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fairyofshampgyu · 9 months

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Been in a dom gyu brainrot lately I HAVE BETRAYED MY ROOTS IK IM A DISGRACE 😟😪 IT WONT LEAVE MY MINDHSJ ITS PAINFUL BUT ANYWAY SHORT DISCOMBOBULATED DRABBLE

Thinking about high sex w stoner boy beomgyu with piercings ! whose always known to get into some kind of trouble all the time, always mischievous and teasing and your friends saying he’s bad a influence on you and you shouldn’t hang out with him that much but you still do and don’t listen to them, always dismissing and saying you have absolutely NO feelings whatsoever and that it is PURELY platonic despite harbouring the most intense feelings for this guy sigh…😟 but you know he’s only trouble and probably doesn’t like you that way so you just kinda ignore it.

But one day you find yourself in a random quiet empty bedroom at a college party with him, sitting on the bed together as he smokes a joint and you both talk and laugh about random shit away from the mess of a party going on.

Beomgyu nonchalantly offers you his joint and you, slightly timid stumble and admit you’ve never tried it. Beomgyu only grinning at you, eyes lighting up at that and insisting that you should at least try, saying he really wants to get high w you and that it would be so fun with you, saying that he’d make you feel safe, it’d just be the both of you you trust him right? You’re good friends after all 🤷‍♀️.

And so you awkwardly take the joint, doing what he tells you to do, a bit nervous and embarrassed and still confused despite the simple introductions. Beomgyu chuckling at you and coming closer to you as he decides to just hold the joint for you instead and places it to your mouth, guiding you in and it feels way too intimate with the way he’s looking at you as well.

It doesn’t take long before the weed starts to kick in, both of you taking long drags and passing the joint round and you guys getting extremely high off your asses, anything and everything becoming funny.

“Heyyyy, heyy gyu. What’s shotgunning? I’ve heard it before idk what is is thoughh. What is it?” it’s a genuine curious question your stoned self asks and beomgyu’s eyes widen for a split second before he’s smirking widely and raising a brow at you.

“Could show you if you want~” And you nod your head rapidly, stoned self just so curious and innocent, it’s hard for beomgyu to contain himself.

He cups your cheek and comes even closer to your face, lips very lightly grazing at yours but enough that you can feel his snake bite lips rings faintly on you as he smugly puffs the smoke into your mouth, his eyes not leaving yours as he grins, hand still softly on your cheek, your mouth hanging open as you gasp loudly, not believing what’s even happening rn.

“Come on now it’s only fair you do it to me too right?” Beomgyu sits back, and stares at you, ego a bit too high rn as you hesitantly shuffle closer to him, feeling your face drastically heat up and you take a drag nervously, slowly inching towards him before beomgyu’s impatient self sighs and pulls you into his lap so sudden and harsh you yelp.

You take turns shotgunning, lips faintly touching but never enough, your brain and the room clouded over with curls of heavy smoke and weed as you breathe heavily and your face is still so heated up, eyes half lidded. Beomgyu finally pulling away and stopping, softly giggling and asking if you get it now.

Your baked ass then touching his lips, running your fingers over his lip piercings, eyes crazed and babbling about how hot you’ve always found his snake bites hot and beomgyu chuckling at that, both of you staring into each others eyes and looking down at your lips that he finds himself smashing his lips with yours, making out intensely but sloppily for what feels like hours, beomgyu hovering on top of you as his rough kisses start to trail elsewhere and you can’t help whimpering his name as he sucks hickeys and goes even further to your collarbone and his hands roaming practically everywhere, him still teasing you until you’re pleading that you need him so bad and right now.

Not even a breath later and he’s fucking into you with frantic urgency, not bothering to take either of your clothes off, settling for quickly pushing his baggy ripped jeans slightly down and pulling your panties to the side, lifting your shirt up so he can see your tits jiggling as he practically pounds into you erratically, hips smacking with yours as he moans even louder than you the entire time, rubbing his thumb over your clit, still making out with you and smelling the strong scent of weed from each other, still so dazed and both your minds fogged even more sensitive because of the drugs, everything feeling 10x stronger as he desperately tries to make you cum on his cock and it’s not long before he’s coating you too and fucking the cum back into you, fucking whilst stoned so messy

Then you wake up the next day, trying to remember what even happened, freaking the shit out and ready to run away any second, nearly leaping out the bed but beomgyu only pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist so you can’t escape, sleepy and stupid grin on his face, mumbling about how he hopes you don’t regret it and that he definitely doesn’t

“Hmm~let’s skip classes today and cuddlee. You’re so comfy.”

“You’re always skipping classes, choi beomgyu.”

“So what?! You still like me hehe”

“When did I ever say I liked you?!”

“As if I wouldn’t notice. You’ve been giving me heart eyes for ages. It was cute loll. You were so bad at hiding it~”

#I literally don’t even know what this is #ITS LATE AND ITS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT I CANT SLEEP #HELP ME IT MAKES NO SENSE #beomgyu smut #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #can you tell this is like the first time I’ve ever written sub reader 😟

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pantherxrogers · 10 months

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Dating Luca (The Bear Headcanon)

Content warnings: kinda smutty 18+ only, explicit language, there's fluff too :)

A/N: Idc how much screen time Luca got, he has a whole personality in my head LMAO 😩 I hope you guys enjoy more Luca content! This is super short, but I had so much fun writing it 😄 My requests are wide open, so let me know what you'd like to see next! <3 If you liked this, please like/reblog! It means a lot! 😘

Summary: A short headcanon of what I imagine it'd be like to date our fav pastry chef 🥰

Let’s start with the fluffffff 😊

I feel like most of the reason we all love Luca (aside from the fact that Will Poulter plays him) is that he’s so gentle (but have you guys heard the term Stern Brunch Daddy?)

Let’s say you’re not very good at baking, doesn’t matter because he’s fully committed to teaching you. He will literally start with something as basic as baking a cookie from scratch and later making more complex desserts. It doesn’t even matter how long it takes because he just enjoys being around you :’)

Speaking of spending time together, Luca’s love language is defffff quality time.

When he spoke about learning from the chef who was much better than him (Carmy??) it made me think about how much he would enjoy just being around the person he loves. Whether you’re baking, watching a movie, or even napping together, the pair of you are like magnets.

He shares his love of food with you every chance he gets (he wants to combine two of his greatest loves 😭)

Going out to dinner with a chef is always a unique experience, but no matter what he’s letting you choose the restaurant (if he has to choose he'll just wind up cooking something for you at home since he can make it better anyways)

Thinking about how he’d definitely bake a birthday cake for you, spending hours on it because it needs to be perfect 😪 (he could bake a cake in his sleep but this isn’t just ANY cake)

He asks you to sample everything whenever he's coming up with a new menu item, he trusts your judgement and knows you'll be honest with him

When he’s working late, he tells you not to wait up for him (much to your displeasure) but every morning, you wake up to a new dessert in the fridge 🥺

He’s been doing it since you moved in together just because he knows it makes you smile (he’ll even leave little notes behind, sometimes silly, sometimes super sappy) you eat it up regardless

Now for the smutty stuff 😈

In the beginning of your relationship, Luca is SUUUPER shy. Like to the point that you have to literally spell it out that you want him to make a move.

Like Carmy, he doesn’t really have much time for socializing, so he might miss the cues that you throw at him.

The first time Luca spends the night at your apartment, he’s sure he’s going to pass out on like three different occasions

1. When you open the door, you’re wearing a satin robe that leaves very little to the imagination (He’s hard before he even sits down)

2. You’re baking together in the kitchen, taking every opportunity to bend over and "grab a mixing bowl", flashing your lacy thong in the process.

3. When you move into your bedroom because you’re getting “tired”, you ask him to unhook your bra for you, making a show of sliding the robe down your shoulders. And whoops! It just so happens to fall to the floor. 🤗

By that point, you’re done with the subliminals, pushing your ass back, feeling him straining against his jeans. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands (it’d be adorable if you weren’t painfully horny rn)

“Luca, you can touch my boobs if you want to, I swear I won’t mind,” you playfully tease him, shifting into a sigh when his hands immediately connect with your sensitive nipples.

That’s actually how the both of you found out that manhandling is one of the quickest ways to turn you on

Later in your relationship, he makes a show of tapping your ass (when it’s appropriate of course)

He casually shows his strength a lot because he knows it gets you going (thinking of him picking up those packs of flour 😓)

Both of you love the soft moments too. He’s a passionate lover, so slow, gentle sex is always amazing

Back to our regularly scheduled, fluffy programming 😋

Overall, I see Luca as a sweet, loyal boyfriend. The way he spoke about the chef he shadowed (again, do we think it was Carmy??) it seems like he really values the close relationships in his life

Of course, he values his relationship with you the most, always wanting to be the best version of himself for you (and vice versa) 🥰

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#the bear #the bear fx #the bear fanfiction #the bear fanfic #will poulter fanfiction #will poulter #will poulter fanfic #will poulter x reader #will poulter smut #will poulter imagine #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto #𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ⊹ ˚˖⋆｡ ra ra fics

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hanniluvi · 5 months

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( 🧥 ) HIS BEIGE SWEATER — JAKE SHORT FIC

[ DAY THREE ] of the advent calendar !

( 🧥 ) SYNOPSIS . you still remember, the 3rd of december, where he gave you his sweater. you would never forget that day.

( ˙ᵕ˙ ) PAIRING . jake x gn!reader ~~ WC 0.8K+ ( 827 )

( 🧥 ) GENRE . fluff, angst, realized too late kind of thing 😪

( ˙ᵕ˙ ) WARNINGS . INSPIRED BY THE SONG “HEATHER” BY CONAN GRAY , nothing but bittersweet

( 🧥 ) NOTE . IK NICHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE NEXT, but i had the random urge to write jake angst … AND ITS DEC 3RD, I HAD TO WRITE TO HEATHER FOR THIS EVENT !! so … yes … here we are … sorry nicho and jake my baes 😢

"Hey YN!" Jake greets with a wave, sprinting toward you as he spots you seated on the porch steps. You respond with a smile, reciprocating the friendly gesture. When he reaches you, he comes to a halt and promptly takes a seat beside you.

