#and I can be very cranky so 😂
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Beautiful Sounds
Neteyam x Metkayina!Deaf!FReader
Summary: Neteyam finds a way
Warnings: Fluffffffff for daayyys, angst 👀 we are caught up in our feelings, not proof read
A big thank you to @iikatsukii for this idea! I hope you like it, I tried my best 😭😂
Part 2 to this little beauty:
Neteyam thought he could never love anything so much until he met you. Learning your clans ways brought new insights to how the world can be so different but still beautiful. You were an example of that.
Even though you couldn't hear, you learned how to dance with elegance from the vibrations in the sand, he saw the patience you had with children, taking the time to guide them and understand what they needed, sometimes better than their own parents.
What really took his heart was how you found the simple joys of everyday life. The look of bliss on your face when the ocean sprays you with its salty mist, the contempt in your eyes as you looked at your family and friends. The love you expressed through your hands and body when you hugged or kissed him.
He thought you deserved to hear more than anyone, which is why after two months of communicating and deliberation with Norm and Max, they finally made the first set of hearing implants for Na'vi. A beautiful aqua to match your skin tone, and water proof so you could hear underwater as well.
As Neteyam watched from the shoreline as you raced your sister on Ilus, he couldn't help but feel nervous. He's practiced so hard with you and the others with sign language and yet he still continued to mess up sometimes. You never got angry or upset, just flashed your beautiful smile and repeated what he was trying to sign so he could practice again.
He'd especially been practicing for something special to you when the time came right, of course getting past Tonowari and Ronal wouldn't be easy. Taking one last glance at your figure, he turned and headed for the Marui pod that he knew your family resided in.
~.~
Ronal hissed and threw a shell at Neteyam which he ducked out of the way of, "You dare ask me such a question! That demon device will ruin her!" Tonowari just shook his head at his mate, she was nearing the end of her pregnancy and was very cranky.
"It'll help her hear! She can finally here all of you and everything around her!" Neteyam raised his hands in the air, trying to calm the angry pregnant woman. "Ronal, maybe she should give it a chance," Tonowari reasoned, Ronal growling lowly.
"You want to change her? You asked us mere days ago to mate and now you want this!? I pray to Great Mother to have the strength to not bury you alive! Skxawng!"
"No I don't want to change her! I want her to experience things that I know she longs for," Tonowari placed his hand on Ronal's shoulders giving her a look to calm down. Ronal did so, but not happily.
Both turned towards the young man, which he took as a continuation, "I promise, I love everything about her. The way she looks at the horizon with longing, wanting to go there and explore. The way (Y/n) wants to join in on everything everyone is doing but knows she can't hear everything, you may not have seen it, but I can. I hate that she cannot experience the wonderful sounds of the world, but if I could help her make one thing...The thing I know she may long for the most happen, I would crawl through viper thorns to do so, so please, let me try this," he begged at this point, taking a knee before the leaders of the clan.
Glancing at eachother, Tonowari spoke for both, "Very well, if she wants to try it, you have our blessing," Neteyam grinned, thanking them as he ran out the Marui pod to find you.
"You know he would never hurt her, Ronal?" Tonowari smiled at his mate gently, who rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Maybe Eywa will give me strength to not bury you, Tonowari,"
~.~
You huffed air laughing as Neteyam grabbed your hand, dragging you through the trees that surrounded the island.
Tapping his hand, he turned to you so he could watch, 'Where are we going?'
'Somewhere private' he replied, your smile wide as you let him carry on guiding you.
Coming to a beach front, your eyes saw a wonderful sight of a hand weaved blanket on the beach with some delicious fruit you adored. The sun was almost the horizon, the beauitful shades of orange and pink beginning to shine on the clouds and sky.
He led you down and helped sit you on the blanket, his eyes holding nothing but love for you. You returned the gaze, hand caressing his face as he lightly pecked your lips.
"I have something, for you," he gestured, you nodding, eyes staring at his figure so you wouldn't miss anything.
Pulling out a blue box from his hip bag, he opened it to reveal two small, weird looking devices. Your eyebrow furrowed, glancing up at him confused. Was this a forest thing? Why did it look like something sky demons made?
"Oh right, um," Neteyam mumbled to himself, licking his lips as he put the box down, hands moving slowly as he thought each sign out.
"These," points to the box, "help you, hear," he tried to keep it short and to the point. Yet this only confused you more.
"I cannot hear, how can these help me?" Your hands were moving quickly, 'I don't understand-' he took your hands into his, holding them close to his chest to try and regain your attention, your eyes narrowed with unease and confusion.
He let go slowly, his hands moving the same time as his lips, "These go in here," he gestured to your ear, "and when turned on, they let you hear," you slowly nodded, Neteyam picking up the box and holding it to you, the sunset reflecting of your eyes as you nodded to him.
Closing your eyes as you felt his hand gently place the small things in your ears, the other holding your cheek in reassurance.
He pressed on something, a small high pitched noise filled your ears which made your eyes shoot open. You looked around frantically, hands covering your ears and the devices from the shock of hearing something for the first time.
Neteyam placed his hands over yours, holding your head as your eyes turned to him with fear. He breathed in and out, eyes trained on yours as you began to copy him, slowly relaxing.
You both moved your hands, your ears twitching as you heard something else. A soft roaring and crashing sound that made you look to the water, eyes filling with tears as you signed, "waves?" His face lighting up and nodding, taking your hand as he helped you up.
You stared out into the giant mass of blue, the sound of the waves flooding every sense you had. The distant calls of birds and animals soon followed, all overwhelming but yet so majestic in your eyes.
Your hands came to cover your mouth and muffle your sobs as you began to cry. The world sounded different than you had ever thought, it sounded better.
Neteyam wrapped his arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Your shoulders slowly stopped shaking as you gazed up at him.
"(Y/n)" he whispered, your face morphing into one of disbelief. He sounded as gorgeous as he looked.
You tapped his lips, a grin on your face as you turned your body to face him completely now. "You can hear me?" He asked, your smile wide as you nodded. "There's something I want to ask you. I thought I would ask like this, but I want to ask you in your own way," he gently caressed your face as you nodded, feeling a small rush of adrenaline from all the excitement.
You never thought he would go through all this trouble for you, this just showing you how much he truly cared.
He held your hands, giving them a squeeze before taking a step back to see your whole body. Also incase he had to run from rejection.
'You are so beautiful,' he started, your eyes narrowing in curiosity, wondering where he was going with this. You were very flattered though as you shyly shuffled.
'When I look at you, I think of home' he started fumbling a little bit, but you smiled at him which gave him strength to keep going. "I want to spend the rest of my life, with you,'
Your mind suddenly went blank, realizing what he was asking, 'Will you be my mate?' He finished with a shy smile, but you were only staring at him with a blank expression.
A cold shiver ran down his spine, you weren't saying or doing anything. Just starting at him.
"(Y/n)?" He asked softly, taking a step forward to grab your fingers, but you jerked back suddenly, your ears flattened as you turned and ran.
Neteyam could only stare heartbroken as you disappeared from view, the sun now down below the horizon.
~.~
'You did what!?' Tsireya signed, but you didn't see it as you were hiding your face in your hands in shame. Tsireya tapped you, your glossy eyes looking at her disbelief ones. 'You left him without an answer? I thought you loved Neteyam!' 'I do!' You began, teeth gritting together, 'why would he want me?' You sobbed, tears begging to flow passed your waterline, Tsireya looking at you in empathy. 'I cannot hear, I cannot talk well, I only babble like newborn baby,' you began to hiccup, 'He gave me these to help me hear, I wish to talk to him like he can with me, but my voice is ugly,'
Tsireya grabbed your shoulders, her look fierce as she shook her head, "No! Your voice is beautiful and unique!" She knew you didn't take the sky peoples devices out, so you could hear her.
And hear her you would.
"Neteyam begged mother and father for weeks before they agreed! He planned these hearing devices for months. He loves you, all of you!" Tsireya exclaimed, your whimpers making her hug you close. "If you wish to speak to him, we will help you," Tsireya declared, her heart breaking for her older sister.
(Y/n) spent her whole life looking after others, even with the loss of hearing. Tsireya felt a few tears slip through her own eyelashes as she's never seen you this upset before. You were always smiling for everyone, the first one out and the last one in. You never told anyone how you truly felt.
Tsireya promised to Eywa she would make it right.
~.~
You avoided Neteyam for days, diving out of sight when you caught a glimpse of the oldest Sully sibling, your heart filled with guilt. You never meant to hurt him, but how could you face him before you were ready.
The Sully siblings, aside from Neteyam, knew what you were doing and tried their best to help both sides, but they still felt bad for their oldest brother.
Your own siblings helped you morning and night in getting your words more precise and clean, the pronunciation being the hardest as you technically never had to speak Na'vi or English before.
You sat in that beach shore cove Neteyam had brought you to only days prior, your eyes clenched in frustration as you tried again.
"oil ngatee kameee," the simple phrase of 'I see you' fell from your lips as you groaned in your throat. You were never going to get it, they sounded slurred together and it was hard to understand.
Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and tried again, "oel ngati kameie," this time it sounded better, but you really had to think and enunciate with your lips.
Head falling into your hands, you felt a few tears slip out. Why did Neteyam choose you? There are better girls, ones who weren't at a disadvantage like you were.
Standing up, you turned to see Neteyam right behind you.
You gasped inwardly, taking a few steps back. Neteyam only stared at you with a inquiring look, but you could see the hurt in his eyes too.
'I'm sorry,' you signed, looking down so your bohemian knotless braids covered your face. You couldn't face him. 'I'll leave now,' you made to scurry past him when he grabbed your hand, your breath hitching as you were frozen in place.
He carefully walked around to face you, his face looking solem at your stiff body. 'Why?' He questioned, you feeling tears staring to build up. 'Many girls better than me,' you answered, his shocked expression taking you off guard. 'No one is better than you, I only want you, now and forever,' he signed passionately, your tears streaming down your face as you shook your head.
'I sound like a baby, I cannot talk like an adult,' you desperately tried to get him to see, but he only shook his head at you.
'I have never heard your voice, but your quiet huff bring music to my ears. My heart yearns for yours so that they may beat together. Make their own sound, together. As one," Neteyam emphasized, never seeing you look so down heartened as you did right now.
Lo'ak had finally cracked and told him that you'd been practicing your voice and speech so that you could be better. Better for him. When all Neteyam wanted was you. He was so lost these last few days, never seeing you and his thoughts running wild on why you rejected him.
'Please, I stand here with my heart for you. I only want you, (Y/n)," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes closed in pain as he wished you could see yourself how he does.
"Neteyam," you whispered, his eyes shooting open as your lips twitched. "Yes," you said answered, his face changing rapidly between emotions.
"Y-yes? Yes you'll be my mate?!" He exclaimed, his eyes turning glossy as he realized you'd just spoken to him. You laughed and nodded, Neteyam cackling as he picked you up and spun you around.
"She said yes!" He yelled out, both of you now laughing like idiots as he fell back, both of you landing in the sand.
You rolled over, lips connecting with his with urgency as he gave it right back. Both of you in each other's embrace, fitting perfect together like a puzzle.
'I love you,(Y/n)' he signed, eyes filled with adoration cause you to smile back shyly, "I love you, Neteyam,"
Even though Neteyam had given you the blessing of being able to hear, the most beauitful sound you'd ever heard was his voice.
You couldn't wait to listen to it for the rest of your life.
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Can i request a soft dom Fred and mean Dom George (george is the rougher twin you cant change my mind on that 😂)brat taming their wife and it ending in fluff when they find out the reason shes been so cranky with them is cause they’re expecting.
Please 🙏🏽 if not i understand 😊
Okay this was right up my alley and I could not leave this alone! I personally think George would definitely be the meaner Dom without doubt. I hope it’s okay that I switched the ending around a little with them finding out she was pregnant rather than knowing all along 🖤
Warnings: Brat!Wife x Dom!Twins, George is kinda mean, Fred is the soft!dom. Punishments, spanking, pussy spanking, sex, piv sex, aftercare, swearing. Graphic smut, pregnancy, minor vomiting. Polyamory, two husbands. Fluff and playful banter.
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"Say that again," George says lowly, a harsh look in his eyes. His tone is clipped and steady and though his words implore you to repeat yourself, there's no semblance of him asking for you to repeat yourself.
"I. don't. want. it," you reply, eyes filled with mischief as you bite back, though your face is blank and goading.
"Let me get this straight," he says, pinching the little bumped bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "The food you wanted, the meal you requested this morning, you don't want it now? That's what you're telling me?"
Playing this game with George is like winding up a child's toy. You consider your answer very briefly before deciding to keep playing with him. What had been a seemingly normal conversation had quickly turned into a little power play that you we revelling in.
You nod, offering no verbal reply, knowing what it would do to George.
"Use your words Angel," he says, eyes darkening as he threatens you. You simply smile and shrug, eyes fixed upon his as the look on his face turns thunderous.
"That's it," he says, moving to stand and walking over to you menacingly, reaching out to grab the side of your neck with his large hand, gently turning your head upwards until you were forced to look at him. "You want to tell Freddie what a naughty girl you're being or shall I?"
"Fred doesn't scare me," you bite back, the defiant look returning to your eyes.
"I'll be the judge of that princess," a second voice says from behind you, his tone lighter than George's but still menacingly dominating.
