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forbidden-sin-bin · 7 months

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Sex and Filthy Smut headcanons

(Eminem x F!Reader Hc’s and drabbles)

Rated: E for explicit… no wait, this needs an X rating for possibly being the filthiest thing I’m gonna write in my life. God save my soul (probably not but hey at least I asked)

Warnings: I mean… look at the title. Need I say more??? Smut. Sex. Lovemaking, Intercourse. Whatever the hell you wanna call it. The whole 10 yards is here. It’s porn, not gonna lie at all.

Tags/Keywords: Smut, Heavy Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, fluff, fluff and smut, Pre-established relationship, Sexual Content, Kink, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Giving/Receiving, Healthy Relationships, Feel Good, Everything sinful under the sun is found here, Author is going to hell, anyone who reads this is coming with me

A/N: Yes yes, ain’t no fuckbuddies or friends with benefits headcanons here, sue me. There is NO angst or sadness here. None, zero, zilch. Those kinds of relationships almost NEVER end well 98% of the time. This is all about you and him ONLY. Give it up for romance y’all.

Not gonna lie, there might've been more I wanted to add to this hellfire list of headcanons but once you've seen how much stuff there is below I hope you'll forgive me for finally putting this out here.

I hope by reading this, will provide you with comfort and satisfaction.

VERY special thanks to @smutty-books for beta reading and feedback along with helping me with this monster of a list! Please check them out and show them some love! (Seriously thank you Smutty for the additional ideas and content. you made this Hc's list a million times better and twice as much content included.)

(WARNING: Past this point is VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

General HC's:

Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy ohhhhhh boy.

You want sum fuk? You got sum fuk and way more.

As long as you’re his s/o, congrats on your sex life being absolutely demolished and rebuilt by this man. You’ll probably never find a better person in the bedroom for the rest of your life. It literally doesn’t matter if he’s your boyfriend or your husband, sex is a staple activity in your relationship that you both enjoy.

Fast and rough? Slow and steady? Maybe a little bit of both? You bet he’ll be saying fuck yeah to all of those.

His sex drive has always been relatively quite high, even after all these years. Being 50 and counting ain’t gonna stop him anytime soon.

Can, and will, want to fuck you on any and every surface of the house.

Living room couch? Perfect spot for bouncing in his lap or to blow him hard.

Dining room table? He’ll have you either bent over and railing you from behind or sitting on top while he devours your dripping wet pussy.

Taking a shower? You’ll be saving water if you do it together… yeah. Definitely not because of at least a half dozen things you can do in there with soothing hot water pouring down your bodies.

In the studio?…

Okay maybe not the studio he’s gotta work without getting distracted and lord save you two if anyone finds a sliver of evidence that you two fucked in there-

Not a PDA guy much, which also extends to any sexual antics outside. He won’t be taking any risks getting the two of you caught lacking

As long as you two are in the house, it’s free game

His views and methods of sex vary depending on which era we’re talking about

If he were in his 1999’s/2000’s era, then yeah, absolute horndog. He’s constantly so busy and on the move, sex would be a quick trip and onto the next. It would’ve scratched the itch, but arguably wouldn’t have sated his appetite for long. If he ever had a chance to have a good, drawn out sex session, it’ll leave him looking like he had a serious hangover but he’ll be waking up so relaxed.

Him being quick to fuck around and quick to leave was his style pre-Relapse. It’s a common thing you see around music artists in general and he was no exception. That doesn’t mean he was closed off to finding an actual solid relationship, it just becomes that much harder to find someone genuine. Most of the time though, he was busy putting out albums and producing music with a 9 to 5 regimen.

Post-Relapse/Recovery Em had insane stamina due to the excessive amount of exercise he put in. Call me insane, but I have a feeling this may be the time where he had the least amount of sex drive-

NOW HOLD ON HEAR ME OUT

He was starting out his sobriety around this time, I’m no expert but I would have to think that he hasn’t fucked or hooked up with anyone since then cause sex may have been a risk or his body was recovering, therefore most likely putting sex as a low priority. That isn’t to say he wasn’t busting a nut oh no, he probably became best friends with his hands again.

The time between Rap God/Monster Era was slowly building back up his drive, transitioning him to the Revival/Present Day era where he’s back on his blue-balling bullshit. Mans been practically putting out mating calls in his music and in interviews I mean COME ON HAVE YOU SEEN IT

He’s wise enough to not be caught slipping with hoes cause he won’t be caught with those hoes. At all. He’s not a hoe fucker no more. You heard him.

Finding an actual healthy relationship with one person? Someone give it to him, now.

(Anyone who remembers that one shot in that Rainy Days behind the scenes video where he points the camera to his crotch and says “EVERYTHING is for sale.” If that isn’t a man in heat I dunno what is; And that’s just one example out of many lemme tell you)

THE POINT IS, HE CAN GO FOR ONE ROUND, OR MANY, MANY MORE.

He’s determined to make you feel good more than him, but he’ll absolutely be having fun with how you’re gonna come. He’ll love exploring your body, finding out every little spot that gives you shivers down your spine.

Oh yeah, did I mention that he's got a big dick? He's got a big dick.

Don't try to deny it when you can't help but glance at his crotch all the time. It might be bias, or it might be fact that you can see the bulge in his pants.

Dom/Sub Roles:

He’s a dom, no question about that. Most of the time he’s a soft dom, not overwhelmingly asserting himself over you but firm enough to have you listen to him. Of course, he’ll be praising you a ton if you’re doing good and listening. But if you’re acting a little bratty, a little petty… yeah, he’ll make you behave, let’s just leave it at that.

Enjoys having you bent over his knee while he fingers your pussy, making sure you’re all nice and ready for him to enjoy.

If you squirm too much, expect a light spanking and a firm reminder to behave.

Again, not over the top with his dominance, cause at the end of the day, he wants to take care of you, to make you feel comfortable and show you how much he loves you. So praising isn’t just a dom thing, it’s genuinely how he expresses his affection to you.

If you insist on it, he can go even harder as a dom, upping his antics and getting off on seeing you beg for relief. Punishments will be even meaner and if you slip up even just a little, looks like you’re gonna have to start all over. No amount of pleading, teary whines from you will get him to change the cold, hard look in his eyes as he’s watching you.

Absolutely insistent on a safe word, no matter the situation.

Marshall’s immediately shifting to a protective, nurturing caretaker the moment your safe word leaves your lips and making sure your needs are met, completely understanding and shushing any apologies that threaten to leave your mouth for ruining the moment. You come first and foremost.

Amazing with aftercare. Will make sure that you’re okay and well taken care of after a session, praising you lovingly as he holds you close. If it was particularly intense, he’ll be checking in on you for the next day or so whilst feeling quite proud of himself that he can reduce you to a begging, dripping mess yesterday night. But he's by far more proud of you for trusting him and letting him experience you in such a vulnerable position.

All it takes is for him to say: "Such a good girl" and you're all his. (Can't blame you honestly-)

He'll be using your petnames even outside of your passionate sessions, even if it's just coming home to greet you after a day of work or passing by each other in the house to do something, a quick: "Hey peaches" or "How's my babygirl?" never fails to want to leave you smiling shyly, even after a bad day.

While being a sub is not what he would usually do at all, it’s not impossible. Once he’s far into a relationship with you and fully comfortable, he might actually give in to your insistence.

He has a need to feel like he’s in control, like he’s leading; Being on the opposite end is a big deal for him, so if he ever subs it’s a huge fucking compliment and privilege that shows how much he trusts and loves you to bare himself to you.

He’ll definitely be grumbly about it tho, and probably trying to act all teasing at your attempt to dominate him. But once you get past that first phase and he lets himself relax and give into your control… he doesn’t want to admit it, but he feels so fucking secure with you.

When he fully gives in, he’s preening and leaning into your touch. He’ll be such a good boy under your lavish praise and having all of your attention on him.

It feels almost foreign, not being the one in charge and making all the decisions for once. But once he gets used to it, he'll be doing whatever he can to receive your approval.

Seeing him at your mercy, letting you take the reins, makes it your priority to see him come undone by your command, holy shit, it's fucking beautiful.

If he's up for being a little more bratty (not unlike he's been on his petty shit for decades as his core personality trait let's be real here) and expecting to be punished and/or your dominance be harsher, the thought of pushing you to your limits with how much you're willing to keep up with him makes him really, really excited on the inside.

It’s both of your secrets, so don’t fuck it up, a'ight?

Teasing/Body Parts:

Speaking of secrets… he’s incredibly private, but at the same time, don’t be surprised if he ends up writing lyrics that may or may not allude or be inspired by your sex lives. You swear this man will be the death of you, smug bastard.

If you’re ever turned on by listening to his music or his voice, it’ll be such a massive ego boost for him, holy shit. No need to feel embarrassed, cause he’s fucking flattered.

Even tho his residence is far from any neighbors (and definitely soundproof), he’s got a playlist for your ears to get aroused to.

Imagine Marshall whispering in your ear or talking in that low voice of his and well damn now you’re horny is an understatement of the goddamn century.

And it’s not just you! Marshall gets off hearing you moan like crazy, another sign that lets him know he’s doing a damn good job. Hearing you whimpering gets him going, but making you scream? Jackpot.

Unsurprisingly to a lot of y’all, but he loves tits. He loves ass for sure, but feeling your breasts is just- Yes.

Love fondling them, licking, biting, sucking, you name it.

Now do the same for him-

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN’S PECS

MAN’S GOT HUGE FUCKING HONKERS. HOLY SHIT.

(No wonder he’s such a titty guy-)

But seriously, play with his chest and he’ll be moaning and writhing under you. Music to your ears.

Rest assured your ass will not be forgotten or neglected. No fucking way he’ll ever leave any part of you un-worshipped. Even when you’re just passing each other around the house he’ll playfully slap or squeeze your ass with a smirk. Cheeky fucker.

May or may not prompt him to just throw you down and pin you against whatever furniture is closest and have his way with you right then and there.

Or it could be the other way around! You can't help but give his sexy behind a mischievous swat or grab, or his pecs. He'll probably pretend to be miffed but you'll be catching him returning the smirk you have on your face. Oh, by all means, have your way with him right then and there as well. Equal rights, equal sexy times.

Grabbing your backside and pulling you closer to him, pressed against his chest and his growing bulge in his pants oh sweet Jesus-

Will for sure spank you while you’re riding him or he’s railing you from behind, the sounds of skin slapping against skin while he sees your ass jiggle with every thrust is just so fucking hot

He wants to reach deep down, as far as his cock can reach, nothing in the house is safe from him pounding your pussy and giving you a creampie.

Speaking of that, He LOVES to come into you or on you. It gives him a feeling of claiming what's his. Anytime he sees his cum dripping outta you or running down your skin, Marshall’s ready to go again.

Or he could use a sex toy, making sure his cum stays inside and your pussy ready for him in a few.