"Hey Jake," you shiver slightly, rubbing your arms. He catches you, suddenly adopting a serious expression. You glance in his direction, finding him crossing his arms, which elicits a small chuckle from you. “Now what, Sim Jaeyun?”

“Okay, not you pulling out the government name!”

“Sorry…!” You smile, both knowing it was a playful tease, and he acknowledges it with a grin.

Jake playfully scolds, "Anyways, you should have worn something warmer, YN. Like seriously, just a long sleeve shirt in a weather like this?"

You chuckle, "I didn't expect it to be this cold, honestly. I was just out to get some fresh air.”

Without another word, he removes the sweater he’s wearing, and hands it over to you. “Here.”

“Huh?”

“Wear it,” he insists, still holding it out to you, patiently waiting for you to take it from his grasp. He shoots you a slightly confused expression, wondering about the source of your hesitation. “What? Want me to help put it on you or something?”

He grins instantly when you finally take it from him, though you still appear a bit hesitant. “Are you sure? You’re going to be cold, y'know.”

“You’ve been out here longer than me. I can deal with it for a bit.”

You ease into the sweater, still hesitant. "Are you sure about this, Jake?"

“Yeah, I’m sure. You can borrow all my stuff for all I care,” he responds nonchalantly.

“Oh well… thank you for the sweater, Jake,” you hum, taking in the light, sweet cologne that lingers on his beige sweater. As you glance at your side, you make eye contact with Jake, surprised to find him still looking at you. “Um… what are you looking at?”

“It’s nothing—it looks better on you than it ever could on me,” he smiles.

Curiosity piqued, you inquired, "What makes you say that?" Jake grins, his eyes holding a playful sparkle. "Because I like you, YN."

Because I like you, YN.

How you wished you could go back to December 3rd 2022 just to hear those words once more.

In that moment, you wished you could express everything you feel. To tell him how much you like him — his smile, his presence, his jokes — to lay bare the evidence of your affection, to confess that what you feel goes beyond mere liking; it's love.

Sighing, you snap out of your thoughts, glancing at your home screen—December 3rd, 2023. You can't help but wonder if he would give you his sweater again, though the chances seem unlikely. “YN!” a familiar voice calls out, and as you turn around, there's Jake, wearing the same smile and surprisingly, the same sweater from that memorable day. It feels like deja vu, a moment echoing the past.

“Hey Jake,” you greet, a smile playing on your lips. In your mind, you wonder what he might ask of you this time, a curiosity tinged with a hint of anticipation. How you wished you could experience that day once more.

This scenario feels too familiar, and you can't help but grin at his concern, secretly hoping for a repeat of the sweater gesture. "Well, you know, I didn’t think it would be that cold again," you say, stealing a glance at his familiar beige sweater.

He catches your gaze, a mischievous smile forming. "Speaking of which, do you think I look good—" he asks, pointing to his sweater.

Caught off guard, you blurt out, "I’ll take—" without thinking, momentarily forgetting your initial expectation of getting the sweater. “Wait, what?”

“Huh?” he says, clearly confused.

“Nevermind…what were you saying?” you awkwardly say, realizing you got ahead of yourself.

“I was asking if I look good 'cause… you know, I wanna impress her.”

Oh.

You should’ve known.

“Oh—yeah, yeah. You look great,” you respond, a hint of bitterness coloring your words.

"Thanks," Jake grins, seemingly satisfied with your response. Just then, he spots someone in the distance and without much explanation, he hurries off.

Confused, you follow his gaze and realize he's approaching another person, a girl who was wearing the same amount of layers you had that night. She was pretty, you had to admit.

Observing from a distance, you witness Jake taking off the sweater and handing it over to her. It feels like a familiar scene, as if you're reliving the same moment from a different perspective.

A pang of self-realization hits you. There's no right to be jealous; after all, it was your opportunity to seize, and it slipped away before you could even grasp it. Regret settles in as you reflect on the missed chance, contemplating the unspoken feelings you've harbored for Jake.

If Jake only knew how much you loved him.

💭 — ok but why jake lowkey sucker by jonas brother coded … sorry guys im Like brainstormining

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megumimania · 8 months

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AOT LONDON BOY HCS PT 2

featuring: reiner, onyankopon, armin

a/n: this is part two of these hcs, part one is here! thanks for tuning in its kinda rushed my bad 😪, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

ARMIN

-armin would be from islington or finchley maybe even south, but I don’t see him living in like bougie areas such as kensington or chelsea or like richmond

- him and eren went to the same primary and secondary together

-armin was literally his get out of jail free card because of his stellar reputation in academics

-he always gets free stuff from the corner shop or the chicken and chip shop

-doesn’t own a car, he either bikes or takes the tube because he cares about the environment and doesn’t want to add onto the extra pollution in london

-his dress sense is very casual like a t shirt, a pair of loose fitted trousers and some trainers but when he cant be bothered he’ll wear a tech fleece

-he has a very good sense of direction, like he knows the fastest routes for anything, like when eren and connie dragged him to carni (if you went this year im saur jealous 😩 but anyways) and it was time to get home armin found a quicker route that got them back pretty fast

-knows all the best secret spots in london for anything! which makes hanging out with him more fun because you experience a new part of london when you’re together

-he isnt a fan of eren’s scamming ways but when eren asks for help he always answers as long as he’s not a part of it

-london men i feel like are terrible with their feelings but armin is the exception, he would be very open with you about his feelings and such

-reads so much, you’ll catch him at hyde park or greenwich park reading till the sun sets

-he smokes cigarettes but he’s trying to cut it out for you

-his playlist would be very diverse since he’s been brought up in a multicultural area, like it would go from bashment, to rnb, drill to pop

-unlike his unserious counterparts *cough cough* eren and connie, he’s very loyal!

ONYANKOPON

-my ghanaian king, shoutout to my ghanaians!!

-he speaks twi so well that people forget he was brought up in the uk

-he would be from peckham or lewisham for suree, he’s deffo been dragged around by his mum round rye lane market on a saturday morning carrying that trolley with him

-he goes to a pentecostal church, he’s always leading youth service and helping out at church events.

-the aunties love him for this because he’s the perfect son that they don’t have and they just love him in general

-ony can cook and im being for real, so you guys never eat out unless ony wants to show you to a new niche restaurant somewhere

-he has snap but doesn’t have a bitmoji because he thinks it’s immature 😕 but eventually he caves and makes one because you ask him too

-hes always promoting his boys stuff whether that be music,

-he deffo went to an all boys secondary and then he went to a mixed sixth form after, he gives me those vibes

-he used to go to the library to link girls after school 😭 he had a big playboy phase but hes calmed down

-he used to be one of those people at stratford westfield trying to sell you magazines before you enter

-hes not stingy with his money, hes always spoiling the people he loves

-he has a bunch of caps and grills that he likes to rotate out weekly, he has great style

-he works in corporate london so its rare that you dont see him outside of a suit and tie but he always makes time for you

-ony is always holding your bag for dear life when you go to bait areas like oxford street or westfields or like the tourist spots because people be getting their shit stolen loool

-he loves late night tesco trips anything that he can do at night i.e late night walks, drives etc

-bossman is always giving him discounts on stuff because ony is loyal customer.

REINER

-look at that man and tell me he wouldnt be from essex tell me!! like thats pure dagenham material right there

-if you search up a typical person from essex, he would come up

-he probably owns those skintight chinos with those ugly polos with the church shoes

-he tries to downplay his accent a bit since sometimes its hard to understand him but when hes upset his accent comes through in full force

-always at spoons or at the club till early hours

-reiner gives me bricklayer vibes so thats what im gonna roll with

-when he comes home from work in summer hes like hot and sweaty but it makes his biceps glow so its kinda sexy idk

-has a bunch of tattoos, most of them are birthdays of family members and a picture of his grandma who passed away

-has a british bulldog called belle, the dog is fucking scary but reiner thinks the world of her and thinks she can do no wrong

-listens to mainly dnb, garage, techno

-downs pints at the pub like it’s nothing, he has a high alcohol tolerance

-proper geezer that’s all i have to say tbh!

#aot x reader #armin x reader #onyankopon x reader #attack on titan #aot fluff #aot headcanons #vina writes #aot reiner #aot x black!reader #black writblr #aot x black reader #armin attack on titan #armin arlert x reader #aot onyankopon #reiner braun #aot

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tokio-motel · 9 months

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IM ALIVE

and i love you too baeeee and dw idc when you finish this😘

whole band headcannons seperate ofc with there bf(or gn reader if you cant include much but if you can include a little thats chill idc) who is so fucking stupid

like karen from mean girls stupid. for example if someone asked him if he was top or bottom he'd be like "oh bottom! top bunks make me nervous." like💀💀

and another example is if he cooked something and it's hot he'd only say careful its hot AFTER you choke on how hot it is😭

i feel like they'd love him so much but sometimes he's just real fucking dumb💀💀💀

also you don't have to use the first two those are just examples ofccc i love youuuuu

TOKIO HOTEL X DUMB MALE READER

hi bb! ilym 😋🙏 i hope this is good enough cuz recently my work has been iffy...........

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BILL:

・He finds this shit funny bro

・Can't help but smile whenever you say some dumb shit.

・He feels like he's dreaming if you tell him late at night

"Bill?"

".....what?"

"... Why do we need farmers if we have grocery stores?"

