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Slip of the Tongue
A mini series I 18+ I Enemies to lovers
Chapter two
Eddie Munson x neighbor! reader
Reader and Eddie are the same age - she's in College and he's repeating his senior year once again.
Chapter Summary: Eddie invites you back to his room for a one on one demonstration of his skills.
A/N: Sorry for edging y'all last chapter. This one's pure smut start to finish. Enjoy💛
Chapter warnings: Oral sex (f), fingering, squirting
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The stress had taken its toll on you.
Juggling two part time jobs while studying for your college midterms had you running on fumes, unable to unwind no matter what you tried. The little time you had to yourself was usually spent catching up on sleep but that wasn't ever enough to reinvigorate you, not when you had other needs that went unmet in the meantime.
You were desperate for some real stress relief, bordering on delirious. You had to be because how the hell else could you explain ending up in Eddie Munson's bedroom? Lying in his bed, your panties amongst the litter of cassettes and fantasy magazines strewn across his bedroom floor, and said boy's head between your thighs.
"You better not be wasting my time, Munson", you tried your best to sound tough, a near impossible task when his lips are brushing against your inner thigh, so very close to your slit. He had your skirt pushed out of the way to bunch at your waist, large, rough hands wrapped around your thighs which bracket his face.
"So feisty", he cooed back in reply, breath puffing warm against your core.
It's all so painfully surreal, being here like this, but you try your hardest not to think about it too hard for the sake of keeping your sanity intact. About how Eddie's got you laid out and completely exposed, your bare pussy mere inches away from the boy you'd come over to yell at, the same boy who'd caused a fair amount of the tension he's now offering to help relieve with his tongue.
"Don't worry. I'm going to take real good care of you", he breaks you out of your internal spiral, a teasing but lighthearted lilt to his voice as if somehow, he'd sensed your nerves.
And then he says, "You ready?"
It's a simple yes or no question, much easier than the ones you've been pouring over for days in your practice tests but you find this one the hardest to answer. Not because you're unsure of what to say – you had your answer ready and tucked at the back of your throat ever since his fingers climbed up your thighs to tug at the waistband of your panties.
No, it's because you’re certain that when you answer him, everything’s going to change.
"Yeah...go ahead", you manage to wring the words from your throat, fingers clenching his sheets, eyes trained up at the ceiling because watching him somehow feels like too much.
The few seconds that elapse before his mouth descends on you feels like you’re freefalling, a sharp, plunging descent with no way to prepare yourself for the impact of his tongue gently licking at your folds, thighs jerking as he lapped at the slick which had gathered when you watched him play through the window.
"Y' know, for someone who's always in a sour mood you taste pretty fucking sweet", he smirked, knowing it would set you off, thumb momentarily skimming your folds in place of his tongue.
Ordinarily, a comment like that would have earned him a knee to the groin but now, in this maddeningly bizarre situation you've find yourself in the middle of, your body reacts against its usual instincts, hips shifting off the bed to chase his mouth for more.
"Don't stop", you mutter loud enough for him to hear, tone somewhere between commanding and imploring, eyes slipping shut.
You've never felt a warmth like the kind that seeps into your veins like sunlight when Eddie's broad tongue parts your folds, licking his way up to your clit to lightly swirl the pointed tip over your sensitive bud, hands bringing your hips back down to bed to hold them firmly in place.
"Shit, Eddie that's...nice", you sigh out, perhaps the most civil thing you've said to him in weeks.
Everything smelled like him – the sheets, the pillows, even you, you realize as you turned to press your cheek against his mattress, your hair now carrying the same woodsy, smoky scent, inhaling a little deeper to take in that undertone of boyish musk you find yourself strangely drawn to.
His scent.
Another soft swipe of his tongue along your folds has your toes curling but what's makes the fluttering sensation brewing in the pit of your stomach grow stronger is knowing that he's carrying your scent too.
"Oh fuck..."
The way his tongue roams you is slow and lingering, not at all like what you'd watched him do with his guitar but fuck does it feel good, having his fingers press into the meat of your thighs like he’s afraid you might slip through them at any moment, teasing your clit with soft kitten licks, plush lips occasionally trapping the bud to suck lightly before releasing it again.
He's building you up for what's to come, taking his time to find out what makes your breath stutter and your spine curve in an effort to press yourself closer to him, getting you to loosen up and give yourself to him.
Minutes go by like this though you’re not sure how many. Ten? fifteen? maybe longer, of him lazily laving and sucking gently and it's amazing but it’s also only nearly enough, steadily stoking the fire inside you. It’s enough to draw out a soft pants and muffled moans out of you, enough to make all the tension that had wound you so tight begin to unravel but not enough to grant you the release you're seeking.
Chest heaving, you can’t bring yourself to beg, afraid of what you might sound like if you did, a choked whine of Eddie’s name so close to spilling from your lips already. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing it.
Angling your right foot, you’re able to reach down and press your heel into his waist, not forceful, just enough to make him pull away from cunt, lips sheened with your slick and chin brushing the soft curls on your mound when he peeks up from between your legs.
“Need more already huh?”, he beats you to it, knowing and smug.
As much as you wanted to deny it, you already missed having his mouth on you. Lips pressing into a thin line to show your annoyance, you try to grasp at the right words from the jumble of them knocking around inside your head, hoping to pick the ones that might help you seem less needy than you actually feel, not wanting to boost his ego more than you probably already have.
“What you did earlier when you were playing… that was different”, you point out carefully.
“I know, I’m just getting you ready”, he explains matter-of-factly, eyes dropping back down to your cunt, gently spreading your folds apart with his thumbs with rapt attention.
“I am ready”, you try to argue, a little breathless but firm.
Eddie meets your stern gaze again and gives you a skeptical look in return, holding your stare for a few more seconds as if assessing you before he ultimately yields.
"Alright alright. Listen, uh - this might get a little intense so just um… pinch my hand if it gets too much for you and I'll stop, okay?", he winds one arm around your hip, holding out his hand for you to take.
The shift in demeanor has you slightly taken aback. He’d been so cocky for most this, showing shades of something softer at times but this was the most blatant display of that side of him so far – no sass, no crude remarks, no teasing jab. It was a side you’d seen glimpses of back when you were in school with him, that considerate streak he was sometimes partial to like when he’d taken in those freshmen who didn’t seem to fit in anywhere else. You never thought he’d show you the same kindness, no matter how veiled. Part of you even thought you didn’t deserve it after all the squabbling you’d initiated over the years.
Tentatively, you stare at the hand he offers you, his words echoing in your head loud enough to override your temporary and uncharacteristic bout of guilt.
Intense? Too much for you? Fuck, it's so hard to keep from wanting to grind your core against his face when he says things like that.
"You're pretty confident, aren't you?", you say instead, stalling so that you could discreetly wipe your palm against his sheets before you place your hand in his, afraid yours might be sweaty.
"Yeah, I am. And for good reason", he grinned, curling his much longer fingers around yours as you rest your joined hands close to your belly button, hoping he couldn't feel the storm of butterflies flapping their wings wildly inside your stomach.
“Oh, but first–”
Despite your best efforts, you can’t contain the pathetic yelp he rips from you when he pulls you closer by his free hand, picking your legs up abruptly to get them over his shoulders, spreading you even wider and getting you so close that you’re practically locked in place.
"Eddie-shit", you try to scold but it’s no use.
There’s no more soft, gentle licking when he dives in, tongue moving boldly to pulse against your clit with enough pressure to make your whole chest feel like its crackling with pops of electricity. He’d warned you it would be intense and you learned he was a man of his word, thighs twitching and quivering around his cheeks and curtain of curls. You squeeze his hand instantly, not pinching, he notices, a sign that it’s okay to continue as you throw your head back.
Spiraling again, you’re at a complete loss as to how good this feels. It never felt this good with the other boys and it definitely didn’t feel like this even when you touched yourself. How could someone who’s never touched you until today be able to get you like this so quickly and so easily?
Well, the position certainly helped. You’re entirely at his mercy like this, pinned in place from the waist down, suddenly very aware of how strong Eddie really is, not what you’d expected of someone who spent most of his time occupied with fantasy games. He groans, deep and rumbling, the vibration of it travelling through you while you fight to keep your teeth firmly set in your bottom lip, starting to writhe as he alternates between flicking your clit with his tongue and sucking on it, sloppy, wet, filthy sounds echoing plentiful in his bedroom.
It’s a riot inside your head – two thoughts competing and clashing fiercely; one part of you screams for him to slow down, that it’s all so much so fast despite having asked for it and the other roars back a resounding keep going, oh god, keep fucking going, overtaking the first.
But Eddie isn’t privy to any of this – you don’t want to let him know because even with the way he’s making it harder and harder for you to not just cry out for more, you’re much too stubborn to actually do so – knowing full well that if you were to let on just how much you’re enjoying his ministrations, he’d never let you hear the end of it.
Easier said than done.
Your resolve is withering at an alarming rate, not sure how long you can keep true to your vow of silence when he slips his tongue into your opening, pleasure and relief melding into one now that you have somethinginside you, curtailing the ache of being empty for this long. He fucks you with it, driving it in and out, lavishing you from the inside with every stroke and drag of the slippery muscle against your walls.
“Oh Ed– oh fuck”, you blabber, hips bucking up against his face. You clench around it, clit throbbing in the absence of his tongue swiping over it but the way his nose bumps the tender pearl with every sloppy thrust of your hips more than makes up for it.
He lets you rut against his face like that, only pulling back and away minutes later but you’re not left wanting for long.
A sharp gasp is pulled from you when a finger plunges into you, another joining not too long after. You feel stupid for forgetting how well those fingers moved on his guitar when he curls them inside you, long and thick, reaching deeper than your own, filling you better than his tongue did.
“Shit, listen to you”, he tutted, cunt sopping and squelching loud enough for your whole face to flare up. “Got this worked up just for me, huh?”
He wants to hear you beg; you know it. Rather than replying you whine between ragged breaths, containing the rest that threatened to spill out in moans and cries for more. But it’s nowhere near enough to satiate him now. Eddie frowns, face clouding with irritation. He wasn’t going to let you get away with stifling yourself any longer.
“Tell me how good I make you feel”, he says, tone losing its playful lilt and gaining a firm edge instead, eyes darkening.
“I’ve been real generous with you today – even after all your fucking attitude”, he punctuates with a particularly rough thrust of his fingers into your cunt, another gasp tapering into a whimper falling from your lips.
“Not g-gonna say it…” you tremor, so clearly affected by what he’s doing to you.
He laughs but there’s no amusement there, only something foreboding glinting in his eyes. “Can feel you, honey – trying so hard to hold back but you’re soaked and you’re squeezing me so tight”, sinking his fingers in up to the knuckles.
“C’mon, I’m not asking for a lot, am I? just say the words and I’ll let you cum,” he murmured, amber eyes hooded and locked on yours.
“Eddie-”, you start, hating how it came out all pitchy and wavering, hating it even more when you see how much he liked hearing his name leave your lips like that. “You said you would- this isn’t what we agreed- “
“Do it or I’ll stop”, he cuts you off, unsmiling. You can tell he isn’t joking when his pace falters and his fingers still inside you.
The fear of him stopping when you’re already so close rushes in with torrential urgency, no time to feel embarrassed by how quickly or how hard you squeeze his hand when you feel him begin to unweave his fingers from yours to make good on his threat, your steely grip preventing him from slipping away, begging him to stay.
“Please...”, you begin to crumble, breathy and desperate and aching for him to finish what he started.
The smile pulling at his slick lips tells you he’s appeased, pumping his fingers inside you again, slow but deep, stretching you well.
“Go on…” he encourages, speeding up when you let loose an unrestrained moan that comes out all high and pretty for him, helpless to his touch, your building arousal making you grow compliant.
“Fuck -Eddie, I’ve- I’ve never felt this good before”, you relent with a sob.
“Yeah? Poor baby – always working so hard… got no one else to take care of you. Needed it so bad, didn’t you? Couldn’t even control yourself when you saw me today, huh? Climbed in my bed and spread your legs even though you say you can't stand me”, he grins wickedly, tone thick with condescension.
He was right. For years, you were gasoline and him, the match, all of that smoldering friction between the two of you culminating in the most surprising way.
“But now you can’t get enough of me.”, he finished with a sneer.
Something new blossoms beneath your ribs – humiliation.
But instead of trying to shy away from it you find yourself welcoming the way it sprouts up like tendrils, winding around you all slow and creeping, all because you’ve been put in your place, rendered a mewling, gasping, desperate thing by the boy you’ve spent far too much time despising.
“Wanna feel your mouth on me again”, you blurt between pants, a broken, pitiful sound.
“Need you to make me cum – please”
He watches you struggle under the weight of your own desire, willing to debase yourself if it meant he’d grant you your release and it makes him chuckle, satisfied.
“Was that so hard?”, he flashed you one of those impish, shit eating grins before his mouth is on your clit again, fingers driving inside you in tandem. Your free hand shoots out to weave into his hair, clutching it like a lifeline.
The combination sends you careening towards the edge, the feeling starting to become too much when he sucks hard on your bundle of nerves but there’s no way to pull yourself away from him – not that you wanted to. Not really.
Your whole body tenses and ripples when it crests, something white hot barreling its way out of you – too fast and too intense to warn him, cunt fluttering around his moving fingers, thighs squeezing, throat growing hoarse from your cries.
It runs through you in crashing, gushing waves, leaving you shaking and keening, lungs burning for air until breath returns to you slowly, roiling intensity settling down into pulsing aftershocks. They subside when the afterglow comes next and you relish the way it drapes over your quivering body, lips trembling and chanting whispered exclamations of ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god’ up at the ceiling, still reeling from it all. It’s only when the sensation of weightlessness that had cradled you for those moments following your orgasm begins to recede that you spring up, elbows pressing into the mattress to support you, heart shooting up into your throat when you catch sight of Eddie.
And it’s worse than you thought.
His cheeks, mouth, jaw and neck are soaked, as is the collar of his shirt now clinging wetly to the dip between his clavicles. Oh shit it’s in his hair too, noticing a few dampened ends which stick to the fabric near his shoulders.