You feel him move to stand behind you, hands instantly reaching out for your hips to thrust you backwards until you were pressed against him. His touch is softer than George's but still as deliciously dominant.
"I'd say that calls for at least 5, don't you think Georgie?" He says from behind you, his lips tracing your hair, nuzzling gently until he's ghosting his perfect lips across your ear and don't the side of your neck that George isn't holding.
"I'd say 10, at least mate."
It's almost embarrassing how wet this makes you, the banter between them as they speak about you, as if you're not currently trapped between them. It was no use denying that you'd been slightly... off for the past few days, more than a little cranky and quite honestly rather bratty. Initially they'd let it slide but you could tell you'd really started pushing some buttons now.
"Think this perfect little ass can take it sweetheart?" Fred says quietly, teasingly, his hand moving from your hip towards your clothes bottom that he caresses, getting a handful of the supple flesh.
Your mouth falls open as Fred grips your ass hard and you strain not to make a noise, already enchanted by the game play.
When George's hand moves slightly to gently grip your throat, your eyes fly open until you're staring up at his piercing, ominous eyes.
"Your husband asked you a question Angel," he says with the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Want," you manage to get out, voice meek and quiet as your thoughts race, no longer able to hide your desperation for them to touch you. You were so wet, so aroused, you needed relief- you needed the punishment. You squirm against their holds, first pushing your hips back to run against Fred's growing bulge, knowing better than to try that with George and then by giving him a devastatingly innocent look as you bite your lip, pleading with Georgie to give you what you wanted.
"What was that Angel?" He sneers, grubbing your throat a little harder. "Couldn't hear you over the desperation."
"Please Georgie, need you," you manage to choke out. Truthfully his hand wasn't gripping you that tightly, merely holding you, but the sheer desperation and arousal was making it hard for me you to communicate, your thoughts cloudy. All you could think of was getting off, of their cocks, their fingers, anything that would take away the burning desire you felt.
"Good girl," Fred says from behind you, his crotch making contact with your ass, his obvious erection pressed between your cheeks as he rolls his hips making you gasp.
George lets go of your throat but keeps his hand hovering nearby until he leans down and presses a kiss right to the column of your throat, your head leaning so far back from looking up at him that you were close to resting on Fred's shoulders. The kiss makes your skin burn, electrifying you inside and out.
"Get on the bed, I want you completely naked and bent over for us, think you can do that Angel?" George says in a menacing tone. You go to nod but stop yourself, no longer wanting to prolong the dance.
"Yes Georgie," you say, though it comes out breathless as Fred's hands begin to wander across your body, his hands reaching up to squeeze your braless tits making you release a breathy moan.
"And?" George adds, one eyebrow raised.
"Yes Freddie."
"Bed," Fred says in your ear, dropping his hands from your breasts until he pulls away, patting your bum to move you, ushering you forward.
You don't hesitate and immediately walk to your shared bedroom where you begin peeling off your clothes frantically. Once you're naked, you climb on the bed and get on your hands and knees, ass up in the air just like they like it, just as instructed. You're so wet that you can feel the dampness extending onto your thighs, the exposed skin of your pussy being nipped at by the cold air.
It feels like an eternity waiting for them, naked and splayed out ready for them to take you.
"Fuck, well if this isn't the prettiest sight," Fred says from the doorway and for a second you hesitate moving to look but you decide fuck it, you were being punished anyway. You'll be eternally grateful for what you see when you turn your head, seeing both of your husbands completely naked and waiting for you, cocks hard and their bodies in complete display for your viewing pleasure. You have to bite your lip at the sight, cunt weeping as you fight to stop the little dribble from running down your leg.
George is leaner, slightly thinner and his cock had the most delicious curve that hits every single spot inside you just right. His arms are folded as he stands upright in the doorway, observing you carefully with a resolute expression.
Fred is wider, in every sense. He's bulkier than George and carries the tiniest bit more weight which is an absolutely delicious contrast. He's thicker and perhaps a tiny bit longer than his counterpart and you can't help the strand of drool that falls from your mouth as you look at him, leaning casually against the doorframe.
"Still think she needs punishing mate?" Fred asks George playfully as his eyes wander over your form, focusing between your breasts and your cunt, all exposed to his gaze.
George doesn't reply, at least not verbally as he slowly stalks over to you on the bed. His hand rises and reaches for your chin before smirking at you and turning your head forcefully until you were looking away, back down to the bed, just as he wanted.
You cry out at the sensation when you feel a single finger stroking along your dripping cunt, a featherlight touch that fuels the fire more than provides any relief.
"So wet," George says in a mildly adoring tone, perhaps the nicest compliment you were going to get tonight. His thumb begins stroking lightly over your swollen clit and you cry out, his thumb precisely catching the little hood of your clit- just the spot that drove you insane.
"Ready for your punishment little brat?" George asks, pulling his hand away.
You can't help but whine at the loss of sensation, hips flouncing as you fight to keep his fingers exactly where you needed. Suddenly, you cry out again, this time much louder as his palm lands a smack on your ass for the whine.
"That one was a tester," he warns, rubbing his palm across the newly hit skin. "Five from me, five from Freddie, sound fair little brat?"
"Please, please," you beg, no longer able to think clearly, hardly listening as you fight to keep your gaze fixed to the bed.
"Good girl," Fred cooes, moving to stand to your side. His cock is right there, inches away from your face just begging to be sucked and your mouth waters at the thought.
"Freddie goes first," George explains, moving away until he squats down in front of you, allowing you to look up at him. He places a kiss on your lips, dangerously slow and teasing, as if he's tempting you, spurring you on. He pulls away with a slightly pleased look and smirks. "I want you to count." He then looks up towards Fred and nods, making your cunt throb.
The first strike lands perfectly on your ass cheek, making you cry out. You count, just as George demanded, readying yourself for Fred's next spank. Fred's spanks are always softer than George's, with tender rubs in between. You count to five and breathe a sigh of relief, pleased with yourself that you'd made it through. George kisses your head as he moves to stand, cock bobbing as he switches places with his twin.
"You did so well sweetheart, so well," Fred says, leaning down to press a seductively sweet kiss on your lips that you never want to pull away from. "Just a little more and you can have my cock, okay sweet girl?"
The cry you give out when George's hand makes contact is louder than any you'd ever done, even though his spa king was much, much softer than normal. Most notably because instead of his hand making contact with your ass cheek as expected, it lands straight on your pussy.
You hear a dark chuckle from behind you as he watches you squirm as the impact.
"Thought I was going to make this easy Angel?" He says darkly. "Spread 'em wide."
The next one has you crying out again in sheer ecstasy, the tip of his fingers slightly catching your clit. You look into Fred's eyes as the hit lands and watch as he bites him own lip at the arousal of seeing you in ecstasy.
"Two," you stutter, losing yourself in the sensation.
The next one lands back on your tender ass cheek, the same one Fred had abused only moments before.
"Th-three," you splutter.
"So perfect," Fred coos next to you, "two more little princess."
Every nerve is burning within you, painfully aroused by their torment. The evidence of your arousal drips down your legs and onto the bed and you're entirely powerless to stop it. You need them, need relief so desperately.
"Please," you beg, looking into Fred's eyes and for a second you think you've got him until George lands his fourth blow, fingers landing on your pussy lips. You can almost hear his fingers making contact with your wetness, the sound of wet slapping echoing through the room.
"F-f," you say, taking a breath. "F-f...our."
"One more baby, so beautiful," Fred says encouragingly, his hands reaching out to stroke your forearms that rest on the bed, holding your weight but barely as your limbs begin to shake. Tears are brimming your eyes through the sheer overwhelm of it, something that Freddie notices almost immediately.
When George's hand strikes you one final time, you cry out in both shock and relief, his large hand managing to catch your red bum cheek and your puffy pussy lips all in one go.
You're broken, tears silently falling from your eyes abs body exhausted.
"Colour sweetheart?" Fred says delicately, stroking back your hair.
"Orange," you reply quietly, taking breaths you needed to steady yourself, confirming that you were okay to carry on but didn't want any more punishment.
"You did so well beautiful, such a good girl for us," Fred says delicately but you're not really listening, your attention is focused on the burning need you have to be filled and of his rather silent twin who hadn't given you any praise or instructions yet.
"Let us love you Angel," George says finally, moving beside his brother to look in awe at your tear stricken face. "You look beautiful," he says, his resolve softening as he looks upon your face.
The moment you feel Fred's cock enter you, you feel immediate relief. George's cock sits heavy on your tongue as you begin to such gratefully, trying to prove to him that you could be his good girl after all. The sex is electric, magnificent. It's a complete entanglement of bodies, so much so that you can hardly tell who is who as they manhandle you and bring you to an overwhelming climax over and over.
In the end, you're abundantly satisfied and exhausted, lying between your two loves who look just as broken as you. Fred deals with the aftercare, rubbing some soothing ointment into your sore backside whilst George holds you tightly into his chest, pressing kisses to your hair.
"You ready to eat, Angel?" George asks eventually as he throws on a shirt and his boxers whilst Fred opts to stay nude, always running naturally hot. You cringe slightly at his question, remembering how you got into this in the first place.
"What are we having?" Fred asks, sitting back down onto the bed next to you, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Lasagne," George replies.
Two things happen at once. Immediately you gag hard, throwing your hand up to your mouth to prevent throwing up on your bedroom carpet. You lurch away from Fred desperately, causing him to lose balance and fall off the edge of the bed but you can't stop to apologise as you run into the bathroom and empty your stomach directly into the toilet.
As soon as it had come on, it went. You flushed the toilet, washed your hands and brushed your teeth whilst frowning, wondering what the hell had just happened. You were fine two minutes ago, what had changed?
Until you remembered that you were having lasagne and garlic bread for tea and your stomach lurched again, roiling dangerously. The thought of the oily, strong smelling bread and saucy, slimy pasta had you fighting back another heave.
"Angel? We've got you a glass of water," George calls out through the door. You take a deep breathe, open the window to air it out a little and sheepishly open the door.
"I'm sorry," you say immediately, cringing at the thought of your dramatic exit. "Freddie, I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry about it sweetness," he says with a smile, rubbing his sore coccyx with his hand. "Guess you're not the only one with a sore arse now."
"So you really didn't want the."
"Don't say it!" You say quickly, stopping George from finishing his sentence.
It's brief, a blink and you'll miss it sort of moment that if you didn't know your husbands as well as you did, their little twin quirks, you wouldn't have even seen it. They share a brief look, communicating between themselves wordlessly that is over in a flash, but you know it's meaningful.
Fred turns to you first, offering a softer glance than his twin as he steps forward to grab your hand. George disappears out of the room as Fred drags you willingly into the bathroom so you can bathe together, which you gladly welcome.
You're sat lazing in the bath between Fred's legs and resting your head back on his chest, camouflaged in a field of bubbles when George walks back in to the bathroom. You frown, noticing he was fully dressed, not in the boxers and T-shirt he'd thrown on after your escapades. He smiles warmly at you and you smile back, realising his dominant side had been shelved for now but you frown again when you see the little bag he's holding.
"Hear us out Angel," George says delicately, sitting on the side of the tub, unfazed by getting his clothes wet.
"Don't be mad okay?" Fred says, sitting up behind you, following your lead.
"You're pregnant," they say together.
You simply stare at them, confused and more than a little offended at the insinuation.
"Right because I throw up once and I've been a bit moody lately," you say with a slight roll of your eyes.
"Look sweetheart," Fred starts, "you've been a little... cranky the past few days, your appetites changed, your boobs are way bigger than normal, we just think it would be a good idea for you to take a test."
You look towards George who simply nods in agreement, a smile tugging at his face. You can tell he's trying not to get excited, the hope of what could be.
Under the hopeful gazes of your husbands, you relent, nodding slowly whilst you stare at the little box George has pulled out of the bag.
"Shoo, out!" You laugh, getting them to leave you alone to pee. You smack Fred's naked arse on the way out as you evict them, not listening to their muttering about how they'd seen you squirt, how is it different.
You take a deep breath and unbox the little contraption, looking it over in your hands before reading the instructions. You try your hardest not to get excited or hopeful but you fail miserably, could you actually be pregnant? It could hardly be a surprise, your two husbands both had a certain preference for cumming inside you without protection, but you had no idea that it might happen so soon after stopping your potion.
"3 minutes," you say, opening the door to let them in, both of them immediately walking over to the little stick that you'd flipped over. George had bought in a little egg timer and sets it on the side of the bath, twisting it round to the little plastic 3. Fred still hadn't covered up in the slightest and you had to laugh at him, looking between them at the fully dressed twin and the fully nude one.
"If it's not," George begins to say, looking deep into your eyes.
"Then there's always next time," Fred says, patting his brother on the shoulder, flashing your both a reassuring smile.
"Put some bloody clothes on," George chuckles, shoving his twins hand off him and you have to laugh at the interaction as Fred huffs, jogging off to put some boxers on.
When the timer goes off, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, secretly hoping that this could be it. You open your eyes when you feel two hands slipping into yours and entwining with your fingers, George on your left and Fred on your right. They both lean down to press a kiss to their side of your head before pulling their hands away to let you check the little stick.
Pregnant.
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I would very much like those gender bent headcannons for brozone if they're still on the table...