・If you say that shit at 2AM he'd spend the rest of the night thinking about it.

・He gets headaches from how hard he thinks about it

"M/N..how do you even conjure up this type of stuff.."

・He can't tell if your genuinely confused or just fucking with him.

・He doesn't care though, he loves you and your stupidity.

・Actually finds himself asking you more and more questions just to see how far your imagination goes.

TOM:

・this cunt will laugh at you

・Let's out a few chuckles when you said something dumb for the first time

・He then realised you weren't joking and were actually serious 💀

"Why doesn't earth just..fall? Why are we floating?"

"..."

"M/N..- what the fuck is wrong with you."

・Sometimes he just agrees with whatever your saying and encourages you to go on, seeing how long he can go without chuckling

・He's not judging you- he actually really loves this about you.

・He will NEVER admit it but his heart melts whenever you say the dumbest shit.

・He tries not to correct you for the sake of your ego 🤷🏻🤷🏻

GEORG:

・He's like a dad with a dumb kid in this situation 💀

"Georg- does carbonated water have carbs?"

"Not exactly, M/N. The reason for this is....."

・He'd explain everything to you bro 😪

・Very unlike Tom.

・I feel like he's fine with whatever you say but like physical things get to him

・Like for example if you just mopped the floor and he comes in, stepping into the room as he nearly slips and grabs onto whatever piece of furniture will secure him.

"Oh by the way, Georg, the floor is wet. So be careful going in the room!"

"...Thanks."

・He can't help but chuckle to himself

・He nearly sprained his ankle but he didn't really care- he finds it cute how oblivious you are.

・You make him happy and thats all that matters to him.

GUSTAV:

・His brain stops processing for a minute.

・Stares at you for a minute as he thinks of something to say back.

"I'm so confused... Is an egg a fruit or vegetable?"

".. Good question. Why don't you look it up?"

・Like Tom he cant help but let out small guffaws and chuckles

・He has a few small burns on his fingertips from cooking with you.

"Oh Gustav can you check the pan?"

"Yeah sure, M/N...OH FUCK! -"

"Watch out, the stoves on!"

・At the end of the day he doesn't really care

・He love you way to much, like it's actually concerning how much he loves you.

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ineed-douma-sobadly · 2 months

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𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮

warnings !!: douma x fem!reader, mentions pussy & dick, being tied up, douma getting turned on, fucking, douma has feelings !!

lately doumas been feeling like you don't love him as much as you to and wants to apologize. He really wants to make it up to you but he's busy with about 100+ of people's complaints all day and night. One his days off is mainly his time for missions he has to go to and assort other business. All day while attending his followers complaining, all he overthinks is you seeing someone else. So one night, he left in the middle of one without saying a word to the person leaving them clueless and staring at their leader who was supposed to be listening. that night, when he enter the room he saw you sleeping on your side like the most beautiful women he's seen (𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷.) he came over to you wrapping one of his arms around your waist making you wake up a little.

"oh! I'm sorry for disturbing you." Douma said after noticing that you woke up. You gave him a reassuring smile that made him know you acknowledged him.

"I'm sorry for having so many things to do I barely see you at all lately. If there's anything I can do let me know. it that's ok~?" Douma whispered in your ear desperately. You where half asleep and couldn't think straight.

"I'm fine with what ever you do. Nothings gonna hurt me if it's half your fault.." Douma heard your soft tired voice and it made him weak. You rolled over facing him now that you where somewhat awake. Douma started petting through your hair as you where right up against him facing each other. you started caressing through his hair also. doumas hand started wondering down your back and rubbing on it. basically 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰. your wrapped you arms over his neck as you where on the verge of falling back to sleep.

"Don't go to sleep yet my beautiful lotus~ I still have to remind you how much I cherish and love you."

The second he said that your heart immediately started beating in your chest. You couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear. But however, you did look forward to it was you felt douma put his hands around your legs and lift your clothes up all the way. Before you could fully tense up he hushed

"its only me. No need to get all riled up"

you decided to get your self caught in the moment and started to undress him as well to get im into it to.

"aw~ Look at you! You want it too~♡"

you hid your face in your arm while smirking. douma got up and grabbed up a string from over on the side dresser. He grabbed both your hands and tied them above you. Your gasp gave him a chance to get his mouth inside your giving you a 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 passionate kiss. While one hand was cuffing your hands. The other one was caressing between your legs. He was basically soaking his hand with your juices before slowly going into your clit. The noises you let out made his dick twitch.

"Now, do you feel appreciated by me?~"

"I always have love." You said between trying to catch your breath.

"Good. But I think I wanna do this a little more don't you think?" Douma told you while sounding slutty as ever. You didn't even answer his question and spread your legs giving douma a silent answer. It was Botta be a very long time of just you and him you both wanted at that time. A night full of skin slapping together and sweet pleasure for both of you.

But the cultists on the other side of the door was disturbed by the lewd things they witnessed between douma and his mistress.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG😍😋🥰🤤😪

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adelheidvonschicksal · 4 months

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I don't even like thinking about toji taking megumis girl. Like, in my mind he's trying to atone 😪

Yes!!! Let’s talk about it!

He loves ‘Gumi so much. He was just having a bit of a ✨ emotional breakdown ✨ during that whole selling him off deal. And personally I was coming off the Shouto train so it hits twice as hard cause he always gets his GF taken by Endeavor or Dabi (sometimes Bakugo), which Dabi makes sense since he HATES Shouto. But post-atonement Enji 😭I totally get the kink though (tbh I kinda like it in reverse 🤭). There’s actually a really GOOD fic I like called U&I with Bully!Megumi and you sleep with Toji to kinda get back at him after finding out he’s been using you. I like the revengeful ones or when it’s a 2-parter and they find out what you did.

BUT I DIGRESS, okay so I got some big brainrot and I was half asleep and started thinking about it and ahh! Plus I didn't post for his birthday so this is like the most slap together, grammarless of my brain rotting (and you brought it about Nonnie, so you gotta take responsibility lol) but:

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(SFW) Imagine okay, like a modern AU: Toji is trying to be a better dad after the endless benders after losing his wife. He went from floating from random woman to woman, trying to catch that feeling again like when he was with his first wife. It always devolves into the same thing with him squeezing them dry for every penny he can get before moving on to the next with Megumi in tow. Sometimes it didn’t include Megumi, Toji would leave him alone for weeks to months at a time as he got older, occasionally bringing home some new mom that he’ll eventually abandon at the end of the day or that eventually gets tired of him; tired of both of them because Megumi refused to be nice to anyone Toji brought home.

But it finally hits him to be better, to try to be a good parent. Sadly, it’s too late. Megumi is a teenager now, one year from graduating high school and going to college, where Toji will definitely not have any chance to atone. He doesn’t blame the kid, it’s his own fault.

However, he sees a lot of himself in his son. The apathy that borders depression, the lone wolf attitude, the quietness and independent streak, the very small number of friends (if any, because Megumi NEVER brings anyone over or talks about school at all, usually avoids talking to him in general). He isn’t really sure what to say to the kid, not that he’s figured it all out himself or that Megumi would even listen to him. Indifference was the best he could hope for most of the time.

Then one day, he shows up at home with someone. A girl, even. And you’re cute, way too chipper to be following around his wallflower of a kid. Always entering and leaving with a “Hi, Mr. Fushiguro. Bye, Mr. Fushiguro. Looking good today, Mr. Fushiguro. Love the haircut, Mr. Fushiguro. Rocking that sweater, Mr. Fushiguro. Have a good day, Mr. Fushiguro.”

You seem too good for nobodies like them; and when he teases Megumi with the notion, his son claims you’re just his class partner for this semester, nothing else. But Toji sees how soft he gets around you, the little bit of extra effort he puts in trying to make conversation when you’re over, the blush and grouchy embarrassed complaints he makes whenever Toji tells him to leave his room door open when you guys work on projects in there. The complaints usually get a little quieter given the right laugh from you.

You have a good effect. Megumi seems a little less tense, walking the world with a little less cynicism even though it’s still clearly there. He starts hanging out with two other kids from his school, Megumi claims they’re your friends, not his, but Toji has seen the pink haired boy over twice without you. Overall, you all seem like a really good kids.

One weekend you pop because you and your friends were in the neighborhood and wanted to see if Megumi wanted to join in on whatever you’re doing. Unfortunately, Megumi’s not home, but it gives Toji a small window to prod you a little about your relationship with Megumi. He’s observant enough to notice by now that the two of you like each other but he just wanted to hear it from you, and you make the most darling lovesick face when he asks. As far as he can piece together, you’re not dating officially but the entire world treats you as you are.

When Megumi finds out what happened though. He doesn’t like it, and he makes it clear that the interference was highly unappreciated it. Toji is simply sitting in the kitchen and trying to enjoy his apple, and he’s getting the interrogation treatment by this little gremlin (affectionately) half his size.

“What were the two of you talking about?” “Nothing in particular.” “If you don’t need anything then don’t bother her.” “Why? You don’t want me speaking to her?” “No. She isn’t your type anyway.”

Then, Megumi starts going off on a tangent of why Toji shouldn’t be interested. You’re too young, you're still months off from 18, you don’t have any money for him to leech, and there’s no way you can decide on a movie together with that age gap; 'You’ll kick the bucket 30 years before her' is the meanest one though.

Based on the disrespect, it still looks like Toji has a lot of work to put in but it’s almost cute, in an grouchy, bratty (also affectionately) sea urchin type way that he’s getting so worked up over you. He thinks the kid will combust if he mentions that he does think you’re cute (in an overly energetic bubbly kind of way), and it makes him release a short chuckle as he resists the intrusive thought, which only serves to make Megumi’s frustration even worse.