In the thick fog of your afterglow your mind turns sluggish – too slow to piece together what exactly had happened as your eyes lowered in search of what caused Eddie’s current state. Realization sets in after a few seconds of delay in the form of a swooping, twisting flurry in your belly, worsening when you find the same wetness coating your inner thighs and pooling on his sheets, your ass resting in a little puddle of well, yourself.
You've squirted all over his face and his bed.
"I've never done that before”, you breathe out, both stunned and mortified at what you’ve done. Though your worry lessens somewhat when you dare to look at Eddie again, the look on his drenched face telling you that he’s anything but upset about it.
“I’ve never made anyone do that before”, he utters back, sharing your surprise.
Your hand which somehow had managed to stay clasped in his throughout the whole thing is finally returned to you when you both loosen your hold on each other, awkwardly pulling away enough for you to scoot off the damp spot on his bed and for Eddie to ease up onto his knees, which he realizes a little too late was probably a mistake.
Your eyes dart to it when you hear his sharp inhale, widening at the sight.
There's a new elephant in the room to address now – the massive erection straining against his sweatpants.
Silence shrouds the room, both of you speechless, panting and sweaty. He makes no move to cover himself and you don’t think to set your gaze anywhere else.
You’re not sure why you did what you did next, only that you felt compelled to do so.
Easing up on to your knees, you come face to face with Eddie, skirt falling back down to conceal you. Your fingers move seemingly on their own accord, curling into the waistband of his sweats, fingertips grazing the hot skin that lies underneath and for some reason he lets you, watching you closely albeit a little disbelieving. This wasn’t part of your ‘agreement’. He’d offered to get you off and you had accepted but that was the extent of it, neither of you giving much thought as to what would happen after but here you are, chasing after more.
Inches away from his lips, you can smell yourself on his skin. That tangy, earthy essence he'd lapped at and drunk down so eagerly for the past hour. What made him like it so much? What made him want to do this all in the first place? You wanted to ask him but more than that, fingers tightening on the cotton waistband, daring to dip inside and skim the course trail of hair above his pelvis, you wanted to find out what he tasted like too.
You draw a little closer and so does he, nose brushing his, chin tipping up, eyes slipping shut…
But your lips don’t meet.
Whatever was about to happen is cut short then, the both of you whipping your heads in the direction Eddie’s bedroom door, on the other side of which comes the sound of the front door unlatching and a set of boots stepping through the entryway.
Wayne’s home.
“Fuck”, you exclaim in unison.
Sharing a panicked look with Eddie the two of you begin to scramble quietly off the bed, not wanting to risk alerting Wayne to your presence in their trailer.
You liked Wayne. Despite his gruff exterior he’d always been fair to you and your family but the last thing you wanted was to get caught out in his nephew's room. Like this.
"Shit – I can't believe I'm saying this now but...you have to go", Eddie winced as he whispered to you, looking increasingly more regretful with every word he’s forced to let out in reference to your departure.
"No– It's okay. I get it, I really should leave", you hush back in agreement, looking all kinds of frazzled and just as sympathetic given you bare as much of the responsibility for how things escalated the way they did.
You get your shoes back on as quickly and quietly as you can manage, panic rising when Wayne calls out something from the kitchen about dinner.
“Be right there!”, Eddie yells back, swooping down to pick your panties up off the floor, sheepishly handing them to you and you ball the underwear in your fist, suddenly too embarrassed to let him look at them despite everything that’s transpired.
And with that brief brush of his fingers against yours, a moment hangs over the two of you as you stare at one another, a moment that begs for something more to be said about the situation.
But what could you say?
"Thanks for the head?"
"Sorry about the mess. I hope it doesn't leave a stain?"
Nothing feels right no matter what you try to scrounge up and scrape together from the recesses of your mind so reluctantly, you don’t say anything at all, turning towards the window and letting him help you out through it, a faint sense of something sour washing over you when his fingers slip away from yours.
The walk back to your trailer is a short one but it’s made all the more difficult on unsteady, wobbling legs. Casting your gaze at every neighboring window in search of anyone happening to look outside, you try your best to look as inconspicuous as possible despite your ungainly stride and your disheveled state, scrambling up and through your front door.
Back in your room, slumping against your bedroom door, your thighs are wet and sticky, breath coming out in short, hurried puffs, heart thudding a mile a minute and you have just one thought ballooning in your mind.
How the hell were you ever going to look Eddie in the eye after this?
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Daddy makes it better
AN: This is a longtime request from the lovely @christwrites. Love you my darling. Here’s something soft with our lovely Daddy Ari.
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Summary: When work kicks your ass, your Daddy knows just what to do to get you to relax.
Relationship: Ari x Female Reader (Angel)
Word Count: 2.1K
CW: Daddy kink, Soft Dom Ari, Body Worship, Bathing together, Vaginal Fingering, Ari’s chest and thighs
“Angel!” Ari’s deep voice rumbled through the beach house. “Are you here?”
Sometimes you wondered if you’d made a mistake, moving in with Ari so soon after getting together, but on days like this you realised that the reverse was true - that it was the best decision you’d ever made.
You raised your head from the pillow just enough so you could let out a loud groan, and then flopped back down, your arms and legs akimbo.You were still in your work clothes and shoes, so exhausted after your stressful day that you’d just thrown yourself down on the bed as soon as you’d got home.
Within a few seconds, you heard a low chuckle from behind you before the mattress dipped under Ari’s weight. You felt him place his large hand on your head and when he started to stroke your hair you immediately began to relax.
“That bad, huh?”
“The worst,” you mumbled into the bedclothes, before you turned onto your side and made grabby hands at your massive bear of a boyfriend. With a smirk on his face he lay down next to you and pulled you into the circle of his arms. You immediately tucked your head under his chin, burying your nose in his neck, and inhaled the calming scent that was uniquely ‘Ari’.
“My office is so cheap. It’s clear that not only do we need updated software, but hardware too, but they just keep insisting that it isn’t cost effective. However, when I lost my spreadsheet for the third time today I just wanted to fling the goddamn computer out of the window. And then Janice…”
“We hate her, don’t we?” Ari interjected, questioningly.
“Yeah, we do,” you confirmed before continuing, “Janice helpfully came over and made a comment about how I should just ‘save’ more often, like I don’t have autosave turned on. I’m the one who taught her…”
“Taught her keyboard shortcuts, yes. You might have mentioned it once or twice,” he teased, completely used to your work-related rants by now. “What I’m hearing is that my Angel needs to have a relaxing evening, so how about I go and run us both a bath and then after that we can get takeout and snuggle?”
You lifted your head and dropped a kiss to his lips. “Sounds perfect, Daddy.” It was easy to slip into the headspace of being Ari’s pampered princess.
“Anything for you, baby girl.”
He rose from the bed and in a deft move that made you squeal with laughter, he lifted you up in his arms, returning your kiss with one of his own. Then, in a few strides of his long, powerful legs, he walked through to the bathroom and placed you down on the marble bench that ran the length of one of the walls. You watched as he lit a bunch of candles and set the bath to run, giggling as he picked up each of your bottles of bath bubbles in turn and sniffed them carefully, like a sommelier selecting the right wine for a meal.
Once he’d made his decision and poured a generous amount into the water along with a handful of rose petals, Ari turned back to you and dropped to kneel in front of you. You felt your cheeks heat with the care this hulk of a man was giving you. He lifted each of your feet in turn and pulled off the shoes that you’d been too tired to remove yourself, tucking them carefully under the bench. He then urged you to stand, and his broad hands skimmed up your thighs and under your skirt, gently tugging down your pantyhose. He tossed them over his shoulder and threw you a wink for comedic effect, before turning you so he could pull down the delicate zipper of your skirt. As the fabric fell away, you felt him brush a kiss across the small of your back, his beard prickling your skin through the thin fabric of your panties, and you couldn’t help but shiver. When you turned back to face him, you could see the darkened expression in his eyes, and despite your lethargy, you felt the initial curls of lust start to build in your belly.
Ari’s fingers worked over the small buttons of your blouse next, undoing them from bottom to top, and he pressed more reverent kisses to your body as each patch of skin was revealed to him. The giant tease that he was, he bypassed your breasts, only deigning to worship the upper swell of them, although his beard did rub lightly over your nipples as he did so. He gently unclasped your bra, drawing the straps down your arms, and smiling as you let out a sigh of relief as it was removed.
“You know,” he said, a teasing note to his voice, “that if you gave up work and let me look after you as you deserve, you’d never have to wear a bra again.”
You rolled your eyes. He kept bringing this up, and you knew he’d be more than happy to support you living a life of leisure if you so desired, but he also knew that for the most part you enjoyed your work, and would feel guilty if you became his kept woman. He liked to remind you it was an option though, especially when you had days like this.
“Tempting,” you replied with a smile. “But someone has to keep Janice in her place.”
Ari slid your panties down your legs, and pressed another kiss to the very top of your mound, while looking up at you from under his sinfully long eyelashes. God, he was going to be the death of you. You stepped out of your underwear and Ari discarded them with the rest of your clothes, before standing and making quick work of his own clothing. You didn’t even try to hide your ogling as he revealed inch after inch of firm, sun-kissed skin.
“It’s rude to stare, baby,” he chastened you, but you just took your lower lip between your teeth and stepped forwards. You placed your hands on his chest and scrapped the blunt tips of your nails over the thick coating of hair covering his pecs.
“It’s only rude if I don’t promise to do something about it later,” you replied coyly, and you felt his cock, thick and heavy, twitch against your thigh.
“Touché. But let’s have our bath first and get you all relaxed and taken care of.”
He stepped over the side of the tub and held out his hand to help you do the same. At the feel of the warm water lapping around your legs, you let out a decadent moan, causing Ari to smirk. The pair of you sank down, with you finding your place between his thick thighs and your back pressed to his chest. You let your head rest against his shoulder as he picked up the sponge, added some body wash, and started to soap up your arms. He loved to take care of you like this, and who were you to deny him.
The bath started out fairly innocently, Ari requesting you to raise your legs in turn so he could wash them, and asking you to lean forward so he could get to your back, but after that things started to heat up. As soon as the soapy sponge made its way over your breasts your nipples pebbled and you heard Ari’s low growl rumble in his chest as he watched them stiffen. When he brushed over them a second time, you didn’t even try to hold back your sudden intake of breath.
Ari lifted the sponge in the air and squeezed it, sending a shower of water over your chest that was then followed by a cloud of soapy bubbles that dropped down in clumps to land on your skin with wet splats. With his free hand your boyfriend drew patterns across your skin in the white foam, swirling the tip of his finger around each of your nipples in turn so he could watch them pucker and feel you squirm against him.
“Ari…” you whined, but he apparently wasn’t having any of it.
“Nah-ah, Angel. That’s not my name, is it?”
You huffed at his teasing tone, but when he decided to tweak your nipple in retaliation you arched up into his touch and cried out.
“Daddy!”
“That’s better, baby girl. You want Daddy to take care of you? Make you feel good?” He abandoned the sponge, which floated for a moment before sinking to the bottom of the tub, and rested his hand on your stomach, fingers splayed and curling gently into your soft skin.
“Please Daddy!” You turned your head so your lips could mouth at his throat and you shifted your hips, trying to rub against his partially chubbed up cock where it was wedged between you. Ari stopped playing with your breasts so he could tilt your head up and bring his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly and deeply, the hand on your abdomen moving lower to push your folds apart and cup your sex.
Your hands found the tops of his thighs, and you gripped the firm muscle to anchor yourself as his tongue pushed its way into your willing mouth, just as one of his fingers pressed inside your pussy. The whine you let out seemed to spur him on, and he pumped his finger slowly in and out of your channel as he relinquished his gentle grip on your chin to return to stimulating your breasts.
Needing more air, you pulled your mouth from his and panted and moaned into his neck.
“That’s it, Angel,” he encouraged with a drawl. “Let Daddy hear you.” He pressed a second finger inside you and placed his thumb over your clit, and the pitch of your sounds increased in response. Your hips rocked of their own volition, causing the water in the tub to roll like the tide, some of it spilling over the sides. However, you didn’t care. In fact you barely noticed, as your eyelids drooped and you observed what little you could see of Ari from between narrowed eyes.
You were getting close now, your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.
“Daddy, I need to come. Please!”
Ari pressed a kiss to the top of your head, the tenderness of the action in stark contrast to how his fingers were playing your body as though it was his own personal instrument.
“You come when you want to, Angel. I’m just here to make you feel good.”
You nodded against his throat and took your lower lip between your teeth again, whining and whimpering as the fingers buried inside you started to press and stroke against your g-spot.
“Always make me feel good, Daddy.”
His thumb rubbed circles over your clit as you rocked yourself on his hand, lost to the sensation of pleasure coursing through your body. When your orgasm came it washed over you like a warm ocean breeze, making you tense for a moment before you fell lax against Ari’s torso. When he pulled his fingers from you, you turned to straddle his lap and nuzzle up against his hairy chest, his cock trapped between you, pressing against your sensitive pussy.
You heard him chuckle indulgently before he gathered you in his arms and stood straight up, letting all of the water cascade off the pair of you. Somehow he managed to snag a towel and wrap it around your shoulders so you wouldn’t get cold as he walked back through to the bedroom and deposited you on the bed.
As he laid you down you clung to him and tried to grind against his erection.
“Daddy! I need… you haven’t…”
“It’s okay, baby girl. I’m alright. That was just for you. You deserved it after such a difficult day. You stay here and I’ll be right back. We’re gonna snuggle and enjoy our takeout, and if you want to return the favour later, you can, but no pressure. You know I like to take care of you, Angel. Now, do you want Thai or Mexican?”
As you pondered the choice, you thanked whichever deity had seen fit to make Ari notice you that first day and for all of the things that had come since. You were so lucky to have found a man as perfect as him.
“I love you, Ari.”
“And I love you too, Angel.”
