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drudyslut · 2 months

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— summary: kook princess. kook prince. perfect match, right? wrong. you hated rafe cameron and everything he stood for. and he hated you. so when your fathers spring it on the two of you that they’d arranged for the two of you to be married, both of your worlds are flipped upside down.

— CW: 18+ only !! cocaine use, alcohol consumption, sexual innuendo, strong language.

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part one

3 days later…

RAFE

“So.. Let me get this straight. Your dad, and Y/N’s dad, have formed some kind of plan to merge both companies.. And you have to marry Y/N for it to be the most successful?”

I snort. Leave it to Topper to have to go over the scenario a hundred fucking times before it finally clicks in his thick skull. I ignore him, grabbing the rolled up hundred dollar bill off the glass table and place it under my right nostril. Leaning forward, i place the other end of the rolled bill at the end of the perfectly formed white line, sniffing up the substance before dropping the bill and flopping back into the soft, white couch. Fuck, I love the burn this shit leaves behind. The way it makes my body tingle, clearing my mind of any bullshit I don’t want to think about.

Topper tries ruining my high again. “Rafe. C’mon man, we have to talk about this. What’re you going to do?”

I sit up, my eyes narrowed into thin slits at him. “There’s nothing to fucking talk about, Top. My dad and her dad have already signed our lives away. I’m supposed to marry the stuck up bitch in less than a month. I don’t want to think about it, so drop it.”

Topper groans, but thankfully, he drops the subject. I don’t know what he expects me to say. I don’t want to marry her. Marriage is the last thing I pictured myself ever doing, but even if I had decided to settle down one day, start a family, it sure as Hell wouldn’t have been her I chose. Y/N Y/L/N is the bane of my existence, and my polar opposite.

Where I like to have fun, and am riddled with issues from head to toe — thanks dad — she’s boring. She doesn’t get out, and she is issue free. Her family didn’t fuck her life up like mine did — well, until now I guess — and she doesn’t even want to change her ways. She’s stuck in the mindset of being the perfect princess. My dad always praised her when we were growing up. “Be more like Y/N, Rafe.” “Why can’t you act like Y/N? She’s a good girl.” and my favorite line “I wish I had Y/N as a daughter instead of you as my fuck up son”.

I shake the thoughts to the back of my mind. The last thing I want to do right now is think of fucking Y/N Y/L/N and the fact that come this weekend, the entire island will know we’re getting married. That’ll really fuck up my chances with getting any pussy before this wedding. That’s another thing. The girls still a fucking virgin. I mean, who the fuck is still a virgin at twenty-one years old? Y/N fucking Y/L/N, that’s who.

“You have to admit though, she is hot. And she’s a virgin, how longs it been since you fucked a virgin?” Top says, amusement lacing his tone as he lightly punches at my shoulder.

I roll my eyes. “She’s not fucking hot, Topper. She’s a bitch.”

Lie.

Y/N is a lot of things, but unattractive isn’t one of them. I would be lying to myself if I said she wasn’t fucking gorgeous. But I’ll never admit that out loud.

“C’mon Rafe. Lighten up. Maybe it won’t be so bad”

I bark out a laugh at that. It’s going to be fucking miserable. A loveless marriage. Handcuffs that I can’t break free from, even if I wanted to.

“Topper. Fucking drop it.”

He opens his mouth to speak but thankfully, Kelce comes barging through the front door. I quickly stand from the couch, making my way to my other best friend and mouthing a silent “thank you” to him for arriving when he did.

“Y’all ready?” Kelce asks, his eyes darting between Topper and I. Thankful for the intrusion and opportunity to drop this entire fucking subject, nod my head. “Let’s go”

The boys and I enter the Island Club. We come here quite often to just get drunk and forget about our shitty days. I am thankful for this tradition right about now. This whole marriage thing has had me stressed out for the last three days. I remember when Ward first came to me about it. He had told me that it was time for me to step up and do something good for the family.

“Son, a word?”

I roll my eyes, glancing at the girl laid beside me I tell her, “I’ll be right back”

My dad chuckles, his eyes glancing behind me and at the brunette that wears only my T-shirt and a pair of underwear. “Actually, you can get dressed and go. Rafe won’t be back up here until late tonight”

I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to protest, but my dad’s stern look has me quickly shutting my mouth. There’s never a point in arguing with Ward Cameron. He will win every single fucking time.

Turning to face Sofia, I give her a small smile. “Sorry, I’ll call you later”

She rolls her eyes but nods her head. She grabs her things from my floor before slipping on her white Nike tennis shoes and walking toward me. She positions all of her things in her left hand, her right palm pressed firmly against my chest as she leans up on her tiptoes and presses a long kiss to my lips.

My father clearing his throat has me pushing her back softly. “I’ll call you.” I say firmly. She turns and exits my room. Leaving me all alone with my dad.

“You won’t be calling her” He states.

My narrowed eyes find his. “And why is that?”

“Because, son. You’re about to step up and do something good for this family, and I won’t have you fucking it up by sleeping around with some bartender from the club.”

I scoff. “What’re you-” I begin to ask, but he cuts me off.

“You’re going to be marrying Y/N Y/L/N.” He says matter-of-factly.

“Rafe? You good bro?”

The sound of Kelce’s voice rips me from the memory. I slowly turn my head to face him, his dark brown eyes filled with slight concern.

Clearing my throat, I say, “Yeah. I’m good. Lets get fucking drunk”

Kelce and Topper nod their heads and begin making their way toward the bar. I follow them closely behind, but freeze in my tracks when I see her. Sofia. I never did call her, and it’s been three days since she was last in my room. I know she’s going freak out on me. If she doesn’t, i’ll be surprised.

I clear my throat and roll my neck before continuing my way up to the bar with my friends. I finally reach Kelce and Topper, they’re already ordering. “Rafe, whatcha drinking bro?” Kelce asks while looking behind his shoulder at me.

I open my mouth to speak but Sofia’s narrowed eyes landing on mine the second she hears my name has me clamping my mouth shut. I give her an awkward nod, debating on just leaving. That’s not who I am though, I don’t run away like a scared little bitch, so instead I order, “Whiskey. Neat.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’ll call me, huh? It’s been three days, Rafe. What the fuck?”

I hear Kelce and Topper snort out a laugh. I glare at the back of both their heads. I’m friends with fucking children. Turning my attention back to the short brunette, I sigh heavily. “Situations changed, Sofie.”

She scoffs at that. “Well, it would be nice to know that you had just planned on fucking me and never calling again. I wouldn’t have ever looked at you twice.”

Topper slings an arm around my shoulder. “I’m sure he would have called had he not found out later that day that’s he’s marrying Y/N Y/L-”

I throw my elbow into Topper’s side, making his arm fall from my shoulder as he groans in pain. “What the fuck was that for?” He demands.

I roll my eyes, and put my focus back on Sofia. “Look, like I said. Situations changed. I won’t apologize for not calling you, we never said it would be more than sex between us anyways”

Her mouth falls open and tears begin to well up in her chocolate brown eyes. I sigh. This is the thing about women. They always expect so much more than you’re willing to give. I never planned on having a relationship with Sofia, and she knows that. But now, I’m the bad guy because she was all but thrown out of my house and I never called.

She lifts her eyes toward the ceiling above her, blinking back her tears before her eyes find mine again. “Well, good to know. Let me get those drinks for you guys.”

I let out a deep exhale, turning to face Topper and Kelce. They both have shit eating grins on their faces. “What?” I snap.

Topper chuckles. “Nothing. You better hope she doesn’t spit in your drinks all night” He jokes.

I run a hand down my face. Tonight was supposed to help me unwind, not cause more fucking unwanted stress. “I never fed her lines of false hope, so I don’t know why she’s freaking the fuck out.”

Kelce chuckles this time, slapping a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t they all freak the fuck out when it comes to you? I mean c’mon Rafe. You can’t ever sleep with a girl without her expecting more.. I just hope you’re prepared for the long list that’s going to come for your throat when this engagement is announced.”

I sigh for what feels like the thousandth time tonight. He’s right. I have never been serious about any of the girls I slept with. They all wanted more, but every single time I felt they were getting to attached, I stopped calling or texting them. It was better that way. I didn’t want anything serious, and now, I’m being forced into something super serious. Fuck, my life really sucks doesn’t it?

“Here. Drink up, you need it.” I hear Kelce say. I turn to face him and he has his left hand extended toward me, my glass of whiskey in hand. I quickly snatch it from his grip and throw it back, downing the amber liquid in one gulp. Turning to face the bar, I slide the glass back toward Sofia. “Another.”

Two hours and multiple glasses of whiskey later, I’m drunk. The room sways a bit, and I reach my hand out to grip the patio railing. I hear Topper laugh from the right of me. “Dude, you’re fucking wasted.” He laughs out, placing his hand on my shoulder to help keep me upright.

“I- I am not wasted, Top. I’m just… Buzzed” I lie.

He opens his mouth to speak but he quickly slams it shut, the sound of his teeth clashing together has me turning my full attention on him. His brows are raised and his eyes look like they’re going to pop from his skull as he stares intently behind us.

“What the fuck are you looking at? You look like you’ve seen a fucking ghost.” I joke. But he doesn’t laugh, and that makes me nervous. Topper laughs at the dumbest shit, so for him to remain staring behind us with a look of pure shock in his eyes, it has me wondering what just happened.

My body sways to the side as I try to turn and face the direction he’s looking, but his hand on my shoulder has me stopping in place.

I narrow my blue — possibly bloodshot — eyes on him. “What the fuck, Top. Speak!”

He clears his throat. “I- Uh.. Y/N just walked in with some of her friends.”

That has my attention. I quickly turn my body, falling forward a bit but catching myself with the help of the railing again. She stands at the bar. And she looks fucking delicious right now. For a girl who has never taken it past kissing a man — if she’s even kissed a man — she sure knows how to dress the part of any other girl on this island. She wears a black, leather skirt that hugs her curves and ass nicely. A tight, white cropped top and a pair of black heels that add a few inches to her height. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, and all I can think of is wrapping my hand in it and pulling her head back as I fuck her from behind.

What the fuck? Why am I thinking of her like this? I fucking hate her. My soon to be wife. She’s a fucking stuck up, prude bitch. My mind tells me to stop staring, reminds me that I can’t fucking stand her. But my cock is screaming the complete opposite.

Without thinking, my legs begin to carry me toward her. I come to a stop right behind her, clearing my throat, causing her head to whip in my direction. The moment her eyes find mine, she’s rolling them. The act alone is fucking sexy. I picture her eyes rolling into the back of her head while my face is buried between her legs, devouring her sweet cunt. Fuck. Stop thinking of her like this Rafe, you’re just drunk, and horny. Any girl would do, but for some fucking reason, my mind is consumed with her.

“What the fuck do you want, Rafe” She sighs.

I smirk at the anger that radiates from her. “Just coming to say- just coming to say hey to my future wifeeee.” I slur. She rolls her eyes as they find mine again.

“You said hey, now run along. We don’t need to pretend to like each other right now.”

Maybe it’s just because I’m drunk, but her words stung. She really hates me doesn’t she? I mean, I hate her too. Don’t I? Yes, Rafe. She’s a stuck up bitch who acts like she’s better than everyone. But my drunken mind has me sighing as I say, “You really don’t like me, baby?”

Her body stiffens, eyes wide as she stares back at me. “I- Don’t call me that.”

I smirk. I have her worked up. Reaching out my left hand, I push a few strands of hair behind her ear before I run my fingers down the side of her face. She sucks in a shaky breath and flinches away from my touch.

“Rafe… Please just let me have a night out with my friends. In two days, we’re announcing to the entire island that we’re getting married, and I’d like to live the last two days of my life without you around… Lord knows I’m about to be stuck with you.”

My eyes narrow and I take a step toward her. You’re drunk, Rafe. Keep your cool. My large hands reach for her face, cupping her cheeks as I lower my face closer to hers. I don’t miss the way her chest rises and falls rapidly from my close proximity. She’s nervous. It’s going to be so much fun having her all to myself. Even if I hate her, pussy is pussy. And this is pussy that’s never been touched. She’s all mine to play with. To fuck. To break. To train. She’ll be my own personal whore by the time I’m done with her.

My glassy, blue eyes search her face. I half expect her to shove me away, and I’m so drunk I wouldn’t be able to fight back on it. But she doesn’t. Instead, her eyes find mine. That’s it, be strong baby girl. I like the tough girl act.

“Baby, you’re going to be crawling on your hands and knees begging for me to touch you. To kiss you. To please you. You can act like you hate me now, Lord knows I can’t stand you. But even I can admit, you’re fucking gorgeous. And I know you find me somewhat attractive.” I pause, placing my lips on the sensitive skin of her neck and leaving soft kisses, making her hiss in a breath. “I know this isn’t what either one of us wanted, but we have no choice… Why not enjoy the game?”

Her beautiful eyes narrow into slits and her lips thin. She blinks a few times before slapping my hands from her face. I stumble back a little, but catch myself on the bar, giving her a slow smirk.

“Fuck you, Rafe!” She hisses before grabbing her purse and storming off to the locker rooms.

I smile to myself as I watch her storm off. She’s mad now, but I meant what I said. She’ll be begging for more after I finally touch her. She can pretend now, and I’m not saying I’m falling for her. But Topper was right. She’s hot. Might as well enjoy the game and the perks, right? Letting out a small laugh, I turn and make my way back toward my friends, adjusting my hard cock that’s straining against my pants in the process. This is going to be fun.

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redstarwriting · 11 months

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pda/general affection hcs | ii.

ft. pavitr prabhakar & gwen stacy

request?: yes and no

warnings: language, cuteness, mentions of injuries, mentions of stressing too much, possibly incorrect use of hindi words

a/n: slay!! i think i love hcs so much bc it gives me a chance to actually get to know the character i’m writing them about lol, i hope y’all enjoy! twas a fun one

if you wanna read pt i. (with hobie and miles), click here!

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pavitr prabhakar | spider-man

pda

- he loves pda - point blank PERIOD - at the very least - his arm is around you - AT THE VERY LEAST - he’s just In Love Dude - and he gets excited every time he sees you - of course, though he reads people very well - so if you don’t like it he doesn’t do it - but bro - he LOVES holding hands - like it’s ridiculous how much he loves holding your hand - and when i say holding hands i mean hands intertwined - doesn’t matter if y’all are walking - studying - eating - just hanging out - if his hand isn’t intertwined with yours his arm is around you - and if he can’t do that his leg is touching you - and if he can’t do that his foot is touching yours - listen - he loves to be touching you - and he loves when you’re touching him - one day after his Spider-Man escapades - he rushed to meet up with you - and his hair was all kinds of blown around - and you giggled - fixing it for him - tucking it behind his ear - he was in heaven - he frequently messes up his hair now just so you’ll fix it - “Pavitr, baby, what’s going on? Your hair’s been so unruly lately.” “I don’t know, betu, but I think you should fix it for me.” “Okay, okay, get over here.” - he hopes you never catch on - you already have - but it’s cute so you don’t care - he’s also very partial to staring at you and not paying attention to anything else around him - he has frequently run into a building - or a car - while web swinging if he sees you - and he’s run into poles - other people - more cars - when the two of you are just walking next to each other - the two of you have matching bracelets - he never takes his off - one time he lost it after he took it off - he FREAKED - “(Y/N) I CAN’T FIND MY BRACELET!” “Pav it’s okay just—” “I RUINED THE RELATIONSHIP” “Pav—” “I— oh hi auntie, what’s that? You found my bracelet! Bahut! (Y/n), the problem is fixed! Our relationship is stronger than ever!” - but he BRANDISHES that bracelet - shows it to everyone - especially if someone comments on yours - he will be right there like - “I have a matching one! Are we not adorable?” - speaking of - he’s not good when it comes to getting jealous - he gets jealous easily - he trusts you 100% - it’s the other people he doesn’t trust around your beauty - he gets touchier somehow - and super pouty - “(Y/n), pay attention to meeeee…” “Pav, baby, you’re pulling on my shirt like a toddler.” “Pay attention to me and I’ll stop. Promise.” - he doesn’t get like this all the time obviously - but if it’s obvious some man is flirting with you - he gets this way - he’s also way smoother than you think - sometimes he trips up but he immediately catches it and fixes it up lol - he just loves pda - and you

