#and I don’t want to !! he’s so endearing like this
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I GIVE YOU MYSELF — AVENTURINE (KAKAVASHA)
contents: female reader, implied sexual activity (but no explicit content), post coital conversations, hints at aventurine’s past, he tells reader his name for the first time, he is implied to return after penacony
aventurine is quiet after sex. which is a stark contrast to his usual self—he’s not quiet a lot of the time. he fills the silence with smooth talk and sweet drawls and overly loaded words to make up for the empty shell underneath. but after sex, he’s quiet. unresponsive, even. you think he’s hardly registering the rake of your nails across his scalp as you play with his hair.
his eyes are closed, fluttered shut as his head lays on your chest. a shame, you think, his eyes are far too beautiful to hide away like that, even for the sake of rest.
you know he doesn’t see them that way—but it’s not like he can be blamed. the world has always seen his eyes as less than what they truly are, and it’s only natural he takes to hiding them. typically, it’s behind those glasses of his, and you mourn the beauty of the ring of blue in his pupils as soon as the lens covers them up.
“cat got your tongue?” you murmur finally, breaking the silence and flicking the middle of his forehead affectionately. he blinks, snapping out of his trance as he peers up at you before throwing that lopsided grin on his face again.
it’s almost too easy—plastering on such a mask.
“well, if you want me to fill the silence i can certainly think of a method or two,” he winks, “just say the word.”
“haven’t you already gotten enough,” you raise an amused eyebrow as he chuckles. “don’t test your luck.”
“i always test my luck, sweetheart,” he grins, “it works doesn’t it?”
you haven’t seen him in weeks. six and a half, to be exact. forty-six days. one thousand, one hundred and fifty hours. he leaves in the morning, the last time you see him—you plant that hat of his on his head yourself as you kiss him goodbye.
i’ll be back soon, he told you.
don’t keep me waiting, you murmured between gentle pecks along his jaw.
his hand had quivered a bit in your grasp before he left, you couldn’t help but think at the time.
but he’s different somehow, now that he’s returned. you’re not sure how or why, but something about him is different. perhaps it’s the way he claimed your lips tonight, far more taking and far more confident than he’s ever allowed himself to be. like he deserves to be able to take (he does) and deserves to have someone give (you’ll always give). his hands are more daring with the way they explore you, mapping along the ridges and curves of your supple skin in ways he never indulged before.
perhaps, if you had to put a label on it, tonight it wasn’t sex. perhaps tonight, it was love you made. not that you’ve never loved him before this—you’ve loved him for quite a while now. but this time, he allows himself to love you. freely, that is.
you still don’t know his name. not properly, anyway. you’re certain he wasn’t introduced to this world as aventurine—but it’s all he’s ever given you, so you adopt the title baby. it’s easier that way, to feel like a real couple. a normal one.
come back safe, baby. how was your day, baby? goodnight, baby. i’ll see you when you come back, baby.
it’s all you know how to say. one day, if you’re patient enough and love him carefully, he might tell you his given name. you hold onto hope for that—but you’ll love him even if he doesn’t.
“and where have you been all these weeks,” you scold lightly. there’s hardly any hurt in your voice, though he can make out the lingering worry. “you left me to wonder if you were dead, baby.”
there it is again—baby. the word could practically be his name at this point, not a title of affection or a testament of your endearment. at this point, it almost feels like that’s who he is. baby. your baby.
something about it feels so wonderfully natural.
he’s silent for a moment before he murmurs, “kakavasha.”
“hm?” you furrow your eyebrows, scrunching them in confusion. “come again?”
“that’s my name,” he says quietly, “i…you can call me kakavasha.”
“kakavasha,” you test the name on your tongue, feeling him tense for a moment before he relaxes as soon as your fingers soothe through in his hair. you smile, grinning ear to ear as you repeat, “kakavasha. what a precious name. you’ve hid it for so long, you devious thing.”
he wrinkles his nose as you poke the tip, earning a giggle from you.
“i had to,” he whispers, nibbling on the tip of your finger.
i’m sorry, he wants to say.
you know bits and pieces of aventurine—kakavasha. those precious little sigonian eyes and that dreadful carving on the skin of his neck hint at enough. he doesn’t tell you, but something’s are easier to leave unsaid, letting the pieces fall slowly into place without the harsh breeze of bitter words. perhaps you’d always known that the man you love was never yours first, that he was always the property of someone else before you, before himself.
but something’s changed. kakavasha comes home different. he gives himself to you, by name and by body, by touch and feel and intimacy in ways he never could before. he gives himself away to you instead of keeping himself locked away.
you’ll keep him safe, you think. for a man who’s never truly had himself to hand you the pieces so easily, so hopefully, you couldn’t bear to let him down.
“kakavasha is beautiful,” you murmur, cupping his cheeks, lifting his head enough to plant a careful kiss to his lips. they quirk into a dazzling smile—not a plastered mask this time, but the real thing.
and a beautiful thing it is, his smile. laced with childlike glee and innocence that the world stripped away all too soon.
“i like baby better,” he says smoothly, “don’t you think it fits more?”
“i think fool fits you best if you really want my opinion,” you tease. (he pouts at that, and you know it’s only for the sake of getting another kiss pressed to his curled lips.)
“i won’t be asking for your opinion again,” he grumbles.
“but baby,” you drawl, scattering pecks along his cheeks and forehead, “don’t be like that. i was only teasing.”
he taps his cheek expectantly, waiting for another kiss, and of course, you oblige through a fit of delighted giggles. who are you to deny him, after all? after he’s been denied of so much already.
“i’ll stay this time,” he murmurs after some time (when he’s thoroughly satisfied demanding your unwavering affections), laying against your chest once more, “i won’t have to leave anymore.”
they won’t make me go.
“good,” you whisper, fingers tracing shapes into his bare back, suspiciously close to letters that spell kakavasha along his skin. he shivers under your touch, leaning impossibly closer. “you’re all mine now, then.”
“all yours,” he confirms. and finally, he can mean it.
i am so excited for his banner you guys don’t even know. if i don’t get him i’m going to eat a rattlesnake
#writing tag#aventurine x reader#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#kakavasha x reader#aventurine x you#hsr x you#honkai star rail x you#kakavasha x you#aventurine fluff#hsr fluff#honkai star rail fluff#kakavasha fluff
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picky eater
– tales of the voracity pathstrider
✎𓂃 leviathan? dog under the table! avvy, won’t you come home in 18 hours 30 minutes? final tribute to you before your release <3
aventurine shows up in your office without knocking, as he often does. you look up from your work, raising a brow – you’ve gotten so used to him doing this that you’ve given up asking him what he wants altogether.
“what, i can’t even visit my own secretary?” he teases, trotting up to your desk and setting down a delicate bag of… something. “lunch, my dear, lunch. you skipped it again, didn’t you?”
you ignore his pet name for you and stare at the bag, then at him, then back at the bag
it’s quite endearing how he tries to make sure you eat regularly
even though your composition doesn’t quite need you to eat the way other people do
not that you can’t, you just don’t really need to, so you don’t
it’s just less effort for you and more efficiency
but who are you to deny your boss’s goodwill?
“thank you,” you say, giving the entire bag a quick sniff. “the usual?”
“the usual.” he confirms
more like if he gets anything else there’s quite a high chance that you won’t like it
he’s realized that you’re picky as hell
even though you literally eat monsters for fun
okay, maybe not for fun
his point still stands, though
when it comes to your taste buds they’re the most hard to please things ever
it’s okay, someday he’ll find your favorite foods
in the meantime he’ll keep getting you stuff he knows you’ll eat
this information is obtained through trial and error, by the way
read: a lot of trials and a lot of errors. mostly errors
you flash him a small smile under your scarf
he doesn’t miss it; he’s known how to read your expressions by the changes in your eyes now
you set your papers aside and carefully put the few boxes of takeout on your desk
you have limited space on your desk because of the way you set it up
you don’t like big, wide spaces
when you finally pull down your scarf, aventurine’s entire person lights up with joy.
“what?” you ask, because he looks like that every time he sees your face.
“nothing,” aventurine chuckles, “just thinking about how you used to kick me out whenever you had to take off your scarf.”
you look at him from the corner of your eyes, your spoonful of rice half-raised
you are unimpressed
“would you like me to kick you out?” you offer very kindly
so cold
but he knows you’re not actually going to kick him out
still. so cold.
“hey, i brought you food!” he whines
you nod in agreement. “and i said thank you.”
why are you like this
please, as much as he loves these back-and-forths with you, have some mercy
then again the sight of you eating well is really heartwarming
plus the fact that he’s the one who's treating you
worth it 10/10
you’re using utensils like everyone else, but somehow you still eat really quickly?
what in the sorcery
you finish the contents in the boxes that smell familiar
the trustworthy boxes™
and that leaves you with… one delicate little box
it smells… ominous. like a crime against your tongue.
you look at aventurine with doubt in your eyes. what is he trying to feed you this time?
“cake,” he says, “i asked around for the best cafe in town.”
“you asked topaz.” you slowly take off the ribbon and open the box.
ouch, must you be so truthful?
because who else is he supposed to go to for these things?
it’s not like he can just ask anyone!
and he really wants to know your preference towards sweet things
you’ll eat very, very lightly sweetened things
but what about proper dessert?
you’re gentle towards the box; you’re staring at the canary-shaped cake
more examining than staring, actually
seems like you appreciate intricately decorated things
he’s making a mental list of things you like and don’t like
even though you’re not very cooperative with him on this
like
c’mon, he wants to know everything about you! he wants to treat you right! let him!!!