Tag list: @christywrites, @alexakeyloveloki, @doasyoudesireandlive, @goldylions, @crayongirl-linz, @km-ffluv, @wheezy-stucky, @mrs-illyrian-baby
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Hello Hello!! My name is Mackerel or Mack. I am 19, I use mirror pronouns, and I am using Tumblr as my little corner of the internet to dump my thoughts.
I've got a buncha interests, the top ones are.. Clowns, Puppets, Frogs, Theater/Theatre, aquatic life (especially crustaceans), bones, horror, videography, and bright wild wacky funky fun colors!!
There's also a buncha projects I'm working on!! Some are put on hold while I move out, but they all are dear to me, and I will most likely post about them!
Ollie and Lucky Against the World - Started on May 13th, 2022. A story about two kids who go missing and their siblings who have to communicate through supernatural beings to get them home.
No Flash Photography Please - Started on March 15, 2023. A silly goofy story about a bunch of theater kids making a show, and ignoring the lore of the world. (Spin off/sister series to Against the World)
Poltergust 5000 - ON HOLD!! Started on February 14th, 2023. I am making a Luigi cosplay and Poltergust, based on my favorite Super Mario Bros game, Luigi's Mansion: Dark Moon.
Frogs - NOT BEGUN!! Waiting until I am more financially stable, but I have big dreams for a Fire-Bellied Toad Paludarium. I really like reptiles and amphibians. They're super neat.
I am also in quite a few fandoms!! Although I am a silent member of them. The big ones aaaare.. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Sonic the Hedgehog, Five Nights at Freddy's, Super Mario Bros, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, The Muppets/Muppet adjacent, Rick and Morty, Trolls, and Splatoon!!
Last but not least!! I do have a reblog account. I bounce between tagging and not tagging, it is a big jumbled mess. @mackerel-reblogs!!!
My internet persona is a frog
That is them ^
I am what people call a procrastinator and I will do non important things like playing my silly little pony game rather than get things done, despite being projects I want to work on. So posts about my projects will probably be few, unless I'm having a really productive couple of weeks, or am in a very rambley mood.
#pinned post#mackerel posts#i should stop cluttering the rambles and thoughts tags#i do still need to make my own tags#this post may be edited later#made this while cooking alfredo#spring seems to be a very creatively productive time for me#oh! my frog does have a tail#a little one#he was originally a rottmnt oc who was a mutated froglet#but other origin stories say she ate a chaos emerald#who knows#i certainly dont#long post
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I posted 3,654 times in 2022
That's 962 more posts than 2021!
666 posts created (18%)
2,988 posts reblogged (82%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@kuromosu
@twstwonderlandstuff
@majesties-quarters
@lanshappycorner
I tagged 3,467 of my posts in 2022
Only 5% of my posts had no tags
#twisted wonderland - 2,273 posts
#etc. - 418 posts
#twst silver - 397 posts
#sebek zigvolt - 328 posts
#malleus draconia - 269 posts
#ace trappola - 198 posts
#deuce spade - 175 posts
#lilia vanrouge - 164 posts
#obey me - 158 posts
#twst - 152 posts
Longest Tag: 66 characters
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Howdy, howdy~! First of all, congrats on the 500! 👍 I would like to request some separate headcannons of Riddle, Ruggie, Azul and Malleus's fem! s/o suddenly giving them a kiss on the lips in front of everyone and telling them she loves them. How will the boys react? Thanks a bunch!
edit: reqs are now closed! tq for participating!
HAHA CHU CHU KISS KISS ITS ALL KISS KISS
'it's all... kissing?'
'always has been. 🔫'
Riddle Rosehearts
🍒 He turned red in a millisecond. If there was a world record competition on the fastest blushes to ever pop up onto someone’s face, Riddle would be one of the main contenders.
🍒 He’ll tell you how it’s ‘inappropriate’ and how these things should be kept behind close doors, but honestly he’s just embarrassed, especially when he hears Ace cooing ‘Get a room, Housewarden & Housewarden’s girlfriend!’
🍒 “Don’t do that again! Honestly, are you trying to infuriate me?!”
🍒 You silence him with another kiss.
🍒 “!!! YOU!!! Y-YOU… honestly, you…///"
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1,858 notes - Posted May 23, 2022
#4
calling the twst boys your husband/wife! [3/7]
Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw
Gender neutral reader!
Established relationship w/ the boys~
azul ashengrotto
“oh, my wife? yes, I’ll call him in a moment. azul, love, the phone!”
physically loses his composure as ink threatens to spit out of his mouth. he’s your what…?
he goes through the phone call ASAP, impatient and burning with questions. once the phone is off, he goes to demand an explanation. why did you do that?! do you want him to lose his cool? what sort of joke is this?!
when you tell him that you do mean what you say and want to marry him, azul lets his feelings overflow and a tear slip from his eyes. honestly, you’re about the only person that can make him feel like this.
jade leech
“this is my husband, jade leech.”
as you gesture towards Jade casually to the guests, his eyes go wide-eyed for a second, before presuming into his normal butler self. once out of the public eye, however…
he’s so delighted. you acknowledged him as your husband! your husband!
I’m sure he uses this to immediately tease you, but then you tell him that yes, you do want to marry him in the future and be the one proposing and he WILL be surprised.
you better capture this moment of a red faced jade, because it doesn’t come around very often~
(I strongly encourage you to use it in your wedding video)
floyd leech
“oh… oh my god, floyd- THAT’S MY WIFE, OFFICER, YES, THERE RIGHT THERE, PLEASE HELP ME!”
he drops EVERYTHING when he hears you call him that. he’s your WIFE?! WIFE?!?!?
delighted. absolutely delighted. he’ll drop whatever nuisance he’s causing to hug you tight and pepper kisses all over your face. awww, so he’s your wife, isn’t he? what, do you want him to cook you all the best dishes, hmm~?
this is the best way to cheer him up if he’s having a bad day, just call him with that word and he’ll perk right up(also continues after you guys are married)!
“floyd…”
“piss off, I’m not in the mood azul.”
sighs “tell him, s/o.”
“floyd, my wife-!”
“yeah, what’s up? got a job for me, azul~?”
[azul gives you his thanks for floyd’s easy mood lifter.]
he’ll probably record it in private and smile with a huge blush on his face like ‘hehehe…’
2,726 notes - Posted June 5, 2022
#3
calling the twisted boys your husband/wife! (heartslabyul ver. [1/7])
established relationship, still dating
gn! reader
riddle rosehearts
“oh, yes, and my husband would like some of your confectionary, if that’s okay?”
when riddle hears this, his head whips up from his doctor (?) work so fast you’d think HE needs the hospital. he turns red in a millisecond and impatiently waits for you to finish your call.
“what in the Great Seven was that for?!”
he doesn’t say it, but he’s very pleased and will start making plans for the future. he WILL pout if you don’t call him that again, so please appease your husband's wishes <3
trey clover
“oh… uh huh, right… is there a set of toothbrushes i can get? my wife is interested in them, you see.”
he stops doing whatever he’s doing and blinks, before laughing and letting you continue your work. he’s pleased, but doesn’t make too much of a fuss about it. probably uses it to tease you instead.
cater diamond
“so, girly, listen- my wife’s a fan of roller skates, so do you any recommendations on where you get the good ones…?”
he’s uncharacteristically flustered- his skin burns red, and he hides behind a pillow as he frantically texts you ‘WHY DID YOU DO THAT WHY DID YOU DO THAT’
bloody fucking loves it he WILL sulk and not respond if you don’t call him that anymore.
“cater.. love? beloved? cay-cay? sweetheart?”
“...”
“my wife-”
“YES???”
ace trappola
“yes sir, that’s my husband right there- ACE STOP THAT RIGHT NOW YOU ASS-”
he, indeed, stops at whatever he’s doing to just stare at you… and attempt to tease you for your ‘slip up’, like he doesn’t fuckin’ love it or whatever (oh you).
“eh… you must REALLY want to marry me, huh?”
“yeah, actually.”
“o-oh, w-w-what…? aha… ahahaha…”
he’s honored- thrilled, really. for someone to want him so much is just so… ‘SLDKFNVASDLKFNVASDLKFN’
he’ll get so clingy on that day i pray for u
deuce spade
“yes, my wife’s name is deuce spade… oh, and put some chickens beside that, okay?”
deuce gapes like a fish when he hears it. he’s.. you… he’s your WHAT?!?
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3,699 notes - Posted May 15, 2022
#2
“What’s your type?”
Where the curious prefect asks their friends about the type of person they’d date.
Some students are omitted simply because I don’t know how to write them. Thank you.
Students that aren't written: Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit and Ortho Shroud (this one for obvious reasons lolol)
^ hope this clears up any misunderstandings!
Ace Trappola
“Me?” Ace, smug as ever, lets out a small grin. “What, are you interested in me?”
A second of silence passes, then he adds: “What if I said it was you?” Immediately after, he laughs nervously, quickly following up with a “I’m joking, obviously! As if you’d ever be my type, haha!”
Deuce Spade
“Me?” Deuce considers the question seriously, crossing his arms. “Someone strong and caring… kind of like you, I guess, prefect.”
“W-wait, no that’s not what I meant-! I mean, you’re amazing, but I- uhm-!”
(It takes you a while to calm him down.)
Cater Diamond
“What, are you curious?” Cater chuckles, phone in hand. “Here, someone like this!”
His phone illuminates a picture of you smiling serenely, enraptured in the moment and unaware of his presence.
Cater cooes at your flustered expression. “Prefect, you’re so cute, you know that~?”
Trey Clover
“Hmm? My type?” Trey laughs, adjusting his glasses. “Someone who’ll eat my sweets…I guess? I haven’t put that much thought into it.”
“But, well,” A cheeky smile rests on Trey’s face. “I’d pick you over anything.”
Riddle Rosehearts
“Type…? Do you mean a dating preference?” Riddle arches an eyebrow, looking serious. “Someone who has a keen sense for rules, of course. And someone who’s on par with me- I wouldn’t be seen with anyone lesser then that, I assure you.”
“But… having someone take care of me would be nice too.”
You tease him, asking if you’d fit that description.
“Y-you?! Well, with the display you’ve shown in your first days, you certainly don’t fit the former criteria, but for the latter…”
Riddle smiles and leaves it at that, leaving you to scramble at his words.
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3,995 notes - Posted April 29, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
calling the twisted boys your husband/wife! [2/7]
established relationship, still dating, gn! reader
a/n: the savanaclaw boys! the good boys! also LOOK AT THE BANNERS ARE THEY NOT SICK?? yeah they are I made it
i found my true calling and that is being a graphic designer LOL
Heartslabyul
leona kingscholar
“yes, my husband would like to- ARGH-”
his tails hits your face when you call him that, due to how rapid its wagging. he likes it, oh he likes it alright, but you aren’t going to hear him say he likes it.
he’ll proudly reference himself as your husband, be it in private or public. you dug yourself this grave, and you’re going to keep DIGGING until you guys actually get married LMAO
(this is a twst eng reference)
ruggie bucchi
“yeps, yeps, my wife would like 2 dozen donuts, thank you!”
ruggie whips his head around, and his red turns red and FLUSHED, FLUSHED. first instinct is to hit you.
“why did you do that?!”
he’ll get uncharacteristically quiet when you call him that, and it really cute seeing his ears flatten against his head and his tail wag.
he’ll eventually get used to it, but still.
jack howl
“ah yes, my wife would be interested in the snowboarding equipment, thank you.”
both the shopkeeper and jack whip around to look at you. jack is, well, confused. isn’t he supposed to be the husband here? and also, YOU BOTH AREN’T MARRIED?!??
neither of you bring the topic up again because you're scared that Jack doesn't like it but in fact, he does! he just had to internalize it for a second before it hits him and now his tail is wagging at ferocious speeds because shit, that's the only thing he want you to call him now...!
but you don't and he's so sad... eventually, he'll (not so subtly) imply that he loves your nickname for him. probably like this:
"uhm, hey. you know what you called me at the snowboarding store?"
"my wife?"
his tail wags immediately after that and you're like. OH. 😮
then it goes to understanding,😯, them embarrassment that he loves it😳 and finally coyness😏
now jack almost wishes he didn’t because you use it at every opportunity. at a call, in private, in public… you’re out for his blood, aren’t cha?
almost wishes- because with the way he's always crimson when you call him that, he's just as in love with the title as you are.
"awww come on jack, you're my wife aren't cha?"
"don't---! argh, are you trying to kill me...?"
4,595 notes - Posted May 19, 2022
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I posted 2,813 times in 2022
124 posts created (4%)
2,689 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
Not trying to spam a bunch of folks I don't know with my year in review but @bethanyactually you were in my top 5 <3
I tagged 1,598 of my posts in 2022
Only 43% of my posts had no tags
#ndcw - 458 posts
#nace - 230 posts
#nancy drew tv - 128 posts
#post - 117 posts
#ted lasso - 71 posts
#fave - 60 posts
#dracula daily - 54 posts
#bridgerton - 46 posts
#ts - 45 posts
#dw - 38 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#been told i need to try other things like excedrin and aleve but tylenol and ibuprofen are all i ever took growing up so im in the habit 😂
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
in my feelings thinking about nancy telling carson she might stay at george's before going to meet ace. in my feelings thinking about nancy waiting for ace at the loft and when he doesn't show up she doesn't just go home she goes to the historical society to double check because she wants to have this conversation. in my feelings thinking about ace not realizing he's invisible and thinking nancy is just ignoring him because she's mad and chasing after her. in my feelings thinking about nancy telling george about ace wanting to talk and trying and failing not to appear sad and longing. in my feelings thinking about ace telling hannah he can get through to nancy despite her doubts. in my feelings thinking about nancy feeling ace's touch across a dimension. in my feelings thinking about ace looking at a friend. in my feelings thinking about that hug. in my feelings thinking about literal true love.
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#4
I really dig shows where certain folks outside the main characters end up finding out about the supernatural and just have to deal with that as part of life now.
