#she has such cinnamon roll energy lol
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DOMINIQUE THORNE: Teen Vogue Interview (2023)
#dominique thorne#dominiquethorneedit#dthorneedit#actressedit#wocedit#marvelcastedit#dailymarvelqueens#blackactressesdaily#femaledaily#femalestunning#dailymarvelwoc#usernarco#usergal#edit**#&*#long post**#she has such cinnamon roll energy lol
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Notes and doodles I accumulated while working on the iterator refs ^^
Alt text for the last one under the cut because it was too long for the description box
Five Pebbles
He/him
-Supreme maker of mistakes. Flew too close to the sun (lol)
-Doesn't know what a mental health is
-Dislikes the cold
-Is building a miniature of an iterator can in his room
Looks to the Moon
She/her
-Good at finding good in the world. Kind in a world that is unkind.
-Likes explaining things when she has the energy to do so
-Too used to enduring and enduring.
-Will walk directly into the ocean to say hi to the sea animals
Seven Red Suns
They/them
-Not-so-secretly sentimental
-Can phrase their words really really well or very very badly
-Likes engaging with others; handles isolation poorly
-Paints on their walls
No Significant Harassment
Any pronouns; usually he/they
-Knows the value of a good laugh
-Gets a little silly (literally, philosophically, legally, you know how it is...)
-Understands that life is unfair. Will take his lot, for better or worse.
-Wants to do a backflip so very much
Chasing/Grey Wind
They/them
-Their life is one big depression nap
-Powerful speaker, but more of a listener. Lurks in group chats
-Calm and levelheaded, but so very tired
-Plays songs for their friends
Unparalleled Innocence
Any pronouns; usually they/she
-Looks like a cinnamon roll. Can tear you to shreds
-Fiercely independent, but also quite loyal. Will fight for their friends
-Hates feeling trapped in any way
-Really wants to kick their own can
#rain world#do i want to tag them all AGAIN#i guess so#five pebbles#looks to the moon#no significant harassment#seven red suns#seven red runs is in my suggested??? did i typo it at some point?#chasing wind#grey wind#unparalleled innocence#flickerdoodles#art#rw spoilers#dp spoilers#cdss
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Contains: Petty Argument, Overreacting reader, Overprotective Shuri, Bratty reader, Angry Shuri/reader, Reader testing the fuck out of Shuri’s patience, apologetic reader. Smut (18+), Sub Shuri 🫦, (I was inspired lol) Reader has PTSD from her past abusive relationship.
A/N: This is in the “Shame” universe. I just felt like writting. So this is a side quest as I write PTV. I hope y’all enjoy! Also this shit is not edited. Read at your own risk lmao.
“Mholo ngalentsasa, umfazi wam.” Your wife’s voice was soft, slightly raspy with sleep this morning. You sensed an aggitated apprehensiveness in her tone, even in your groggy state. Her back was to you as she sat in the lounge area of the bedroom, eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch while watching the news. Your vision was still blurry, eyes sensitive to the amount of sun shining into the room, as you stare at the back Shuri’s head from the bed.
“Good Morning baby, are you eating cereal? I was going to cook breakfast for us.” You stretch, becoming more aware of your surroundings, and most importantly of your body, you recognize the pounding headache at your temples and the aching in your bones.
“It is just after noon, 12:02 to be exact, and you sweet girl, are sick.” Your eyes bulge at her revelation of the time.
“Afternoon!” You shot up fast, and was immediately hit with an overwhelming dizzyness that forced you to lay back against the headboard. You were in denial about the final part of her statement, even though your body ached from head to toe, you had the sweats, and your head was pounding. But, you were on tour and had no intention of canceling tonight’s show.
She glanced at you over her shoulder. “Take it slow, my love. You tossed and turned all night, running a fever. I had Griot check your vitals and your fever got dangerously high. I was up all night making sure you were alright. You’ve been sweating a lot so you need to hydrate.” Hesitance laced her tone as she stared ahead at the television. Your face was plastered all over the news. Fans already lined up outside of the arena waiting to see you perform. “I think that it would be best if you cancelled tonight’s show, no?” Shuri knew that her advice would not be well received, and braced herself.
“Uh no! Shuri you should’ve woke me up. I’m not canceling my show! Now I’m gonna be rushing.” You try standing only for your body to reject it. Landing right back onto the bed. Shuri’s chin dropped to her chest, pinching her nose trying not to allow her frustration to over power her rationale.
“Sthandwa, it’s been weeks. You’re over due a break. I told you this was going to happen and that you need to slow down.” Shuri spoke with her usual calm demeanor. Trying to keep you from going into a panic.
“I have!” Your voice went up an octave as you lied to no one except for yourself. Shuri threw her arm over the back of the couch, finally turning to look at you fully “No. You have not.” She rebutted. You roll your eyes sitting on the side of the bed. You notice the lounge wear you wore to bed had been changed. You were sure that was courtesy of your thoughtful wife.
“Uuuuugghhh Shuri. Please. I don’t have the energy for this.”
“Right. That is exactly my point. How do you plan to do a show in your condition ubusi?” Shuri cocked her head to the side as she waited for an answer that would make sense.
“I’ll take something for the pain and fever, go back to sleep for a couple of hours, and I’ll be ok when I wake up.” Shuri placed her half eaten bowl onto the table, getting up to walk over to the bed. She got on one knee in front of you. Grabbing one of your hands and lifting your chin with her other.
“No you won’t. Baby, your body is exhausted, it can only take so much more. I’ve been medicating you all night. It keeps coming back. You need rest. You have to know when to take a break, or this lifestyle is going to break you.” You groan in defiance.
“I understand you mean well Shuri but I have an obligation to my fans. If I cancel tonight it’s going to complicate everything. We’ll have to refund everyone. Pay a fine to the venue…and damnit I just want to perform! It’s Madison Square Garden for Bast sake!” You whined. You leaned forward catching your head in your hands in frustration. Shuri rubbed your arm comfortingly.
“Don’t stress yourself. I understand. I know you love what you do. You put a lot of hard work into it, and I admire that. But, Thando you’re taking your body through a lot of physical strain. Training with the Dora, learning your duties as consort, and actively on tour. It’s physically impossible for any human.”
“You have more on your plate than I do. And you’re doing just fine!” Shuri, being true to the patient woman that you married, continued being calm during your temper tantrum.
“Bambo’lawami, while I am human, I have a bit of an advantage here. I should hardly be the determining factor for your work ethic. You need to let something go.” If Shuri only knew where her statement would take this, she would immediately swallow those words. Your head jerks back as you look down at Shuri, chuckling though very unamused.
“OOOOh, ok… I’m getting it now. Is the career I built getting in the way of my duties for Wakanda?” You raised a brow as Shuri mimicked your prior movement, her head jerking back in confusion.
“What? That has nothing to do with what I said.”
“No. But, it has everything to do with what you implied.” You say, your words laced with spite.
The creases in her forhead increased with each word that came from your mouth.
“Sthand-“
“Don’t fucking SthANdwa me. I already know what you’re gonna say. ‘You are being unreasonable Entle, I only want what’s best for you.’ When we both know that this your way of introducing the idea of me giving up my career, so that I can play the submissive Queens consort? Walk to the right and two steps behind you!?” Shuri sat back on her haunches, completely taken aback. She snickered.
“Are you for real? I-“ Your hand comes up, placing it directly into your wife’s face. She bit into the corner of her bottom lip. A sneer appearing on her upper, as her nostrils flared.
“I don’t want to hear shit you have to say. I’m doing this and every other show I have scheduled for MY tour. I’m not giving up who I am and what I’VE built to play small and be your little wife.” You go to mush Shuri’s face but her hand quickly grasped your wrist placing your hand gently back onto the bed.
“Whoa. You’re loosing it Nkosazana. Dont put your hand in my face. Don’t ever disrespect me like that.” Her pointer finger came up, centered between your eyes.
“And what are you gonna do?” You say swatting her hand away. She removed her hand before you could make contact. You place your hand back into her face and she swats it. The two of you go through this back in forth for a moment until frustration takes over and you catch Shuri off guard pushing her away from you making her land on her butt.
“Y/n what the fuck are you doing!?” Shuri’s voice became high pitched as confusion took over her. She remained seated on the floor.
“My intent is not to start an arguement with you. You’re stressed and not feeling well. Apparently, you have some other unrelated issue with me, that we should discuss at a better time. Because, no way you’re taking my concern for your health as some sort of power play.” The statement came out as a question.
“Yup.” You say crossing your arms and rolling your neck.
“Y/n.”
“Yuuup.” You say more aggressive. Shuri squinted her eyes a smirk turning up one of her cheeks.
“Yea?”
“Yup” You repeat.
“Childish.” You shrug staring at her waiting impatiently for whatever it was she had to say. Quietly, her eyes scan over your body. Had it been any other time, or had you felt better the look on her face would’ve folded you like origami. However, now you had an unwarranted point to prove. Just because Shuri was a sexy, domineering goddess didn’t mean you were going to drop everything for her. You built your image without her and planned to maintain it. You were a Queen in your own right before marrying Shuri, this was your shit!
“It seems as though we’re past not arguing.” You cock your head to the side with all the attitude you can muster, as Shuri stands to her feet, clenching her jaw.
“Llisten, Your health at the moment is what matters to me. That is all this is about.”
“Puh’ lease, you been on this shit. Does my success make you insecure Shuri?” You continued pushing your invalid point. Shuri closed her eyes.
“Bast, I’m trying to keep my composure.”
“And if you loose it?” You raise a brow continuing to challenge Shuri. She stepped forward Jaw clenched.
“You want to act like a child, y/n? Fine, I’ll treat you like one. If you so much as think about going to that show tonight, I’m going to hunt you down and drag your little ass back into this house and chain you to the bed. Do you understand me?”
Your mouth dropped, a sudden burst of energy hit you as you lept to your feet standing on the bed in an attempt to over power Shuri.
“Who the fuck you think you talking to?!!” Shuri snorted turning to walk away.
“The only person confused in here is you. I guess the 103 degree fever you were running was boiling your brain cells. I’ll be happy to remind you who YOU are speaking with. We maybe consorts but I rule over you. Calm yourself.” She punctuated her sentence jabbing her finger in your direction. “You’ve gotten beside yourself. I’ll shut the fucking city down before I let you leave this house thinking it’s ok to distrespect me the way you are. The only point I’m making is that you’re running that beautiful body of yours into the ground. And it’s going to give way mama.” At this point you were relentless.
“Ha! Oh that’s cute kitten.” Shuri shook her head chewing on the insides of her cheeks. Confused at how you even got to this point. She’d made her way back to the sitting area plopping down onto the couch. You followed. “Be serious, your intimidated because I’m not one of these thirsty bitches that need you. I’m good on my own and I could have just as much without you and your trying to ta-“ Shuri shot back to her feet. Making her way to you in a few long strides.
“I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR LITT-.” Shuri tried stopping herself before playing into this foolish argument, but it was too late. You had shook her calm front, and cut her off.
“There it is!! There the fuck it is! Show yourself!”