(you do not know of the existence of such a list)
you pick up the mini cake and sniff it
pokes it with your tongue when you think it passes your sniff test
sweet, but nothing too bad so far
time to take it further
you try a tiny bite in the corner
your senses get assaulted by sugar, if that even makes sense
no. 0/10 would not recommend.
but you keep your face blank so as to not be blatantly obvious
“hmm.” you set the pastry down on your desk like you’re deep in thought.
“how is it? you like it?” aventurine awaits your answer eagerly, watching you closely. a little too closely, to be honest.
“please do not ever visit that store for cakes again.” you say, getting a spoonful of the unbitten side and offering it to your boss. “mm.”
you’re telling him to try it?
the way you’re asking is so adorable
not even words, just a little hum and a small wave of the spoon
he does have a try of the cake
and have you feed him while he’s at it
very happy right now
would be better if the cake wasn’t sugared like it’s a day’s calories concentrate
he understands your response now
trying his best to not cringe
also knows to never ask topaz for dessert recommendations again
“if you don’t like it, let’s just toss it out,” he suggests, because he wouldn’t be able to stomach that either
no
you got this from him
territorial snake moment when he tries to take it from your hands
you hiss
jumpscare, he did not expect that
also oddly happy that you’re protective of the stuff he gives you
also concerned
“you’re not going to force yourself to eat that, are you…?”
“what are you saying, of course not,” you say, setting the barely-eaten canary cake on your desk all the while keeping aventurine’s hands away from it.
then your scarf comes and swallows the thing in one gulp.
what.
“it…” aventurine points a shaky finger at the white fabric that morphed into a faceless serpent’s head at the ends. “it ate it? just like that?”
“if it can swallow monsters whole, it can eat an overly sweet cake.” you shrug, finally wiping your mouth and pulling your scarf back up.
aventurine’s jaw would be on the floor if it was physically possible. unfortunately, it isn’t. “i thought you could still taste when your scarf eats things?”
“monsters.” you reply, patting your scarf as it settles into a regular piece of cloth again, “it tastes monsters. not food.”
so that's how you managed to finish even the things you absolutely hate? by having your scarf eat it?
aeons, there’s still so much he has yet to learn about you, isn't there?
#honkai star rail#aventurine#aventurine x reader#honkai star rail x reader#ares's voracity pathstrider tales
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4:12AM
WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.
PAIRING(S): Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: in which Fem!Reader wakes up Luke Hughes to confess her love.
“Hey.” Y/N poked Luke’s chest, hearing a low groan rumble underneath her cheek. “Luke?” She shoved his chest, making him groan as his arms tightened around her. His upper body was bare, and the warm skin against hers felt like home, but it was simply not enough to have her go to sleep. “Luke, wake up. C’mon.” She insisted, and he huffed, cracking an eye open and glaring at her through a squinted and sleep-hazed gaze.
“What?” Oh, he sounded a little tired. Maybe she should’ve let him sleep.
“You awake?” Y/N asked him, anyway.
“I am now.” He mumbled. Well, he was already awake, so she might as well indulge in it now. “Need something, baby?”
“Just missed you is all.” Y/N pouted. Hearing that made him grin despite the way he yawned, all wide and smooth even as he fought the sleep in his eyes. She felt just a bit guilty, reaching to cup his cheek and running a thumb over his eyelid carefully.
“Yeah?” Luke chuckled quietly. “I’m right here. You still miss me?”
“Yeah.” Y/N whispered. “I always miss you, even when you’re right here.”
Luke was grinning into her cheek as he leaned down and pressed a wet kiss to the skin. He couldn’t possibly be mad that she’d waken him up so late. He couldn’t be mad when it was her, and it was him, and it was each other. Sleep could wait, there was always time for that later. But there was never a moment where he wanted to risk counting on later when it came to her.
“What’d you miss about me?” Luke hummed, nibbling on her earlobe as his head buried into her neck.
Y/N shifted, letting his body tuck against hers as her arms wrapped around him. He felt safe like this, somehow. Infinity didn’t make him feel nearly as secure as the way her arms did, tight and warm and made just for holding him. “I don’t know.” She murmured. “Everything.”
“Love me that much?” He asked cheekily. “Me sleeping right beside you just isn’t enough?”
“No.” Y/N huffed. “You can’t pay attention to me in your sleep.”
Smiling softly, he pressed delicate kisses to her cheeks before connecting her lips, humming into the kiss as his hand rubbed up her spine. “My needy baby.” Luke snickered, rubbing circles into the small of her back with his large palm.
Luke was warm against her, she could feel the rhythm of his heart as it beat against her body. He was pressed so close to her, that not even air could slip through the cracks. Truthfully, she didn’t know why she woke Luke. She didn’t know why she couldn’t sleep, she just knew that she needed him more and more and even more.
“Luke?” Y/N asked quietly, making him hum as his eyes drooped back shut slowly. He must really be tired.
Y/N stared at him fondly, stroking his curls as he sighed happily at the feeling, and then she pressed a kiss to his forehead, to his cheek, to the corner of his eyes where they crinkle when he smiles, and to those lips of his that always found hers no matter how long it took. He always came back to her. Always. He never wouldn’t, that much she trusted.
“Got something on your mind, baby?” Luke asked slowly, voice thick with sleep. She giggled, scratching at his scalp as he smiled lightly. He was dozing off and she was watching him, hopelessly endeared.
“I love you.” Y/N whispered. “I need you to know that. I love you so, so much.”
Luke cracked an eye open, staring at her like she was the reason his heart ever started beating, like she was the only one that could ever command it to stop. Every inch of his face was laced with love so gentle, she could see the way it made his skin glow. She loved him. She was sure he loved her. That was all she needed to know it’ll be fine. Everything else was an afterthought, just as long as she had Luke.
“Woke me just to confess your love for me?” Luke gasped. “You’re down bad. Real, real bad. I must be a super handsome, totally awesome boyfriend. I do try, you know.” He said cheekily.
Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes as she pinched his cheek. “Be humble, you jerk.” She said exasperatedly. It sounded more like she was in love, too much fondness slipping into her voice that it might make her teeth hurt from how sweet. Luke’s always had a sweet tooth, though. He accepted her love graciously, like it was never too much. In fact, it might just not be enough. He needed more.
“Can’t.” Luke said slowly, yawning again. “You waking me up just to love me is a bit ego boosting.”
“This was a mistake.” Y/N scoffed. It was playful, and it was fond. It sounded like deeply falling headfirst.
“Awe, c’mon.” Luke pouted, and then he was brushing his lips against her neck a he clung closer to her, curling into her body with his six-foot-something stature as she pulled the blanket tighter around him. “I love you, too. What was it you said again? Oh, right. So, so much.”
“Good.” Y/N hummed, nodding in satisfaction. “You better.”
“I do.” He chuckled. “Can I sleep now? Or are we gonna start talking about all the things we love about each other? Because I can stay up to listen to that, of course.”
“Go to sleep, you idiot.” Y/N scoffed. He grinned, and she pressed one last kiss to his forehead as she counted the soft breaths he took while he fell back asleep. She loved him, and it was all she ever wanted to do.
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mine all mine
noah sebastian x afab! reader
a/n: ayoooo! sorry for posting like one fic and then dipping for a while. he’s a smutty lil blurb for y’all’s enjoyment, idk why i spent 20 minutes making a header for it and named it after a mitski song leave me alone ok
anyway. warnings under the cut.
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warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected penetrative sex, some light choking if you squint, swearing, dirty talk. that’s it i suppose
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You’re trying desperately to catch your breath, but it’s stolen with every slam of Noah’s hips hard against yours. He traces his calloused fingers down your spine, your skin a bit tacky with sweat before he lands a harsh smack to your backside. Your gasp melts into a moan that makes him laugh behind you, his fingers gripping onto both of your hips and pulling you backward to meet his own. Your back arches, lifting your ass higher and allowing him to sink even deeper with every thrust. “Fuck, baby, this pussy was made for me. She’s all mine, huh? Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” You’re still breathless, your jaw slack as Noah continues his practically punishing pace. When you don’t answer though, he lands another smack to your ass and growls out, “I asked you a question, who does this pussy belong to?”
You cry out and scrabble at the sheets with your nails, sobbing out, “Yours! Fuck, Noah, it’s yours!” You would say anything to keep him inside of you at this moment, the dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain so sweet and addictive. A groan escapes him at your declaration, an uninhibited sound that shows you he’s just as desperate to stay inside of you as you are to keep him there.
Grabbing a fistful of your hair and the nape of your neck, Noah pulls you upward onto your knees so that your back is flush with his chest. The act changes the angle again, forcing Noah to thrust his hips upward against your ass. You nearly fall forward onto the bed again, but Noah’s tattooed hand wraps loosely around your throat, keeping you pressed back against his broad chest. You reach back to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots to bring his face to yours. The angle of the kiss is almost uncomfortable for both of you, but it’s so desperate and wanton that neither of you care about the twinges of pain in your necks.
His pace is becoming irregular, a sure sign that he’s reaching his end. He knows this and uses his free hand to slide it down the tacky skin of your stomach and between your legs, swirling his middle digit around your aching clit. You whine wordlessly into the kiss and he curses against your lips, mumbling out sweet little praises into your mouth. Within mere moments, you’re hurtling toward the edge and fully willing to throw yourself into bliss. Noah can tell, somehow he always can, and he keeps the steady pace of both his thrusts and the swirls of his finger. He pulls his mouth from yours, eyes fluttering at your whimper at the separation, and tightens the hand wrapped around your throat. Groaning out a curse and your name, Noah’s hips falter as he grinds out, “You gonna cum? That’s it sweet girl, cum on it. Want it so fucking bad.” The term of endearment and the command is all you need, you cry out Noah’s name and throw yourself into the pulsing waves of pleasure. Noah groans again, his hand flexing on your throat and then his thrusts falter one final time, before he pulls out and spills across your backside. “Fuck, baby.” Noah laughs breathlessly, releasing your throat but letting his hand slide down to your sternum, keeping you upright still.