Normally, he'd get tired at this point and ask if Megumi was done mouthing off yet, but this time it makes him glad to see Megumi getting so worked up over something. It’s a good feeling to know his actions didn’t completely ruin his son, that he didn't completely destroy Megumi's ability to care about life like his former family and the world had once done to him. It makes smile the tiniest bit even as Megumi seems to try to trudge away after making his point. Whatever point there was to be had. The boy is such a chronic overthinking about everything and everyone, including if you’re one of those girls at the school that squeal when they see him pick him up at school on the rare occasion.

“Hey,” Toji calls out to get his attention. “Do you know what you’re doing?” It’s not the best words but it’s the only way to sum up the familiar feelings he gets of his past, right after he left his family, right before he met Megumi’s mom. And after losing her without ever really making the most of everything back then and treasuring the moments together. “It’s hard to find something like that. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

He can sense the tension draining from Megumi, the panic and shaky nervousness from seconds ago leaving in the form of drooped shoulders and a soften, mildly confused expression as he looks back at him. Something seems to finally click in that overly worked brain of the younger Fushiguro and he mumbles, “I know.”

And Megumi gets that look again, that quiet one, too caught up in his own head.

"Do I need to make room for a daughter-in-law in that case?" he asks lazily before taking another bite of his apple, the chewing echoing. It's enough to earn some grumbles and a red face. He smirks when the boy quickly decides to hobble back to his room and hide away in embarassment. Like a normal kid.

And Toji thinks that maybe…a small maybe… that maybe they’ve gotten a little closer. If only in that moment. Regardless, he really hopes that the talk is one of those things the school already covered because he really doesn’t want to be responsible for that.

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi fluff #female reader

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clarks-letterman · 1 year

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violentine | edward cullen x reader

a/n — the pics don’t really match, cant find anything red for eddy boy😪 meant to get this out last week for v-day (vampire day, valentines day, you name it) but work and school and work and school and work and school and work and school and work and you get my point

summary — Edward visits on Valentine's day. . . right as it starts.

warnings — straddling, m@sturbation (Edward), solo sex, one watches (the reader)

words — 2k

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Click, the sound emanated from your window. Click. There it was again. You assumed that it was rain—harsh pellets hitting your window as the seasons changed from the cold and bitter winter to the warmth and love of the soon-to-arrive spring.

Click. Again, there it was, like an incessant beg from the clock on the wall, reminding you to spend the time you had with a passion that should never die. Expected but unfamiliar was the sound. On the fourth, most obnoxious click, you stammered to the window in total darkness. Edward stood out from the shadows, a large bouquet of some breed of flower in his one hand as he readied his aim with another pebble.

He dropped it when he saw you slide the window open. "I was about to invite myself in," he called up to you.

"Edward it's—" You paused, glancing over at the clock that hung on the wall over your bed. Both hands pointed up, but one was dipped by the other by only a fraction, caught in its arms. "Twelve-o-one."

In a flash, he was up through the window and standing in your room. "That's a minute too late. Happy Valentines day."

You could see what was in his hands better—a clump of white petals stemming into individual flowers—roses was their name. White roses, it must have been a joke since he sucked all the red pigment from their folios.

You could also see his attire, clean and layered with an expensive watch to match and the usual mess of hair that looked like he had just woken up, even though he never needed a wink of sleep to look as gorgeous as he was. All of it was a sharp contrast from your relaxed attire; pajama bottoms and a loose-fitting tee. You felt painfully under-dressed in the moment, and unprepared, as you too had a gift. The only difference was that your gift was still as naked as you, lacking any wrapping paper or disguise to keep an aura of mystery, much like Edward's presence so early into the new day.

"They smell good," you thanked, taking them from him and setting them down on a nearby surface in your room. You made a mental note of getting a vase later for them while rushing to dig out Edward's surprise.

"If only you knew how yours makes me feel," he confessed.

"I think I have some idea," you teased, retrieving the object and returning to where he was. Edward retracted his arms from both sleeves of his jacket; yours were occupied with keeping his gift hidden behind your back as if it would actually keep him from seeing it. His panoramic senses had a way of ruining surprises, but you hoped that he wouldn't cheat the system this time. "Hey, I got you something. It's, uh, modern—something from my time that—"

"Stop trying to sell me on it. You bought it—I'll love it, no matter what." He went to reach around you, already tired of the charade, but you beat him to it and handed him a small plastic package that contained a jockstrap. Edward took it and his face fell before turning up and wrinkling into a smile. “You want to see me in this? I don't—no—I can't."

After a bit of convincing, you stood at one end of the room while Edward changed in the corner, keeping your eyes covered and closed per his request. The room was silent aside from the shuffling of fabric against itself and skin. A stone-chipped god such as himself made no creak in the floor, leaving you to be unsure of when he actually got the thing on. So much shuffling and movement. Maybe this was a necessity, because he must have had layers and layers and suspenders and knee-high socks on for it to take that long to change.

"Take your hands away but keep your eyes closed," his alluring voice commanded; soft but clear from beyond the distance between you and him.

The breeze around you shifted, and there was almost a palpable feeling of understanding to open your eyes. So you did, and the sight before you crossed purposes. An old face trapped in immaturity—a chiseled body made for a different time, now contoured by something non-contemporary. Perfect, if only by gradation.

Edward played dumb, "How did my clothes end up all the way over there?"

"How did you end up all the way over here?" You angled back at him, playing dumber.

"I think yours would look good with them," he spoke, never tearing away from your gaze—not even to blink.

"Me too."

The words were an invitation. He scaled down your neck with light kisses, undoing the wrapper of loose clothing and lingering smog from the end of yesterday, clouding your mind only with the feel of him. Such a violent creature treating his quarry so tender and soft. He reached the thin layer shaping your outline—your skin—in a matter of seconds, your slothful clothes now mingled with his formals. One piece in particular stood out to you, his boxers. He had done it, and you looked down to see the various straps hugging him nicely.

"Too small?" They looked like the aftermath of attempting to strangle a swan. Something so elegant as him weighed down by the brutality of sexual thirst.

"Maybe, if a little in the front," Edward gave a half-effort smile and a small laugh to go with the comment. Unlike Edward, the venomously teasing words left a lot to be desired.

"I'm serious!" You shoved him away, watching him take a few steps back and stretch the elastic conforming to his sculpted thighs and cadaverous backside, filling out like binary crescent moons. You couldn't fathom that, even stumbling, he made it look intentionally graceful. You flopped onto your bed, the cushion acting as quicksand as your sluggishness returned from being abruptly woken up. Though, you trudged on, determined to stay awake. If a man such as Edward had forgone sleep for decades and still looked the way that he did, then you could do it for one night.

His hands reached down to the crotch, which was the only piece of fabric actually covering something, and he readjusted it, "I'm just not used to it, is all."

"But I could definitely get used to that view," you joked, watching him spin around like a puppy-dog chasing its tail as he tried to fix one of the straps in the back. "Now, all I need is that baseball jersey to go with it. When I see that, you can suck me dry."

Edward found himself wading on his knees over lumps of mattress, "Speaking of. . . I hope you're not tired."

With a knee on either side of you—which to his unbecomingly hairy thighs and thin straps hooking around to his backside and to the thin belt encircling his lean hips—you answered him in defense, saying damn near anything to get to the furtive confines made of cloth and elastic, "I couldn't be. You're my nightmare—my adrenaline."

"Then you should start fighting me," he leaned down to whisper. But the tiredness bordering his bold contingence in your mind kept you down, and Edward physically preventing you from getting up didn't make it much easier. He sat, straddling your torso with enough care to make the pressure applied known, but not daunting, "If you can, that is."

"Why would I? You never take the opportunity to do anything fun," you whined.

He kept his face close to yours, looking it over as he remarked: "Risking your pretty face sounds fun?"

You refused to let up on the feeling. A relationship was more than words and vague actions of romance like showing up at your house at midnight. You simply wanted a little more. "I just wish we could have some more contact during a time like this."

"No one wants to go to space when they first see it; they just stare, mesmerized by stars and light in the sky. Let me have that—let me give you that," he begged.

"Sometimes it feels like you're all talk," you spat with a passion. Edward was easy to love for his profound outlook on things thanks to his time spent in various places, but it became easy to hate when that was all he offered at certain moments. But, to your surprise, he caved.

"Then you do it. Tell me everything you would do if you had dictative will over me."

In what seemed like a rebuttal, he pulled himself out of the jockstrap from the side. You could see a light gathering of hair around the pubic bone, easily identifiable by the thin area due to the absence of excess fat.

You paused, taking a moment to think. Even then, you struggled to string together something to say, "I'd. . . taste you? Fuck, Ed, I don't know how to phrase it."

"No that's good, keep going," he seemed to like the effort, at least. He went from a half-chubbed cock to something harder with the ability to bob in the air on its own for a few seconds.

You decided on what you would do, answering him with certainty, "I would—I would kiss you. All over—everywhere."

"Everywhere?" He asked, tugging thoroughly at himself. He ensured that his hand met the base and worked its way up to the tip in a screwing motion, twisting around his shaft for a heightened sense of pleasure.

"Every imperfect fold and bit of skin that sparkles, Ed." He liked that idea, too. Edwards face twisted from it's set of gorgeous placement to a strong expression of pleasure.

"What else?" He huffed out, feigning a loss of breath. Maybe, he was simply putting on a show.

"What do you want to hear?" You watched his thin core falsely heave in a breath and exude it, cold wind emanating from him as he let out a moan. It was a show, but it was a damn good one. His own ideas got to his head before you could say anything to make them enticing.

"What if we got a house one day? What would I come home to?"

"Me, your undoubtedly happy partner, waiting inside a small house. White pickets on the lawn, cloudy days with the blinds shut—we can't have anyone knowing you're a vampire," you laugh at how ridiculous it sounds, "The two of us would likely be crowned 'the weirdos in Forks,' and there would be long-running rumors about how no one goes in and comes out alive. The neighbors see us every now and then, but we're reclusive, spending every night and day making love, Ed. We'll give ourselves up to instincts and love."