Kinks

We’ve already covered the dom/sub parts, but there is SO much potential for other kinks that you and him can get into so let’s get right into it

Breeding Kink:

I mean how can we not start this off without mentioning that

Can, and will ram you harder and faster than a piston AND make sure you both cum multiple times

If you’re walking the next morning, that means he failed the assignment so now he’s boutta rectify that

Dirty talk is cranked to a hundred as he’s growling in your ear on how much of a slut you are for his seed, how he’ll fill you up and make sure your womb is carrying his baby, how gorgeous you would look with your belly swollen with your little creation, etc.

Even if he’s sure that he doesn’t want anymore kids (given his age or experience, which is understandable), imagine the baby fever he gets when he sees or imagines you with kids

He’s perfectly happy with just you and him, but the possibility of you, him, and maybe a little one you made together from your love? His pupils are dilating like a cat getting ready to pounce

Even if the possibilities are extremely unlikely, the mere thought of it and he’s giving you the 🥺 eyes. (Every time you see him make those eyes at you, it’s probably cause he’s feelin the breeding urge)

If you're not able to, that doesn't change a thing; he wants to make you feel like you're his no matter what, and you are! He loves you for you.

Obsessed with coming inside you after railing you into the mattress, filling you to the brim with his seed

Loves giving you a creampie and then watching it leak out of your pussy, might take the initiative to stuff his spilling cum back into you

Or he could just fuck you at multiple different times during the day like the stud he is

Hell he may as well just not pull out and you’ll both be falling asleep still connected

You'll be waking up with his member engorged and slowly thrusting in you while he nuzzles into you, taking in your scent, kissing your lips so softly until you both cum. After that he takes you to the shower and you both wash each other

Loves marking your skin with his mouth, letting anyone know that your his and his only

Your cunt and everything else is thoroughly satisfied every time the breeding kink comes on don’t you worry about that honey

Size Kink:

Hey don't judge his 5'7 ass. Marshall's got other big things minus his height; Big hands, big ears, HUGE CO-

If you're smaller than him: He praises you for taking him in so well, whispers words of encouragement with every inch he pushes into you until you can feel his tip brushing against your cervix. Doesn't want to overdo it in fear of hurting you, but with your insistence he'll be going all out in due time

If you're taller than him: He LOVES it. No cap you being taller or bigger than him is so fucking sexy. Makes him more eager to make you come and more confidence in exploring different ways to do so

Takes a hand in yours and guides you both to press against your stomach, feeling for his cock thrusting into you

Praises you constantly as he feels your walls stretch around him so perfectly

Once you feel like you can take all of him, all of his restraint is gone as he pounds your sopping wet cunt relentlessly

Body worshipping is a must regardless of size

Feral/Primal Kink:

You know how possessive he can be, and that still translates to the bedroom. Even when he knows you're his, he can't help but feel turned on by his possessiveness for you.

And when you're all his, he can go fucking. Crazy.

It's also the dom feeling in him as well, but he has a need to claim you: Not out of insecurity, but out of his desire to make sure you know how much he loves you.

Likes biting your ear as an affectionate gesture. Sometimes he enjoys lightly tugging as a playful gesture to get you riled up.

Marshall thinks the growling thing is dumb as hell but if you're into that he'll try to give you some throaty growls in your ear, but expect him to start cracking up at his attempts until he's used to it

He thinks he can't do it yet he doesn't realize the low rumble in his throat whenever he gets a jealous streak

Voice/Audio Kink:

Well, well, WELL. Someone's ego is about to be stroked harder than his cock for once

He’ll absolutely be moaning and grunting more often when you guys have sex

Jokingly asks if you want to put some music on before you start fucking though he probably cringes listening to his own music during sex

Definitely ruins the mood for him when he hears someone that collabed with him on one of his songs or if any of his lyrics mention things that he doesn't want to think about when horny

Whenever he asks what you're listening to and hears one of his songs, he can't help but inwardly smile or smirk with pride. "Good choice." He nods, keeping his face unreadable.

If he catches you listening to FACK he just starts dying with laughter and dying on the inside simultaneously

No but seriously, he's super fucking flattered knowing how much his music or just his voice turns you on

Whispers in your ear during sex, either praising, teasing, or telling you what to do

He'll be observing which tone provokes the biggest reaction out of you so he can remember it for future reference

(People working with him in the studio are gonna be wondering why he's so close to the mic while recording recently)

Might record something just for your ears to listen to when you guys are apart ;)

Sex Positions

Missionary:

Ah, the OG.

Ranging from being the most vanilla to literally breaking the bed and making the house shake. Most people’s go-to position and Marshall is no different.

He’s got full access to your face, neck, and breasts while he pounds you into the mattress, absolutely loves it and it’s no surprise.

Is eye contact a kink? He’ll be wanting to look you in the eyes no matter the pace you’re going. Additionally may often include forehead touching and/or nose nuzzling. Incredibly hot and intimate.

If he’s feeling extra curious or dominant, he might even push your legs back and over his shoulders to reach even deeper into you. (In other words, putting you in a mating press.) You ain’t walking for a few days after this. Catch his freaky ass all smug n shit.

Slow and intimate in this position is SO fulfilling. It’s like baring your souls to one another.

Going fast and rough is just straight up a joyride and a half. It feels carnal in the best way possible.

Overall you can’t fuck this up really. It’s missionary for crying out loud.

Doggystyle:

*clears throat* Ahem. BARK BARK WOOF WOOF

If you haven’t seen my fic Heat yet, it’s basically me writing smut for the first time in this position but taken to the next level. Should hint at a lot on what imma bout to say tbh

YES. HELL YES. PLEASE LET HIM RAM INTO YOU FROM BEHIND. HE’LL BE POUNDING INTO YOU SO FUCKING HARD

If you go face down on the bed, ass up? Holy shit

Expect bruises on your hips the next morning… also a very horny man ready to go again or to absolutely worship the fuck outta you for taking it so fucking amazingly

He'll be running a bath for you, being extra doting and attentive, the whole nine yards while also feeing that masculine satisfaction™ at the fact that he's able to get you to that state of bliss.

By far the most feral position. If he’s got a breeding kink I wish you luck on how many times you’re gonna come and he’s gonna come

If you’re also into taking it in the ass I respect you 👀 kinky motherfucker would love to explore some new ways to fuck

Pronebone is also basically the same as mentioned above, but it’s got that intimate feel, you get me? He’s closer to you whilst also able to attack your neck and shoulders, maybe even have a hot make out session with you while he continues to pound your pussy or ass raw.

As long as you love taking it from behind he’ll be on his knees for you. And on top of you.

Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl, You On Top:

Ride him. That’s all I gotta say.

He wants you to ride him. Fuck him silly. He’ll lose it.

It’s a perfect demonstration of him still being the dom. You may be on top, but he’s the one in control.

Might tease you by making you work hard for a reaction outta him. He’ll be pretending to be unimpressed or smug while you bounce in his lap but in reality he’s trying so hard not to break

Either that, or he won’t be holding back on how good you make him feel. Mouth open, quietly moaning, grabbing your ass or your hips.

If he can't take it anymore, he pulls you down to him and holds you tight while he starts bucking his hips, pounding up into you like a piston

Even once you both come he starts back up again before you've even calmed down

Oral (Giving and Receiving)/69:

I mean… are we really gonna question it? Yeah you better give this guy some head he is a slut for it

Give him a blowjob and he’ll be the happiest man alive

You watching his expressions as you’re sucking him off

Might take some practice to take all of him into your mouth cause this man is BIG

Even when he’s got loose sweatpants on you can still see his bulge AND IT’S NOT WHEN HE’S HARD AND HORNY. MARSHALL’S PACKING.

I wish you luck in trying to deepthroat this man

When it comes to oral, he definitely prefers receiving rather than giving

But don’t you DARE underestimate this man’s tongue cause holy fucking hell he’s feasting on your pussy

PLEASE let him suck on your clit while he’s eating you out. That man’s mouth is amazing in many ways for a reason

Imagine having to go out after and if anyone asks him if he wants anything to eat he just replies: “Nah I’m good. I had something earlier.” And then GIVING YOU THE SIDE EYE LOOK-

BEARD. BURN.

Let this man bury his face in between your thighs and imagine the friction of his beard brushing against your skin. If that doesn’t make you cum then him lapping you up will guaranteed

69 turns into a competition to see who can get the other to cum first, or a comforting session of tasting each other

Standing:

Y'all know he can do it pinning you against a wall. Thanks 8 Mile

As hot as it is, take care as not to have your head or back bang against it

Great for quickies but probably not for a long time; You gotta give his back a break lmao

Hugging your waist from behind tho :eyes:

Add a mirror on both opposite ends of the wall and you can watch him thrust into you

He's holding you real tight and close, making sure to hold you up so your legs won't buckle

Spooning:

Feelin real cozy

It can be lazy morning sex; Intimate and gentle as he places kisses behind your ear and buries his face into your neck while he does long, deep strokes in and out of your walls

Or it can be rough: Holding your thigh up while his hips violently thrust into you, only stilling when he comes after you

Another way is his cock slipping between your thighs and humping you eagerly, or his cock rutting against your ass

Push your hips back in time with his thrusts for deeper penetration or the sound of your skin slapping against each other

His hands clutching your hips or grabbing your breasts as he moans in your ear, feeling his cock twitching with his release

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ALRIGHT TIME TO STOP HERE I’VE BEEN KEEPING THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS Anyways hope y’all enjoyed this and then some <3 I might come back to this and and more so who knows? If you enjoyed let me know your feedback and if you have any suggestions!

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 5 months

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hello, Dillo! Could I possibly get some headcannons or scenario (whatever you feel like writing) of a very bubbly, sweet, and awkward s/o that just- refuses to acknowledge they like Dally because they believe he'd never in a million years like them back? Like I'm imagining one day they're chilling with Pony and Johnny and they're not being as funny or playful like usual and the boys ask why and they just whisper "I wish I was Dally's type". So could I possibly just have something with Dally's reaction to it all?

if it's too specific or if you just don't feel like it, don't worry! <3

Not Into You

A/N: Hey, hey! This has been a long time coming, and I think it turned out sort of wonky and weird, but I'm kinda happy with it so I hope you are too! Please enjoy!

“They said what?”

Johnny just shrugs and looks over at Ponyboy, shoving a few more fries in his mouth. The plate in front of him is almost empty already, the small pile of ketchup he’d squirted out almost gone too. Ponyboy shrugs too and takes another sip of his coke. They’re both acting way too calm for what they’ve told Dallas.

“I’m serious,” Dally repeats. “They said that? You’re not kiddin’?”

“Why would we lie about that?” Pony runs his finger around the rim of his glass, pushing the straw around as he goes. “Y/N told us they thought you could never like ‘em back because the two of you are so different.”

Dally chews thoughtfully on his own straw and leans a little farther into the corner of the diner booth. Johnny and Ponyboy look unfazed on the other side of the table, the latter doing his best to steal fries off Johnny’s plate without being caught. It doesn’t work and Johnny sends him a small glare. Ponyboy backs off and takes another drink of his soda.

“You’re bein’ serious, right?” Dallas asks again. “Cause if you’re not, I swear, I’ll kill the both of yous.”