You’re boneless, you would collapse into a heap on the sheets if Noah wasn’t holding onto you so tightly, and you’re still reeling with ecstasy. Noah presses kisses along your bare shoulder and up your neck, his lips warm and you hum happily. You feel soft fabric across your back as Noah wipes his spend from your skin and you venture to twist your torso slightly to face him. His eyes are bleary, sleepy already, and you peck his lips with a kiss and murmur, “I love you.” The words are a bit slurred and you both giggle at your expense.
“My girl’s a lil cock drunk is she? Mmm, god I want you again already.” Indeed, you feel him twitch against your ass and you laugh, turn to face him fully, and cup his cheeks in your palms. He presses his lips to your palm, an act so tender your heart melts.
You smile and lean your forehead against his, “My big horndog, need food first, then I’ll ride you to sleep.” You promise and he grins, pecking your mouth and sliding his hands around your hips.
“Deal.”
#ns#bad omens#noah sebastian#noah sebastian fic#noah sebastian x reader#bad omens fic#buffy tries writing
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husband nanami kento
content: loads of fluff + established marriage + fem!reader + even more fluff + nanami kento is setting the ground for how a man should be!
husband!nanami would put his legs or thighs over your feet if yours are cold. And he doesn’t mind when you cover your cold feet under his thigh, mumbling ‘you’re so warm’ to him. He finds it endearing.
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husband!nanami is the type to tuck your hands into his own jacket pocket, even if you’re wearing a glove or if you’re warm anyway. He still intertwines your hands and tucks them into his pocket. He likes the feel of having something of you can he touch !
husband!nanami is the type to play with his wedding ring subconsciously if he’s in deep thought, doing simple tasks or taking a stroll down a pathway. Does that especially if he misses you.
husband!nanami would snap pictures of flowers he sees during his day and sends them to you, captioning it “pretty like you”. chuckles to himself when you playfully send him the emoji rolling it’s eye.
husband!nanami loves the moments he gets to introduce himself as your husband. So very proud of it, says with a pleased tone that he is your husband while smiling lightly with his hand on your waist and tucks you into his side.
— After having a small chat with some people, you and Nanami are alone together when he stands in front of you, and wraps his arms around your body and tucks you into his embrace. You hum in content at his touch, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Why the sudden hug, kento? You usually don’t like doing this in public.” You ask gently, wrapping your own arms around his body, lightly rubbing his back. Nanami hums while placing his chin on the top of your head. “Felt happy introducing myself as your husband, so I needed to hug you.” He answers softly while your insides warm up and your stomach is a fluttering chaos. You pull your head to look up at him and flash him a smile and Nanami smiles back at you. “You’re so sweet.” You tell him, beaming with happiness and Nanami chuckles while lightly shaking his head. “This is bare minimum, sweetheart. I’d want you to shoot me if I didn’t get happy introducing myself as your husband.” He tells you matter of factly and you giggle agreeing with him before leaning your head up, lightly puckering your lips and Nanami chuckles again before kissing you softly. —
husband!nanami the type to love ‘people watching’ with you, giving them made up stories, what they’re gonna do today or who they might be meeting. Feels proud himself when he says something funny in the storytelling which makes you laugh, lightly hitting his shoulder. Your happiness is one of the things about you that is everything to him.
husband!nanami when typing on his laptop, is always aware of what you’re doing somehow. Tells you to sit on his lap if you’re bored as he types away on the laptop, while you’re doing your thing, maybe scrolling on your phone, reading a book or quietly watching your husband work. He always randomly kisses you gently anywhere on your face as he is working. Maybe lightly squeezes your butt, making you yelp in surprise then giggle which makes him smile.
— you were sitting sideways on Nanami’s lap leaning on his chest with your shoulder playing some games on your phone before putting it away, starting to softly fiddle with the loose strings on Nanami’s shirt. You feel him press a kiss on the top of your head before adjusting your position on his lap. You nuzzle your temple on his chest, watching him type away on his laptop when you feel him squeeze your butt, making you yelp in surprise which in turn makes Nanami laugh lightly. “Are you bored, my love?” He asks as he keeps typing, you shake your head. “Not really, I’m fine.” You softly answer as he hums and you bury face into his chest and feel him gently pat your head with one hand. Then he stops typing and cups your face to turn your head up to face him. “Tell me when you feel tired, I pause this so we can go to bed together.” He tells you, rubbing your cheeks with his thumb. You nod your head, brushing your nose against his and he softly gives a quick kiss on your mouth. —
husband!nanami who sometimes comes home late from work and sees you asleep on the couch, clearly have tried to stay up for him. Smiles to himself as he carries you into his arms gently and lays you on your shared bed, kissing your forehead whispering a ‘goodnight, my love’.
— He put on his slippers and saw that the small light on the coffee table by the coach was lit. He sees your sleeping form on the couch when he gets there and smiles to himself. You tucked your hands below your cheek, sleeping sideways and clearly looking deep asleep. His heart fills with fondness and warmth knowing you tried your best to stay awake to greet him when he gets home. He gently carries your body in his arms bridal style, before walking to your shared bedroom. Lightly tucking you in before changing into his pyjamas. When he gets into bed, he pulls you into his embrace, kissing you on the forehead bidding you goodnight. —
husband!nanami who would greet you with a simple kiss on the forehead in public, but privately, when he comes home, he gently holds your face in his hands and presses a kiss on your lips muttering a ‘hello my love’ against your mouth.
husband!nanami is always telling you how proud he is of you, how happy he is to be your husband and how grateful he is to be the one at your side. Then finishes off with a ‘I love you’ with a soft kiss on your lips.
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we all deserve a nanami kento (i need someone like him so badddddddd)
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Old Friend.
Yan Kenjaku x F Reader x Yan Geto.
Synopsis: The stranger looks all too familiar, aside from three peculiar mannerisms. How his fingers creep along the table’s edge. How his voice is too soft, too kind, and not at all cruel. How there are black stitches on his forehead.
Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, misogyny, use of the word monkey, and descriptions of past physical/mental abuse.
Word Count: 900.
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Flattery comes out from Suguru’s mouth one sentence at a time, the words themselves soothing but the tone not so. After being dressed in clothes you picked out, after being presented with food you loved before captivity, you feel as though you were just revived… reborn. This feeling is foreign and isn’t let into your heart all at once, but little bit by little bit, because you know that Suguru’s gifts are often never superficial, but you also know how fast Suguru’s temper can spew once he has had enough of your antics.
On your knees, that demand is always accompanied by Suguru’s pointer finger facing down to the floor, monkey.
Somehow that collar consistently finds its way into Suguru’s right hand, even without one of his servants giving it to him.
But yet, here and now, you don’t feel the same ominous aura. It’s something darker. Something that for once isn’t directed at you, but the servants Suguru always treated well. So, would that make his aura lighter? You’re not sure. Similar to when it comes to Suguru’s moods and false smiles and truthful lies, you don’t know what to think.
“Master Geto?” You ask, looking past him to the balcony exit behind him. With all the candles put on the table, his face looks nearly fully illuminated, but the shadow covering his eyes is still there regardless.
“Yes, pet?” Suguru responds, his hands cupping his face as he looks at you.
“I…” You start, your thumbs caressing one another underneath the long white tablecloth. “Just wanted to thank you… that’s all.”
Suguru chuckles at that. No. Not a chuckle per se. Some sound unknown to you, or perhaps the identity of such was forgotten by you after so many years of being here kneeling at his feet on the floor like a trained mutt.
Speak.
I’m sorry, Master Geto.
Make it more desperate so I know you won’t make false vows unbefitting of my precious varmint. I’ll even help you. What happens when a dog attempts to hurt its owner?
“Don’t worry about it, [First] dear. You deserve a dinner such as this, for you deserve to celebrate too.” He has never said your name other than when he is displeased with you, so him doing such makes you wince. Suguru takes another sip of his sake, not paying much mind to your innate actions.
They get hit back, Master Geto.
Then what will happen to them next time, if they do it again?
Something will break.
“You look quite divine tonight,” He says, using his knife to split his remaining steak into quarters. He stabs one of the pieces with his fork and chews on it without making much noise.
“Uh…”
“Everything about you is quite beautiful… I can see you becoming my wife one day after all of this is over. That is, if you continue to be so cute and defenseless, it’s your place after all.”
What kind of thing? Speak up.
Anything. A bone… Something they like… Their spirit…
Correct… and what is that thing covering your hand?
“You’re not really eating, dearest… Is something the matter?” He asks. You find yourself questioning if Suguru's concern is genuine. After all, he has faked empathy towards you before, so this wouldn't be the first time.
“No, no… It’s good.” In order to avoid his anger, you proceed to fill your mouth with sake and sesame rice. This amuses him. Does he find your desperation endearing? That would be in character for him, now that you think about it.
A cast, Master Geto.
And what did you do to earn such a thing?
You… broke my hand, after I tried to use the pieces of that broken bedroom window to stab you.
“I’m happy you’re enjoying it.” He grins, leaning in closer. “I have an offer for you. How about we go outside for a walk after this? It has been quite some time since you have seen the full moon, hasn’t it?”
Finally, you can envision a vast expanse of twinkling stars right before your eyes. In the realm of dreams, they reside so near, immune to fading or descending. But you ponder if reality holds the same allure. It has been an eternity since you were last allowed to venture outdoors. Oh, how you yearn for a glimpse of the sky once more.
Tell me, do you think you earned such a thing?
…Yes.
Good. It seems you’re learning.