“EVERYDAY! Y/n EVERY FUCKING DAY I go out of my way making sure you’re happy and ok. And you think I would wait until you were ill to push some dumb ass agenda I’ve been hiding onto you.” You stare at her unyielding in your point. Shuri stepped back chuckling, She threw her hands up in surrender.
“You know what. Fuck it. Do as you please! Fuck me for giving a shit about my wife. Go risk your LIFE to dress in a strip of fabric and clap your ass in front of an a arena full of strangers. I’m done!” You smirk.
“Proved my point.”
“Discussion over.”
“I bet it is.”
“OVER!” Your eyes connected with Shuri’s. Though you may not have been very connected with your own limits. You knew Shuri’s. So you chose to heed her warning. You stomped around the room collecting your things while Shuri sat slumped on the couch attending to business on her Kimoyo beads.
“I’m going to wait for the car at Bruno’s and I’ll stay with my sister after my show.”
“Do what you gotta do.” Her voice had gone down an octave, raspy and tired. Your aching body wanted so bad to go over, fall into her lap, and let her nurse you back to health. But, the stubbornness in you, the part that was afraid to rely fully on Shuri or anyone because of your checkered past relationships, pressed on.
“Eat a dick.” You say calmly before snatching open the door, and slamming it as hard as you could behind you.
“Tuh.” And a snicker was Shuri’s only reaction. Her nonchalance only a weak bandage for the wound you’d just caused her.
Shuri was in a bad mood. It was apparent in her stifling demeanor as she swaggered backstage. Her lack of sleep, the heated argument between the two of you, and pure worry for her wife drove her to an astute level of unapproachable. Her shades hid her frustrated eyes, but her demeanor was not to be misunderstood.
She’d tried getting some rest, tried staying away and letting you do your thing. But, even when she was pissed at you her love and protective instincts for you would always over power any anger. So, after stubbornly tossing and turning on the couch, and stomping through the house mumbling angrily to herself, after her failed attempt at sleeping. She decided to take a shower, and then she found herself getting dressed, grabbing keys, and heading in the direction of Madison Square Garden in the Royal Talon.
You were halfway through your set, as she walked over to the wings. Your tour Manager Wayne stood watching intently, until he felt the presence of the Queen approaching. Shuri saw his shoulders visibly tense as she walked up beside him.
“Why do you look nervous Wayne? Is there a reason you would need to be cautious around me?” She never made eye contact. Just leaned her shoulder onto a pillar, crossing her legs at the ankle, staring out onto the stage.
“N-no I-“ She cut him off, not having the patience to beat around the bush.
“Tell me, have you seen my wife today?”
“Uh, Well yes.” Shuri’s jaw tensed as she nodded, somehow the shades covering her eyes made this moment even more frightening for the man. The lights from the stage casting a red glow over her.
“Really? Because if you had. You would know that she is in no condition to be on that stage tonight.” Her head turned slightly to the right of her where Wayne stood shifting on his feet.
“She said she’d be good by show time. E-everyone was already here I-I couldn’t cancel. I was just doing as she sa-“
“Isn’t apart of your job to make sure that my wife is in good health. Does it not matter if the artist is well? Or are you just worried about your check? Because, I can get you your check, and it’ll be the last. Was this one show worth your job Wayne?” Shuri raised a brow, and a sarcastic smile spread across Shuri’s face.
“I’m so-“ The shivering teary eyed man began.
“Shuri!” Dani marched up standing in between the two of them. Interrupting the tense moment.
“Wayne, go gather yourself. I hear the Queen is on a little power trip because she can’t control my sister. She’ll get over it.” Shuri scoffed as Wayne rushed off.
“I heard you were here terrorizing the staff because y/n went through with her show. Lay off it Shuri! This is a sold out show at Madison Square Garden! You’re not about to mess this night up for her.”
“Me! Mess it up! Dani have you even seen your sister up close for the past couple of weeks!? She’s fucking exhausted. She’s pushing herself entirely too hard.”
“So, she has to give up her career?!”
“WHO THE FUCK IS SAYING THAT! Demethi! You two are definietly related. She JUST NEEDS A BREEAAAAAK! From EVERYTHING! GAHDAMN!”
“I think she knows her limitations. She’s putting on a flawless show. You can’t control-“
“I don’t -…. You know what Dani, It’s best if nobody says shit to me tonight. I’m here to ensure my wife’s safety. Keep the rest.” Dani rolled her eyes.
“Whatever.” She said as her and Shuri stood silently watching the show.
She watched your body move, as you sang effortlessly. The truth was, Shuri loved watching you in your element. The joy in your face, the sound of your voice. How you lost yourself becoming an entirely different being on stage. She loved even more the private shows she got after a show was over, the both of you all riled up. You, from trying to turn your wife on while onstage. Her, from you succeeding. Yea. After show sex was Shuris favorite. A smirk found it’s way to Shuri’s lips as she thought about your escapades. She didn’t want to argue. She just wanted you to be ok, and she couldn’t rest until she felt that you were. Taking something that you loved and excelled at would have never crossed Shuri’s mind, and it hurt her that you believed it would.
The show was coming to an end, and per usual it had been effortless. You did your final song. thanking your fans as the band continued to play you off stage. Shuri felt silly. Maybe she had overreacted. But, was she wrong? All she’d wanted was for you to be safe and healthy. You couldn’t be too mad at her for that. Could you?
The crowd roared as you did your signature strut off of the stage. The walk Shuri loved so much. Her eyes trailed over your body, starting at your feet, up to those thick thighs, your non existent waist, your beautiful bouncing breast, and then that gorge-. That’s when Shuri saw it, your face was pale, washed out. There was fear in your eyes as you approached the wings as fast possible. Shuri’s face dropped as you got out of view of the crowd. She stepped forward.
“Y/n, babe.” Your eyes met her shaded ones, and you made it to your wife just in time to wrap your arms around her neck and faint.
“Sis! Y/n!” Dani yelled, running to Shuri’s side. Jumping into action Shuri swooped the rest of your limp body up into her arms.
“Move!” She yelled as she made her way through the crowded back stage. Chaos, ensued as everyone realized what was happening. Shuri tried making it to the Talon fighter, everything she needed to nurse you conscious was there, but suddenly she felt you stiffening in her arms. She stopped in her tracks looking down at you.
“EVERYBODY GIVE HER SOME SPACE SHES SEIZING! Someone get me something to cushion her head!” She barked orders as people ran around trying to find ways to help, or just stood staring. She gently placed you on your side as your sister took off her jacket placing it under your head, as your body began jerking.
“It’s ok baby I’m here. I’m going to make sure you’re ok.” Medics rushed in with a gurney, directing everyone not to hover. Shuri lie on the floor above your head. Whispering words of encouragement.
“I got you baby. Hang in there. It’ll be over soon.” Once you stopped seizing, They moved into action. Hurrying to get you onto the gurney before you went into another seizure.
“Take her to the roof. I’m taking her home. We have whatever medical assistance she needs.” Shuri ordered as her and your sister ran beside the gurney. The Dora and your team followed close behind.
Once safely on the aircraft Shuri had you placed you in a bed. Her first goal to hydrate you. She’d noticed weeks ago that in your attempt to juggle everything you weren’t eating enough, or staying hydrated. Your body had been running on fumes. Not getting nearly enough of anything it needed. Food, water, or sleep. Not to mention all of the sweating you did in your sleep last night. She’d spoken on it several times, and she continuously went ignored. Now your body had finally caved. She worked on you silently. Cutting off the restricting clothes. Giving you fluids through an IV and placing a cooling pad over your body. A tear fell from her eye and she quickly wiped it away. She’d never forgive herself for not being more insistent on you canceling if something happened to you.
“Griot. Does she show any signs of injury?”
“Assessing damage Panther.” She waited patiently as Griot scanned your body. “Ikumkani wam shows no signs of injury.”
“Thank Bast.” Shuri breathed a sigh of relief.
You began to stir and Shuri stood to her feet walking over to your side. She held your hand as you opened your eyes.
“Hey there, pretty girl.” She says leaning in, gently caressing the side of your face.
“W-what happened?”
“You fainted, and had a seizure.” Your eyes widened before you averted your eyes.
“I’m not here for I told you so baby. I’m just happy you’re ok.”
A soft knock at the door interrupted the moment.
“Did I hear her talking?” Your sister walked in with Wayne trailing behind. “Girl thank God you’re up. You scared the shit out of me!” Your sister came over kissing your forehead.
“Yes we’re all happy to see you up. You gave us all quite a scare.” Wayne said. Your team stood outside of the door not wanting to overwhelm you. Shuri spoke up.
“I’m glad you all are here. I think this is a perfect time for me to voice how I don’t appreciate the complete disregard for my wife’s health. If it was my say all of you would be fired.”
“Shuri.” You say about to chastise her when she threw a look over her shoulder that let you know now was not the time.
“I’m being as nice as I have the patience to be right now….It’s been a long day. You all will postpone the tour for two weeks.” You gasp.
“Shuri that’s excessive! I alrea-” Shuri turned all the way around looking down at you from her seated position.
“I’m sorry sthandwa..Did that sound like a request? I should’ve went with my first mind and shut it down last night. However, this is your thing. So I deemed it necessary to run it by you first. But, since you don’t seem to know your limits I’ll be taking things into my own hands until you prove to me you can. And it’s not up for discussion.” She spoke firm staring directly into your eyes, and there was no room for argument. She directed her attention back to your team.
“Call the venues, get a price point on the fines and the date changes. Let me know. I’ll take care of it. Staff will also be compensated. Just get it done. All business is to go through me and me only for the next two weeks. Got it.” Everyone acknowledged her with a firm yes and she dismissed everyone to allow you to rest. With the exception of Dani, who decided to stay with the two of you to help out.
Shuri pulled up a document on her Kimoyo beads and began typing.
“What are you doing?” You ask
“Requesting that M’Baku take my place for the next two weeks. So I don’t overwhelm myself.”
She side eyed you and you looked away. She turned around to you grabbing your chin, turning your head back toward her.
“Ubusi, when I met you…It’s like….like I grew another limb. You became apart of me. Apart of my body, and If you’re not ok neither am I. I need you to take care of my body baby. There is no strength without rest.” You bite into your lip. Your wife always had a beautiful way with words.
“I understand. I’m sorry about earlier I-“
“Let’s not talk about that now. You need to get some rest. I’m not dismissing it. Just saving it for another time. Ok?” You nod and she softly kissed your lips.
For the next week you watched your wife take care of your business. You noticed how much attention to detail she had to have been paying to the way you ran things, before you got sick. She didn’t miss a beat. She made sure you ate, hydrated, and rested. Took meetings with venues and made sure your staff was paid, suggesting that they rest as well. You also noticed, that with all the care and love she was giving you, she was still a bit stand off-ish.
“Baby what’s wrong?” You’d find yourself asking constantly. She’d always rebut with, “Nothing my love, just a lot on my plate.” However, you knew better.
Her kisses were light and didn’t linger, she’d bring your meals, but, wouldn’t snuggle up, and eat them with you. And when you two went to bed she’d kiss your forehead and turn over away from you. You hated it!