Like, as fun as it can be to have the protagonists constantly having to hide and talk around mystical happenings, it's so refreshing and delightful to see Nancy Drew, where at first it's a select few "in the know" and then it's like, okay, well, oops, Carson knows now. And apparently McGinnis has known the whole time. And now Owen's in this. And Ryan. And we told John Sanders point blank but he doesn't believe us and it's not worth pushing it. And Connor is not pleased but he knows who to call to handle freaky stuff. And Tamura really ought to believe at this point but he's not going to. And Park is totally down with it. And so on, etc., whatever happens happens.
Why bother hiding it when many hands make blood rituals light work, right?
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#3
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i can’t decide if my favorite part of this clip is nancy’s delivery of “with...me 😬” or ace’s “oh yeah she’s got a point 🤷” expression but either way i’m going to watch it on a loop forever
85 notes - Posted February 9, 2022
#2
nancy and ace seeing each other at the bobbsey's
86 notes - Posted January 25, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
ace's texting style is so fucking funny
switching between you and u with no discernable pattern (very mood)
qualmless double and triple texting without a response
"MEAT HOOKS!!!"
"Nancy? NANCY?" in the same text as if he's shouting out loud
flirting by accusing someone of vandalism followed by work text followed by flirting by complimenting their outfit
"u off today? Maybe come in?"
"9-1-1! Charity Hudson haunting Historical Society?!?!? HELP" bestie this is art put it in the moma
painstakingly crafting a text to ur crush to make a date so you can confess your love then immediately fucking off to an astral plane where you almost get wiped from existence :)
287 notes - Posted March 22, 2022
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#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#year of nancy drew out here folks#i need to get back in the groove and get some more fic written
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Hiyo! My name is Two and this is my atla sideblog.
I'm an adult now but my hyperfixation started when I was 13, I have been here for a long time. I can actually honestly say without exaggeration that this show saved my life so it's incredibly special to me. I used to have a bunch of quotes from the show (mostly from uncle Iroh) written on pieces of paper and stuck to my wall, they got me through a lot of dark days (my teens were not fun at all but I'm much better now! I adopted a cat).
When I was a teen I had a huge crush on Zuko (that's an understatement, I full-on considered him my boyfriend for 3 years. That boy's my first love. I married a figurine of him at recess once he's technically still my husband I think). I've outaged him now because, unlike him, I am not immune to the passage of time, but he's still precious to me. He was older than me when we met so uh. It's a bit of a weird spot to be in I'll be honest. I age regress sometimes anyway (yay childhood trauma lmao) so he's my sort-of-selfship-boyfriend-but-mostly-I-just-wanna-be-best-friends. It depends on my mood of the day? I also decided uncle Iroh is my platonic self"ship" dad because my real one sucks ass I don't want him anymore. Uncle Iroh treats me better.
As fas as canon relations go, I don't care about shipping. I don't really ship anyone. I am free and at peace. If I reblog ship content it's because I think the post/art is good. I'm not taking sides I just like nice things. We are all one people but we ship as if divided.
That said though I am decidedly anti-harassment, I am a pacifist and this blog is a peaceful oasis where we all hold hands and have tea together. No infighting allowed. If you're mean you're gonna have to leave. If you post things I'm uncomfortable with I'll just filter the tags or politely block you and I ask that you give me the same courtesy. I'm gonna stay in my lane and you're free to join or choose another lane if mine's not your thing. Do stay for tea though!
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Casually (Kankuro x Reader)
Synopsis: All Kankuro wants to do is ask out the cute florist that comes to deliver flowers to the office, but of course working with your siblings means that you can never get a moment of peace.
Word Count: 1,167
Warnings/Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Minor Original Characters, Attempt at Humor, Humor, This Fic is Actually Kinda Ridiculous, Fluff, Nervous!Kankuro, Florist!Reader
Notes: I felt in a bit of a goofy mood so here y’all go
Mr. Watanabe sent Mrs. Watanabe a bouquet of flowers every week like clockwork. Where Mr. Watanabe got the money to be able to shell out for weekly flowers, Kankuro didn’t know. After all, not many floral species grew naturally in the deserts of Sunagakure, meaning that the bouquets were grown for a high price in the village green house or they were imported. And with Mrs. Watanabe working as a secretary and Mr. Watanabe working part time in daycare, the large, vibrant vase of flowers served as an unspoken mystery for Kankuro to walk by at least twice a day.
But he had no complaints. Not when you were there, because twice a week you would bring Mrs. Watanabe her flowers. You checked your card, you had her sign, and oftentimes you would chat with her by her desk during slow periods at the Kazekage office. And Kankuro was sure that at the very least, he had held the door open for you once before pretending to be busy nearby. He had a hard time admitting, even to himself, that he felt flustered by a florist. That Kankuro, bodyguard and right hand to the Kazekage, had a difficult time talking to the local florist.
“Another beautiful selection, Mrs. Watanabe!” Your voice cut through Kankuro’s thoughts. He never spent too much time on the first floor before, but for the past few months he had offered to run paperwork whenever he had the chance. You lightly kicked open the door, a vibrant group of flowers hiding your face. Kankuro looked up from the paperwork that he was discussing with the secretary as you made your way over. You placed the vase on the counter.
“Those are very nice,” Kankuro said, inwardly kicking himself the moment the words left his lips. He tuned out Mrs. Watanabe who raved about the colors in the background. You smiled at the petals before turning your attention to him. Kankuro leaned against the counter in an attempt to look casual.
“Right? I got a whole bunch of seeds from the Land of Water for a really great price. They’re just so different and gorgeous.” Kankuro didn’t know how to respond. He never engaged in flower discourse before. You motioned to him, eyes lingering to the corner of your vision. “And you are Mr…” Your forehead scrunched up the slightest bit.
“Kankuro,” he provided quickly, “Just Kankuro. And you are…” You offered him your name, although he already knew it. You smiled, but centered your attention on Mrs. Watanabe as you provided her her card and the receipt to sign. When you glanced back at him, you did so expectantly. Kankuro scratched at the back of his neck through his hood. “Hey, um, if you ever have some free time—”
“Kankuro!” Temari burst through the stairwell door, her reading glasses on and a few manilla envelopes in her arms. “Did you ever end up processing that paperwork that was supposed to go to the Leaf? They keep sending me letters about how they haven’t gotten their copy of the files and I swear I’m going to shoot down the next Hokage bird that comes to my window.” He held up the small stack of papers in his hands.
“It’s right here. We’re going to get it by the date that we told them we’d get it, so tell Shikamaru to…” he trailed off, subtly glancing your way before clearing his throat. “Tell Shikamaru to wait.” Temari groaned.
“You’re no help. I swear I have to do everything around here!” You could still hear her frustrated grunts as she retreated back up the stairs. You turned back to Kankuro.
“You were saying?” You blinked at him and Kankuro had to take a moment to process what it was that you said.
“Oh, yeah!” Kankuro almost jumped back as he shook his head. Out of all the missions he ran, all of the times he risked his life for his country, he had never felt as flustered as he did. He kicked himself, trying to channel his usual, self-proclaimed, charming cockiness. “Uh—” He leaned back against the counter, extra casual this time. —“So if you’re free at some point this week…”
But before he could get the second half of his sentence out, the doors burst open and a flurry of sand spilled across the floor. Gaara trudged in, robes dusty and slightly tattered. Kankuro immediately rushed to his brother’s side only to be stopped short by Gaara’s halting palm.
“Mrs. Watanabe,” Gaara spoke in his usual gravelly voice. Mrs. Watanabe hummed, perking up behind her desk. Gaara trudged towards the stairwell. “Please cancel all of my appointments today. I wish to be in my office undisturbed.” She scribbled a few things in her book before holding up a thumb with a wrinkled smile.
“What happened to you?” Kankuro asked and Gaara stood still.
“The sand and I got into a disagreement.”
And without another word he disappeared, leaving a large, suspiciously Gaara-sized pile of sand behind. Kankuro let out a sigh, knowing that he would have to add checking in on his brother to the list of things he had to do before the end of the work day. He ran his hands over his face, careful as to not smudge his face paint. You cleared your throat behind him and Kankuro turned to your concerned, dumbfounded expression.
“Does he do that—”
—“all the time.” Kankuro nodded and you took a sharp breath inward. A pause overtook the front office as you studied the sand slowly drift across the floor, the front doors still wide open.
“Whelp, um… Mrs. Watanabe, you have a great day.” You began to collect your things. Kankuro found himself at a loss as he stood alone in the middle of the entryway. You motioned to him, forehead crinkled again as you thought. “And you were trying to tell me something, but I actually have a few more flowers to run—” Kankuro tried not to look disappointed.
“Oh, uh, yeah. For sure…” He considered joining his brother in a bit of midday sulking. Maybe the next time around he could approach asking you out more like a mission. Maybe he wouldn’t get so uncharacteristically flustered—
—“So why don’t you just tell me at dinner tonight.” You maneuvered past him with a smile with your pen pointed in your hand. “That is, if you’re free tonight. Because if you are, you can just meet me at the flower shop.” Kankuro shook himself out of his shock.
“Yeah, that sounds great!” he said with nothing to lean on this time to look casual. He stuck a hand in his pocket as you left through the open doors. Kankuro gave a slight wave with his other. Mrs. Watanabe glanced up from her work over the glasses that sat on the tip of her nose.
“Do you even know where the flower shop is?”
Kankuro shook his head, still a bit dazed.
Notes: Despite the silliness I think I kept everyone in character...?
Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.
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her favorite
pairing : karl x hispanic!gn!reader
warnings : none just some mom favoriting the boyfriend tingz
word count : 0.7k
a/n: ! to be clear ! I know limited spanish so please don’t come for any spelling errors or anything if i forgot how to spell something i used google translate 🥲 so yes 🧍♀️ this tbh had no real ending but it was half finished in my docs and i just decided to finish it and get it over with 👩❤️💋👩 also you do not need to be hispanic to read this, like this, or reblog this!!!! it is tagged as hispanic reader though because i imagine the reader being hispanic but you do not. if you have any problem with this please dm me! ALSO in no way am i body shaming karl. this is not what i’m saying nor implying so please do not take it that way! <33
You stood at the stove hips don’t lie by shakira playing as you cooked the potatoes on the oil filled skillet in front of you. It had been a long day of working and you were in the mood for some Patatas Bravas, a spicy mexican dish your abuelita would make for you as a kid.
Karl had been locked in his streaming room for quite a while now going in around five and the time now being eight you were beginning to get a bit worried.
You turned down the heat on the stove deciding that it probably would’ve been best to go check up on your boyfriend.
You allowed your knuckles to knock against the door gently not wanting to starlte the boy on the other side. After a few shushes and clicks of his computer his voice was heard on the opposite side letting you know you could come in now.
“Hey mi amor* what’s up?” He put his hands out for you. Your feet practically having a mind of their own carried you over to him allowing his arms to circle around your waist your head out of frame.
Your hands immediately go to his hair raking your fingers through it pulling lightly when it got stuck in a few different places. “Estoy haciendo* patatas bravas. They’re almost finished just wanted to know if you wanted to eat together or just want me to put it in the microwave.”
Karl bit softly at the exposed skin on your belly that wasn’t covered by your lilac tank top. You jumped slightly immediately slapping the back of your boyfriend's head. He instantly pulled back holding the back of his head with his hand.
“Ow! Voy a decirle a mamá y/l/n sobre ti” i'm gonna tell mama y/l/n on you You watched out of the corner of your eye as the comments flooded with how cute the two of you were, and how Karl speaking spanish was the best thing that they had ever heard.
A gasp left your lips as you knitted your eyebrows at him. “You can’t tell my own mother on me! You little trader.”
“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Karl picked up his phone that he had set to the side pulling up your mothers contact and calling her. Despite it being “late” you already knew she was up watching her pre-recorder telenovelas that she directs absolutely no one to disturb her while watching, but if it was karl it was a whole different story.
The sound of a facetime call being picked up sounded through the spacious room as you heard your mom turn down the tv and shush your father who was complaining about something that needed to be fixed in the bathroom.
“karl mi bebe! como estas amor? esta y/n alimentando? te ves muy flaca para mi gusto.” karl my baby! How are you my love? Is Y/n feeding you? You look too skinny for my taste. Karl laughs and smiles going to say something before you cut him off.
“él es comiendo bien mamá, gracias por preguntar por tu hijo mayor.” he is eating well mother, thank you for asking about your eldest child. You hear the women on the other side muttering about how if you were feeding him enough he wouldn’t eat a bunch when the two of you would visit. Karl giggles looking up at your semi angry face. “Yes I am eating well mom.” He smiles at her and now you were just flat out jealous.
Your mom and Karl were always like two peas in a pod. At quinceaneras, gatherings, or simple family hangouts she was always dragging him around to meet someone new, leaving you all alone and bothered by your younger brothers and sisters about what it’s like dating someone famous.
Of course you had other s/os but your family never liked them as much as they liked Karl. Maybe it was because of all the goodies he brought for each and everyone of them or just simply because of how he lit up whatever room he walked into.
“What’s that smell?” karl questions looking up at you curiously. Your eyes widen as you make a dash for the kitchen hoping you hadn’t burned the potatoes in the pot.
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“I burned the food.” You pouted after Karl had come to check on you once he got off the phone with your mother who was telling him he should just move in with your family and had ended the stream.
“Chick-fil-a here we come!”
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Anytime. Anywhere.
Summary: When Chris is in the mood to fuck, he doesn’t care where you are.
Pairings: Husband!Chris x Black!Wife!Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, breeding kink, daddy kink, public sex, bathroom sex, clothed sex
(A/N: knocking out these requests. Reblog and like always 💜 ✌🏾)
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Being married to Chris wasn’t always easy. He was a busy man and you understood that. You tried to be as understanding as possible especially since he really did try to be the best father and husband he could be even when he was gone. Maybe it helped that you were still dickmatized even after all these years.
You and Chris had a very active sex life. Even after becoming parents nothing had slowed him down from being utterly obsessed with taking you anytime anywhere he could. Having a two year old you had to get a little creative.
Of course the two of you were pros at phone sex. You’d mastered that when you were dating. He knew how needy you could be and even when he was forever away he still needed to please his girl.