But the temptation stopped as fast as it came. Dread replaces it in an instant.
This man isn’t Suguru. You know that much for certain. With every hell he has put you through, you have come to know him and his mannerisms. Those mannerisms are nothing like this man. The thought scares you. Is this man a curse, the same kind Suguru uses against you after every escape attempt? Or is he just a normal man who is acting like him as a placeholder of some sort?
Where… is Suguru?
“...Why are there stitches on your forehead?”
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
| 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 |
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞.
*I was just kinda writing as I went with no particular plot just a vague idea so sorry if it’s just random and thrown together* 😅
You hiss as the burning liquid cascades down your throat. What was that? -the third, fourth, maybe tenth drink of the night? Too many to count. But it’s not like anybody’s paying attention anyway.
Or so you think.
“Perhaps you should turn in for the night, darling.” A smooth voice whispers in your ear.
You flinch and look up to see a familiar pair of concerned, green eyes staring back at you. You roll your eyes and take another sip from your drink.
“I… don’t.. need to.. Loki.” Your words are slow and slurred and at this point you’re way past being simply a little tipsy.
“I…disagree.” He says slowly, mocking you as he reaches down in an attempt to take your drink from your hands. Your reaction time is slowed but you manage to dodge him.
“Just go.. away, Loki. I’m-a fine.” You push him away from you but he doesn’t budge.
“Well, ‘a fine’ tells me otherwise. You can’t even form a sentence properly.” He argues.
He was seriously starting to get on your nerves now. You’ve dedicated this night to being able to drink away your sorrows, and seeing as you can’t do it any other day, a party is a perfect excuse to numb yourself. And now he’s screwing it up.
“Why even do you care now?!” You shout, words evidently coming out in no particular order.
Loki is taken aback by your sudden, public, outburst. “Darling I’m afraid I do not understan-”
“You’ve basically ignored me all this night and the past couple weeks! And you care suddenly how much I’m drinking?” You voice cracks on the last word and tears form in your eyes.
Lokis eyes soften as he realises what this is really about. He’s been distant lately due to things on Asgard. None of this has been your fault but clearly you’ve been bearing the guilt. How could he have missed this.
“Oh my love.” Loki says gently as he reaches for you, holding you closely in his arms. You whimper and you want to resist but you know you can’t. You’re too weak and this is all you’ve needed. How could you deny it.
Suddenly the room and people around you disappear as Loki teleports you to his own room. He leads you to his bed, sitting you down as he kneels in front of you.
“Y/n, my dear. I’m so sorry that I’ve haven’t been here for you lately. I love you so much and it pains me that I’ve been hurting you without realising it.” His tone is genuine and you can see the desperation in his eyes.
“And I know it’s more than that and you’ve been hurting but darling, trust me, drinking excessively like that is not the answer. I don’t want you falling back to that dark place again.” He has a sense of urgency that you’ve never seen in him before. “Do you understand me, dove?”
You allow the tears to fall freely and you nod your head repeatedly. “Y-yes i understand I’m so sorry Loki.” You throws yourself into his arms and he embraces you effortlessly.
“It’s not your fault, kærasta.” He says, sneaking in your favourite term of endearment he uses for you.
You sniffle against his shoulders and he allows you to remain silent in his arms as you cry, clinging on to him tightly.
After what feels like hours, he makes sure you’ve had plenty of water before holding you as you fall into a peaceful slumber.
“sov godt min elskede.” You hear Loki say before sleep pulls you in.
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#loki#loki x reader#loki fanfic#marvel#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki oneshot#loki laufesyon x reader#loki x reader fluff#loki angst
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hii !! do you have fics where one of them thinks they’ve been dating all this time and don’t realize they actually haven’t until the other confess their feelings?? 👀
Hi, anon...I like to call these kinds of fics stealth dating lol. So here are some stealth dating fics for you!
and i don't care it's obvious by @alwaysxlarrie
However, his issue was that no one had ever created a guide that one could follow in regards to what to do or how to feel when your crush was your sister's best friend. Harry would like someone to please come up with a book dedicated to said guidelines because as it was, he was absolutely winging it and hoping for the best.
my prompt was: 316 "the yearning for the world to stop turning and the perfect summer afternoon to last forever." (i changed afternoon to week).
You can remain unaware (if you want) by harryanthus
And Harry smiled revealing a dimple on his milky cheeks and Louis was helplessly endeared by the little boy, he never thought anyone could be more precious than him.
And it never ever changed.
or the au where soul marks get coloured when they realise they’re in love with their soul mate and Harry has a coloured soul mark, Louis doesn’t.
Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows
It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.
Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.
Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.
He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.
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- YOU’RE MINE -
Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.
Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) mentions of pregnancy, love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!
Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)
INDEX
Chapter 27 - ‘You’re Mine’
“You want to come inside with me, baby? Because I’m really thinking you should.” Trent whispered greedily into your ear as your hands worked over his body. At this point you were practically grinding your body on him, his hands were all over you. Your innocent lay at a hang out with your friends in the back garden was starting to heat up. Unbeknownst to you the two girls Marcel had invited had been listening to your whole conversation start to finish, watching the interaction, since you strutted over from the pool to Trent currently kneading your ass with his big hands. The girls were over in an outdoor bar area close by and really there’s no better word to describe what they were doing other than fangirling over the pair of you. Since your ‘expose’ girls alike that followed or knew of Trent seemed to have a small obsession over you. The fact that the girls ended up in your back garden watching you first hand was just surreal to them.
“I’m actually obsessed with them, I’m shook we are here right now…” one girl quietly squealed to the other squeezing her arm trying to be nonchalant. To their benefit, in moments like this, you and Trent were in your own world. You had no concept that anyone else even existed. “He’s so fucking hot, I would do anything for him.” She continued whining and dreaming his hands were on her instead. Marcel had invited the two girls although one he knew better than the other. The lesser known clearly was a little more infatuated with Trent then he’d care for.
“I still can’t decide who I want to be in the relationship, to be fair.” The other confessed giggling as they tried to listen closer to your conversation watching Trent’s hands massage your bikini clad body while you kissed his bare chest. Hearing you talk about your lives had the girls torn between if seeing and listening to you on top of Trent was making them horny or if the whole thing was incredibly sappy and endearing, breaking their hearts wishing they had that type of love. The one Marcel knew better was leaning towards envy. When he eventually walked over to the girls to ask what they were up to they wouldn’t divert their attention away and just yessed his question, he followed their line of sight to see that they were gawking at you. He rolled his eyes unamused but not particularly surprised either. Whenever you and Trent hosted parties or hang outs you always allowed him to invite whoever he wanted, you trusted him and his friends but it wasn’t all that uncommon if he didn’t know them as well for them to be a little more than excited to be at a particular Alexander-Arnold’s home. He disregarded the ogling and wrapped his arms around the two girls before grabbing another drink for the three of them. As time passed you eventually peeled yourself off of Trent with the intention of meeting him back inside per his cheeky request. You scurried over to the bar area where they were first in hope of finding your currently missing phone.
“Marccce! I haven’t seen you all night where have you been?” You cooed, squeezing his shoulder, waking by him, eyes scanning the counters for your phone. You could’ve left it out but lately it started to make you more self conscious about what people could do with it so you began to search before your rendezvous with Trent inside.
“Been busy avoiding you.” He laughed a little, coming to give you a hug from behind while you still sought your phone out. You shook him off feigning annoyance. The two girls watched the interaction with eyes wide deducing the close relationship you two shared.
“Just rude all the time… I hope you’re at least being nicer to your guests.” You laughed back at him taking your first glance at the two younger girls standing beside him. One in a tiny bikini the other in a little cover up. Cute, you thought. “Have you seen my phone?” You asked him sliding your hand along the bar in hopes you’d miraculously graze over it.
“Nah, sorry… but by the way Y/N this is…” Marcel went on to introduce you to the two girls who were there now looking at you as if you were a celebrity. Both their faces nearly dropped, jaws slacked staring at you before their faces turned to show big gleaming smiles.
“I literally follow you on insta I’m so obsessed with you and Trent. You two are literal goals. You're both so hot… it’s insane.” One girl eagerly blurted out. Marcel looked less than impressed but he just ignored her. Your eyes widened as well surprised by the straightforward compliment. You weren’t sure you’d even call it a compliment but nevertheless. It was a little bold but fine, you were flattered. The other girl that stood slightly closer to Marcel spoke a little quieter, thanking you for having her at your home. It was clear fairly quickly that these two girls had very different personalities. One brave and outgoing, the over more timid and sheepish.
“Really… she and, most definitely, Trent are not that great. Don’t be too excited.” Marcel quipped with a laugh wrapping his arm around the more shy girl pulling her closer to him. Internally you furrowed your brow trying to deduce the situation between the three. You tried to recall his comments at dinner but were lacking so you attempted to try and read their body language for clues.
“Oh wow well that’s nice of you… all you.” You winked at Marcel. You were genuinely referring to the one girl's appreciation for your hospitality and sarcastically to Marcel all at the same time. You finally spotted your phone and grabbed it off the counter and squeezed Marcel’s arm glancing at the girls “Nice meeting you both! Hope you have a fun night! If you need anything just ask me! Marce isn’t exactly the most helpful.” You said as your voice tailed off walking away from them. You made your way through your back garden before you spotted George and beelined over to him. He started to shake his head as you came over.
“He’s inside already…” George spoke to you before you even got within arms distance. You gave him a big smile and swirled on your heel to turn around. You skipped towards the house in your little bikini excitedly. You slid open the big glass door and stepped into the warmly lit house. It was relatively quiet inside compared to the blasting music outside. You walked into the kitchen and looked around only for no Trent to be seen.