general affection

- if you thought Miles was affectionate hoo boy just you wait - he has difficulty keeping his hands off you in public so in private? - game over - there are times when he is literally just laying on top of you - i’m not kidding - when y’all take naps together he is sprawled out on top of you - good luck trying to get up - it is not happening - unless you wake him up and even then he’s like nooooooo don’t leeeaveeee :( - his auntie Maya loves seeing the two of you at home - he always pours your chai for you and knows exactly how you like it - he actually knows exactly how you like everything - he will order for you just because he knows how to get it your favorite way - and when you aren’t expecting it he’ll get you coffee - or chai - or literally any drink of your choice because he knows all of them by heart - he also knows how to cheer you up if you’re ever upset - whether he needs to listen - give advice - just hold you - all of it - he knows things about you that you don’t even know about yourself - in fact - he has a little journal where he writes down everything he knows about you - it’s not in a weird way, i promise - it’s more of a “if they need this, do this” type of thing - of course, he also gushes about you in it - because he is literally in love with you - he keeps you out of his Spider-Man business as best as he can - he doesn’t want you to get hurt - because chances are if you get hurt he will literally break down - and if you’re in danger, he believes he could save you as well as anyone else in trouble of course - he’s Spider-Man, that’s what he does - but above all - he would save you - and he really doesn’t want to lose you in any way - it’s actually one of his biggest fears - and when he thinks about it for too long it almost sends him into a panic attack - “Pavitr? What’s up, baby? You’re shaking...” “Huh? Oh, nothing, (Y/n), don’t worry about me. I’m supposed to worry about you.” “Uh uh, Pav, that’s not how it works. I’ll always worry about you. If you don’t wanna talk about it that’s fine, but come here.” - he never turns down cuddles from you - never - in fact, he actually prefers being the little spoon if y’all ever spoon - he just loves being held by you - he also really loves the way you speak to his auntie - you respect her so much - and it’s obvious - the two of you get along so well - it warms his heart - and he will often invite you over for meals - another thing he loves is just being in your presence - like literally as long as you’re around him and he’s around you he feels calmer - he has many nicknames for you - too many to even pick a favorite - he’d have to think about it for a long time to choose a favorite - something he does do is he says bro affectionately to you - “Pav, how do you like this new outfit?” “Bro! You look so good!” “Bro?” “Yes, bro… just like… bro in the sense of ‘I love you you mean everything to me,’ you know?… Bro…?” - he doesn’t call you bro often but sometimes he slips up and does lol - you don’t really care it’s just funny to watch him scramble when he does call you that - and the way he tells you he loves you every day - once in the morning - once in the afternoon - and multiple times in the evening - another thing he does is show off to you in private - he always shows you his spider skills hoping to impress you - you know why he does it - and find it endearing - so you ooo and ahhh like you haven’t seen him do all of it 78 times - it boosts his ego and makes his heart flutter in the best way - he has definitely snuck into your room at night after a long day of Spider-Manning - if he’s hurt, you help - but he honestly tries to cover up any injury he’s gotten before seeing you - he doesn’t want you to worry too much - even though you do - the first time he did come to you injured you helped him immediately - and then had to hold him because you were worried - you fixed the injury - and then just clung to him like a koala - he loves when you do that - he will actually walk around while you cling to him like you weigh absolutely nothing - because you do weigh nothing to him with the absurd strength he has - he finds it so cute - he tried to uno reverse it once - didn’t work out too well for him (or you) - but he still thought you were cute even when you did fall on the floor underneath of him

overall

- he loves pda because he loves showing you off to people - not in a weird way - but in a “look how amazing my partner is! i know you’re all jealous” type way - but my god he’s soft - and he can and will know absolutely everything about you - and picks up on your moods and behaviors and will get you what you need - before you even know it - he’s very attentive - and very in love - he tells you that all the time

gwen stacy | ghost-spider

pda

- Gwen isn’t all that big on pda actually - it’s not that she like - hates it - but she also just - doesn’t care for it - it’s not like she avoids any and all physical touch with you in public - that’s not the case - and she will always be very close to you - to the point where sometimes it’s like - personal space, Gwendy - “Gwen, babe, you’re literally on top of me.” “What? No I’m not. I can be if you want but I don’t think many people would appreciate me standing on your shoulders.” “…Gwen I meant you’re just very close to me right now.” “Oh. Well, yeah. I like being near you.” - she does like to link arms with you - that’s a big one for her - if the two of you are on a walk - she will link arms with you - her hand will be in her pocket too so there’s no escape!! - not actually - you could slide your arm out whenever you want - she also will frequently bump her shoulder against yours - that’s like the biggest way she shows affection in public - she’ll bump shoulders - push you playfully - playfully punch you - playfully slap you - it’s a good way for her to show you that she cares for you - but without all the super lovey-dovey stuff on display for everyone - she will also link pinkies - but there’s not a lot of kissing in public - not even like - on the cheek - maybe - maybe - she’ll blow you a kiss - but i think it would depend on who’s company you’re in tbh - obviously when she’s around people she’s comfortable with she’ll show more - she’ll prop her legs on your lap - wink at you - will have her hand somewhere on your arm or your leg - especially around Pav, Miles, and Hobie - she really doesn’t care that much around them - but she still isn’t outwardly making out with you or anything like that - another thing she will do in public is boop your nose - sometimes you laugh - and she’s just like yeah - yeah that’s the good shit - and she’ll boop your nose cause it’s all scrunched up - it’s actually very cute - “I love your laugh.” *boop* “What was that?” “What was what?” “Why did you just boop my nose?” “It was all scrunched up and looked cute and it’s my obligation as your girlfriend to melt when you look like that.” - she does make eye contact with you a lot - but she also looks away a lot - girl gets flustered - she’ll be a blushing mess at times - especially if you do something while she’s drumming at one of The Mary Janes shows - those shows are the rare times she will give you a kiss in public - she’s just got so much adrenaline pumping through her she doesn’t give a fuck - she will finish the set and immediately kiss you - “How’d I do, babe?” “Y-You did great, Gwen…” “Awww, someone’s flustered. Good to know I have that effect on you, honey.” “Shut up, Gwendolyn.

general affection

- y’all - 🚨we got a biter🚨 - she will bite your shoulder - not hard or like with malicious intent - but she will just - glomp down on you - the first time it happened you were like girl, what? - but now it’s just kinda - awwww - like you’ll be minding your business - cooking dinner or something - and out of nowhere - *chomp* - “Gwen, babe, I’ll give you attention in a minute just let me finish this.” - she will stay there until you are done - if you walk she walks with you - she’s also much more laidback when the two of you are alone - in fact, she is way more open to everything - she will frequently crawl on the ceiling and hang upside down just to give you an upside-down kiss - it’s like her favorite thing - “Again?” “Obviously.” “You know we have the ability to kiss right side up?” “Where’s the fun in that?” - you must admit - you do like the kisses - something else she really likes to do is dance with you - like y’all will be in the kitchen - at like 3am - looking for a snack or something - trying to keep quiet so her dad doesn’t wake up - and she’ll just start spinning you around - she’s lucky she’s so graceful or else her dad would be ready to fight every time you stay over - he also lets you stay over a lot - he wants to give Gwen freedom - and he knows that he can trust you - you’re also the closest she’s been to anyone after Peter (which you help her with tremendously) - so he’s more than okay with having you around - and she is too - the two of you will share a bed - facing each other - this is when she shows the most physical affection in your relationship she’ll stroke your cheek with her thumb - steal kisses - rub your back and arm - play with your hair - she gets needy when she’s tired - and when she comes home tired from a long day of being Spider-Woman - she’ll just collapse on her bed with you in it - “Babe, you should take a shower” “But I want cuddles.” “Gwen, go clean yourself.” “But I want—” “I will cuddle you only if you take care of yourself!” - she tends to let her basic needs fall behind her duties - so you are always there to remind her to do things - she does the same with you - in fact, she’ll always put your needs before hers - which you scold her for - but she doesn’t care - you’re more important to her than herself, so - like actually, after Peter she can’t afford to lose another person close to her in her life like that, she’s always checking on you and will frequently stress herself out worrying about you - you’re always cared for - always have food - always have a place to stay - anything you need she will get you - she also tries really hard to tell you where she is all the time - she shares her location with you - and even has another dimension-hopping watch so she can reach out to you when she’s away - took a while to convince Miguel of that - “but he caved eventually,” she said - Hobie made her oneL LMAO - she will write a lot of songs about you - like all the time - you’ll never see them - maybe - and if you do she’ll try to play it off like she isn’t a cheesy romantic at heart - but you mean a lot to her - and she means a lot to you

overall

- Gwen isn’t too physically affectionate - but she is when it counts - and she will do whatever it takes to take care of you - you are the light of her life - she will do anything to keep it bright

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asvterias · 1 month

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𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 ~ 𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺

summer masterlist || clarisse’s version || robyn’s version

warnings: just minor cursing!!

pairings: summer dacosta ✘ black!fem!reader

genres: very clingy!summer x very!clingy!reader, kinda naive!reader, smitten!summer, wholesome fluff between summer’s family & reader, chaotic family goals, summer’s sister is named after months (idek 🤷🏾‍♀️), reader is considered a sister/daughter-in-law by summer’s close family, reader is indecisive (LIKE ME Y’ALL 🤞🏾😘), mentions of marrying, summer is VERY DOWN for reader

summary: in which, spending the christmas holiday with your girlfriend’s family takes a surprising outcome.

word count: 2.7k+

tag list: @xanasaurusrex @star-girl69 @nvirskies @thegiganticgirlkisser @novastarrs @karslyn @yourmom-25s-blog @matchmalonee @missingaevelynhugo @symp4nat @marvel8169 @lyzsaphrodite @babyzzlove @shark1008 @rztaros@ocaeies @oceean @onxlyficcharacter @glwmcres

author’s note: i didn’t know which character to write it for so decided to do both alternate versions.

Song Playing — Margaret by Lana Del Rey (just the main chorus is used)

‘Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Visiting your girlfriend’s family for Christmas was an occasion you dearly anticipated. It was great reuniting with her family for the holidays and relaxing from the stress of school.

Summer’s parents were Charlotte and Jamal Dacosta, who were married for 30 years and wonderfully nurtured an all-girls family. Her parents had three younger daughters, assuming they were triplets, named April, May, and June, now 13 years old.

Right now, they had just gone errand shopping, leaving you and Summer alone in the house, and wouldn’t be back until a few hours later. Deciding to take advantage of your alone time, you two made it quite worthwhile, firstly unpacking your suitcases. Every moment spent together was precious and memorable so you made every time unforgettable.

When you know, you know

Soon after, you two did each other’s hair, wore matching clothes, horribly danced and sang, watched your favorite movies, cooked lunch together, and made out all in the span of five hours.

By evening, her family reached home, hands filled with Christmas-related supplies, some being groceries. Guess they also did some last-minute grocery shopping as well. While everyone was decorating the Christmas tree, all humming along to Christmas songs and dressed in matching Christmas pajamas, including you. Summer’s parents never singled you out, you were their eldest daughter’s girlfriend, a huge reason why Summer’s smile brightened immensely for the past 2 years. You felt grateful to be a part of such a loving family, and they never let you forget it. Her siblings admired you, especially June, the youngest one, she was very shy, unlike her older siblings who were all brazen and outgoing. June loved the attention you gave her, aware she was your favorite sister.

Later that same day, the Dacosta family was arguing over which Christmas movie to watch, many voices overlapping with different opinions in mind.

“Y/N should choose, she’s our guest.” Jamal bargained with his daughters.

“Yeah, Dad, because all of our guests basically live here and are dating Summer.” April sarcastically replies.

“Young lady, you better watch that tone!” Her dad, Jamal warns.

“Hey, don’t be an asshole,” June shouts at April.

“Language, June!” Charlotte chastises her youngest daughter with a firm look.

“Did I lie?! Exactly, I never lie.” April taunts.

It kinda makes me laugh, runnin’ down that path

When you’re good as gold

“Y/N’s basically our sister-in-law at this point, we don’t have to sugarcoat it anymore.” May points out. “Or did I only see Summer’s pinboard with all things wedding-related, alongside a picture of her and Y/N?”

“Shut up, you little snitch,” Summer flings the mixing spoon in May’s direction, “What the hell were you even doing in my room?”

“Ummm we’re siblings, I needed some jewelry and I politely took some without your knowledge, it’s not a crime...”

“Yeah, it is a crime,” April chimes in, crossing her arms, “It’s called stealing,”

“And you’re suddenly lacking jewelry?!”

“Ehh not really,” May shrugged nonchalantly, “You weren’t home so the opportunity kinda raised itself.”

“But I locked the door!”

“And I opened the door with a bobby pin, it’s not rocket science!”

“Mom!” Summer yelled, resorting immediately to discipline, “Aren’t you gonna say something to them? This is a complete invasion of my privacy!”

Charlotte looks at the triplets, “Girls, it was very wrong to sneak and snoop through your sister’s room.”

“Me! I never participated in such activities,” April defends herself, “That was all May and June.”

“June, you were in on too?”

“Like I said I got bored and called June,” May grinned.

“June!” Summer shouts betrayed at her youngest sister.

“Sorry, May was very convincing.” June murmurs, too ashamed, avoiding making eye contact with her eldest sister, “Besides, I think the pinboard was very lovely. Are you guys really getting married to each other or is Summer just manifesting?”

“The truth comes out once and for all,” April laughs, eating the spare marshmallows.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you’re old, you’re old

“Shut up April!” Your girlfriend yells at her sister.

“Don’t tell April to shut up!” May exclaims.

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

“But Y/N can!” May concluded and turned to you, “Y/N shut Summer up! She’s puppy-dog whipped for you, we all know it!”

“See the kind of family you’re marrying into, Y/N, enjoy it while it lasts.” April teases you, nudging your side slightly.

You paid no attention to April’s comment, eyes glued on Summer as she consistently argued with her sisters. Everything was hectic right now, and your reaction towards it certainly wasn’t helping anyone, especially your girlfriend.

“What is she talking about?” You turned to your girlfriend, watching her shoulders tense up as she awkwardly shuffled on her feet.

“Nothing important,” Summer dismissed with a wave of her hand.

“Nothing important,” May mocks her eldest sister, “You basically planned the rest of your lives together, I wouldn’t classify that as nothing.”

“I’m gonna literally kill you,” Summer fiercely glares at May, “Mark my words!”

“Wow, I’m so scared,” May rolls her eyes.

“Imma show you scared, alright,” Summer began to venture towards May but her father’s reflexes were quicker, and grabbed his daughter. Jamal keeps his grip strong, stopping Summer’s actions of attacking her younger sister.

“How about we all go bake some cookies to settle down?” Jamal suggested, still holding his eldest daughter, waiting for her to calm down. May stuck her tongue out, spurring Summer’s annoyance, who struggled to escape her father’s strong grip.

“That’s a good idea!” Charlotte agrees, clapping her hands.

Summer’s parents made all of you settle into the kitchen, tasking each sibling with various tasks of baking gingerbread cookies. Luckily, you were given the easiest job, icing them after they cooled down whilst Summer made the hot cocoa. For the rest of the night, Summer and May were distanced furthest away from each other, hesitant if another sibling fight was to break out.

Your girlfriend’s irritation at her sister simmered down at the sight of you. Keeping her close to you made her mind hazy, forgetting all about the earlier argument and focusing all her affection on you. Being clingy with each other, Summer hugged you from behind, kissing your neck as you giggled at her actions, miserably failing to put the icing on the gingerbread cookies.

Like Hollywood and me, the diamond on your ring

The soul that you bring to the table

“Stop doing that, babe.” You squirm from her kisses, an easygoing smile evident on your lips. “I don’t wanna mess up the gingerbread cookies,”

“Why should I? You clearly love it.”

Her hands wander onto the inside of your pajama shirt, lingering her soft touch across your stomach, kneading at the flesh. Your girlfriend stares at you, viewing your side profile, observing your cute mimics, and admiring your beautiful melanin skin.

“I do, but the gingerbread cookies—“

“Will be fine besides everything you do is perfect,”

“So will you let me focus?!”

You thought so; it was worth a try.

“Nope.” she squeezed your waist tighter, resting her head against the back of your shirt, “Just pretend that I’m not here.”

“That’s quite impossible, I could never fathom you not being here.” She presses light kisses on your shoulders as her curly hair tickles your neck, giving you tiny goosebumps.

“Stop being sappy, that’s my job!”

“Never!”

One that makes me sing

In a minor key

She gently pecks your lips, and feeds you a marshmallow, both smiling in contentment at each other’s presence.

To end the night off, her parents stuck to their created tradition. It was a tradition in the Dacosta household to watch Christmas movies every night in December, to keep the winter season alive. You thought it was cute, and instantly adored the little family tactic. Summer didn’t mind her family’s tradition, quite accustomed to it from a toddler, and now since you were dating, no complaints left her mouth. As long as you were beside her, or holding her, she slept like a baby, comforted in your arms.

Eventually, on Christmas Day, extended family is invited over and that hassle is settled down again with the same method.

After hours of incoherent curses and overlapping yelling, the classical ‘Home Alone’ movie was finalized and everyone was huddled up on couches in the living room. Her siblings took the bigger couch, sitting directly in front of the television whilst you and Summer sat on the right couch, partially facing the television and her parents sat opposite.

The lights were dim, giving the room a much cooler vibe to drift asleep in. Munching down on cookies and drinking hot chocolate as you snuggled up with Summer with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two.

“I wish we could be like this forever,” she whispers in your ear.

“Me too.”

There were some beats of silence, canceling out the movie sound effects as you remembered the huge sibling dispute, regarding the topic of marriage, and Summer wanting to be your future wife.

That innuendo May had teased you about clawed at your mind and made you anything but curious. Since it stemmed from a whole argument from Summer, this discussion wasn’t a light topic to handle, but you wanted answers! You wanted answers and you wanted them now. Hopefully, there aren’t limited answers to the questions you desire to ask, which will leave you irritated. You want the whole truth, not the half or a quarter, you just want the full truth and if your girlfriend knows what’s best for her, she’ll be completely honest with you.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

Certainly, you misheard what your girlfriend’s sister had so brazenly said to you. Summer wanted to marry you, sure it was a little stretch, you’ve been dating for 2 years now, so you didn’t think that thought would cross her mind. It didn’t even cross your mind. Never mind, that was a fucking lie, seeing as your Pinterest board is mostly dedicated to wedding-related content but you kept that private. Well, you couldn’t have been more wrong, apparently, that thought had crossed her mind, and it remained there.

So asking the question couldn’t hurt, right? Not that it was a complicated question which depends on your girlfriend’s response. Or maybe confirming your assumptions would end your overthinking once and for all.

“Hey, babe.” you look up at her.

And when you’re old, you’re old

Like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring

“Mhmmm…” her attention no longer directed on the movie, peers down at you.

“About May’s earlier statement, is that true?”

At first, she stayed silent, contemplating her upcoming words. She exhaled slowly, nodding gently, and whispered back, “Yeah, it’s true.”

