTae♡ is calling…

You sighed, not really sure if you should pick up or not. On one hand, talking with Taehyung could ease the growing insanity known as college-struggles. On the other, it could lead you to make poor decisions; Taehyung always seemed to get his way no matter what.

“Taehyung-ah, you need to sleep,” you were first to speak up, not even saying ‘hi’.

“Wow, I missed you too,” Taehyung sassed, and you could sense him pouting, “Does [M/N] not love me anymore?”

“No, Taehyung, it’s not anything like that. I’m just—“

“Not even calling me Hyungie or jagiya? Ahh, [M/N] really doesn’t love me anymore!” Taehyung began to use a slight baby voice, trying to be cute and wrap you around his finger.

“Tae, please dont make this any more difficult that it has to be,” you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“What do you mean? I just want you to acknowledge me as your boyfriend, not some item you seem to be bored of!” Taehyung said, rather loud. Didn’t he realize he had a sleeping roommate next to him?

“TaeTae, isn’t Hoseok-hyung sleeping next to you? Isn’t the noise you’re making bothering him?”

Taehyung scoffed, sounding genuinely upset, “So what I’m hearing is that my problems are just noise to you? I miss you, [M/N]! It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other in person, and now is a good opportunity for us to meet up.” On the other end of the line, Taehyung had sat up from his position on the bed, beginning to sound annoyed, “And, for the record, no; Hoseok-hyung isnt in the room with me. He, Yoongi, and Namjoon are busy working on some rap lines for our new song. He said he wouldn’t come back so you and I could have some privacy to spend time together, but it seems like I can just call him back over here since you obviously can’t find time for me…”

You hear a slight sniffle on the Taehyung’s end and sighed, disappointed in yourself that you made him cry.

“Taehyungie-” you tried, but he cut you off. “Am I not good enough anymore? Am i boring? It’s because I gained 4 pounds, isn’t it?!”

“No, Hyung, that’s not it—“

“I’m not attractive anymore, huh?!”

“Tae, no, that’s not it either—“

“If you want me to lose weight, I can! If it’s my sounds i make during sex, I can change them!” You sighed through your nose, feeling guilty and agitated at the same time. “Taehyung listen to me, the way you are during sex isn’t bad. I dont care about your weight. Everything about you is fine, I just have this paper to finish up and—“

“It’s okay,” Taehyung said quietly, bitterness laced in his tone of voice, “I’ll call Hoseok-hyung and tell him you aren’t coming...”

Taehyung ended the call suddenly, not even saying goodbye. You knew you had struck a nerve there; Taehyung always wished you a good day or night and made up multiple excuses so you guys could continue your call. He always said goodbye. Sighing, you stared at the phone screen for a while longer, contemplating whether or not you should call him and try to make things better. You glanced at the time; it was almost 12 o’clock. You set your phone face down, turning back to your computer reluctantly.

You spent about 5 minutes typing, but could only type out one sentence before throwing your hands up in defeat. The thought of an unhappy Taehyung kept nagging at you, and eventually you stood up and got dressed to go to BigHit Studios to visit him. You left the small apartment without even brushing your hair, wrapping the jacket you randomly picked out around your body tightly.

You knocked desperately at the door, knowing very well at least Jungkook was up; Jungkook was probably playing games on the computer. Hell, maybe even Namjoon would be up, just for the hell of it.

Instead, Jimin opened the door, having to look up as soon as his eyes made contact with your chest— since that was your guys’ height difference. He smiled at you, “Oh! Hey [M/N]! How have you been?”

“Great, umm… actually, I came to see Taehyung,” you dropped your voice to a whisper, “We got into an argument.”

Jimin opened his mouth, letting out an ‘ahhh’ in understanding, “In that case, he’s in Jin’s room. He seemed rather upset…” He shrugged, figuring it made sense now.

“Thank you,” you gently pushed past him, and Jimin watched your retreating figure for a bit before closing the door and moving to his previous spot on the couch. You made your way to Seokjin’s room, knocking three impatient times before Worldwide Handsome himself answered. The door wasn’t fully opened, as if he had been expecting you, as he stood in the small crack that barely accommodated the span of his shoulders.

“Can I help you?” He asked, somewhat sarcastically.

“Don’t play dumb with me, I know he’s in there.”

Jin sighed, looking inside, as if he needed confirmation, before opening the door fully for you to enter. There was Taehyung, laying on Jins bed as he was curled into a little comfort burrito. You had to suppress a snort at his state— entire body engulfed in a warm blanket with his face squooshed through the small opening.

“Why are you here??”

“Hm? But I thought you wanted me here?”

“I’ll leave,” Jin says, closing the door behind him so you two could have your privacy.

“I did, but not anymore” Taehyung said, “Now I don’t feel like seeing you.”