Ponyboy rolls his eyes and Dally has half a mind to reach across the table and smack him upside the head. “We told ya we weren’t, alright? They told us yesterday when we were hangin’ out.”

Sighing, Dally stays in his seat and thinks over what to do next. Stark blue eyes trace the lines of the table and the logo on the side of his drink as he weighs his options and works on making up his mind. When he finally does, he stands up with a smug smirk.

“Where are you headin’, Dal?” Johnny asks. He swats at Ponyboy’s hand without looking away from Dallas when Pony’s fingers stray too close to his fries.

“To find Y/N,” he says simply. “I gotta tell ‘em they were wrong.”

He finds them in the lot, kicking around a can that has definitely seen better days. They look smaller than usual. Shoulders drawn in, head down as they mutter softly to themselves. Dally starts to jog a little to cross the street and that’s when they look up. Their eyes find his and they seem to shrink a little more.

“H-hey, Dallas,” they stutter. One corner of their mouth quirks up in a smile that’s all too forced. “What have you been-,”

They’re cut off as the New Yorker reaches out for them, one hand landing on their hip, the other cupping the side of their face as he brings them close together, his lips landing on theirs. Y/N makes a surprised noise into the kiss but doesn’t pull away, so Dally counts that as a win and doesn’t let go. He’s pleasantly surprised himself when he feels their hands rise to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair and keeping him in place.

When they finally break up, they’re both smiling and breathing heavily.

Y/N looks a little lost, eyes wide and confused as they stare at Dallas, so he figures he ought to try and fix that. He leans in again and they meet him halfway and then they’re kissing again in the wide-open lot.

“You gonna explain somethin’ to me now?” Dally asks after pulling back. His thumb smooths over their cheek and Y/N leans into the touch faster than Dally thought they would. “Why in the world did you think I wasn’t gonna like you? And why did you tell Johnny and Ponyboy instead of talkin’ to me?”

Blushing, Y/N looks down at the ground but Dally gently nudges their face back up with a finger under their chin. He raises an eyebrow expectantly and the action gets a small laugh out of them.

“I just thought,” they started quietly, “that you wouldn't like me. We’re so different, y’know? I’m not really the kind of person you usually go out with. I figured you wouldn’t be into me.”

Dally rolls his eyes and pulls them into a hug, tucking their head into his shoulder. He rocks gently and squeezes them tight before dropping a kiss on their hair.

“You ever think about how none of the people I go out with ever stick around? You ever think that maybe since we’re so different we’d do well together?”

“I guess not.”

“We’ll maybe you should’ve, ya idiot,” Dallas chides without any anger or annoyance in his tone. “Maybe then I could’ve taken you out earlier.”

Y/N looks up at him, wide-eyed and shocked. “You wanna take me out? You’re serious?”

“You don’t wanna go out?”

“No! No, I do, it’s just that- you’re serious, you’re not jokin’?”

Rolling his eyes again, Dally leans in to kiss them again, pausing to talk before he connects his lips with theirs. “I’m gonna take you out. Promise. But right now, I’m just gonna kiss you.”

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tapesfrom1980 · 8 months

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dating louis partridge would include..

-london dates. absolutely

-louis loves his city and knows it inside out, he will take you to EVERY spot he knows (if you aren’t from london or unfamiliar with it)

-vice versa, when he visits the US you’ll show him all the places you could visit during his trip

-making fun of each others accents

-“bottah o wota 🤓”

-“oh yeah? howdy partner! gonna rustle up some grub?”

-“i’m not even from the south you idiot!”

-teaching each others lingo

-“why do you call them chips?”

-“why do you call them french fries? you’re not even french”

-“if you call french fries chips, what do you call actual chips?”

-“crisps!”

-visiting him on set <3

-taking pictures of him in his character costume and making him pose

-“oh you look so precious lord tewkesbury”

-he gets all blushy and pretends to hate it

-despite his multiple kissing scenes with millie, you and her are great friends

-“oh y/n, i am so happy to see you on set again! it’s been ages!”

-“oh don’t mind me right here ladies”

-you loved his look as sid, he was a little hesitant about the hair at first but with some flirting and compliments he ended up really liking it

-while you weren’t a big fan of the role itself, he looked incredibly handsome and keeping your hands off of him was more difficult than you thought, especially the scene with him shirtless in a cowboy hat

-“like what you see?”

-“oh please, calm yourself”

-“don’t act like i haven’t seen you yearning for me to kiss you this whole time”

-he was the cockiest little shit when he knew his effect on you

-“whatever”

-(louis is definitely not the jealous type, this is for my delulu girls including myself)

-he’s always liked to be touchy with you at all times, but when you’re at a red carpet with him / premiere or generally just in public and he can tell guys are wanting to talk to you, he’ll kiss you basically every minute

-“y/n, knock knock”

-“who’s there?”

-*smooch*

-you pretend not to know what he’s doing, but it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy

-he’ll have his arm around you 24/7

-one time when a guy had the confidence to come talk to you while louis was talking to a castmate, he was over in a flash.

-“hey babe! who’s this?”

-“we’ll i’m-

-“oh yeah! anyways, y/n, we have that date for 7:00 tonight. i got us a hotel room for after too. they even have a jacuzzi, can you believe that?”

-the guy had long gone rolled his eyes and walked away

-“you have nothing to worry about louis, trust me”

-“thank y-

-“i specifically told all my secret boyfriends not to come talk to me so you don’t have to see them”

-“haha.”

-PASSIONATE KISSES !!!!!!! (!!!)

-this man will grab your face and kiss you and pull you as close as possible to him

-another classic, he’ll put his hands on your waist and trace his finger tips around it during a deep makeout session

-he KNOWS his effect on you and will take every chance possible to make you flustered

-coming to his model events, who wouldn’t?

-it gets so difficult for him sometimes, he has to ignore his girlfriend in the audience who is silently cheering like crazy and blowing kisses

-you like to bring him bouquets of flowers each time and he loves it, it makes him feel appreciated. especially with how many times he had been rejected as a model for his height (true story, isn’t that crazy??)

-weekend getaways on weeks he isn’t too busy, you go out to a different area each time usually just the two of you

-even when he’s extra busy, he’ll try to still make room for at least a saturday. he doesn’t wanna lose the special connection you have

-he is such a sweetheart. such a sweetheart

-he was raised to be a gentleman and it SHOWS

-if you guys are outside and paparazzi or fans get too rough, he won’t hesitate to raise his voice at them. it’s one thing to overwhelm him, but his girlfriend? never in a million years would he allow that

-same with backlash from fans, he doesn’t care if they don’t “like” your relationship and he’ll publicly speak out about the backlash if it gets too much

-candid pics!!

-he loves taking candid pics of you when he thinks you look pretty (basically every hour of the day)

-tons of polaroid / film photos

-he has them hung up and has his favorite one of you together in his wallet so he can always have you near him

-when you wake up and have bed hair, when you’re doing your skincare / makeup, when you’re eating etc

-he loves buying you outfits or accessories and seeing you in them, especially jewelry

-he never gets you ring finger rings, he wants to get you one when it’ll be only ring you’ll ever wear for the rest of your time

-he’s the best

#tapesfrom1980 #louis partridge #viscount tewksbury #louis partridge x reader #lord tewksbury #louis partridge x y/n #tewksbury x reader

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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CAUGHT — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem!reader

request: “Heyy Im loving your NHL fics and was wondering if you’d be open to writing one about a fem!reader x Luke Hughes imagine. Where they are dating and one of the boys comes across them in a compromising position in one of the bedrooms at a party as they’ve been gone for so long and no one has seen them but they are just making out and Luke and yn are so into it they don’t even realise someone walked in and then back out 😂😂”

summary: in which y/n and Luke get so caught up in each other that they don’t realize they got caught.

warnings: umm a heavy makeout sesh but no actual NSFW

notes: i hope i did this request justice! i tried to keep this as PG-13 as possible. this was my first Luke writing and i’m so excited to have had the chance to write this! disclaimer, this is not proofread and was written in about an hour.

i stood in the kitchen of hockey house, which was in the midst of throwing a big end of the season party, with Duke and Ethan, talking about our summer plans.

if you’d asked me 2 years ago, never in a million years would i have thought my best friends would be jocks. i always thought athletes were stuck-up assholes. but then i met Luke. it was in my first week of freshman year at University of Michigan, and i was trying to find the library, when i bumped into Luke. literally. i was studying the campus map in my hands and ran straight into him. even though it was my fault, he apologized profusely and offered to show me to the library. we talked on the way there and hit it off, from there we became fast friends. and then fast forward a few months later and we were dating. now we’ve been dating for a year and a half, and his friends have become my friends.

“hey, lover boy is hardcore staring at you.” Ethan juts his chin out toward the entrance of the kitchen and i look over to see my boyfriend leaning against the wall, staring straight at me. i quickly excuse myself from the conversation and make my way over to Luke. He smiles at me and my heart flutters in my chest. god, i love his smile. i love him. period. i set my half empty solo cup on the counter as i walk past it, and reach my hands out to Luke. when i reach him, he captures both my hands in one of his, pulling me towards him so i end up pressed against his chest.

“hey, pretty girl.” i barely hear his whisper beyond the loud music, but when his words register in my mind, i grin up at him.

“hi, love.” i press a kiss to his chest and place my hands on his hips, tilting my head up to look at my 6’2 boyfriend. “what are you doin’ over here all by your lonesome?”

“i was waiting to snatch you from Eds and Duker. you fancy an escape to the upstairs world?” i catch onto the hidden meaning in his words almost immediately, the thought sending an excited shiver down my spine. i stretch onto my tiptoes, snaking my hands up his body to latch them onto the back of his neck, pulling him down so my lips are by his ear.

“always with you.” i whisper. he pulls back and smiles at me once more before taking one of my hands in his and leading the way up the stairs. when we reach the top of the steps, he pulls me down the hallway opening the door to his room and gently nudging me inside with a hand on my lower back. i giggle at his urgency and spin around to watch him shut the door, not bothering to lock it, as no one usually comes up here during parties.

Luke glances up at me with lust filled eyes and grabs my hips, pulling me toward him so our bodies are flush against each other. i wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his face down to meet my own. our lips lock in a passionate kiss, messy yet gentle. when i pull away, our chests heave with our labored breaths, and he walks forward, forcing me to walk back until my knees hit the edge of his bed and i fall back. i giggle once more and crawl backwards up the bed until my back is leaned against the headboard, before he joins me. our kiss is continued once more, and in the midst of it, he pulls me onto his lap. i let out a small gasp into the kiss and he takes his chance to run his tongue along my bottom lip before he dips it into my mouth, turning this into a full blown make out. i let a small moan escape as he moves his kisses away from my lips, trailing down my jawline and onto my neck, suckling the soft spot by my collarbone. he groans into my neck as i shift on his lap, and i pull his face back in my hands and catch his lips with mine once again. i hear a faint click and my brows furrow, pulling back, i look at Luke. Lips swollen and hair messy, he looks beautiful.

“did you hear something?” i ask through panted breaths. he shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders.