Your eyes sparkle in astonishment, “Really? You want to marry me?”

“I’d be crazy not to…and I know that might be moving too fast but I’ve never been so certain about anything else in my life..well besides dating you. You’re my absolute dream girl and someday I wanna make you my wife.”

You giggle, hiding away your flustered face, “But I don’t understand, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was kinda embarrassed,” she sheepishly admits, “Scared kinda.”

“Scared?!” You shake your head. “You?! The most confident girl I know was too scared to tell me this?!”

That soul that you bring to the table

One that makes me sing

“I was scared of your reaction; that you’d possibly freak out thinking I’m moving too fast in this relationship and end it all.”

“You’d really think I would break up with you over a future reference?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow, “It’s not a crime to think about those things, even I thought about our marriage from time to time.”

Summer stared at you, shell-shocked as she stammered on her words, “You thought about it too?” Like she couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“Of course, I did.” You reassured her, bringing your interlocked hands to your chest, and squeezing her hands tightly.

“No bullshitting, right?”

“No bullshitting whatsoever.”

All Summer did was flash you a toothy grin and briefly peck your lips.

“Guess what, then?”

“What?” She bites her lower lip, brown eyes glowering at you.

“I wanna marry you too.” You stated.

“Why not we get—“

“Ehh Hey!! Lovebirds!” May whisper-shouts interrupt your lovey-dovey bubble.

“What?” Summer grew agitated by her sister’s interruption.

“Keep it down! Some of us are trying to watch the movie.”

“Mind your own business then!” she rolls her eyes at her sister, throwing a pillow towards May.

“You’re really a fool in love,” You chuckle.

“Only a fool for you, I promise you that.”

“You’re a lovesick fool regardless.”

In a minor key

Diamond on your ring

This time she shifts her full attention onto you, eyes sparkling in admiration as a warm smile appears on her face, “Now, my darling wife, where were we?”

“Oh, so we’re starting the names early then?”

“Well, I definitely intend to make you my future wife, why not get a headstart?” She winks, gazing at her beloved girlfriend.

You pressed her lips against yours softly, seemingly making the kiss sweet and innocent. Tugging one of Summer’s loose curls that dangled in her face, you pulled it behind her ear as your lips moved as one. You adored Summer’s hair, thick voluminous curls flowing down to her neck and you couldn’t resist playing it in when she was close.

“I think that’s a great idea, my love.” You sigh, finally pulling away from the kiss, your thumb gliding across her soft cheeks as she smiles lovingly at you. Every day you wake up, guessing how truly lucky you are to be dating her, to be her forever girl, to be her future wife. Instead, she always reassures you that she’s the only lucky one to be dating such a unique woman as yourself. You two made each other complete, like pieces of a puzzle, longing to be together, destined to stay together forever, to overcome any obstacle thrown your way made to test your love. Summer didn’t know what it was like to be truly in love and to experience severe heartbreak whenever you’re not around, and now she understands why couples are so clingy with each other. Now she fully comprehends why love languages are important to express, if not some, maybe all of them. Love is deemed too powerful, and the stability depends on both partners’ perseverance to keep their relationship thriving for the better. Summer knew love changes a person, whether it is for better or for worse, weighing on the aspects of a healthy or unhealthy relationship. Without a doubt, Summer knew you were her soulmate, from the moment everything connected with you two, and how perfect your kisses were, she couldn’t find a more perfect girl anywhere. You were her girl, her only girl, her perfect girl, and hopefully her forever girl.

Either way, you two were utterly obsessed with each other, and nothing or nobody could ruin it, not if both of you had anything to say.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

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thank you to @astarionbbg for your support <3 we hope you like your match up

if anyone else wants a match up this is our ko-fi

your match up is....

ASTARION!!!

SFW

How you met: You felt a light brush against your thigh as you were walking down the street. Boxing had honed your reflexes, so you quickly grabbed whatever it was which brushed against you. You found yourself holding hands with a pale haired elven man. “Oh dear, I really can explain,” Astarion drawled. Although annoyed, at being pickpocketed, you decided to hear him out. Astarion went on to complain about how he desperately needed nicer clothes, since his although fashionable were looking a bit worn out. He talked about how this never happened to him and that he usually was usually very skillful but everyone rolls a critical failure somtimes. You found his personality charming enough and understood the pain of not being able to dress how you wanted to. You decided to help him out and take him to a shop which you knew sold good clothing at lower prices. By the end of your little impromptu adventure, Astarion had already set his mind on seducing you.

Weightlift Astarion as much as you like, he loves it. He loves watching your muscles flex as you lift him up and off of his feet. It sure is an easy way to get his attention. You know those tiktoks where the gf and bf try different exercises using the other person? Like squats and hip thrusts. He’d be down to try, “Come darling, let’s have a bit of a competition shall we, hm? Just to pass the time?”��

The SECOND y’all get to the city, Astarion would drag your cute ass to the Facemaker’s Boutique and get you both matching, tailored gothic fits. Because who said you can’t get rid of tadpoles in style? And of course, he pays for everything (with stolen money).

When you both are cuddling with your back against his naked chest, he runs his hand through your hair and lightly brushes against your ear piercings, admiring them.

Astarion’s secretly a big reader (he’s the only one in camp apart from Gale who owns a book). You both would start an intimate book club together, and enjoy each other’s cutting remarks about sub-par books as well as the rare appreciative comments.

Although Astarion prefers being protected than being super protective himself, once he recognises how precious you are to him he would be very protective of you. He doesn’t have many people in his lives who he cares for and who in turn care for him.

Astarion’s a pretty insecure fella, and would always be concerned about doing something wrong or driving you away. His heart is fragile and he has many issues about relationships. Your love language being affirmations, would help soothe his worries.

He would be supremely pleased if you ever asked to draw him and capture his likeness. He can never see himself in a mirror, but would be overjoyed to see himself reflected in your eyes and eternally captured in your art. He would heavily suggest you draw him in the nude.

Astarion would eventually ask to join your DnD group. Although not immediately understanding the appeal at first would warm up to it once he realised he could cause all kinds of havoc. He would strictly play as power-hungry elvish rogues.

Astarion, being assertive and passionate himself, is drawn to your energy. He admires your wit and sarcasm, and the banter between you two would be a form of playful courtship.

NSFW

Whether you are bulking or cutting, Astarion enjoys feeling up your muscles and softer parts. As a man who has been with people of all shapes and sizes, he would enjoy your body no matter what you look like. He cares about who you are on the inside, just as you love him for more than just his body.

Astarion enjoys getting you to sit on his face with your muscular thighs enveloping his face, he first licks his tongue up and down your labia. Then he parts your lips, sucking on your labia, and moving to your clit. Each flick of his tongue on your sensitive bud makes your thighs push closer onto the side of his face. He groans as he feels you squirm above him.

Watching you shadow box makes him horny. He’ll come up behind you as you finish a set of punches and snake his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You gasp as you can feel his hard clothed cock push into your ass.

Astarion loves biting for obvious reasons. He will kiss, suck and bite on your skin. He loves it when you moan because of him.

Fashion? Astarion has the sexiest lingerie known to mankind. He satin cock warmers, and rubs it on his dick before taking them off, to get himself extra hard before fucking you.

Astarion likes to carry you and have sex with you against a wall, he’s strong and has toned muscles. When he wraps your legs around your waist you can feel them flex as he pumps you.

He really likes your angel fangs and when he kisses you he bites your lower lip softly with his fangs. Just to remind you who the real vampire is.

Astarion asks to drink your blood before sex sometimes, after drinking he penis begins throbbing and becomes extra sensitive. Just waiting to be buried in your soft warm pussy.

He uses his finger to take his precum and asks you to taste it. “I want you to know that I am delicious, darling.”

Astarion would always remind you that he loves you and he’s all yours as you are his, after sex. He can get a little poetic about it but it’s hard to pay attention to his words as his dick flops around has he makes his little speech of love.

your angel fangs,

admins sar, san & sav

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yelena-bellova · 1 year

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Instinct: Din Djarin x F!Reader - Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen: Don’t Be A Hero

Plot: Din, Y/n and Cobb Vanth prepare the town of Mos Pelgo for battle against the Krayt dragon.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: language, v*mit (I got my fellow emetephobics covered)

A/N: This whole chapter feels like filler before we get to the real story, so watch out. We’re getting angsty and fluffy next time…enjoy! (Also, the tag system’s freaking out on me and won’t let me add links so the masterlist isn’t linked for that reason.)

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The next day, with everyone in a reasonable mood, we set out by Bantha to the krayt dragon’s hideout. I hung on the back, both hands on Din’s hips as the creature treaded through the sand.

The remarkable thing about the two of us was that while I could spend forever listening to his voice, nothing ever needed to be said between us. We existed in that silence that only came when two people were truly at ease with one another. Din kept a hand over mine, giving my knuckles a stroke every once in a while, letting me know that though we were on a job, he was thinking of me in a softer way.

When we arrived at the canyon, one of the Tuskens took a Bantha and led it towards a great gaping hole. The others led me, Din and Vanth uphill so we could observe from a distance.

“They say it lives in there,” Din translated for us, “They say it sleeps. It lives in an abandoned Sarlacc pit.”  “Lived on Tatooine my whole life, there’s no such thing as an abandoned sarlacc pit,” Vanth stated.

Din took a look through a pair of binocs before handing them to me, “There is if you eat the sarlacc.”

At the risk of looking stupid, I didn’t let my jaw drop. Internally, I felt a little colder.

“They’re laying out a Bantha to protect the settlement,” Din explained “They’ve studied its digestion cycle for generations. They feed the dragon to make it sleep longer.”  “Oh,” I smiled sarcastically, “Well, that’s lovely.”

“Watch, the dragon will appear.”

The three of us sat in silence, the child watching excitedly next to me. As the Tusken below us alerted the dragon to his presence, the kid whined happily. If he’s even slightly normal after all this, I thought, it’ll be a fucking miracle…

As soon as the Tuskens cried, a great bellow came from inside the pit. The sand began to rumble and the Tusken ran as fast as he could back. But no speed could match that of the tremendous dragon that surged forward, opening its massive jaw and swallowing the Tusken whole.

It left the Bantha.

“They might be open to some fresh ideas,” Din commented.

The kid had sought shelter against my leg, I had to physically pull him off just to get him in my arms. “We’re good,” I cooed, “Not all of us, but we’re good.”

We regathered with the rest of the Tuskens, them and Din began to construct a plan in their native language. Vanth and I sat to the side and waited for them to include us in the discussion.

“So did y’all,” he gestured to the child awkwardly, “Make that?”  I smirked, “I feel like I should be insulted. But no, he just kind of…found his way to us. Or we found our way to him.”

“I’m not really sure what you see in him,” Vanth nodded towards Din, “But y’all seem to work together well.”

“Sometimes the hardest people to work with make the best partners,” I said, trying not to let my smile get too obvious as I watched him.

Eventually, Din gestured for us to come and see what they’d worked on. A small model of bones and pebbles gave us…little to work with.

“What are the bones?” Vanth asked.

“That’s the krayt dragon,” Din answered.

“The rocks?” I asked.

“That’s us.”

The rocks were scattered AROUND the bones. We’re getting how close to this thing?

“That’s not to scale,” Vanth said.

Din replied, “I think it is.”

“Can’t be, it’s too big.”  Din asked the Tuskens, they replied. “It’s to scale.”  “I’ve only seen its head and neck, it’s bigger’n I guessed,” Vanth said, a hint of apprehension to his tone, “Might be time to rethink our arrangement.”

“You think?” I shot back, knocking my knuckles against Din’s arm, “We’re good, we’re not that good.”  Din signed something to the Tuskens which led them to scatter significantly more pebbles around the dragon.

“That’s more like it,” Vanth said, I breathed a little deeper, “Where are they getting the reinforcements?”  “I volunteered your village,” Din said.

I put a hand to my face, so close…

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“They attacked us less than a year ago,” Vanth said once we were back in Mos Pelgo. We’d pulled up outside the cantina, where we’d started. “Killed half a dozen of us by the mining camp. I’d say I took down about twice as many Tuskens.”  I sighed, leaning against the bike’s handles, “Look, you’re gonna have to lay it out plain and simple for them. It’s either work with the Tuskens temporarily or lose the whole fucking town eventually to the krayt dragon. That’s logic that anyone can understood.”  “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Vanth half smiled before heading into the cantina.

“Maybe ask next time before you volunteer someone else’s people for a fight,” I said to Din before he hopped off the bike.  “We don’t have a chance without extra hands.”

“Yes,” I grunted, landing on the sand, “Just think it through next time.”

I went about getting the child out of the satchel. “Since when are you the voice of reason?” Din asked.

Since I saw what it was like to have people I care about in danger, I thought.

But I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.

“How do you know I haven’t always been the voice of reason?” I asked with a smirk.

Din shook his head and strode off to the cantina. The kid and I followed suit.

Vanth went about getting the town gathered, something that took a total of about five minutes.

“This here is a Mandalorian,” he began his speech to the crowd.

“We’ve heard the stories,” the bartender said from his seat.

“Then you know how good they are at killing,” Vanth replied, “Now, this one’s got a problem. I got a suit ‘o salvaged armor and the Mandalorian creed says it’s his to take.”

The people began to murmur amongst themselves.

“But I’ve got a problem too,” he continued, “A krayt dragon has been peeling off our pack animals and sometimes, taking our mining haul with it. It’s just a matter of time before it grows tired of banthas and goes after a couple of you townsfolk, or even, so help us, the school.”

“As much as I’ve grown fond of the armor,” Vanth talked over the people’s chatter, “I’m even more fond of this town. The Mandalorian and his partner are willing to help us slay the leviathan in exchange for returning the armor to its ancestral owners.”

“Well, that settles it,” the bartender spoke up once again.

“There’s more,” Vanth stopped him, “We can’t take on the krayt alone,” he took a breath for strength, “And the Sand People are willing to help.”

That did it. The townspeople erupted from their seats, not mincing any words.

“They raid our mines!”

“They’re monsters!”

Din stepped forward, “We’ve seen the size of that thing, it will swallow the whole town, if the fancy hits it. You’re lucky Mos Pelgo isn’t a sand field already. I know these people. They are brutal. But so is the Dune Sea. They’ve survived for thousands of years in these sands and they know the krayt dragon better than anyone here. They are raiders, it’s true. But they also keep their word.”

“We have struck a deal,” Din continued, “If we are willing to leave them the carcass and its ichor, they will stand by our side in battle and vow never to raise a blaster against this town, until one of you breaks the peace.”

There was silence as the townspeople thought the proposal over. I was prepared for them to take much longer when a soft voice piped up.

“What do you think, ma’am?”

I searched through the crowd to see a young woman, not much older than me, looking to me as if I held the answer to it all. It felt strange to be viewed as someone who had any grasp on what they were doing.

“You won’t find a better bargain than this,” I answered, “Sand People, while somewhat reasonable, aren’t known for their diplomacy. If you turn your back on them now, the violence will never stop. Think five, ten years in the future. Is that the life you want for your kids? Your grandkids?”

It made an impact, I could tell. The women especially seemed to take it to heart. I hadn’t meant to speak to their families, but with one of my own, maybe my heart had done the talking.

I used to slit people’s throats without a second thought, now I’m a little woman thinking about family. Talk about an overnight change…

The bartender was the first one to stand, “I say we go.”

Slowly but surely, the rest of the town came to the same decision. I could only hope that the peace would hold long enough for the job to be done.

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Later, as we awaited the Tusken’s return, we got the townspeople gathering weapons and organizing supplies in crates. For a small town, they were surprisingly armed. I’d seen less weaponry in Guild hotspots.

When the Tuskens did arrive, every conversation, task and thought came to a grinding halt. The villagers watched with great suspicion as they demounted their Banthas and came to help load supplies. Din, Vanth and I stood nearby, ready to step in at any hint of confrontation.

Sure enough, a Tusken accidentally dropped an explosive and one of the villagers began to yell at them. Vanth surged forward and deescalated the situation, coming back to us with a forced smile.

“It’s gonna be great.”  “Could be worse,” I replied, leaning against a few crates. Vanth raised an eyebrow, “How?”

I paused, “I don’t know, gimme a minute.”

He spared a chuckle and hit my shoulder before a townsperson called him over to check something out. Din and I remained there. Looking around, what we were doing began to feel very real.  “You know my bruises just healed from Nevarro last week,” I commented, seemingly out of nowhere, “That big nasty one on my hip. And my bullet wound just went away the other day.”

Din looked over at me, “What made you think of that?”

I shrugged casually, “I don’t know. Hey, your injuries are good, right? No pain or anything? Stomach? Head’s okay?”  “Hope so,” he answered, “You’re the one that’s been checking them.”

Short of pulling off the helmet and examining his scalp, I’d tended to all his wounds. We both knew there was nothing realistic to worry about. But that didn’t stop me…  “I just…” I stumbled, taking a short breath, “If anything’s still aggravating you, you shouldn’t be fighting front and center. Maybe…stick to the side or something.”  Din’s visor turned my way again, I could sense that he was slightly amused. “You’re worried about my ability to fight.”  Stuttering, I gestured out to the sand as if Nevarro was off in the distance. “Yeah, well, you kind of got your ass kicked a few weeks ago. We both did. Am I not allowed to be a little concerned?”  Before I could form another sentence, Din grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the armory storage. He took us in deep enough so that we were completely out of view. He took both my hands into his, rubbing his thumbs over the backs.

“We’re going to be fine,” he said, the tone of his voice soft. He usually only saved it for when we were alone on the Crest.  “Yeah, I know, I just…” I couldn’t work my way through the memories of Nevarro and lie to him. I was petrified that I was going to lose him, my new greatest fear. When I hadn’t cared if he lived or die, jobs like these were easy. Now, I’d have rather stayed at the edge of the galaxy and know Din was safe than jump into the heat of battle and risk him.