They're absolutely still on the table. First off, names. John Dory is Jena Dory I like it better than the regular Jane Doe. Spruce is a lil harder bc of the name change but I feel like Stella would be a good choice bc it can change to Bella. I like Claudia for Clay. Flora is a soft sweet name for the sensitive one, Floyd. Branch I feel like would be named Bambi with those big ol eyes. Now onto the actual headcanons, these are mostly just period stuff.
JD was super embarrassed about her body changing, not sure how to explain it to her little sisters
Stella scared the crap out of Claudia when she got her period once. She didn't realize she got it and bleed through her underwear. She asked Claudia to get her a new pair and to get JD. Claudia peeks into the bathroom to see her blood soaked panties and immediately thinks she is dying and freaks out. Claudia goes running to Jena crying about how Stella is dying. Jena Dory is confused and goes to see what's wrong, seeing that she just bleed through her underwear. JD has to explain periods to Claudia so she doesn't think Stella is dying (this actually happened to me 😂)
Jena definitely hated going bra shopping, whether it was for her or her sisters. She just felt embarrassed by it.
Claudia got training bras for her birthday once. She pulled them out of the bag, excitedly showing them off. It would have been kind of cute if they weren't having the party in a restaurant
Flora becomes a mega bitch when on her period. She's super cranky and hates everything
Jena (just like John) holds in all her emotions, especially when on her period. She gets killer cramps tho
The sisters just think Jena is just sick when she cancels rehearsals bc she's cramping but she doesn't tell them that.
Claudia makes herself cry constantly when reading her sad books, it gets worse when she's on her period
Bambi thought she was dying when she got her first period
Stella gets bad acne the days before her period
Jena Dory had to explain periods and puberty to her sisters, she tried to make it a wonderful experience becoming a woman but periods suck
Flora didn't realize she got her first period and bleed through her skirt. She was so embarrassed she cried
Claudia tracks her period so she's never surprised
Bella uses tampons and pads after having kids
Jena uses a menstrual cup
Claudia uses tampons
Flora uses pads
Claudia craves sweets premenstrual and during
Bella doesn't eat much when she's on her period bc she's often super nauseous
Jena Dory gets migraines (poor girl can't catch a break 😔)
Flora wears the heaviest makeup, only bc it's so dark
Claudia and Jena Dory love bubble baths
Jena Dory is a c-cup, Bella was a c-cup but became a d-cup after having kids, Claudia is a b-cup, Flora is an a-cup, and Bambi is a b-cup
Jena, Claudia, and Bambi can't walk in heels
Claudia has bad back pain when on her period
#trolls#brozone#trolls clay#trolls floyd#trolls john dory#trolls bruce#branch trolls#trolls gender bent#genderbend#trolls hcs#trolls headcanon
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Random ? but do you think the bookshop has a bath? I know they're magical but they love everything else "human" that's nice so...
PS This isn't Shax (LOL)
Surrrre, it isn't... 😂 To answer your question: Yes. For sure. Like you said, they like nice experiences. Plus, fish live for the water. 🐟
I actually think there's a semi-indirect reference to the bookshop having a shower/bath in S1 in the Bentley scene on the way back from Tadfield. More on that and some other bath-related, wordplay things about ducks and fomenting under the cut.
In S1, Aziraphale had teased Crowley a bit in the car on the way to Tadfield in the "Seeds of Destruction" scene. In the car on the way back from Tadfield, Crowley teases back by suggestively finishing the duck idiom he pretended to forget in the diner. (See also: the pretending to forget the past tenses of "smite" in S2 to flirt with Aziraphale in the "smitten" scene). Ducks seem to have a couple of different metaphorical levels on GO but one level is the Ineffable Husbands' sexually euphemistic one.
Crowley, driving the speed limit 😂, taking his time getting home, while enacting some playful revenge for the drive up by suggesting to his favorite duck that they play in the water together when they get home:
C: "Ducks!" A: "What about ducks?" C:
This could be presumed to be one of Aziraphale's favorite activities since the demon is bringing it up for the angel to think about for allllll the way back on the now very, very, long-seeming car ride home...
....and it is working, apparently😂, as this is Aziraphale:
Don't mind the cranky angel-- he's just desperately trying not to picture water sliding off his naked duck partner in their shower and can now think of nothing else... His paralleling gene to her got activated, apparently:
There's also a reference to self-love in an aquatic setting in the bookshop in GO: Lockdown. Another one of you asked me to do a thing on Lockdown so more in that when I do but, yeah, I think there's a bath in the bookshop.
There's also one, other bit of wordplay that is also on this theme a bit, which is the frumenty/foment/ferment confusion in the 597 A.D. scene.
When they meet up as knights in that scene, Aziraphale asks what Crowley is playing at and he says he's been "spreading foment", which is true-- it means to stir up discord and trouble. Aziraphale mishears him and replies: "Is that some kind of porridge?" which is a reference to frumenty, a kind of porridge from that era. What's funny about this is that it's really obvious that the answer to what Crowley has been up to when he's standing there flanked by mercenaries and they're all wearing body armor is not "eating this new porridge, angel" but Aziraphale is more concerned with looking for the subtext of what Crowley is saying and his mind takes it to a food euphemism while trying to see where Crowley is going with this. Adding to the confusion is that both frument/frumenty and foment also sound like ferment, which also can be used to say you're stirring up trouble... but it also means to make alcohol, which is euphemistic for sex to them.
Crowley redirects from the porridge, etc. confusion by clarifying which of these words he's saying by giving its definition in the sentence. He mentions that King Arthur has been spreading too much peace and tranquility and he's been working to counter that-- "ya know, fomenting"-- so that Aziraphale knows which of the words he's trying to bring up. The reason why it matters is that the other definition of foment is to apply warm water and/or types of soothing lotions or oils to ease inflammation in the body and help a person relax. He's offering Aziraphale a healing bath/massage situation. Considering they're each barely able to walk under three tons of steel, hard to imagine Aziraphale didn't go for that idea. The bookshop was likely designed with spreading some foment in mind.
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babygirl (explicit)
genre: the most plotless porn to ever porn, aka SMUT
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: your boyfriend claims the outfit was just for a tiktok - until you realize you're both very into it.
word count: 5k
contains: explicit sexual content ~*~*~ established relationship, jungkook is a tiktoker 🤪, reader is bisexual, jk wears a crop top/miniskirt/knee socks and makeup (and butterfly clips 😭), EXCESSIVE use of petnames especially 'babygirl', feminization, jk is literally the "i'm soooo shyyyyy" tiktok sound, 🚨 kink discovery/exploration/mild kink negotiations during sex 🚨 virginity kink/role-play (they pretend jk is a virgin) 🚨 daddy kink (reader is daddy) 🚨 gender swap role-play including terms for genitals (they call his dick a pussy and her pussy a dick ok ??) 🚨 praise kink and extremely filthy dirty talk, no condom use but idk assume protection bc they're dating and in lurve, also features nipple play, a blowjob, dick riding, cunnilingus, and come eating for good measure 😘
A/N: oh hi! it's been a minute since i've written something TRULY self-indulgent (or outrageously bisexual) so it feels good to return to my brand. i am going to ask that you please please PLEASE take a long hard look at the content warnings up there ^ before you pop this bad boy open. like i really do not wanna get one single rude ask about this story because i will go fucking nuclear 😂 for those of y'all who are into it- i love you, and i hope you fucking enjoy because reading this back was so embarrassingly hot to me that i had to hide my face in my shirt. gahhhhhh okay BYEEEEE
oh also: THIS is the tiktok that inspired this whole thing lmfao. it gave jungkook energy and so he basically makes his own slightly different version in this fic. kbye ✨
read on AO3!
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The apartment is dark when you slip back in the front door, the way Jungkook likes it.
Ceiling lights make him cranky and overwhelmed, so your path to the bedroom is painted only in warm glow- a purple LED strip, a switched-on end table lamp, the blue cast from a forgotten PlayStation controller and the swirl of the screensaver over the TV.
You drop your boots at the door, socked feet padding down the hallway.
“JK?” It’s quiet enough to make you imagine an echo in your voice.
You’d promised your boyfriend an evening alone tonight while you went out with friends, which meant a morning of frustrated, huffy sighs, his bottom lip taking up permanent residence jutted out from his mouth in a downturned pout. You decided to let this one run its course, because they always do with him, the dips and swells of his fickle moods— he knows how to right himself again if given enough time and space to complain about it first.
By the time you were hovering over the dresser to put earrings in, Jungkook had seemingly worked the issue all the way out, smiling softly with his cheek smushed against the largest of the plushies on the bed.
“Think I’m gonna have fun tonight. Film some TikToks, maybe get a new video game.”
You’ve hardly been out an hour, so you know you should leave him to it, retrieve your wallet from the purse you forgot to switch it out of— the reason for the intrusion— and let him be.
But you love him. The thrill of sharing space hasn’t waned, even after nearly six months, and you want to steal a little affection before you head back to girls’ night. You can be needy, too.
“Babe?”
At the end of the hall, the hinges of the bedroom door creak as it opens just wide enough for Jungkook to poke his head through.
“You’re back early.”
“Forgot my wallet.”
His eyes are wide and blinking, glittering black in the dim light.
“Is everything okay?” You try a few steps towards him.
“I was making a TikTok,” he mumbles, said sorely, as if it’s a justification for bad behavior. And then the door swings open all the way and you take in the rest of him.
A short, flippy miniskirt sunk low, biting into his hips. A crop top, meant to be small, but obscenely so when stretched across the broad expanse of his chest. Long black socks hiked up over his knees, white stripes at the hem starting to slip, pushed down flexing muscles in his thighs as he shifts, legs crossing, one foot pointed to toe at the floor unsurely. He’s pretty-all-over and nervous.
“Jungkook,” your laugh stutters on an exhale. “Are those my clothes?”
The small silver hoops in his ears— those aren’t new— sway with a hesitant nod.
You’re close enough now to see the way he sucks his lip ring into his mouth, an anxious habit. There’s a rosy pink wash to his cheeks, the same color kissed over his eyelids when he blinks. Lashes that were already envy-inducing made darker and longer with mascara. Gloss dabbed in the center of his full, pinched mouth. Butterfly clips twined through wavy, artfully messy hair.
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask,” he says quickly, lashes fluttering when his gaze drops to the floor, staring at his socks. “I didn’t— I swear I’ve never done this before.”
“I’m not mad, baby.” Your hands find his, clenched in unsure fists at his sides, and coax them open. “You look so good. This is for a TikTok?”
Jungkook nods, punctuated with a squeeze of your hands. You squeeze back. “Wanna see?”
His phone is on the nightstand in your room, plugged in to charge (“I was editing it on 1%”, he admits with a giggle), so you end up crowding in on his side of the bed, sharing one pillow, legs tangling together without thought. You tuck into his side, grateful for the absurdly long charging cord as you prop the phone between your bodies and press play.
At the start of the video, he’s in much more typical Jungkook attire: a baggy black t-shirt, tattoos peeking out under one sleeve, hands stuffed in the pockets of equally oversized cargo pants. He’s barefaced, too, pushing a mock-hurt expression beneath the text caption: Babe, I’m going out with the girls tonight.
When the beat drops, you immediately start to giggle as this skirted, made-up Jungkook takes his place, throwing up a peace sign, blowing a kiss, and at the last second, flexing his biceps as if to send a warning signal.
You press your smile into the crook of your elbow as you let the video loop once, twice more.
Jungkook opts not to watch, instead staring up at the patterns his star projector casts across the ceiling, hands folded behind his head— but once you pause the video from looping again, you catch his eyes roaming over your face. You recognize the look from when he’s shown you certain movies, the way he’ll regularly steal glances down at you on the couch curled up next to him, as if he’s seeing his favorite parts for the first time again through your eyes.
“I love it,” you announce as you place his phone on the nightstand and then roll back against his side, pushing up onto your hands. You use the vantage point of your kitten stretch to take in all of him, the long hard lines of his body, the exposed honey skin that he usually keeps hidden under shapeless black.
“Wow, JK. You’re so pretty, baby.”
Heat blooms in his cheeks, deepening the makeup there, tinting the tips of his ears pink. His feet point and flex restlessly at the end of the bed.
“Do you really think so?” Jungkook asks the question so timidly— it’s rare to hear him this unassured about anything.
“I mean it.” You trace a finger delicately over the hem of his— well, your— shirt, where it rests under the firm structure of his chest. His eyes drop closed as you run the whole of your palm down, admiring his duality: boyish and beautiful, defined muscles with an itty-bitty waist. “I feel like I just won the bisexual lottery.” A dreamy laugh bubbles up in him, his abs fluttering under your hand. “And this skirt looks so much better on you than me,” you murmur as you reach the band of it and keep going, your touch smoothing over the pleated fabric to get a good look.
A noise gets stuck in the back of Jungkook’s throat. “Fuck.” He laughs like he’s gasping for breath.
You drag your gaze back up his body, and his eyes are shut tightly, crinkling at the corners for the effort. “Jungkook?”
The flush in his face is now an uncontrolled burn. He’s outright squirming, thighs flexing to cinch together, knees lifting off the bed so he can press the soles of his socks flat to fidget against the sheets. His fingertips tug at the hem of the skirt as his motions cause it to ride up, just barely. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been hard since I put it on. Was hoping it would go away by now.”
“Baby.” You say it softly, and you watch him untwist a little, long eyelashes flickering open again. “Why do you want it to go away?”