“T…” you cooed quietly as you skirted down the hallway slow peaking your head into every room. There was no response. You continued down the hall in your search. You peeked into the pantry, you looked into the laundry room, then you started to feel a little discouraged with your luck. That feeling began to disappear quickly though when you opened the door to a study, it was kind of like an office that neither of you really ever used but there leaned back on the desk was a very, very pretty Liverpudlian boy. The two of you definitely were going to put the room to use now.
“Took you long enough.” Trent cooed, coming to stand up straighter taking a step towards you with a big smile.
“Well, why did you have to go so far away!” You giggled stepping into his embrace as he spun you around, his hands dropping around your waist. Your hands coming to wrap around his neck as your nails scratched gently on his skin.
“Because, baby, I want you to be loud for me.” He whispered pulling you into a hot kiss. You felt your body shiver at his words, the warmth of his breath so close to your skin. You moaned as his hands slid down to grip your ass. He slapped it harshly as he slid his tongue in your mouth when you gasped. He picked you up from under your ass and placed you on the desk gently but forcefully. He stood between your legs spreading them apart with his looking down at you. His hands were just everywhere on you in an instant. He teased your nipples through your bikini, then suddenly your top hit the floor, your tits spilling out into the cold air. He was so nimble you couldn’t focus and he just couldn’t get enough of you. “Look so fucking beautiful like this.” He moaned as he rolled your hard nipples between two of his fingers. Swiftly he let go and grabbed your chin with his hand. “Gonna be a good girl f’me?” He cooed with a sinister smile. You just nodded, returning a similar grin. His hand slid down your front into your bikini bottoms.
“I’m so wet already, T…” you whined as you felt his fingers run through your folds. He gathered your slick before he began rubbing soft circles on your clit. Your whole body trembled in shock at how quick and rough he moved. You were desperate for him already.
“You’re horny baby aren’t you?” He asked pulling you a little closer to the edge of the desk towards himself as his fingers worked meticulously. “You’re fucking soaked, hmm? You’re so good f’me aren’t you, baby?” He whispered closer to you as his lips started to kiss on your neck leaving behind bite marks. He groaned when your hand slipped to palm his cock. You both were grinding into each other's hands. You nodded eagerly at him with a pout.
“I need you, T. Please, baby. I want your cock.” You moaned out when his fingers slipped inside you and began to work in and out of you at an inhumane pace.
“Nah, nah, nah baby. I want to hear you, pretty girl. I want to hear you make a mess all over my fingers first.” He cooed as he found a perfect rhythm. It was fast and hard. You were so close to your climax. You clawed at his back needing to feel him as you collapsed your head onto his shoulder, your mouth sucking ferociously on his neck, no doubt leaving behind a trail of evidence from your lips.
"Please let me cum, T, I need to cum" you cried with no shame, you needed to release. You couldn’t handle his teasing. The knot in your stomach was about to snap. You couldn’t maintain any composure if you wanted to.
"Cum all over my fingers" Trent said assertively coming to kiss your mouth as his fingers continued to plunge into your throbbing pussy, his thumb circling your clit. He continued at the fast pace leaving no time for you to tell him your high was about to crash over you. You moaned his name as you came before Trent’s hand slowed pulling out. His drenched hand slid up to push into your mouth. You desperately sucked around his fingers moaning. “Good girl. Tell me you’re a good girl.” He cooed watching you suck and shudder, your chest heaving.
“Fffuck.. fuck, T. Jesus.” You breathed so heavily. “I’m your good girl. I’m yours baby.” You felt hazy as Trent began to pump his cock with his other hand. He was so achingly hard for you. He squeezed his base as he dragged his leaking tip against you.He looked down at you with a devious smile. You nodded enthusiastically, “Please, baby.” You whined, begging. You bucked your hips before Trent grabbed them pulling you into him as he slid his thick cock inside you. You both let out pornographic noises feeling the other. He felt fucking perfect.
“You're so fucking perfect. You take my cock so well, baby.” He murmured as he sucked on your neck. He pulled out slowly before slamming back into you. You purred as he started to fuck into your pussy faster. He brought his hand down to massage your already sensitive clit. “Fuck baby. Needed you all night. Think you needed me to. Listen to how wet you are?” He groaned at the sound of your soaked pussy squelching as he rammed in and out.
“Uh huh, fuck T. You’re so big. Oh my god.” He lifted your leg over his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot that he knew would send you into a frenzy. Your body was jerking into his as he hit that spot over and over and over. You babbled, unable to focus on anything other than how massive he felt at this angle, hell, how massive he felt all the time. “l love you, baby.” You practically started crying as you hooked your arms around his neck.
“Watch, baby.” He pulled his body off yours some. He groaned, looking down at the sight he wanted you to see. “Watch it go in.” The view of his cock perfectly sliding in and out of you covered in slick had you practically orgasm instantaneously. He was obsessed with the way you’d arch your back in pleasure beneath him. His hand sliding around your body to hold the small of your back as he continued to fuck you. You moaned uncontrollably as hips stuttered when you clenched tighter around him. “Fuck, gonna fill you up, baby. You gonna cum for me again, beautiful?” You couldn’t answer the question too lost in the feeling before he let your leg drop, wrapping it around his waist as he laid his heavy weight onto you.
“Tell me you love me, T.” Tears started rolling down your cheeks as his hip movements slowed and a smug grin came over his face. He rocked into you softer before his fingers came and began to rub your clit in tight, fast circles again. He relished in getting you into a state like this,
“I fucking love you Y/N, I fucking love you baby.” He said punctuated by thrusts. Your arms gripped him tighter. “Hold onto me, just like that. Take my cock just like that.” You were dripping down your legs and all over him at this point. And with that realization, just like that, your walls pulsated around him creating an even stickier mess “Cum on my cock, baby. Just let go for me” he whispered almost out of breath as you tried to wrap your legs tighter around him. You nodded as you high crashed over you, fucking you deeper than before. You came and he didn’t let up, your thighs twitching with overstimulation. “Doing so good f’me. Almost there.” He cooed, gripping your waist harshly. His hands were bound to leave bruises, your nails dragged down his back.
“Fuck, fuck!” you moaned, digging your manicured nails into his skin further. “Please, T. Please, fill me up! I need it, I need your cum in me!” You whined when his hand let go of you and move to grab onto some of your hair. He pulled it and you back harshly so he had full access to your bare chest and neck. He dragged his lips from you collar bone up your throat. He pushed into you deeper one last time before painting your insides white. You cried out, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he moaned. Thick, hot ropes of cum spilled into you.
“Jesus, baby… fuck, that was so good. You feel so good.” He fumbled his words as he let out contrived breaths holding you to him. You stayed close to him, your sticky bodies stuck together as you whispered ‘I love yous’ into his ear, your hand lightly raking up his spine after his movements halted. You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. Your legs went limp, falling from his waist. You probably should have gone and showered after that but instead you cleaned yourselves up slowly and returned outside with smug smiling faces. You held his hand walking back out and you gazed up mesmerized by that million-dollar smirk plastered onto his unfairly pretty face. You think you fell in love a little more in that moment as the moon and fairy lights cast over him. He gave you a cheeky wink before diving back into a conversation with friends casually like nothing just happened inside. You could only stand there with a child like grin clung to him, internally still recovering from your earth shattering orgasms.
The night started to fade closer into morning when the last person you didn’t really know all that well finally got an Uber and left so you felt like you could relax. It was a really fun rest of the night but now things had returned to normal. George was slumped on your couch watching TV with Trent and two other boys, where they were meant to be. Tyler being his usual helpful self was with you picking up a few things outside. You made your way back inside and saw your pretty boy still shirtless sitting on the couch. You beamed seeing him look so comfortable and so goddamn handsome. Tyler hopped over the back of the couch to sit near George but you opted to be slightly more graceful and walk around the room to them. You circled the couch and stood in front of Trent blocking his view, still dressed in your tiny bikini and a sly grin. He looked up at you with amusement. He definitely wasn’t complaining about your scantily clad body in the way of whatever was on the tv, he couldn’t even remember what it was once you were there.
“Yes?” He laughed some at you reaching his hand out to try to wrap his hands around your waist. You stepped back sucking your teeth. He looked back a little surprised and a furrowed brow that you weren’t letting him touch you.
“Youuuu are coming with me.” You sang, switching your facial expression to a big grin. You grabbed his hand and pulled him up out of his seat. He stood up and allowed you to drag him across and out of the living room. Everyone else in the room whistled and ‘OOooOoooOo’ teasing and just being the usual and general pain in the asses they were making fun knowing exactly what you wanted Trent upstairs in your bedroom for. Trent shook his head with a smile feigning annoyance at his friends and brother’s razzing him.
“Night lads!” Trent said, waving his hand over his head refusing to turn around to look back at them. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him for you to lean your head onto his shoulder.
“Wrap before you tap please!” Tyler yelled jokingly or probably seriously while the rest of the boy’s cacophony of laughter echoed in the big room. Trent leaned over to you to whisper in your ear.
“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ hushly in your ear. You slapped your hand at his chest lightly and jokingly. “Oh I’m sorry, pretty girl, have you suddenly changed your opinion on creating what’s going to be arguably the most perfect baby ever? Or hmm… I don’t know the past two years of unprotected sex? Which one is it, baby?” He started to giggle, poking fun at you.
“Oh shut up, T!” You squealed, breaking out of his embrace and running up the stairs. You ran into your bedroom and had never gotten ready for sleep faster, makeup off, face washed, teeth brushed, hair care done, and well… you decided it would be best to wear a skimpy black Fleur du Mal lace bodysuit you’d been saving and tuck yourself immediately under the covers. Trent made his way to the bathroom after you and by the time he came out you had changed and tucked into bed to be a little surprise for him to ultimately unwrap. When he walked over to the bed he was a little suspicious seeing how smug your face was laying waiting for him. He peeled back the blankets to get in and his jaw dropped.