His voice is softer the second time he speaks, like hearing his own hurtful words made him upset as well. “Hyungie,” you start, “I had a school project to finish, its due tomorrow— well, today…” You check the time; 12.44AM.

“I know, I know,” Taehyung says, “I shouldn’t bother you with it… I know…” He sounds close to crying. You sigh through your nose, “Baby, it’s not like that… you weren’t bothering me…” Taehyung stays silent, not meeting your gaze, “You really weren’t…” you tried to reassure him.

Sighing once again, you move to rest your head on what you assumed was his arm, wrapping your arms around the baby-blue-burrito-hooman you called your boyfriend, “I couldn’t finish my essay; I came here ‘cause I thought I could finish it before class and convince Mr. Han to let me print in-class… I’m yours the whole night,” you tried to give your best forced smile, wanting to look genuine and comforting, but it wasn’t like there was a mirror near you (surprisingly, Jin only had two— a full length and a dresser mirror…).

Taehyung still says nothing and you huff, “Hyungie… I walked all the way over here!” You whined, moving to let Taehyung lay on his back so you could hover over his hips. He pouted, “[M/N], get off…” You shook your head, moving to unwrap Taehyung from Jin’s blanket. You undid it gently so now his body was shown to you— a light grey T-Shirt with cute shorts that went down to his thighs. Mmmh, his thighs…

You shook your thoughts out of your head, moving to sit on top of your precious Hyungie as you smiled up at him, “Now that the boundaries have been disarmed, can we fuck?” Taehyung nearly choked on his breath, “You sent me all those pictures— I saved them all and now I’m horny.”

“[M-M/N], I—“

“No, I’m gonna make it up to you,” you said, moving your hands up the male’s shirt to softly caress his hips, going higher and gently feeling each rib through his skin. Taehyung squirmed a bit, red spreading across his face like jam; the feeling tickled him. Your hands eventually reached his nipples and brushed over them, watching as they perked to life under your fingers. Taehyung let out a soft breath, eyes closing as he bit his lip. You smirked; was he trying to conceal his sounds? Was this his way to get back at you?

Your hands eventually left Taehyung’s chest and moved to his hips again, slowly trailing to his V-line, and eventually— finally— you pushed Taehyungs shorts down enough to expose his grey boxers. You huffed; had he changed out of his lacy lingerie after your little argument? You wondered what that must have been like for him— the intent of impressing you when all you did was ignore him. You cocked a brow at him, ignoring those thoughts since— by the look on his face— it seemed to make him rethink and regret his actions… somewhat, “It’s wet?”

You sounded more like you were stating it, but there was a small raise to your voice to make it qualify as a question. Taehyung moved to cross his legs, only being able to touch his knees together. Your hand hovered above his warm crotch, barely grazing it with the tips of your fingers before you planted them softly on the surface, not pressing down. Taehyung bit his lip again, a soft whine pushing through his teeth as he arched his back.

Taehyung tried bucking up against you, but your other hand was quick to hold him down, pushing his hip against the mattress. Your thumb traced the top of Taehyung’s erection, moving to the waistline of his underwear (where the tip of his length began to poke out) before pulling it down, setting him free.

Your palm made contact with Taehyung’s member, slowly wrapping your hand around it before pumping slowly, gripping tightly. Taehyung let out a small, broken yelp, back arching even more off the bed. Your hand was squeezed so tightly around him, but going so slow. It was pathetic how much he tried to thrust into you, your other hand trying its best to pin his waist and keep him at bay.

Suddenly, Taehyung used as much force as possible to turn you over, moving on top of you so your cocks were pressing against each other. He then rapidly began to rut against your clothed crotch, moaning loudly as tears pooled in his eyes. “H-Hyung—“ you called out, startled by the sudden neediness Taehyung displayed. He moaned out— soft, this time; unlike the previous ones, which were long and dragged.

“I was so needy earlier,” Taehyung admitted, “But you were so busy… I- ahh- I’m sorry I might make you get a bad grade…” Tears fell from his eyes, “I should’ve left you alone like you asked… I’m a bad b-boyfriend…”

You watched as Taehyung cried silently as he ground against you leg, members brushing against each other as if, they too, missed each other’s feeling.

You sat up, kissing Taehyung’s neck while he wrapped his arms around you, hands running through your hair before staying in place, tugging it every so often as he cradled his forehead against your shoulder. “Baby,” you said, trying your best to suppress your moans so you could speak clearly, “You aren’t a bad boyfriend. You just- hnh- needed me really bad… I ignored you; I’m the bad boyfriend.”

“[M/N]~”

“Taehyungie~”

You both moaned out, Taehyung’s cum splattering across your chests while yours made itself apparent by staining your jeans. You panted in time with Taehyung, making eye contact before Taehyung hugged you, burying himself in the crook of your neck. You were stunned for a bit, before wrapping your arms around him and leaning against him to counter his weight against you.