“I—I don’t know. It’s weird, isn’t it?”
You reach up to brush a loose strand of hair off his face, careful not to disturb the glittery clips. He chases after your hand to lean into your palm, and your thumb strokes over his cheek as he nuzzles in. A warmth has started to pool, low in your belly. “I don’t think it’s weird at all. I think it’s hot.” Jungkook hiccups another laugh, attempting to hide his face between your hand and the pillow.
“Can I touch you, baby?”
The question stills him. Big moon eyes blink up at you as he nods.
When you curl your fingertips under the band of his skirt, Jungkook gasps through parted glossy lips and nearly chokes on a hard swallow. You pause, considering. Your boyfriend is far from the silent type in bed, but you’ve never seen him like this— you’re usually the one coming apart at the seams at his filthy stream of words as he splits you open: that’s it baby, take this cock, so fucking tight for me, god fucking damn.
“Only if you want it,” you remind him, in case he needs to hear it.
“I do,” he breathes. “I really— I don’t know why, ah—“ His sentence dissolves on another breath in when you gently scratch your nails over the curve of his hips. “—w-why I’m so nervous.”
“It’s cute,” you admit with a giggle. You flatten your palms to slide back up the narrowing slope of his waist, smooth tanned skin shivering under your touch, until you find the hem of his crop top again. “I really like you like this, JK. All nervous and blushy. Babygirl is shy.”
The way Jungkook tips his head back on the pillow and whines at your words makes you think you might be onto something.
“Do you like it when I call you babygirl?”
He bites down on his bottom lip, hard enough to deepen the shade of it, and nods.
“Tell me,” you coax, teasing at the hem of his top, encouraging him with the promise of a reward. “I wanna hear you.”
“Y-yeah. I like it. Like being your cute babygirl.”
The words go straight to your core, and you throw a leg over his hip to properly straddle him, bracing your arms on either side of his head to swallow up his responding whimper in a heady, open-mouthed kiss. Jungkook answers just as fervently, tongue sliding along yours, his hands clutching at your shoulders as if to plead for more.
He’s panting when you pull away, shuddering gasps punctuated by a moan as you suck at the underside of his jaw, a purple bruise blossoming beneath your teeth. “My babygirl,” you echo against the hollow of his throat. “All mine.” Your hands move eagerly, pushing the thin strip of fabric across his chest up to reveal soft brown nipples framed by the swell of his pecs. “And you have such pretty little tits, baby.”
You cup one in your palm, dipping down to lick a lazy circle over the nipple of the other. Jungkook full-body shivers, feet kicking softly down on the mattress, and you suck the bud between pursed lips, working gently with tongue and teeth until it hardens in your mouth.
“F-fuck,” he whines, arching up into you, fingertips dragging down the bedsheets. “Feels so good.”
You drop the stiffened peak from between your teeth, shifting to kitten lick at the other and taking advantage of the opportunity to grind down against Jungkook’s hips, already restlessly horny for this new side of him. “So sensitive,” you purr between flicks of your tongue as Jungkook whimpers beneath you. “Are you a virgin, babygirl?”
He hiccups on a moan as you tease his other nipple to attention. “Oh my god, fuck. Is it bad that that’s hot?”
You pull away to climb back up his body and seek a kiss from his pretty pouty lips. “Not bad, baby. You’re perfect, okay?” He makes a soft noise of acknowledgement and you gather up his chest in both hands to lovingly squeeze at his barely-there tits. “My dream girl. Can’t believe nobody’s ever touched you like this before.”
The swirling colors of the star projector on the ceiling of your bedroom reflect back at you like galaxies in his eyes— it’s enough to make you dizzy. The question comes out paired with a dazed, love-drunk giggle: “Would you let me fuck you, babygirl?”
Jungkook’s brow furrows slightly. “I—I don’t—I’m not ready. For anal,” he says quickly.
Coming out of the role-play a bit, you bring both hands to cradle his face between your palms, thumbs rubbing at the hinge of his jaw to encourage him to relax, to breathe. You can feel the hummingbird thrum of his heartbeat under your fingertips. “That’s fine, baby. Not asking you to. I just said it ‘cause it’s hot. We’ll fuck like normal, okay?”
A shy smile returns to his face as he blinks up at you, wide-eyed, lips parted. “Yeah, okay.”
“Do you want to keep going?” When he nods in your hands, you duck down to leave a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’m so lucky, I get to fuck such a pretty girl.”
A hand slips between your bodies to tweak one of his nipples between your fingers, and Jungkook throws his head back and cries out at the feeling. His hips roll up as he squirms beneath you, and you tighten the grip of your thighs around him at the welcome friction. You can already feel that you’ve soaked through your panties.
“Just, hngh—“ Jungkook whimpers, wrecked and needy, jerking up towards you again when you give the same nipple another soft tug. “Go s-slow with me. Since it’s… my first time.”
You shift to one side and he willingly splays open for you, knees bent and legs spread wide. You can hardly hold back your own groan at the state of him: mouth full and pink, eyes heavy-lidded and black with lust. His palms are pressed innocently over the fabric of his skirt, but you can see the way he’s starting to desperately rut up into his hands.
You bite down on a devious grin. “Yeah, and you’re such a good girl. I bet you kept it nice and tight for me.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he whines loudly.
Teasing a hand under the hem of his skirt, you’re surprised to find nothing but smooth, bare skin all the way up. “Oh, no panties?” Your gaze trails along his body from where you’ve settled on the mattress between the heat of his thighs, until you find his eyes with yours. “Are you a little slut?”
There’s a flash of something in Jungkook’s eyes as he goes still, whimpers softening to uneven breaths. He tugs his lip ring into his mouth in that familiar way, then gives his head two quick shakes, firm enough to shift a few waves in his hair.
“No?” You try again. “You’re a good girl, huh? You want praise?” When he nods, you gently caress the muscles of his leg under your touch, giving a loving palmful squish to the soft skin at his inner thigh. “Talk to me, baby. Please?”
“I want praise,” he murmurs. “Wanna be good for you.”
“You’re so good, baby. Thank you for telling me.” As if in reward, your hand finds his cock, fully erect and pressed obscenely into the flimsy fabric of his skirt. He hisses when you run a finger delicately up his shaft, tracing the fat, sensitive vein there. “You just wanted to make it easy for me, is that it?”
Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed, painted lashes nearly dusting his cheeks. “Yeah. I’m good. Your good babygirl virgin—“ He gasps when you wrap your hand around him for one slow pump, and it’s like your touch opens up something inside of him. “—with the tightest fucking pussy.” His cock throbs in your palm when he says it.
The filthy words spark a licking flame in your gut and a drip between your legs. “Fuck yes you are.”
You can’t spend a second longer teasing him— your free hand moves quickly to flip his skirt up over his hips and you drink him all in, hard and thick and pressed flat to his abdomen. “God, and your pussy’s just as pretty as the rest of you, baby.” The head of his cock is slick, glossed shiny with precum, and you run your thumb along his slit as more beads up, threatening to spill over and pour down his shaft. “You’re so wet for me. Can I eat you out, babygirl?”
“Please,” he moans.
You lean down to drag your tongue over the tip, to lick up the sticky-sheen there. With a little noise of appreciation, you take him into your mouth, suckling at the head of his cock and enjoying the warmth and weight of it on your tongue.
Jungkook is a whimpering mess, coming undone underneath you, and he throws an arm over his face to smother needy sounds into the crook of his elbow. As much as you’d love to see his wrecked expression, something about the way he tries to hide from the pleasure is working for you: it adds to this blushy-squirmy-shy virgin babygirl thing that has your thighs sticking together with how much it’s turning you on.
“Ah, that feels so fucking good,” he gasps, and you suck down more of his cock, hollowing your cheeks as you go. He’s emboldened now, either from not having to look you in the face or from the heat of your mouth enveloping him, the firm rub of your tongue over his frenulum. “Your mouth on my pussy, on my pretty little cunt, hngh.”
The way he’s talking has you practically humping the bedsheets beneath you, slow jerks of your hips that have the added benefit of pushing his cock into the back of your throat. You gag slightly around him but refuse to let up, humming around his shaft in a wordless request for more.
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook groans as you take him deeper. “Fuck yes, so good, daddy.”
It takes a second for you to process the word, and then you pull off with a wet pop, swiping away strings of drool with the back of your hand. “Mmm—you want me to be daddy?”
At first he can only manage a soft whine, legs shifting restlessly over the bedsheets at the loss of contact. He nods his head, then finally whimpers his answer. “Y-yeah, I want that. Please, daddy.”
“God, you’re so hot.” You pause to press a kiss to the sharp jut of his hip bone, purring your question against the blush in his skin, glowing warm all-over. “Do you want to take daddy’s cock now, babygirl?”
You’re already starting to strip, discarding your shirt and then your bra off the edge of the bed as he bites down on his lip and nods. “Want it so bad, daddy. I’m ready.”
Horny enough to be nearly delirious, you both dissolve into giggles as you fight to get your jeans off— Jungkook helps you wrestle them over your ankles, your ruined panties following in quick succession while he peels his pushed-up crop top all the way off.
You crawl up the bed to capture his mouth in another kiss, sucking on his bottom lip as you straddle yourself over his hips and take his cock in your hand.
“Nice and slow, okay?” You murmur as you start to stroke him, and he nods again, head tipping back against the pillows. “We’ll stretch that pussy open. Hold my hand?” Your free hand reaches for him while the other keeps working his cock, and your fingers intertwine. “I want babygirl’s first time to be special.”
Jungkook looks at you like you hung the moon. “I fucking love you.”
With a small smile, you brush your lips lightly over his ink-dyed skin, pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles, his thumb, the back of his hand. “Love you more.”
Then you push up to hover over him, use the hand wrapped around his cock to guide him to your entrance, and start to slowly sink down.
He’s thick enough that you’d have to take it slow at first even if he wasn’t playing virgin, but you’re so slick with arousal that the stretch is only delicious. “Fuck, baby,” you groan as you bottom out on him, your knees bracketing him to sink into the mattress. “How does it feel? Doesn’t hurt does it?”
“N-no,” he whimpers, hips lifting eagerly up towards you, clearly desperate for friction. “’Sgood.”
“Can I move, baby?”
“Please. Fuck me, daddy.”
“Yeah, baby, you’ve been so good to save it all for me. Gonna give you daddy’s cock like you deserve, my good girl.” You flatten one hand against his chest and start to move, your other hand still laced in his.
Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head as you rock along his length, your pussy flooding stored-up wetness down his shaft and making an audible squelch with every stroke. You can’t recall ever being this turned on in your life.
When you find the angle where his head rubs firmly over your g-spot, you gasp, squeezing his hand tight.
“Shit, baby.” You start to ride him rougher, lifting your hips to bounce on his cock, right there, again and again. The pleasure makes your head spin and your mouth run wild. “Your tight little pussy takes daddy’s cock so well. It’s gonna be a custom fit by the time I’m done with you, made to take me whenever I want it, fuck.”
Jungkook’s whimpers have blossomed to full, airy moans, and he flattens his feet against the bed so he can buck up into you, meeting you thrust for thrust. “Oh my fucking god.”
His cock twitches inside you on a particularly hard thrust, and you can tell by the way he’s fisting the bedsheets that he’s already close, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he desperately tries to hold off his orgasm. You’re so desperate to see him come all the way undone that you can’t even care to wait for yours.
“Yeah,” you groan, “I can feel your pussy squeezing me, babygirl. Gonna come? I want you to. Wanna feel you come all over daddy’s big cock.”
His words slur together in a fuck-drunk rush. “Oh my god, y-yeah, please fuck me, daddy, fuck me, fuck me—“ His thrusts grow sloppy as he reaches his peak, and you refuse to let up, untangling from his grip so you can press both hands into the mattress to fuck him relentlessly.
“Take it, baby,” you practically growl. “Be a good girl and take this cock and come for daddy. Come for me and then suck me off.”
“Daaaaaddy,” Jungkook wails loudly and throws his head back, hips jerking violently as he comes. You can feel his cock pulse through his orgasm and the thick, warm ropes of his cum that spill out inside you with every throb of release.
You don’t even get a moment to still yourself and catch your breath before he lunges: he hooks his hands under your knees and yanks you onto your side so fast that you hit the mattress with a yelp of a laugh.
“Jesus, Jungkook!” His only response is to spread you open and attack your pussy with his mouth like he’s hungry for it. The flimsy miniskirt is still pushed up over his hips, so you can see the pert curve of his bare ass in the air as his tongue dives into your entrance.
He’s clearly still too deep in post-orgasm haze to start off precise as he drinks his own cum out of you with long, sloppy licks, grunting and gasping into your pussy like breathing is an afterthought.
“Oh my god,” you moan, your hips jerking against his mouth as he runs his tongue along your sensitive walls.
Once he's cleaned you out and his nose, lips and chin are all shining with slickness, he drags his tongue up through your folds to circle your clit, and three of his fingers find purchase in your cunt, replacing the loss of his cock. He starts to rock them fast and hard against your g-spot, and the mess of his cum that was fucked up too far for his mouth to reach dribbles out of you, running down his wrist, all wet and noisy as he pushes it back in again.
The pleasure is immediate and overwhelming, and when he sucks hard on your clit, arousal blooms heavy in your gut, enough to have you babbling.