“Baby… baby… baby… what am I going to do with a girl like you, honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten into this bed without getting rock hard. What are you doing to me?” He groaned, shaking his head. He ripped the blankets back more to get a full view of you. “Jesus Christ.” He muttered. He climbed over you and hovered before he started kissing every inch of you, every single inch. He kissed over your whole body. Slow, dedicated, but also almost harsh. He left behind little signs of him, shiny spots caused by his warm spit. “You are the most beautiful women in the world, Y/N. I don’t understand how I got so lucky.” You giggled and pulled him up for a big wet messy kiss. He rolled you over on top of him and he wiggled some to sit back against the headboard. You straddled him before he asked you to sit back some. He leaned you back holding onto your waist. “Just let me look at you.” He groaned at the view. You sank down further on him letting him feel your lace covered core over his leg. His hands were all over you, yours all over him. Your lips came crashing together but moved slow and sensually. You nibbled on his plump perfect lips. He moaned into your mouth, while you slipped your tongue in. Heavily breathing in between every kiss. You leaned away for a moment with a big smile. Trent and your eyes still closed, mouths still parted, dying for more, a string of saliva connecting you two but giggles took over you. “Let me keep kissing you, baby.” He begged not wanting to stop.
“I like kissing you, baby but I wanna look at you. Makes me excited seeing you under me.” You giggled in a lighthearted moment giddy and a little buzzed to see his beautiful face beneath you, his perfect lips flushed and swollen. The room had gotten hotter, your core was aching. Your wet pussy was grinding slow on his strong thigh at this point.
“I know, pretty girl and I can feel how excited you are on my leg right now so just let me make you feel good.” He said getting restless as his hand started to slide to reach between your covered folds. You squirmed away a little. Suddenly your body and your mind were not in sync. You wanted to fuck him. There’s no doubt about wanting to fuck him but you were paralyzed for a second feeling self consciousness wash over you about the rise of media attention on you. You shook your head ‘no’ with a guilty but silly grin. He returned a smug smile gesturing to the wet spot of your slick that was now beneath you on him.
“Stop! I can’t help it! Look at you!” You gestured at his body.
“Baby. I fucking think about you, and this…” he then gestured to your body mimicking your movement, “and this pussy probably 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.” He laughed a little.
“T! Hey! That’s mean, I’m cute and funny… and I don’t know have other attributes… other things too...” You actually weren’t offended, you loved to know that he found you that attractive but it was fun to tease.
“Baby, I know. You’re so amazing and so amazing at so many things. You just also happen to be incredibly attractive and very very good in bed so I’m sorry but I’m not not going to think about all of it if I’m the lucky lad that gets to have you in my bed for the rest of my life.” You smiled softly because even though it sounded image based, it really wasn’t. It was really adorable and just made you feel amazing to hear. You felt so special he thought you were beautiful but it plagued you thinking of the headlines that’d been popping up as of late.
“Baby…” you cooed and he hummed eager to have you. “Erm… can I ask you something?” You spoke quietier as Trent’s eyes were glued to your body. “T…” you paused picking his chin up with your hand to look at your face and not your tits. “Do you care what everyone thinks about me?” You sheepishly asked.
“What? What do you mean? I would never care.” He said, his words were fast and rushed. You didn’t feel very good about them. Your idea to be extra sexy tonight had kind of backfired on you. You now felt like nothing like that. You had gotten more self conscious somehow. You sighed and rolled off him.
“Nah, nah, nah, beautiful. Alright, what’s going on here?” I don’t like when you’re upset ever and definitely not if you’re in something like this. Did I do something?” He pulled at the strap of your lingerie with a little pout. Trent hated when your face dropped. When the light and warmth behind your eyes faltered. He preferred to be the one to make everything a little brighter in your life and he was determined to fix it when it faded.
“No, of course not. It’s never you, baby. I just mean…” you sighed. “Just like all the articles about me, my life, my intentions, I don’t know.” You whispered shyly. He pulled you close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. He giggled and you weren’t sure why so you pulled away some to look up and see his face. Your eyes fixed on the most gorgeous smile in the world.
“Baby, no. I know you, they don’t. Hmm?” He cooed, coming to press a kiss to your lips now. “I love you. I love you and know you by your words and your actions. I love you not because of what someone types up and what someone typed up would never change that, sweet girl.” He spoke softly and he looked at you with more love than you've ever seen in your life. The ways his eyes filled with warmth had your heart faltering. You weren’t sure you knew what air even was anymore until he breathed life back into you with a kiss. You started to giggle giddy that the man whose arms you were in, whose bed you shared, whose home you had made with, whose life you wanted to spend the rest of yours with, loved you.
“Okay.” You managed to get out through your massive beaming smile. “You can go to sleep now” you continued giggling pulling him into the tightest hug you’d ever given someone. Squishing your cheek against his bare skin. You just about squished that boy to death. He grunted under your grip.
“Thank you for your permission but you’re insane if you think I’m letting you go to sleep next to me in this.” He looked down at your perfectly sat boobs pressed up against him. He pulled you in for a big kiss. A messy makeout ensued. You fell asleep a few rounds and orgasms later on Trent’s chest dreaming that maybe this time or sometime soon it would result in having a baby. Trent watched you as your eyes gently closed, your lips in a perfect pout, the lingerie tossed on the floor. You clung to him safe and happy. He adored you just like this.
You woke up the next morning alone in bed. You pulled Trent’s pillow over to you and pouted like a little kid. His scent made you calm but you missed him. You forget he had told you he was doing an early workout today but even when you did remember you still kept your pout missing and wishing he was cuddled up with you this morning. You got your morning started and headed downstairs in a t-shirt of his. You slowly walked to the kitchen, eyes half closed. You walked past the stairs going to the basement where Trent was in the gym. You could hear the vibrations of the speakers; it made you smile imagining him working out. God, he was hot, just even thinking of him had you almost drooling. The kitchen was scattered with cups which bothered you, you knew the boys who stayed up after you had gone to bed had remade a mess you had already cleaned up last night. Moments like this made you think of university sometimes like just a bunch of friends were living together except the thought burst the feeling of nostalgia when they all left you in a mess like right now. At the end of the day this was your home, not some university apartment. Your home with beautiful furniture and now subsequently ubiquitous icky boys. You loved them but ugh… so you cleaned before you started to make a coffee and preemptively the protein shake Trent would come up and want.
“Erm… hi, I’m sorry.” You heard a meek voice round the corner into the kitchen. You practically jumped it scared you despite her being incredibly soft spoken.
“Oh shit!” You laughed as you pressed your hand over your now very fast beating heart. “Sorry, sorry hi! Morning!” You said with a cheery smile looking at one of the girls Marcel had invited over who seemingly had spent the night.
“I’m so sorry!” The quieter of the two girls giggled too. “I don’t mean to bother you but I’m so hungover do you think I could get a water?” she asked shyly. You handed her a water immediately. She seemed so introverted you almost felt bad asking but you couldn’t not get some information out of her initially with the incentive to tease Marcel.
“It’s Gracie, right?” You looked at her standing awkwardly in a shirt of his. She nodded her head with a timid smile. “Did you have a good night?” She kept her voice low and told you she did but something told you that it maybe wasn’t the whole truth. As you said her name and looked at her standing in your kitchen something pinged in your head. Her name, her face, you started to remember a lunch you had with Marcel one time where you think he had mentioned this girl. You asked if she wanted to sit with you in a little area off the kitchen and she said she would so you started to prod her with questions more intrigued by her and not so much the intent of teasing him anymore.
“So how do you know Marce?” You asked sweetly with a smile. She stirred in her seat taking a sip of water first before a familiar Liverpool accent began to accentuate words.
“I grew up with them.” She giggled. “We all went to school together for a little. We were really close and then I guess… drifted, I don’t know.” She shrugged and looked out the window.
“I get it, I feel it’s just like that when you’re close with boys growing up.” You tried to make her feel better but didn’t really know her situation and it felt like there was more to this story. You were praying it stayed connected to Marcel only and didn’t involve Trent. You didn’t think the current headache you had from last night could handle something like that right now.
“Yeah, well once I got tits things kind of shifted so I’m around a lot more now…” you were relieved when she laughed after making the comment. Marcel was really sweet deep down so you were continuing in prayer hoping he didn’t do anything mean to this girl.
“So you guys…” you paused waiting to let her fill in the blank for you.
“Oh well yeah, I mean we have. We do. I don’t know, we’re close friends but..” The thought of Lauren came ringing in your mind and you felt a little guilty but Gracie assured you her relationship with Marcel was a pretty relaxed one so it subsided. “Anyways I came last night because I wanted to see him but he also invited my friend so I figured whatever” she shrugged again. “I just wanted to be with him and if that meant she’d be in the bed too I guess that’s just how my night was going to go.” She giggled some more. For someone who had such a shy demeanor she clearly was down to mess around and you kind of loved it.
“I get it. I don’t blame you.” You held your hands up in innocence and giggled with her before reaching out to squeeze her arm to reassure her.
“It wasn’t pre planned or anything!” She tried to unnecessarily defend herself for the threesome she was explaining she had last night.
“Do you, Gracie, I’m here for it” you couldn’t not laugh. “If you do like him though you should tell him. You know… maybe so it can just be the two of you next time. He really is sweet, probably go better than you’d think” She gave you an ‘I know’ look and you both giggled before being interrupted by the sound of feet running up a staircase.