The two of you still hadn’t talked about the argument. The more you thought about it, the more guilty you felt for overreacting. You’d gone entirely too far. You knew that you had really hurt her with some of your harsh opinions about how she felt about you and your career. Regret was as simple as you could put it, as you watched her handle the the career you built with all the love, just as you would. You had been wrong, and hurtful. And It was your turn to apologize.
Shuri pulled into the driveway. Taking a deep breath as she turned off the car. To be honest, home had been hard for her lately. She struggled with when to bring up the fact that you had hurt her. How did this part of your relationship go? Was she even allowed to be hurt? The two of you had never made it to this point. Shuri had always been the one ruining everything, and apologizing profusely. But, she’d fixed it. She was putting her best foot forward in this marriage. Being the best wife she knew how to be. She thought you’d known that. What was she doing wrong where you didn’t see?
She had been sitting in the car for 15 minutes. Meetings with your team, updates with the council, and checking in on her lab filled her day and she was ready to get some rest. Finally she decided to get out. Her energy was heavy as she walked to the front door placing her key in the lock. Stepping inside of her home she was immediately met with red and gold rose petals. Large glass vases filled with long stem roses, and candles led a path to a table beautifully set for two. You sat on the table, legs crossed in your sheer black floor length dress, breast on display with an edible arrangement settled on your lap, with the words sorry carved out in pineapple. A huge teddy bear that read “I love you” sat in the corner and balloons with apologies written all over them, littered every corner of the room. But over top of your head were huge balloons that individually spelled. IM SORRY. In case she wasn’t getting the message.
Shuri was stuck, speechless at the door. The last time you’d done something this beautiful for her was when you proposed. The thought brought tears to her eyes, as she took it all in.
“I know grand gestures and elaborate apologies are usually your thing. But, I thought I’d take a jab at it this time.” Shuri chuckled as a tear fell down her cheek. You looked at your beautiful wife. Today she was apparently feeling her femininity. A jean dress that hugged her silhouette so perfectly graced her beautiful body. Her braids were adorned with golden string, and her makeup was perfection. You couldn’t help but think that you were a lucky women.
“You look beautiful, Sweet Lady.” She look down slightly and you could tell she was trying to hide her blush. It brought a smile to your face.
“I promise I didn’t over exert myself. Dani helped with dinner, and I had a few other hands with helping me get all of this set up, before I kicked everyone out.” You stood from the table placing the edible arrangement onto it. You reach out your hand to her. “Come here.” Shuri made her way to you, heels clicking against the marble floors. When she was close enough you grabbed her hands.
“Baby I’m sorry. For a lot of things. But, first of all for putting my hands on you. I was delirious. I am fully aware we don’t operate that way. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, and that I made things more difficult than they had to be. And most importantly, I’m sorry for the things I said. I know I have a habit of putting my guard back up in certain areas of my life out of protection for myself. I recognize I don’t have to do that with you. I recognize how ungrateful and entitle I’ve been. Overlooking your effort. I do see you. And I’m very appreciative of the work you put in for us.” Shuri sniffles looking down at her feet. You lift her chin slightly so that her eyes can meet your own again. She bit into her lip, her low eyes connecting with yours.
“I can see that I hurt you, and I hate it. I wish I could take everything I said back because I didn’t mean it in the slightest. Those weren’t words meant for you, and who you’ve shown yourself to be to me. I let the past infiltrate what we have now, and for that I truly apologize Shuri. So, if you give me the chance, I can be better at showing you how much I appreciate you. I know you know I love you. I’ll forever be in love with you. I don’t want to mess us up either. Your love is wonderful, and I don’t want to loose you.”
Shuri had tears streaming down both of her cheeks now. You use the pad of your thumb to wipe away the tears. Finally, the two of you step into eachothers arms. “I love you sthandwa, I’m giving this all I got.” She finally says. The softness in her tone almost broke you.
“I know baby. And you’re perfect.” you say wrapping your arms around her neck as she buries her face into yours. She picks her head up, placing her forhead to yours staring into your eyes.
“I miss you.” She says. You nod. Knowing exactly what she means.
“I miss you too. Can I kiss you?” You ask. She nods.
You close the distance and give your wife a long lingering kiss for the first time in days. Your lips slide against eachothers longingly. Passionately. This woman would forever be your heart. Your everything.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper against her lips.
“I forgive you, baby.” She responds.
“I need to touch you Shuri. Can I touch you please mama?” Another request came from you against her lips. She moaned her reply into your mouth. One of your arms slipped from around her neck. Gliding down her clothed chest to her abs, to the hem of her form fitting dress. You hike up her dress, your fingers brushing against her silk lined clit, her body shivered against your touch as she stepped further into you. Her mouth gapped open at the sensation, as you rubbed up and down against her.
“It feels like you need me to touch you. But, you won’t tell me what you need beautiful.” Shuri’s knees buckled a bit as she backed you against the table.
“Uh uh, calm down panther. I want to take care of you. Tell me you need me.” She panted against your mouth as you stroke her bud. “Uhn. I-I need y-you please baby.” You smirk against her lips. “Good girl.”
Shuri moaned, as the two of you switch positions Shuri now pressed into the table.
Your kissing became more intense. Pressing her up against the table, she lifts your dress as you firmly plant your thigh between her muscular legs. Shuri whimpers quietly, grabbing the back of your head and kissing you voraciously. Your bodies heave together, squirming, and writhing. Your thighs intertwined as you hungrily rub her vulva over her panties.
She pulls you as close to her as possible, her nails unconsciously digging into your back. You pull away from her mouth, and begin kissing her neck. Sighing as she tugs on your hair.
“I need you Shuri.” You say as you find the zipper at the back of her dress. Slowly unzipping her dress, pulling it down her shoulders. “I need you in my life. To be loved by you. To touch you. To taste you. I love you so much.”
Your hand finds her breast under a sheer, silky bra. You feel her nipple poking through the soft fabric, and take it between your two fingers, massaging it slowly.
“Fuck y/n.” She whispers, her hips continued to rotate on your thigh, her head thrown back eyes closed in concentration.
Wanting to feel her skin, you unhook her bra and let it fall off of her shoulders. Taking her small perky breast in your hand, you caress it softly, tracing circles around her nipple. Giving each one equal attention.
“You’re so perfect. Beautiful and perfect. All of you.”
You take a nipple into your mouth and suck lightly, encircling, and kissing each one. Shuri begans frantically moaning trying to rub her self against you harder. You lightly run your fingers up and down her bare back.
“Tell me what you need pretty girl.” You whisper in her ear. “Tell me what I gotta do?” Shuri whimpers.
“Bast, I love it when you talk to me like that.”
“Mmm Daddy Panther wants to be my pretty girl tonight?” Shuri grabs the front of your dress. As her hips continue to grind against you.
“Ewe! Let me be your good girl.” Your core throbs at the pretty sound of her voice.
She sits eye level with you. You stare intently into her eyes taking her lower lip into your mouth, sucking as your hands slide gently down her sides, onto her thighs, and inside her panties.
She lets out sweet a little moan and buries her head in your neck. She breathes heavily on your skin as you gently rub her mound, pressing hard against her clit. Your finger slides between her lips to find her slick and wet, her clit rock-hard.
“Ndive kamnandi (make me feel good)” Her body shivered against yours.
“Whatever you want baby girl. Whatever you want.”
You continue, rubbing on her clit, with calculated strokes soft, slow, up, down.
“Please baby I need more. Uhn I want to cum for you sthandwa.”
She grips the back of your neck tighter as she lets out a breathy shudder. You move your fingers in and out of her pussy. You felt her ridges squeezing against your fingers as her hips meet your thrust. Your thumb rubbed delicate circles on her clit as tears began to run down her cheeks.
"Yes baby right there!” She says. You start pressing hard against the upper wall of her pussy. She nearly collapses from this intense sensation. Her thighs shaking beneath you.
“Ooohh fuck me y/n. You make me feel so fucking sexy.” Your mouth was agape as you watched Shuri bounce against your fingers. She looked more erotic than you’d ever seen her before dress bunched at her waist. Sweat begining to glisten over her beautiful breast, and one of her toned legs thrown over your shoulder, her pretty feet still adorned in her heels.
“I could cum just looking at you right now Shuri. I can’t believe you’re mine. Fuuuck.”
Your arm supported her back so she wouldn’t fall as you brought her closer to the edge of the table. She tenses up against you now, squeezing you with both arms. A steady stream of the most beautiful sounds to ever exit Shuri’s mouth flowing into your ears.
“You’re close baby I can feel you. Give it all to me.”
The web of your hand pressed hard against her clit as your fingers pump in and out of her. You grab her clit between your middle and index fingers, pulling the foreskin up and down. A gasp escapes her mouth.
“Ahhhh fuckgiveitgiveittomegiveittome!”
Her words ran together as you continued to work her pussy. Teasing bringing her to the edge and slowing down because you didn’t want this to end. You loved seeing your powerful wife like this. Putty at the tips of your fingers.
By now your fingers are drenched and pruning. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, as she fell back against the table gripping the cloth. She's whispering under her breath for you to fuck her, growing more and more insistent. You were mesmerized. She began to stifle screams and you reach forward pulling a pineapple from the stick. Placing the S in sorry into your wife’s mouth.
“Here baby. That should keep that pretty mouth quiet.”
She bites into the fruit hard. It’s juices running down the sides of her face. “Uuuuuuhhhnnn.” She lets out a long moan muffled by the the fruit. You fuck her harder, as she drools, her back begining to arch off of the table. "I'm gonna come," she says breathlessly, her mouth still full. Her body begans twitching and convulsing uncontrollably.
"It's okay, l've got you baby. Give me that shit." You lean over whispering in her ear and kissing it lightly. A few more strokes to her G-Spot, your thumb circling her clit, and you finally let her release. She lets out a long, tremulous sigh, her eyes rolling back into her head before her whole body goes limp in your arms. She comes hard, her pussy clamping down on your fingers. Her warm cream coating your hand as you take out your dripping wet fingers. You suck her juices from your fingers and lean over her grabbing the bottom of the s of her pineapple with your teeth. Tearing it from her mouth and pecking her lips as she lay catching her breath.
You squat in front of her. Coming face to face with your work. Her panties soaking wet and rolled to the side of her fat pussy her clit jutting out between the lips. Quivering. Calling out to you. You place her heeled foot onto your shoulder and answered the call. Cleaning her up, sucking all the cum from her lower lips. And spitting it back into her clit before taking it into your mouth. Her hips buck upwards as she reached down holding your head in place.
“Too sensitive.” She says. You reach up moving her hand from your head holding it in your hand. “You can do it.” You kiss the tip of her clit and once again engulf it.
“Uuughhh!!” She lets out, as you suck up and down on her engorged clit. “Baby it’s too much.”
“She’s calling me Shuri.”
“Umphhh Fuuuck!” She says as you continue sucking her. You rub your face in it. Getting your face full of her juices. You felt Shuri tensing underneath you. Holding her breath.
“Breathe, baby. Deep breaths.” She tried following your instructions, and you felt the exact moment the pleasure took over body.
Her heels painfully dug into your shoulders, egging you on.
“Damnit! Y/n!” She yelled, as she let out huffs of breath. Breathing through the intense pleasure.