“i didn’t hear anything.” he replies. i shrug and start kissing my way down his jawline, leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck. he shivers when i reach the spot behind his ear, and i smirk against his skin. i feel a smack against my ass before he speaks again. “i felt that smirk, little devil.”

i pull back, laughing, but it doesn’t take long before we’re back to our heated kisses.

eventually Luke and i call it quits, my lips sore from overuse, and head back downstairs. but when we reach the bottom of the stairs i realize the lack of music, the living room no longer filled with bodies.

“what time is it?” i ask, and Luke pulls his phone out of his pocket, clicking the power button.

“1:58am” he replies. my eyes go wide and i cringe. we’ve been upstairs for at least two hours. i hear a clang in the kitchen and we make our way over to see the guys all stuffing trash into bags.

“hey, when did everyone leave?” i speak up, and they all look at Luke and i, smirks on their faces.

“about an hour ago. so glad you guys stopped sucking face so you could join us.” Luca laughs and i feel blood rushing to my cheeks, blushing. “traumatized poor Duker when he came up to find you for a round of truth or dare.”

the guys all laugh, except for Duke, who avoids eye contact and flushes red. my eyes go wide and my face heats. i look over at Luke, who wears a proud smirk and just rolls his eyes. he spots my embarrassment and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in so my face is hidden in his chest.

“i knew i heard something.” i mumble against his pec, but he just chuckles and squeezes his arm tighter around me.

“eh, we weren’t doing anything to be ashamed of.”

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders

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mangekyuou · 1 year

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Hii, can I have some fluffy hcs of Zoro, Sanji, & Katakuri's reaction to their gn! s/o proposing to them? :3 tysm!

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 headcanons , being proposed to.

✸ characters! . . . zoro, sanji & katakuri.

✸ cw(s)! . . . n/a. no pronouns used. not proofread.

✸ notes! . . . these are...definitely some words put together. but i tried lol. but thank you for requesting !! also small zoro headcanon that i didn't include !! i think that outside of his earrings, zoro doesn't particularly wear jewelry. he and his spouse would do a sword exchange at their wedding <3333

zoro has a very keen eye. he notices signs right away...

you being secretive, the way you and the other strawhats would become quiet when he walked by, you ask him about his taste in jewelry

he knows in his gut there's something you're going to tell him, but he has no idea what it could be

not until you popped open a black velvet box with a ring inside and said the words "zoro, will you marry me?"

he's surprised. he was speechless. never did he imagine this. of course, he wanted you by his side for the rest of his life. he couldn't even begin to imagine life without you, nor did he ever want to

but...you wanted to marry him? you wanted him to be your husband?

his silence worries you. did you misread everything? was he not ready? did he even want to get married? did you fuck this all up?

you don't know if he had finished processing your proposal or if he saw how your face had fallen.

"i will" he said yes. the weight of the world fell off of your shoulders, taking the ring out and placing it on his finger

it's been so long since you've seen him smile that big

sanji, like zoro, picks up on the signs. the being secretive, the hiding things, the changing the subject. however, he thinks you're mad at him

he's beating himself up, trying to think of what he could have possibly done to make you upset

he even asks the others if you said anything about him

you know he’s starting to catch on. when you ask him to meet you, he's planning for the worst. on the verge of tears thinking you're gonna break up with him

however, when he sees your bright smiling face already on one knee holding a blue velvet box with a ring inside, he could just faint

hand clasped over his mouth, tears welling up, he just couldn’t believe it

“a million times yes! there are no words i can even come up with to describe how happy i am”

marriage was something sanji thought a lot about. your future together constantly came up in conversation

never did he think he’d be the one being proposed to. always believing he would be the one to propose in a very extravagant manner

but this…this was better than any proposal he could have came up with himself

proposing to katakuri without making him suspicious that you were hiding something from him was proven to be very DIFFICULT

he has an unintentional habit of using his advanced kenbunshoku haki, even when he's spending time with you. he needs to be prepared for everything.

he's not one for surprises

how you even managed to get away with him not finding out on your moonlight picnic date in the countryside was a miracle within itself

with the sweet commander munching down on delicious donuts and tea, you start your speech that you wrote from the heart

he always blushes no matter how much you compliment him. your words always made him feel giddy on the inside. he'd never get tired of it

however, when you stood up, taking his large hands into your much smaller ones. staring lovingly into his crimson eyes that looked back at you with the same amount of love and care

"kata, will you marry me?"

"yes" his answer is immediate. he doesn't need a second to think

if you had asked him years prior if he wanted to get married, he wouldn't know the answer. but now that you are in the picture, there has never been a time in his life where he has been so sure

the rest of your moonlight picnic, you keep catching him looking down at the ring on his finger with stars in his eyes

#one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji x reader #charlotte katakuri #katakuri #katakuri x reader #one piece x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #ALSO HAD SUCH A FUCKING HARD TIME PUTTING THIS POST TOGETHER IN THE EDITOR ON DESKTOP OH MY GOD #it’s usually not hard but it kept fucking up for some reason idk #☆ — MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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to the nines

pairing: rhett abbott x childhood friend!reader

author’s note: this was originally supposed to be a drabble, but it got away from me slightly and turned into something a little longer (surprise, surprise).

based on this prompt from @therebeccaw. i also tried to incorporate a request from @mermaidxatxheart about the moment when rhett decided he wanted his relationship with his childhood friend to be more.

special thanks to @luminousnotmatter for being the best outer range viewing buddy™️ (even when i jumped a couple episodes ahead of her 🤭) and @whisperofsong for not being mad at me for falling in love with her man 😉

warnings: some brief language, mentions of alcohol, and fluff sprinkled in for good measure.

You and Rhett were friends.

You always had been friends.

You always would be friends.

Just friends.

“He’s just a friend,” you’d insisted hotly in the seventh grade when some of your classmates had been teasing you about your “big ol’ crush on Rhett Abbott.”

“She’s just a friend,” Rhett told the boys who had been ribbing him and making lewd comments when they found out he was taking you to the junior prom.

“We’re just friends,” you’d chorus together whenever you happened to travel with Rhett to cheer him on at an out-of-town rodeo and elderly women in the crowd commented on what a cute couple the two of you made.

So, like the good friend that he was, Rhett had been gracious enough to agree to attend your former college roommate’s wedding as your plus one. You knew all the other friends and acquaintances who’d be attending would have boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, and wives on their arms, and the thought of showing up alone had been too wounding to your pride to even contemplate. You and Rhett always had a good time together, and you knew he’d make sure the night was memorable.

What you hadn’t known was that he was going to take your breath away and make it damn near impossible to concentrate on anything beyond the sight of him in that suit.

You’d known Rhett Abbott for almost your entire life, and never had you known him to get as dressed up as he was tonight. The closest he’d ever come was when Cecilia managed to wrangle his butt to church on Sunday and force him into a respectable button down. Hell, even when he’d taken you to the junior prom, the most he’d managed was a “clean pair o’ jeans and my nicest flannel,” as he’d put it.

But tonight.

Tonight, Rhett Abbott looked like one of those Hollywood actors the ladies at the hair salon in town loved to swoon over as they flipped through their magazines while waiting for their dye jobs to set.

Dressed to the nines, he looked like a million bucks and you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him.

You’d nearly tripped and fell down the damn stairs when he’d come to your house to pick you up earlier, the sight of him in that crisp black suit and tie, with his hair slicked back and his eyes somehow looking bluer than you’d ever seen them, enough to rob you of all coherent thought.

Rhett had just chuckled in that easygoing way of his. “It’s a monkey suit, I know,” he grimaced, holding out an arm to you as he walked you to where his truck was parked outside your family’s home. “But when you told me the wedding was gonna be in Laramie, I figured a clean pair o’ jeans and my nicest flannel wasn’t going to cut it,” he added with a wink, helping you up into the cab of the truck.

“You clean up real nice, Abbott,” you managed to get out past lips that suddenly felt as dry as sandpaper.

Real nice? He’d never looked better and you’d never wanted him more.

For all that you’d spent years trying to convince everybody—especially yourself—that you and Rhett were just friends, you knew in your heart of hearts that it wasn’t true. You wanted more. You’d always wanted more.

You wanted him to be your real plus one, not just the childhood pal who’d agreed to tag along so you wouldn’t have to go stag.

As silly as you knew it was, you couldn’t help the rush of pride you felt when your former housemates and classmates from your college days rushed to bombard you at the reception with questions about your “sexy date.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Where did you meet him?”

“Does he have a twin brother?”

“Is he as good in bed as he looks?”

You laughed and shrugged and hoped your embarrassment wasn’t too apparent as you told them, “Oh, no, we’re just friends.”

Lucy, who had been one of your housemates during your junior and senior years, arched a skeptical brow as she sipped on her Dirty Shirley. “Please. You have not been able to stop eye fucking that guy all night. Just friends my ass.”

“Lucy!” you gasped, feeling your cheeks and neck grow warm in mortification. You glanced around sheepishly, praying that Rhett wasn’t within earshot. He’d gone off to the bar to get the two of you a couple of whiskey sours.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Lucy smirked, swirling her straw around in her glass. Then she suddenly leaned in closer. “But don’t be embarrassed, sweet pea,” she whispered conspiratorially. “That boy hasn’t been able to keep those gorgeous baby blues off you either.”

Before you could fully register Lucy’s comment, let alone unpack its meaning, your friend was stepping back and grinning, her gaze landing just beyond your shoulder. “Oh, heya, Rhett.”

Stiffening slightly, you turned and met his blue gaze, warm and steady and quite determinedly fixed on you. You instantly felt your mouth dry up again. Damn this man and that damned suit.

“This little sweet pea and I were just talking ’bout how much we wanna dance,” Lucy went on, slinging an arm around your shoulders and nudging you pointedly. “So I better go find my husband before he finds himself another partner,” she added with the exuberant laugh she had always been known for, flouncing off and leaving you torn between wanting to strangle her and wanting to laugh at her tenacity.

Left alone with Rhett, you looked up to find his gaze still fixed on your face, his lips upturned in a smile that almost looked shy. But when had Rhett Abbott ever been shy around you?

Setting down the whiskey sours he’d obtained, still untouched, on the table, he held out a hand to you. “What do you say then, sweet pea?” he drawled, teasing the nickname Lucy always used for you. “Wanna dance with me?”

Trying to pretend your stomach wasn’t currently doing about fifty consecutive somersaults, you just nodded and slipped your hand into his. It was rough and calloused and absolutely perfect.

Just as Etta James’ At Last started thrumming through the speakers, Rhett pulled you onto the dance floor and tugged you into his arms, one arm wrapping around your waist as he maintained his grip on your hand with the other.

“Just like junior prom,” he grinned, his thumb gently brushing against the back of your hand as you swayed to the music.

Funny, you didn’t remember feeling like every nerve ending in your body was on fire when you were at junior prom.

“Mhm, though I have to say you clean up much nicer tonight,” you laughed, resting your free hand on his shoulder as you gazed up at him.

“I’ll have you know that was the nicest flannel I owned at the time,” Rhett scoffed, feigning hurt.

You just giggled in response, which made Rhett’s facade crack as his face split into an amused grin.

“You looked beautiful that night,” he murmured suddenly, his grip on your waist tightening by a fraction. “But I think you look even more beautiful tonight,” he added, his expression suddenly serious.

It was strange how your mouth managed to feel like the Sahara, while your legs felt like water.

“Thank you, Rhett,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Your brain was so addled that you weren’t even able to come up with a teasing response.

“County fair’s coming up soon,” he said, abruptly changing the subject, though his piercing blue eyes remained trained on your face.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, nodding slowly. “I think my mama’s gonna get a booth.”

“I was thinkin’ you and me could go together,” Rhett said, his voice suddenly sounding even lower and deeper than usual.

“Of course,” you nodded, not phased in the slightest. You and Rhett had been going to county fairs together since you were kids.

What did phase you was the way Rhett leaned in close and brushed a loose lock of hair away from your cheek, his lips skimming your skin as he whispered in your ear, “I don’t want to go as your friend.”

Your breath caught in your throat instantly and you were immediately grateful that he was holding onto you so tightly. “A date, Abbott?” you questioned, peering up at him as your pulse pounded in your veins.

“A date,” Rhett nodded, not a single trace of hesitation or ounce of a waver in his voice.

“You sure?” you asked, a slight tremor in your voice. There would be no going back if you did this.

“Never surer,” Rhett replied, his fingertips gently pressing into the small of your back as he pulled you closer.

“Alright then, Abbott,” you smiled, barely able to contain your excitement. “It’s a date.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett x reader #x reader #x female reader #outer range #lewis pullman

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moralesispunk · 2 years

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Astra (Din Djarin x Female Witch! Reader)

Summary: For years Din has visited a farm in the outer rim. Sometimes he stays for one night, sometimes one week, but it’s where his heart lives and it’s becoming harder and harder for him to leave.

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, feelings, breeding kink, this is in third person but there are no physical descriptions of “her” other than she is female and the clothes she wears so I have labelled as reader insert as I hope it can come across that way (although please tell me kindly if not and I will edit to be x oc)

Word Count: 4.6k

A/n: a break from (ir)regularly scheduled programming for a different kind of Din fic. As of now it is one part but I may write more.

When he was a child, Din’s mother used to tell him about a planet on the outer rim called Terra. The planet had one moon, Astra, and a sky that was so clear at night you could see the surface or Astra alongside the millions of stars that shone brightly in the sky.

It is a fruitful planet, with tall trees and fields upon fields of green, but it had not always been. The story goes that years ago Terra did not have a moon and instead, at night, the sky was a blanket of navy with the stars that twinkled above. That had been until one day a star fell from the sky and crashed down to the surface, breaking off a piece of Terra that floated up into the night. That piece of rock became Astra and it shone brightly down on Terra every night.

Terra was heartbroken at this loss and each day that passed the desert planet turned into a fruitful one; the rivers that had been dry raged with her tears and the wind that had been still howled in pain as it carried the pollen to greener grass. She cried for hours and hours all day until finally the sun set and Astra could be seen high in the sky.

Terra would bask in her glow and even though they only had the night together it was long enough for the rivers and wind to calm and for the planet to bore life once more.

Whenever Din’s mother told him this story she held him tighter against her side, like she was scared that he would suddenly break away from her to never be seen again. Din had never quite understood her pain, not even when he lost both his parents and was left with only the memory of what they looked and sounded like; it seemed so foreign to him that you could be consumed with such grief of missing someone that you could no longer control the rage or anguish when you are no longer with him, but then he had met her and then he had lost Grogu.

Din would come to her house when the moon was already high in the sky, dragging his tired body through the forest towards her small home that she had built herself in a small clearing of trees at the edge of the farm. It was as though she always knew when he would be there, waiting in the garden below the night sky with flowers in her hands as she delicately wrapped the stems around one another into another of her beautiful decorations. He knew that she had sensed him long before she looked up, her gaze still focused on the flowers in her hand as the energy between them grew more and more intense until he stepped forward enough for the moonlight to bounce off his beskar and catch her eye.

The flowers would be forgotten for another day, picked up only when he left again, and she would gracefully push her weight up to stand. He always took a minute before stepping forward anymore - a moment just to look at her as the dress she wore fell around her calves and she waited at the bottom of the step to take his body into her arms.

When he finally made it to her, his forehead pressing against hers and her hands holding his between their bodies, they would wait. He never knew what they had been waiting for and it took him until his fourth time visiting before he realized that she never took him any further until his shoulders relaxed and he breathed out whatever violent bounty he had come from only to breath in the peace of her farm; only then would she wrap her hand around his wrist and lead her into the cottage behind her.

For the first night they would never leave the bed. He let her take off more of his armor than anyone before and she did so with steady hands, not a word said between them as they worked together to remove every last piece of beskar until he stood only in his helmet before reaching for her dress as he deftly pulled the straps on her shoulder until the fabric fell around her ankles and he took her into his arms.

More often than not the silence would stay for hours as he brought her pleasure again and again and again, until he finally crawled up her body and slipped inside when the feeling of coming home was enough to break the silence as he groaned in her ear,

“I missed you.”

She would never comment on how vulnerable he let himself sound, or the way his voice always broke at the end like he could finally let himself miss her in that moment even though he had her safely in his arms.

It was true though, in a roundabout way that not even Din could understand. He refused to let himself miss her every time he walked away, whether it had been after one night or a few - or that one blessed week he had been able to stay. He had only done it once before and it had been hard enough, he had been so consumed by her that he couldn’t focus on anything else, and so he refused to let the grief of not having her settle in until he knew, for sure, that she would be in his arms again.

There had always been weeks between their visits, often months, but this had been the longest he had gone without seeing her. The last time he had been here had been six months ago and there hadn’t been a single soul - droid or living - who had seen his face; he hadn't yet admitted to himself that the child in his care was one he loved like a son, though he didn’t need to when she saw the way he refused to take his eyes off the child thay ran about her farm; there had been no other, except for her and his Covert, who had known his name.

He still doesn’t know why he had told her his name so freely. It had slipped out almost two years ago, when his dedication to the way hadn’t been as uneasy as it was now, and he knew when he looked up at her with her hands resting on his chest as he was buried deep inside of her that he needed for her to know his name - for her to moan Din rather than Mando in that soft, siren voice that called out to him even when he was galaxies away.

He had willingly given her more than he had given anyone before and a month ago, for the first time in five years, he had let himself miss her.

The kid was gone now; he was with his people and he was safe. It was the right decision Din had repeated in his mind like a mantra but as he continued to silently roam the galaxy between whatever bounty he could find, he couldn’t help himself from missing her. Until the kid, Din had never wavered in believing that every decision he made was the right one, perfectly balancing the pros and cons before making a move, but he needed her to say those words; he needed her to look him in his eyes and tell him that everything would be okay.

He needed to feel anything other than this all consuming rage and pain as he cut through whatever stood in his way and lived bounty to bounty, day to day, without his son; he needed the kind of peace that he had only ever felt on her farm with her in his arms - when he knew that she was alive and well - and he traveled across the galaxy to where the calmness called.

It was a familiar feeling of excitement and trepidation that came during his travel to her - one that would take hold when he finally made the decision that he had to see her again. The excitement and pull to her always outweighed the worry but he couldn’t help those thoughts that would push in. He had sometimes worries that he would arrive and there would be another in his place, their eyes meeting as she fell into someone else’s arms, but then he would repeat the words that she had told him more than once as she lay in his arms: “you own my heart Din, you take it with you each time you leave, and so there is no one else who could have it”. Other times he worried that he would arrive and she would be gone - perhaps from sickness or a harsh winter, or those raiders that he had desperately saved her from once before would have brothers that returned to finish what they started, something that had rattled Din so deeply he almost never left again.

There were thousands of fears and worries that filled his mind until she was finally within touching distance and all of those thoughts were silenced.

He watched her for a moment between the trees and as always he knew that she could feel him there but she gave him the time to come to her. She always gave him time, always accepted what he could give - like when he came she would never ask how long he would be here or when she left he never asked when she would be back.

Her gaze stayed down on her lap, deft fingers working to create another flower decoration that he couldn’t quite make out from back here. The dress she wore today was white, almost creating a bright light around her under the moonlight, and it floated down around her hips and dragged ever so slightly in the dirt from where she rested on the top step. The sleeves billowed every so often in the slow breeze and he could see from here that the ties on her chest were undone, no doubt after a long day of working on the farm, and it was enough to give him a glimpse of the soft skin he had thought about kissing for years.

He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her. He had traveled the galaxy every which way, encountered more people than most, but there was never anyone who made his breath catch in his throat the way she did; no-one who had sent a warmth coursing through his body as his palms itched with the need to touch her.

It was only when he pushed off from the tree she finally looked up, her eyes not widening from surprise but rather softening as she placed the flowers down and pushed herself to stand. She walked down the steps, her bare feet pressing into the fertile ground that was ready to plant the summer crops - a cycle he had become accustomed to over the years - but for the first time she hesitated before reaching him as his hands came up to his helmet.

Her face was always perfectly calm, the tiniest hint of a smile on her mouth and eyes that always gazed into his visor in a way that was never intense but always telling him that she had been listening, but for the first time she looked shocked - even more shocked than she had been all those years ago when the injured Mandalorian had stumbled into her farm before collapsing on her crops and she had to spend three days nursing him back to health. He could tell she had always held a slight wall up between them, a practiced emotion on her face when he arrived and left as an acceptance as this for whatever it was, what it could never be, but Din could never be mad when he had built his own wall that he had never thought about tearing down, at least until now.

She jumped forward as his fingers wrapped around the edge of his helmet, her hands that looked so small when against him coming to rest on his elbow to stop his movement before it went any further, but when he nodded once she stood back ever so slightly and let her hands drop back to her sides.

Between now and the last time he had seen her he had given his name to so many others that he was unshaken when those three syllables left another’s mouth and his face had been seen by a few - though he had quickly placed his helmet back on to be hidden once more. She knew his name - had said it more times than anyone other than his mother and father - and now he wanted her to have this too.

As this beskar began to lift there was some nagging part of his brain that was trying to push those harmful thoughts to the front of his mind - what if she no longer wants you when she sees your face - but the rest of him had as much trust in her as she had in him and that part of his brain won as he slipped the beskar up and up.

When the helmet was finally off, his fingers digging into the beskar as he held it at his side, he held his breath. He didn’t breathe as she took a step forward, and then another, until her chest was pressing against his and she was pushing up on her toes to reach his face. Her palms pressed against his cheeks and the helmet was forgotten, landing with a thump against the ground as he rested his hands over hers. She traced every inch of his face, her soft fingers dancing across his stubbled jaw and pouting lips; over his cheekbones and nose that had been broken on more than one occasion; the corners of his eyes that held smile lines as permanent memories of his visits here. They could have been standing there for hours and Din would not have cared, all that mattered was for the first time he stared into her eyes, she stared back into his.

The pads of her thumbs wiped across his cheeks and as drops of water began to hit his neck it was the first time he realized that he had been crying, his head dipping down and mouth crashing against hers as he was overcome with the need to consume her. Her hands reached up and locked behind his neck and he bent down and gripped her thighs, wrapping her body around his as he carried her through the garden and into the cottage with the helmet still left abandoned on the grass.

It was the first time they had kissed and after years of imaging it, or thinking about it every night as he fell asleep, it was so much more than he had ever thought it could be. Her lips were soft, tasting of the sweet fruit from her garden, and with each moan that breezed by her parting lips and twined with his own whimpers he pulled her closer and closer against him like at some point they could merge into one.

It was the most heated they had been, hands fighting for dominance until it was skin against skin and she was laid bare on the bed as he towered over her.

“I need-” he broke the silence far earlier than usual - though nothing about this visit seemed usual for them. “I need to taste you; I have thought for years about finally tasting you.”

Her thighs parted at his words and his shoulders held them open as he settled between her legs, his hands shaking as they skimmed up the inside of her thighs until he was close enough to press a kiss where she needed him most. He had learned her over the years - knowing exactly what she needed and liked - but this was new and he needed her to feel as good as he did now; as free as she made him feel.

He wasn’t sure how skilled he was, his body seeming to take over as soon as he tasted her for the first time, but as her back arched and she moaned his name with her fingers buried deep in his hair he refused to let those nagging thoughts dominate any longer. He kissed, he licked, he tasted, he consumed her until she seemed to explode around him; this woman who was so delicate and kind bursting out, out, out until the whole room was filled with her loud moans and screams as her nails dug into his shoulders and suddenly he was being pulled up her body as her lips crashed against his.

Usually she would see the light of the moon shining across his helmet, catching it whenever he threw his head back with a moan and casting a flash of light around the room, but now she got to watch a whole other kind of beauty.

She got to see the way it cast along his profile; his strong nose and jaw, his soft lips and cheeks, his dark brown eyes that still held a beautiful lightness. She got to watch as his face contorted with pleasure as he slipped inside, everything from the bliss calm where his lips would part and his eyelids would flutter closed all the way to a concentrated high as he chased his peak with furrowed brows and a set jaw.

Sometimes when he came here, when his shoulders held a tension that just wouldn’t seem to go, she would tell him to “take what he needs.” She would let him handle her body until her face was pressed against the soft pillows and her hands curled into the sheets as he placed his large hand on the small of her back, his weight leaning over hers as she looked out into the stars from the window and listened to the beautiful sounds he made as each piece of frustration began to chip away. She could see the tension in his shoulders now but she didn’t want to look away and so instead dug her nails into his arms and tightened her legs around his waist as he continued to drill his cock into her.

Their eyes met and her ankles locked around his waist, his hips pressed tight to hers and instead of pulling out he just pushed in deeper and deeper. He had never spilled inside of her, had never risked creating a child that he would have to leave as often as he left her, but there was something different now.

The idea of settling in one place, or having a home and a family, no longer made him feel weak - it made him feel rich in ways he had never felt before. He had thought that to be strong he had to be independent and free but to have a clan of his own to protect? There was nothing more noble than that.

“I want to fill you.”

The words hung in the air, his face buried against her neck as he waited for her answer. Their bodies stilled for a moment, her body tensing under his, but then her fingers threaded into his hair and she lifted his head so she could gaze into his eyes.

“Please.”

She had never asked, much less begged, for anything from him. Not even when he held her pleasure in his hand for hours as he let his own frustrations wash away while teasing her; not when she let him rest in bed to sleep as she got up to start the day - something he had told her time and time again not to do and she should wake him up to work the land together; not even when he knew that him leaving each and every time broke her heart and that somewhere deep down she wanted to ask him to stay.

She had always been happy with as much as Din could give, until now. He had offered, let a thought he considered a weakness since he met her - a thought that had plagued his mind for years of returning home and raising children they created together in the peace of the farm - and she had welcomed it with open arms.

His eyes never left hers as he slipped his hand between their bodies, desperate to bring her to the edge with him one more time as he spilled inside her.

He couldn’t breathe when it finally happened; when her legs tensed and shook around his waist and his cock drove so deep inside her that her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He was so focused on her that his own high was an afterthought, his arms giving out as his stomach tensed with each wave and she chanted his name like a prayer to the moon.

Neither of them moved, not even as his cock softened and they both slipped in and out of sleep, but they both held each other close. After a while, when she groaned slightly from his weight that was holding her legs open wide, he finally moved and pulled her onto his chest. He kissed the top of her head and let his eyes roam around the room once he had covered her body with the bed sheet, his hand continuing to rub up and down her back.

Her home was simple - more one room than anything else - and he had always thought about building her more. He would never tear this down, this place that she had built with her own hands, but he wanted to make it bigger for them - for the family he had dreamt of. The walls were brick and there was a fire in the middle, one that only needed wood in the coldest of months, but all around there were small objects that had been collected over the years.

She had many visitors - none like him, she had always stressed - and they all brought her something with the promise that they could camp in her garden before they moved on. Some were rare herbs that she kept in jars and bottles - ones that all held different remedies that she would explain to him if he stayed more than one night. Some were good luck tokens, small gold and silver statues that were placed on the shelves. Some brought blankets and clothes and others food and drink.

It was more homely than anywhere he had been before.

He leaned across the bed with a slight groan, reaching his hand into the bag, which had been ripped off the second he stepped over the threshold, and he pulled out a rock. It was gray in the light of day, perfectly flat and large enough to fill the palm of her hand - because even though it only filled half of his as he bent down to pick it up and bounced it a few times he knew that second how it would compare to her, but when the moon shone against it the most beautiful blues and purples shone back. He held it out towards her and she reached out with a tired move of her arm, fingers brushing against his as she took it in her hand.

“Oh, Din,” she sighed, holding it towards the window where they both watched it change from gray to blue to purple as she twisted it back and forth. “It’s beautiful.”

They looked at it for a moment longer before she sat up and the sheets fell from her body, the moon casting over her skin as he sat up behind her and kissed along her shoulder and neck as she placed it carefully on the table beside her bed. There was a collection of rocks there, of all different colors and from all different planets but all given by the man who wrapped his arms around her now. She turned over her shoulder to kiss him, a messy kiss of thanks with their mouths that weren’t quite aligned, and Din hummed happily as he pulled their bodies back down onto the bed.

He loved that she kept all of his presents by her bed, one of the final things she would see every night, but it wasn’t his favorite part of her home.

His favorite part was that she had placed the bed in a way that there was a perfect view out of the slanted window into the night sky. As he pulled her back into his chest they were both staring out of the window now, the moon and twinkling lights shining down on them as she buried herself closer against him and he finally began to speak.

“They tell me I cannot see him.”

The words hung around the room for a moment and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling her weight shift beside him as she rested her palm on his chest over his heart.

“I’m sorry, Din. I’m sure you will meet again.” She said it with such certainty - like she said with most things - that Din could not stop the way his body tensed under hers and he snapped back much too quickly.

“How do you know?”

She sighed - not in annoyance but in knowing that his reaction was defensive - and she began to trace circles down his ribcage. “Because I always know that I will see you again. You are a man of your word, Din Djarin.”

The words settled around the room as they both stared out the window.

“I wish-”

I wish there could be more. I wish that I was not damned with this responsibility. I wish that I could live a quiet life with you. I wish you could be my clan, too. I wish- I wish- I wish-

“I know,” she smiled up at him, her soft words able to silence his racing mind in a heartbeat as her hand came up to hold his cheek, “I wish it too.”

His hand covered hers, holding it in place as he turned his head to place a kiss to her palm, and the soft sigh that breezed past her lips made him close his eyes. When he finally opened them she was still looking into his eyes and his hand took the lead, bringing it down to rest over her stomach as her eyes widened ever so slightly.

Many people have trusted Din over the years; his Covert trusted him to respect The Way, Grogu trusted Din to protect him, everywhere he goes people trust Din to help them and she… she trusts Din to keep his word.

“I swear,” he lifted and pressed another kiss to her palm, closing her hand into a fist around his fingers as he brushed his lips across her knuckles and spoke his promise against her skin, “I swear one day I shall give you that.”

She did not answer, she did not have to, instead she pushed her weight up so she was resting by his head with her cheek in her palm and her elbow against the mattress, and she kissed him slowly.

Din doesn’t know when he can fulfill this promise, not with the darksaber that is resting on the table beside him or the child that is so far away - or the one that may have been made with love under the moon tonight, but he knows that he will. He always comes back and the next time, he will never leave again.

Notes: aaaaand I almost didn’t post this one because something about it felt so... personal? i’m not quite sure, but this is definitely different than anything I’ve put out there before so I do hope you enjoy

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Hello there! I hope that I'm not being rude and I hope that this follows the rules!

But would it be okay if there would be a scenario where Giorno and Josuke are affected by a stand that makes them act completely different?

Giorno acts hyper, bubbly, and adorable while Josuke acts super shy, timid, and cute! And S/O has to deal with all this adorable cuteness!

hi love, don't worry, this follows the rules!! and yes this is such a cute idea! (sorry the josuke one turned out a little bit longer oops)

Giorno and Josuke Having Opposite Personalities! (x gn! reader)

☆ GIORNO ☆

Something was up with him. Your boyfriend, Giorno, was acting really weird. He was usually the quiet, calm type. But today, it was like a switch had flipped inside of him. He was being super loud. Like, super loud. He was bouncing around as he talked, like he couldn't sit still. He was also giggling at everything you said like a little kid. It caught you completely off-guard, you had never seen him act this way before. Besides the fact that you were concerned for his well-being, it was actually really funny. You had asked him if he was feeling okay, to which he responded "I feel great, y/n! The best I've felt in a long time!" You had absolutely no idea what had gotten into him. After about an hour or two of observing his bizarre actions, you realized what was happening. This was the effect of the enemy stand he had fought earlier that day. The stand's effects must have been long lasting, despite the user being defeated. You chuckled to yourself as you watched him jump around, mouth moving a million miles a minute about how he loved you and how much fun he was having. You figured you'd just let him wear himself out for a few hours while you let the stand attack run it's course. Although you love Giorno's real personality, you'd be lying if you said you didn't find this opposite version of him somewhat adorable.

☆ JOSUKE ☆

Josuke had been acting strange all day. At school, he was usually surrounded by people (mainly girls) trying to talk to him. However today he kept almost entirely to himself. He didn't speak to anyone unless spoken to first, and even then acted terrified. He was acting shy, which is nothing like your boyfriend's usual self. You had tried all day to ask him what was wrong, but each time he just avoided you, like he was scared of you. At first, you thought you had done something to make him upset. You made yourself sick trying to figure out what it was you might have done to make him upset, growing more and more frustrated when you couldn't think of anything. You felt an ache in your chest all day, hoping that he didn't want to break up with you. After school, you went to his house, deciding that you were going to talk this out with him in person. You arrived at his house, and knocked on the door. His mother answered, like usual. "Hi, Ms. Higashikata. Is Josuke here?" You asked out of politeness, even though you already knew he was here. "Yes, but I don't know if he's feeling well. He's acting strange, he just went straight to his room and I can't get him to come out!" She said, sounding frustrated. You walked to Josuke's bedroom door, knocking on it softly. "Josuke? It's y/n. Can we talk, please?" You said. He opened the door halfway, peeking out from behind it. He yelped, slamming the door shut in your face. You sat for a moment in shock, wondering what just happened. Why was he acting like he was scared of you? The two of you had been dating for almost a year now! "Josuke, what the hell is going on with you today?!" You yelled into the door. Then, something suddenly clicked in your mind. He had fought a stand user earlier on his way to school. Was this the effect of the enemy stand? You softened your tone and opened the door to his room. "Josuke? It's okay, it's just me!" You said softly. He peeked up at you from where he was curled up on his bed. "Oh, hey, y/n," He peeped out quietly. He actually looked pretty adorable like this, despite how ridiculous the situation was. You sat on the bed, petting his precious hair that he spent an hour on each morning. He leaned into your touch, laying his head on your lap. You decided you would just sit like this, comforting him and keeping him calm until the effects wore off.

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i closed my eyes and suddenly, i became known as the monsterfucker anon—ANYWAY; wednesday doesn't seem to be the type to become a green eyed monster but how does she react to the talks about people crushing on her girl? specially since their relationship status is vague, i could see someone (maybe a co-star or just a fan) asking sin out in her presence or publicly hearing someone wishing sin to rail them. speaking of which, with all the interview talks, i can def see hem reading thirst tweets together

you said that you didn't think really that far in but I HAVE TO ASK: how influential is the show and streamers like endespair in terms of the way outcasts are treated? being called a monsterfucker seems to be more derogatory than funny or nice tbh. is helios also a late bloomer like enid? and is viper also one for the macabre? if so, i feel like her describing helios' transformation to be graceful is so viper of her

since isabelle is an endespair fan, has she done anything to wednesday in behalf of endespair? like endespair is opening fan mail for like a special or something and suddenly comes across a paper she remembered isabelle asked her and the rest of the cast to sign or a poster of the lunal curse with wednesday's signature. is that a bit awkward for her? how does she treat it? esp since isabelle doesn't rlly seem to hide her infatuation with endespair. how does wednesday react? does she feel more obligated to show up as willa in the background?

you said that wenclair isn't really hiding their relationship. will endespair ever be like "o yea guys im e "sin" addams, watch lunal curse now" or sum? would isabelle notice certain traits sin and endespair share that lead her to realizing theyre the same person? does sin call wednesday willa on set? does anyone even bother to question why these two have matching rings? on why they're always so sus and gomez/morticia-like?? why are sins eyes suddenly pitch black when looking at wednesday but bright blue when at literally anyone else??

the interview about werewolves thoughts on the lunal curse, does it ever click to people that the cute werewolf blonde with huge teeth who praised the book and the upcoming adaptation—THE ONE WHO CALLED WEDNESDAY HER WIFE– IS THE SAME PRETTY WOMAN WEDNESDAY IS OFTEN SEEN WITH? THE ONE SHE'S SO COMFORTABLE AND HAPPY WITH???

THE BTS OF WENCLAIR— they're mostly in the background but they're never NOT doing anything. people go crazy for romance and probably see how close these two are. i mean, their co-workers see it, how can the world not? master lip readers come out and reveal the disgusting, dirty stuff these two speak in what seems to be a million different languages. it causes people to look deeper in miss e. addams, the beast that got wednesday out of her cage. WEDNESDAYS HANDS ARE UNDER HER SHIRT PEOPLE, BEST FRIENDS DONT DO THAT!!!

WHAT IF WEDNESDAY'S WALLET GETS LOST AND PEOPLE SEE THEIR MARRIAGE PHOTOS + OTHER STUFF LIKE LETTERS THEY EXCHANGE????

I swear being known as a monsterfucker is uh

Seeing as outcasts exists, it's kinda up in the air. Like one, being known as a monsterfucker is usually in jest and people just think you have a type or worse case, you got a fetish💀 which is what Wednesday's PR doesn't want her known for. They just twisted it into a fascination with actual monsters.

The more outcast inclined people in Wednesday's Fandom tend to think she simply has a type and it's just a running joke bc of what she writes. Kinda like how people hope she gets her own golden retriever werewolf Gf like Viper 🥺 bc clearly she's projecting her want /j

Anyways, as for if Wednesday reacts! She always hides a smile behind a mug when such talks happen, it's smug asf too. Like I got what you can't have <3

It's hard to be jealous when their relationship survived like 5-6 years of ldr so they trust each other a lot! She does tease Enid abt it tho, much to the werewolf's confusion.

"they want me to what-"

"yes my dear, they went you to do the very same thing you did to m-" sudden hand on mouth.

"wends you can't just say that in public!?"

Pushing that quickly aside, the outcasts racism thing isn't as bad here as it is in my streamer Wednesday au.

The forevermore series change the outcasts view from caution to intrigued, it's why endespair is such a niche streamer bc it's not everyday you see a supposed scary werewolf scream like a little girl and admire a woman.

Also seeing as imperial gold (ship name of helios and Viper) is literally Wenclair, yes Helios is a late bloomer and Viper is into the dark and macabre. It's why the show decides to go with Viper narrating some of helios' scenes and vice versa for that good contrast.

"despite the fact that I've been in this school for years, I haven't been granted the blessing to see Helios shift right before my very eyes.

Now that I'm gifted such an opportunity, I cannot believe the time I've wasted not seeing it.

She's beautiful.

All big gleaming teeth and a body shifting to a form no one else can compare too."

Then on screen is the most brutal looking werewolf transformation ever.

Meanwhile, we got Helios over here stating the obvious.

"to the stars, moons, planets above- they did not have the right to give my deadly roomie a silver knife"

Helios is standing there, looking fucking enraptured with blow out eyes as Viper does idk, smth. I haven't figured out the plot of Lunal Curse other than the main points soooo, it's left vague on purpose.

Endespair doesn't accept fanmail, left over paranoia from the stalker in her junior year so isabelle can't send such things.

Wednesday doesn't at all feel obligated to pop into stream as Willa. They just work in the same room and if Enid wants to go stand up to bring her wife into a hug then that's their business as chat cries abt how single they're making them feel.

As for if Isabelle, I feel like. She'd be in denial? But then she realizes the scar Enid has isn't just effects but real and she goes, oh shit

Like just a little bit bc the way Endespair carries herself is alot more easily exagerrated compared to how Enid normally is. It doesn't help that Enid dyed her hair a little bit more saturated for Helios so they may look similar if you double take.

So she was like 'aha, totally a coincidence' but when she's watching a endespair stream, Mika will wonder where shes watching sin from.

The two fucking PANIC after that

As for the matching rings, I made Enid wear two rings just for that reason too! So in the end It just looks like they're wearing accessories, that's all. Gold rings for Enid bc the obvious is obvious and white gold for wednesday.

Enid cringes at the thought of seeing herself on screen. So she doesn't at all bring up her status as Sin on stream. Someone brings up that there's a werewolf acting with Wednesday Addams? Cringe, disgusting, hurling noises

She's her own hater and chat takes it as Enid being low key jealous that it's another werewolf and not her.

As for whether people recognize Enid from that werewolf interview, they recognize her as endespair than sin. The dorky ass clothes, known beanie and overall simp mannerisms clocked it to her Fandom.

Sorry anon,, people are delusional sometimes so while they note the simp werewolf, they don't linger on it too long.

Wenclair bts? You're so right, whenever they're outside of their room, they do alot of things. Like Wednesday chasing Enid who's wearing a bit too tight of a shirt with the smaller lady wearing a jacket that suspiciously is a bit too baggy.

Sometimes you can see Wednesday looking over papers and Enid is just leaning over her, practically caging the director in between her arms.

Inbetween breaks, if Enid is ever drinking smth, the cast kinda does a double take when Wednesday grabs the bottle and drinks from it. They didn't even looked shocked, like yeah this happens.

Idt Wednesday would ever lose her wallet, but that would definitely be one way to reveal the relationship

#Monsterfucker anon #That's so funny istf #Streamer Enid au #Wenclair

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paarthurnax59 · 1 year

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"Never to Be"

Chapter 4

Warning: violence, angst and swearing.

May 4th 2012

It had been a few weeks since you had seen Steve at the Café. Everyday, you had been waiting to see him and watched for him at his usual spot on the café’s patio. It was a Friday, and it was also your day off. After the heartfelt conversation that you had with Katie, you decided to go for a long walk in Central Park. Walking through the lane of beautiful trees, you noticed the buds on the trees were about to bud in New York City, finally telling you that winter was over. The gentle warm breeze brushed against your body as you breathe in the flowery scent of a new spring. You reached the bridge in the middle of the park and leaned against the edges and looked down at the river streaming under the bridge.

You mind comes to what Katie had said in the ally. About Dean and the trauma he had put you through.

“Of course. (Name), what you have experienced was abuse. Emotional and mental abuse, and not a lot of people break from that.”

It also started to make you wonder about if Dean truly was abusive to you. Her words echoed in your ears as you looked up at the sky, thinking about everything that had transpire in the past few weeks. Meeting Steve, the rumor about him wanting to go out with you, your emotional meltdown, and confessing to Katie about your past. Your never thought one man like Steve could cause this much emotion in you. Never would you even think a man like Steve would even be interested in you. Not in a million years. Steve was everything you weren’t. He was pure, clean, righteous, brave, and looked up to by everyone. Literally everyone in America is inspired by the man that defended the world from ultimate destruction form the maniac known as Red Skull. Making the most heartbreaking sacrifice so that people like you could live their lives.

But you on the other hand…were a broken, young woman trying to find her lace in the world. It certainly wasn’t going to be with the Winchesters, let alone Dean. He made that clear that he had no room in his life for you. A single tear falls to down your cheek while you coiled yourself drawing your arms close to your body. You choke out a sob as you let your mind wander to a dark place, filled with confusion and insecurity.

‘Why am I doing this to myself? Why can’t I just forget about my old life? Forget about Dean?’ You whined mentally as you tried to hold back another sob from your throat when you suddenly…

BOOM!

An explosion was set off to the northeast of your direction, making you stop crying and turn to the horror that was arising. Out of nowhere, A large beam of blue light shot up from a distance. It looked like it was in the direction of Stark tower and soon, flying vehicles started to scatter around the city. On those vehicles looked like were monstruous creatures that were now starting to shoot at the skyscrapers in the city. Your eyes widen at the sight, feeling helpless and scared, now realizing the city was under attack. Your heart rate skyrocketed watching people run in terror in the park to get away from the explosion. Instead of running away, you stood still, frozen in your spot watching the destruction unfold. Your breathing stopped and you refused to move until a hand wrapped around your arm pulling you away.

“Lady! What are you doing?! You need to get out of here! The city is being invaded by aliens!” Shouted one male police officer you didn’t noticed until he was pulling your arm. “We have to get out of here, miss! Now!Look up there!” He said as he pointed at the direction tried to drag you away and you almost went with him, when another explosion was set off to the west, where your apartment was. You face to turn to your home, knowing full well Katie was home doing homework.

‘(Name), what are you doing?! Run!’ Said the voice of reason trying to get you to move before the blasts came your way.

‘I can’t leave Katie! She still at our apartment!’ You shot right back, hoping a burst of courage will arise in you to save your friend.

‘There is nothing you can do, (Name)! You aren’t strong enough! This isn’t like hunting a ghost or a demon. This is a full-scale invasion! An alien invasion! There is nothing you can do for her! You have to leave!’ The voice shouted back again. You stood still a bit longer before you made your decision. You looked at the cop that was holding your arm and looked own at his waist belt and saw his gun. With your swift movements and before the cop could even react to you, you grabbed his gun and the extra bullets.

“What are you doing!?” He shouted angerly as he saw your burning gaze staring down at him.

“Protecting my friend!” you shouted without stopping for anything as the people ran from the explosion. You got out of the park and towards the direction of your apartment building. As you ran as fast as your feet can carry you, the voice in your head chimed in as you headed into the heart of the destruction.

‘You aren’t going to make it, (Name)! She’s done for!’ Said the voice in a panic but all you did was just shook you head.

‘I have to try! I can’t let another person I care about die! Not if I can help it! I won’t be able to live with myself if I ran like a coward while Katie needed me!’ You replied while still charge down the street do the very best not be hit by a speeding car and aliens shooting at people. One driver nearly hit you and shouted at you for being so insane as to run in the street. You didn’t listen nor did you care, all you were concerned about was getting to your apartment to save your best friend. You prayed to any angel that was listening that she was okay if they even cared. Reaching to yours and Katie’s apartment, you jaw dropped at the sight of seeing a big chunk of the dark red building blown off, where your apartment was.

“KATIE!!!” You screamed frantically as you ran into the building as some of the other tenants ran out in fear. You climbed up the long stairway as fast as any normal human can carry them. When you reached your floor, your legs sprinted to yours and Katie’s apartment. You saw that the door was blown off, making your heart race like rocket. As blasts and explosions went off around the city, you slowly lifted the gun with the finger on the trigger, ready to shoot if necessary. You entered your shared apartment and looked at the destruction. Nearly all the glass was broken in, the furniture was demolished, the fridge was knocked over and half of your wall was missing, exposing you to the chaos that was ensuing throughout the city. You shook your head, no longer caring about the state of the apartment. Now, you are just wanting to find your best friend and get her out of here.

“Katie. Katie!” you shouted while being on your guard knowing you could possibly be attacked at any given moment. “Katie, are you in-” you stopped when you stepped on a broken glass and looked down. It was a photo of both you and Katie that once hung on your wall. It was of you and her at Coney Island last summer. You were feeling depressed, and Katie suggested that you both go to the famous amusement park. The photo showed you two standing in front of the Farris Wheel smiling as you hugged one another, with the biggest smile on your face. It was one of the best days of your life. Your chest began to hurt as you breathe heavily, and your emotions got the better of you. as you looked at the picture and could not stop yourself from sobbing, you screamed out your friend’s name.

“KATIE!!” Heartbreak overwhelms you as you call out to your friend, hoping that she was still alive. Then, you heard a very faint cry coming from Katie’s room.

“(Name)…I’m in my room.” You heard a weal cry in the other room and quickly ran to her room and bust open the door. Your heart shattered when you saw Katie on the floor holding her leg, wincing in pain.

“Katie!” You practically fell to the floor, despite the broken glass and wood that scattered all over the floor. You brought yourself to her level and grabbed her shoulder and brought her into a hug. “Katie, are you okay?!” You cried holding her in your arms as more tears began to stain your cheeks.

“No…my leg…I think it’s broken.” She winced and howled holding on to her leg and cried withering in pain. She looked at your hand and noticed that there was a gun in it. “Where did you get the gun?” She asked you between hissing in pain.

“I…took it from a cop.” You answered honestly, hoping Katie won’t upset by it. However seeing the sour look on her face, you knew you weren’t so lucky

“What?!” She shouted at you with a tint of anger.

“It was an emergency! I had to get to you!” You defended you actions, knowing full well you would never be able to sleep well at night if something happened to her.

“(Name)…you shouldn’t have come back…You could be killed…”

“Knowing you were here? I don’t think so!” You countered as you ripped off some of the fabric of your shirt and grabbed two long pieces of wood on the floor and wrapped it around her leg. Once it was securely fastened around her leg, you turned your attention back to her. “If I help you up, do you think you can stand?” You asked with strong determination.

“You won’t be able to carry me.” She retorted, basically trying to get you to leave her behind and save yourself, but that wasn’t going to work. All your life you have had people defending you and protecting you, look where that had gotten you. You lost all of your friends and family because you felt like you never did enough, at least in Dean’s eyes anyway. God, why even during catastrophic intergalactic invasion, you still let Dean get to you. Why in the world does that man have such a unbelievably strong hold over you? Why do you care? Why should you care? Pushing those thoughts away, you draw back your focus onto Katie. As you refused to listen to her protests, you placed her arm over your shoulders. One arm holding on to hers and the other with the cop’s gun. The blonde then looked back at you with astonishment and you back at her, as the fire grew inside you.

“Watch me.” You gritted and hoisted her to her one good leg and stood up. “Just hop on your good leg. Keep yourself balanced and I will do the rest. Now, let’s go.” You finally say as you both slowly walked out of the apartment and to the hallway as the sound of the blasts being shot from outside.

“They’re getting closer!” Katie panicked as she was confirmed right when you hear the sound of Manhattan being pulverized by the alien army outside. You pain no mind as right now your only objective was to get Katie out of the building. The both of you reached the top of the steps and breathe heavily at the thought of what you were both going to do at this point. You looked Katie who was scared out of her mind and furled your eyebrows, knowing full well of what you needed to do.

“Katie, I’m going to need you to hop on my back.” You said as your roommate looked at you like you were insane.

“You won’t be able to carry me, (Name)!” She shouted but once again, you refused to listen.

“Just do it!” You shouted at her, making her flinch. You know you are going to have to apologize to her later, but that will have to wait. If you both make it out of this that is. Katies then nodded and then released her arm from your shoulders and hoped behind your back. Once she got on you, she wrapped her legs around you and you started to walk down the stairs, slowly but consistently. You didn’t have time and needed to be as fast as possible before anything else happens. Katie watched you with such amazing curiosity as you didn’t faulter as you took each and every step.

“How did you get strong?!” Katie shirked as you went down the steps with her on your back.

“I work out. A lot!” You answered back as you remained focused on get closer to the bottom of the steps. You were halfway down when another small explosion goes outside, making the building shake and the both of you scream.

“You must leave me, (Name)! I’m done for anyway! I’m slowing you down!” She tried to convince you to leave her behind to save yourself.

“NO, I WON’T! I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU BEHIND! IF WE DON’T MAKE IT, WE WILL DIE TOGETHER!” You shouted with so much agony and rage, that Katie didn’t even recognize you at that moment.

“You have done so much for me, Katie! So much that if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be alive today! For taking me in, getting me a job and encouraging me to go to nursing school and build new life!” You cried your confession while Katie just silently listening to your rant, all the while you were trying so hard to not lose your balance while trying to carry her down the stairs. You continued to go down the stairs as you shouted. “Most of all, you cared about the things that I went through! You didn’t judge me or turn me away when I told you about my past! No one in my life has done that for me! No one! Not even the people that I had considered friends did that for me! You had given me a chance at life again, Katie! I am not going to let you suffer a horrible death alone if there is something that I could do about it! So shut up about me leaving you behind because that is not happening!”

You screamed with every step until you finally reached down to the first level of your apartment building. With Katie still on your back, you ran out and got her off your, back up against the wall, before you collapse on the ground. You back roughly slide down against the red stone brick structure, breathing heavily trying to calm down your anxiety. Katie watched in horror looking at the city being attacked and turned to you.

“We can’t stay here, (Name). Those monsters that are attacking will find us.” She explained as you finally had relaxed your heart rate and you concurred with a nod.

“I know, but we can’t get anywhere without help. I’m pretty damn sure your leg is broken, and I am too tired to carry you again.” You admitted you watched the aliens attack Manhattan. I was like watching “Independence Day” in real life. Alien monsters shooting buildings attacking people, cars and buses on fire and buildings being blasted into rubble. A blast hits right above the both of you and some pieces of your apartment building started to fall above. “Look out!” you shouted as you pulled Katie and yourself away from the wall before the debris fell on top of you. You were now both on the sidewalk and coughing as some of the bust got into your lungs. You went to Katie who was groaning in agony and pain lying on her back. “Katie! Are you alright!?”

“I’m…LOOK BEHIND YOU!” She screamed as you looked behind you and saw disgustingly ugly monsters. They come at both of you slowly, like a lion ready to pounce on a mouse. Your eyes turned angry as you picked up the gun your dropped to the ground and aimed at the monsters.

“Back off! Or I will shoot!” you warned the monsters that were coming closer. “I SAID BACK OFF!” You shouted back once more, but the monsters just kept on coming closer to you. You huffed in anger and frustration, closing your eyes for one second. Your nostrils flared as you reopen them looking around the aliens closing in on you. You take the bullets you placed in your jacket pocket and loaded the gun. “Fine. Your funeral.” You muttered and then with as much control as possible, you shot as the monsters start come after you. You kept your focus and shot at them right in the head until every one of them fell to the ground dead.

“(Name)! to your left!” She shouted again and you turn to shot at another alien that was about to pounce on you when it was climbing a car. Shooting it right in the head as it’s body fell flat on the concert paved ground. Another snarl could be heard, making the both of you turn around. Before you could shoot, a smooth deep voice hissed from behind you.

“Well, what we have here.”

Said a very dark voice from behind you and quickly turn to see the who. You were now faced with a man dressed in strange green and gold armor, a helmet with long golden horns. Green cape draped over his body, flowing freely in the breeze. His face pale and eyes green as emeralds with hair black as a raven’s feathers sticking out from his helm. Deep down you knew this man was an enemy. You watched him as he his thin lips curved into a wicked grin as he looked at you.

“My, my, my. You have some real spirit in you, pet.” Said the creepy man as he walked closer to you and Katie. You stood closer to Katie and knelt to her, keeping her safe from this insane looking man.

“Not a step closer, pal!” You demanded as you raised your gun to him. Aside from his apposing form, his steps ceased, in turn made him chuckled at your pathetic attempt to protect your friend.

“Do you really think your Midgardian weapons can hurt me, little girl?” Asked the man as he twisted the large spear in his hands, walking back and forth in front of you.

“I’m willing to find out if you try to come closer to us!” Threatening him again, you don’t lower the barrel of your gun at him. Not for one second as he was circling like a vulture. “Who are you?! What do you want?! Are you the leader of this invasion?!” You interrogated while trying to keep your breathing even as you looked up at him.

“Well, since you have insisted, my dear, I will introduce myself, seeing as you are going to be very familiar with me.” He said as he stopped moving and looked at you. “I am Loki of Asgard, your new king, and you will all kneel before me.”

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