Trent came up from the gym. He looked as you would expect, absolutely jaw dropping. The sweat still rolling down his chest and abs. His shorts hung low showing a deep v. You sat facing the back garden when he snuck up behind you. He wrapped his arms around you tight pressing his sweaty body to your currently dry one.
“Ew, T!” You squealed as he pressed a fat wet kiss to your cheek. Gracie sat there and smiled at his sweet affection before you peeled a clingy, perspiring Trent off you.
“You alright?” Trent cooed looking at Gracie. You could tell he recognized her but wasn’t totally sure so he didn’t really say much else. She told him she was all good, nodding. He then leaned his head on your shoulder. “Can I get you some breakfast, pretty girl?” You smiled and shook your head ‘no.’ “Can I get you to come take a shower with me maybe then?” You giggled at his follow up as he squeezed your waist.
“Yes to the shower, no to the breakfast, baby but I did already make yours though.” You looked up at him with doe eyes. He smiled mouthing a thank you and walked to the kitchen to go get the protein shake you had made.
“Is he always like that?” Gracie watched Trent’s muscular back round the corner to go get his breakfast.
“Like what?” You giggled watching the same sight completely enamored with the boy.
“That. The whole making breakfast, offering you to go shower with him, the kisses.” She said, “I don’t know, perfect?” You smiled widely thinking of a few things she was missing from her list of what made him so great but you agreed, he was perfect.
“Yeah, T’s always like that, I guess. He just is…” you paused and smiled and watched him walk back into the room and sit next to you. “He’s just T.” You smiled at him before kissing his cheek. Gracie rolled her lips. She was starting to realize that what she had was not what she was looking for. She wanted someone to be just themselves. A version of themselves that was perfect just for her.
You woke up the next day and you couldn’t not think about Gracie and Marcel. It was playing on your mind on repeat trying to put together all the facts as Trent cuddled closer to you. He snuggled on top of you laying across your stomach. He wrapped his arms around your waist nuzzling his face onto your soft skin. Sadly for you, preseason was fast approaching. It was making you sick… as a matter of fact everything was making you feel sick this second. As Trent muffled ‘I love yous’ into your skin you started to feel queasy.
“T… can you like loosen your grip.” You said with a serious tone. He only squeezed tighter thinking you were kidding. “Trent, serious. I feel really sick.” You peeled his arms off you and sat up against the headboard. He sat up with you and looked at you with furrowed brows concerned.
“Baby…” he cooed quiet. You didn’t respond, dropping your head. He just stared at you trying to analyze what was wrong. You were normally so affectionate even if you were sick. Abruptly you sprung from the bed and ran to the bathroom. “Shit!” He yelped as he followed you hearing your body slap to the cold marble floors before you started to throw up. He came to your side, gathering your hair, holding it back, stroking your back up and down your spine slow. “You’re okay, beautiful. It’s okay, you’re okay.” He hushed you softly. You started balling crying as you sat up wiping your mouth leaning against the wall.
“T…” you whined crying. He tried to ask you what was wrong but the tears just kept falling. You couldn’t get any words out and to be fair you had no idea what was wrong.
“Okay, okay. C’mere. It’s gonna be okay.” He pulled you into him. You collapsed in his arms and his embrace as he stroked your head kissing it softly. “Love you so much, gonna be just fine.” He tried to assure you but something felt incredibly off. You laid around the house the rest of the day doing nothing curled in a ball on the couch. Despite his best efforts, not even Trent’s bribes for food, the dogs, shopping, cuddles would get you to move. When it approached day two of you being immobile he had passed a level of worry he was comfortable with. Trent was always protective of you but this had gone too far. “Sweet girl, I’m calling someone, something is not right.” He whispered, rubbing your arm. You shook your head unhappy with the suggestion.
“No, please baby I’m fine. I’m just…” you couldn’t finish the sentence because in fact you didn’t understand what was happening. It wasn't until a random advert flashed across the tv featuring a pregnant mother. All the color just about drained from your face. Trent watched it empty out of your full cheeks. He furrowed his brow with eyes fixed on you and turned to the tv to see what could’ve caused it but the advert had changed by that point. At that moment you stopped fighting and you let him call a doctor. Later that day a doctor made a house call and sat next to you on the couch. You cuddled into Trent scared of a possibility he was unaware you were even thinking of.
“I have to ask… are you currently using any method of contraception?” The words hit Trent like a freight train. You felt him wince. You started to cry.
“Hey, hey, nah, none of that. Nothing to be upset over.” Trent whispered to you before explaining your situation to the doctor. He brushed his knuckle over your cheek. Suddenly you felt like you were 15 and having sex was somehow wrong or taboo. You discussed at length with the doctor symptoms and possibilities before they asked to do some blood tests. It wasn’t something you wanted to do but you had to. They took the vials and sent them out with a nurse. The turn around would be a few hours and said they would give you a call. Trent walked the doctor out. The front door closed and you started crying all over again. Trent came back with the dogs jumping on top of you. The affection should’ve made you smile but it didn’t. They really tried their hardest to make you feel better but it wasn’t working.
“Baby…” Trent cooed, almost silent. “I thought you wanted this?” He asked you, reflecting on what the doctor had said and the possibility of being pregnant, completely terrified you’d had a change of heart. You just kept crying as you grabbed his waist holding onto him.
“I do, I do.” You sniffled out. “I’m just scared.” You said between tears. He hushed you before finding something on the tv to watch in an attempt to distract you. You nestled under the blankets and he held you tight as you waited.
“Okay, thank you. Yeah, we’ll be in touch if that happens. Thank you again.” You overheard Trent hang up the phone as he paced in the hallway outside your living room. He walked back in and your stomach dropped. He gave you the type of soft smile you knew wasn’t good. You had shut your eyes in pain trying to think of anything else but at the moment you couldn’t possibly think of anything but the baby you knew wasn’t in your stomach.
“They said it was just premenstrual symptoms, an effect you’re having coming off birth control. It’s going to be okay, baby.” His tone just about shattered your heart. You could feel his sadness and disappointment fill the room. You curled further under the blankets and tried to cover your face with them to muffle the gasps. Your eyes started to well. You cried uncontrollably. If you weren’t so lost in your emotions you’d probably have noticed that Trent had looked pretty close to tears but he would’ve never cried in front of you right now, not now, not like this. Trent jogged over to the couch and swiftly grabbed you holding you tight to him. He hushed you trying to wipe your tears at the pace at which they were falling. “I love you. I love you so much, baby. Shhhh. It’s okay. I love you.” He whispered as your body shook. You felt like you couldn’t swallow, like you couldn’t breathe, like you couldn’t still your heart as it thumped against your chest. It felt like the whole room was collapsing and yet he held you so calmly and securely.
“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” You quivered out squeezing your eyes tighter. You felt like you disappointed him, like you had somehow messed up. Your whole body felt tired and deadened. You two hadn’t even been actively doing much of anything to have the baby yet but this felt like someone had stabbed you in the heart hearing that you weren’t pregnant. “I don’t know why I got my hopes up.” You whispered into his shirt. You felt the soft cotton of it dampen from your tears. His warm hands rubbing you stung. You couldn’t look at him. You failed him. You thought he’d hate you. It was a sudden yet slow burn that you in fact were not on your way to starting a family. For some reason all you could think of was just how perfect you had described and talked about Trent with Gracie and yet here you were being anything but that to him. He was absolutely everything and you couldn’t do this thing for him.
“We’re gonna be fine, pretty girl.” He gave you the same soft broken smile. It was so different from his normal full, toothy, childish grin it almost made you sick. Days began to blur by and you mostly kept to yourself. You didn’t feel like you could tell anyone; not your mum, Tyler, not Lauren, Marcel, your sister, Dianne. In fact, Dianne had called you a few times but you just let them all run to voicemail. You couldn’t face her. Trent tried to cover for you and said you hadn’t been feeling well but Dianne knew you both better than that. Nothing really had happened but you wanted this baby so bad. The dramatic drop from possible to nothing was so jarring.
“So tomorrow… we go again I guess, yeah?” You spoke softly looking into the mirror putting on a moisturizer watching Trent dry off with a towel.
“Yeah, yeah… we go again. It’ll be good but hard. Will miss you so much sweetheart.” Wrapping the towel around his waist. He cooed walking up behind you, his strong arms came around your frame. He squished your body tightly eliciting a giggle from you but your face fell more into a pout just thinking of him not being around for almost two weeks. “Sure you don’t want to stay with my mum?” He asked with a kiss to your temple.
“No, no, I’ll be fine. Don’t want to put her out like that.” You shyly admitted but really you just didn’t want her to catch you crying over a baby you never had and missing your boyfriend who was only gone for his preseason. Your emotions felt so misaligned and so out of control since the doctor's visit.
“Will go by quick.” He lied and nodded before kissing you again. “Got you a little something you know?” He started talking walking out of the ensuite so you followed him back into the room and then into your wardrobe. “Stay there!” His laugh echoed in the room as he gestured for you not to come any closer to him as he rustled around looking for something. “Close your eyes, baby.”
“T…” you whined not particularly in the mood to play any games.
“C’mon. For me please. Close them.” And so you did. You heard him come walk back over to you. “Gimme your hand.” And so you did then feeling his bigger soft hand hold yours and a cold metal drape over your wrist. You squinted your eyes open some. “No peeking! You little cheat.” You smiled with a pout opening your eyes fully now. You looked down and Trent was clasping a dainty diamond gold tennis bracelet onto your wrist. You mouthed a thank you before he pulled you into a tight hug. “So you don’t forget me while I’m gone.” He giggled.
“You’re dumb…” you giggled “not in a million years.” Leaning up to kiss his lips.
You laid in bed that night unable to go to sleep feeling his chest rise and fall under your cheek. You watched the light from outside dance and reflect off your new bracelet that rested over him in silence as your mind raced.