“Tell me you like it baby.” Your fingers reentered her sweet pussy as you ate her like your final meal.
“FUUUUUCCCCK! I love it. You drive t-this pussy crazy! Uuhhhnnn Bast! Get up! I gotta pee! I-I’m gonna e-explode!” You dive in fucking her harder sucking her faster. “Y/n, MOOVVVEE!” Her body writhed violently on top of the table anything that had been on top of it now long gone.
“EH!” A high pitched scream left her mouth as her body almost levitated into a seated position. Her eyes and mouth wide. She grabbed the back of your neck pressing you up into her pussy, as her hips began to thrust hard against your face. You felt a gush of liquid hit the back of your throat. Unattatching yourself from her you began to cough, only to go back in and suck some more of her. Letting Shuri cover your face in her essence. She slid from the table. Both of you falling to the floor. She landed on all fours. Pussy still hovering over top of your face. You lift up kissing it.
“Stop! Stop, stop.” She said shivering. She lowered her body between your legs laying on top of your chest, and you let out a hiss. She looked up seeing small holes left by her heels on your shoulders.
“Did I do that!? I’m so sorry babe.” You laugh.
“Trust me baby, I enjoyed it.” She leaned forward kissing, licking and sucking your sex injuries as you carressed the small of her back moaning from the feel of her mouth on you.
A wrapped gift caught the corner of your eye amidst all of the broken dishes and fruit on the floor. “Oh. I almost forgot!” Shuri hummed as she continued to tend to your wounds. You reach over grabbing the box. Tapping her back, signaling her to get up. She looks down at the box as she sits all the way up straddling your waist.
“What’s this?”
“Open it. You’ll see.” You giggle as she rolls her eyes. She removes the ribbon and wrapping paper. Opening the box to two diamond Catier bracelets.
“Apology diamonds” you say. “ They’re engraved.”She picked them up looking inside.
One read ‘For better’ the other read ‘For worse’.
Shuri looked looked into your eyes tears brimming. You smile.
“Forever baby.”
#Spotify#shuri x reader#shuri fanfiction#shuri udaku#shuri angst#shuri fic#shuri x you#shuri imagine#shuri smut#shuri black panther#princess shuri
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Dick Grayson? Maybe Cass as well
Ooh, double whammy
Dick Grayson
Sexuality Headcanon- Bi and cis.
OTP- BirdFlash or DickKori, I can't decide.
BROTP- him and his Uncle Clark. Co-Founders of the Bruce Wayne Support Group.
NOTP- DickBabs, I like them better as friends
first headcanon that pops into my head- He quits the police force and becomes a gymnastics teacher full time. He's great at it and will show off old tapings of the Flying Graysons to his students. Until they start asking if he's 70 because of how old the tapes look and they have no concept of time yet.
favourite line from this character- I think this works best as just the picture of the panel
7. One way in which I relate to this character- we're both eldest children.
8. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character- how much he's sexualized. I like it when he knows he's got some junk in the trunk and can work it, but lets not reduce him down to his ass please.
9. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?- cinnamon roll.
Cassandra Cain
Sexuality Headcanon- Cis Lesbian
OTP- Stephcass. I would be lying if I said it wasn't just a little bit because I think it would be funny for Steph to hold it against Bruce that she's dated both his son and daughter.
BROTP- I feel like her and Duke need more time together. I think they would take absolutely nothing seriously. They would wordless come up with a bit and commit to it with straight faces.
NOTP- Idk, her x batfam because it's an easy out lol
First Headcanon that pops into my head- Cass craves so much physical contact, but she has to initiate it. If you startle her with a touch (very hard to do, but it has happened) she'll be a little shaken.
favourite line from this character- she doesn't talk much, but this is her most iconic panel ever
7. One way in which I relate to this character- I relate that sometimes she doesn't want to talk or be apart of the conversation, just wants to observe sometimes. It takes a fair amount of mental energy to have a conversation with someone.
8. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character- when she speaks in broken english like a baby. Or really ackward one word sentences. Like if someone asks if she's okay after a bomb or something and she responds with "Alright." instead of "I'm alright".
9. cinnamon roll or problematic fave- cinnamon roll, but I want her to have more mistakes and stop being so perfect yk?
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Sometimes
(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)
Summary: Sometimes, the only remedy for a bad day is Eddie Munson.
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader
Warnings: Language, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, dom!Eddie, brat taming, slight breeding kink, some aftercare, fluff, oral sex, and MORE!
A/N: Hi! I know I owe y’all Virgin!Eddie, among other things, but since I’ve been having a tough time at work (and I know y’all can relate), I thought this is more fitting? It’s just a domestically soft Eddie and comfort filth, lol. I posted the teaser for it last night! Hope y’all enjoy? Much ❤️
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Eddie can see it within your eyes that you are attempting to conceal your negative energies. The thing is, he doesn’t want that. It’s a pact of honesty that you two share, even before you became a couple. Be honest. No more, no less.
Okay, maybe more. Sometimes…
But today you’re not abiding by said pact. No, on this Autumn afternoon in Hawkins, Indiana, you are storming into Eddie’s trailer after your shift ends, and immediately making a beeline for the chilled wine his Uncle Wayne (you adore that man) keeps in stock for you. Eddie approaches with caution, not really out of fear, but respect for your boundaries as a whole individual. He knows when his antics aren’t needed.
Sometimes…
You’re just finishing up brimming your chipped mug full when Eddie enters the cove of the small kitchen. He’s a sinful sight for your sore eyes. Black slacks hang off his hips, chain wallet tucked safely into his back pocket, opposite that bandana peeking out of the other side, a charcoal flannel undone three, maybe four buttons, rolled up at the sleeves, helping to accessorize his tattoos and that chain link bracelet, his signature rings adorning his fingers, and something new. It shines against that slight tuft of chest hair, nestled between his collar bones, drawing attention to your leftover hickies from last night. Frowning, your cup being settled behind you is an echo as you make your way into Eddie’s airspace, immediately invaded by hair gel, cigarettes, cinnamon from his earlier edible baking activities, and that musky cologne scent he has taken to using lately.
You can’t resist, his curiosity causing a glow to shadow his chocolate irises with amusement. He speaks before you. “Yes?”
“What is that?” You’re reaching into his shirt and fondling the jewelry, letting its cool material drape over your fingers.
“Oooh, come home to steal a feel? Am I that cheap to you, sweetheart?”
You stare at him with point blank annoyance, yet a hunger that knows no bounds. Familiar, always like coming home and being held in the softest bed, with the warmest blankets and the fluffiest pillows. Only, Eddie’s chest is your bed, his body heat is your blanket, and those arms usually end up as your pillows. You flick the chain, fingers hovering over his undone top, peering into the fabric and seeking out what he’d never let himself not remember to wear.
“If you’re tryna undress me, just say the word, baby. You know I can put on a good show for you—“
You press a finger to his lips. “Will you shut up, please?”
He growls and nips the skin of your digit, making you raise a brow. “Eddie, where’s your pick? And what is with this?” You shake his new necklace in slight exasperation, emphasizing your need to know.
He catches on, smirking. “Oh, you mean this little ol’ thing?” He adds two of his own fingers next to yours, wiggling the chain off your grasp and jiggling it into his palm.
When you pinch the bridge of your nose, he gives.
“Pawn shop downtown. Remember I was going to see about some newer amps? Just caught my eye, s’ all. Pick is in my room, safe and sound with Sweetheart. She needed the company anyways.” A brief pause. “You sayin’ you don’t like it?”
Your mood is briefly obliterated at his slight anxieties. He’s so cute that your knees feel shaky and weak, butterflies on a slip and slide around your tummy. You hook a finger beneath the silver and tug him forward, nose nudging his own. “Quite the contrary, Munson.”
He hums an appreciative understanding, licking his pearly whites as your noses swipe across the other on the break away. You want to bite him… all over. He’s crashing your horny thoughts, motioning to your forgotten cup. You’re still holding his accessory, eyes wandering to where he’s directing.
“Bad day?” His voice is a comforting rasp, soaked in honey and soothing your every need.
You can only nod, pressing your forehead into your own knuckles, trapping your hand between your face and his chest. You’re mumbling unintelligible snark and becoming anxiety ridden once more. Eddie feels the tension before he sees it, his arms winding around you and beginning to knead at the large knots he finds. It worries him when you still don’t answer. He can’t say he isn’t prone to pushing, because he’s been vocal and without tact when it’s most appropriate.
Sometimes…
“Princess?”
You pull away from the safe confines of his soft tummy, his welcomed arms, and freshly laundered (so he did remember to do the laundry today) flannel, going back to your mug with your back facing your boyfriend. Taking an opening, albeit, brief — Eddie presses his chin over top of your shoulder, his arms sliding around your waist, clasping his fingers together above your navel. The silence of your sips are what you hear for the next few minutes, along with that coo coo clock Wayne had just bought last week at a Yardsale. Eddie, of course, breaks it first. “Honey?”
Leaning forward and out of his hold, you rinse your mug and leave it for a later washing, bypassing Eddie and heading to your shared (you’re here most days) bedroom. He runs a hand through his shaggy curls, following hot on your heel. Your back is facing him when he enters the doorway, fingertips tapping idle beats on the framework. You can feel his doe eyed stare on your back and it only presses the guilt further into your stomach, which is summoning more irritation. Heaving in a deep sigh, you swivel on bare feet, toes curling in the carpet.
“Eddie, what do you want me to tell you? It’s not even that big of a deal, okay?”
“No, Y/N.” Forgoing pet names in favor of your real name, you know you’ve upset him. “Remember what we—“ He motions between the two of you with his hand, before continuing. “agreed on?”
You roll your eyes and that darkness begins to simmer behind his irises. You lick your lips before you can even think twice about the implications the action will cause. He steps forward on worn combat boots, swaying into your space. “So we’re going to act like a fuckin’ brat today, huh?”
“Maybe I will. What are you gonna do about it, Eddie?” It’s a huffing challenge as you attempt to meet his lanky stance, putting emphasis on his name.
“Sweetheart… you’re makin’ it real hard not to bend you over and split your cunt apart on my cock. But you know that, don’t you?” His pupils are dilating, leaving behind specks of maple.
“And if I do?”
Eddie tuts, finger filtering beneath your chin. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re sassing me every time I ask you what’s goin’ on. And while I find your cock thirst endearing, your well being is priority here.”
Inhaling a jagged line of air, you fold onto your mattress. “I know, I know. We agreed to tell each other if shit was wrong.”
Eddie kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his, thumbs rubbing your palms. “Your bullshit day is my bullshit day, baby. Whatever is going on, I want to know about it, yeah?”
“But it’s so stupid, Eds—“
“Hey, look at me, princess.” His tone leaves no room for argument. You do as told and then he’s continuing. “Nothing about you or your life is stupid. If you feel somethin’ then you need to feel it with that whole heart of yours. Then we can worry about shuttin’ off this brain, cause’ she’s always on the run.”
Your eyelids flutter closed as Eddie zones in on you, large hands cupping your cheeks, nose smooshing yours. Your fingers find that silver chain, pulling.