“My god, fuck, baby,” you groan, back arching off the bed and fingers twisting in the sheets. “You got s-so fucking good at sucking cock while you were— hngh— while you were saving your pussy for me, huh?”
Jungkook whines loudly, open-mouthed against your cunt, the pace of his tongue and fingers only getting more insistent.
Your orgasm starts to crest hard and fast, and you tighten a hand in his hair, knocking a few butterfly clips loose in your urgency, in how fucking close you are. When you glance down at him, just the sight of how eagerly he's working your pussy is enough to send you over the edge.
“My pretty perfect girl,” you rasp as he pounds into you over and over, lips and tongue relentless on your clit. “Perfect pussy. Perfect mouth. So fucking good for daddy. Gonna come in your mouth, pretty girl, so you can swallow my load—ohhhh fuck, fuck—“
You cry out as your climax hits you full-force, makes your thighs shake and your toes curl and your pussy pulse around Jungkook’s fingers. It feels like you’re coming forever, in endless shuddering waves, until you start to writhe with overstimulation, and he finally pulls back when you release your grip on his hair.
You can’t do anything but collapse against the mattress with your eyes closed, completely dazed, and attempt to remember how to breathe.
“Holy fuck,” you manage to gasp.
There’s a soft shifting sound, and then you feel the weight of Jungkook laying down next to you. You’re both sideways, feet dangling off the edge of the bed, but you roll towards him anyway. The AC kicks on, and a shiver ghosts over the sweat that’s gathered behind your knees as you press your cheek into his chest.
“You really did like it?” Jungkook’s question surprises you, and you blink your eyes open and look up to take in the nervous expression on his face.
“I loved it, JK. That was so hot. I didn’t even know you could get like that. All… sensitive and responsive. But like, shy. Oh my god. I meant it when I said I liked this side of you.” You hitch a leg over him as he pulls you closer into his side, and you continue, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek with your palm. “I’m literally bi. That means I like you as my boyfriend, or girlfriend, or anyone in between.”
You can feel the heat under your hand when he blushes. “I think I maybe want to be both, sometimes. But, agh, I don’t know.” He squirms unsurely, and you brush your thumb over the line of his jaw.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to know. We can figure it out.”
“Thank you,” he murmurs, and then he promptly turns away from you, rolling over in an attempt to bury his face in the mattress with a soft giggle.
“Hey, don’t hide! Come back here,” you laugh, rolling yourself on top of him, so your bodies press together all the way down. You grind your hips against him a little to tease, jolts of stimulation jumping through your still-sensitive center, and your eyes widen.
“Baby, are you—“ you glance down and confirm it, the thick outline of him pressed tight under his skirt and dripping a wet spot into the fabric. “Already?”
Jungkook pulls his lip ring into his mouth for a second before he admits it. “All that cocksucking stuff you were saying.” Even the tips of his ears are red now, in equal parts shame and arousal. “Just… crazy fucking hot. It made me get hard again so fast.” His feet kick softly down on the bed. “Ngh, it’s embarrassing, stop looking.”
You swallow his whimper with a gentle kiss, your tongue swiping lightly across his pouty lower lip. When you pull away, you dust a few loose strands of hair off his forehead. “Do you want to keep going?”
He nods, and you breathe a laugh.
“Well, give me a second and we can go for round two.” A hand snakes under his skirt, and you do your best to cup his ass beneath you, eventually having to settle for scratching your nails lightly over the outside of his thigh. “Just want daddy’s cock all the time now that you’re not a virgin anymore, huh?”
He outright moans into your mouth when you lean in to kiss him again, before turning his head away to mutter shyly as you lick a stripe up his neck. “Gonna make me come in my fucking pants.”
“You’re not wearing pants,” you giggle, and then you gracelessly roll off of him. “Let me just text my friends first so they know I didn’t die.”
At the mention of your friends, Jungkook whines and forces a small pout as you fumble for your phone on the nightstand. “I feel bad. You were supposed to be with them tonight.”
You scoot back to sit next to him on the bed and rest one hand on his thigh as you pull up your group chat on your phone. “Don’t, baby. I’m where I wanna be.” Your hand sneaks a little higher, cupping at the firm bulge between his legs over the fabric of his skirt, and you can’t help your nasty grin. “I’ll just say something came up.”
“Stoppppp,” he persists, grabbing a pillow to hide his face in, but you don’t miss the way his cock twitches under your palm.
With the text quickly composed and sent, you drop your phone back on the side table and proceed to crawl on top of him again. He pulls his shield away to stare up at you, blinking those wide, bottomless, good girl-fuck me eyes.
Your adoration of all that he is hits you like a fucking train. “There will be other girls’ nights,” you murmur, eyes roaming over his beautiful face. “There’s only one girl I need tonight.” It’s fucking corny, half role-play and half serious, but you mean every word, and it seems to melt away some last bit of reserve in Jungkook that you couldn’t quite reach before.
He blushes all over, wraps both arms around your neck, dots every inch of skin he can reach with soft, glossy-wet kisses. “Love you, love you, love you.”
“Love you more, babygirl.”
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30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 13
GROUP TEXT
Sam is notorious for struggling with modern text language, memes, etc. and is always teased for doing so, but when she misspells a word on the same token, the rest of the Core Four can't let her live it down. (AU: Dead characters are alive)
Primary help from @samcscreams, @dreamersbcll, & @zombiemeadow
Other contributing writers: @alkivm & @fantasylandbitch
- ty so much for the help!! i couldn't have written it without each of you ♡
Core 4 ❤️🔥💪
Sam: Guys, I gotta question.
Mindy: What’s up??
Chad: Shoot
Tara: what is it?????
Sam: What does “IDK, LY,” and “TTYL” mean?
Tara: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later
Sam: Ok, love you too Tara ❤️ Chad, Mindy, do either of you know??
Mindy: omg 😂
Chad: I don’t know, love you, and talk to you later
Sam: Oh ok. Wow I guess I asked at a bad time. Everyone’s busy haha
Mindy: NO SAM THAT’S WHAT THEY MEAN!!! IDK means “I don’t know”, LY means “love you”, and TTYL is “talk to you later” 🤣🤣🤣
Tara: lmfao DUHHHH
Chad: #sendhelp4sam
Sam: Fuck..
Mindy: Girl keep up!!
Tara: that’s hard for her bc she wasn’t born in this century. she’s like lowkey a boomer fr
Mindy: Ahhh right
Sam: I’M LITERALLY IN THE SAME GENERATION AS YOU TARA
Tara: ok, boomer
Mindy: just by a year, barely
Chad: wait… Sam are you related to Uncle Sam????
Tara: A DISTANT ANCESTOR?????? o.O
Sam: Are you serious… no, I’m not..
Mindy: OK gotta agree with Boomer Sam here. Just because they have the same name doesn’t mean they’re related, dingus
Sam: Stop.
Tara: lol “boomer sam”
Sam: . . . . .
Chad: 21th century got ur tongue there, old timer?? 😂
Tara: nah her dentures probably fell out
Sam: You don’t need your mouth to fucking text…
Tara: ah my bad, then is it the arthritis?
Mindy: Bet it’s the arthritis 100%
Chad: LMFAOOOO
Sam: That’s not funny.
Tara: NO UR RIGHT IT’S HILARIOUS
Mindy: No, T, don’t shout out her, you know how the ol’ elders feel about loud and obnoxious noises
Chad: OHHH Sam’s that old fish from that one episode of spongebob that kept yelling “Too loud! Still too loud!” it’s so sam-coded 🫡
Tara: ahahahahaha fr tho!!!!
Sam: No, it’s ducking not.
Sam: *fucking
Chad: Ducking??????? DUCKING???!!!!!
Tara: poor thing hasn’t gotten reading glasses yet. I told u to get some a looooooonnngg time ago Sam! did u seriously forget again??
Sam: Give me a break, it was autocorrect…
Mindy: Uh.. of course she did! She probably hasn’t refilled her dementia medication yet smh
Sam: SERIOUSLY??? WOULD YOU GUYS STOP!!
Chad: *WOULD YOU GUYS STOP?! - You forgot the question mark there, senior citizen
Chad: Now, she can’t grammar correctly.. Someone get her Life Alert before she does anything else!!!!!
Sam: Fuck you.
Chad: Hey hey easy, I’m just respecting my elders 😌
Sam: You’re not even using correct grammar either so stfu.
Tara: oh man, I hope you’re sitting down, Sam. don’t want u getting so worked up that u fall and break a hip.. 🫣
Mindy: emphasized “Hey hey easy, I’m just respecting my elders 😌”
Mindy: replied to “Hey hey easy, I’m just respecting my elders 😌”: Oh my God, THAT’S IT!!!
Mindy named the group chat “Granny Sam’s LifeAlert Team 🚑🏥”
Mindy changed Sam’s contact name to “Granny Sam 🧓”
Mindy changed the group chat photo.
Chad: 👏👏👏
Tara: GRANNY SAM??? I’M DEAD 🤣🤣
Mindy: Yesss! We must protect Granny Sam, she’s quite frail after all 🙏
Tara: true, very true
Granny Sam 🧓: 🖕🖕🖕
Chad: rude.
Mindy: Don’t take it personal. She’s just cranky because she hasn’t had her afternoon nap. Who wants to volunteer to take her to bed???
Tara: nose goes! 🫢
Chad: Not it!!
Granny Sam 🧓: I swear to God if I hear someone outside my door, I’ll fucking show you how to take it personal, starting with you, Tara.
Granny Sam 🧓: How’s THAT for cranky?
Chad: Oooooohhhh she mad now…
Mindy: It’s fine. By the time she would get across the room, she’d probably have to sit down. Bad back and everything yk?? Old people probs 🤷♀️
Granny Sam 🧓: Ok, Tara, you can thank Mindy because she just took your place in being the one I beat the shit out of first.
Tara: Thx Mindy, love u 🩷
Mindy: Is that supposed to scare me, grandma?
Granny Sam 🧓: It should.
Granny Sam 🧓: Change my name back. Change the group name back. And change the goddamn picture back!
Mindy: Uhhhh excuse you… magic word???
Granny Sam 🧓: Are you serious?
Mindy: Damn straight.
Granny Sam 🧓: Fine.
Granny Sam 🧓: Please.
Mindy: Nah, I’m good
Granny Sam 🧓: MINDY
Tara: PFFT XD
Chad: I’m finna bet money. Fight! Fight! Fight!
Mindy: Okay, but I hope you have medicaid, Ms. Nancy Loomis II
Granny Sam 🧓: THAT’S IT
Tara: O-O
Tara: shit just got real
Chad: yep. U shouldn’t have brought her real grandma into it.. It was nice knowing u, Mindy 💀
Tara: rip 🪦💐
Mindy: Okay guys, send help. I actually think she might be coming to kill me…
Tara added Billy to the group.
Tara: BILLY!!! ok u know I would never ask for ur help but… CONTROL UR DAUGHTER SHE’S GONE MAD
Billy: We all go a little mad sometimes.
Chad: Ok, well she’s dead
Mindy: Chef’s kiss perfection tho!! 🤌🤌
Tara: NO SERIOUSLY!!! she’s gonna kill Mindy any minute now. U need to stop her 😳
Billy: I’m guessing Sam’s pissed because of the group name, icon, and… her contact name?
Chad: YES!!!!
Tara: YES AND NOW SHE’S GONNA KILL MINDY PAY ATTENTION AND DO SOMETHING
Billy: Sam, you’re not killing Mindy.
Granny Sam 🧓: You asking me or telling me?
Billy: Good point. I’m TELLING you. You’re NOT KILLING Mindy.
Granny Sam 🧓: Or what?
Billy: Well I’d tell you, but I don’t think you want the other 3 to hear.
Tara: 👀
Chad: 😳
Mindy: ?????
Granny Sam 🧓: ……
Granny Sam 🧓: You’re lucky I love you, Mindy..
Mindy: I know I am 😎
Billy: Good girl.
Granny Sam 🧓: Don’t even start.
Billy: Hey, they called me for you. You’re the one who started shit.
Chad: Hey Billy, if I paid you, would you tell us what you would’ve done??
Tara: O.o
Granny Sam 🧓: Hey Chad, if I paid you, would you shut up?
Chad: nope!
Granny Sam 🧓: Fine. Then Billy, if I paid you, would you get the hell out of here?
Tara: lol
Billy: Sorry Chad, but as tempting as that sounds, no. And Sam, how much are we talking?
Granny Sam 🧓: A dollar.
Billy: No.
Granny Sam 🧓: Get out.
Billy: Someone change everything that was changed back to normal first. If I leave and get dragged back into this, you’re all gonna pay. 😈
Chad: Yes sir! 🫡
Tara: that’s you, Mindy
Mindy named the group chat “Core 4 ❤️🔥💪”
Mindy changed Granny Sam 🧓’s contact name to “Sam”
Mindy changed the group chat photo.
Billy left the group.
Sam: Thank you.
Chad: Don’t thank us, thank your dad
Sam: Take the win, Chad.
Chad: 🫡
Mindy: Okay sooooo what was all that about between you and your father, Sam???? He was like gonna.. Punish you or something?