I pulled both my hands out of his grip and placed them on the sides of his helmet, pressing my forehead to his. I could never admit to him how badly I wanted to feel his skin against mine. This was as close as I could get.

“Just don’t be a hero,” I whispered, “Please.”  Din’s hands came to hold my back, his fingers digging in hard enough that he was practically pushing me into him. We stood there a moment, reveling in each other’s touch.

I pressed a kiss to the forehead of his helmet and smoothed my hand over the cheek, trying to remember what his face had felt like under my fingers. By tomorrow, we’d be on our way again. I had to believe that, otherwise I’d crumble in battle.

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Our party travelled back to the sarlacc pit by Bantha, everyone held tight to the agreement and didn’t pick fights. When we arrived, we waited with bated breath as one of the Tuskens went up to the pit to see if the monster was awake or not. Din, Vanth, the Tusken leaders and I watched at the head of our group.

The Tusken signed something back to Din.

“What’d he say?” Vanth asked.

“He says it’s sleeping,” Din answered, “If we listen carefully, we can hear it breathing.”

I exhaled, “He won’t be sleeping for long.”

Vanth, I noticed, didn’t flinch when one of the Tuskens handed him a black melon. He gave me a side glance, I tilted my head back, and he sighed, taking a big swig of it.

“Let’s get to work,” Din announced.

The townspeople went about, setting up weapons in their assigned positions. They were so precise, it was actually easier for us to stay out of their way.

“The Tuskens say the belly is the only weak spot,” Din said to Vanth and I, “So we have to hit it from below.”

“That means getting close,” I remarked, my nerves lighting up.

“Not necessarily,” Din continued, “First, we bury the charges at the opening of the cave. Then, we wake it up. We have to get it angry enough to charge. Once it’s far enough out and the belly is above the explosives,” he pointed to Vanth, “You hit the detonator.”

“We go in when necessary, and only then,” Din said to me.

“I know,” I looked down at the child, sitting by my feet. My only goal was to escape with our lives and make sure nothing happened to him other than maybe a grain of sand in his eye.

One of the townsfolk, the one who had asked for my thoughts on the whole matter, came and handed Vanth the detonator. “Careful, Marshal.”

“Thank you, Jo,” he said, “And you stay safe, huh.”

The three of us took a breath, we were stationed a few hundred feet away from the fight, giving us a perfect vantage point. I brushed Din’s hand, tapping twice, and waited for him to tap back. We’re gonna be fine, we’re gonna be fine…

Three Tuskens cried out to the pit, alerting the dragon to our presence. Once a growl emitted from the cave, they bolted back to our party. The ground started to shake, more noise, and then the dragon emerged from the sand with its jaw wide open.

We began our attack, the Tuskens and townsfolk firing the massive crossbows at the monster. Though they stuck in its skin, it didn’t slow it down, and it certainly didn’t deter it from injesting one of the poor raiders who didn’t run fast enough.

“It’s going back in,” I said, “Did we plan for this?”

“I’m going to hit it,” Vanth breathed.

“No, wait,” Din hurried, “We only have one shot. We’ve gotta get it out.”

The townspeople were hitting the monster with anything and everything they could. Stray arrows, rocks…nothing that would make any difference.

“Now?” Vanth asked as it took another nip at his people.

“Not yet,” Din said, looking through a small telescope, “It’s gotta come out further.”

“Can’t get much further,” I warned, even I could hear the nerves in my voice. The Tuskens were trying desperately to make the plan work, but continually firing the crossbows and only succeeding in angering the dragon. It got close enough to rip one of the ropes from the weaponry out, throwing three Tuskens in the air. I could sense something worse was about to happen…

The dragon slithered forward and vomited a yellowy substance up, covering any Tusken in its path.

“Mando,” I tried to say, but it came out as more of a mumble.

“Almost, almost,” he said, we watched in anticipation until finally, the dragon was over the explosives, “Now!”

Vanth hit the button, and the devices blew through the sand, fire enveloping the belly of the krayt. The townspeople and Tuskens fell to the ground at the impact, Din, Vanth and I were thrown off-balance a little. An eery silence followed as the dragon slipped under the sand.

“I don’t think it’s dead,” Vanth said.

“Me neither,” Din looked to me, “Sense anything?”

I still didn’t know how to fully use the gift I had, but I could feel that there was still some sort of presence lurking about. “Not dead.”

The dragon reappeared, emerging from the very top of the canyon and spewing more vomit. It was taking out everything in sight.

“Does now work for you boys?” I impatiently asked, “Cause we’re losing our whole team.”

“Let’s get after it,” Vanth agreed, already moving to grab his weapons.

Din and I took up our guns and I wrapped my arms around his waist. It was time to see if all the practice had paid off.

The three of us shot up into the air and flew up to the side of the mountain. Din took extra care with landing so I could find my footing. We crouched down in the sand and began to fire at the monster. I imagine our little blaster shots felt ticklish.

“This ain’t doing anything,”

“Just keep shooting,” Din yelled.

We continued our attack until the dragon dived towards us, ready to devour us. Din quickly wrapped an arm around my middle and the jetpack carried us off. I could already sense the dragon was moving to follow.

We landed in the sand, acting as a human barrier between the monster and the townspeople. My gun shook as I tried to catch my breath, waiting for the moment when the krayt would reappear. It was working underneath the surface somewhere.

“I can’t feel him,” I announced, worried.

Behind us, suddenly, the monster thrashed out of the sand. It snaked down the sandhill, sending our fighters running.

“What’s the plan?” I yelled over the noise.

“I’ve got an idea,” Din announced, “Get its attention!”

I took aim and fired a shot at the creature’s head, Vanth did the same with his jetpack’s missile launcher. The dragon let out a cry and turned the way of our blasts.

“We got its attention,” Vanth yelled back, “Now what?”

“You still got that detonator?” Din asked.

Vanth handed it to Din, “Take it. What’s the plan?”

I took my eyes off our impending death for two seconds to look at Din, expectantly waiting for our plan.

“You’re gonna take care of her and the child.”

I blinked, “Wait, what?”

“What are you gonna do?” Vanth asked.

“I don’t know, but wish me luck,” Din said. He violently shoved me towards Vanth, who caught me. Din spun around and kickstarted Vanth’s jetpack. The two of us were thrown into the air before I could comprehend what was going on.

Over Vanth’s shoulder, I watched as Din grabbed the rope tied to one of the Banthas and dig his feet into the sand. The dragon arched upwards before diving towards Din and swallowing him and the Bantha whole.

“No-“ I cried before Vanth and I crashed into the sand. He dug his hands into my body to keep us from getting separated. Once we came to a stop, I wrenched myself out of his arms, frantically crawling towards where it had happened until I realized there was no point.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, “MANDO!!”

Waiting for an answer I wasn’t getting, I sobbed and dropped my head to the sand, squeezing handfuls in my hands. He had left me.

The ground began to rumble, pulling my attention away from my grief. Vanth came to stand behind me, his helmet removed. This thing’s coming back for round two? Does it not have enough?

The dragon surged out of the sand, screaming, a silver body flying out of its mouth. Din. It looked like he had electrocuted the monster’s mouth with his pulse rifle. Putting distance between them, he set off the explosives and a wave of sand flew through the air as the dragon lit up from the inside out.

When it was all over, Din landed back in the sand. I took off at full speed through the Tuskens and townspeople cheering and hugging each other to get to him. Throwing my arms around him, I let out the remainder of my tears into the shoulder of his armor.

The second his hands touched me, reality sunk back in. I shoved my palms against his chest and pushed him back, “What the hell was that?”

“We didn’t stand a chance any other way,” Din answered, a little short on breath.

“You never do that to me again,” I yelled, smacking his shoulder and letting my sadness take over for my anger, “You never do that to me again,”

I fell back into his arms, not caring that he was covered in the acid of the dragon’s stomach. For a mere twenty seconds, I had lived in my worst reality imaginable. All around us, people let out cheers. The victory wasn’t lost on me, but all I wanted to do was hold Din.

The Tuskens wasted no time in cutting open the dragon, harvesting its meat. For our help, they gifted us a heap of it. The child was already patting it as Din and I loaded it onto the bike. Vanth approached us, holding the armor in his hands.

“Sorry I didn’t have time to explain,” Din said.

“No need,” Vanth replied, setting the jetpack on the bike and handing him the rest, “This was well-earned.”

“It was our pleasure,” Din said, extending his hand to our new friend.

“I hope our paths cross again,” Vanth smiled, shaking my hand after, “Ma’am.”

I nodded, “Marshal.”

Vanth turned to leave, “Oh, and you tell your people I wasn’t the one who broke that.”

If I wasn’t still so frazzled from Din’s stunt, I would have laughed. Instead, I swung my leg over the bike while he watched Vanth leave. “Burning daylight,” I grunted, “Peli’s gonna charge us extra.”

Din finished securing the meat to the back and situating the child, “You’re upset.”

Upset? Why would I be upset? Internally, I seethed at his lack of understanding, but decided it wasn’t the time or the place to hash it out. “I just want to get out of here,” I replied coldly, starting up the bike.

Din climbed on behind me, the acid on his armor squelching as he pressed against me. Without taking a final look at the place, I pressed down on the pedal and we sped off in the direction of Mos Eisley…

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#din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fanfic #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian fanfiction

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paldean-ranger-brandy · 10 months

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Brandy’s (not really) 100(+) Followers Event

//Howdy all! As mentioned in a previous post, I’ve reached my first milestone on this silly little blog and I wanted to do something to celebrate. I am neither good at nor enjoy drawing, but I do love writing and would love to celebrate all of the characters I’ve met on here.

(I know I make a lot of typos in my posts but shhhh don’t worry that’s because I’m on mobile 99% of the time and also don’t care to double check and also it’s Brandy making them shut up)

The poll I did indicated that most of you would be willing to let me write something with your character(s) and Brandy, so thank you for that! Before rotumblr I did spend a lot of time writing little fics for other people’s characters in a different fandom, and am decently confident that I can at least mostly match tone for other people’s characters (in fact it’s how I’ve made my longest standing friendships <3 it is a love language to me). There was also a decent bit of interest in me writing something just about Brandy, so I think how this is how I want to work this:

When the time comes, you can pop into my inbox to request EITHER;

1) A drabble/ficlet between your character and Brandy. Please include any limitations at all (i.e. I don’t want them to talk about X, or Billy-OC will not be actually travelling to Paldea, or literally anything else you DON’T want to see). If you have a prompt for what you do want to see me write about please send it in as well! Before posting anything I will send it to you directly for your approval, and it will be completely up to you whether the interaction is canon to your character or just a fun little story.

2) A specific chapter of Brandy’s life (i.e. write about their time in Johto, or one of their previous exes, or her time in ranger school). I know this option did get votes in the poll, but also I will not be hurt at all if no one submits any of these. I know the fun part here is getting free content of your own characters.

A few notes;

- Our characters do not have to have actually interacted for you to submit something for them. However, if I do not follow you/haven’t followed you for long/am otherwise not confident I will be able to write your character I may refuse your request.

- Not doing any NSFW. Don’t think I really need to say that but just in case.

- Fics will be sent with a Google Docs link to you for approval first, if you choose option 1. If this doesn’t work just let me know and we can figure something else out

I’m gonna start accepting requests this Thursday, July 13th at 8pm EST, and I’m gonna close requests…when I feel like it. I’ll post that they are closed.

That’s all! Thank y’all again, I hope at least some of you send in requests <3

#ooc post #100 followers event

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szagaloree · 11 months

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Let the shadows fall behind you

Teaser

Tsu’tey love story

Context: inspiration from the song |maybe a future wattpad book?|

Contains: blood| swearing ofc| angst| degrading words|

Arrival to Pandora

Jah’léa(ja-Lé-ya) walks into the base along with everyone else, carrying on a face of a mean teen, her half two French braids on the side with the rest of her hair out hanging below her waist, her tribal tattoo on her arm, a black crop top with with baggy jeans on her hips showing off her toned stomach. Everyone head to the cafeteria to go over the introduction and rules to being here. She was already bored of it and the words he was saying, sounds very much like they posted a threat to this planet first and got their asses handed to them, nothing surprising. As she head towards the science labs one of the soldiers that were up against the wall begin to cat call her.

One of them decides to walk out her “aye mami, don’t walk away,” he smirked his face falter when her knife went up against his throat, “don’t call me mami you demon!” She snarled, “woah calm down, we just wanna talk,” he said, “she said leave her alone, leave her alone.” Someone says next to her, when she looks over it was a man in a wheelchair along with another guy standing next to him, she huffed walking away. “Excuse me ma’am,” a guy calls running after her, she spun around and the guy lifts his hands showing he’s not a threat “sorry, may I ask are you from the anuké tribe?” He asks her eyebrows raises with her eyes squinting at him “how do you know about them?” She questions, “I used to study about them, learn them you’re the most strongest top well known tribes, y’all don’t play, it’s-its I just never got to meet someone from the clan I notice from your tribal tattoo that you reached you’re age of being a adult,” he says almost excitedly, she was taken aback by how he knows so much, but yet he was so excited to meet someone from her clan, like he admired it and which he did.

“Oh um norm spellman” he introduces himself with raising his hand she takes it shaking “jah’léa onun,” she introduced herself, the guy in the wheelchair comes up next to them, “how do you pronounce you’re language? I could never get it down right?” Norm asks, “malawoi” jah’léa said “oh, this is Jake sully,” he said pointing to the man in the wheelchair “ma’am” he nods his head. “In it for the money? Never seen a marine run with the scientists,” she said, he shrugs.

“Let’s go check out our avatars,” norm says.

She nodded and followed him to the lab. Her eyes widen, “oh my god” I mumbled, “damn, they got big,” Jake said “yea they matured over the flight out,” norm says, jah’léa walks over to her avatar, the details on her, her hair being very long and wavy, her face matched hers but the certain parts are are na’vi like. Her stomach toned with a six pack that was slightly visible, her curves bring more of even hour glass shape, she seemed “thick-slimmed” on the body type side, her plumped lips bringing out her face.

She loves her avatar, maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to go to training for a damn year. They left to go meet the head of the avatar program, “Grace Augustine” that norm was fangirling over, she observes around the link bay till Grace herself walks forwards and max introduced her to Grace, Grace had a fond and smile to her face “jah’léa, it’s an honor to meet you, I have heard very pleasant things about you,” she says, I nodded “you spoke with my father before I came,” jah’léa said, Grace nods “yes I did, he’s very proud and knows you’ll succeed,” she says.

To be continued…

#SoundCloud #avatar the way of water #Tsu’tey #Tsu’tey x oc #Tsu’tey smut #Tsu’tey lettheshadowsfallbehindyouoc #lettheshadowsfallbehindyouoc #Tsu’tey story #Tsu’tey love story #jake sully #neytiri

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valkyrie-night-103 · 1 year

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I know you've shown it to me before but could you please provide your followers with a bit of information about the esports au? Also, I love you loads!

Love you too, babe <3

I’ve actually developed the esports au a little more, I hope y’all enjoy! My tag for this AU is #a word from our sponsors

And now, a word from our sponsors

Kenny Omega is a young Canadian upstart in the world of esports, and after winning a large amateur tournament when nobody knew who he was, he quickly gains a sizeable following of diehard fans. In a matter of weeks, he becomes one of the most interesting free agents in competitive gaming, receiving multiple contract offers from some big name teams.

Despite this, all Kenny wants is a match against Kota Ibushi, a shining young member of Dramatic Dream Team, a relatively small Japanese Esport team all about fun and enjoying gaming.

Kota accepts and DDT make the arrangements, and Kenny flies over to have the match. It’s intense, but Kenny loses the best of three. Kota offers his hand to shake and Kenny hugs him.

Kota hugs back emphatically (much to Kenny’s relief) and whispers “good game” which are pretty much the only English words he knows that aren’t profanities. He pats Kenny’s back in a way that he hopes is friendly and not too over-familiar. Kenny sniffles through a strongly accented expression of gratitude— or maybe it’s a congratulations, he’s not sure. But if Kota’s shoulder is a little wet where Kenny rested his head? Well, that’s nobody’s business but his.

DDT brings Kenny back for another match, highly impressed by his showing and notoriety. This time, it’s a doubles match with Kenny and Kota on opposite sides. Kenny’s team wins by the skin of their teeth in a fantastic finish that is so wonderfully executed that it makes Kota smile even as he loses. Kenny offers his teammate a high-five, but he’s too busy talking shit, so Kota intercepts with a high-five of his own. It makes Kenny laugh, and he interlocks their hands before pulling him in for the kind of one-armed bro-hug men do when they don’t know how to communicate affection.

Backstage, he makes sure to get Kota’s Facebook so they can see what the other is up to. And his phone number, so they can keep in touch. And his address, so they can mail each other location-exclusive Pokémon cards.

He barely puts his phone down for the next few weeks, and spends far too many nights staying up late to keep talking with Kota. Every time the message notification lights up his screen, he smiles, even though he knows it’ll probably be another google-translated message that neither of them understand. They quickly find their way around the language barrier, communicating through memes, nerdy references, and stupid selfies.

Kenny is invited to headline a big event in a match against Kota, the first in a best-of-seven to establish their rivalry— but they independently request the opportunity to team with the other. DDT are reluctant, but eventually cave.

It’s a massive success, drawing insane viewership and a clear victory.

Kenny is asked to join DDT full time— and so, he uproots his entire North American life to move to Japan and play in an actual team for the first time. The pay isn’t great, but he’s actually living off his hobby. That’s more than he could say a month ago.