“I had a bad day.” you whisper.
Eddie strokes his thumb pad along your brow bone, lips plush and parched, aching to be kissed, or is that you between your thighs? He nods. “And how can we make it better?”
Teamwork work and togetherness, another mantra Eddie has for you two.
Eddie Munson may play dumb, but he isn’t ignorant. He’s well aware of what you want. What you need. His thumb swipes down your cheek and finds the corner of your mouth, sinking inside. You suck on the digit, tasting nicotine and nutmeg.
You begin a swirling rhythm around his calloused digit, fingers curling underneath the chain and into his chest hair, scratching at his flesh. He’s closing his eyes and taking it in, groaning. You’re one pleased cookie. Humming around him, you release it, hand climbing from his sternum to his neck, pushing up and through his shaggy mane, tugging until his neck is bared and offered to you. He hisses through clenched teeth. “Atta girl, take what you fuckin’ need. Gonna help my pretty love forget all about this shit day.”
You’re like a woman starved, desperation slapping you in your cunt. Eddie is smirking at your impatience to getting his shirt unbuttoned, but he doesn’t help you, privy to your momentary desire to lead. When it’s finally off and pooling onto the floor, you can hardly deal with the debaucherous sight in front of you. That silver chain is thick around his neck, not too much, but enough, showcasing all of his delicious tattoos. You’re panting heavily, eyes blurring with tears of raw want.
Eddie is glad he decided to trade an older amp to afford the new piece, admiring your shameless observation of him, as if he’s your meal and you’re about to descend like a vulture. However, you’re a goddess, a strength for those around you (Eddie included), so vulture isn’t a correct comparison. Your pupils are gone beneath two black oceans, a ravenous gravity sucking you into Eddie. He’s waiting…jugular exposed for your taking. You launch into him full on, chest to chest, and you take.
Your mouth is biting a pattern of plum colored bruises up the hollow of his neck, flicking your tongue across his jugular, sucking his Adam’s apple, enjoying its bobbing beneath your muscle. Your left hand cups his necks’ nape, the other remaining fisted in his chain. He’s whimpering appreciatively, swelling in the confines of his sleek slacks. “Oh, fuck. That’s it, sweetheart. Show me who I belong to.”
That really revs your engine, your posture caving in and falling back onto the bed, taking him between your knees as he hovers, his necklace pressing into your mouth in a brief dangle. He giggles, poking your nose, lacing his hands through yours and pinning them above you, burrowing that plump set of lips under your jawline.
“Eds… Yeah, Eddie. Fuck, baby boy.” Your pleas go straight to his dick, which he takes your hand and slithers it down to cup over his bulge, rutting against the friction. He chokes out that little moan he does, it vibrating off your throat.
“You want me, m’lady? Want me to pry open these perfect thighs and fuck you nice and slow, fuck you good and stupid for me?”
You whine, arching with a sting to your spine at the steep angle. Eddie grips your chin, rings jutting into the skin. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”
“You know I need you, Eds. Want…” And you stop yourself, heart rate slowing, body feeling as if you’ve tumbled down a cliff and are free falling. It’s pretty clear the exact craving you’ve just realized you’re having to have. But you’re unsure about Eddie’s reaction, or if he’ll be upset. After all, you’ve never been risky in that way.
Eddie sees the change immediately and picks himself up, bringing you along. “Honey, what’s wrong? And please, please don’t say ‘nothing’. Don’t bullshit me, babe, cause’ I know you better than the back of my own hand, and that sucker has seen some shit in his time.”
“It’s nothing bad.” you start. “At least, I don’t think so…”
He frowns. “Is it… y’ know, hanky panky related?” He says the words in a teasing depth, making you lose yourself in a giggle. It helps tremendously. You incline your head in a manner that tells him, yes, it is indeed.
“Then lay it on me. Literally. I’m all yours, babe.” He entwines his fingers with yours, bringing them to his mouth to press chaste kisses to.
There’s a roaring that’s pummeling your adrenaline, heart beat thumping in your ears, a cold chill brushing your flesh. You let yourself swallow once for good measure, tongue licking your lips, and then you release it into the open air.
“Eddie, I want you to cum inside of me. No condom this time, just you.” You look at him beneath your lashes, vision hazy, heart rate stalled, caught between the sheets with baited breath as you await his answer.
Eddie’s surprise is evident on his face. A thoughtful pause, a lip purse, and then his tongue is poking out in concentration. And as if it’s not anymore possible than it’s already been shown — his pupils expand, leaving murky caverns in their wake. He inhales sharply, beginning to lean in to cage you like fresh prey, his tone raspy and compliant. “It’s pretty dangerous letting a guy like me fuck you without protection, don’t you think? I mean… what if I put a little one in here?” He touches your tummy over the t-shirt you’re wearing.
“Then she or he will have the prettiest eyes and the curliest hair. But we don’t have to worry about that right now. I’m on the pill too, remember? We’re just… taking away one layer?” Is your automatic response, trembling into his hold, burning up at the thought of his child growing inside you, making something that’s yours and his alone. You think about it. Eddie thinks about it.
Sometimes…
Eddie, still trapped in motion due to his surprise at your proposition, is having a hard time not pouncing on you and pounding you into the mattress on the spot. He slides between your split knees, thumbs brushing along each corner of your mouth. You don’t have to say anything more to convince him, his unbearable hardness is proof enough. Your hands fumble behind you to slip underneath your top and fling it off, it landing somewhere in the room. Eddie attacks your exposed shoulder, snapping his fingers beneath your bra strap and tugging it down until it slips off.
You hold him to your bosom by the back of his neck, helping yourself to pulling on his hair, enjoying the tresses weaving in between your fingers. His new chain traces along your skin as it dangles, drags, a cool stimulant. You let him work on your jawline and neck with that god given mouth full of perfection and promise, working your spare hand down and into your pants, going straight inside your soaked underwear. It’s a sweet sigh that tumbles from your mouth when you make contact with your clit, swirling a bit of slick around the bud and mewling. Eddie’s smacking noises cease, his eyes drifting to your naughty show.
He’s marveling. “Fuck. Yeah, that’s right, sweetheart. Play with your little pussy for me.”
“So fucking wet for you it’s disgusting, baby boy.” You coo, yanking at his stray curl.
He drops his nose to yours, sharing trickles of hot air onto your mouth from his. “Add a finger inside of yourself.”
He peers to watch your hand shift and that overly embarrassing first squelch inside is loud. Eddie takes your mouth roughly, rolling his hips into your trapped hand, thrusting for a form of relief, whatever that may be.
“Don’t have to be jealous of your pretty little fingers when they get to fuck that cunt, cause’ now I’ll know how it feels with —“ He nips your neck. “nothing but skin.”
“Where you belong…” You trail off into a simpering whimper.
“Just think about how you’re gonna feel every single inch of me, Y/N.” It’s a quiet beat and Eddie is flipping you with that hidden strength he possesses, tugging your legs off the bed. Hand still in your panties, on your stomach, you don’t stop touching yourself for him, lifting your hips so he can take off your pants and panties, as you greedily thrust that finger in and out of your cunt.
“You’re not sharing.” You are well aware he is staring, but you’re far too gone, especially within this vivid position.
“Eat me, Munson.” You pant, adding a second finger, trying to get yourself ready to take him.
“Why? You want me to, brat?”
Your eyes widen and you don’t have time to answer, Eddie’s hands hoisting your knees into a propped position, backhanding your ass cheek, the flesh taking the brunt of his rings. He buries his face into your dripping cunt, biting your fingers as they slip from you, mumbling about how you bugged him to do the laundry and now you’re both gonna destroy the clean sheets. You only respond by reaching back and pulling his face into you, no longer shy about taking what you want, what’s yours. Eddie is slurping sloppily, smothering himself in your juices, encouraging you to ride his face like it’s your last day on earth. With your hand on the mattress, the other threading through his long locks, you rock your hips until it burns to stay upright, that tightening knocking on your abdomen far quicker than you’re prepared for.
You begin to shake, thighs closing around his head, messing the blankets up from your burrowing ride. “M’ gonna cum on your mouth, Eds. Please, please.
His answer is to add in two of his fingers, sucking your clit in between those plump lips. Your vision swims with shapes as you hold yourself, rubbing your cunt over that slight stubble, riding his fingers, his rings catching on your labia only adding to your climax. Eddie’s downright moaning into your pussy when you cum, releasing your grip on his mane and falling forward in the beginning stages of exhaustion. You roll back over onto your back, clad in just your bra, knees wide open, a smile decorating your wet mouth. Eddie is bursting at his very seams, pride and love for you, pure adoration.
He climbs over top of you, slotting himself between your thighs, hand cradling your jaw and fingers splaying over your ear, his mouth and chin covered in your arousal. He grins and you stifle a giggle, kissing him, palming his rock hard cock over the slacks. “Poor baby, do you need somethin’?”
Eddie licks his teeth, pins your hands above your head. “Mouthy little witch. My own personal enchantress, the way you tease me so.”
“I can tell it’s… hard to take.” You wiggle a suggestive brow.
Eddie releases your hands, then lifts you enough to unsnap your bra, choosing that as his comeback to your continuous sass. You’re completely nude under him, nipples reacting to the temperate change and stimulating drag of his chest across yours, chest hair tickling you. You take the opportunity to work on his pants, getting them down with his boxers, his cock getting caught on the fabric. You give it a gentle tug and it’s slapping against his stomach, smearing pre-cum in his happy trail. You can’t stop yourself from what’s to come, imagining how warm it’ll feel, how his cum will soak your walls, furthering his claim.
You slide his cock through your folds, slapping it into the wetness, pushing the soft head against your clit and closing your legs. You can’t speak, it’s all so much right now. Luckily, Eddie takes care of that for you both.
“S’ a real good girl. Letting me cum in your pussy like this.” He’s watching your movements, stomping his legs in kicks and getting his remaining clothing off, holding himself up on his palms, working his cock back and forth in your swollen folds. It’s a sticky, dripping mess.
Normally, this is the point Eddie would reach for a condom, but instead, he looks towards the drawer. “Still okay if I take you without one, sweetheart?”
You nod. “Wanna see you, though.”
Eddie reluctantly pries himself away, hobbling rather comically into a cross-legged position, holding himself at the patch of dark curls. “Come and take your seat, baby.”
That pitter patter latches onto your insides, yanking them into your ass. You feel your cunt drizzling your slick as you make your way towards Eddie and climb onto his lap, locking your ankles around his waist, shifting just so. He taps his fingertips against the swell of your breast. “Don’t hold your breath, baby. Don’t close your eyes, either. I want you to look at me when I put my dick inside of you.”
“O-okay. Hurry, I need you, baby boy.”
You spread your labia apart as Eddie complies, tapping the head around your opening, pushing it past the muscle and into the soft, slippery heat of your cunt. It hurts, badly. This deep angle, the defined stretch you get off on. And there’s no barrier to get in the way. It’s all Eddie, it’s all you.
His eyes are wide and his jaw is slack. His abdomen tenses, muscles flexing. He pulsates inside you the second his balls rest against your ass. Your quivering breaths are broken and speech is beyond your capabilities. Eddie snatches your hands that have unknowingly clenched into the bedsheets beside you, squeezing, forehead dropping atop yours.