Sam: Or something. I honestly don’t know what he was getting at, but I wasn’t about to let it get far enough to know so… 🤷♀️
Tara: OR you’re secretly a “daddy’s girl” and don’t want us to know?????? 🤔
Sam: Tara…
Mindy: Hmm that gives me an idea… 💡
Mindy named the group chat “Princess Loomis 👑🔪”
Mindy changed Sam’s contact name to “Daddy’s Girl”
Daddy’s Girl: FUCK
this was so fun to write holy shit xD but my apologies if anything said by any of the characters offends you.
to all of my mentioned peeps above, i hope i did your ideas justice! ik i didn't do everything, but i had so much fun writing this that i know i will definitely be writing more text chats at some point. i'll get to the others! thank you again and blessings to you all. ☀
All my best! ♡ - parker
#scream#scream v#scream vi#sam carpenter#tara carpenter#carpenter sisters#chad meeks martin#mindy meeks martin#core four#billy loomis#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#fanfic#30 day writing challenge#group text#AU: Nine Lives
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I could have sworn I already created this post but I can't seem to find it so apologies if it's a repeat.
Before she even realized they'd be mates:
In book 1, Elain and Lucien were already well liked by many and a little bit chatty 😂 (they're going to be the couple that talks to one another all day long about anything and everything, true best friends and partners). That was before SJM realized they'd end up being something to one another.
And once their bond surprised her, SJM drove home their similarities:
He added to Lucien, who did not balk from those writhing shadows,
But Elain did not balk from him
Though the tunic isn’t as pretty as a dress.”
her rose-pink gown / her dusty-pink gown / clad in a lilac gown / replaced by a gown of amethyst velvet / - I could keep going with this but the main point is so far, Elain has disliked wearing pants and has chosen to wear only dresses.
“This isn’t very Solstice-like talk.”
Elain had blushed, muttering about the impropriety of such things.
Rhys said at last, “I can stomach being around him.” “I’m sure he’d love to hear that thrilling endorsement.”
While I might never run to Elain first with problems or advice, we had a peaceful, amicable understanding. I found her to be a pleasant companion. I wonder if she'd resent that judgement, I certainly would.
More than eager—he seemed to be itching to head into the city on his own.
As if my sister, too, had merely been looking for an excuse to get out of the house today.
Like the Fae male had settled similar arguments between them before.
Elain murmured a soft plea to Nesta, which earned her a hiss in response.
“So there will be no meeting here,” Nesta said, shoulders stiff. “There will be no Fae in this house.” “Do you include me in that declaration?” I said quietly. Nesta’s silence was answer enough. But Elain said, “Nesta.” Slowly, my eldest sister looked at her. “Nesta,” Elain said again,/ “Feyre gave and gave—for years. Let us now help her. Help … others.”
And yet there she was, acting more like a cranky old aunt than anything.”
“The new Amren is even crankier than the old one,” Elain said softly.
Like Rhys, he usually opted for words to win his battles
he’d run into Elain’s former betrothed. And managed to leave the human lord breathing.
And he knew the cruelty of the Hewn City troubled her.
There are even more examples of this but it's really amazing to see how beautifully matched SJM has set these two characters up to be.
#elucien#pro elucien#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#elain x lucien#lucien and elain#elain and lucien#pro lucien vanserra#pro elain archeron#elucien supremacy
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hq men comforting y/n after a bad dream. a lot of kisses pls. thank you!
Ooooh this is such a cute ideaaaa 🤧💖
Haikyuu x reader fluff
You're both sleeping in your shared bedroom, he's waking up because you're shifting on the bed, upon a closer inspection to your sleeping form he sees how your face is scrunched, you move like you're fighting something, he...
Wakes you up gently caressing your face, when you wake up tearing up he reaches your hand squeezing it a bit, you're shaken trying to find out where did you wake up and he talks softly "I'm here love, it's me" recognizing you boyfriend you clinged into him, he hugs you moving your body comfortably against his, he kisses your tears while cleans your face with his thumbs, whatever your nightmare was you feel safe
Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Ennoshita, Yamaguchi, Goshiki, Yaku, Akaashi
Gets cranky at first, why the hell are you moving so much? Before he could even touch you to wake you up, you gasp clinging the sheets, he grows worried, you look very shaken, he turns on the lights and reaches your face "hey" he speaks softly "come here babe, I got you" you're trembling, your dream must have been nasty, he pulls you on top of him, caressing your hair he gives your temple several kisses rubbing your back soothingly
Kyotani, Tsukishima, Semi, Kenma, Suna, Atsumu, Futakuchi
Immediately turns on the light to see what's wrong, gives you gentle pats in your hips to wake you up, when you see him you curl into his body, clinging onto him breathing heavily and spilling a few tears, his hands travel to your hair and waist pulling you impossibly close to him, "do you want anything love?" You shake your head against his chest, he hums a low soothing tone, then he moves your face to look at him and he peppers your face with soft kisses
Oikawa, Asahi, Tanaka, Satori, Bokuto, Aran, Aone
Wakes up confused, immediately notices you're having a nightmare, he wakes you up softly making you sit up "come here bunny" this man is carrying you bridal style to the kitchen, places you on the top of the counter with a blanket wrapped around you while talks softly to distract you and makes your favourite drink/tea/hot cocoa, when he makes sure you've calm down a bit he places himself between your dandling legs to hug you muttering sweet nothings kissing your temple
Hanamaki, Daichi, Ushijima, Kuroo, Kita, Samu, Sakusa
Unfortunately for you this guy is a heavy sleeper 🤧 you wake up covered on sweat, breathing heavily like you've ran or something, you don't even recall the dream, you wake him up sobbing a bit and he reacts almost immediately, his first instinct is to grab your face "woah, hey honey, what is it?" Proceeds to sit up and place you on his lap hugging you and kissing wherever his lips can reach muttering apologies and soothing words, he's awake now for whatever you need
Matsukawa, Nishinoya, Hinata, Kageyama, Yamamoto, Lev, Koganegawa
Took me a while, since I finally posted the master list my brain is a pudding 😂 thanks for reading 🐨✨💖
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu fluff#🐨 imagines#hq ushijima#hq atsumu#hq osamu#hq daichi#hq kuroo#tag your boy#🐨 answers#hq fluff#hq scenarios#hq sugawara#hq sakusa#hq satori#hq suna#hq imagines#hq drabbles#hq oikawa#hq iwaizumi#hq hinata#hq kageyama#hq tsukishima#hq kita#hq kenma#hq koganegawa#hq lev#hq yaku
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Sarah, I literally love you so much you're one of the best people on this app istg❤️
If it's not too much trouble, for the joseph quinn x princess reader can we get something like Joe and readers nighttime routine?
I'm quite particular about my skincare but sometimes I'm soooo lazy and too tired to do it and I need someone like Joe to treat me like a princess and do it for me🥹
Or something similar if you don't vibe w/ that, anything like that would be super cool if you could, please & thank you🫶🩶
Hellooo lovey!! Awe oh my goodness you’re too sweet omg🥹 I literally love YOUUU so much!!! I absolutely can give you some Joseph Quinn and his Princess’s nighttime routine! I feel you on the skin care like I’m obsessed with it but also half the time don’t want to be bothered with it😩😂 so I hope you enjoy, I gave you some conversations that you’d have throughout the night💖
-hi! Hello! Keep scrolling if RPF isn’t your thing and also if you’re not into spoiled/princess reader. I swear I won’t take it personal 😂✨
-find all things Joe x Princess here💖
*You have a thing for skincare…you just don’t always want to bother with it so that’s where Joe comes in*
“My love you have to be still or it’s going to be all wonky looking.” “Sorry I’m just sleepy…that’s a little tight.” “Sorry baby…did you have a long day hmmm? Spent too much time out at the shops with your friends?” “It was fun but yes…I didn’t get my usual nap so I got a little cranky.” “You do like your little half hour mid day nap don’t you love?…how’s that? Need me to redo it? I’m still new on the whole French braid thing.” “I can’t help it…working mornings and getting off in the afternoon just makes it hard for me to not need a nap…oh yes it looks great.” “I for one am pro nap…I enjoy when you’re all sleepy and cuddly in the middle of the afternoon.”
“I’m too sleepy…I don’t want to.” “Baby…you know you’ll be very annoyed in the morning when you wake up and your face is all dry…” “can you…do it for me?” “Put on your skincare? Sure love..you just have to tell me what order you do things in because there’s…a lot.” “I can do that…you really don’t mind?” “Of course not my darling…now what’s first?” “That green bottle…yeah that one it’s my serum to make me look radiant…do you think it works?” “Oh yes it works you’re always looking absolutely radiant love…how’s that feel? I’m not being too rough right?” “It feels amazing…I’m never applying my own skincare again.” “Oh is that so?” “Next is the gold bottle that’s my nighttime face cream…don’t forget to drag it down the neck.” “Jesus this stuff is quite thick…so down the neck…got it…that feel okay?” “Mhhmmm” “baby…come on you can’t possibly be falling asleep while sat on the bathroom counter.” “You underestimate my ability to sleep anywhere…” “what’s the last step love?” “Eye cream…tiny white jar….you don’t need a lot and use your ring finger and tap it in.” “Okay..tap it..in…like that?…are we done now?” “Yes…can we go lay down now?” “Yes baby we can go lay down now.”
“You said we can lay down…” “and you can love…I’m just going to rub your feet with that lotion you like and put those socks on that have the little hearts all over them.” “Oh but I got those new ones with smiley faces on them at the store today.” “Did you? Would you like to wear those instead love?” “Yes please…” “okay…get comfortable for me…perfect…left foot please baby…that’s a good girl thank you…” “will you read to me tonight?” “Sure princess what do you feel like reading tonight?…right foot now love…thank you.” “I like that poetry book you’ve been reading to me lately.” “Oh good choice baby…okay feet are nice and cozy let’s get comfy shall we?” “My feet are very happy…thank you.” “You don’t have to thank me baby…you know I love pampering you.” “I love you Mr. Quinn.” “I love you too Princess.”
#Joseph quinn x princess#Joseph quinn x spoiled reader#joseph quinn rpf#joseph quinn request#joseph quinn fluff#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn series#joseph quinn x fem!reader#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn x y/n#joe quinn x you#joe quinn x fem!reader#joe quinn x y/n#joe quinn x reader#joe quinn fluff#Joseph Quinn#my little british baby#Quinn spoiled
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Super Mario (NEW/UPDATED) Tickle Headcanons
Now that the movie has been released, I feel that it is an appropriate time to share some updated headcanons!
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Mario:
Switch
Super ticklish
He's a walking tickle spot, but his death spots are his belly and belly button
You have to hold him still somewhat, he squirms a lot 😂
Especially weak to raspberries
As a ler, he'll tease the lee about their laugh and how ticklish they are
Can hold his own in tickle fights(which are mainly caused by him)
He can't really take what he dishes out though
He squeals a lot when he laughs and it's precious ❤️
Firehand has made the palms of his hands sensitive as well
The Toads gang up on him and Luigi frequently
He has freckles, and connecting the dots with them MURDERS him
Teasing him also kills him
Luigi:
Switch
A tiny bit less ticklish than Mario
Only a TINY bit though
But still super ticklish
Like his brother, a walking ticklish spot, but his worst spits are his sides and ribs
You definitely have to hold him down, he flails way too much lmao
Teasing will kill him on the spot
Blushy mess
Mario's main victim, obviously
But he isn't afraid to get him back
If he's provoked enough, he's a pretty decent ler
He snorts when he laughs
Like Mario, Thunderhand makes his palms ticklish too
Peach:
Ler-leaning switch
Her laugh is so pretty istg
Worst spot is her ribs
Found out Mario was ticklish cause of Luigi ratting him out and poking him
She's a pretty gentle ler, holding her victims calmly while utterly wrecking them
Bowser tried to tickle her once, but got a big ass shiny black eye because of it
He doesn't try to anymore
Tickly kisses are her specialty
It's pretty hard to tickle her, since she has pretty fast reflexes, but it's possible
Her laugh sounds like bells
Mark my words, she will get you back
She's the only person who can make Mario turn into a complete lee
Toad:
Lee-leaning switch
Almost all toads are lees
His death spots are his tummy and hands
His laugh is very squeaky, like a stress toy
Basically Mario and Luigi's annoying little brother
They gang up on him regularly
Little shit
Will jump on someone's back and surprise tickle them from there
He mostly aids the lers tho
He's able to easily squirm out of people's grip
Donkey Kong:
Ler-leaning switch
He'd rather die than admit he's ticklish
Everyone ended up finding out because Cranky got tired of his shit and told everyone
Worst spot is his armpits
Seth Rogan laugh™
Mario's accidentally- completely on purpose -tickles him sometimes
Diddy and him have frequent tickle fights
As a ler, he's pretty ruthless
He doesn't really know how to tease people, so he just pokes their ticklish spots often
He means well, but sometimes he gets so caught up in the moment that he forgets to stop
He actually made Mario pass out while wrecking him once, and DK totally freaked out because he thought he killed him
He was fine tho lol
Bowser:
Ler
He's barely even ticklish
His only ticklish spot is his neck, even then it's hard to get to
He always wears that collar, and he can hide in his shell at any time
His laugh starts out in a deep guffaw, but dissolves into low chuckles
He's definitely not above tickling someone, though
If you DO attempt to tickle him and fail, you'd better start running (He'll catch you in the end tho)
If he doesn't kill you, he'll definitely make sure justice is served
This motherfucker has eight kids, don't tell me he's not a tickle monster
He laughs along with his victims, teasing them all the while
Utilizes tickle interrogations frequently
He's a cruel ler
Teases like the asshole he is
His claws make it worse
Mario tried to tickle him once and failed miserably
He doesn't stop until the lee is crying or on the verge of passing out
But he's definitely gentle with his kids, not anywhere near as ruthless
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And that's it for now! Lemme know if you want some more, or write a fic prompt in my inbox!
#sfw tickling#super mario#super mario tickles#super mario bros tickles#the super mario bros movie#tickle headcanons
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How does Miguel react to each of the men (Steven, Marc and Jake)?
HMMM I'm not sure
Some things make sense in my head but I can't express them very well 😂 Halfway through this I noticed that I wrote this as the boys reacting to Miguel instead the other way around? So, sorry (though there's parts that I do mention Miguel's reactions) Anyway
Let's see...
Steven is the type to be amazed by things, I'm sure he'd have A LOT of questions. Maybe if Miguel is not in a good mood, he wouldn't have the patience to answer every question, but I mean there's Lyla to explain for him (though prob seeing her will make Steven have more questions 😂). Maybe he'd be too entusiastic, but Miguel has done that before so he's used to all type of first impressions(? And I think he'd eventually be an smartass like "Mmm actchually" for some kind of information 😂 Idk, sometimes he's a little shit (and I love him for that)
Marc... I think Miguel and Marc see too much of themselves in the other (and maybe they don't even realize it), so maybe they wouldn't get along that well at first lol. In case they're "working together" Miguel would get cranky at the way Marc behaves, and Marc would be cranky that Miguel goes like that scene "I'll take it from here" 😂 because he feels like HE is the one that need to take care of the problem. Not saying that would last forever, but they'd need time to get along.
I think Jake is better with people (even if I think he might have a bad temper in some cases), for the most part I think of him being good with in that kind of thing. So I think they could get along easier, he's chill enough. If they don't agree on something, I think he would speak his mind but not in a sassy way like Steven (maybe that would piss off Miguel 😂), nor in a conflictive way like Marc, I think his way being more like stating facts, disagreeing. I think Miguel would get along with him the easiest. Also I was jokingly commenting with a friend (but maybe not so jokingly) that they would bond over food lol Can I elaborate? I don't think I really can
Haven't really thought too much about all this so maybe I could change my mind later, idk
#guruan#answered#took me so long to write trying to express it but I don't even know if it makes sense#just thinking#I don't know if I need to clarify that this is about what I've seen about movie!Miguel only#but yes
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My yautja ocs
The ocs you guys know about or that I've mentioned
Black Momba
Tumblr's yautja mom at this point
Agressive/protective
Very motherly/will adopt you
Python
Momba's dad
Patient/slow to anger
Honor bound and religious
White Death
Bad Blood
Charming/persistent
Manipulative
Peepa Roach
Bad Blood
Arsonist
Old af/cranky grandpa
Kahn'shu (caretaker)
Bad Blood
Patient/puts up with Peepa's shit
Compationate
Titchi'ki
Exiled
Is attracted to oomans 👀
Protective
Sombra
Horny teen
Has a huge ego
Mommy issues
Koi
The "innocent one"
Shy
Mommy issues
Archaic
Blunt
Distant
Mommy issues
Xorwen
Nerd/loves to study history and other cultures
Mommy and daddy issues
A little possessive of his boyfriend lol
The ocs you don't know about
What do you mean? There's more? Yes, there's more. A lot more.
Diablo (predalien)
Intelligent
Not agressive/non-verbal
Curious
Kub (Momba's son)
Tech nerd
Kind-hearted
A little mischievous
Dou'ga (Momba's son)
Should be dead but is somehow still alive
Stupid af
Needs to be monitored 24/7
Da'novi (White Death's mate)
Loves to gossip and start drama out of boredom
Ancient/is in the high council of Elders
Witty
Xah-var
Royal guard/Elite
Charming
Huge ego but also humble
Oracle
Old af
Mother figure to the triplets (Koi, Archaic, Sombra)
Patient/wise
Rai'jin
Timid by nature
Quiet/keeps to himself
Can get agressive when pushed too far
Ki-tar-c't
Traumatized af/gay af
White Death's clan medic/healer
Sarcastic/likes dark humor
Dhi'ki-nan
A literal goddess/god (is the god of all balance)
Temperamental/calm
Possessive at times
"Alpha" and "Omega"
Hish ancestry
Both rule over an ancient human civilization on another planet as gods
Both are nerdy scientists
A'kah
Matriarch
Highly intelligent/can read body language easily
Clingy
Dark Sun
Elite/teacher
Flusters easily
Shy in nature
Black Golem
Bad Blood
Humorous
Talkative
"Great Dragon"
Ancient
Highly intelligent/lazy
Sarcastic/witty
I know you must be thinking, "damn, why do you have so many yautja ocs?" Cause I'm an oc hoarder 😂 I can make ocs from thin air. Most of my ocs though, they are connected in my main oc lore/plot/story so they aren't totally useless. I'm still working on the whole big plot, but if you guys want to hear about my other ocs, just comment and I'll answer.
#yautja#predator#the predator#alien#character#oc#yautja oc#predator oc#my ocs#oc hoarder#so many ocs#predalien#bad blood#honor bound#original characters#alien ocs#why are there so many#i have too many#i cant get rid of them#i love all of them#big list#character list#my ocs in a nutshell
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Tuxes & Temper Tantrums
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Word count: 1.6k
Notes: my first kid-fic 😂 based on this fic idea by @fsbc-librarian, hope you enjoy!
(Thanks to @stucky-fic-idea-bank & @gay-jewish-bucky for sharing this fic idea and putting it on my radar 💛)
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And to think their day had started off so well, Bucky grumbles, wandering off a little to browse the clothing racks in peace, leaving Steve to wrangle their daughter. Steve and he had both taken their Friday off from work to run all the errands they needed to do before Sam and Nat’s wedding on Saturday; picking up their suits, picking up presents, getting groceries to last them through the rest of the weekend. It’s made them all tired, a little cranky, and at this point anything would be enough to set off a tantrum - and not just for their five year old.
But their morning had been perfect. Bucky had woken up when Alpine & Lily had quietly crawled into bed with him and Steve at 6am. No jumping or yelling for them to get up, no whining for breakfast. Just tiny elbows and little feet hitting him in the side, soft blond hair in his face, Lily trying to make herself comfortable in between him and Steve. He’d made room for her and bleary looked over at Steve, who’d been a little more awake already, a fond smile on his face, that Bucky couldn’t help but return. They stayed in bed for a little after, just enjoying the peace and quiet and being together like this, Lily’s head buried into Bucky’s side, her feet pressed against Steve.
After a while, Steve had run his hands through Lily’s hair and whispered “hey honey, do you want to help me make breakfast for papa?”. She’d quickly lifted her head from where it had been buried against Bucky’s side and quietly had asked “can we make pancakes?”, making Steve smile softly at her and say “yeah we can make pancakes, of course sweetheart, I’m sure papa will love that”. They’d quietly made their way out of the bedroom and downstairs, leaving Bucky and Alpine to take their time in waking up and getting out of bed - they were both always a little grumpy in the morning.
Breakfast had been wonderful. Once he’d finally made his way downstairs, Bucky had sat down at the kitchen island drinking his coffee, watching Steve and Lily laugh and make a little bit of a mess with the blueberry pancake batter. Maybe they burnt a pancake or two, but seeing them so happy, giggling their way through making breakfast in the soft kitchen light…none of the mess mattered and it made Bucky’s heart overflow with feelings of love. Eventually, the three of them had sat down to eat. They should have been able to tell by the fact that Lily was chattering a little less than usual, that their day was going to go like this.
Bucky shakes himself out of his thoughts of their beautiful, quiet morning. Or, well, he’s shaken out of it by shrieking. He looks over to where Steve and Lily are, Steve with a bunch of little dresses hanging over his arm and clearly trying to convince Lily to go try some on. “I DON’T WANT A DRESS”, Lily screams, turning some heads in the store towards them, her little face getting a redder and redder. “Come on sweetheart, you’ve been talking about getting a dress for auntie Nat and uncle Sam’s wedding for weeks, just try one?”, Steve gently presses. Lily is having none of it, shaking her head so hard Bucky thinks it’s gonna give her a headache.
He’s starting to make his way over when Lily screams, even louder than before “no I’m GAY I CAN’T”. Bucky stops in his tracks and does his very best not to burst out in laughter, deciding to take a moment before getting involved, because he doesn’t think he’d be very helpful if he couldn’t keep his laughter in. It’s even harder not to laugh when he hears Steve’s response. Steve, who sighs heavily, looks down at Lily and says “no you’re not gay, I’m gay, you’re five”. Lily seems offended by this, crossing her little arms and stubbornly refusing to move or respond to that. Bucky thinks she really is Steve’s daughter.
Bucky doesn’t think he can be blamed for eventually bursting out into laughter when Steve copies her stance, crossing his arms too and looking down at Lily expectantly. He considers stepping in, but he doesn’t want to undermine Steve either. They’re all tired and done with this day, they all want to go home. His laughter doesn’t last long. Lily breaks their stand-off first, but not by giving in. She starts to cry, sobbing “I don’t want it I don’t want it”. Steve drops the dresses in his arms on the floor, uncaring, and kneels down in front of her.
“Why not honey? You were so excited! Ohh sweetheart”, he says, brushing away some of her tears and taking her in his arms. “What has made you so sad baby? If you want something else we can do that, okay?” Lily’s sobbing doesn’t really die down, and Steve looks over at Bucky mouthing “help?”.
Bucky goes to stand behind Lily and brushes her hair with his fingers. “Hey baby, can you tell daddy why you don’t want a dress anymore? Or do you want to go home? It’s been a long day, we get it if you want to go home”. She shakes her head, making her sobs a little more hiccupy. “I..I want to- I want to look like daddy” she eventually says, her voice a little rough from all the crying and screaming.
Bucky looks at Steve, who has the most blinding smile on his face and a tear running down his cheek. “Okay”, Bucky says, “so we’ll get you a suit like daddy?”. When Lily shakes her head at that, Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose. He thought they were getting somewhere, and frankly, he just wants to go home and plop down on the couch and not move for the rest of the evening.
He sighs deeply “No? No suit? You gotta talk to us Lily” he tries again. She moves back from where she had buried her face in Steve’s neck. “I want to look like daddy” she says, her voice sounding a little annoyed that they clearly don’t understand her. “But I also want to look like auntie Nat”, she whines, throwing her little hands up, like the little drama queen she is. Just like daddy Bucky thinks, but he’s glad they’ve finally gotten to the root of the problem.
Steve looks at the two of them, contemplating their predicament. “What if…” he starts off, turning Lily to look at him. “what if we get both? You can wear one during the ceremony and then the other during the party? I think auntie Nat is also changing her outfit so you’ll be even more like her.” Lily looks at Steve like he’s blown her little mind. “We can do that?”, she whispers. Steve smiles at her fondly. “Of course we can sweetheart. So do you want to go try one of these on? And then I’ll look for a suit like mine okay? Does that sound good?”.
She rubs her face with her little fists, nodding eagerly. “Okay then”, Steve says, “are you gonna let papa help you out with the dress?”. Lily smiles at him and goes in for a hug. “Thank you daddy”, she says, before grabbing Bucky’s hand and trying to drag him to the changing booths. Bucky let’s himself be dragged away, sparing a glance at Steve who’s slowly getting up from his knees, shaking his head with a beaming smile on his face.
They get the dress, and the suit, without too much crying or screaming. Okay, maybe a little crying on Bucky’s part, because he’s tired because his baby looks so damn adorable in a little tux. They make their way home in silence, all of them just completely exhausted by the events of the day. They have take out for dinner and just pile on the couch for the rest of the night, going to bed early to avoid a repeat of today when they have to go to the wedding tomorrow.
Lily ends up wearing the suit during the ceremony, proudly standing next to her dads for the official photos, dressed just like them. Everyone comes up to her to tell her how amazing she looks and she just beams, and Steve and Bucky can’t help but beam either. She goes to change her clothes when Nat does, the two of them whispering and giggling, walking hand in hand down the hallway of the venue, probably making their plans for world domination.
She looks just as cute in the dress as she did in the suit, and the three of them dance until Lily’s little feet can’t take it anymore and she plops down onto Sam’s lap. When Steve and Bucky try to sit down with them, she shoos them off, raising an eyebrow (she’s sooo Steve’s daughter), and telling them with a voice that makes it clear how dumb she thinks her dads are “Just because I can’t dance anymore doesn’t mean you can’t, I’m five.” She clearly revels in the booming laugh Sam lets out at that. Steve holds his hands up defensively “oh I’m sorry, you’re completely right princess”, he says, before dragging Bucky back onto the dance floor.
So they dance, bodies close together to a slow song, beaming smiles. “She is so bossy”, Steve says, pride clear as day on his face. “And stubborn. I wonder who she gets that from”, Bucky says with a smirk, “just like her dad, in every way.”
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Do any of the characters have allergies?
Blade: he doesn't seem to have any allergies that we know of, though he does get fairly seasick and doesn't fare well with long sea voyages!
Trouble: he has a mild allergy to cats, but nothing he doesn't just blithely power through anyway
Tallys: she doesn't have any true allergies per se, though Elves colloquially have an "allergy" to sub-zero cold temperatures (their bodies can't tolerate and will begin to shut down, leading them falling into comas if exposed long enough). I recently found something in my ancient notes that indicated that Elves are also "allergic" to ansinth, which I'm sure teenager-me thought was a very clever way of referring to absinthe: "a spirit flavored with green anise, sweet fennel, and grand wormwood, it is consumed in moderation among most races as an uncommon liqueur, but can be deadly when ingested by Elves, who refer to it as 'the green poison.' In small amounts, it acts as a hallucinogenic and psychoactive agent, but in greater amounts, it will lead to organ failure and even death." Ansinth is LITERALLY never mentioned in any other context except for this tiny one-off paragraph from my notes in like...... 2006 or something, so I'm not sure if it's even canonical or if I'll keep it, but just something interesting I came across the other day!
Shery: she suffers from hay fever/seasonal allergies in the spring, but nothing too extreme! She just has to carry around her handkerchief and cough or blow her nose a lot!
Riel: my sickly child. Author-knowledge tells me that his lungs are probably mildly irritated by mold and mildew, but because he's never exposed to such environments, I don't think he knows this 😂 he often is uncomfortable in pollen-heavy or dander-heavy environments as well, though his allergic reactions tend to be much milder than Shery's! He mostly just feels tired/cranky/overtaxed rather than coughing or sneezing!
Chase: no allergies that we know of! It explains his general feeling of invincibility and arrogance, because not even the gods had the foresight to nerf him with traitorous histamines
Red: he is convinced he's allergic to bee stings, but he's not, he's just a mild drama queen. Eating certain kinds of foreign foods can upset his stomach (like snake medallions in sauce 😰) but it's unknown if that's an actual food allergy or just more of a delicate stomach!
Ayla: her stomach gets upset and she feels very nauseous when eating meat, but I think that's more of a food intolerance than an allergy? (Is there a difference? I'm not sure) Sometimes horse hair makes her itchy as well!
Briony: certain kinds of fruit (usually various types of melon) will give her a mild rash on her throat/neck or, in the most extreme cases, hives, but she is known to usually soldier through it unless she already doesn't like the fruit in question!
Lavinet: her lips and tongue swell up when consuming certain kinds of shellfish (like sea devil), which is why you never see her eating it!
Halek: ironically, I think he's a little lactose intolerant, even though he's secretly like the biggest cheese-lover in the game... 😂 he loves dairy!
Mimir: I believe she is immune to all earthly concerns, including allergies
Caine: no allergies, but he does seem to catch cold a little often!
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Today I absolutley sucked. ✌️
Last night I could not sleep (common issue in my world, I know.) No matter what sleep aid I took, what I did, last night was a bad night for me, it was particularly awful because it was my management shift today. YIPEE... so I ended up FINALLY managing to get myself to sleep for a light nap, I got up at 6am, threw on my work clothes and while I was looking in my drawer for socks, I literally fell asleep The sims 4 style from exhaustion while trying to find the socks. Then slept through two alarms that I set for work and suddenly I opened my eyes and realised it was light outside and instantly knew I was late as fuck because it was 9am and I wasn't meant to be on the floor, I was meant to be at my desk about 30 minutes previous to that moment. So I jump up and like any normal person, naturally I scream "SHIT" and I ran, SOCKLESS BY THE WAY, I ran so fast from my house to work I got to the other part of town in less than seven minutes and now I have blisters from my vans. JOY...
I get to work and a customer is pulling up and hops out of his car, he's like "do you open later now?" And I'm like frantic and out of breath telling him "no. I slept in, ill tell you more when I can breathe again." Because I ran RELENTLESSLY to the point where I was coughing and coughing and I'm trying to call admin and I can't even speak to admin because I can't catch my breath, she's like "imma call you back", I'm trying to set everything up in the shop, the dude who caught me outside decided to help put things up on display (which I really REALLY fucking appreciated) and I eventually got the shop together and made myself a coffee. I then popped to to toilets and l caught a glimps of myself in the mirror AND FUCK ME, I looked like I had been on a week long bender! My hair was all over, bags under my eyes, pale (probably from the lack of oxygen in my body) I looked dishevelled and ridiculous! 😂
Luckily for me because of how open I have been with the admin and higher up colleagues about what is going on in my life I was instantly given a decision of "no further action" because as it was said on the phone, they are aware of how much I have going on at the moment and they think it's a wonder that I power on through and haven't taken time off, which I appreciate. I also spoke to admin about everything new going on and found myself laughing at points and it was weird but nice, because she was laughing with me and i said "sorry I know I shouldnt laugh but I do just find myself laughing at that now. Like it's really not funny HA!" and she said "Misty, that's trauma, you've had a lot of trauma lately, sometimes when we process that we find ourselves looking back and laughing." While also laughing with me and she's very right.
Towards the end of my shift I was 30 minutes late out because people wouldn't leave and then some random guy decided to walk into my life and put £57 worth of coins made up of various small change into one of the machines and then turn to me and say "well that's one way to get rid of my shrapnel!" And smile. LITERALLY. It made me wish there was shrapnel in my brain because he could of just brought me the money and I would have changed it for him and not had to count it at stupid o'clock and TO TOP IT OFF. I HAD TO COIN EVERY PENNY AND THE MONEY WAS FUUUUCKING STICKY!!!! 🤮🤮🤮 I was too exhausted and cranky to be dealing with sticky dirty money!
In all seriousness I am not surprised I was so tired that I just flopped because at the moment I find myself feeling like a forgotten part of society. As a mother I have been in many situations in my life, I have been the teenage mother, I have been the workaholic motherand I have been the judged tattooed mother but weirdly I find this most recent one the toughest, and I can respect the fact that I have clawed my way to making it to a place where some people who didn't have kids as a teen would struggle to get to but there is literally no fucking help for a 30 year old woman who owns her own house who's relationship ended. Right now I am on antidepressants, sleep aid, iron, folic acid beause of b12 anemia, I'm working my ass off, not using childcare so it doesn't gobble up my wage. The other parent moved 40 minutes away and the only help I am getting is from my parents, for a day and a night a week, I'm still hosting the sleepovers, I'm still playing the games, I'm still making ends meet and on top of all that I am fixing up this house! It's like when your kids are over the age of 5 years old you are just expected to juggle on a unicycle with flaming wheels and keep the shit show going and smile til you drop and I don't get it! We just have to get though it! It seems to me eveytime you find a helping hand you can't reach for it because it will risk fuck up something else and its not fair. Nobody wants to end up a single parent at 30 but it seems like as a woman of this age, in this position in society you are pushed to your limit and backed into a corner.
On a lighter note, I have 2 days holiday now and I am taking the kids to their first gig tomorrow with my best friend! I am going to let my hair down and embarrass the life out of my kids! 😁
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I’m curious as to what you think elain and Lucien have in common, personality wise? What do you think their story will be about? What will be their conflicts? Obstacles? Suspense? That kind of thing.
I love you for this ask and I apologize because you're probably about to get way more than you bargained for.
I'm not sure SJM has created two characters who so strongly mirror one another. Rhys and Feyre were similar but they had noticeable differences to me in terms of their personality. Like Rhys really struggles with forgiveness and letting go of the past while Feyre is pissed at 3 pm, then over it at 3:04 pm (with Tamlin it was more like 3:55 but she's even moved forward since ACOFAS while Rhys is still holding a grudge as of SF). 😂. Feyre is also more open while Rhys still tends to hold his schemes close to the vest.
But Elain and Lucien. They are these two characters who have both suffered immense losses and violations to their bodies. Yet they still internalize their anger and sadness and don't lash out at others. I think people mistakenly believe they don't have much depth as a result but I actually think it's because of their reactions that prove how much they actually feel. All the times they aren't talking, yelling, or demanding to be seen is time they're spending turning everything over in their head. They're also observing the world around them, they're watching the interactions of others. And all that time they're spending simply paying attention adds to their knowledge of how relationships and society in general function.
They have also both ended up in places that they did not choose for themselves. Their responses to that are what I'd consider both a strength and a weakness. I love their optimism and attempt to make the best out of any situation they find themselves in but at the same time, they can be too complacent as a result. They haven't learned to fight for what they want and where they want to be and instead just allow life to happen to them.
Some other very similar core values they seem to share is a respect for tradition (I actually could provide text from the books to support all this but that would end up being extremely long so I’ll spare you). They have both mentioned an awareness of traditions and values of a certain place and why it’s important to uphold them.
They both share in the ability to apologize for having made mistakes and we actually see them make changes to their behaviors showing that they've learned from those mistakes.
It’s a weird thing to note but neither Lucien or Elain have said “Fuck”. Lucien has said “Shit” and “Hell” and Elain has said “Hell” but I find it interesting that they both share a similar manner of speaking and neither is what I’d call crass or vulgar. Speaking of “Hell”, they actually insult people in a similar manner and make similar jokes. After the Human Queens left, Elain said they could all “burn in Hell” and Lucien told Amarantha she could crawl back to the shit-hole she came from (we find this out after he tells Feyre about something that was sent (Amarantha) from the shit-holes of Hell. And they both made a joke about Amren being cranky.
They are both extremely social, good at talking to people, enjoy parties, enjoy the outdoors, and neither is afraid to show love and affection to their loved ones. Lucien told Feyre she was a better friend to him than he was to her (I don’t necessarily agree but Lucien felt it) and Elain acknowledges that she failed Feyre (it's note worthy that it happened before Elain even has a book) but realizes she’d always been the foundation that held them up. And both Lucien and Elain have held Feyre in their arms to comfort her at different points in the series.
As far as their story, I think it will start in Spring. Lucien is permanently stationed there as of SF and while I’m not entirely sure how Elain will end up there, there seem to be definite hints that it’s coming. I have this weird head-cannon that I can’t seem to shake that Elain is going to feel the drums of Fire Night and find herself pulled there because the magic is calling her to restore Spring (and she’ll possibly perform in the Rite with Lucien though I could see a few problems with that, one being that if the Magic chose someone for her (even if she were unaware of who that Male was), would she again feel violated as a result? Or would she feel connected enough to the lands that she was comfortable with it. If she is an owl shifter than her physically get there would be easy enough. I've also considered that the book will open with her staying in the townhouse to give herself some independence after some of what happened in SF.
Even if Calanmai doesn’t happen or doesn’t happen right away, I’m still certain she’ll be going to Spring where she and Lucien will begin interacting. I think they will both be extremely instrumental in getting Spring back on it’s feet, helping the people believe in the leadership again. Once that happens, the armies will be in a stronger position to join in the upcoming war efforts. And I do think the reason Elain will be capable of this is that she's been gifted Goddess of Healing like powers to restore a fallen land.
I also see them traveling to the continent to help free Vassa. It’s possible Koschei is Valg and from TOG we know that fire can defeat him though I don’t think Lucien’s fire can stand up to the lake where he’s at. There’s a line in SF where Briallyn states Eris’s fire wouldn’t have withstood it so I think that’s a hint of something that will be a problem for Lucien. Either this would be an opportunity for Elain to step up and use what I think are her healing powers (again, something else we know that can defeat the Valg) or maybe along with Elain’s powers, Lucien will discover more of his Day powers. I’m not 100% if they’ll actually defeat Koschei or just manage to free Vassa while Koschei finds a way to escape from the lake. If SJM plans on bringing the Asteri to Prythian in the final book (and depending on what number book Elucien’s would be) than I could see her having them defeat Koschei in their story since the Asteri would then be the new big bad.
Major conflicts would be both Lucien and Elain addressing their past loves and finally letting go of them so they can move forward. Elain learning to let go of her stubbornness over something she believes wasn’t her choice and realizing that even with accepting her destiny, she still has a choice in it. I don’t think Elain will act quite as hostile as Nesta did towards Cassian but I have no doubt we’re going to see a little fire from her when she first starts interacting with Lucien. She might touch upon how her sisters and even Az view her as someone in need of protecting when she no longer needs it. I also think we’re going to witness the emotional bombshell that is Lucien discovering who his real father is as well as making some sort of peace with both Eris and Tamlin. I’m not sure Lucien will ever have the same close relationship with Tamlin as he once did but I can see them finding peace with one another and then maintaining a casual acquaintance in the future. I do see his relationship with Eris growing stronger though.
Really, there are so many loose threads surrounding both Elain and Lucien. She would take their story in so many directions. (Will they stay in Spring for awhile or head to Day? Will Helion be High Lord for years to come or will SJM find a way to have Lucien take over? Could Lucien step up as High King? ). Personally I don’t think the Autumn Court will play a huge role in Lucien’s book only because I feel like it would make more sense to be a focal point if Gwynriel end up together (what with her unknown grandfather and all and Eris, looking to take over the throne, as an ally of the NC. But still. Lucien does have ties to Autumn, Spring, Day, the Human Lands, etc. and Elain has always wanted to travel. They both have unknown powers, they’re both sort of the underdogs of the series, they are the only Mates of the series who instantly knew they were Mates and had the bond snap into place.
I could be way off base with all of this but I just hope that the one thing I’m not wrong on is an Elucien endgame!
Also, I apologize because I was rambling with my thoughts and it might all sound a bit convoluted!
#pro elucien#acotar theory#acotar headcanon#Elain and Lucien#pro elain archeron#pro lucien vanserra#sarah j maas#elucien
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