You opened your mouth to speak, opting to ask if Taehyung wanted to move to his room and talk things out, maybe even so you could apologize more, but Jungkook beat you to it.

“Hey, Taehyungah, [M/N]ah,” Jungkook spoke through the closed door before opening it, eyes too focused on the back of a video game cover— reading the summary to himself— while talking to notice your guys’ position, “I just got this new game; feel like playing a three playe-aH OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY!”

Jungkook slammed the door, and Taehyung tried covering himself with the blanket before Jungkook saw anything. Too late, Jungkook had seen enough. He stood outside the door, still apologizing, “Jimin said you guys were in here talking things out and that a new game would be perfect to try and fix things but I didn’t know you guys were busy—“ he dragged on.

You laughed while Taehyung cried to himself. “Hey, I’m still down for a threesome!”

“[M/N]!”

“I meant the game, Kookie. I have my own joystick right here!” You said, referring to Taehyung, whose pants were now pulled up all the way. Taehyung blushes and hugged a pillow to his chest and face. Jungkook sputtered, trying to find something to say before whining and running off, “Jiiin!! Taehyung and [M/N] are making porn in your room!!”

“Yah!! You kids get out and do it in your room! My sheets better not have any cum in it— or else!!”

“Yes hyung!” You and Taehyung said together.

This ended up being about 7-8 pages on GoogleDocs, depending on whether or not you wanna add the A/N’s and request

#taehyung x male reader #bts mlm imagine #bts imagine #v x male reader #bbts x male reader #request

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awkbo0b · 4 years

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Two of a Kind:5

A/N Sorry this took a minute, I’m trying to build depth so there is more than just Mae and JJ. This chapter might seem a little slower than the last one but you get to know Mae a little more! plus a great story isnt going to just give you what you want right? I want the slow burn for you guys, I want the tension to grow. anyways there will be songs mentioned in this chapter and there will be links so you can listen to the song! Thank you for your patience, here you go!

warnings: underage drinking, swearing

Two of a Kind:1, Two of a Kind:2, Two of a Kind:3, Two of a Kind:4

I open the door to Tony’s room. The door creaks as it swings open.

“Oh god.” I hear Tony moan.

“Still that bad?” I question. I close the door behind me then make my way to Tony’s bed and sit on the end.

“I’m no longer sick, my head ache has gotten worse.”

“When was the last time you had some water?”

“Our parents have been gone all day so not since you left.

“Seriously?” I jump from the bed and run to Tony’s bathroom, instantly filling up a cup with water. “Sit up,” I say with a stern voice, not giving Tony any room to argue. She does as she is told and takes the water and starts to sip. “You are probably so dehydrated.” I shake my head, wondering how she is even still alive to be honest.

“Shh, stop nagging. It doesn’t help anything.” Tony finishes her cup and hands the glass back to me, “Looks like you got some sun today.” Tony says glancing at my face and shoulders. “Did you really just sit out all day and draw?”

“Actually no, I hung out with a local.” I cross a leg over the other and interlock my fingers to cup the knee on top, causing my shoulders to hunch inwards. I can’t help the goofy smile that grows on my face. “Maybe even a guy from the party last night.” I add.

Tony shoots up with a disbelief look on her face. “Who? Was it the guy you were slightly rude to when he said you didn’t look rich?”

“What the fuck? Ew no, I would never try to hangout with him.” I pull both legs up to my chest, feeling disgusted even the thought of hanging out with that guy. “The one who I smoked with.” I say, Tony’s disbelief turns into confusion. “The one we ran into at the coolers? His name is JJ.” I can almost see the wheels turning in Tony’s head, then the light bulb goes off.

“No,” Tony’s tone takes me by surprise, it’s almost angry.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” I feel my defensive walls start to come up.

“Mae, he’s a pogue and-”

“What the fuck Tony? Who are you judging someone for their social class?” I cut her off, the air between us instantly thickens. Tony’s face turns red. “I know both of our parents have always taught us to be humble, and it has never been an issue in Chicago. What the hell has gotten into your head?” I don’t mean to be harsh, but this isn’t like her. Tony looks down at her hands then back up to me, I notice that tears have started to form.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. This isn’t me.” I tear escapes and Tony is quick to wipe it away. “I’ve been struggling to make friends here, you know this.” I nod remembering all the phone calls of Tony just wishing to come back to Chicago. “And I’ve just been starting to get close to some people, and they all look down on the pogues. So I guess,” Tony lets out a deep breath. I pull her into a hug.