His lips pucker for an easy kiss, nuzzling your nose. “Holy Christ, baby. I can’t believe how fuckin’ warm and wet it is in here.”
You don’t mean to, but you clamp down on him, causing him to rock his hips and a hiss leaves your mouth. “Shit, shit. We just gotta stay still for a few, yeah? Don’t wanna hurt you, princess. And m’ in pretty deep this time.”
You whine in agreement, eyes trailing down to the chain that rests between your breasts that stay squished into Eddie’s tattooed chest. You don’t dare look away, both of you wanting to partake in the intensity of this intimacy. Eddie holds you, peppering kisses here and there on your face and neck until the burn dulls into that aching sting. He cups your jaw, stroking his fingers along your jugular. “Ready to be fucked raw?”
His double ended meaning has you snorting, purposely bearing down on him and rolling your hips. A combined gasp is heard. It’s the fullest you’ve felt, and the most safe. Eddie is thick and hot inside you, nestled heavily in the sopping wet confines of your walls. It’s overwhelming and he knows it too. Placing one hand on your lower back, the other keeping yours held, he tilts his head as if to ask permission. “Yeah?”
“Fuck this bad day right outta your brat, Eds. Cum in her greedy little pussy. Show her who owns it.” You finger the chain with your spare hand, nails scratching at Eddie’s knuckles, circling the ring shapes that adorn his fingers.
“You and that nasty mouth, princess. Remind me to fuck it later, hmm?”
Difficult to establish in this new position you’ve rarely tried, it takes a few minutes to gain a rhythm that is driving Eddie as deep as he can go, his cock nailing that spongey spot inside of your cunt. It takes everything in you to hold on and to not push him on his back and have your way with him like your own personal rodeo. His chest is perspired and flushed, his freckles more prominent, his pupils reflective through the haze of his lust, and his curls tangle to his forehead. He’s giving slowly, languid thrusts that wreck you from head to toe, and you are beckoned into his every push on your waist, guiding you through.
Your toes are curling, a cold tingle snapping at your thighs, blood rushing, heart rate churning. Eddie lets go of your connected hands to accompany the feeling of your oncoming orgasm, as he recognizes the familiar signs, and feels you getting tighter around him, drowning his dick in your cream. His strokes your clit with expertise, mouth hovering over yours, just so. “Know you’re gonna cum, princess. You’re so fucking wet that I don’t think I can last much longer for you.”
You knot your grip into his hair, tugging it to the side and licking a crude stripe up his neck, finding the shell of his ear. “Then lay me down and… what were your words again? Fuck me stupid?”
Eddie makes a rogue noise, falling back onto the bed and shoving you beneath him, nudging your legs apart roughly, holding his soaked dick and pressing it back into you. His slick covered happy trail drags your clit with every upstroke and it’s totaling you, your eyes rolling back. Eddie is cursing, powering through it. “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s it, wanna know how it feels like this when you cum. Just like that.”
Your back arches, legs lifting around Eddie’s slender waist, hands clenching into his shoulder blades, and that coil tightens into such a sharp ache that your eyes fill with tears and you cry out his name like a mantra on the day of worship. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!”
Your orgasm pouring over his cock is enough to smack his insides into a frenzy. He reaches for your breasts, palms them, then seeks out your hands. He’s extra needy. That means he’s close, right there.
“I’m… Y/N, baby. Can I, PLEASE?”
“Cum inside me, Eds. Come on, baby boy.” You lick at his mouth, his stuttering hips stalling and his ass flexing beneath your ankles.
You cry out when he tenses up and throbs, a warmth spurting thickly throughout your cunt, mixing in with your orgasm, Eddie letting a drawn out moan work itself from the depths of his diaphragm. Too fucking good to speak anything but a broken syllable of your name. “Y/N…”
He falls into your body, sex tainted skin sticking together, hearts racing wildly. You brush his hair back, kissing the crown of his forehead. He pecks your neck, fitting his face into the curvature of your neck and shoulder. Neither of you say anything, enjoying the sound of the Autumn breeze outside and labored breathing attempting to stabilize. It goes on like that for what feels like hours, but Eddie lifts his head to check in with you.
“Are we feeling any better?”
Sometimes… Eddie Munson is all you need to make a bad day better.
~*~
#kristenwrites#my writing#my work#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female reader#stranger things 4 fic#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things smut#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fic#stranger things 4 smut
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Bittersweet
Request: Wednesday Addams x Peter Parker-esque Male Reader. Just a lovably awkward cinnamon roll who’s unexpectedly charmed by Wednesday’s dark and macabre personality. Story wise, he’s trying to confess his feelings with some romantic gesture that’s tailored to her?
A/n: Yea I made it valentines themed… don’t fight me
You were panicking as you were whisking the chocolate you were trying to temper. You scowled at the TV Baking Show, “Double Broiler, my ass.”
You jerked the glass bowl of chocolate off the pot of hot water and walked to the microwave. You threw it in there and pressed the numbers for one minute.
You were trying to make chocolates for Wednesday. You and her were friends, you’d say. You had grown to enjoy being around her.
She did too, or so she must’ve since she always sat beside you in classes. She didn’t talk all that much but that was great for your uneasy heart.
You took another glance at your phone before deciding that you could definitely do it without their help.
Valentines was coming up and that’s why you decided this would be a the perfect time. If she said no, at least you could eat the chocolate. But you really hoped she said yes.
You didn’t know exactly why but there was something about her bluntness, something in the way she treated people she was close to; a sort of reserved care for them. You and her often spent time playing chess and you loved to listen to her cello music.
Honestly if she didn’t say yes to being your girlfriend, you hoped she’d still be your friend. She made you happy and when you realized you like her, you weren’t that surprised.
“The microwave is beeping.”
You nearly jumped out of your skin when a voice jerked you from your thought. You wheeled around saw her.
Wednesday.
She must’ve been walking past the kitchen and heard it.
“Oh!” you walked to the beeping machine and opened it and burned your finger on the hot ceramic bowl.
“What has got you in a fit? Is it a disease?” She said, lol at the counter tops.
You stared at her observing dark eyes. You hoped she hadn’t caught on.
“Ah no, I am the peak of health.”
“You drink energy drinks for breakfast.”
You rolled your eyes as you grabbed a small towel to grab the bowl from the microwave, “Yea yea, anyway, what’s up?” You asked, carrying the bowl to the counter top, next to the molds for the chocolate.
“I was just wondering where you were.” She walked to the bowl and looked at the molds, “And what you are doing?”
You sighed, “I am making you chocolate.”
Wednesday look at you, eyebrow raised. “Why?”
You breathed in sharply, now or never. “Because tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.”
“Why are you celebrating a holiday built on capitalistic ideals and feeds on tempo displays of love?” She asked, looking at the bowl.
“Well… because I like you.”
She kept her eyes on the bowl. The silence was deafening.
“But if you don’t feel the same way, I totally get it and I could ju-“
She dipped her finger in the chocolate and brought it up to taste it. She then looked at you.
“This is milk chocolate so it should be paired with caramel.” She then looked to see another bowl of unmelted Chocolate, “Dark chocolate pairs well with sea salt.”
You smiled, she looked you dead in the eyes, “I don’t want them in a red box. But I like you too.”
#wednsday addams#wednesday imagine#netflix wednesday#wednesday x reader#wednesday x you#Love confession#confession#confectionery#chocoholic#chocolate#The way to Wednesdays heart is either a power saw or chocolate#Cute#wednesday x male reader#male reader imagine#x reader
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okay so I‘M FINALLY READING SWORD CATCHER AND I HAVE THOUGHTS
I‘m only about halfway through but I need to rant
- it‘s incredible how well cassie manages to lend a unique voice to each of her characters every single time. she just doesn’t miss does she?
- lin caster is the awesomest girl. i just love her because she reminds me of other cc girls in the way that she is kind of a very typical heroine on the surface but you can actually feel her emotions and she’s very believable & flawed & human and you just can’t help rooting for her + i love her friendship with mariam
- everyone is bisexual & it’s completely normalised i love it here
- lin & conor??? apparently they are the flagship which I know because I took a peek at the tag after they had two scenes together because the ENERGY OMG
- ahh yes, conor 😌 another pretty man with issues who’s in a lot of trouble and likes to cover it up with sarcasm, pompous behaviour, fancy clothes & vanity- you just can’t help but love it
- but also he‘s the biggest prick and i want him to have some sense beat into him by everyone around him
- like he qualifies for a huge growth arc but it could also go downhill and turn into sth ugly
- anyone had a weird sense of déjà vu about him and lin after that one little excerpt about adessa and suleman? like, she’s an ashkar with probably immense magical potential let’s be real i see where this is going and he‘s a prince (future king) with marivent blood 🤔🤔🤔
- conor‘s frat boy posse make my blood boil- especially with the way they talked about antonetta in that one scene 🤢🤮
- falconet is the nicest one by far but he‘s sus as hell i know he’s up to sth 🤨 but i rly wanna like him 😭
- the ragpicker king is just a cool dude who dresses emo and has people murdered on the regular i guess i love him. he’s hot. - kaz energy but also very different at the same time. can‘t wait to see more of him. and there’s def more to him.
- also no, andreyen, i don‘t understand either what people mean about ji-an having an off putting manner i‘m pretty convinced she‘s never done anything wrong in her entire life 💗except for the murder what murder
- kel can only be described as a calmly unhinged cinnamon roll. he reminds me a little of james (especially with his „mask“) but if you orphaned him & janked up the loyalty & sluttiness by a hundred
- like fr he is so confused just running around threatening and/or kissing people wtf 😭✋🏼 he just has chemistry with everyone he interacts with lol
- kel & conor remind me of matthew & james but if there was a big power imbalance and a everything is a little more fucked up 🙃
- generally the way power & power dynamics are portrayed and handled is very interesting i like it
- antonetta has my entire heart ❤️
- I need more of her but as an individual not just through kel‘s pov, so far i’m not very big on whatever is being hinted at with her and kel
- I adore merren just like everyone else, he‘s kind of giving a weird mix of christopher/matthew/wylan and I‘m here for it. plus: autism coded character yeass
- also nice to see some jewish rep. (i did not know cassie was jewish before lol) the ashkar are really interesting (& as far as their treatment by the rest of the world goes at times infuriating😤) to read about and add a lot of depth to the world building.
- i love how we see the complexities of their culture portrayed through lin who on the one hand is deeply ingrained in it and holds/has received a lot of love & care for/from her own people while also having been wronged & ostracised by them and how both can be true simultaneously
- as someone who‘s very familiar with multiple romance languages the languages in this book are incredibly entertaining to me
- SO MANY SECRETS & political intrigue hehehe rubbing my little hands together can’t wait for all this to escalate (because it most certainly will) 😈
bottom line
I’m really glad i finally started reading this.
it took me a while to get into it & I’m still holding out on a final judgement since it seems very slow but i’m a patient reader and i appreciate a good setup.
also I want a creepy black crocodile pool in my house now.