"And when we are making love?" The motion of his hand picked up speed, but not to the degree of his running feats, rather, only a bit faster than what you could average when you were pent up. Though, you weren't nearly as big as him. You used it as a reference for your last point.

"I'll wear one of your shirts—that button-down right over there, coated in your scent, but you can still smell the red ocean inside me. We'll kiss, like I said, a lot. And I think for my first time with you, I'd want to swallow your. . . venom. Make you feel like you're human again."

That's when he came, spewing his own, cold release over your chest and a bit spraying on to your sheets, staining it with him. You noticed that the color was a bit darker than the regular human dickspit, but it was an extension of him in his most raw form. Edward sped over to fish out his shirt from the piles of clothes on the floor. He came over, carefully dabbing up his mess and tossing the shirt to you when he was finished. He remarked to himself, "Wash it, or not. I'd prefer it if you didn't, but I won't judge cleanliness."

You started drifting in and out of the realm of sleep, disappearing to a place Edward couldn't wander to. He hastily asked one last question, "Did you mean everything you said?"

"Every time you ask."

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writers-vlogx · 1 year

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im soooo happy to find people that love rafa as much as i do 😍 i love the way you write, it feels so in character. if you could write more about him... domestic rafa, power couple running the business together, rafa spoiling the living shit out of you... idk man i just love him 😪😪😪

Straight up DOMESTIC RAFA ABSOLUTELY 💯

Domestic Rafael headcanons

Brief suggestive themes

Oh brother do I have to tell you my little gremlin ideas that have been piling up lately.

if he's free and doesn't have some crazy idea that may or may not get both of you killed, he is soft and sweet.

He's very gentle on the days that he can rest. He wakes up late in the morning and doesn't feel like getting out of bed, so he pulls you closer and cuddles you. Taking in how warm your skin is and how soft your hair feels.

Once you decide it's been enough rest, you wiggle your way out of his grasp and get up to start your day. When you come back into the room to check on him, you see him half asleep whinning and extending his arms while telling you to come back to bed.

If you A) successful get him out of bed he's your for the day, whatever you want he will give.

If you B) fail to get him up, he will pull you back in and refuse to let you leave.

Now, if he gets up and manages to make it out of the bedroom door without deciding to be a horn dog, he'll look for you, and if he can't find you he'll head to the kitchen to get breakfast started.

It is my full belief that this man likes to cook better than to be served. He would be so skilled too. Like I can see that being a secret passion he would have.

Just being able to provide for you, not only with his job but also in everyday life. He wants to show you that you made the right choice by giving him a chance. That he's worth all the things you gave up.

Grocery shopping would be another big one, listen the guy likes to cook, and more so if you tell him about a specific dish you've been craving lately. That doesn't mean he wouldn't take you with him though, dude likes doing things together and he also likes making sure to have you by his side just in case he forgets anything or if there's something specific you wanted to pick out yourself.

Another thing I think he would like to do is clean together. Listen I know it may seem boring but just imagine when yall are making the bed suddenly starting a pillow fight, or if yall are clearing the kitchen table and you have the radio on he gets all sentimental and starts dancing with you.

He's a hopeless romantic so of course hugging you and wrapping his arms around your waist if your back is turned to him. Bringing you roses from the garden you planted together. Making dates at home when you don't feel like going out and cuddling on the couch. Taking you softly and kissing every part of you until he has you pulling his hair and begging for more.

Rafael being domestic is so beautiful because it's in those moments when you are alone with him that you can really see the true him. Not a part of the cartel, not a dangerous wanted criminal, not a poor sineloan man. Just Rafael solo tu Rafael. El que no te hará arrepentirte de averlo escogido.

@yoongskook @hausofmamadas

#tenoch huerta #narcos mexico #narcos mexico imagine #rafa caro quintero #rafael caro quintero x reader #rafael caro quintero x you #narcos mexico x reader #rafael caro quintero #narcos x reader #rafael caro quintero x male reader #rafa caro quintero x reader #narcos mexico x you

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aceviscontiswife · 1 year

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Hey bae😘

So I’m thinking maybe some submissive Jill Valentine. Maybe a lil bit of calling her officer (in a taunting manner😈).

I just really need this ya know, since she wasn’t under my tree just me😪

Well… maybe you’ll finally win me over with Jill! Still a Wesker fan at heart, though. Nothing can beat that hunk of manipulative man-meat (except maybe Ghostface & Deathslinger).

Under arrest - Jill Valentine

Jill’s been awful stressed lately, why not help her relax?

Warnings: friends to lovers, bottom!jill, nipple-sucking, you cant get enough of Jill’s boobs, tying up Jill’s hands, fingering, a lot of kissing. Afab/stars reader.

Before we begin please be warned I had to have the requester (a close friend) explain almost the entire Resident Evil 3 plot to me because I have never played it and am too poor to buy it…

Jill couldn’t remember the last time she slept through an entire night, or even on a bed for that matter. You worried about her, she was so focused on the pair of you surviving that she was letting herself go, her nightmares practically having become a part of her schedule. You wanted her to relax, to let go for just long enough to take care of herself.

The pair of you were currently seeking shelter in an abandoned apartment complex, staying in the cleanest room you could find. Jill sat on the bed, staring out of the window in thought so deep you didn’t know if she even knew you were there. You sat down next to her, resting your hand on top of hers. She jumped a bit, glancing over at you and sighing. She had bags under her eyes, and looked like she was seconds away from passing out from exhaustion.

“You need to relax a bit, Jill. I know getting out of here and back to Carlos is important but you have got to take care of yourself.” You trace your thumb over her knuckles, silently pleading her to rest. “I can’t, Y/n. We’re so close, we can’t stop now. If Nemesis finds us again, we’re dead.” You sigh, scooting closer to Jill. She was tense, but with each passing second she became more comfortable with the hand enclosed on hers and your presence getting closer and closer to hers. If Jill was being honest, being around you relaxed her.

“I know, but we have enough time to sleep. We have enough time to rest and regain enough energy to kick Nemesis’s ugly ass and get the vaccine.” You got a small chuckle out of Jill, the sound like music to your ears. You’d always liked Jill. When you were first starting out in S.T.A.R.S, Jill was who you aspired to be. She was strong, good at what she did, and was willing to help you out with anything. You had grown a lot closer to her ever since the outbreak, and especially when Nemesis began chasing you two. You were getting to see sides of Jill she’d never shown anyone. A much softer side.

“We can rest here for a minute, but there’s no telling if we over sleep or not. We can’t risk falling asleep, Y/n.” Jill remained adamant in her decision, and you knew there was nothing more you could say to convince her to sleep. But, there was one thing you could try. Sure, it didn’t involve sleeping, but it was definitely something to reduce the stress she was under. You inched closer to her until your arm touched hers, she looked over at you and entwined her fingers with yours.

“Can I help you relax, Jill?” Your words brought a tint of pink to Jill’s cheeks, and brought a shyness from her you’d never seen before. She didn’t know what you had planned, but if it was what she thought it was, she wanted it. She liked you, she like your grit, your strength, and the care you showed for everyone; especially her. Just like her, you had narrowly escaped an encounter with Nemesis, finding her and Brad with only a minor injury to your leg. Brad sacrificed himself for you and Jill, and you’ve been inseparable since.

“You can try your hardest.” Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest upon hearing Jill’s consent. In an instant, your other hand cupped her face, bringing her lips closer to yours until they were ghosting over one another. “Trust me, Valentine, I know what I’m doing.” You wink at her before connecting your lips with hers, Jill eagerly returning the kiss. She brought her hand up to your face, cupping your cheek in her hand. You smile into the kiss, grazing your teeth over her bottom lip. She opens her mouth for you, your tongue grazing over hers before exploring her mouth. She fought for dominance, but it was a battle she lost as you lean her back against the bed, running your free hand through her hair.

It wasn’t long until you two had to part for air, Jill was laying under you, your hands on either side of her head. You were both panting, a soft smile painting your features. “Well, officer, how’d we get here?” Jill could easily overpower you if she wanted, but instead she rolled her eyes and chuckled, her lips and cheeks red. “Never thought you’d want this.” Jill admits. You tuck some of her hair behind her ear, letting your hand rest on her chin.

“Of course I do. You mean the world to me, honey.” The petname had Jill becoming more and more submissive by the second. She wanted to relax, she wanted you to help her relax. Whatever was about to happen next, Jill wanted it.

“Please, Y/n…” You run your thumb over her lip, chuckling. “Please what, Baby?” You knew what Jill wanted, the look in her eyes told you it all. “Keep kissing me.” It was a command you’d happily follow, your lips smashing against hers. Her lips were soft, plump, slightly chapped, and had you forgetting about oxygen the second your lips touched. One hand remained by Jill’s head, while the other ran down her side, stopping at her waist. Her hands were cupping your face, bringing you just that much closer to her.

Jill bites down on your lower lip, causing you to gasp and let out a moan. “Jill…” Her tongue invades your mouth, Jill getting to explore your mouth whilst your tongue lay flat in submission. As much as you would’ve loved to stay like this forever, Jill was the one who needed the pleasure, and you were going to give it to her. You pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two. Jill’s brows furrowed and she opened her mouth to speak but you interrupt her.

“You’re the one who’s supposed to be relaxing, officer.” You grab her triceps, pulling her arms down to the bed. “Can we take this farther, baby?” You ask, silently begging for her consent. Jill was shocked by your dominance, she had always been in charge of herself, yet here you were taking complete control of her body and she loved it. Jill nods, reaching up to pull you in for another kiss but your grip on her arms prevented her from doing so.