“I got you, baby.” Trent whispered into your hair.
“You’re awake?” You whispered back into the quiet room before placing light kisses all over his bare skin. He hummed in assurance. He rubbed his hands over you and you purred back. Even though you were dreading his departure tomorrow, right now you felt more comfortable than you had in days. His hands slowly ran down your back and cupped your ass.
“It’ll happen.” He muttered in a low voice. You nodded and picked your head up resting your chin on him, your hand stretched out to play with his perfectly plump lips. You pulled at his bottom one before swiping your thumb over it.
“You’re so gorgeous, pretty boy.” You cooed back with a soft smile trying to change the subject, “These are absolutely heavenly.” You said pulling once more on his lip.
“Oh yeah? Good use too.” He cheekily said before he flipped you over and was on top of you. You gasped as he disappeared beneath the covers to in fact put his perfect pout to very good use. It wouldn’t result in a baby by any means but it sure as hell would feel good. An hour and a few orgasms later you were laying back on top of him dragging your foot slowly up his toned leg. The feeling of his soft skin under you was sublime. The sound of his quiet breathes synced with yours as he started to doze off. His smell comforting you into a sleepy haze. And when your eyes fluttered open the next morning suddenly the bed was empty and he was gone leaving you with a new braclet and no baby.
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#1 chaotic duo, change my mind
#dino wanting to take out his friend so that he could get higher in the championship huh 🤨🤨#giving monza feature race vibes 😍#pls i re-watched the part of the yellow flag last night just for the radio message and i couldn’t stop laughing#the way dino just pulls paul’s head into his chest 😭 pls they’re so cute#like this whole dancing part of that lap was great but this should’ve made the cut#also i need a longer clip of this#what happened after 😭😭#they’re so endearing#i don’t wanna think about next year#omg it’s this year already#cant believe it#f3#dino beganovic#paul aron#formula 3#formula three#prema racing#fda
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Talk to me about Ice and Mav's nicknames for each other! You posted something recently where Ice can now call Mav baby in front of people (well Bradley) and its no big deal.
relevant deleted section just for you anon <3
#i know some people don’t like baby as a term of endearment. neither do i. tough shit. ice & mav do.#pete maverick mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#icemav#this is from that scene where mav’s talking about how close they’re getting now that they’re so old#saying it in every possible way except the actual words themselves & now he doesn’t really want to say the words themselves#bc this is pretty great & he doesn’t want anything to change#> cut for space
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Some waves! Cuz I finally bought a shockwave toy to go w my soundwave one! So.. I wanted to draw some art of them to celebrate! Cuz I was happy about that lol… I’ll finally have both my fave boys..!
#transformers#humanformers#shockwave#soundwave#maccadam#wavewave#doodles#I have a starscream too but he’s not where I’m living at currently! it’s the cool g1 movie one w the cape!!#now I just need… a megatron….#*starts disassociating remembering how the only megatron I’ve seen so far that I’ve rlly liked and wanted is masterpiece megatron*#ITS THE EXPRESSION. I JUST! I fucking ADORE that expression on him! I love that so much more then him like frowning#bUT ITS SO EXPENSIVE. ITS RIDICULOUS. I CANNOT POSSIBLY BUY THAT AND NOT FEEL LIKE AN IRRESPONSIBLE IDIOT#I’m gonna need to. the only way I’m going to get that megatron is like. when I get into a relationship w somebody I’ll tell them.#if they want to get married. they have to buy me masterpiece megatron instead of a ring#that’s the only way….#like! Guh… I usually don’t rlly care about the quality or whatever of a toy. like the soundwave and shockwave I bought were both#pretty reasonably priced!#but I just.. the expression on masterpiece megatron is SO GOOD. I love it so much!!!!! I want it so bad! it’s so much more endearing#then other megatrons! but it’s so expensive ;_;#but uh… yeah! either way… here’s some wave art ghgh#also in looking for a shockwave to buy I found the funko shockwave.. and that’s not the one I bought!#but also like… I saw it and I was like… omg.. since shockwave doesn’t have a face for them to mangle#this is actually… kind of cute ghgh#like.. funko shockwave is surprisingly not shit ghgh#but yeah!!! the shockwave I got should get here in a few days I’m excite…
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This is the deepest I can delve into how I view them n their implications through imagery before it bcomes incomprehensibl 😙😙😙😙maybe I’ll do a tiny bit of elaborating in tags idk(this was mostly an excuse to practice drawing dranzas head)
#kirbyliker12png#dark taranza#taranza#Susie haltmann#parallel susie#man there was Barely any info on dark taranza🥸poor guy I miss him(not really)#nyway I have no idea on how da dark mirror works (nobody does really)#I don’t even know what the mirror even DOES#why does he look so similar to magolor soul they can’t just do that#is dtaranza like. taranza if nobody was there 2 help him n if he just turned to a path of loneliness for what he wants#(taranza voice) wow if I wasn’t surrounded by the beauty of nature n friendship I’d probably destroy the world to bring joronia back😋😋#IDK ik it doesn’t make much sense but😏I love taranza having world ending potential#not in terms of ‘I’ll use this EVIL artifact n it’ll use me’ but in’wow dis guy is so op good thing he’s on your side ahaha’#also I reely lauv how her dads demise is entirely suzys fault#the Japanese version specifically says she wanted to ‘make him pay’#so she really did intentionally want him to get a bit hurt#she’s also more emotionally vulnerable in the aftermath instead of going ‘ermmm this wasn’t calculated🤓what a nuisance!’#instead of taranza where it’s more like unlucky Suzy is entirely the problem and she knows it#oh yeah parallel Suzys hm well it’s kinda endearing how she still treasures her dad#even though the Suzys ditched their pin#I don’t think original Suzy has a likeable personality n that she’s aware of it but can’t do anything to change it#AGH it’s l8🥸why do I always post at night anyway#oh man can’t wait for da morning where I find how messy these thoughts are
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I’ve been working on this too long just take it ;0;
#rotg#rise of the guardians#rotg jack frost#rotg pitch black#jack frost#pitch black#rotg fanart#guardians of childhood#ppumpkin art#don’t focus too much on my dialogue skills I’m not too confident in them ;-;#I feel like I need to put my thoughts here SO!#OKAY SO#I love love love pitch and jacks friendship#pitch is like the weird endearing uncle that no one likes to talk to dbndndnd#but the road to becoming friends is super bumpy#jack relates to pitch in the way he sees some of himself in him and relates to his struggle of wanting to be seen#what if Jack spent just a couple more hundred years in isolation? do you think he’ll loose his spark of fun?#gradually become more and more jaded#so he sees pitch and sees what he could have become and after a while (this is probably set a few months or so postmovie#maybe he can be redeemed maybe it’s not hopeless maybe all of this conflict dosent have to be forever! so he goes to see pitch#pitch is desperate for connection but is wrapped in 100 layers of issues and extreme loneliness#most importantly he is PROUD he is ARROGANT so after jack rejects/beats him ofc he’s bitter and that wins in this comic#there is good in pitch but I dont think hes willing to try yet it’ll probably take wacky adventures and some lovely character development#something like that djjdjd anyways these are rambles don’t look at me#also I wanted to finish this by new years you can see how that worked out sknsnssn
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Chance’s loser dad: If the woman you love is arguing with you, just kiss her! That’ll shut her up!
Certified Angel™️ Suzu Orimaki and the cool men of the Orimaki family: If the woman you love is arguing with you, just listen to what she has to say and communicate with her!
#story time with me#jack jeanne#jack jeanne spoilers#willow takes center stage at univeil#chance babe don’t listen to your weirdo dad#nice to know being A+ lover material just runs in the orimaki family genes#it really is so endearing that the reason suzu couldn’t get the kiss scene right was because#he was so viscerally uncomfortable with the idea of the kiss scene happening because of chance doing it mid argument cause it goes against#how he feels and was taught how to treat someone he loves#it’s a running theme in suzu’s route that I love….how much he cares for the people around him#their thoughts and feelings…he is so considerate and wants the people he cares for to be happy and achieve good things#like he himself said…he wants to treat the girl he likes better#and because of that he can’t reconcile the chance who is otherwise so like him with the chance who would kiss sissia is such a way
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Xina/Miguel + casual touch has ME screaming crying throwing up actually.
#like. augh. miguel who’s not. used to being overly physically affectionate holding xina#<- also side note the infamous holding her shoulders from behind pose is soooooooo early 20s miguel in his first love not being sure if it#will be accepted TO ME#xina’s bold and unashamed w her affection but also like shdjfj I bet she used to teasingly poke and prod him in the side#she’ll move him if he’s in the way in the kitchen or some shit#just literally casually lift his arm up to grab something behind him or some shit#I bet she’s a casual affectionate kisser considering she’s also a cuddler in canon#like give him a quick kiss on the shoulder as she leaves cause she’s not going to crane her neck all the way up at the crack of dawn#ALSO. I hc that he used to freeze up awkwardly if she did stuff like. casually tuck his hair behind his ears at first#Miguel doesn’t know how to react w affection he deems as like. fussing. imo. it’s not that he doesn’t like it esp from Xina it’s just.#unfamiliar and it’s one of the times he just kind of instinctively freezes#also lmao to kid Miguel clearly shooting his shot and Xina being endeared by those cringe antics (affectionate)#he’ll hand around her waist thing in public at times sure at home they’ll just cuddle up to one another while marathoning Xina’s fave#twencen flicks#I don’t hmmmmmm haven’t come to a consensus on hand holding for them. they do yeah but more so in private and quiet absentminded moments#not a Lot. but just to be near to one another sometimes#tunes talks 2099#ANYWAYS. I want to write silly romantic drabbles abt them 🥰
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