#sword catcher#review#kind of#halfway through review#cassandra clare#lin caster#conor aurelian#kel saren#antonetta alleyne#merren asper#the ragpicker king
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Have a lot of asks and takes so just gonna dump them all here:-
opinion on chase and dexter.
you know i really want carlotta to meet the faculty and coach brunt and gray.
carlotta is gonna get such a biased version of gray that it cackles me up.
I can just imagine carmen telling her about gray and her response is "so you inherited my taste in bad boys".
you know, i understand why people think that if el topo killed someone he'll feel really guilty nut like he's the one to remind crackle that no witnesses should be left behind he's a cinnamon roll who can kill you.
rn i'm giggling at the idea of someone catching carmen and grey making out.
Commander is adorable.
1)i like them! Chase i maintain has the best line about the trufffles in his brain in s2. vivid imagery. poetic. and he gets such a solid and clear arc so congrats dude!! i really also like in s1 where he doesn't really buy that mimebomb is important but does have a tactic to keep tabs on him . tenacious, resiliant, and really intelligent sometimes. a lot of fun to watch and occasionally hear the out of pocket things he can say, he starts out abrasive but seeing him soften up and do what he can do best is fun and rewarding
dexter we don't get much but he was literally so!!! for getting only barely caught on cameras dating carms mom (which he refused to stop doing heck yeah <3) and doing his best to long con his way OUT of VILE for all of their sakes. and as a VILE agent? he was so smooth like steal those jewels, fly away, get paid for minimal teaching...ajsdnfasdkfn cool. RIPERONIS you were pretty cool
i really hope that carmen gets told by her mom that she has her dads eyes it was such an awwww moment when she said it. :( + just ugh can you imagine the conversations if she gets even more hints of similar things between them...ughhhhh carmen would really hold that dear...
2) hmmmmmmm like i really am into maybe her mom wanting to occasionally help carmen and that could happen VIA that (faculty and brunt) as for GRAY...
3) asdkjfnaslkfdjasd ok carmen gives literally all of gray's good points in such heart eyes and happy voice that the context of how carmen knows this just like makes her go "WAIT WAT" but lmao the idea of them falling for bad boys who are actually so soft and will do whatever it takes and actually turn over a new leaf <3 [i do think she might be a little harsher in her opinion on gray at first because thats her baby >:( waddyumeanyou! but like
:(it was everything...it was literally everything he held dear for carmen to exist and ugghhhhhhhhh i can't with them.
and like a changed person who her daughter has so much love for and obviously loved her enough to do that?? plus her mom runs an orphanage like i want to see him try to wiggle his way in the middle of respectful and being called out for old habits he can't shake yet and not being used to her brand of warmth. or her just asking him to keep watch the kids so she and carmen can have a day together mijo :((((((
and him being decent at corralling all those kids...not great he almost lost a couple but decent (he is good at charming distractions but gets snippy at the troublemakers if any...he's the only troublemaker allowed there<3) + always my evidences that he was the one who split up carmen and sheenas fights, the boys looked at him when they needed help at the tunnel, lmao he actually did have a decent distraction of codenames at the ready, and he's a head patter with a chill laid back disposition he projects...he can distract them with candyland for an hour...i think he can catch their attention like lmao he has such de facto group leader energy even if its not what he primarily does/the role he always wants...can he hold it tho...
or even a seriousish conversation after with gray realizing that was her trusting him lol + just long way round is still the way around conversation
5)...is that a thing? i mean el topo initially felt really bad about carmen because they were friends and might* have felt bad for shadowsan because he was his teacher but le chevre just tells him to focus on the bad parts of his class to get over it. old man in the desert who he has no attachment to? crackle remember to kill him + next time le chevre/ el topo both get over any lingering attachments and el topo even captures carmen with a smile and an ho-la. cinnamon roll who can kill.
6)I NEED THAT SO BAD ! NEED THEM TO BE INSEPARABLE AND INSUFFERABLE AND GET CAUGHT BEING ABSOLUTELY INTO EACH OTHER AND ABSOLUTELY SO HAPPY. askjdfnaskfjna and absolutely with only half an idea of what to do when caught
7) COMMANDER ...is cute <3
#asks#red crackle thoughts#lone wolf dis lone wolf dat wolves are pack animals dex ma dude#carlotta is gonna be just like me going awww look at how in love she is...wait pardon rewind that what#oh ok he actually is capable of being so sweet and loving carry on#XD aaaaaaa like they need to always be together it means everything#we love the death of destructive self service for true love and redemption#but also wtf is esteemed faculty and authority wtf who did this#i only put him at decent because idk what he's gonna do if theres troublemakers like him or carm in that building ...#braver teachers than him have tried#ALSO THE EL TOPO THING IS WHY I FIND GRAY AND HIS FRIENDSHIP ...intriguing? because of the way el topo looks to le chevre that time withcar#calls himself a pawn and chills the moment its all good and has such a sweet manner about him that apparently people forgot he too#knows the rules#asdkjfasdkfn im sorry the way le chevre is like >:( don't pun it up gray we won't get taken seriously#red crackle
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PART. 1
handy list of hermit lore™ in the WATCHFUL EYES AU. in alphabetical order for your convenience
+ BDUBS: a self-proclaimed time king. he can’t actually control time itself...for the moment. becomes a phantom-like beast under the full moon, which is why he’s always so eager to sleep.
+ BEEF: cryptid-by-association, courtesy of being friends with etho.
+ CLEO: an unded witch with a penchant for necromancy. she can reanimate and control the dead with the help of their grimoire.
+ CUB: relatively chill scientist who sold his soul to the vexes for immortality. ( oops lol )
+ DOC: scientist of the batshit insane variety. did some shady experiments back in the day. a sentient creeper with cybernetic enhancements - some from the aforementioned shady experiments, others are the result of his own hubris. looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll.
+ ETHO: technically just a guy, except he’s ancient. etho’s been there since the dawn of the universe, he’s done and seen it all and now just wants to chill with his hermit buddies. his left eye has been replaced by a redstone prosthetic after a contraption exploded in his face. almighty keeper of snacks.
+ FALSE: beastmaster and renowed champion of a gladiator-style tournament on her homeworld. joined hermitcraft after retyring from the games. false can turn into all kinds of animals for a short periods of time. has a pet eagle named “cookie”.
+ GEM: young fawn who was raised by forest animals in a serene birch meadow and learned how to speak their language. beside her ability to control plants, gem has extensive knowledge of herbology. gains energy from nature and sunlight.
#hermitcraft#hermitcraft au#bdoubleo100#vintage beef#zombiecleo#cubfan135#docm77#ethoslab#falsesymmetry#geminitay#au: watchful eyes#star rambles#( take some of these with a grain of salt *looks at beef* )#( this is hella rambly but it's 3am leave me alone )
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THE ELSIE BLOG MASTERPOST I GUESS
Hi, I’m Elsie, here’s all the hecking blogs I own, in vaguely chronological order of when they were properly introduced.
@the-moth-from-elsewhere - that’s me lol, my main
@myownquieterworld - I write stuff sometimes, sometimes I’m sad, ig, I haven’t used this in a while. Maybe I should start archiving all my writing in here, Eh?
@cookies-and-also-sandwiches - A character blog for Easton West and Northa South, two cinnamon rolls who run Compass Manor and are absolutely head over heels for each other.
@the-quiet-light - Dusk, Easton and Northa’s art project turned goddess. Goddess of winter, contentment, and Agape. The very stars in the sky.
@alpenglow-the-candle - just a lil candle girlie with a lotta abandonment issues.
@kitsune-the-magical-girl - Formerly Tea Anon, Kitsune hails from the odd world of Madoka Magica, and is here to fulfill her wish to save everyone with the power of medium awareness!
@kyubey-the-incubator - Kyubey. From Madoka Magica. He sucks, don’t listen to him.
@lanterns-and-candy - Ciana and Apollo, a loving married couple from Candleton. They’re candy-makers, and care for Ciana’s sweetheart of a younger sister, Lucy.
@chip-the-birb - A very excitable little cardinal-themed Avis who only wants to help everyone. Has a massive crush on Alpenglow. Clara’s son.
@the-conductor-paladin - Arthur, a chivalric young man who runs a set of train stations. He gets stressed easily. He smote a spider nest off of the face of the earth once.
@assassin-anon - A strange young woman who can turn into animals, usually a black cat. Despite her mysterious and odd nature, she only wishes to help. Member of the Court of Lull, Mercutio’s girlfriend.
@she-has-many-names - Chance, the redeemed Nightmare.
@bliss-clan - my clangen blog! Very cool, much kitties, even more much shipping.
@quest-anon - A very shy anon who likes to give out achievements. He’s a prep, but in an endearing way. Cannot take any affection of any kind without being flustered.
@kawaii-advice-anon - Tip anon, aka Quest’s fiancée. She’s cutesy, she’s goth, and she’s got the energy of a thousand suns. Named for her propensity to give people tips and advice.
@lady-of-the-digital-lake - Guinevere, or just Verie, a loving young woman who takes care of an orphanage. Inherits basically no character traits from her legendary namesake. A literal white mage, both her skin and hair are blank white, and her eyes are reddish-pink. Member of the court of Lull, Arthur’s Fiancée.
@mercutio-the-broken - your local maladaptive daydreaming bard, member of the court of lull.
@plush-candles - Fynn, a sweethearted but incredibly lonely child living in the orphanage.
@the-rain-of-mercy - Aokigahara, a child’s imaginary turned sweethearted rain AI. Be careful, he’s basically the embodiment of depressive themes.
@plague-doctor-anon - self explanatory
@of-sea-and-light - Yelena, a dragon girl with terrible luck when it comes to love, and formerly a lock over her heart. Works in the orphanage. Silhouette’s gf.
@the-path-of-guidance - guidance anon! Absolute terror. We love her.
@lemonade-sugar yes I am lemonade mod. A mysterious figure whose traits you’ll have to figure out yourself! Only communicates through letters…for now.
And that’s all the ones you get to know about!
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Infoduuummmmpp part 3!! ( I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry ik u didn't sign up for all this but three is the perfect number )
Now I'm literally just gonna talk about my blorbos
Izuku Midoryia
Protagonist of Boku no hero academia
Bisexual lil shit ( non canon )
LITERALLY super autistic ( also nc)
Has adhd ( guess what ? NC)
Anyways he's the ultimate cinnamon roll, the cutest little thingie and I love him. He's got the worst case of hero syndrome I have EVER seem, my man doesn't take a break from saving and helping people ever. He's very sad was bullied, very friendly and I literally have a 10 point slide on him because I just love him That Much ( I actually made it for a tumblr showdown he ended up losing. I don't regret it thou )
Nico di angelo
THE SADDEST CHARACTER TO EVER EXIST
Goth lol
Sarcasm 10/10
G a y
In love with the sun
My kinnie
Hero syndrome lmao
Bad self steam + ptsd
Alex fierro
Gender fluid
A bitch
I love Alex they're such an asshole
Raíssa
Protagonist of Conectadas ( connected )
My baby girl
Literally my kin and I wish to adopt her
Lesbiannnn
In love with a girl she met on the internet (ayla!!!)