Kenny and Kota quickly become the best young duo in the whole team, though their methods are a little unorthodox. They quickly become best friends, almost from the moment they saw each other. They become inseparable to the point where they start sharing rooms to cut costs when travelling for tournaments.

Eventually there is a booking mixup that results in them sharing a double bed, and when they wake up they realise that they must have moved in their sleep, because they find themselves spooning.

Things are a little bit awkward, but they get on with it as normal. Even so, it’s made something clearer to Kenny- he has a crush on Kota Ibushi. Equally obvious to him, is that he doesn’t want to ruin what he has, leaving him with the delicate balancing act that is being in love with your best friend.

#aew #all elite wrestling #wrestling #kenny omega #kenny omega my beloved #fic ask game #golden lovers #kota ibushi #aew ask game #a word from our sponsors

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lotti-lyric · 2 years

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hey!! could i please get a matchup with one of the male bnha students? im v curious about who id be good with

my pronouns are she/her, i’m about 5’7, blonde, i need glasses but sometimes wear contacts & my dress sense is like girly emo idk how else to describe it im sorry 😭

i’m an enfp 7w6, im usually v hyper and talkative but i can be chill too i swear :’) i definitely need someone with a good sense of humour to talk to for sure, im rarely serious ahaha- i try to stand up for others but im not always open with my own emotions? idk man i dont like to trouble other people too much with it

i’m an artist, and im also into makeup, fashion, cartoons, a few video games (i am extremely competitive i come here to kick ass >:) ) and i have a v varied music taste, but im especially into pop, kpop and alternative bands (cough especially paramore <333)

my love languages are physical touch and quality time which basically just means i am clingy ™️ so we love that for me 👁👁 if you can’t handle me pestering you and spamming you with texts and tiktoks 24-7 i am not the one

i think that’s about all? thank u sm!!!

charlotte’s interlude 💗-HIII!! so so sorry for the delay!! i hope you enjoy this, you seem so fun holy moly!! i hope your day is fantastic as well!! also i was listening to the song i chose for yall on loop while writing this, it’s much longer than i remember🧍🏼‍♀️

warnings; swearing

i match you with…

Denki Kaminari!! (aka Chargebolt)

this!! ^^

yALL ARE SUCH A FUN COUPLE I HAD SM FUN WRITING THIS UGH

those aren’t ur glasses 🤨 those r kaminari’s now, he’s wearing them all the time 💀🤚🏻 bring backup contacts bestie 😭

he loves ur more emo style and makeup!! do his eyeliner pls

when you’re more hyper, i pray for everyone around you 💀 you both are so chaotic, bouncing off the walls and generally just having the time of your lives with each other

on the flip side, when you’re more chill, he super appreciates that too so y’all can relax together afterwards, having real talks and escaping the hectic day

he’s always there for you when you’re comfortable with opening up, you’re never a burden and he always makes sure you know that!!

he loves when you stand up for him! it makes him feel important and gives him butterflies hehehe

he loves your art so much!! he always gets super excited when you make a new piece and loves to just admire you as you work

the video game tournaments get so intense it’s actually a bit frightening 💀💀 it’s all in good fun!! you both just get competitive and it’s v funny

cuddling each other while listening to paramore, carding through his hair as you let our everything that’s been bothering you 💗

you’re stuck in an endless tiktok back and forth over text 💀

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torubeth · 2 years

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suna rintarou headcanons

why, you ask…cuz i miss him. and i’m not doing so well after dat one shot. honestly idek wat dis is, jus stuff which i wholeheartedly believe ig ? :>

love language : physical touch. his hands are always hanging around your waist or thighs. subtle touches and small kisses from him are everybody’s essentials.

favorite places to kiss : literally everywhere but mostly on the neck, nose, lips, thighs, shoulder and did i say neck ?

nicknames he’d call you : angel, princess, baby, babe and he’s definitely the type to call you cringe names just to piss you off.

his type : he’d go for anyone. that’s it. all he needs is someone who’ll match his vibe, someone who’ll understand him. the quirky, cocky, sarcastic, daredevil personality is his top tier. although he finds the quiet ones cute. at the end of the day, anyone. (cuz y’all are jus *chefs kiss*!!)

you’re gonna tell me the guy’s a smoker ? yeah no. he’s the cool guy who declines it whenever he’s offered.

the type of person to think that making cereal is a talent. and honestly, i agree with him.

his camera roll is full of pictures and videos. of you. the storage definitely exceeded its limit, and he has to upgrade it but he just believes that no storage can contain all the stuff because he’ll just keep on taking them. with no regrets.

his playlist : the type of playlist that gets you hooked from song one. he’d have banger songs. mostly underrated ones. slowed version ? yes, slowed version. it’s his thing. and your playlist is on repeat and oh, y’all’s spotify blend ? constantly played it’s illegal.

he’s a tsundere. not that he isn’t all olaf around the team and your friends. as soon as it’s just the two of you, he’s putty in your hands. absolutely, devastatingly adorable. so very soft, and he sleep mumbles, not sleep talk. every time you thread your fingers through his hair, your voice nothing more than a whisper, his thoughts pour out like rain. it ranges from ‘i’m so lucky to have you baby’ ; ‘fuck, you’re beautiful you know that ?’ ; ‘you have really soft hands’ ; ‘i could stare at you all day- no, forever and never get bored’ to ‘for some odd ass reason, i ship our history teacher and chemistry teacher. do you ?’ ; ‘baby, dick has so many synonyms, i’m jealous’ ; ‘atsumu and osamu fighting is like two gorillas competing for a rotten ass banana’. he’s a talker only around you, and you could listen to him all day, everyday.

if you’re the type to throw on mismatched socks, don’t worry, he does too, we don’t judge here. ‘socks is socks right ?’ he quotes.

sneaky kisses are his favorite. skipping practice to go make out with you ? sign him up.

kisses with him aren’t rushed. it’s the one where each kiss has a very deep meaning to it. like he wants you to know what he’s thinking.

is such a fucking tease, it’s frustrating. but is also the one who’s very needy for your attention. see how the tables turn ?

bullying atsumu about him being single is something you’ve both found amusement in.

midnight drives ? midnight drives. he’ll text you around the wee hours of the morning and ask you to join him for a drive, which you obviously don’t decline. playlist blasting in the back, your head hanging out the rolled down window, screaming the lyrics to your favorite song. cheap store candy wrappers are everywhere, a bottle of water, for which the cap’s already missing and you’re both arguing on who has lost it, the small engine sounds in the background. one more memory added to the album in his storage.

walking home from school, he likes to take the long route so he could be with you just a bit longer. hands intertwined, kicking small rocks and pebbles which is in his path, ears on alert, always listening to you, the quietness of the evening is all something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

conclusion : an amazing boyfriend, amazing human being, who i’m very pissed isn’t existing in this world.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader fluff #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna fluff #suna rintarou fluff #suna headcanons #suna rinatro #suna x y/n

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lokiskitten · 3 years

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Loki Laufeyson | a little miracle

Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

plot : After getting banned from Asgard, Loki found shelter in your home. You two easily grew closer as time passed, engaging in a long term relationship without you ever being able to carry his child due to the none-matching genetics. During Christmas Eve, you and the demigod stumble upon an abandoned baby on the steps of your porch.

warnings : mention of nudity and child abandon.

The 24th of December marked a rather cold and ruthless evening. The sun had set low hours ago, which allowed you and your long term love interest to spend a delightful night whilst having dinner nowhere far from the soothing sound and warmth which erupted from the working chimney. Even if he often criticized midgardian food, Loki had made an effort to worship your roasted chicken which in fact resembled what he used to eat every day whenever he still was allowed on the lands of Asgard. The man would often tell you about the nice adventures he had had the pleasure to experience, whilst also verbally exploring the many beauties that carried his homeland.

Of course, you never seemed to get tired of hearing his stories. His arrival in your life had offered you well needed company, especially as you lived far from the city; in a little country house within a low populated village. Besides, he was also the most interesting and intelligent man you ever got to meet. No matter how many bad actions you knew he had committed, your heart still managed to hold a special place for Loki within your chest. Often, you would reassure his anxiety by claiming that everyone deserves another chance. Long story short : you felt overly grateful that he was now here to keep you safe and sound.

After dinner, the two of you had moved to the couch before the chimney, easily getting rid of your clothes and engaging in a never ending cuddle- the type of snuggles that you liked the best : skin to skin. Feeling his warmth against yours made the fire from the chimney appear irrelevant, and the sweet caresses he offered your sensitive body felt better than any silk sheets anyone could ever dream to possess. These kind of moments were never about sex, but always about sharing a special and dedicated contact with the man you had fallen in love with. Surely the two of you often allowed yourselves to spend some sexually pleasurable time together, but those kind of cuddles overcame any of these private intercourses.

His lips collided against yours in a smooth manner, both of your respective eyelids remaining closed as his naked body rested between your legs. You never grew tired of those motions, your organism constantly begging for more and reacting to any touch coming from your partner. His hips rocked against yours just so slightly, the dry humping being part of the overall loving mannerisms. And right now, it was enough to satisfy you. However, an unwelcome detail managed to flash itself back into your mind, pulling you out of the romantic moment you were attempting to spend with Loki. Opening your eyes, you allowed your palms to rest against his shoulders in order to stop him through his motions.

“I forgot to turn off the candle on the porch..” you murmured, earning a tired groan coming from the large man. “I won’t be long.” You affirmed after you had laid a loving kiss on his cheek, watching as the demigod sat up in order to allow you to shift off the couch. Your hand reached out for your sweater and panties, putting both of those pieces of clothing back on before lazily making your way until the front door. Scratching the back of your neck, you finally pushed open the door of your house before taking a step forward in order to be able to put your hand on the candle. However, your foot stumbled upon a foreign mass, easily leading you to step back out of surprise as unhappy cries began to escape the layers of dirty drapes.

Your hand landed against your chest, orbs starring down at the scary sight that you wish wasn’t what you thought it was. However, it undeniably was and remained an abandoned baby resting on your porch. Your first reflex was to seek for any silhouette lurking within the darkness of the snowy night, eyes squinting as you attempted to distinguish the potential parents of this child. “Hello?!” Fear echoed in your voice, though you soon gave up on trying to figure out who had left this child here as you couldn’t tell for how long this poor baby had been laying on your doorstep- which allowed you to jump to the conclusion that those gruesome individuals were probably gone and far by now.

You looked back down at the newborn who now only allowed a few tired whimpers to escape their lips, body crouching down so that your hands would be able to remove the layer of sheet which covered their face. Upon being revealed to the light, a new whine echoed throughout your ears, your empathetic self feeling sorrow invade your organism. You picked up the baby with a lot of care, face still diverted towards their grimacing one right before Loki finally made an apparition behind your silhouette. “What’s taking your so long-“ he began to ask, the smile on his face fading away as soon as you turned around and revealed the child to his bare eyes.

“Where did you find this?” He asked on a tensed tone, visibly not appearing too happy about seeing you carry a foreign toddler. “I found it on our porch. Someone must’ve left him there...” you admitted on a sorrowful tone, looking down at the little piece of sunshine who clearly didn’t deserve to be in the situation they were in. Your empathetic self couldn’t even believe that people still did those kind of things nowadays. It disgusted you to even think of it. “Put it back.” Loki demanded, earning a confused yet absolutely irritated stare coming from you. “Are you mental? I told you I found it right here. Who am I supposed to return this child to?” You answered sadly, feeling more than shocked by your partner’s inappropriate and rude behavior.

Loki looked down at the baby’s face, earning a few gasps from the newborn who kept their eyes closed. No form of care nor empathy seemed to show on the grown man’s face- which once again was a detail that left you speechless. “We can’t leave it there. Poor thing would freeze to death.” You affirmed whilst gently rocking the baby in order to make sure it would stay calm and sleepy. Loki remained silent for a couple of seconds, his mind probably trying to find a good response to your previous statement. “What if.. what if we kept it?” You suddenly offered, looking up at your lover who simply scoffed as a response. “Keep it? This isn’t a fairytail. You can’t just keep a child like this.” Loki answered harshly. Currently, if both of your arms haven’t been required to carry the toddler, the demigod would’ve probably earned a slap across his face.

“You’ll bring him to the authorities tomorrow. Now let’s get inside.” Loki ordered, turning back around as he began to take a few steps forward in order to join the warmth of the house. However, you stopped in front of the doorstep. “Why are you acting like this? This isn’t like you.” You accused sadly, your arms still patiently rocking the child. The truth was, this situation simply reminded Loki of his own past- how Odin had found him abandoned on a rock on Jotunheim. He had suffered due to his new environment mixing up with who he truly was, and didn’t wish to put anyone through the same bother he once had to go through. “Everyone deserves a chance.” You suddenly affirmed, causing the demigod to stop through his track. This statement struck him right through his heart.

Your eyes anxiously stared at his back, waiting for an answer coming from your partner who had decided to behave so harshly. Loki finally ended up turning around, green eyes making contact with yours as he slowly began to make his way back to you. Face to his silence, your anxious self couldn’t help but add a few decisive words. “It’s the child we’ve always wanted. It’s a.. miracle.” You affirmed sadly, feeling tears fill up your orbs at the thought of finally being able to look after a child of your own. Of course, Loki knew how much this topic meant to you, and that even if he had never planned to have children of his own before stumbling upon you and your desires. But in that child, he couldn’t help but see himself.

Patiently, the demigod accepted to take a new look down at the baby who now had their eyes open, a gentle whimper escaping their lips upon making eye contact with the adult male. Loki took the initiative to take the toddler out of your arms, carrying it in his own limbs without ever speaking a word as he made his way towards the chimney. The demigod had began to gently rock the toddler, looking down at them and allowing the baby to toy with his long strands of black locks whilst he patiently sang to them in that beautiful Asgardian language of his. He kept a low tone, making sure not to scare the baby without ever breaking the eye contact he had engaged with the toddler.

Leaning against the entrance of the living room, you finally allowed yourself to smile out of relief face to this soothing sight. This was everything you’ve ever wanted : seeing Loki carry a child, and that even if it wasn’t necessarily yours. No matter where this baby came from, this house would now become his home.

AHHH thank you so much for 1000 followers!!!!! I couldn’t feel more grateful. For the occasion, I had to write something for you guys. It’s different from what y’all probably have the habit to read, but I hope it was enjoyable to read still! Love you and take care!!! Special tag for @seasexnsun who turned out to be my 1000th follower!

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romiantic · 3 years

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𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒

❛ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 ❜

✰ INCLUDING nahoya aka smiley + souta aka angry

✰ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff/crack + language

✰ A/N: yes cause we love our blasian kings !!

⤷ Y’all know that song that’s trending in tokyo rev tiktok? the one that goes “that’s my potna dem”? yeah that’s those two “song”. Those two be hitting the dance out of nowhere + taught toman how to do it now mikey and baji are ADDICTED to it

⤷ Those two listen to a lot of young nudy + tay-k, well smiley listens to them more than angry. angry is more on the solange + sza side

⤷ The artist they both listen to is atl rappers, their fav would have to be young thug, if not 21 savage

⤷ FIGHTS, these two get into fights ALL THE DAMN TIME and it’s usually for the stupidest reasons

⤷ Y’all usually catch them having matching icons on social media

⤷ Smiley once had a “lightskin” phase and named all of socials “dareallightskin.smiley” and it was…tragic. If Smiley is bothering Angry, Angry brings up that tragic past to annoy him. Trust me, Smiley hates that phase and I mean HATE IT

⤷ Smiley once wanted to try loc his hair and let it grow out but he got lazy halfway through his hair

⤷ Each and every time Smiley is rapping to a song, he always pointing some damn finger guns like he in the music video itself. All in the house with AirPods in rapping to some Young Nudy

⤷ Those two are HUGE 2Pac fans, 2Pac everything is in their room, they love him so much and if they ever hear 2Pac fans, chile…

⤷ Smiley the TikTok king !! Smiley knows all the songs and TikTok dances and he hits them each and every time + he add some of his own moves to add some spice

⤷ When Smiley hit that woo walk it goes crazyyyyy, yall would think that lil boy Pop Smoke son or sumn

⤷ Surprisingly enough, Angry’s pain tolerance is higher than Smiley. He realized that when both of them were getting matching tattoos and he just sat there like it’s nothing. Smiley was being a baby about it

⤷ Back on the music thing, like I said Angry is a MAJOR sza stan, he know all the songs and even be hitting the notes himself

⤷ Yes Angry can sing, it’s canon idc. Angry’s singing voice is so pretty and he’ll remind you of a soft version of Brent Faiyaz

⤷ Angry usually suggests that SZA is played in the ramen shop and Smiley most of the time disagree cause he wanna feel hype while cooking. So just as a compromise, they take turns with the playlist but Smiley agrees to play old school music instead (NWA, Ice Cube

⤷ Thise two got the BEST drip out of everyone in Toman. Like real life, nobody doin it like the Kawata twins. Smiley’s fashion is streetwear + a collection of single Jordan 1’s, Angry’s is more on the soft boy side, large sweater of polo t’s + baggy pants. If not then Angry is more of a matching set type person

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✰ umm if you get mad at any of headcannons, that’s really not my issue

✰ sorry if I gave more Smiley headcannons than angry btw 😭😭

✰ hope you guys enjoyed <33

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝟏 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝟏𝟔:𝟏𝟏 💗

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maginxlia · 3 years

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Starring Yuji, Megumi and Chōso As Baby Fathers the Sequel

Rated R

Contains Foul language and Suggestive themes

Megumi and Yuji some grown ass Men in this.