“I’m gonna need you to say it, baby.”

“Fuck yes, Y/n. Please.” Jill was on the verge of begging, she wanted this bad and it was clear to see. With her consent, you grab her wrists with one hand and the other slips under her top, your cold hand causing her to shiver. Your hand ventured up her shirt until it hit her bra, your fingers tracing in-between her boobs. Her breath hitched, a shaky breath leaving her when you fingers would occasionally break their path to caress over her covered boobs. Her hands kept trying to break free and touch you, and you had to fight the urge to laugh each time your hand had to stop hers from touching you.

“Do I need to tie up these pretty little hands? They’ve got a mind of their own.” You were expecting Jill to stop moving her hands, but you had underestimated just how much that sentence had affected her. She wriggled her wrists against your hand, chuckling. “Such a tease.” You tsk at her, grabbing a pillow at the edge of the bed and you take off the pillowcase, tossing the pillow somewhere across the room. Using the pillowcase, you tie her hands together, just tight enough for her to be confined to them, loose enough to untie quickly should you need to.

Now having both hands free, you worked on removing Jill’s tops. Her blue top was quickly discarded, getting tossed on the floor a few feet away from where you two were. You leaned down to Jill’s level, planting a quick kiss to her lips before moving down, nipping and sucking at the most sensitive parts of her neck until you knew there would be marks. They would be visible, you both knew that, but neither of you cared. Your hands felt Jill’s body, yearning to know what it would feel like if all of her clothes were discarded. Jill’s sighs and moans as you explored her body, occasionally focusing somewhere that you knew felt good to her, was music to your ears. She was completely submissive for you, allowing you to see an entirely new side of her.

“Look at you, melting under my touch. Tell me what you want, Jill.” You rested your hands just inches away from her boobs, feeling the rise and fall of her chest. Jill knew you were dragging this out, toying with her until you couldn’t resist anymore. “I want you, Y/n. Fuck, I need you.” She was on the verge of begging, her need for you evident as her clit throbbed and her body tingled even at the slightest touch. Her nipples were rock hard, her bra doing little to suppress the two mounds visible under her tank top.

“Well then, guess we better get this top of, yeah?” You reach up and untie Jill’s hands just long enough to remove her top, tossing it aside. You worked on taking her bra off next, unclipping it with ease and tossing the now removed onto the growing pile of clothes. You stared at her boobs in awe, your fingers brushing over the small bruises and cuts that scattered her chest. She was beautiful, even after all that you two had been through she still managed to look flawless.

Her hands now temporarily free, they tangle themselves in your hair, pulling your head down until your lips collided with hers. Jill smiles into the kiss, gasping when your hands grasped her boobs. Your hands worked wonders on her breasts, pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples until Jill was a gasping and moaning mess beneath you. You pull away from the kiss and chuckle at the sight under you, grabbing the pillowcase and pinning Jill’s hands above her head.

“Can’t get enough of me, huh? Just let those pretty arms rest, baby.” You tie her hands back together, letting them rest above her head. Jill pouts, the sight of her under you, bottom lip stuck out slightly, enough make your pussy clench around nothing. You wanted her, and you wanted her now. You kiss her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone, pausing when your lips reached her boob. You smirk, glancing up at her and winking as you took her nipple into your mouth. Jill gasps and sighs, wanting nothing more than to rest her hand on your head and push you down farther. You sucked and nipped on the sensitive mound, relishing in the sounds and movements coming from Jill.

You rest your knee in between Jill’s thighs, Jill desperately grinding her clothed pussy against your knee. You begin to work on taking off her pants, your mouth still focused on Jill’s boobs. God, you couldn’t get enough of them… they were perfect. Once Jill’s waistband was off, you unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off; tossing them onto the pile of clothes. You could see a wet patch in Jill’s underwear, pulling her thighs apart to get a better look at how desperate she was.

“What about your clothes?” Jill asks, noting that she was almost naked while you were still fully dressed. “Let’s focus on you first, baby. Then we’ll worry about me.” Your finger traced a scar on her thigh, and you looked up at Jill to see if she was comfortable. “Is this okay? We can stop if-“

“Keep going, Y/n. Please.” You nod, hooking a finger in her underwear. You were ready to taste her, to feel her cum all over your fingers, you wanted Jill to feel the best she’s ever felt. Pulling the soaked garment down, your eyes widened upon seeing her dripping cunt. She was already so wet and you’d barely touched her. She wanted this just as badly as you did. You studied her naked body, noting each and every scar and mole that she had. Her cheeks and nose were cherry red as she watched you gawk at her body, your hands slowly inching closer and closer to her pussy.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Jill. I can’t wait to taste that pretty cunt of yours.” Jill let out a sudden moan as your pointer finger slid over her clit. Her hips bucked involuntarily, a desperate “Please…” escaping her lips. You lean down, your hot breath now hitting Jill’s clit. She waited impatiently for your tongue, trying her best to keep her hips still until you had started. It wasn’t long until your patience faded and your tongue ran across her clit, earning a loud moan from the brunette. She was so sensitive to even the slightest flick of your tongue, your back arching as you licked a stripe up her pussy, sucking eagerly on her clit.

Your hands rested on Jill’s thighs, preventing her from squeezing your head with her legs. Your tongue moved down to taste Jill’s entrance, eating her out like you’ve never had a meal in your life. Jill’s thighs were strong, and despite your best efforts you still felt your head getting smushed between her thighs. You couldn’t complain though, you were in a position you could only dream of being in—and you were going to make sure the both of you enjoyed every second of it.

Your hands left her thighs, one resting on her hip while the other busied itself with Jill’s pussy; taking your tongues place at her entrance while your tongue moved back to her clit. Jill could barely form a coherent sentence, the feeling of your tongue and your fingers sending her closer and closer to the edge. “Y/n-fuck, I’m close.” Instead of speeding up, you pull away, leaving only your finger to trace agonizingly slow around her clit. Her brows furrowed and she opened her mouth to complain, but you silenced her by shoving a finger deep into her hole.

She let out a half-moan, half-scream as your fingers began fucking her as deep as they could. “I want you to cum all over my fingers, baby. Can you do that for me?” Jill nods frantically, her hips thrusting to meet the fast pace of your fingers. Your lips smash against hers, Jill tasting herself on your tongue and it squeezes past her lips and into her mouth. She could feel the knot in her abdomen growing as your other hand went down to her pussy, your pointer and middle finger rubbing her clit.

You part from the kiss, resting your foreheads on Jill’s as she met her end, her back arching into your chest as her pussy clenches around your fingers. She screams your name, her head falling back into the pillows. You kept pumping your fingers into her through her high, eventually slowing to a stop as Jill relaxed into the bed. She was panting, her eyes closed and her head sinking into the pillows. You pull out, bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking them clean. You untie Jill, tossing the pillowcase aside.

You collapse on the bed next to Jill, your own cunt still throbbing as you chose to ignore it and wrap an arm around the brunette, pulling her closer to you. “Thank you, Y/n.” You nod, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “No problem, Jilly. You did great.” You ran your fingers through her hair, smiling down at her. “You did great, too. I love you, Y/n.”

Your hand cups Jill’s face, tilting her head so you could gain access to her lips. “I love you too, Jill.” You press your lips against hers, smiling against her. When you two part, you start collecting Jill’s clothes and handing them back to her. You didn’t want to stay here for too long, but hey, at least you’d die a happy woman.

“Once you’ve got your clothes on we should go, okay? We’ll find Carlos and then you can pay me back.” You shoot Jill a wink and head to the door to wait for her. Little did you know, Jill was already planning how to repay you.

***

I’ve never wrote same sex smut but hey, venturing onto new lands helps improve you. I hope you enjoy your slice of Jill Valentine, @alyhorse6 !! Thanks for reading, love ya!

#jill valentine #jill valentine smut #resident evil #jill x reader #jill x female reader #jill x reader smut #smut

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aphroditelovesu · 9 months

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Continuing from the last big bro rhysand, Imagine Azriel and Cassian seeing her for the first time, and despite what everyone thought of Cassian, he was so afraid to hold her because he didn't want to hurt her. Imagine Rhys's sister not even thinking anything of Azriel's scars because it's just him.

I'm not confident about the timeline of everything, but if Cassian and Azriel were around, I bet they were the best older brothers to her, too. I can imagine her always trying to playfully wrestle Cassian, while Az was probably exceedingly gentle with her. He didn't say much, but whenever he came back from spy missions for the High Lord, he always brought something for her from wherever he'd been. I bet she idolized Mor, thought she was the coolest cousin and wanted to be just like her.

I feel like Azriel would've been wrapped around her little finger. She wants to go to that shop at the very end of Velaris? Of course. She wants to go hiking? No question. Cassian would've ALSO been wrapped around her little finger, but he was the one she'd go to when she had extra energy to spare. Playful wrestling and races he most definitely let her win as a child.

I'm so sorry for the late replied anon! Rough weeks 🤦‍♀️😪

I really like imagining the Inner Circle dynamic with Rhys!Sister, especially the bat boys. They are all so loving and protective of her that it's adorable to see!

Cassian is the softest of the three brothers, he met her when she was a small child, visiting one of illyrian camp with her parents and brother and he instantly adored her. He is totally gentle with her and is careful not to hurt or even scare her.

Azriel is just as gentle as Cassian, but he's quieter and usually doesn't get as close to her, not with Rhysand and Cassian on top of her all the time, but that doesn't stop him from spending time with her. He hates his scars, so he is very surprised when she compliments his hands and doesn't look scared or disgusted.

I couldn't agree more! Maybe she was born a few years after Rhys went to the Illyrian camp or at least a year or two before he did, so they would definitely be in her life anyway, but I don't think her father would allow her to stay in the camp, even if their mother is there.