Right now he was home and as insatiable as ever. You’d told him you wanted to try for a second. He’d taken it as him being given permission to bend you over anytime he could so he could fuck another baby into you. You knew something was about to go down because he’d suddenly got all touchy feely.
Which wasn’t good because you were in the middle of one these after parties. When no one was looking he put his hand up your dress to grab your ass. Jiggling it in his hand. You gasped reaching up to grab it. “Hey,” you said in a shushed tone not trying to bring attention to yourselves.
“Let’s sneak off to the bathroom, Baby,” he whispered in your ear. “Daddy needs to fill up your little cunt.”
“No.” You laughed.
He raised an eyebrow now holding you around your waist rather tightly. “What have I told you about denying me, Blossom?” He asked.
You groaned. Your face heating up as you shifted your eyes so you could make sure no one was around to hear you. “That a good little Blossom would never deny her Daddy’s dick.”
“See. So good for me.” He kissed your cheek. He grabbed your hand starting to lead you away. Even though you tried to resist he knew you were weak for him.
He led you down a corridor before opening the door and ushering you inside looking around behind himself before joining you. You leaned against the counter as he stalked over to you. He licked his lips, placing his hands on either side of you.
He glanced down at your lips with a smile spreading across his face before meeting your eyes. “Did I ever tell you how sexy you look tonight?” He asked.
“Well you called me beautiful before we left the house,” you said.
“Oh, Blossom, then I’m not doing my job.” He put his hands on your hips lifting you up so you were sitting on the counter with your legs spread. “You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered in your ear. “I love this dress on you.”
His hands slid up your thighs until he snaked them up your dress so it was bunched around your waist. He was already hard through his pants and you got to work on undoing his belt.
He smashed his lips to yours not giving a damn that he might get your lipstick all over his face. He did the rest of the work to undo his pants before angling your hips closer. He pushed your panties to the side. “So ready for me,” he whispered in your ear. “Always ready for Daddy to breed you.”
You nodded as he pushed into you. You threw your head back as he worked his hips upwards. Even from this angle it felt so damn good. He kissed you again loving the cute almost distressed pout on your face. The one you got when he was fucking you, but you didn’t want to make a noise.
“See you should know better denying Daddy your pretty pussy,” he grunted. “When we get home, you’re in for it. I’m gonna tear that ass up.”
You nodded knowing he was serious. Last time he said that you’d told him no about sucking his dick while he was driving. When you got home he spanked until your ass until it was all bruised up. It’d been hard to sit for a few days. Sometimes you told him no just for the punishment.
There was a knock on the door. Making you jump. He just groaned, but didn’t let up. “Occupied!”
Another knock.
“Hey, my wife is feeling sick. We’ll be out in a minute.” He pulled out of you so he could pull you down onto your feet before entering you again.
You let out a gasp because he went in all the way touching your cervix with his tip. “Fuck.”
“Shhhh,” he covered your mouth with his hand. “Don’t make me gag you with your panties.”
You nodded as you looked into your reflection as he fucked into you. He was shoving himself into you just trying to make the two of you reached your peaks. You were panting so hard and the grip he had on your hips was bruising. “Please, Daddy. Make me cum.”
“I’ll make you cum,” he hissed. “I’ll make you fucking cum all over my dick. Like a good bitch.”
“Yes!” You cried out.
He covered your mouth again. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” he painted between thrusts.
You whimpered your body shaking. Watching the two of you like this was only making you want to cum quicker. “Oh, fuck,” you mouthed as it hit you surging through your body.
He sped up trying to hurry his along. “Fuck, Blossom,” he groaned pushing you up more onto the counter as he slammed into you fucking you through your orgasm. “I’m gonna fill you up. Give you another baby.”
You nodded looking at him through the mirror. Your eyes reeking of desperation for him. For his cum. For him to get you pregnant again. “Please, Daddy. Give me your cum. I need it.”
“You want me to put another baby into you?”
“Yes. Give me a baby, Daddy,” you begged. You could feel yourself getting ready to cum again. Fuck you needed him so damn bad.
Your big your lip as you sobbed as another one made you tighten up around him. His hips stuttered as he finally unloaded inside of you. “Fuck!” He yelled a little too loudly.
He slumped against you breathing heavily. A smile playing on his face again. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
The two of you cleaned up making sure he got all your lipstick off of him before trying to go back to acting like nothing had happened. Even with shaky legs and a pussy dripping with his cum.
“You guys seriously can’t control yourselves for an hour?” Scott asked with a raised eyebrow as you met back up with him and his boyfriend. “I can’t even blame her because I know it’s all you.”
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I really like the prompt list you reblogged it’s got some good stuff. What about 37. “Because I love you god damn it!” with Loki if you are still needing inspiration.
37) Because I Love You God Damn It!
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The Secret Is Out
Characters: the Avengers Bunch, Loki, Thor, Clint
Warnings: Dirty words, slight angst
Summary: after putting your life in the line for a teammate you accidentally let a big secret slip.
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Loki Masterlist
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The fight had been rough but not as rough as you were feeling in the moment. You had gotten serverly hurt and had been in the medbay for about a week now and you had a longer road ahead. There had been an explosion and instead of turning to run away you had ran toward one of your team members that had been to distracted to realize what was going on, you had successfully gotten him shoved out of the way but you had taken the brunt of the blast.
Now you were laying here staring at the celing trying to stay distracted as Bruce and Tony looked at your completely shaddered knee and the burns up your leg. Fingers crossed that they would have good news soon.
"Well as of right now kid your out of commission." Tony said helping you sit back up.
"Meaning?" You pulled one of the pillows down so that you could sit up without being uncomfortable.
"Meaning right now, the way it all looks, your gonna be stuck in the bed until it fully heals and after wards theres really no way to tell if your going to be able to work in the field again." Burce said looking at the xrays again. "And your gonna have to have surgery in order to put all the right pieces back in the right places, but we cant really do that until some of the burns heal or at least start to heal. Its gonna be a long drawn out process unfortunately." He sighed setting the charts back down and walking over to you.
"Fucking hell! You mean I'm gonna be pushing paper work? I might as well go work in a damn office with four white walls and a poster that says 'hang in there, its almost Friday'." You placed your head in your hands.
"Hey! At least our paper work is more exciting than just running numbers." Tony said placing a hand on your back. He had been like a fsther to you, taking you in when you didnt have anywhere else to turn except the streets. Your own family had abandoned you at a young age and you had been leaning toward a dark path until Tony. "Besides with your expertise you dont have to sit behind a desk, your fingers arent blown off, you can still hack into stuff I'm sure."
"Tony we had a deal when I moved in. No hacking but you would train me and I could actually do good. Now look at me."
"I said no hacking the good guys, and if I remember correctly you were the one jumping close to the bomb not away from. I hate to be this way y/n but the only one to blame is yourself on this one."
"He would have been worst off than I am if not killed. I think I did the right thing. Besides you would have done the same thing if you had been closer." You sighed.
"Honey the diffrence with that is I have a supersuit, you wear a skin tight, spandex one peice, that I'm not a fan of." He laughted. Bruce had went to go get you some more pain killers to shoot into your IV.
"Tony if I were you I would shut up. Your starting to sound like you might actually love me, might even say your starting to act like a dad." You laughed pulling him into a hug.
"Shut it kid, cant let the others know I have a soft spot for the hacker orphan kid i took in all those years ago now can I." He said kissing the top of your head. "Do you need anything else before the drugs kick in and you pass out again?"
"Yes, can you please bring me my phone charger, laptop, and that really fluffy blanket that you and Pep got for me for Christmas."
"Dont ask to much of me now."
"I wouldnt be asking if you would just let me stay in my room. I hate it down here. I wanna be were the people are." You were starting to get loopy from whatever Bruce had given you.
"Ok little mermaid, get some rest I'll get your stuff." He laughed walking out the door letting you fall into a restless sleep.
You didnt know how long you hade been asleep but you woke up with a groan trying to sit up so you could atleast stretch your back from laying in one spot for to long. You flopped back down dramatically with a sigh. You could sense someine else in the room with you, you always knew when he was around.
"You dont have to hide in the shadows Loki. Your more than welcome to keep me company, you should know that by now." You smiled as the prince walked over and sat in the chair beside you. You could tell he hadnt been sleeping, his hair was fixed as always but his clothes looked worst for wear. He had on a plain black shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants, both of with had wrinkles in them either from tossing and turning or from not being changed in a few days.
"Whats wrong? And dont pull that 'nothing is wrong dear. I'm absolutly fine.' Bullshit. You look horrible." You reatched out to grab his hand. What you and Loki had was diffrent. You didnt just see his as a friend, he didnt just see you as that either though. You had spent many nights sitting up with the silver tounge man many nights laying on the couch watching movies, reading, talking about each of your pasts. He knew more about you than even Tony did.
"I'm still currently trying to wrap my head around why you pushed me out of the way and took the blow when you had a chance of dying from it. You shouldnt have been so thick headed my dear." He took your hand and raised it to his lips kissing the top of your hand.
"Loki." You sighed rolling your head to look back up at the celing. "You would have been hurt alot wordt than I am now, that blast could have killed you."
"I am a god y/n, that blast wouldnt have caused me nearly as much damage as it did you." His voice raised slightly.
"Thats what you think. You think that because you are "immortal" that you can take anything thats thrown at you. That no one really cares about you, that you wouldnt be missed? So why not try to take a blow from a bomb? My god your so stupid sometimes."
"I know I can. Norns y/n I've jumped into space, been brain washed, tried to take over New York, gotten smashed around by the Hulk. I was raised with Thor, he doesnt really go easy on a person. What I'm saying is I dont understand why you, a mear midguardian, would sacrifice themselves for me. If anything would have happened-"
"Nothing did happen though. I'm fine-"
"You have steel sticking from your leg, theres no telling when or even if you'll be able to walk again, and there are highly server burns that will leave scares. You cannot sit there and tell me that you are fine."
"Your right it does suck that I'm jot gonna be able to pull off shorts or a bikini anymore."
"This isnt a joke y/n. You almost died!" He finally yelled.
"And i would do it a thousand times over if that ment saving your damn ass again!" You shouted back.
"Why though?! Why me y/n? I've done horrible things, killed people! My life is meaningless." Tears had sprang to his eyes as he looked away.
"Because I love you God damn it!" You stopped suddenly your jaw dropping at the admission that you hadnt ment for him to hear. His head jerked back to you.
"What?" Shock was all over his face as he stood to walk closer to you. "What did you just say?"
"Because I love you Loki Odinson. Because if you were to die I dont think I would be able to go on living. Because even if you see all the bad things that you've done I can look pass that amd see all the good that you are doing." You reached up placing a hand on his cheek and wiping away a tear.
"I love you too y/n. I have since the day I met you. The girl that didnt care what anyone said when she spent time with me. The girl that can see through every face i put on. I love you so much darling." He placed his hand on your face and leaning down gently kissing your lips.
It felt like you thought it always should you felt electricity run through your body and the two of you connected. It was like getting a breath after not being able to for so long. He pulled away smiling at you.
"What do we tell the others?" He asked laying on with bed with you being easy with your leg. He placed his arm around your middle and pulled you as close as he could.
"I honestly dont care what we tell them. They can figure it out themseves for all I care." You smiled lacing your fingers with his, you yawned placing your head on his shoulder closing your eyes.
"Sleep now my Dove, I will be here when you wake." He felt your gentle breath slow as you fell asleep, the rhythm you of your breath lulling him into his own sleep.
Tony and Bruce walked in the next morning stopping dead at the sight in front of them. You and Loki were still cuddled on the small bed sleeping peacefully.
"Should we wake them up?" Bruce asked looking at Tony.
"Na, let them sleep. Dont want to let them know that we know." Tony saod grabbing Bruce's arm and turning to walk back out of the door.
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Loki ranting
Okay. I had this thought in my head of like just compiling links of all the Loki shit I've posted/reblogged so far so that when I get into a conversation about the show and how it fucking disgusted me, I can just be like "here. here's this masterlist post, go read all this shit. This is my entire argument, and not only mine, but a lot of stuff posted by people far more intelligent and level-headed and eloquent than I am, whom I happen to agree with." Because the alternative is constantly getting fired up all over again, and that is exhausting.
BUT! I'm stupid and don't know how tumblr works. Apparently I can't just be like "give me all the Loki-tagged shit I've got" I can only search all the Loki-tagged shit on all of tumblr. And I'm not scrolling back through all of my posts. I talk too fucking much for that shit 😂
So, I'll try to remember all of my grievances with how the MCU has treated Loki, and all of the excellent posts made by other, equally upset fans, and put it all together here under this nice, neat little cut for everyone else's sanity and scrolling convenience...
For people who actually read my shit fairly regularly - bless you, you crazy, patient people. I love you! - this is going to be a lot of repetition of shit you've already read. Probably at least twice. I'm passionate and I have a terrible memory lol. Sorry.
Anyway, first, for those who don't know me and haven't been following my explosions of rage for the past couple of months, some quick background: I do not read comic books, so Loki's Marvel comic canon means nothing to me. I know almost nothing about it. The reason I'm so in love with the character in the MCU is because I am an eclectic witch and the deity I've actively loved and worshiped the longest in my life (literally for as long as I can remember) is Loki. So when he was mentioned in The Mask, I squeed. When they named Matt Damon's character after him in Dogma, I cheered.
When Thor came out in 2011, I just about died from happiness. I was hungry for any representation of this underappreciated god, no matter what it was. I didn't even bitch about how underpowered he was, because at least he was there. But I'm getting slightly ahead of myself.
I can hear anyone reading this going "Why Loki? Isn't he, like, evil? Like basically the Norse version of The Devil?" Because I heard all this shit irl all the fucking time. And no. So let me give you a quick rundown of who Loki actually is.