Director’s Commentary: Thank y’all for the love and support on my last Headcanons, I appreciate y’all so much and I’m very grateful! Also y’all can send asks or whateva, No pressure tho! btw I’m in no way a professional writer or English major so there might be Errors. Hope y’all enjoy ✨ B/N is for Baby Name

Itadori ( oops my bad Babe! I think we’ll be amazing parents tho) Yuji

If Y’all on Good Terms

Mans BIG SURPRISED and elated

Hugging you and shit

Pure excitement at its finest

If you think for one second this man is gonna miss one appointment well sweetheart you’re sadly mistaken

He’s there for the first appointment smiling all goofy, holding your hand talking about I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad Y/N!

Biggest hype man ever like every outfit you wear he’s whistling and calling you sexy doesn’t matter how big you’re getting, He’s a fan and he’s gonna call you beautiful, Sexy or both

Wants y’all to move in together ASAP

Works his ass off to get y’all a beautiful place for y’all small family

Takes parenting classes and Read hella parenting books

Also learn how to give bomb “omg Yuuji where you learn this?” massages

Cooks and bring you food

Stays up all night with you if you can’t sleep

Barely has any flaws except a big one ….. Sukuna

The nagging and bitchin the king of curses put poor Yuuji through 🤦🏾‍♀️

Anytime Yuuji do anything nice for you, Sukuna is bustin his balls talking about “ Brat you're a dumbass taking care of a child that isn't yours and wasting OUR time on this shit”

They have come to a "agreement" that Sukuna can Say whatever he wants to Yuuji BUT he better be on his best behavior in front of Baby and You.

Yuuji Putting the crib together while y'all got studio Ghilbi movies playing on his laptop is Perfect

Talks to your belly telling your child about his day and how wonderful their beautiful mother is

Picks out soft names for baby that sounds so delicate to hear

Your water breaks when y’all was heading out for a day of fun and Yuuji Grabs your bags while gently consoling you as he rushes you to the hospital

Is holding your hand through the birth and giving you words of encouragement, mans is hiding it well but he’s Scared, Anxious and most importantly EXCITED TO MEET YALL BABY!!

Cuts the umbilical cord and patiently observes the nurses tending to Baby

When he’s finally holding y’all baby he’s grinning like he won the Powerball lottery ( In his world he did)

Mans Cries when he has to leave for work

Imagine: Yuuji unlocking y'all door and Quietly taking off his jacket after working late again, He's very tired but the moment he's sees you on the couch waiting for him, he gets all the energy he needs. How is the loves of my life doing? Yuuji gently asks as you yawn and stretch “ahh perfect”you softly say with a smile. Yuuji then proceeds to take his shower, Eat and join you in bed for much needed rest but he's wide awake two hours later waiting for B/N to let out their soft whimper before they start crying for their meal, Yuuji Gently walk to B/N room while softly humming as B/N calms knowing their father is there. Yuuji softly talks about his day as he warms a bottle for B/N. He feeds them, Burp them and proceed to rock them to sleep while telling them stories he learnt from his grandfather. He loves these small soft moments between B/N and him.

Whenever y'all go out B/N and him is wearing matching outfits

Really tho this man dedicates his life to y'all new family and would happily die to insure that B/N gets to live and grow up

If Y’all on Bad Terms

Mans is going to try his hardest to be in his child life

Pops up at all the appointments and try to support you with all his being

Is heart Broken when you don’t want him around

Is constantly trying to reassure himself that it’s for the best

Finally one day he just visits you and ask what the hell did he do wrong and the only answer he got was that he has such a unstable life and environment.

Heart break 2.0

He knows you’re right because he’s constantly dealing with Sukuna but damn did it hurt the fuck outta of him

Depression

He’s no longer so cheerful

Megumi and Nobara is his support system

He sends money and baby stuff to you with letters attached about how he wants to be in his child life

Is there to visit His baby when you give birth and he signed the certificate too

Is happy asf when you allow him to spend time with B/N even if supervised

Qt little family dates together

The only thing is y’all not together

He’s knows that nothing good last forever but he’ll be damned he’ll be the one to push his makeshift family away.

Fushiguro ( Well shit. I’m not gonna leave you because I don’t carry a worm around) Megumi

If Y’all on Good Terms

Megumi was shocked asf to hear you was pregnant but he was hella happy

Comes to your appointment quiet as a mouse when a cat in the house

Silent small smiles

He’s quiet but he won’t jet on you

Because he study’s the book of what would Fushiguro (Deadbeat) Toji do? King Megumi do the complete opposite of what the book says

He’s hell bent on being a good father

He has made the mistake of Asking Satoru (I got the hoes cause I am 1) Gojo for pregnancy advice and it ended with Gojo Going “My dear boy when a man and a woman love eachother very much they knock da boots and in 9 months Da child is born😊”

Secretly goes to parenting classes

Suggest moving in but he’s not gonna force you to but he spends all his free time with y’all regardless in y’all living together

Holds your hair when morning sickness strikes

Cooks, Clean and tend to your needs when you’re not feeling like it

Got all the women at your birthing class drooling cause “he’s so mysterious”

Putting the crib together while Lofi music is playing in the background

Demon dogs guarding you when he can’t be around

Rubs your belly when he sleeps at night

Mans is very fucking protective

Never leaves your side when y’all out

Got name suggests and non of them is stupid

You wake him in the middle of the night talking about “ Gumi I think the baby is coming” he’s up and at em with your bag in a minute, holding your shoulders as he walks you to the car talking about “it’s gonna be alright babe you got this”

He’s besides you during the whole birth he didn’t leave your side to sit down or get food

After 14 long hours your baby was here and when Megumi finally got to hold them all he could utter was “Woah”

B/N is beautiful and He couldn’t hold back his tears

He swears on his life that if any harm comes to his child he’ll destroy everything responsible

Gojo is calling himself the youngest Grandfather ever and Megumi is okay with it

Demon dogs guarding B/N room at night

Really chill family moments

Mysterious Father and his Mysterious child

Reliable King

If Y’all on Bad Terms

Megumi is gonna seem like he's chill about you excluding him from your pregnancy but his emotions is slowly building up

Comes to your doctor appointments so he can stay informed about his child

You can date someone new, it's not like he's worried about a relationship with you.

He just want to be in his child life that's all

He sends hella money

He keeps receipts of everything he buys his child and a diary of his feelings

Won’t force his way into y’all but he will fight for his right

He's at the birth and he's signs the birth certificate

Holding B/N while he keeps the tears at bay cause he's just so tired

Y'all have agreed for him to spend time with B/N on the weekends and the moment you don't show up... Man's is pure livid.

He shows up at your place and when you open up the door he straight tells you his feelings “ I've been very tolerant about how you didn't want me around for the pregnancy of our child and I didn't say shit to you but I be damned you deprive our child of their father. Do you understand what our child is going to go through without their father in their life? Do you even care? You will not paint me out to be a dead beat when all I ever done was try to give my all”

That was the moment he realized he's taking you to court for his visitation rights

Comes to pick B/N and he’s acts friendly towards you

Mans never calls you out your name, he's a respectful king.

Fully dedicated father meaning he’s not gonna date anyone who’s gonna disrespect his child

B/N is the numbah 1 priority in his Life and he’s let everyone know

B/N is his life regardless if you're his love or not and that’s real talk💅🏾

Chōso ( My whole being Belongs to Our Unborn child)

If Y’all on Good Terms

You come to him with a positive pregnancy test and the man is slightly confused for one second but realization strikes him HARD, He’s Gonna be a Dad! Mans big Happy

Every appointment he’s there besides you smiling all giddy

Keeps every sonogram image

Provides everything you ever need

In fact he’s there for you 100%

Voices his insecurities because he want to be a perfect father for y’all child

Frequents Parenting classes, Forums and support groups

King of Scrapbooking

His Scrapbook has Your positive Pregnancy test, Sonograms and pictures of your growing Belly, He also write little snippets of how he’s feeling doing the times.

Learns how to perfectly prepare your favourite meals

Protective King, He doesn’t want any harm to come to you or Y’all unborn sweetheart

Always giving you compliments about how beautiful you are and how grateful he is for having you in his life

House was baby proofed before your fifth month

Rubs lotion on your legs if you need him to

Massage game on point

Walks behind you with his hand supporting your back

If you put yourself down he will build you back up

Remembers everything from your birthing classes

When it’s time for you to give birth he’s there with you the whole damn way

Leaves only while they’re running tests on B/N and he returns with a bouquet of roses for you

Weeps when he first hold B/N, They’re just so beautiful🥺

Baby whisperer

When B/N is crying he can tell what’s wrong

Imagine: Choso walking in after running errands all day and B/N has been wailing nonstop since he left. You are exhausted and you tried your best to get your poor baby to stop crying but they wouldn’t tbh you didn’t call Choso sooner because he deserves a break But here your man is with food for you, “Hello My love I see our darling sweetheart has been keeping you busy, I got it from here” he softly says as he kisses you on your forehead. After making sure you was comfortable he gently held B/N who stopped crying the moment he picked them up “My sweetheart your dad is here so don’t fret anymore, I see what’s bothering you” he whispers you want to me to sing your favourite song to you while I rock you? Okay your dad got you but please don’t stress your mama like this again sweetheart”

Can perfectly swaddle B/N and change their diaper in less than a minute

Is happiest when he’s around you two

Will kill for y’all

Also trust Yuji around y’all

Wish his brothers could see his beautiful family

If Y’all on Bad Terms

His heart is shattered

He cannot comprehend why you don’t want him around and it’s destroying him

Depression and him become close friends until Yuji give him comfort and words of strength

He shows up one of your appointments (He only known about it because you slipped up posting your business on Your insta stories )

He bring flowers and jewellery With him hoping that you accept his gifts and forgive him enough to let him be involved in your pregnancy

But you don’t and he’s lost as ever

Slowly sends money for baby

Document how he feels and how much he loves unborn B/N

He want your child to know at least he tried when they are older

Comes to the hospital with Yuji when you’re about to give birth

Wait for you to give birth and have your time with B/N before he comes in to hold them

Wept when he held B/N for the first time

Signs the birth certificate ASAP

Tries his best to spend time with B/N but is constantly denied

Has a picture over his bed of B/N

Only truly get to know y’all child when they are old enough to understand the situation

Still is amazing father to them

Dedicates his being to y’all child

Will give them the world If He could

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#yuji x reader #itadori x y/n #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #choso x you #Choso x reader #black writer #jjk headcanons #headcanons #jjk x black reader #jjk x reader

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chainofclovers · 3 years

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Ted Lasso 2x8 thoughts

I am so lucky that the creators of Ted Lasso decided to make this entire show specifically for me. #blessed

If last week felt like a bit of breathing room (albeit tense, poignant, character-progressing breathing room) with distinct narrative lines, this week’s episode was a chaotic yet tightly-written swirl of pain and hope and sadness! No neat subject headers for this one, y’all. Just my brain and heart in the inadequate form of a bulleted list. It is the medium available to me at this time.

I am going to remember the moment when Ted calls Sharon and tells her his father killed himself for the rest of my life.

(I could say a bunch of stuff about his face and what he says and how he tries to hide his tears from Beard right after and how insanely much I adore this character and ahhhhhhhh but I’m just going to leave that scene there in our collective memories.)

Jamie. JAMIE. Higgins has given some great advice about love on this show, but his musings about his up-and-down relationship with his own father were not helpful in the context of Jamie’s dad, who is an abusive piece of shit. I really adore that all of the main AFC Richmond staff members are realistically a bit hit-or-miss with their advice and life philosophies (some are mostly miss this season, of course).

And I am completely in awe of the moment when Jamie punches his father. The way he just stands there after Beard kicks his dad out of the locker room. The way you can hear a pin drop. And Roy—Roy who is learning in so many areas of his life about his influence on people, learning that the things he needs aren’t necessarily the same as the things other people need—is the one to cross the room and hug him. Hold him, really, with the tenderness Ted used when he hugged Rebecca outside the gala in 1x4. God.

I’ve thought a lot about how s1 was about giving people a soft place to land. There’s always an angel there when you need one. There’s always an opportunity to be kind. If you look for someone, you find them. If you look for the good in someone, you find the good. And as everyone works through their individual journeys in s2, that can’t always be the case anymore. But there are still so many moments of angels on this show, and it’s not about chance and serendipity and fate [not that it was about that in s1] but about the effort it takes to become someone who can be there for someone else. Or who can be there for yourself. I’m so proud of Jamie for physically fighting back against his father. I’m so proud of Roy for being the one who recognized what Jamie needed.

I have every feeling in the world about how Ted is almost totally frozen both times (s1 and s2) he witnesses Jamie’s father abusing him. In s1, he was still there for Jamie after, and I have every reason to believe he’ll be there for Jamie after this incident as well, but that frozen stance HURTS. He’s in so deep with his pain about his own father that it’s like he physically cannot snap out of it to act in the moment. It seems entirely outside of his control, and it breaks my heart, because Ted wants so badly to be a good father, a good coach, a good friend, a good partner, a good patient. He’s there for people in all kinds of ways, even in his current less-than-capable state. He takes care of Sharon post-concussion and even gets her a new bike! During the disastrous match at Wembley his coaching is ineffectual and everything is chaos but he’s the last one standing on the pitch! But this really awful thing keeps happening to Jamie and Ted is just…frozen in the face of it. Like one of those nightmares where you’re running in place.

The frozen-in-place nightmare also kind of applies to the way the total separation between Ted and Rebecca feels, too. I have never for a moment doubted the writers’ intentions in setting these characters up as soulmates on parallel journeys, and I’m actually really digging (on a story level) how disconnected they are right now. It is IMPRESSIVE that their absence in each other’s lives feels like such a glaring loss, one we cannot forget even as there are so many other things happening onscreen. It is 100% not just shipper goggles making me process information about Ted while thinking about Rebecca and information about Rebecca while thinking about Ted. I know there are a lot of really angry and frustrated people in the fandom right now (both T/R shippers and T/R antis and non-shipping fans who don’t get why s2 is different from s1) and while I understand being frustrated by choices characters make, and frustrated by the feelings the show makes us feel that we just want to feel more of or less of, I continue to agree with pretty much every narrative choice happening right now.

Agreeing with the narrative like this?! This is such a unique experience for me as a viewer—to feel like I’m on a ride that is at once absolutely wild and incredibly sensible and well-crafted, and to feel simultaneously completely invested and anticipatory and speculative but also totally willing to trust where it goes. I long for Ted and Beard to really talk. I long for Ted and Rebecca to stop missing each other. I long for Roy to have a serious conversation with Ted about what’s happening with him. I long for Keeley to find a vocation, something that drives her beyond her projects. I long for so many things! But I wouldn’t long for them if this show was less good. If the show was less good, I wouldn’t have a wish list a mile long because I wouldn’t be so attuned to the details and potential lurking in every scene. THIS IS SUCH A GOOD SHOW, I CANNOT HANDLE IT, I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

(To that end, a great deal of the Ted Lasso tag and so many Twitter reactions reactions to the show feel super stressful right now and I am kind of just trying not to look?! I love this fandom so much because of the amazing conversations that happen and because of brilliant fic and because there are some awesome people I never would have encountered were it not for this show. That little bubble is wonderful and I’d stay in this fandom no matter what in order to keep experiencing those things. But fans’ catastrophic reactions to every little thing that happens, every little choice a character makes that isn’t the “perfect” choice? The takeaway that the writers—on this show of all shows—wake up in the morning ready for another day of torturing shippers rather than another day of writing a beautiful story they genuinely want to write? I do not enjoy those parts at all. I would like to opt out of those parts. I’m having such a magical experience watching this show and talking about this show and listening about this show and writing about this show with a variety of people who feel all kinds of ways. I truly wish I could somehow transfer the energy of this experience onto all the people who are hating it right now. I don’t mind at all that people are having vastly different reactions to this show and are sharing their honest feelings, including the really angry ones (I can appreciate something and disagree with it!), and I get that sometimes the language of fannish reactions is intentionally, ironically hyperbolic. But there feels like this very serious trend of people legitimately thinking writers on this show are targeting shippers and have lost respect for their characters, and I just feel like an alien from another planet when I see that stuff. I guess I just feel like people make art because they want their art to be visible to other people and to themselves, but that doesn’t typically involve specifically catering to or torturing a subset of that audience?)

I am more fascinated by Sharon Fieldstone than ever before. I have been running through every single action with her and Ted so many times. The confirmation that she’s living in club-provided housing (that could not look more different from Ted’s club-provided flat). Ted clearly noticing the many bottles. Sharon’s face while she tries to casually recycle them. (Sharon could legitimately have a more problematic relationship with alcohol than Ted does, and I find that extremely interesting and am very curious to find out what happens there.) Sharon leaving him voice notes while she’s concussed, probably because she’d been thinking about him shortly before the accident. The way Ted calls her and does all the funny voices and it’s not frustrating like all the times he uses his silliness and allusions to deflect during their prior conversations because this time, those behaviors are just a part of him showing care for another person. The way they stretch each other, and Ted is still wrong about the things he’s been wrong about, but they both grow all the same.

While it is pretty much impossible for me to imagine that this show would include an actual romantic relationship between Ted and Sharon (it would be beyond unethical even if they could write it well, and Sharon in particular is so professional and committed to her work, and it would erase so much of the powerful message about the importance of seeking therapy from a professional who is not your friend or partner, and I would totally hate it), watching this episode was the first moment I had this queasy little feeling that it’s possible that Ted could end up developing really complicated feelings about Sharon since, at this point, he’s been honest with her about things he’s hardly spoken about before and you can really form an attachment to people you feel safe with in a new way. (I mean, I’m sure Michelle knows what happened with Ted’s father, but I’m not even certain if Beard does.) He’s so broken right now, and Sharon is such a great person and so different from anyone else in his life (even though Rebecca is also different, and Beard is also different, and Roy is also different, and so on), that I could see things getting really fuzzy for him. I continue to have faith in the way the storylines on this show are handled. I’m just. Putting this here.