Cassian and the Reader wrestling each other would be comical to watch, as I totally imagine the others threatening him if she gets hurt. Of course he would never hurt her, not on purpose at least. Reader's has everyone wrapped around her fingers, even Amren (although she is much more subtle than the rest), everyone would do anything for her. Azriel would love to take it anywhere on Velaris and he would silently watch her and throw glares at anyone who looks at her the wrong way.

I can see the Reader being the first to greet Azriel when he returns and he hands her the gift. Any jitters or discomfort he had felt on one of his missions dissipated so quickly after seeing the Reader's shy smile and the hug he received from her. I agree, I imagine that Mor and Reader would be very close and Mor would love it if her cousin wanted to be like her, definitely Mor would help her dress or choose clothes if it was Reader's desire.

They would all do anything for her and I can't help but wonder what Rhys!Sister's relationship would be like with the Archeron sisters or with others outside the Inner Circle, like Eris or another.

Imagine if it was Rhys!Sister who was betrothed to Eris instead of Mor? Imagine the Inner Circle's reaction, for if she married Eris, she would be forced to move to the Autumn Court...

~ Lady L

#ask #acotar #dark acotar #yandere acotar #yandere a court of thorns and roses #a court of thrones and roses #dark!cassian #yandere cassian #dark!azriel #yandere azriel #dark!mor #dark!morrigan #yandere mor #yandere morrigan #inner circle #dark!inner circle #yandere inner circle #concept #yandere concept

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panyvivienda · 1 year

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¹ Just for the night

summary: looking for a safe place to spend the night, joel and ellie come across a girl singing a david bowie song at the top of her lungs while picking carrots.

a/n: sorry if there are any mistakes, english it's not my first language. part 2??or not??maybe?? feel like it could have been better 😪

Fatigue ran through every bone in their bodies, making it increasingly difficult to stand upright. Joel seemed to hide it better than Ellie, who every two minutes stopped in her place and said to him that she could not longer feel her legs.

"Just a couple more steps, I promise" he replied, knowing that they still had a long way to go. A few hours earlier they had encountered some hunters. Fortunately for them, they didn't seem to have noticed their presences.

"Well, that doesn't sound so convincing you know" she complained, throwing her head back with a grunt, gaining a sigh from him- You are being way to skeptical Joel, we are gonna be fine- she said looking at him this time, waiting for a "You're so right Ellie, how didn't I listened to you before, let's get some sleep" to fly of his mouth. Not a very Joel thing to say, but something among those words.

"You can ever be to sure" he shortly responded. Ellie opted to say no more, dragging her feet reluctantly behind him, following the road and occasionally glancing at the woods to her right. The moon being the only source of light in the cold starry night. Clearly they were not going to stop until he believed it was a safe place to settle.

The silence did not last long. From the woods they began to hear shouting, which at first scared them. It was someone singing. Joel told Ellie to stay close to him, slowly moving deeper into the woods. They were a little curious as to who was singing at this time of night like crazy. Maybe it was someone deranged who had completely lost their mind. They didn't know, but they did know that they would have to take care of it if they wanted to sleep peacefully and not with one eye open in case this person ended up finding them in the middle of the night.

The surprise they got when they found the person in charge, a girl picking carrots from an orchard, was a rare surprise. They shared an incredulous look, their eyes unable to believe what they were seeing. The girl went on about her business without noticing the two pairs of expectant eyes, singing with an immeasurable passion and stopping to complain about a carrot that didn't want to come out.

"She seems harmeless Joel, look at her" she told him pointing at her with her finger.

"Looks like she has a screw loose to me. Come on".

"That's such an old man thing to say".

Ignoring what he had said earlier, Ellie raised her arms and shouted "Hey you, girl with the weird beanie! Do you think you could give us a hand for tonight?". Flinching at the suddent voice, Amanda raised her head cursing at herself for being so careless. She slowly stand up with two carrots in each of her hands, shaking her head. "No!" she yelled with nervousness, making Ellie frown.

"Come on men, we are tired! Do you have any idea of how much we have been walk- "

"Okay, that's enough" grabbing her by her arm, Joel yanked her to the woods, having to stop due to the girl resisting "She doesn't want to help us Ellie, she doesn't have too either".

"Kinda has to now" she contradicted him "She was the one singing loudly that brought us here, besides look at that big ass house she got there! You're gonna tell me she ain't got space for us two?" she said the last thing more directed to Amanda "It's pretty late we just want to sleep, we ain't bad guys".

Amanda couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. The man wasn't wrong, she didn't have to help them, but because of her not keeping her stupid mouth shout she end up putting herself in this situation, so now she had to deal with it. What if she didn't help them and they end up dying? She couldn't do that. But what if they weren't good people? What if they killed her? Hell, she didn't fucking know them! And she really wanted to sleep with a clear conscience.

Frustration started to build up, and before Joel could even say something, she yelled "Fine! But if you two try something I... I" she failed to threaten, feeling dumb for trying to sound intimidating with a pointing carrot at their direction "Just don't try anything, I'm trying to do something nice, so don't make me regreat it" dropping the carrots to the floor, Amanda started walking to the door fence "Over here".

Ellie looked at Joel with a triumphant smile. Without much effort she had managed to persuade the yet girl of unknown name, getting them a roof over their heads for tonight . Following the girl’s instructions, they went through the fence, now facing each other.

"Hi, I'm Amanda" she presented herself, feeling uncomfortable with their eyes buried in her.

"I'm Ellie" the redhead continued, expecting the man besider her to tell his, but he seem hesitant, causing her to roll her eyes "And he's Joel. Not a very talkative guy".

"Great, Ellie, Joel, would you like to come inside and have dinner? I was about to make it but I forgot the carrots and um you know this happend" she explained while moving her hands.

Ellie laughed, adding to the conversation "Yeah we know, what was it that you were singing?" at the question, Amanda couldn't help but feel quite embarrassed, they just had to be there at that precise moment? She was going to answer her, but Joel beat her to it.

"Space Oddity by David Bowie".

"Exactly".

"And that was?"

"Are you for real? He was a fucking icon! The best of the best! At least that's what my dad used to tell me all the time" as they spoke, they began to walk, heading to Amanda's house, the older one following them from behind. Joel's eyes darted everywhere, fearing that someone would jump out and attack them, although Amanda seemed nice, or maybe she was good at pretending "He didn't follow what at the time society expected from people, he challenged everything and cared little about what others may say. Everything he touched, he turned it into art. My dad got to see him performance, and he told me that his mere presence on stage was simply indescribable" Ellie listened attentively to every word that came out of her mouth, finding what she said interesting and wanting to learn more. She decided to not make questions about her dad. She imagined what she could say to her if she were to ask.

"That must have been fucking awesome! I wish I had the opportunity to hear artists performance in live" Ellie exclaimed content, turning to her left "Ever went to a concert Joel?".

"That was more of a Tommy thing to do" said sincerely, waiting for Amanda to open the door "Is there more people with you?"

"I've been on my own for a while now".

"Oh" that's all Ellie said to her, feeling stupid afterwards. Amanda gave her a small grin.

Before they entered, Amanda asked them kindly if they could take off their shoes "I got a serious problem with keeping things clean, sorry" she apologized, moving to a side to turn the lights, surprising the other two.

"You have electricity? How is that possible?" Amanda smiled at Joel’s questions.

"A little further back from home there’s plenty of wind towers. It's a pretty unpopulated place because of that, it has always been" she replied, crossing her arms behind her back, swinging back and forth.

"And how do you keep it working?" asked Ellie this time.

"I got not idea, it just does. My dad was the one in charge of that. Never explained it further because he said I didn't need to understand. In some point it's gonna stop working, I guess" she said, getting lost in thought, which didn’t go unnoticed by Joel "Anyways, I have to finish cooking dinner, meanwhile you guys could take a shower" seeming to have realized the double connotation of her sentence, she quickly said "Not because I think you guys smell, it's just because, I mean.. there's hot water!"

Ellie failed to contain her laugh, letting some chuckles escape, while Joel couldn't hide his smile.

"We know we smell, believe me. I'm gonna shower first. I haven't showered with hot water in like, forever!" following Amanda's directions and accepting a borrowed towel and clothes, Ellie went into the bathroom, leaving her and Joel on their own.

"I do not want to overstep, but" Amanda interrumped him before he could even finish.

"He died a few months ago, I think it's been five months by now, but I'm not really sure" she knew she was relying way too much on these two, but she decided to trust her senses, that until now, with her few years of life, had never failed her" Joel felt sorry for her, and Amanda hated it "I got so lost talking about David Bowie that I totally forgot to grab the carrots, would you mind boiling the water? I already put the water in the pot. The lighter is on top of the microwave".

"Alright".

"Great, we are eating some smashed potatoes and carrots tonight ".

After doing what he was told to, Joel took the time to appreciate every detail that adorned the house.All of the furniture was made of wood, mostly with antique lamps above them. Large pinturesque paintings hung on some walls, every one of them belonging to a same style. They shared the same signature "Fiona Wesley". There were also dried flowers upside down on some of the tiles in the kitchen, but what caught his total attention were the pictures on the fridge. He couldn't help but let thoughts of Sarah flood on his mind.

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"God, it's been so long since I've had a proper meal" commented Ellie, happy with Amanda's cooking "You are so good. You don't know what it's like to have to eat Joel's cooking, he burns everything!" Joel gave her a dirty look, feeling offended.

"Thank you very much, it's not a such a big deal honestly".

"She's right, it's pretty good".

"Well... thanks" not used to receiving compliments, Amanda did what she does best, change the subject. "So...if you don't mind me asking, where were you heading to?."

Ellie looked at Joel to see if it was okay to be honest with her. He nodded.

"We are looking for Joel's brother, Tommy. We think he's in Wyoming."