Loki is a Trickster God. He's often referred to as the God of Mischief. He is not and never was evil, simply chaotic and hedonistic. Loki Laufeyjarson was the son of Laufey (that's mama; they changed her to a man for some reason in the movie) and Fárbauti. Right from the start, from his name, we get a sign of how Loki goes against traditional norms of the time, because in Norse culture, families were patrilineal, and surnames were "son/daughter of father" (which would have made him Loki Fárbautitason), not the mother. But Loki's surname is matrilineal. Feminist icon woo! lol
Though he's a Jotunn, Loki is counted among the Gods (Aesir) in Norse tradition. Depending on his mood, he is alternately helpful or disruptive to the other Gods. I'm not gonna sit and teach a whole text class on him lol but I'll use my favorite example of Misunderstood Loki - the conception of Sleipnir!
So, get this shit. This is also part of why I DO NOT follow Odin and never fucking will (a very small part, but still part of the reason). So, the other Norse Gods are petty motherfuckers, and they wanted some shit built but didn't want to pay the dude doing the building. So they were like "okay, if you can get it done in X amount of time, we'll pay you, but if you can't manage it NO MATTER WHAT, this whole thing is free." And they made sure he had NO help, nothing but him, his materials, and his Very Good Horsey. And this guy and his horse were fucking BAMFs. So it was looking like he was definitely gonna get it done in time, and Odin was like "nah, fuck that shit. I'm cheap." and so he sent Loki to distract the work horse. Loki transformed into a mare and lured the horse away, got fucked, got pregnant, gave birth to the 8-legged (for some reason) horse Sleipnir. Odin rides Loki's son into battle. Um. Kay.
So Loki helped Odin be a petty mf, and Odin got himself a new pet out of the deal.
Oh, also, because he's smart af and a shapeshifter and a master magician and genderfluid, Loki "fails" to fit the super fucking toxic and narrow Norse/Aesir view of "a real man". He prefers intelligence and manipulation to solve problems rather than violence, he's not afraid to behave like a clown if it gets shit done, and that grosses the Aesir out, so they constantly ridicule him for being "less than a man".
Loki is the God of the outcast and the misunderstood. The marginalized people from all walks of life. He is the God of the LGBT community. In modern terms, he's pansexual, polyamorous (married to Sigyn and they are deeply in love, but boy gets around and I've never seen any indication that Sigyn gives a shit) and genderfluid.
Okay. Focus, Ali. This is part of why I usually post multiple rants instead of one big long one XD The longer I ramble, the more I get sidetracked and forget the original point.
So. Loki's awesome, and being a Trickster, is powerful as all fucking hell. There's not much he can't do.
And now we come to Thor (the movie, not the deity). Loki's there! 24-year-old Ali is spazzing! All is right with the world!
Oh lord, they've actually done him justice?! Amazing! He's complex and nuanced and emotional, just like the real Loki! I loved this movie. Loved. It. The climactic thing with trying to blow up Jotunheim never really made much sense to me until someone made an excellent point the other day about Loki being raised in a racist society that was racist against his own race, he just didn't know it yet, poor child. Baby Thor was never corrected when he pledged to commit mass genocide, so Baby Loki probably absorbed the lesson then that Jotunns=evil and killing them all will win his father's love. Anyway, 2011 Loki was a beautiful, heartbreaking portrayal of the God I've loved all my life and spent 24 years longing to see depicted on the big screen.
Then The Avengers happened. And I saw another Loki very close to Norse mythology - mainly, how he's treated. In the beginning of the movie, he's sick, exhausted, and in pain. He can hardly stand, he stumbles and needs help when he walks. He was very obviously tortured, and the sickly blue light of the scepter's control is in his eyes. That gets less and less pronounced as the movie goes on, showing Loki working his way free of it, but in the beginning, he's a mess. Because he was tortured and used by Thanos. Marvel directly confirmed this, and that he was under the scepter's/Mind Stone's control. Loki's actions are not his own in The Avengers. He's under both threat and Thanos' direct control. The movie actually shows The Other directly threatening him to keep him on task, because this is not Loki's plan. It is not what he wants. He's being used and villainized... Just like in real life. It hurt to see this done to him, but the accuracy was too beautiful to ignore.
Thor: The Dark World comes out. I've heard people complain that this movie is the weak link in the Thor trilogy. I disagree. I think that's Ragnarok, for a bunch of reasons, but we'll get there. (And for the record, I loved Ragnarok, too. It was a funny movie. Infinity War and the Disney+ series are the only portrayals of Loki in the MCU that I truly fucking hated.) Anyway, good, fun movie. Had its faults, as all movies do, but it still followed Loki's real-life arc in a way. How? By having Loki dragged back to Asgard in chains and imprisoned underground. Again, not super happy that this happened to my love, and having to see it on screen was painful, but at least in the MCU he's not chained to a rock with venom dripping on his face for eternity, so there's that. (poor Sigyn. how tired do her arms get, holding up that bowl? best wife ever, amirite?)
In TDW, we're shown Loki's love for Frigga, who favored him and taught him magic as a child. We see his bravado; his attempts to mask his true feelings, especially grief. We see him slowly coming back to himself after the events of The Avengers, and slowly mending his relationship with his brother. He accepts that Odin will likely never love him, but Thor just might, because they were close when they were young. "I didn't do it for him." No, no my sweet, you did it for your brother, and a little out of guilt for what happened to your mother.
At the end, Loki fakes his death and escapes, taking the throne, and I have mixed feelings about this. Not the writer's choices here; I love that completely! A natural progression in Loki's story. But my joy is tainted by how closely they're following the Eddas now. Because Loki's escape from his prison heralds the beginning of Ragnarok. And Loki will die in Ragnarok. I don't want to see that play out in front of my face. I won't be able to handle the grief (spoiler alert! IW broke me. I almost walked out of the theater. Loki's death was legitimately fucking traumatic for me. I don't even care how pathetic that is. That grief was real, it was intense, and I still shake and cry when I think about it.)
Marvel announces that Thor 3 will be called Ragnarok. The internet treats this as a shocking revelation. I roll my eyes and mumble "duh" to myself and move on XD
Then they say Ragnarok will be a buddy comedy. I throw up a little in my mouth and no longer want to live on this planet. If they're going to make something called Ragnarok, could they at least treat it with even a fraction of the respect they've shown these characters thusfar? Jfc. I mean, I'll see it anyway, because I'm a whore for Tom Hiddleston lol. But come on, people!
I hated that they made Hel the long-lost older sister and Fenrir her fucking pet/attack dog. Those are my favorites of Loki's children! Hel is such an incredible badass that the early Christians named their dimension of eternal torture after her! They were terrified of her, to the point of naming the place that terrified them most after her. That's awesome! And Fenrir's just the best. I love wolves. Those two details, and Odin's retcon of "we're not Gods! ...lol, except your sister. she's totally a Goddess. and def gonna kill literally everything, so... good luck! byyyeeeee" pissed me off royally.
The rest was great. I genuinely liked this movie. Still do. And they finally used The Immigrant Song! That was pretty cool. If they'd thrown in Bring the Hammer Down and Thunderstruck, I might've called this movie perfect. XD
I wasn't totally in love with their portrayal of Loki in Ragnarok. Yes, the falling for 30 minutes line was funny, as was "I have to get off this planet" and "YES! That's how it feels!" And "Get Help" was funny as hell. But also, like... There is no way Loki would have been the dumb one in that first encounter with Hela. Also, he can teleport and project copies of himself and shit, so... He would not have been that desperate to go straight back to Asgard and bring her right along with them. Loki's not stupid. But whatever. Movie's gotta movie.
What I did love was seeing the slow mending of his relationship with Thor continuing, and the badass fighting on the bridge. I also loved that, like Real Loki, Movie Loki helped when help was needed, was quick and clever, and while he was carrying out the main plan, he was also planning ahead and grabbing the Tesseract. Yes, that drew Thanos right to them, but that's a whole other thing. Loki never would have left that thing on Asgard to be destroyed or lost.
And now Infinity War. Hooooly fucking shit. You know what? No. I'm not going into this. He was killed, years of character growth were erased forever, my heart fucking shattered. The end.
Endgame. IW hurt me so bad I didn't see Endgame until this year. I actually watched Civil War first (for context: I had actively avoided all Cap movies until this year because I fucking hate Steve Rogers. I find him insufferable. Did not realize what I was denying myself until I watched CW and finally saw the charms of Bucky. When he appeared in IW, I was so lost. XD I was like "...who dis? Murder Jesus?" also I just... didn't care. I was numb by then from crying through most of the movie over Loki)
So, anyway. Endgame. Loki picks up the Tesseract in alternate 2012, escapes, fans go "yay! he didn't actually die!" I go "yes he fucking did. Five years of his life, gone. Five years of growth and change, erased. Loki is dead. This will not be the same."
I was more right than I could have predicted. Now we come to the point of this rant. Sorry it took so long, but you were warned lol.
The Loki series makes me so angry I actually get sick to my stomach. It was fucking TRASH. When I praised Marvel for following Norse mythology so faithfully earlier? Yeah. I DID NOT MEAN TREAT HIM THE WAY THE OTHER GODS DID. I did not mean paint him as a pitiful clown, a joke, a caricature of who he truly was, with his pain and suffering played for LAUGHS.
This is supposed to be 2012 Loki, newly freed from Thanos' control. The Loki we saw in the beginning of TDW - snarky, exhausted, nihilistic. The Loki who rolled his eyes and said "get on with it" expecting to be killed.
The bumbling clown flipping on a dime from posturing to calling himself weak is not 2012 Loki. That is not ANY Loki. That is Tom Hiddleston in a black wig doing what he's told by a shitty writer who had no fucking idea what he was doing and was salty about his (bad) original script (for something totally fucking unrelated) getting killed.
In Episode 1, Loki is mocked, imprisoned, stripped against his will, tormented, belittled, and given a flippant summary of all the trauma Actual MCU Loki suffered that this one skipped out on, with no context, no acknowledgement of the trauma he's already lived quite fucking recently, and with the narrative twisted to not only erase all the abuse he's suffered, but to make it all his fault. And this is supposed to make him want to help these people?
And worse, IT FUCKING WORKS. WHAT?! I CAN'T- FUCKING WHAT?! Remember when I said LOKI IS NOT FUCKING STUPID?! So why is he STUPID?
Episode 2, he's a child. Mentally, this Loki is a fucking child. Now we've erased all the growth and development of his entire adult life. He's dopey, impatient, impulsive, desperate for a pat on the back and actually shows it. Yes, abused and neglected children crave the positive attention we never received, and we often grow up to be a bit emotionally stunted. But not all of us, and not Loki. Not as we've seen him EVER in the rest of the MCU. Playful and a bit callous at times? Absolutely! But not a big dumb fucking puppy.
Episode 3, a ray of hope, despite Sylvie! (I hate Sylvie) Loki casually admits he's pan/bi; labels never come up, but he admits to being with both men and women! He sings! Not really relevant to whether I approve of his portrayal or not lol but Tom has a beautiful voice, Norwegian ("Asgardian" lol) is a gorgeous, entrancing language, and I could watch that one bit on loop for eternity and never get bored. And then, finally, we see a glimpse - a glimpse - of Loki's power! He stops a falling building and pushes it right back up! Are we finally getting to see what he can really do? Will the next episode bring us Loki in all his glory?
Nope. 4 and 5 we see him mocked and pushed around and utterly irrelevant. Again. We see tiny reflections of what he could maybe theoretically do in other random Loki variants, but the "main" (lawl. main. it was the Sylvie and Mobius show. Loki was never the main anything.) Loki? Nothing. He wears his heart on his sleeve for no reason, bonds with the man who imprisoned, taunted, and gaslit him, is killed, and continues to be a moron and a joke. Always the clown. Always the dumb one. The one with the bad ideas. The inferior Loki.
Don't even get me started on that finale. I can't. This already took so much out of me. Fuck Marvel. Fuck this fucking show. I just... I'm done.
#loki#loki spoilers#loki series#loki negativity#loki hate#thor 2011#the dark world#ragnarok#the avengers#infinity war#endgame#fuck sylvie#fuck marvel#fuck disney#this show sucked#ragepost#rant#long post#ali is angry
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i am very much in a Djwifi Mood rn and you seem like the type of person to know djwifi fics so this is random but do you have any recommendations?
ALRIGHT ANON i’m gonna go all out on this one (and sorry for taking forever to respond sdjhskjgdh)
also these are (mostly) fics that i have READ and ive still got some in my to read so i’ll update this as i go :D
DJWIFI FIC MASTERLIST
to start, most of the things IVE written are djwifi (of course lmao)! just look through the “my fics” tag; i’ve also reblogged a bunch on my main blog @ultranimallover33 through the tag “fics”
tides also made a few recommendations you can find here and here!
Knighted by Thelastpilot (without a doubt my favorite fic tbh, written SO well, hilarious, nino and djwifi centered, princess and knight au, all the good stuff)
The Weight of Jade by Thelastpilot (haven’t read yet (for SHAME) but i already know it’s like the greatest story ever. absolutely iconic. (might wanna read Won’t Tell a Soul first tho))
Empty Chairs by Thelastpilot (good hurt/comfort based on an idea i love sO MUCH)
Butterflies by Risingmoon (definitely in my top 5 fave fics of all time it’s so SO cute)
Liveblog my Heart by sapphireluna (also very high on the fave list! it’s just!! so good!!!)