(In saying that, though, I also wanna make it really clear that I don’t just automatically assume anytime a new female character is introduced that they’re going to end up becoming a romantic complication. Like, Phoebe is allowed to have a teacher who is an attractive woman and AFC Richmond is allowed to have a sports psychologist who is an attractive woman and Keeley is allowed to talk to Jamie Tartt without it threatening what she has with Roy and all these people can exist as human beings without the introduction of romantic drama.)

Isaac gives every player one haircut per season, OH MY GOD. The JOY during the haircut scene. YES.

KEELEY AND REBECCA. Their text thread. The affirming video call right before Rebecca goes into the restaurant. The way Keeley sits all snuggled up against Rebecca in her office.

I was pretty thoroughly spoiled for the Sam and Rebecca plot through 2x8, and I was bracing for something far more problematic and tortured than what happens in this episode. The words I would use to describe their scenes: awkward, cute, cringy, and understandable. There are a million reasons why this relationship isn’t sustainable, but I felt completely understanding of both their choices here. This show has a lot of thesis statements, but I keep going back to the idea from 2x1 that there are people who enter your life to help you get to the next point, and I think it’s entirely possible that Sam and Rebecca will mutually be that for each other.

I find comparisons between Rupert and Rebecca super upsetting. There are absolutely meaningful things to say about the irony of ending up in a situation with an uncomfortable resemblance to certain taboo elements of an ex’s situation. But that ex is abusive and manipulative and cruel and Rebecca has exhibited NONE of those behaviors, and it makes me really sad to think that people feel that the writers on this show have betrayed Rebecca in giving her this storyline.

As always, I reserve the right to keep blathering about this show. I’ve had a headache for a couple of days, but my head is also so full of 2x8 thoughts that I couldn’t keep them in even if the circumstances for writing this were not ideal. I kind of hate that I’ve included frustrated fandom thoughts within the analysis of what I felt was an absolutely gorgeous, complicated, heartbreaking, near-perfect episode of television, but if ya can’t be a little dramatic on your own tumblr while you’re feeling raw and under the weather, where can ya?

#ted lasso #ted lasso s2 spoilers #meta by me #ted lasso 2x8 #a lesbian watches ted lasso #cw: suicide mention #cw: alcohol abuse mention

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sei-hoe · 3 years

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manager pt. 3

ok, it’s finally getting spicy in here y’all. this is my favorite chapter so far, actually idk because pt. 2 and the fingers (drools), but there’s more of that in here heheh. i hope you enjoy!!!

Reader x Tendou Satori feat. Ushijima & Semi

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

TW: gaslighting, manipulation, fingering, hand kink, sex, language, toxic men omg

WC: 2.8k

Summary: Practice has ended, do you go through with what you have planned with Tendou? (spoilers: yes you do 🥵)

The final whistle blew signaling the end of practice. The team huddled together by the water cooler next to where you were sitting on the bench. Feeling as though you should join them, you stood up and walked over to stand next to Tendou. His body was close, heat radiating off his damp skin. He smelled like sweat, it wasn’t a bad thing though. As much as he fooled around during practice he also worked very hard, making himself one of the best middle blockers in the prefecture. You looked up at him as Ushijima gave his closing remarks to the team, he looked down at you with a lazy half smile giving you instant butterflies as you quickly looked away, blushing.

The huddle was dismissed, Tendou pulled you aside, lightly stroking your arm with his bandaged fingertips. “I’m going to shower real quick. Wait for me? I’ll be like five minutes.”

You nodded and Tendou jogged in the direction of the locker room. As you started packing up your belongings you were getting lost in thought, did you want this? You could just leave. You knew what was going to happen if he got you alone. Casually flirting was one thing, but being alone with him in his car was another. It’s not that you weren’t attracted to Tendou, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to do anything sexual with him yet. You felt like throwing up, what had you gotten yourself into? Before you could work through things in your head Ushijima cleared his throat to make his presence known.

“I don’t know what your relationship with Tendou is…” he lied. “But you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

You looked anywhere but his eyes, embarrassed as you stuttered out an answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you lied back to him.

He smiled as he walked to sit on the bench next to you, taking a drink from his water bottle. “Then it looks like I know something you don’t.” You looked at him, confused.

“Tendou is planning on you giving him head tonight in his car.” The captain spoke bluntly. “He told me in great detail during practice.”

“Oh god.” You cradled your head in your hands. What have you done?

“Is that not something you want?” He feigned concern. You wanted to disappear, to be anywhere but there. You didn’t want to talk about this with the guy you liked, the guy you had fantasies about. He leaned closer, “because if it’s not, you shouldn’t have led him on like that.”

Your eyes widened as your head whipped in his direction. “What?”

He took a breath.

“Did you know that we are ranked within the top eight teams in the whole country?” Ushijima looked off towards the court while you looked at him, eyes glassy and focused. “That’s something that takes rigorous practice and time...we don’t have social lives outside of each other.”

“I don’t unders-”

“That’s where you come in. You were oh so willing to be our little manager, coming in here all shy and clinging to Tendou. Don’t you think he deserves it? Don’t you think we deserve it?”

You were piecing together the puzzle. Connecting the dots. None of them had girlfriends, you never saw any of them talking to girls in the hallways during passing periods. The team had a sleazy reputation, for an unknown reason minutes ago, but now you knew why.

Ushijima scoffed when he saw your appalled expression. “Don’t act like you’re so surprised. Why else did you come here? To make friends?” He leaned closer, his whispered breath hitting your ear, “we’ll be the best friends you ever had”.

Maybe a part of you wanted this and knew it was coming. You told yourself this morning that this was a bad idea but you came anyway. You were still shocked at Ushijima’s behavior. You now knew the look he had given you before practice began wasn’t anger, but arousal and maybe jealousy. Then it hit you, just as much as you wanted Ushijima, he wanted you back.

“Sorry to embarrass you, but Tendou told me about your cute little crush.” He wasn’t sorry. He loved the panicked look in your eyes, it made you more pliable. You put your head back in your hands willing this moment away.

“Ah ah”, he tutted, pulling your hands away. “Look at me.” His sweaty palms coerce your head to turn in his direction. You hesitantly lift your glistening eyes to his stern ones.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” He stares into your eyes convincing you that this is all okay. He’s okay with your crush, he’s okay with your hesitance. He leans in closer, face only inches away from yours, his thigh brushing against yours, a warm contrast to the freezing metal sticking to the back of your thighs.

He whispered against your lips. “Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

He waited a beat and you remained silent as he pressed his lips against yours. His mouth was hot and wet. Even though you knew it was coming it still took you by surprise. Your wide eyes eventually fluttered shut as you leaned into the kiss, resting your hand on his hard chest, gripping his practice jersey. His heart beats were steady, opposite to your sporadic ones. You felt his tongue licking against your lips, attempting to gain access to your mouth. You let him in, savoring the moment that your tongues intertwined in your mouth. This wasn’t your first kiss by any means, but it was your first kiss with Ushijima and one that you will remember forever.

The door to the gymnasium opened with the sound of a metal creaking against metal followed by footsteps and two voices. Ushijima pulled away from the kiss slowly, strings of saliva still connecting his mouth to yours until he distanced himself enough for them to break.

Looking into your eyes he spoke with a half smile, “You gonna be good for us?”

“Mhm.” You nodded hazily as Ushijima looked over your shoulder to investigate the disturbance. Tendou and Semi walked over to the two of you, shit-eating grins on both faces. Ushijima stood up and bridged the gap between you and the two new arrivals. They began talking about you like you weren’t sitting there, mouth agape wondering what the fuck was going on.

“Well, what do you think captain?” Tendou asked enthusiastically. “Do I know how to pick ‘em or what?”

“She’ll be perfect...well done”. Ushijima pondered.

“That’s as much of a compliment you’re going to get from him.” Semi laughed.

“You ready to go baby?” Tendou looked at you. You nodded, quickly packing up your backpack and grabbing your phone. Tendou laced his hand through your own as you walked to the parking lot. He smelled good, his hair was still damp from his shower so it wasn’t sticking up straight like normal.

The cool night air hit you as you exited the building making you wrap your jacket around yourself tighter. You looked back at Ushijima and Semi who turned to the opposite side of the parking lot. Ushijima held your gaze, the same look on his face as earlier, the one you couldn’t quite place.

“Have fun!” Semi yelled across the parking lot. Tendou chuckled and smiled down at you. “We will.” He answered to you instead.

_____

Tendou’s car is pretty much exactly what you would picture. Messy. Fast food bags in the backseat, school papers everywhere, various volleyball paraphernalia and empty energy drink cans littering the floor.

“Shit, sorry” he murmured as he brushed past you to throw everything that was occupying the passenger seat into the back. He gestured for you to get in. Hesitantly you ducked down and slid into your seat. Was this safe? Should you trust these practical strangers? Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the driver’s side door opening and Tendou’s legs making their way into the car followed by the rest of him. He just seemed like one of those tall lanky guys that would drive the smallest beat up car.

One of those tall lanky guys who had a long, thick cock to match.

You looked out the window as you thought about what was about to happen, taking a deep breath you reflected. You wanted this, you repeat this to yourself. What else did you have to do? You’re going to be involved in school activity, or rather a school activity is going to be involved in you. Whatever. You thought about what Ushijima said. About how hard the team works, every single day. Don’t you think we deserve it? His words resonate in your head. You took a hesitant look at Tendou. He was scrolling through his phone while his car warmed up. Doesn’t he deserve it?

You lean across the center console to put your head on his shoulder. Tendou locked his phone, setting it on the dashboard, chuckling, “I have to hand it to ‘em, Ushi always knows just what to say.”

“You deserve it Tendou.” you looked up at him with innocent eyes. You don’t know where this sudden courage was coming from but you reached down to grab his hand that was resting on this thigh. Taking his pointer finger between your thumb and pointer finger you begin lightly rubbing, moving up and down his stupidly long finger. His eyes went half-lidded and he quietly groaned as you made your way closer to his face. Completely mesmerized by your soft ministrations he hooked his arms underneath yours and moved you onto his lap. His erection was poking against your ass, your suspicions confirmed that his cock matched his body type.

Whispering against his soft pink lips, “you like having your fingers played with?”

He closed the gap between your mouths desperately. His kiss was different from Ushijimas. Where he felt practiced and calm, Tendou’s kiss felt heated and needy. His tongue instantly slipping into your mouth to lick everywhere he could reach; your cheek, teeth, tongue, lips; nothing was excluded. He was rutting up onto your ass desperate for any kind of stimulation he could get. You were still stroking his fingers as he brought both hands in front of your face.

“Suck.” he pushed his pointer and middle fingers past your lips, you accepted them greedily, wetting them with the excessive amount of saliva your mouth has been producing. Leaning back in his seat he watches you, mouth slightly agape, smiling. He pushes further, too far, causing your throat to constrict around his digits.

“You gonna gag on my cock like that too you little slut?”

You moan, unashamedly taking everything he would give you. He continues to rub himself against you, grabbing your half exposed ass with his other hand feeling your lacy panties for the first time.

“See you act all innocent, but you’ve been wearing this underneath your skirt all day?” His hand caresses the fat of your ass and squeezes its way around to the front of your thigh until his fingers are playing with the hem of your panties on your upper leg. His bony fingers snake their way under your panties, moaning as he feels the evidence of your arousal, thick and slippery on his fingertips.

“You don’t need any prep at all do you?” he condescends. His fingers toy with your wet little hole, playing with the tight ring keeping him out of your cunt. He pushes in with two fingers. It didn’t matter how wet you were, it was a stretch, length and girth-wise. You winced, biting down slightly on the fingers still penetrating your throat. Pulling his fingers out of your mouth he reached down to release his aching cock from his sweats. His other hand pulling your panties to the side you felt his cock brush against your folds.

“Looks like we’re going to have to save that blow job for next time.” he mentions as he begins prodding your cunt with the tip of his painfully hard cock. You wished you were able to get a good look at it, but you supposed you could save that for next time as well. The stretch was burning as he slid into your drippy hole, inch by inch. His head tipped back in pleasure, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Seizing the opportunity, you latched onto his neck, sucking bruises onto his pale complexion as he began to bottom out.

He pulled you off of his neck by your hair, “don’t do that.” Embarrassed, your cheeks began to heat up, but a blush wasn’t given the opportunity to form as he began to move inside of you. Your gummy walls grip every ridge and vein of his cock as he holds onto your hips.

“Can’t be all marked up for games” he grunts, his eyes shut tightly, savoring the way you feel around him.

“Sorry Tend-”

“Aww, getting all shy on me now, huh? Where’d the little girl who was sucking on my fingers go?” You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he wreaked havoc on your poor little pussy. You could act as confident as you wanted, but this was still a crazy experience for you. You opened your eyes to take in the scene in front of you. Tendou’s neck was flushed, damp from sweat, veins jutting out ever so slightly. You lick a cautious stripe up his most prominent vein. He chuckles, “that’s ok baby, you can do that”. His hand is still weaved in your hair as he lets you have your fun.

The car windows were fogging up as the sun was almost completely set. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” You feel your pussy clenching down on him and a familiar feeling churning in the pit of your stomach. He could feel it too, reaching down he toys with your clit. Rubbing small circles around it, various mixtures of praise and degradation pouring from his mouth, egging you on.

“You gonna cum for me? Huh?” he goads. “I want you to.” That’s all it took to push you over the edge. His thumb stills, but applies pressure as you spasm and moan over his cock and fingers. Head now heavy with sleep you rest your head on his warm shoulder.

“I don’t think so.” he commands, shaking his head and pulling you upright by the hand still attached to your hair. “You’re gonna watch me ruin this pussy.”

His humping was getting sloppy and uncontrolled and you began to get overstimulated.

“You on the pill?” You nod, eyes glued to his. “Thank fuck,” several hurried thrusts later, his thrusting stilled and he was spilling himself inside of you.

“Fuuuckkk,” he moaned, still holding your head in place ensuring that you were watching. You felt so full, his thick, sticky seed finding a nice home inside of you. He took a moment to catch his breath, releasing your hair from his sweaty palm, letting his head fall back against the headrest. He grabs his phone from the dashboard, to snap a quick picture of your abused cunt before you could protest.

“For later,” he murmurs, staring at the screen illuminating his face.

He pulled out and tucked himself back into his sweats. You felt so empty all of a sudden, your pussy still molded to the shape of him. He slid your panties back in place.

“We wouldn’t want any to slip out,” he smiled lazily at you.

___

The drive home was a quiet one. The radio was playing quietly in the background and the sun had completely set at this point. The only light was coming from the headlights in oncoming traffic. You directed him whenever he had to make a turn, but otherwise neither of you said a word. He had his hand resting on your thigh, which was reassuring you suppose. Maybe he was just tired after cumming. You had arrived in front of your house in record time; Tendou was a bit of a reckless driver. You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for your backpack, not expecting another interaction. But he got out of the car to walk around to open your door, something you hadn’t expected.

Getting out of the car and walking towards your front door you mutter, “thanks Tendou, I’ll...uh...see you tomorrow I guess.”

“Hey, come here,” he spoke, pulling your arm towards him. You crash into his chest. Raising a finger to your chin, he lifts it. “You were everything I needed you to be today.” He kisses you on the lips then takes a step back.

“Also I kinda love knowing that you’re keeping my cum warm for me in there,” he ran his hand up your lower abdomen. Tendou released you from his hold and circled back around the car. You stood there once again, mouth agape, face beet red.

“See you tomorrow manager.”

#tendou satori x reader #tendou satori x reader smut #tendou satori smut #tendou smut #tendou x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa smut

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

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Joke’s on You

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky’s fuckboy tendencies get the better of him. But you show him you’re not gonna be tossed around like a toy. This time, he gets the shit end of the stick.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Smut, Fighting, Angst,

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: Okay fellas. Here she is. The third instalment of Gangsta. Now, this one can be read in the series or as a standalone. Based on Charlotte Lawerence’s ‘Joke’s on You’ (Both regular and acoustic.) and also on Love the Way you Lie obvi cause angst and toxic relationships hehe. I’ve got the next part almost fully written and lemme warn y’all, it’s a tearjerker. So good luck!

Gangsta

I see Red

Jokes On You

Habits (Coming soon)

~*~

“Hey, Steve.” He nods at you, arm resting on the back of the seat just behind your shoulders. “Waitin’ for him?” You nod, lips pursed as you cross your arms on the table.

The club is loud, music thumping under your feet and people chattering all around you. Your eyes scour the club, looking for James.

You feel Steve stiffen a moment before you find him, and then you realize why Steve reacted the way he did.

Bucky’s standing at the bar, flirting and chatting up a busty brunette waitress. You grind your teeth together, watching the way he looks her up and down.

“I’m sure he’s just being friendly?” Steve offers, cringing when you turn your glare on him.

“That’s the problem. If I ever get that friendly with a guy I’ll never hear the end of it. I fucking hate that this is such a double standard. I’m not gonna just sit around and watch him get with random bitches. Not anymore.” You make to stand up, halting when Steve grabs your hand.

“At least dance with me. Not someone that he’s gonna kill for no reason.” You ponder this, glancing over to your boyfriend once more and making your mind up quickly. The brunette is leaning in, her lips almost touching his face.

You grab Steve’s hand and haul him towards the dance floor, ignoring the way you can feel Bucky’s eyes on you. You spin around in Steve’s arms, pressing your back against his front and moving your hips against him.

He grips your waist, his head resting over your shoulder, lips just barely brushing the shell of your ear.