“I get it.” I assure her. And I do, I know how rough these past two years have been on her. Moving at the beginning of your sophomore year has to be hard, everyone almost already has their friend groups for the rest of high school.I hear Tony sniffle, “You know that emotions are super gross right?” I ask trying to lighten the mood. Tony’s laughs and hugs me tighter. “But honestly you should be a little more grateful for the pogues. It was them who helped me get you home last night.” Tony pulls away quick.

“What?”

“Yeah, Pope even had to carry you up the stairs.” I state. Tony’s face flushes with red again and throws herself onto her back.

“Fuck me.” Tony says under her breath, I begin laughing uncontrollably.

A week has past since I hung out with JJ on the boat. I’ve had to fight the urge to text him, Tony has noticed and has been teasing me.

“If you’re into him just go for it.” Tony would always tell me when she would see me almost throw my phone down after looking at it. I kept telling her that I wasn’t and that she has the whole thing mistaken. I enjoyed his company, wasn’t into him. That’s what I kept telling myself and Tony anyways.

I was sitting on the porch swing with my notebook in my lap. My fire drawing was almost finished and ready for color to be added. I placed more details and shading around the arch trying to portray a glowing halo even though there are some flames that are higher than it. Although it wasn’t my intention, the taller flames are my favorite part of the picture. I hear the front door open, I look up to see my mom.

“Hey sweetie, how’s your work coming along?” Mom’s voice is always soft and comforting. A trick I think she learned to help me open up about my art to her. Mom makes herself comfortable on the swing next to me.

“Just need to finish the shading here,” I point to my arch, “Then it will be ready for some color.” I say then hand my mom the notebook. As my mom looks over it Tony comes out the front door.

“Hey, you left your phone in the kitchen and you got a text.” Tony says extending my phone to me. She then glances over my mom’s shoulder to see my notebook. I retrieve my phone as Tony’s eyes widen. “Mae is this what you’ve been working on?” I begin to feel overwhelmed with two people now looking at my art work. It’s not that I don’t trust Tony, she is one of the handful of people I would gladly show my work to, but I was only mentally prepared for one set of eyes.

“Um, yeah. It’s the one you started for me earlier this week.” I comment. Both my mom and Tony look up from the notebook to see my uncomfortable expression and Tony begins to step back. “Tony, its okay, I’m okay.” I assure. Tony smiles and then looks back down and the page.

“I love the details of the logs.” Tony compliments. I count to ten in my head reminding myself that this is my mom and Tony, they already know everything about me.

My mom hums in agreement, “I think the idea of the flames going above the halo gives it such a strong statement.” Mom says, I smile.

“It was a mistake at first but I actually really liked how it came out.” My mom looks up with nothing but proud written all over her face. “It tells me that sometimes you have to break the rules to be better. Like how these flames are in a way breaking the rules by going above the halo and are much bigger than the others, but because they are bigger,” I scoot closer to my mom and point at the tallest flame that JJ actually inspired. “They have so much more detail and your eyes are drawn to it first.” After I finish i glance up to Tony. She is still looking at the page, taking in all the details.

“Thank you for sharing that with us, I hope to see it once the colors are added.” Mom’s tone is full of warmth. She closes the book and hands it back to me. “You’re parents and I are going out tonight to talk to our clients,” Mom addresses to Tony. she then looks to me, “Our tools just got here so your dad will be out back working all night and has asked to no be disturbed. I transferred you some money so you can go out to eat tonight.” Mom leans down to give me a hug then makes her way down the stairs of the porch.

Tony takes her spot on the swing, “I think your text was from Kie?” Tony mentions bringing my attention to my phone. I type in my passcode and open messages.

‘Hey long time no see, was wondering if you were wanting to hangout with the pogues again?’ the message was from Kie. I look over to Tony, she was reading something on her own phone.

‘i’d be down, do i have a plus one? would feel kinda bad ditching my cousin.’ I close out of messages and open up twitter for a second. Not too long afterwards Kie text back.

‘that would be prefect, Pope hasn’t stopped talking about her since the party! you guys want to meet at my dad’s restaurant?’

‘that would be perfect, just send the address’ I send the last message then look up to Tony.

“Hey I found a place I want to eat at” Tony’s eyes don’t pull away from the screen.

“Cool, where we are going?”

It took about 30 minutes to convince Tony to hangout with the pogues. She caved when I told her this would be a great time for her to thank Pope for helping her after the party.

Tony placed the car in park and looks over to me as I undo my seat belt.

“Okay so they don’t like hate me right?” Tony’s question takes me by surprise.

“Why the hell would they hate you, T?” I ask in disbelief. Tony shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

“Because I’m technically a kook.” Tony mutters as she starts to fidget with the ends of her hair.

“Look,” Tony looks back at me,”If they start being rude, I’ll cuss them out and then we won’t see them for the rest of the summer okay?” I grab her hand and give it a tight squeeze. “But these guys are chill, I got a long with them much better than the people you were introducing me to at the party.”