Huge nerd
Literally my daughter
Yadriel
Protagonist of Cemetery boys
Trans lil shit
100% slytherin energy
Gay as fuck
Latino
I would make friends with him but I would also slap him in the face so he stops being A Lil Shit
I love him
Tbh 90% of the characters in boku no hero
I love them
All my blorbos
Especially Mina ashido, todoroki shoto, shinsou, Toga, Hawks , dabi and tsuyu
Anyways I could literally go on forever, but I have bothered u enough ( sorry again, baby cakes)
The way I bent in laughter was not okay—
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additional scattered thoughts on The Abduction of Margaret Houlihan and Dear Sigmund:
- Lots of gay jokes in Abduction, most kinda generic and uninteresting imo, but Klinger has some great moments. Very fast-paced episode all around, especially dialogue-wise. Everyone has so much energy.
- Margaret has messy doctor writing lol
- Margaret’s civilian boxers was a fantastic bit, but also shoutout to Margaret buying Klinger’s earrings so he could stay in the poker game lol. Some great Margaret + Klinger exchanges between this and Abduction.
- I do love the ‘anger turned sideways’ description of Hawkeye. Not aimed outward, not aimed inward, but just spilling out in and exorcised through humour.
- Which is especially fitting in this episode where Hawkeye somehow resists punching this bomber as he waxes poetic about how great it is to clock in, bomb people for half an hour, and clock out lmao. He treats him with so much calm compassion while disillusioning him, idk how he does it.
- Larry Linville still the comedy mvp, he’s especially so fucking funny in Abduction, funnier than Flagg even honestly.
- Also love his little freakout about his wife getting a life outside of him. Proto-BJ issues lol. I’d say good for Louise, but she’s volunteering for the republican party so yk.
- Actually speaking of Louise, as much as fandom loves to characterize off-screen wives as whatever the current lingo for cinnamon rolls is, and Louise specifically as someone stuck with Frank who deserves better, lbr here, she’s probably just as shitty as him lol. Frank’s the one who married for money, and Louise could easily divorce him, and probably will at some point, but she liked him for a while. Also imagine Frank marrying a female version of himself, and both of them growing to hate each other because they’re both self-loathing. Comedy gold.
- And with the pranks we got the first glimpse of BJ being more interesting than a cardboard box, hooray! The pranks themselves are pretty basic, but Sidney’s mystified description of BJ, and the framing of the pranks as a release valve for a buried volcano, is great and very fitting given where it leads.
- Solid couple of episodes overall.
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2022 Game of the Year Countdown
3. Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Intelligent Systems
Nintendo Switch, 2019
It seems fairly obvious to me that Three Houses took a lot of cues from Trails of Cold Steel, and it all came together fairly well. A historic military school filled with both nobles and commoners, the best and brightest of the continent’s youth all put together to build a better future. Exploring the monastery reminded me a lot of exploring Trista or Leeves, and checking up on the many students and faculty was fun. Garreg Mach reminded me a little bit of the university I attended in Spain, or at least the really old sections with old architecture.
The voice acting in Three Houses is one of the best pieces of work I’ve ever heard in gaming. All the actors do a great job across the board, from the dumb little support conversations about fashion or snacks, to the weighty and emotional ones. Rhea is downright scary at times. Edelgard can be vulnerable. Claude sounds like he’s saying every line with a smile. It’s really impressive and makes up for a lot of the other presentation issues.
As for those issues, almost the entire plot and story of the game is delivered in one of the most boring ways possible for a game released in 2019. Having simple character portraits with facial reactions would have been sufficient 20 years ago, and most of these scenes are saved by the phenomenal voice acting, but the game doesn’t really try to do more than just having characters standing around, doing the same four generic hand motions or poses, and talking to each other in front of a stretched PNG background.
I was shocked that this was the primary storytelling method for the vast majority of the game’s plot. The animated cutscenes are fantastic and full of energy, emotion, and detail. And while I understand those are expensive to produce, it was a bit disappointing when each short scene was over and switched back to simple “stand around and talk” parts. Like I said, though, the amazing voice acting saves these from being completely boring.
Additionally, Fire Emblem is one of Nintendo’s biggest franchises. They could definitely splurge for more animated scenes, imho. A few scenes are focused around a map as the various countries and coalitions are described or make their moves, and a few others include brilliantly styled paintings that look like Medieval artwork. Yet, while the Medieval style artwork was cool, it often felt overlooked. It’d be shown with a 10 second narration, and then never seen again. Sometimes, I struggled to even understand what the tie-in was from the image to the narration.
The branching and different storylines are really good, however. It’s cool to see what significant impact joining a different house can make to all the students, and Fodlan in general. Some of the routes can produce massively different resolutions to the story, and it’s interesting to think that they’re all canon since there isn’t one single “perfect” route. I was a bit dissatisfied with that, personally, because I definitely do like a “everyone is happy” ending, but I definitely appreciate the decision to go with very different endings.
I find the character design and variety to be pretty good in this game. We get standard hulking masses that are really gentle giants. We get tiny men with supreme strength. The reclusive hermit. The playboy. Nothing feels out of place or lacking in the characters, to be honest. I didn’t find myself disliking anyone overall, and although some I definitely disliked in specific routes, that feels purposeful in an antagonist sort of way. You’re supposed to dislike them because you’re waging war on them! Overall, my favorite character was probably Petra. I can identify as once being a foreign student, and I like her honesty, integrity, and drive. Plus, she’s a beast lol
Special shoutout to Flayn, as well. Green cinnamon roll. She has this amazing disapproving reaction image
The music in Three Houses is mostly great, but can also miss at times, if I’m honest. Most songs are absolutely great and I could listen to them for hours, but there were a few that I felt were forgettable. I also found the music earlier in the game to be a bit more enjoyable than some of the later tracks, which try to play up the heavier late-game plot a bit more with louder horns and such. It’s theatrical and effective for sure, but it just wasn’t always for me. Some endgame tracks, however, like Seasons of Warfare (or the more somber Edge of Dawn version) are really good and emotional. Winds of Fodlan is another favorite of mine and is one of those songs that can loop for a very long time without getting tired.
The fact that there are four routes to play in the game is a blessing, and you don’t need to buy separate games or DLCs to see them all! I love Fates, but needing to buy two games, plus a DLC third game felt like money farming by Nintendo. They listened to complaints, and put it all into one game. I love this sort of thing and I hope we get to see more of it in the future.
Combat is really fun, although I still miss being able to pair up two units on the same square. You can do a sort of pseudo-pair up in this game, but you’re limited in number and scope. I loved being able to toss a big, slow grunt onto the back of a pegasus and jet off to a far corner of the map to encircle the enemy, and I still find myself missing that option. That said, scaling back a bit on the weapons triangle was helpful to make things a bit more fluid. You have a little more freedom in how and who you battle, which is nice. I’m no expert or min-maxer, so I can’t really comment on harder difficulties, but I found the combat really satisfying.
One of the last things I’ll say is that the story does feel a bit disjointed as a result of the different routes. Lots of hugely important events happen off-screen, as well. I feel like the intent was to play multiple routes and then call upon events that did happen on-screen while playing other routes, but that hurts the first playthrough by keeping some stuff off-screen. Additionally, there are a few storylines that seem to just vanish or stop mattering, despite past importance being placed on them. It’s odd to see some plot lines come to nothing in some routes, while many still have the same seeds sown in the early parts of the game.
Finally, this game has done a lot for me when it comes to accepting tragic characters. It’s something I’ve really struggled to not hate in the past because it always felt so dissatisfying to me. But the various routes and just the sheer amount of time the game encourages you to put in let me see a lot of perspectives and really understand the motivations of some characters and embrace the idea of a tragic character. And this is something that will likely extend beyond Three Houses itself, which is really cool.
Despite some complaints, I love this game and it’s easily my favorite Fire Emblem game. I’ve basically played nothing else from late October until Christmas because I just enjoy trying different units and strategies. There’s a lot of game to be played here!
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I’m new here, why do we call her Babey? It must be different from “baby,” right? Is it because reader has large amounts of uwu energy? lol
Haha, hey! I think I started calling her "babey" as a joke (which is how ALL my major personality traits started, SMH), sorta as a way to differentiate her from any potential future Readers I end up doing, and also because she's the cinnamon roll to Daemon's giant vat of psycho. He is crazy, she is babey. Them's the rules, haha!
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It's me, hurrying to send you Tales of Symphonia! 🤍
Aren't you the sweetest?! Thank you so much!
the first character i ever fell in love with:
Raine, absolutely. I liked several characters before but Raine's just my first and all time love <3
a character that i used to love/like, but now do not:
Probably Kratos. While I still don't hate him, I just don't care about him anymore.
a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:
I was a HUGE Kraine (Kratos/Raine) shipper when I first started, but I've grown to dislike it to a point.
my ultimate favorite character™:
Raine my QUEEN ❤❤❤❤❤
prettiest character:
I think Pronyma has to take this one. I HATE her bodysuit but the rest of her design is just AMAZING and I LOVE it.
my most hated character character I'm most meh about:
I don't hate on characters, but I seriously don't care about Regal much. His story/character never really grabbed me.
my OTP:
Zelaine (Zelos/Raine). I will go down with this nutshell of a ship. I've ranted to everyone who would listen about why I love it so much (their similar backstories resulting in totally different characters, their overall dynamic and my headcanon that Raine would be the only one who would be able to tame him long-term, the potential for so many dynamics), but I spare you the manifest lol. I've shipped this for 15 years and I'll continue to do so.
my NOTP:
As long as the story is convincing, I'm okay with pretty much every ship. I'm mostly bored with the 'official' ships (Colloyd, Sheelos, Regal/Raine, Genis/Presea), so you won't see me make content for them aside from probably using them to get to a rarepair.
favorite episode skit:
I think it's either "Nicknames" or "Better to be Deceived" <3 I like them both very much.
saddest death:
While satisfying, I think Magnius is a very sad death. He was religiously following orders and backstabbed by someone he trusted.
favorite season scene:
I LOVE the scene at Altamira where Zelos goes "Uh sorry? Can we talk about RAINE STILL FUCKING MISSING??" because it does show his character development very well (from being a racist PoS to actually caring about people. Also the fact he's the only one bringing her up)
least favorite season scene:
Not actually a scene, but I absolutely hate we don't get a genuine interaction with Mithos/Raine. I've ranted a lot about how it's a HUGE missed opportunity since Raine is quite similar to Martel.
character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate am kinda meh about:
Kratos. I get his appeal to people, but I'm very meh about it.
my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:
Forcystus xD I love this trashbag.
my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:
Prooooobably Kate. She's not really responsible for her situation and I love her very much.
my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:
*cough* Raine/Pronyma *cough*
What can I say? Raine gives me huge bisexual energy.
my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:
Genis/Mithos, given that Genis is a little older.
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Cinnamon roll hours
I barely changed anything while making her AU design lol. Tbh she has the energy of is a cinnamon roll, but could really kick your ass if she wanted to.
#fe sakura#fire emblem fates#fire emblem#fire emblem au#fire emblem fates fanart#fire emblem fanart#fanart#my art#digital art#alternative universe#she's a little cinnamon roll
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