You slowly open your eyes, looking over to where Bucky’s sitting, his jaw clenched and his eyes focused on you.

The waitress is gone for the moment, but two glasses sit on the counter beside him, one of them stained with red lipstick.

He raises his eyebrows at you and you cock your head to the side before reaching over your shoulder and grabbing a handful of Steve’s hair. Bucky’s eyes flash a warning at him and you only roll your eyes in return, before tugging Steve’s head down and craning your neck back to smash your lips against his.

He’s stunned for a minute, before kissing you back with passion, his teeth grazing over your bottom lip. His hands trail up your body, cupping your breasts through the thin material of your dress and groping them roughly.

You pull away after a moment, panting hard. When you open your eye they immediately flicker to Bucky, a frown crossing your face when you see him once again talking to the brunette.

Huffing a frustrated breath, you tug out of Steve’s arms and strut over to the bar, smiling sweetly at your boyfriend.

He hardly glances at you, only giving you attention when you clear your throat.

“I uh... I should get back to my table,” the waitress says, smiling at Bucky before walking away. His eyes stay on her backside and you scoff.

“Really, James?” He shrugs, playing it cool when all he wants to do is bend you over the counter and fuck you until the only thing you remember is his name.

“Yeah. Maybe don’t come home tonight. She and I are really hitting it off. She’s got a tongue stud and said she’d let me see her nipple rings.”

You scoff again, shaking your head at him.

“Yeah, whatever. When you’re done being a prick let me know. I’m staying with Steve tonight. Maybe when you grow up a bit and can talk about whatever doubts you’re having about our relationship, then I’ll come home. But not before then.”

He watches you walk away, his heart aching and his mind racing. He doesn’t want to let you get away, but he has no choice. He can’t need you. He doesn’t want to need you. And yet here he is, needing you.

You walk up to Steve, your anger evident on your face.

“He being a dick again?” He asks, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Of fucking course he is! When is he not? God, sometimes I forget why we got together.” Steve chuckles, his hands holding your waist. “Because you guys are a match made in heaven? C’mon. I’ll take you home. I’m sure he’s just gonna get shitfaced then bum a ride from some poor defenceless college kid.” You nod, taking a deep breath but deciding that Steve’s probably right.

As you’re turning to the door, you see none other than your boyfriend leaving, one hand on the ass of the waitress as the two of them leave the club together.

“Jesus Christ he’s leaving with her,” you hiss, turning to glare at Steve.

“He’s an idiot. I’ll take you home.” You shake your head, determined to make a point.

“No. Take me to your place. He gets to go with a random bitch, fine. I’m going home with someone else too.” Steve sighs, knowing better than to argue with you when you’re in a mood like this.

The ride to his house is silent, the tension thick in the car as you stew in your anger.

Too many times has Bucky done this, pushed you away and fucked other girls, only to get mad at you whenever you attempt to do the same.

Fucking random guys would only get them killed, exactly how Steve said, however, Bucky cares too much about his best friend to kill him. Beat him to a pulp? Sure. But Bucky could never kill Steve.

As soon as you’re in Steve’s apartment you’re on him, mouth pressed tightly against his and hands pushing his jacket off of his shoulders. He pauses for a moment, pulling away to look at you carefully.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? You know he’s gonna find out.” You roll your eyes and step out of your dress, kicking it aside and standing bare in front of the blond.

“He can go fuck himself after fucking that waitress. If he does. And if he doesn't then he’ll finally know how I’ve felt all those times when he’s come home smelling like another woman.” Steve ponders this for a moment longer before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you tight against his body.

His kisses are fierce, all teeth and tongue and power and you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling. All thoughts of Bucky are shoved aside. He’s not a priority to you tonight.

No. The only thing on your mind is revenge.

And by God does Steve make it taste sweet.

~*~

Your head is pounding and you swear you feel like you’ve swallowed sand.

The sound of a door opening makes you pry your lids open, glancing over to the sound. Steve offers you a smile, a glass of water and a couple of pills in his hands.

You sit up and rub your face before grabbing the water and painkillers, downing them both quickly then groaning.

“Where’s my phone?” You croak, holding your hand out expectantly.

Steve hesitates and you feel the atmosphere change. You lift your head and look at him, brows drawn together.

“Give it to me now.” He sighs and pulls your phone out of his back pocket, tossing it over to you.

You catch it effortlessly, turning it on while your heart beats in your throat.

Your world crumbles slightly at the sight of your lock screen.

Zero notifications from him.

Not a text.

Not one single phone call.

Nothing.

You grind your teeth together and toss the blankets off of yourself, marching over to Steve’s dresser and grabbing a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt that’s at least two sizes too small for him.

“Give me your keys,” you demand, marching out of the room with murder on your mind.

Steve grabs your arm but you yank out of his grip.

“Think about what you’re doing before you do it, (Y/n). Please.” You take a few deep breaths then shake your head.

“I’m just gonna go talk to him. If he’s not serious about us then neither am I. I just want to see...” You trail off and Steve sighs, handing you the keys to his Ferrari.

“If you so much as scratch the paint I’ll-” “Yeah, yeah you’ll kill me I know. It’s fine I’ll just buy you a new one.”

You’re out the door before he can say anything else, keys jammed in the car’s ignition.

Steve would have a heart attack if he saw the way you were treating his baby.

And he would die on the spot if he saw the way you drove.

By the time you’re outside the apartment you and Bucky share, you’ve had some time to cool down.

That doesn't stop you from grabbing a knife out of the glove box though.

You hold it loosely in your dominant hand as you walk into the building then up through the elevator, the trip taking far more time than usual.

But then you’re outside of your apartment, ready to have a serious conversation about where the two of you stand with regards to your relationship.

You unlock the door and push your way into the apartment, stopping right in the doorway when you see not one but two people in your home.

A piece of your heart shatters and any semblance of composure is left a step behind you.

Bucky looks like a deer in headlights, his mind foggy, but yours is working just as well as it usually does, if not better.

The waitress from the night before stands before you in your boyfriend’s shirt, a confused look on her face.

You hold the knife tighter in your grasp and pounce, the blade just nicking her throat before Bucky yanks her out of the way.

She lets out a terrified scream, stumbling to the ground and scrambling away from you.

Before you can get her again Bucky’s got your arms pinned to your sides, his metal arm holding tightly to the arm that has the knife.

“Grace, you should probably leave,” He says softly, his eyes focused on the look of pure betrayal on your face.

The waitress gets up and gathers her things quickly, her eyes on you.

You eye her with nothing but pure hatred in your gaze, straining against his hold.

He doesn’t loosen his grip until she’s safely out the door, only then does he let you go.

But what a mistake.

Your anger is now directed at him and you swipe your blade up at him, catching the apple of his cheek and leaving an angry red slice across his pretty face.

“Fuck!” He jumps back, one hand coming up to the wound while the other extends defensively in front of himself.

You don’t follow him like he thought you would. No, instead you toss the knife aside and turn away from him.

He’s utterly confused at your behaviour. It’s not like anything you’ve ever done before.

He was prepared for anger, for wrath like no other. But this? This is new territory and he hates that.

You pour yourself a glass of whiskey and bring it over to the couch, plopping down and grabbing your phone out of your pocket. Bucky approaches you slowly as if you’re an animal ready to lash out at any moment. But you don’t.

“Baby?” He asks softly, waiting for the anger.

But he gets nothing in reply.

“I’d be using my time more wisely if I were you,” you say stoically, eyes on your phone as you fight tears.

“W-what do you mean?” He’s never felt genuine fear for his life before now.

“You have twenty-eight minutes left to get your shit and get out. Whatever’s left after that is getting burned. If you’re still here then you will also be on that list of things that will be getting burned.”

He’s shocked.

“What do you mean?” He repeats, taking a few hesitant steps closer to your figure. The way that you stay so unbothered, eyes on your phone as if he means nothing to you, it’s beyond concerning.

“I’m not going to repeat myself. It’s up to you if you want to take me seriously or not.” He’s not sure what to do, but he knows that he pushed you too far, if only from the way that you don’t give a single fuck about him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he tries, voice low and hands raised in surrender and fear, hoping to appeal to your human side.

Unfortunately for him, your human side is long gone.

“Mhm,” is all you say in reply, taking another sip of your drink and trying to remember where you keep the propane.

He starts moving then, packing up a bag that’s enough to last him a few days. He’s not sure if he should believe that you’ll actually burn his things, but he grabs all his valuables just in case.

The remaining twenty-five minutes go by far too quickly, and then he’s standing at the door, watching you rise to your feet with the utmost grace.

He watches as you start gathering up little knickknacks, stray socks and books of his, a bunch of pictures, a set of ridiculously expensive champagne glasses, and the necklace he got you for your last birthday. You toss it all into a cardboard box then head into the next room to gather more things.

His curiosity and want to preserve what little he can of the relationship gets the better of him and he hesitantly creeps his way over to the box, grabbing the pictures and the necklace.

A bullet narrowly misses his hand and he almost drops his belongings in his haste to get out of the line of fire, but you’ve got the barrel pointed directly at him again, finger hovering dangerously over the trigger.

“I told you: half an hour. You’re done. Get out. If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you.” He says nothing. Instead, he grabs his belongings and leaves without so much as a second glance.

~*~

“Have you tried talking to her? She seemed pretty pissed when she left my place.” Bucky glares at his friend, “You fucking asshole, don’t even try to give me advice, you’re the one who ruined this in the first place.”

Steve raises his brows and downs his scotch then actually laughs at his friend, the sound getting slightly drowned out by the noises in the bar

“Do I need to remind you who left the club first? You took that waitress home before (Y/n) and I even left. That’s the only reason I took her home. She would’ve fucked anybody in that club and then you would’ve gone and made a mess that I would’ve had to clean up. I took her home cause you and I both know I’ll take good care of her and won’t treat her like shit. She deserves the world, Buck, and you treat her like a piece of garbage.”

The brunet is silent as his friend tells him what he knows is true but really just doesn’t want to accept.

“That woman loves you, Buck. To the moon and back. With her whole fucking heart and soul and you stomp on it every damn chance you get. If she wasn’t so damn in love with you, I’d take her out. Wine and dine her real nice, just how she deserves. I’d show her what it’s like to be loved.”

The glass shatters in the brunet’s hand as he listens to his best friend talk about the way he’d treat the woman he loves.

“I get it! I’m a fucking idiot. I’ll go talk to her.” He drops a couple of bills on the table then marches out of the bar, trying to keep his composure and his confidence on the drive to the apartment.

He’s not sure what he’s going to say, but he knows he needs to apologize. He needs to tell you that he loves you and that you’re the only one he wants.

Hesitant knuckles knock against the door and he feels stupid. It’s his place too.

When he gets no reply he pushes the door open, his stomach dropping and his heart clenching tight in his chest.

It’s empty.

No furniture, no decorations, and not one single sign of you.

“(Y/n)?!” He calls, hand darting to the gun tucked into his pants as he explores the empty penthouse.

“(Y/n)?” His voice is softer but more desperate, the reality of the situation hitting him like a punch in the gut.

You’re gone.

He lost you. And he’s not sure if he’s gonna be able to get you back.

~*~

You shoulder your way into the tiny shithole that you’re calling home, brows drawn together and shoulders heavy with exhaustion.

“Love the new place.” You’ve got a gun raised and aimed at the voice, heart racing in your chest at the fact that you didn’t even realize they were here.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You demand, not lowering your weapon as you walk into the living room.

He’s seated on the couch, eyes staring straight through the window across from him.

“You left,” is all he says.

You want to scoff.

Scratch that; you want to shout. To yell and scream and beat him to a bloody pulp. You want to ask him why. Why he hurt you so badly and why he acts like he did nothing.

Instead, you walk past him and set your gun on the table.

“Why did you leave?” His voice is closer than before, his feet silent as they carry him towards you. You’re in your bedroom, raking your hands through your hair as you try to handle the situation.

“Why?” He asks again, two metal fingers just hardly brushing against your bicep. You yank yourself away from him, eyes full of rage and betrayal as you glare at him.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch me! You have no fucking right!” He takes a moment to look you over, a frown on his face as he sees how upset you are.

This isn’t how this usually goes. Usually, the two of you shout and scream at each other, then fuck all the anger out.

But not this time.

No, this time it’s different. Because there’s more than just anger on your face.

The look of pain, of absolute agony on your face, has his heart shattering in his chest.

“Doll... I’ll never be able to apologize for what I did. I just...” “You just what, Bucky?” You never call him that. Exhaustion laces your voice and your shoulders slump forward.

“You just what? You wanted to hurt me again? Well congrats, you did a great job. Now please leave. I don't want to see you. Not now and not ever fucking again.” He shakes his head as you turn away from him again.

“No, no you don’t mean that. We’re good together. We’re so fucking good together. You’re the Lois Lane to my Superman. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

His words are dripping with desperation and truth. He’s scared, terrified that this is the end. But he’s talked you back before, he can do it again.

“I’ve been hurt before, Buck. And when I saw... that... it felt like there was a knife in my fucking throat. Like someone was stabbing me in the chest and in the back all at the same time. I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t fight. And you know what? I’m done fighting. I’m done fighting you, I’m done fighting for you and, I’m so fucking done fighting for us. It’s not worth it anymore.”

He shakes his head but you continue, not giving him a moment to speak.

“We’re not good together. We’re toxic. We’re so fucking toxic but you love it. You love that I hate you because I always come crawling back. You never let me leave, you’ve never ever told me you loved me. It’s always been me. I was the only one who ever tried to salvage our relationship and I’m done doing that.”

He shakes his head, swallowing the sorrow and bile in his throat at the way your voice breaks, the way you crack and splinter and shatter right before his very own eyes.

And it’s his fault. He caused this. He's the one who hurt you.

“Doll I love you. So fucking much. I feel so fucking ashamed for everything I’ve done and the way that I’ve acted.” You scoff, shaking your head at him, “as you fucking should. I’m not going to comfort you. You see me crumbling, see me in pain, and all you've ever done is stand by and watch the show. I won’t let you. Not anymore.”

You sniffle and scrub a tear off of your cheek, your voice shaking as you start speaking again.

“I love you. So much that I can fucking hardly breathe when I’m with you. And when I fell in love with you... it hit me out of the blue. Out of fucking nowhere. I never wanted t-to hurt you or to make you upset. Now I can’t even look at you. You said you’d be my ride or die but you have never been there when I’ve needed you.”

His eyes are red-rimmed and his heart is in his stomach. This isn’t happening. It can’t be happening.

“B-But I can change. Just give me another chance, please, doll. I swear things will be different this time.”

You shake your head angrily, furious that you’re having to have this conversation with him.

“No! You don’t get it! You don’t get another chance, this isn’t a game! You lied again and now you’re going to fucking watch me walk out of your life and I’m not going to fucking look back!”

“Baby, please. Just... I just... I need you so much. I know I wasn’t there for you and I know it wasn’t you and it was me but your temper’s just as bad as mine is and we’re both stubborn as hell and so fucking crazy. Our relationship isn’t as bad as it seems and I love you too much for you to walk away. Come home, we can try again.”

You’re crying now, arms crossed tightly over your chest in a pathetic attempt at protecting yourself

“You’re a broken record, Bucky. Playing the same damn thing over and over again. You don’t mean a word you’re saying.”

He winds up and his fist slams into the wall, a large hole gaping in the drywall.

There goes your damage deposit.

Tears are streaking down his face and his chest is heaving as emotions wrack through his body, tearing him limb from limb and setting him on fire.

“You’re not even listening to me! Don't you hear the sincerity in my voice! I told you this was my fault! I know it’s all my fault! Next time-”

“Next time?!” You actually laugh, though the two of you know there’s no humour behind it. “You don’t get a ‘next time’! We’re done! We’re fucking done!”

“No! You’re not listening to me! All I want is to have you back home! I’m tired of these fucking games! Come home!”

He reaches for you, hands grasping your waist, and you shimmy out of his grip and back up in the bedroom, absolutely fuming at the audacity this man has.

“This isn’t a fucking game, James! If you ever come near me again I will tie you to that fucking bed and set this place on fire! I will show you exactly how you’ve made me felt and by the end of it you’ll be begging me to kill you!”

The two of you stand facing off with each other, tears falling and eyes narrowed, but you won’t give in.

Not this time.

After a few very long minutes his shoulders sag and his entire demeanour changes as he accepts defeat. As he realizes that you’re not giving in this time.

He lost.

He lost you.

“Alright. If that’s what you want, fine.” He turns around and walks towards the front door, each step sending a sharp fiery pain through his chest.

He hesitates when he gets to the door, eyes squeezed shut as he waits, hopes, and prays for you to stop him.

But you say nothing. You only watch him, wait for him to leave and take all his lies and deceit away.

He pulls the door open, steps through, and turns around, red eyes focused solely on you.

You muster up your courage and take calculated steps through the apartment towards the front door.

His heart jumps up into his throat, lips parting to apologize and to thank you for giving him another chance, but he doesn’t get a word out.

No, you close the door in his face and leave him standing alone on the other side, your decision having been made.

His movements are mechanical as he makes his way to his car, keys in the ignition and foot on the gas.

It can’t be real.

It can’t be.

He finds himself back in your old apartment, eyes on the absolute nothingness, a perfect representation of your relationship.

A strangled sob leaves his lips, and then another one. And another until they’re consuming him and he’s on the floor, unable to breathe or move.

No, he curls up in the fetal position, hunched in on himself, and screams your name. He curses himself, his friends, his stupidity.

He deserves this. He knows that.

He’s a lost cause.

Loving him was a mistake on your part.

But that doesn’t make the hurt go away.

Fuck, he wants the hurt to go away.

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