Tony nods, “Yeah, they guys were tools,” We both laugh. Once Tony’s nerves were under control we got out of the car and walked up to the restaurant. We open the door and immediately see the group of pogues. Kie notices us first and waves us over. Tony takes a seat next to John B who is sitting next to a Blonde who I assumes is Sarah, and I take the open seat next to Kie.

“Hey guys, This is Tony.” I say. Everyone then goes around to introduce themselves to Tony.

“I’m Kie.”

“John B.”

“Sarah, I don’t think we’ve met yet either. It’s Mae right?” I hear JJ begin to laugh but then cough to try and cover it.

“Yeah,” I reply trying to hold a neutral face, but letting out a giggle when I look at JJ, who is totally thinking about the loud sex we heard.

“JJ” manages to say without breaking down into complete laughter. John B smacks JJ on the back on the head and JJ flips John B off.

“And I’m Pope.” Pope says pulling the attention towards him.

“You were the one who helped me get home!” Tony exclaims.

“We all did, I just was the one who carried you.” Pope says. Tony places one of her hands over his on the table.

“Well thank you.” Tony’s tone is flirty, but Pope doesn’t seem to mind.

After eating John B and JJ suggested we got for a boat ride before it gets dark. We all agreed that it was too early to end the night. It was a tight squeeze for all seven of us plus a cooler, but Sarah agreed to sit on John B’s lap and Tony being flirty was all over Pope. JJ sat behind the wheel, and me and Kie agreed to sit on the floor of the boat.

“How long are you in town for?” Kie ask once JJ finds a good place to stop the boat. I watch JJ as he throws the anchor overboard.

“Um, just for the summer. I’ll be leaving the second Monday in August to be back in time for school in Chicago.” I say while still looking at JJ as he makes his way around the boat. As he bends down to get a beer out of the cooler he catches me.

“Take a picture, it will last longer sweet cheeks.” JJ boasted.

“Sorry, photography isn’t my media.” I give him a quick wink. JJ smirks as he pops open his beer. “Anyways,” I draw my attention back to Kie. “me and my parents are only here to work on a project with my Aunt Sadie and Uncle Porter.”

“Do you know what they are working on?” Kie asks in excitement, “Sorry, it's just,” Kie pauses, I can tell shes trying really hard not to fan girl, “My family and I are really big fans of your family’s work.”

“You know just as much as us.” I answer placing my hand on her shoulder.

“Ew, could you two get a room? You’re being more touchy than John B and Sarah.” JJ makes his way in between me and Kie, then hands us both our own beer. “Before you get annoyed, I brought a truce.” JJ says towards me clinking the tip of our bottles together. I smile at the fact he is quoting me from the party.

“Let’s get some music up in here!” Sarah calls out as she pulls out her phone. Off She Goes by Bad Suns starts playing over a speaker and she hops to her feet, She pulls John B up and starts to dance in the little area that they have. Kie soon joins, encouraging Tony to let loose a little. Not long after does Pope begin dancing, but then takes Tony from Kie.

“Come on Mae, I need a partner now!” Kie calls out to me, I smile as I raise to my feet. Kie takes one of my hands to help assist me. JJ moves from the floor to the bench so there is more room for the people who are dancing.

A few songs pass, JJ is still sitting on the bench, watching all of us dance. I take a seat next to him to take a break, “Are you not a dancer?” I ask him.

“No I am, and I dance better than all you combined. I’m just letting you guys have some fun before I embarrass you all.” JJ states with his famous smirk.

“I find it hard to believe that you dance better that Kie.” My eyes move from JJ’s to look over at Kie who is still dancing.

“You want to bet?” JJ challenges.

“What’s the prize?” I ask intrigued, bumping shoulders with JJ.

“If I’m the better dancer then I have to tell you something about my family. If I am not, then you have to show me some of your art work.” JJ says leaning in closer so no one can hear, then leaves his hand out for a shake to close the deal.

“When?” I ask, hesitant on agreeing.

“How about over breakfast? Loser also has to buy.”

“I think Tony had something planned for us tomorrow.”

“You really think Tony isn’t going to spend the night with Pope?” JJ does have a point, I look at Tony and Pope. They are dancing really close and have almost be joined at the hip since we have left the restaurant. JJ nudges my knee with his hand, still waiting for a shake. “Well?”

I take JJ’s hand in mine, trying to ignore how much I liked the contact. “Deal, now show me you’re moves.”

JJ stands up with confidence “Alright everyone, me and Kie need to have a dance off.”

“Mae, what did he bet you on?” Pope groans. I shrug my shoulders, beginning to realize that I was set up. Everyone sits but Kie and JJ.

“Play a song, Sarah!” JJ announces. Sarah laughs as she rolls her eyes. Painkiller by Ruel starts to play. “You start Kie.” JJ commands.