Starlit Conversations by InkJackets (another fave, i absolutely adore the perspectives and the slight angst it makes me HHHHH)
Cola Date by 3laxx (one of my absolute FAVORITES. i can read it any time and never be tired of it)
The Boy in the Green Jacket by Queen_BeeChloe (SO SO GOOD made me laugh so hard omfg)
You’re Still Here by tonguetiedcat (i adore this one omfg,, hilarious and adorable)
All’s Faire In Love And War by Kermode and RadamaZard (hilarious. excellent writing. renaissance fair!! everything amazing)
But I’m Weak by RadamaZard (my FAVORITE hurt/comfort fic i’ve read it so much and will continue to do so)
Peculiar Interests by myladyladybug (mermaid!alya befriending human nino what’s more to WANT)
kiss kiss (fall in love) by HiddenEye (one of the first ones i ever read. a hilarious classic)
Burst by melanshi (GAH i love the way this one is written. also made me ship rena x bubbler?? more likely than you think)
Kissing Booth by TiredHorse (Alya-centric, excellent djwifi at the end, funny classmate stuff. one of my faves)
How It Goes by Zaphirite (just dorks being absolute dorks)
If Only You Knew by scarslikeconstxllations (GOOD ANGST)
Operation Lovebirds by miraculous_me (yall FAKE DATING. CUTE AF ENDING. NEED I SAY MORE)
Phase Eight by miraculous_me (Operation Lovebirds sequel!! and it’s AAAAA)
Feeling The Sound by celestial_author (hilarious and so good,, made me feel things)
The Way You Smile by celestial author (SO SWEET I ALMOST GOT SICK)
I’ll Never Love Again by chatalyst (ANGSTY AF, I’LL NEVER FORGIVE U FOR THIS ANITA)
Go Back to Bed. You’re Sick. by CoffeeComicsGalore (lmao nino being a good bf and alya being a sassy sick lady it’s good stuff)
Bite Me. by Scarlet_Sea (Vampire!Alya?? HECK YEAH)
Withdrawl by Scarlet_Sea (cute phone conversations that make me squeal)
You’re Ethereal, Alya by an author that can’t be found :( (KISSES!!!)
racing through the dark by GuardianKarenTerrier (cute dorkiness that makes me ;0;;)
so this is love by pastisregret (ADORABLE CINDERELLA STORY OK)
Surprise Party by tbehartoo (hilarious and so sweet)
DjWifi FLUFF by Fandom_Trash (it is as it says, bro,, pure fluff)
i’ll be with you from dusk till dawn. by another unknown author (SO SWEET MADE ME CRY HHH)
Our Get Along Shirt by miraculousstorytelling (one of the funniest things i’ve ever read tbh)
All About Us by isyotm (collage au fluff let’s gooo!)
To Kiss or Not To Kiss? by claws-n-spots (aka nino being a giant dork, extremely good fluffy stuff)
Behind You by tinymacaroni (hhHNGHghngmhnfhghn...)
Hoodie Hoarder by PlaPla (gotta love these dorks)
For Once, Alya Let Him Be Cool by ramenrulz8P (PROPOSALLLLL)
Headphone Sharing, or How to Get a Date in a Foreign City by TakingOverMidnight3482 (gotta LOVE aus like this )
Knight in Shining Apron by 3laxx (hilarious. adorable. what else to expect from Toni’s fabulous writing?)
Late Night Talks and Forgotten Laptops by miraculart (another PROPOSALLLL +nino being an anxious bby)
A Place for Spring by yestomiraculous (written SO well and by golly the banter is amazing)
Candy by LoveGeek15 (more dorks being dorksss)
Blue Turtle by sagansjagger (slightly nsfw but SDJLGHSLDGH so funny like rip nino)
Twenty-Four Things I Love About You by HaydenFullwright (literally nino being a giant sap for 2800 words)
Trying by NotQuiteNerdy (actually havent read but ive only heard good things and i shall read it SOON)
Broken connection by cactus_con and Raging Flames by 3laxx are the ANGSTIEST stories i’ve ever read and both made me bawl uncontrollably
and ofc the christmas ones (there’s surprisingly a lot but theyre all so cute):
31 days of DJWifi by 3laxx (just a whole bunch of wholesome drabbles)
The best Christmas Present by 3laxx (SO FREAKIN CUUUTE HHNG)
Christmas Run by Their_Destinys_Writer (CUTE AF AND WRITTEN SO WELL)
DjWifi December... A Year Late by Capns_scrolls (good djwifi december fluffff)
Jingle All the Way by siderealSandman (an abolute MUST READ it’s so funny and i love the way it’s written)
He Loves Me by Thecrazydragonlady15 (aaa dorks being dorks)
Alya’s insomnia by Merricup (HHHNG CUTE FLUFF)
A Night on The Town by krzed (an incredible story that i love to read)
#asks#anon#djwifi#miraculous ladybug#alya cesaire#nino lahiffe#rena rouge#carapace#ALL THE GOOD STUFF!!!#and if there's some i missed dont be afraid to add!!!
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dance with me
request from nonnie! “Hello! Im terribly in love with your writing! I was wondering if maybe, Charlie takes Bill, the twins an (either oc or reader insert) to a muggle party and they’re all super confused but love it and Fred is completely smitten by the OC when she danced and maybe did something weird/special of your choosing. I hope it isnt much, lots of love for u and Mischief Managed! ♥️”
pairing: fred x muggle!reader
word count: 2.2k
A/N: my dudes i don’t even know what the fuck this is but i loved this request so much, didn’t mean to make it sad, sry, also you can interpret this how you will.. personally i think they’re both too vulnerable rn to ~get it on~ but i like to think that maybe fred would open his heart again after this and she’d mend his heartbreak..... brb making myself big sad !!!!!! but listen if you wanna imagine him pinning her against the wall and having the time of his life then go for it, man i'm just...... big into angst;;;;;;; pls reblog & leave feedback & things of the like, thank you loves
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The foggy, wet streets of the city were unappealing compared to the very comforting, open landscape next to the Burrow. The very last thing that Fred and George had wanted to do was follow their two eldest brothers in the frigid, rainy weather to some silly Muggle party in central London.
Especially Fred.
He didn’t want to be forced out of the one place that made him somewhat happy, especially when he was still nursing the heartbreak that had been causing him so much unpleasantness.
But they’d obliged, because Charlie had nearly pounced on the two of them about it, and they’d much rather go to this than be forced to sit inside the Burrow with pompous Percy -- although, since the war, he had admittedly gotten better at not being a self-righteous git.
The twins had a ton on their plate; not to mention, Fred wasn’t in the mood for any of it. They were dragged out of their business shop by Bill, who was adamant about the fact that they’d both needed a night out, and when they’d tried to persist, telling their eldest brother many times that they had too much to do before the newest shipment of magical inventions came in, Bill had nearly hexed the pair of them, causing them both to shut up almost instantaneously.
But now, as bright, fluorescent lights hit the middle of the room, highlighting you, your smooth and effortless dance moves, and the very lazy grin on your face as you sang along to the booming music in between sips of your drink, Fred wasn’t so huffy about being here anymore.
His heartbreak didn’t seem so heavy anymore.
At least right now, it didn’t.
Admittedly, Bill was right. They really did need a night out. They’d been so bloody busy working that they hadn’t even been to the pub in a few weeks’ time. Ever since the war, business had seemed to escalate, which was really saying something, considering it was incredibly busy even before all of this had gone down. The two of them hardly ever had a moment to breathe. Which, they supposed, was good for Fred. Kept him occupied, kept his mind at bay. But they reckoned they probably needed to hire some more help. Ron had reluctantly agreed to lend a hand. It was Hermione’s idea. A brilliant one, at that.
George thrust a beer frustratingly into his twin’s hands. “We’ve got so much to do, mate.”
“Yeah,” Fred replied breathlessly, truly not listening to a word George was saying.
Fred Weasley had always had it easy when it came to the ladies. They flocked to him, really. He didn’t like to admit it so as not to come off like an entitled prat, but it was true. It was probably due to the fact that he was always making everyone laugh -- something that came equally as easy to him. Perhaps it was his bright red hair that the girls ogled over. Maybe it was his wicked sense of adventure, and the fact that he was always landing himself in questionable situations more often than not. But that was school. He could easily impress those girls at school. He hadn’t had too in a while, though. He’d been happily tied up with the same person for years — that is, until he wasn’t. Until she’d picked someone else.
This was different, though. This was a Muggle party, in the middle of central London, in someone’s sweaty, sticky flat with a bunch of people he didn’t know. Fred couldn’t do magic here. He couldn’t impress someone with his inventions or with his stories about adventure without giving away the fact that he was a from a magical background. He couldn’t use his usual tricks in front of all of these Muggles or he’d be in a ton of hot water.
He also couldn’t let his very intense vulnerability and his rusty flirting get in the way.
But he wouldn’t be Fred Weasley if he didn’t try, right?
It was always easy for Fred to be able to flirt absentmindedly with women. But with his heart in a fragile state, he wasn’t so sure it would be easy tonight.
Bill, picking up on his younger brother’s locked knees and fingers gripped tight around his beer, stopped in front of them. “You alright, Fred?”
“Yeah,” Fred said again, clearing his throat and swigging a bit of his drink. He then thrust the nearly full beer into Charlie’s hands, who furrowed his brows in a confused look. Fred continued, “More than okay. Hey, you guys have fun -- I’ll catch up with you in a bit, alright?”
He left his brothers standing at the other end of the room as he pushed through tons of people. When he’d finally made it to the middle, you were gone. He casually swerved around, peering all around the room to try and meet the gaze with the eyes he felt like he’s known for years already. He then spotted you toward the corner, pouring yourself another drink. His feet began moving before he could register exactly what he was doing; so quickly, in fact, that he hadn’t even heard the obnoxious exchange of words and laughter from behind him from his brothers.
“Merlin, can we go anywhere without Fred picking someone up?”
“Give him a break, mate -- he hasn’t seen anyone since everything unraveled with the last one. It’s been almost two years. Reckon this is good for him — for me, too.”
“Wish it was that easy for me to pick someone up, bloody hell.”
With his heart pounding unnaturally against his ribcage, Fred slid next to you and too began to pour himself a drink, glad to have gotten rid of that beer that Charlie was now undoubtedly guzzling. He opened his mouth to speak, but much to his surprise, you spoke first.
“Ahh -- a whiskey man, are you?”
He was taken aback at the sultry sound of your voice; maybe it was because the music was pounding in his ears, or the fact that you were this foreign person he desperately found himself wanting to know, and very quickly. He looked down at his drink, and then up at you. You were already sipping yours. “That a bad thing?”
“Not necessarily -- though I haven’t decided yet.”
The slight eyebrow raise you gave him made his insides twist. It was too early in the night for nerves. He swallowed them down as he took a swig of his very strong drink. “Haven’t decided, hm?”
You turned to him and then around to face the rest of the party. You inched closer and crossed your arms over your chest, and nodded. “There are three different types of men here tonight, you see. Those, over there,” you pointed with your pinky finger to a bunch of very frat-like men sipping lazily on their beers or glasses of wine, “they’ve come looking for something casual. Not so casual as far as one nighters go, but a fling. Something of the like. Those over on that end,” Fred followed your finger over to a very messy looking group of men who were dancing far too close with some women in the middle of the dance floor -- they looked like they all needed to get rooms. Separately. Merlin. “You know the type of night they’re looking for.”
Fred couldn’t help but snort a bit as he sipped casually.
“And then there’s you. Sipping your whiskey. Cute as ever.”
You turned back toward him and he raised an eyebrow. He was now feeling a bit self-conscious — he was both thrilled and equally embarrassed at being called “cute” by a woman as stunning as you, way out of his league and probably having quite a laugh yourself. He didn’t even know your name. What would you say next? You’d already deemed him the “third type of man” in the room, but the fact that he was a standalone, and not lumped in with another group, made him feel both overwhelmingly relieved, and also slightly terrified. But he tried to play it cool.
“What about me?”
You brought your hand to your hip and wet your lips, pondering this. A small smirk spread itself across your face, the fluorescent light flashing across your eyes. “I dunno yet,”
He liked that. He liked that you didn’t know anything about him. He liked that he didn’t have to be the bloke who made jokes to lighten the mood, the guy who loved messing with people, or the boy who got his heart broken by a girl who’d never really cared for him at all. He didn’t have to be any of those people. He could just be Fred.
“Haven’t decided, I reckon? Like the whiskey?”
You smiled; it was bad enough that Fred was losing his mind solely at the perfume you were wearing, and the fact that this conversation was going absolutely nothing like what he’d planned. Your eyes met his and your voice was soft when you leant in closer, “That’s what makes it so bloody dangerous.”
He didn’t know what the bloody hell you meant by that but he didn’t seem to mind, especially when you grabbed him by the shirt and led him to the dance floor again, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you as some slow song he’d never heard blared through the speakers in the corner.
“And to think — I was just going to come over here and see if I’d even be lucky enough to have a chat,”
You laughed at this, shutting your eyes whilst doing so, and Fred noticed something sparkly painted on your skin toward the edges of your eyes. “What can I say? You’ve intrigued me.”
Perhaps he could do this without any magic. Bloody difficult to not talk all about it, though.
Perhaps his vulnerability would subside, and he’d be able to talk and flirt and dance without thinking back on his own overwhelming heartache that had rendered him nearly useless the last few months.
But after a while, he stopped worrying. The music was so loud, your laughter so infectious, that he’d forgotten all about all those stupid jokes he’d wanted to make about his shop, about Hogwarts, about the magic he’d learned growing up. It wasn’t until you’d asked him to be in the moment with you that he’d truly remembered them.
“Just,” you’d started, tugging gently on the collar of his shirt and biting your bottom lip as another song played loudly, “just be here with me, okay?”
Fred wondered, as glassiness seemed to fill your eyes through a grin at him, if you, too, were in need of this night out.
Maybe you were nursing some kind of heartbreak, too.
Maybe you were also trying to find some type of normal.
It was in your tone — in the way your voice trembled slightly when you’d said be here with me. He didn’t think you were looking for something like a fling, like those guys you’d pointed at before. And he definitely knew that you weren’t looking for one night and one night only, like those sloppy people he’d kept trying to avoid on the dance floor. Maybe, like you’d said, you just needed him to be here. In the moment. Just the two of you, shoes heavy against the hardwood floor, eyes sparkling underneath the lights.
He realized, when he peered down at you and felt some type of warmth for the first time since his own heart was crushed in its vulnerability, that he just needed you to be here with him, too.
So when you leant forward slowly, trying to read his expression, to see if it was okay to do what you wanted to do, he leant in too, pressing his lips gently to yours in a spark of electricity for the first time in Merlin only knows how long.
And what he tasted on your lips sent him spiraling.
When you pulled apart, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “What?” You asked nervously, biting down on the bottom lip, desperately trying to hide the smirk that was growing on your face.
“A whiskey girl, eh?”