"Shit, that's a long way from here, more if it's by foot. You're going to need plenty of food and coats, I should give you some."

"You helped us enough, it's not necessary" Joel denied, feeling that he was abusing her kindness.

"Don't worry Joel, it doesn't bother me. It would actually make me feel better if you took something for the trip. It's hard to get food with the weather like this, you rarely spot animals to hunt. It would be nice if you carried a couple of rations. Take it as what you guys owe me for letting you spend the night here"- she told him smiling, hoping he wouldn't deny her offer. "So, don't you want me to make up your beds? For what you guys have told me, you got a long way from here to Wyoming".

"Alright, but then let us raise the table in the meantime" Joel offered in vain, since Amanda wouldn't let them do anything.

"I will do it later, not big deal. Come with me guys, I'll show you your room" Joel and Ellie shared a glance, and then followed in the footsteps of the black haired girl.

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"It was released on 11 of july in of 1969, five days before Apollo 11 set off to compleat his mission and land the first man on the moon, isn't that cool?".

"That's actually so fucking cool. Where did you learn that from?".

Once they got to the guest room, Amanda and Ellie couldn't seem to stop bringing up topics. They got along well, being able to talk easily with each other. Joel was already lying down, finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He listened carefully to what the girls were saying. He didn't want to interrupt them, no matter how sleepy he was. Both Ellie and Amanda needed it. Especially the last one, who looked like she hadn't spoken to someone in a long time. Tomorrow they would be going their separate ways, so he thought that he should at least let them enjoy each other's presence while they could.

"I read a book called 'Artists you should know before you die'. I found it in the shelf over Joel's head, it's the one over there" she pointed, moving closer to Ellie, making her nervous "It has some interesting facts, this one was there".

"Do you know who Sally Ride is?" Ellie couldn't resist but asker her, wanting to talk about her. Sally ride was one of her biggest idols, and the idea that maybe Amanda and her shared the same admiration towards her, was exciting for her.

"Hello? How could I not? She was the first American female austronaut to go into space!".

"Finally somebody that knows what I'm talking ab-" snoring echoed off the four walls of the room, loud snoring. The girls laughed, turning to look.

"Well, it looks like we talked too much and bored Joel" whispered Amanda, slowly getting up. It felt good to have someone her own age to talk to. Ellie felt the same way, disappointed that she had to leave by the morning. She wished she could stay for a few more days with her and get to know her even better, but she had to make it to the fireflies if she didn't want all the losses to be in vain.

"Yes, we bored him quite a bit" she answered quietly, looking at his sleeping figure "He has been sleeping less than he should, he refuses to let his guard down."

"I understand" looking up from her feet, the black haired girl said with a sigh "You should rest too".

"Yeah I probably should".

"Goodnight Ellie."

"Goodnight."

#elliewilliamsxreader #joel miller x reader #thelastofusxreader #the last of us x oc #tlou x reader #ellie williams fluff #joel miller fluff

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djservo · 20 days

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not only did you beat me but i am horrifically late.. how embarrassing for me! however(!), i have finally made it to ask you the oh so important question: how much chocolate did you eat over the easter weekend? do you get a long weekend in the us? oh and i guess how did your march reading go? any spring time specific reads or other things you’re looking forward to?

FEELS GOOD TO WIN ONE!!!! 😪👏 tbh I'm not that big on sweets + easter treats especially seem like overload to me BUT I've been rationing a bag of cadbury mini eggs for the past week and it's been a delight in my day!!! pep in my step!! my work gave us friday off + IIRC they do the same in schools too? but I also took off thursday bc I was going to a wedding with friends so extra long weekend praise be 🏝️ oh yes and the reading part!!

Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

I think I was halfway thru this during our last round-up and I already knew it was gonna be my fav Morrison thus far but Wowwwwwowow an already gripping story and then the final third just smacks ya outta nowhere and floors you!!! which is wild because I was already completely into it when things were unraveling in the way of slice of life / reckoning with family history and curses - such a fleshed out setting and cast of characters - but then it twists into this epic adventure at the very last second and it's just crazy how something already so layered can get even dizzier, and how complete it still feels! not overdone or rushed at all, just complete magic!!

Of Death. Minimal Odes by Hilda Hilst

there's just somethin about Hilda!!! perfect balance between bare bones simplicity + profundity to me - maybe it's striking because of how simple it is, or conversely reads as straightforward (a minimal ode if U will) because it's as if she's speaking truths that could only be articulated in a surreal way. WHO KNOWS !!! similar to my experience with With My Dog Eyes I was left with this certain ennui where it seemed like something didnt click immediately but then ofc I thought about specific lines for days and weeks after + craving more of her writing. a slow burn of affection! and the translation is so beautiful!! got me thinking about how a translator isn't ever Just translating, but also has to wear the hat of the author they're translating which is so beautifully layered to me + I have so much respect for it as an art itself

Girls to the Front by Sara Marcus

I was excited for this bc riot grrrl is interwoven in so many things/people I admire but it fell pretty flat. didn't care for Marcus's uneven prose throughout which felt peppered in as an afterthought + it was clear which topics/bands/figures Marcus favored in how much more attention + depth she gave them, which maybe is inevitable when you're personally connected to a subculture but I feel like if you're describing a book as "an epic, definitive history" of a movement, you shouldn't be so blatantly biased? it's also kinda funny in an ironic way how she condenses the experience of queer women and WOC feeling left out in a matter of like. 4 pages total. then goes back to essentially a Kathleen Hanna love fest (whomst I also love!!! but that's not what this book should've been!!) then again, I don't expect a white woman to sufficiently examine and/or encapsulate the intricacies of intersectionality so whatevz . flopperoni

Assata by Assata Shakur

I've had a copy of this for yearssss but I'm kinda glad I waited til now because it made me think so much of Leila Khaled's memoir at parts in their undying loyalty to the cause and unashamed criticism of the radical groups they longed to be apart of - in this case, the BPP and its gendered hierarchy - and it's just nice to be able to have this bridge between revolutionaries + revolutions, the embodiment of fighting the same struggle / no one being free until everyone's free. powerful and unflinching yet completely grounded and lucid in reflection - no detail felt out of place and no indictment felt gratuitous. completely demoralizing at parts (as if the american justice system could seem any more like a joke) and particularly bleak to see how relevant so much of this feels decades later (but also unsurprising when you think about america's enactment + sustaining of brutality as a well-oiled machine, the very core of its existence). just all around special and profound

for april I planned to read some short story collections but already I feel myself straying + craving something juicier so I may just let this be another wildcard month as far as ~theme goes like sorry but the heart wants what it wants and in this case it's bret easton ellis seediness!! happy spring!!!

#wishing hoping praying I dont get flagged for that hilda hilst cover it's just too good PLEASE LET US HAVE ONE NIPPLE 🙏#asks #devitalise #reads

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We never got to see the aftermath of The Man City Hug™️, but there’s a direct parallel between that locker room scene and Sam’s dad in the locker room in Season 3. So, either the team showed up for Jamie somehow after the whole confrontation with Jamie’s dad, OR the team didn’t show up at all and it was Jamie’s idea to get the team to clean up Sam’s restaurant. Or maybe it was someone else’s idea, but Jamie is the one to say, “What does this situation need?” so I’m inferring that he’s the one who came up with it. And I’m also a sucker for Sam and Jamie’s friendship, so there’s that.

In the mess of Season 2, it’s not likely that anyone actually did anything to comfort Jamie (apart from Roy ofc), but I’ll always have a soft spot for the found family trope. Idk if you’ve answered this before but would love to know what you think happened

ugh my head is still stuck at how much it sucks that we never got any man city follow up 🙃 (well, clearly the writers see Mom City as the follow-up. But to me Mom City opens up more threads than it concludes so 😪 too little too late. sigh.).

But I LOVE the idea that Jamie was the one to reach out to the boys after finding out about Sam's restaurant to be like, 'hey lads what are we doing about this?' :) i truly think that was a full team effort idea but i love thinking about Jamie instigating that conversation!! To me Sam and Jamie best friendism is soooo real and incredibly beloved. <3

I think in terms of Man City it's not that the team didn't want to step in a help Jamie, but that they were truly caught off guard and shocked and genuinely didn't know how to respond, because none of the rest of them have been in that kind of situation before. I definitely think Jamie would've dreaded going in for their next training, and then there would be sinking feeling when he walks into the dressing room and it goes uncomfortably silent as they all look up at him, where he's thinking that all his dread was justified. But really it's just a brief awkward moment before Isaac and Colin crack a goofy joke they definitely rehearsed beforehand (and it's kind of a weak one all in all but everyone is sure to laugh extra hard and play off of it until the laughing grows into something easier and more genuine and the tension laps off Jamie's shoulders in waves and he's at ease again with :) ) (Roy catches Isaac's eye as they all head out to the pitch and nods approvingly)

Like, I guess basically I'm not sure there would be a direct conversation about what happened with anyone apart from Roy and Keeley, because I don't think the other boys are particularly equipped to broach that topic in a way that would actually be good and helpful for Jamie moving forward. And anyway I expect Jamie prefers they don't linger on it and don't treat him like he's glass, which all the boys pick up on, so really the best way to be there for him is just to continue being his friends and not treating him any differently. But they also don't ignore it by any means, or shy away from it if Jamie ever does bring it up. They're just letting him take the lead with it to do what's best for him. I also do think he and Sam eventually have a deeper conversation about it, and Dani definitely invites Jamie to visit his entire family in Mexico that summer, to which Jamie is like "you know that just because I have shit dad doesn't mean you have to give me a pity invite me to join your family over break, right?" and Dani is just like, "I would ALL of my amigos to meet my family, Jamie Tartt. I invited Gladys my next door neighbour too, you're not special" (but Jamie is definitely special) ❤️💙

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #asks

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