Kie begins to move to the beat gracefully. Kie moves her hips just right, blowing us away when the beat drops.

“JJ it’s you’re turn!” John B calls out. JJ act as if he is clearing the area, then places one hand on the back of his head and starts to do the sprinkler. I feel my jaw drop. Everyone around me breaks into a roar of laughter. This boy played me. JJ continues with his cheesy ass moves, moving to the lawn mower, the shopping cart, and then just attempting to twerk. Once the song finally ends JJ falls on the floor next to my feet.

“Whew, that was a lot of work. Who do you think won?” JJ ask looking up at me out of breath. I shake my head at him.

“You asshole.” I joke then smacking his forehead.

“You’re the one who fell for it.” JJ shrugs.”Don’t worry, I wont break your wallet for the food. I know some nice cheap places.” JJ adds with a wink.

A/N you guys have been amazing, sorry this took a minute to get up. I was at a writers block! I know how i want to end this and I knew how i was going to start it but adding all the in between so it didnt seem so cheesy and so you guys could fall in love with Mae is the hard part! But i think after this chapter I got it going in my head and im excite to present it to you guys! Thank you so much for all the love on part 4! I was blown away!

Talk to you soon!

UPDATE: I HAVE MOVED THIS FANFIC TO WATTPAD, HERE IS THIS LINK! LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU FOR THE NOTES!

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Questions 1, 2, skip a few, 99 100! ANSWER THEM ALL!!!!!!

LETS DO THIS

99 gay-ish asks

how tall are you?5 SOMETHING

what is your body type?SLENDERMAN

what is your favorite part about your body?THE T

is your current hair color your natural hair color?YES

are you more outgoing or more shy?SHY

are you more femme or butch?ITS COMPLICATED, BUT, BUTCH

are you tol or smol?APPARENTLY IM TWINK. NOT SURE WHERE THAT IS ON THIS SCALE

wine mom or vodka aunt?NO

weird habit?I EAT BREAKFAST FOOD AT ANY HOUR

favorite meme?VIBE CHECK, IM SMUG ABOUT MY URL

do you sing in the shower?NO BUT I USED TO. JUST SHY ABOUT ROOMMATES. I DO IN MY CAR

ever used a bow and arrow?NO, BUT MY BROTHER DESIGNED AND BUILT ONE, GOT IN TROUBLE FOR MAKING A WEAPON

are/were you a theatre kid?IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHERE IM ALLOWED TO HAVE AN EGO, YES

have you ever seen a broadway musical?NO

do you think musicals are cheesy?NO I THINK THEYRE JUST A MEDIUM OF ART

have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?NO WEIRDLY

favorite Cards Against Humanity Card?IDK THEM

last movie you watched?PROBABLY MEGEAMIND

behind the camera or in front of it?BEHIND. BUT BOTH IS GOOD

favorite tv show?AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER

meaning behind your urlTHE ACTUAL REASON IS IT REMINDS ME I CAN TRUST MY INTUITION

reason you joined tumblrA CRUSH WROTE IN MY YEARBOOK I SHOULD GET IT. DONT WRITE THAT IN PEOPLES YEARBOOKS

who’s your closest tumblr friend?THE PERSON ASKING ME 99 QUESTIONS

what’s something most people love that you hate?TACOS AT WORK. THEYRE POPULAR OF COURSE. I MAY NOT KNOW MY TACOS, BUT PLAIN RAW CABBAGE ON THEM MAKES ME DOUBT

have you ever taken narcotics?NO

have you had sex?NO

have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?I DONT GET CAUGHT!!!! IM SO SNEAKY… AND TRAUMATIZED. I ONLY GOT CAUGHT WHEN PEOPLE WERE LIKE, HUNTING ME. NOT FAIR. ALSO HOW DO YOU “GET CAUGHT” FOR DOING NORMAL THINGS LIKE READING AND HAVING CLOTHES

worst/funniest lie you’ve ever told?PROBABLY THE REASSURING CHRISTIAN VALUES THINGS I TOLD MY PARENTS TO GET MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE. IT WAS THE FUNNIEST BECAUSE FOR SOMEONE INCONVENIENTLY TRUTHFUL, THAT WAS SOME PRETTY HARDCORE LYING IN A RIDICULOUS SITUATION, AND THE WORST BECAUSE WHAT A HORRIBLE THING TO HAVE TO DO. IT WAS HORRIBLE BECAUSE I WAS SO CONVINCING BECAUSE I MIXED IT WITH THE TRUTH I COULD SINCERELY EXPRESS

describe your passion without mentioning it.HEY GUYS IM WRITING CHAPTER 1 AGAIN I THINK I FIGURED IT OUT THIS TIME

describe your best friend.WARM STRONG RESILIENT UNCONDITIONALLY LOVING KINDLY HONEST CREATIVE TALENTED BRAVE HARDWORKING BEAUTIFUL ORIGINAL NURTURING SELF CONFIDENT

give us one thing about you that no one knows.NO ONE KNOWS THE GRITTY DETAILS OF SOME SAD MOMENTS IN MY PAST. DID YOU KNOW I HATE THE SMELL OF HOSPITAL FOOD FROM WHEN I VISITED A FAMILY MEMBER IN A PSYCH WARD

how do you feel right now?GOOD, I SHOULD PROBABLY GO TO BED THOUGH

what is your biggest fear?BREAKING SELF HARM STREAK

what’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?SING A SONG EARTH WIND AND FIRE

what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?LEAVING MY PARENTS. ITS TAKEN ME AGES TO UNLEARN SO MUCH SELF-DEFEATING STUFF

have you ever tried your hardest and then been disappointed in the end?MOSTLY EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE BUT IM CHILL

something you fantasize about.ACTUALLY DANCING TO MUSIC I LIKE. I NEVER LEARNED HOW TO DANCE BUT I WANT TO SFM

last time you cried and whyTHAT PREACHER GUY IN LUCIFER. IT SUCKED BUT IM SO BLOWN AWAY BY LUCIFERS ANGRY YELLING AT THE SKY. WHAT A GIANT MOOD

what was the last thing that made you laugh?MY SISTER ASKING ME WHAT DILF MEANT

do you really, truly miss someone right now?NO. IF I MISS SOMEONE, ITS A SIGN THEY WERE A BAG OF DICKS TO ME AND MESSED UP MY INNER CLARITY

who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?YOU

the last time you felt broken?WHEN MY TWO FRIENDS AT THE TIME GANGED UP ON ME AND ABANDONED ME AT A NOT PRETTY TIME IN MY LIFE. I COULDNT EAT WHICH AND I STILL STRUGGLE WITH EATING, I NEVER USED TO

are you starting to realize anything?THAT IF I RELY ON MY LIFE EXPERIENCE, ILL EXPECT TO FAIL AND SABOTAGE MYSELF, AND INSTEAD I NEED TO TAKE RISKS AND PUT FAITH IN MY FUTURE.

are you more dominant or more submissive?THERES EVIDENCE FOR BOTH, BUT I THINK THE LATTER IS JUST FROM ABUSE AND GIRL RULES

i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)WASH YOUR HANDS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?AROUND MY AGE THERE IS SOME UNDERSTANDING

describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.IM NOT IN LOVE I DONT EVEN HAVE A CRUSH. I MAY HAVE A SQUISH

do you have any kinks?MAYBE SO

first thing you notice in a person?HOW THEY HANDLE STRESS AND PROBLEMS, IF THEY BLAME/GET ANGRY, OR IF THEY ARE COMPASSIONATE AND PATIENT. LOOKING FOR RED FLAGS

how can someone win your heart?FOOD. CHEESECAKE WAS A POWER MOVE. BONDING… OVER FOOD. I HAVE HAPPY MEMORIES ATTACHED TO BEVERAGES.

been rejected by a crush?YES

have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?YES

would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?NO

is trust a big issue for you?YES

did you hang out with the person you like recently?NO

is confidence cute?YES, SELF LOVE LOOKS GOOD ON PEOPLE

what would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?GOOD FOR THEM. I DONT LIKE ANYONE RIGHT NOW

would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?NO. GIGGLING LIKE A LUNATIC IS AN IMPORTANT PART OF MY LIFE AND YOU NEED TO KEEP UP

does the person you have feelings for right now know you do?IF THEYRE FEELINGS, PROBABLY, BECAUSE IM TRANSPARENT

ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?IVE HAD MY EMBARRASSMENT GLANDS REMOVED FOR MY FTM TRANSITION

do you want to get marriedYEAH WHEN IM FIFTY THEN ILL GET A BUNCH OF DOGS AND CATS AND CHICKENS

worst thing you’ve ever done?APPARENTLY IVE BORROWED BOOKS AND NEVER RETURNED THEM

three things that turn you on.IM GOING THRU PUBERTY 2, TEENAGE BOY EDITION, IT DOESNT TAKE MUCH

who do you hate?I DONT LIKE SUCH SIMPLE CATEGORIES, BUT I START TO FEEL HATRED WITH REPEATED CRUELTY/WHEN SOMEONE REFUSES TO HEAR ME

favorite term of endearment?MY FRIEND

who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening?I DIDNT REALLY HAVE TVS/POP CULTURE GROWING UP LIKE MOST PEOPLE, PROBABLY FOUND IT IN CREATIVE WRITING

intimidating girls or kind girls?KIND

what do you look for in a possible partner?EQUALITY

do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls?YES

are you good at flirting?PERHAPS. WHEN IM NOT THINKING ABOUT IT

who was the first person you came out to?I DONT ACTUALLY REMEMBER. A HIGH SCHOOL FRIEND. IT WAS A STRESSFUL COMPLICATED TIME, MY WORLD WAS UPSIDE DOWN, IT WAS GRADUAL

do you have any friends who are wlw?PROBABLY

is your crush wlw?IDK

last person to make you reconsider your sexuality?A DOUCHE CANOE UNFORTUNATELY

write a short love poem to your crush/self?DEAR PERSON,THANK YOU FOR THE CHEESECAKEIT WAS SO GOODBUT ONLY BECAUSE IT WAS FROM YOU

do you fall in love easily?NO. I WISH I DID. I COULD USE THE HIGH TO GET STUFF DONE

is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?I HATE TALKING ABOUT THINGS THAT MAKE ME FEEL HUMILIATED AND ASHAMED, SO I JUST DONT. I ALSO HATE TALKING ABOUT SELF HARM BECAUSE I NEVER KNOW HOW. AM I GOING TO TRIGGER PEOPLE? AND IT IS SHROUDED IN SHAME AND FEAR.

are you good at hiding your feelings?YES, WHEN I CONSCIOUSLY MAKE AN EFFORT TO

are you a forgiving person?NO. I USED TO BE ALL ABOUT FORGIVENESS, AND GREW UP FORGIVING ABUSIVE CYCLES, IT WAS SO UNHEALTHY. NOW I FEEL LIKE A CROW HOLDING GRUDGES FOR CENTURIES, AND I DONT WANT TO BE BITTER EITHER – I OFTEN FEEL BAD FOR NOT FORGIVING, EVEN IF ITS JUST FORGIVENESS FOR MY OWN SAKE. BUT ITS A NEW DEVELOPMENT THAT IM ALLOWING MYSELF TO FEEL ANGRY, BE TRUTHFUL ABOUT BEING WRONGED, WANT JUSTICE FOR MYSELF. AND MAYBE SOME THINGS SHOULDNT BE FORGIVEN.

what is your “type?”I DONT KNOW. I RECENTLY STARTED GROWING SOME SELF WORTH, AND I DONT THINK THE PEOPLE IVE SOUGHT OUT TO RELIVE MY PAIN COUNTS

fall asleep in her arms or rub her back until she falls asleep in yours?LAST ONE

tall girls or short girls?BOTH IS GOOD

hugs or kisses?HUGS

twirl her around or get twirled?I WANNA TWIRL PEOPLE

tummy kisses or thigh kisses?BOTH

hairline kisses or neck kisses?NECK

play with her hair or stroke her tummy?PLAYING WITH HAIR

making out or soft kisses?MAKING OUT

hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist?WAIST

how confident are you in your sexuality?I THINK PEOPLE WOULD ASSUME IM NOT. IM SHY, AND MY NERDY CHRISTIAN VIBE ISNT GOING ANYWHERE. IM ALSO JUST BEGINNING TO LIVE AS MYSELF AND IM RELEARNING EVERYTHING. BUT WHEN IT COMES TO REALLY KNOWING MYSELF IM CONFIDENT

when you like someone do you blush or get butterflies in your stomach?NO. I WILL START CRANKING OUT ART AND FOCUS LESS THAN USUAL

have you ever liked a friend as more than a friend? did you tell them?YES

how old were you when you realized you were into girls?20ISH BUT THE SIGNS WERE THERE LONG BEFORE

most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl?I GOT MY EMBARRASSMENT GLANDS REMOVED REMEMBER

do you have a favorite lesbian ship? is it canon?I DONT KNOW MANY BUT IM HAPPY FOR THE CANON MARCELINE AND BUBBLEGUM

what is the most aggravating thing someone has said to you about your sexuality?MY SISTER PROJECTING ABOUT HER LIFE. WE HAVE CONSERVATIVE MISOGYNIST PARENTS BUT WE ARE VERY DIFFERENT PEOPLE AND IT DID NOT AFFECT US IN THE SAME WAY

when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter?I FEEL LIKE IM FORGETTING SOMETHING NICE A STRANGER SAID ONCE

what is love to you?NOT SOMETHING YOU DISPENSE AT YOUR CONVENIENCE. ITS A WAY OF LIVING – IF YOU LOVE YOURSELF, YOU LOVE OTHER PEOPLE, AND YOU LOVE THE WORLD AROUND YOU AND TAKE CARE OF IT. ITS NEITHER FAWNING NOR CONTROL – ITS ACCEPTANCE

ask me anything.YOU DIDNT ASK ME ANYTHING SO IM JUST GOING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING. IVE BEEN EATING POPCORN CHICKEN WITH HONEY

#zee5tarbug #asks #chatty tag #I DID IT

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