You shrugged casually, as if it meant nothing. But you both knew it meant everything. It was just strange, he thought — your first interaction just hours ago, the conversation you’d held, and how you were here, now, entangled together. You wiggled your eyebrows at him — and he was surprised that he found it both innocent and incredibly alluring. “Told you it’s dangerous.”
You sipped the very last of your drink before tossing your cup into the waste bin. Fred reckoned he could stay here all night, forgetting about all of the things that kept him up at night, the things that had been making him so bloody prone to unpleasantness for such a long time. He wanted to laugh again. He wanted to smile again. He wanted to love again.
When you cocked your head to the side and smiled softly at him, beginning to mouth the words to the music, he reckoned he might just be able too.
Then you tugged on both of his hands, placed them delicately across your waist as you locked your arms around his neck again, you said over the booming of the next stupid song you’d undoubtedly sing every word too,
“Just dance with me, Freddie.”
#fred weasley#george weasley#fred and george weasley#weasley twins#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley reader insert#fred weasley imagines#fred weasley fanfic#fred weasley fanfiction#hp fanfic#hp fanfiction#hp imagine#hp imagines#weasley twins imagine#weasley twins imagines
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26/03/2021 09:30
i know i know i know i haven’t done this for 12 days i Know i just totally forgot 💀
Day 15- Tag someone who you think would get along just right with you.
please these tag people challenges are so fucking hard bc i don’t interact w anyone on tumblr, i ong don’t even take note of the username half the time when i see posts ... but like most the vetblrs seem rlly cool, i like them
Day 16- What’s you go-to coffee/tea/beverage order?
uhh i don’t go to coffeeshops much but usually a frappucino?
Day 17- Share with us your feel good playlist.
oh boy, idk about feel good but it’s usually what i put on when i need a mood boost
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2sp6RxleswCpAgQIMafO1v?si=FGtL1yijQTyIBn-GXjdirw
Day 18- Tag someone who’s blog you constantly check.
@vet-and-wild their stories are just so entertaining and their reblogs are cool
Day 19- Tell us about your online experience (is it sometimes overwhelming? Do you feel like its a great way to get in touch with people? What’s something that you love seeing on here?)
very hit or miss, for the last couple years it’s been pretty good once i got liberal with the unfollow button, or just minimising interaction w people i don’t like. in the last .. 3ish years i’ve met some rlly cool ppl who’ve become my closest friends now which i think is a nice thing about the internet.
Day 20- What are three things that inspire you?
oei i’m kinda basic but .. whenever i see people (in media mostly bc i ? don’t like idolizing people) get up and keep fighting? Like they rlly get put thru the shit and still get up, and i know it’s fake but it still motivates me.
also i follow like a bunch of vetblrs and they inspire me i Guess but not like “i wanna be like them!” but more just.... they got thru vet school and they’re working the career i’ve wanted for so long, i can get through vet school too.
🎶MONTERO (call me by your name) - lil nas x
#godzilla roars#zoomester studyblr challenge#studyblr#study notes#study space#study aesthetic#studyspo#vet med#veterinary medicine#anatomy#uni#university#sunnynbhd#heyharri#problematicprocrastinator#academiix#serendistudy#long post
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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 3
Rating: Explicit.
‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it’s own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.
Summary: You’re Peter’s classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you’re lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!
A/N: Peter always unapologetically stealing all the uwus. It’s the MCU law, sorry, didn’t make it. Tony Stark can ✨rail me✨. Enjoy, deviants.
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Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! She deserves THE WORLD! I’m not kidding. Please visit her and show her some love, my homegirl is stressed 💖✨
I didn’t see Bruce nor Tony for a week. The doctor was away on some science conference (he sent me one dorky selfie next to a whiteboard full of barely intelligible equations as proof), Tony was in California, having some sort of a board meeting. How do I know? Peter, out of lack of better things to do, constantly texted me updates on his science patron’s whereabouts and what-abouts.
In times like these, it took me for a loop - I was on a first name basis with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. In the beginning, I was intimidated - I avoided them both like the plague and tinkered in the lab with headphones on whenever I could, until Tony made a comment so snarky I couldn’t resist joking back. That’s not to say Bruce was a social butterfly, but even he gave into my tomfoolery after seeing me stand calmly throughout several of Tony’s hissy fits.
What amazed me even more so was that despite Tony being literally an insufferable little brat, I still longed after him. Sure, the man was hot as hell - but his physical traits were much less significant when it came to my feelings towards him than the amount of sheer drive and willpower he possessed. He was stubborn - that’s another trait we shared - and unapologetically himself in every damn situation.
I could write poetry about the million expressions in his face, about the shine in his eyes.
But I won’t. He’s a technical guru. Ever since I started hanging around the tower, I became much more conscious about what I posted online. Not to say I had a Stark fan blog or anything, but I’d stopped scrolling through the tag, even if I didn’t actually click on any articles. I dutifully reblogged pictures of Tom Ellis instead - while he was a very fine, distinguished man, he wasn’t Tony Stark. I enjoyed looking at the first and enjoyed being around the other. And even though my feed still had the occasional “I love arm” shitpost, I focused on aesthetic pictures and quotes instead - things I had an active internet presence for.
My personal life wasn’t very interesting. I didn’t have any close friends and any and all sex I’ve had was just a bunch of one night stands, fueled by alcohol, selfish lust and the occasional joint. Despite having a fair share of kind, generous lovers, the morning after left me feeling a little bit emptier every time. I thought about getting a boyfriend or something… But quickly became totally clueless as to where I could find one. Men under twenty-five could barely hold my interest long enough to have a casual chat and I wasn’t naive enough to think there were a lot of honest, well-intentioned thirty-somethings that wanted to date my high school ass.
Peter had a crush on me, I knew that. The boy developed one or another kind of feelings for anybody who showed him the tiniest bit of kindness and it alarmed me. In any other case I would have bailed on him, gently, of course, to spare him the disappointment but my selfishness got in the way. I regretted it every day. A wave of desperation rose in me every time I thought about moving on without seeing Tony or Bruce, without Peter shyly smiling at me as he explained how the things he created worked. A faint hope that one day, his schoolboy puppy love will grow into a brotherly kind of regard was the only thing that kept me afloat in my sea of guilt.
As the Fall rolled around, so did my gloomy mood. It was hard to be sad when the sun was shining and the birds were chirping outside, but with clouds hanging over the city like a lead curtain, the bottled up negativity rose to the surface uninvited. Mother had returned from her business trip, adding an uncomfortable, hollow sort of chill to the house wherever she stood. I don’t know what was worse - the hours we spent in one room ignoring each other or the immaculately structured questions she asked me about my studies and extra-curriculars. Mother didn’t ask me about my friends, or my feelings or any of the other things a mother was supposed to give a damn about.
I was an asset to her company and that was that. If you would have asked her, she would tell you I’m old enough for her to mind her own business - which was technically true. Yet according to her, I’ve been old enough since seventh grade. My dad answered his messages sporadically, sometimes with a two-word answer and sometimes with a cocaine and booze fueled rant eleven texts long. I felt sorry for him. I really did.
My phone was blowing up. Party invitations, likes from people I saw once or twice (“oh my god, you’re, like, so hot, what’s your Insta”), DMs from guys looking to score an easy piece of ass. I never answered. If I wanted to party, I just sort of showed up and everybody went along with it. I took care of my appearance and it showed - never once was I turned away from a party. Everyone wanted to dance, to share their drinks, to light up and get faded together and fade into the city, into the cold air and grey sky.
Skirt swaying and top clinging to my chest, I danced. The sweaty, heated bodies around me did the same. Not one of us cared, it was a Tuesday night and the place packed way too many people. An arm snaked around my waist, startling me. I had to begrudgingly crack open an eye to see the bastard in the dimly lit room.
“I saw you at the bar, you looked bored. Maybe you need something to cheer you up?”
So not a creepy rapist. Just your friendly neighborhood drug dealer. At house parties like these, there was always The Guy. He never danced, he sipped on the same drink all night yet always looked like he was having the time of his life. I was no stranger to the occasional joint, or even something more stimulating…
“I got the good stuff, sweetums, you’ll be fine and dandy in no time.”
Eh, what the hell. I inconspicuously danced with the guy to the middle of the crowd, exchanging a few crumpled dollar notes for a baggie of two pills. In no time, I chased one down with a hastily poured Jack.
The world did become better, as the drug dealer promised. People were nicer, friendlier and I almost didn’t believe mother was a useless, stone cold bitch. I almost didn’t care that I was deeply, madly in love with a man as unreachable as Olympus. If I squinted, the guy sitting at the bar looked kind of like Tony, tan, dark hair, worn jeans and a band tee.
So I danced. I danced and I stared right at him and then we danced some more. I closed my eyes, letting his arms grab me and pull me, I let his beard scratch my neck where he sucked a mark on me, I let his rough palms choke me against a wall in one of the bedrooms on the second floor of the house. It felt good to be wanted. It felt great to be needed as he rutted inside of me, hitting that sweet spot with every twitch of his hips.
It felt lonely when he left, pressing a kiss to my forehead and saying something dumb like “Be good, kid.”. I don’t remember what exactly it was, only that I had to turn my face away from his breath that reeked like weed and vodka.
To shake off the void that made home inside of my chest, I went to the roof to get some fresh air. The house had a nice patio on it - I actually knew the owner - that hosted more plants than I’d care to count. There was an ashtray and an abandoned pack of cigarettes. I greeted the faintly blooming sunrise surrounded by a cloud of smoke, shivering in the autumn mist.
Sounds of the party became less prominent with every passing minute as people geared up to go home and get a few winks of sleep before going to work. New Yorkers weren’t really thoughtful partying on a Tuesday, but then again, neither was I. The city always was busy - even then, at the crack of dawn, the dull throb of a bassline was rudely interrupted by a blaring car alarm followed by dogs barking in aggravation.
The more I sat there, the bleaker everything became. I had enough common sense to know I was just coming off the drug but for once, I had been happy and content for several hours without a care in the world. It had been too long since I felt that way and what’s a little low after a good high?
Mother left for her early conference at five AM sharp, I entered my house at five-thirty, making a beeline in the shower and immediately dumping my alcohol and cigarette soaked clothes into the wash with the smelliest detergent I could find. I gave similar treatment to my body and my hair, using the chemically-smelling products on my body and on my hair, brushing my teeth multiple times.
By the time I was leaving for school, only a faint smell lingered in the air where I’d previously entered, so I set the air freshener to automatically spray the obnoxious mist every ten minutes. Mother gets home at twelve for lunch, that should be more than enough time for any remnants of my partying to disappear into the lilac and lavender fumes.
The Valium I’d popped to deal with the aftermath of Molly made my brain sluggish. One look in the mirror and I hastily put my sunglasses on - the ashen colour of my face and the slightly crazed look wasn’t very complimentary to my complexion. The teacher didn’t give a damn. I stared blankly ahead of me for most part of first period.
“What happened to you? You look like hell!” Peter’s exclamation, while usually would’ve alarmed me, barely made a dent in my stupor.
“I feel like shit, too,” Admit what you can’t deny. Deny what you can’t admit. “I didn’t get any sleep. Like, at all.”
Peter frowned, the crease between his eyebrows growing deeper with every passing second. I flinched when his hand tentatively touched my forehead - the pounding in my temples slowed to a dull throbbing but it was still unpleasant when someone was all up in my space.
“Jesus, you’re as cold as a corpse. Maybe you should go see the nurse,” His worry bled into me too. Like hell I was going to the school nurse! They were specifically trained to recognize the signs of substance abuse.
“I’ll head home straight after school, I think we’ll have to skip our sciencing,” No way also I’d be letting Tony and Bruce see me like this. Oh my God, I was a mess. “Mother’s home.” I added. Even the emotional frostbite I’d get from being around her was more tolerable than being a downer for Peter and Tony.
Peter’s face immediately softened in sympathy. He knew almost everything about my relationship with my family, including him actually seeing my mother that one time. He told me she gave him the creeps and I don’t blame him at all. The stoicism that was required for her work made my mother an unbearable person to exist around outside of her fancy office on the top floor of a glass high-rise building.
“Okay, but promise to text me if it gets worse. You might have caught the autumn bug that’s been going around,” He obviously said the last part to calm himself down. Sweet little Peter, naïve child. I solemnly nodded nonetheless.
When I got home, I went straight to bed. Tony was being Tony, as usual, but in a strangely kind way. I suppose it should’ve made me feel better and it kind of did, but then it went downhill from there. I couldn’t explain why I started crying. I bawled my eyes out at how unfair this god-damned world was and when the doorbell rang… Let’s say, the delivery boy hightailed it out of there once the bag of takeout was deposited into my arms. I looked and felt ghastly.
I ate as much as I could and dropped into a restless nap, drifting in and out of sleep with exhausted exasperation. There had not been a time where I felt so low after popping a pill and I was equal parts alarmed and satisfied. For one, the drug dealer didn’t lie like they usually do - the stuff was good and I still had the other pill hidden away in a bottle of painkillers, inconspicuously mixed with other white pills but shape distinctive enough for me to recognize should I have need in taking it again.
The thought of well, taking it again, was fleeting. I had school tomorrow and a missed science bender to make up for. A few buzzes of my phone later, I felt happier. Better. Not so down anymore. I meant every word that I said - Bruce was very precious, kind and gentle. And so, warm and soft. And totally kissable.
Well, fuck. What do I do now?
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Thunderfam Appreciation Post
I’m giving this a new post to prevent scroll city, but the original and several reblogs can be found by clicking the above link. Also, it’s an excuse to post a piccy of Virg cos any excuse, really :D
Many thanks to @willow-salix for writing this question list :D
Before I start, I just want to say that I value every member of this fandom. I’m often hopeless at communicating in group settings so I don’t speak to many peeps, but that is my failing, not anyone else’s. You are an amazing group and you have supported me and each other just brilliantly over the last nearly three years that I have been hanging with you guys. Thank you ever so much for all your wonderful support and encouragement. I’ve had so much fun and created so much stuff…you guys are amazing. