By Design: Five

by design: five

a/n: pls excuse my small self-indulgence w/ reader’s taste in music lol. ALSO i’m not an engineer of any kind so please do not @ me if the science doesn’t add up here ty in advance

The next two weeks were a blur. 

Kirishima gave you a list of his workouts - adjusted to your level and skillset - and your Quirk training began. You spent most of your days working on Bakugou’s costume, and in the evenings you would do your workouts or hone your Quirk by shifting a glass of water between different states of matter. The time in between shifts was getting shorter, and you were feeling better about the amount of control you had over your Quirk. 

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Notice // 3

Bakugo Katsuki X Reader (BNHA)

Warnings: Swearing, duh!

You just can’t leave well enough alone.

Masterlist Here!

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Beautiful and Damned 10 - Old Scars [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Sometimes scars have meanings.

Word Count: 3734

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, nudity

What you would wear for a wedding was in fact the least of your worries, but it wasn’t as if you could just tell that to your mother without being subjected to an hour of her ranting, so you just let her send you a lot of fabrics of a lot of colors, many of which were lying on your bed beside Fin, who was groaning.

“Stop,” you pointed at him as Cassie stifled a laugh, “And get off, you’re wrinkling them.”

“Is there any fabric that means my brother shouldn’t have to do this?”

Cassie shrugged, “Maybe purple? We could write it on the dress with silver threads.”

“Good idea.”

“Don’t encourage him,” you told Cassie and Fin heaved a sigh, then sat up.

“I doubt princess Meriel wants this.”

“That makes two of you, see? You have something in common.”

“No, I mean,” Fin waved a hand in the air, looking for words, “She doesn’t want…me.”

“What?”

“She doesn’t look at me with desire written in her eyes.”

“Fin, I don’t know how to break this to you, but people usually don’t look at people with desire written in their eyes.”

He pouted, “They don’t? Someone should let the witcher know.”

Your gaze sharpened and he waved the white fabric in the air, gesturing surrender.

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Let Me Take Care of You ; Jaskier

Summary: Jaskier is cute when he’s red in the face and stuttering under you. You won’t tell him how cute he is when he cums in his pants, you’ll show it to him instead.

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 898

Genre: Smut, PWP

Warning(s): NSFW, PWP (Porn without plot), No vaginal penetration, Non-penetrative sex, Premature ejaculation, Dry humping, Dominant!Reader, Submissive!Jaskier

A/N: Jaskier is cute. This is cross-posted on Ao3 at ItsAutumnHereFriend.

For a person like Jaskier, who is all confidence and charisma in performance in singing and bedding alike–after all, as much as he is the one boasting about his capabilities in sex, so are the women, only in hushed whispers and red faces–to feel the tremble in his legs and touch is like liquid courage coursing through your veins.

Naturally, the want to feel it more is the only thought that bothers to run through your sex-addled mind.

Your thighs squeeze against his as you grind your hips against his.  Fingers purse against clothing, two sets of hands both equally wanting.

He can write sonnets and songs about yours, but you much prefer the taste of him–the sound of him.  His whines are heavenly in your ears as they arise in cacophony as you kiss up his neck.  He captures your lips first, and his songs are just as sweet as the taste of his lips.

When he pulls away, his face is flushed, breathing deeply with his hands purchased on your clothed hips.  The very look of him has you biting back a moan.  He bucks up against you, unable to pull away from the blossoming pleasure in the pit of his stomach and yours.

“Can you-” he hums as you press your lips to his.  He isn’t the only one unable to chase his pleasure.  He nearly groans at your fucked-out look.  With you on his lap, riding away as if he were already inside you–to every god who cares to listen, his songs of you would surely reach the heavens at this rate.

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Sugar Daddy’s [4/6]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: If you can’t tell yet – things of a sexual nature are involved.   Summary: Suave, confident, charming Bucky Barnes has a deep dark secret – and you, a small-town investigative journalist, are determined to get to the bottom of it. What lurks in his shadowed past, and how deeply will you be drawn in? Co-written with the wonderfully stupendous @caitfairwrites!

‘You’ll Scream For It: Sugar Daddy’s to Open July 1st’ runs that Sunday, the most popular issue of that week – and on the front page, of course. By that afternoon, the talk starts; hasn’t abated by Monday, and your lunch break is particularly interesting.

“Horrifying,” Dot says vehemently. 

“Disgusting,” Trixie shakes her head. 

“I like it,” Pam says, and she sends you a wink as you pop the cherry off the top of your milkshake. “I think it’s sweet of him. Loving his wife so much. And her loving him – making sure he gets to live his dream. And those children are just darling.”

“They are,” you agree with a smile, as Dot sniffs, carrying a loaded tray over to a family in a booth. “They’re so sweet – and they love their daddy so much.” 

Trixie snorts. You wink back at Pam, who laughs. 

“My favorite flavor that I’ve tried is Sugar Baby,” you inform anyone who’s listening. “Bucky and his kids dropped a sample by this morning, to say thanks for the article.” 

“Sounds like Mr. Barnes is a little sweet on you,” Pam laughs, as Trixie rolls her eyes. 

“Speak of the devil,” Dot says, sailing back, and she barges through the door to the back and the familiar bell above the front entrance of the diner chimes. 

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Friends Don’t Keep Secrets

A/N: Greetings, friends! I sincerely apologize for not posting recently; I’ve come down with a nasty headcold and just haven’t had the physical energy to write. I promise I’ll get back to it very very soon! You guys seem to really like Jaskier as a Ler. I can’t say that I disagree. This is a request fic from a lovely anon, so wherever you are, I truly hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Ler!Jaskier x Lee!Reader

Prompt(s): #19 “Not there, you say? You shouldn’t have said that,”

Summary: You and Jaskier have been close friends for quite a while, but there’s one thing he hasn’t learned about you. When this comes to his attention, he’ll never let you live it down.

Warnings: None

WC: 1.2k

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You’d travelled as a companion to the witcher for many months now, alongside Jaskier the infamous bard. The three of you had bonded like a family (although Geralt would likely never admit it) and you considered them your closest friends—Jaskier, especially.

While Geralt was out hunting monsters or just not speaking much at all in general, Jaskier was there to keep you company, and so the two of you became fast friends. He told you about his life as a bard, the things he’s seen and places he’s been, while you told him about your own life in return. You shared jokes, secrets, hopes and dreams. You looked out for each other when Geralt wasn’t around, and both got amusement from annoying him when he was.

Sometimes, Jaskier would even let you help him write his songs—but the lute was off limits. It always was.

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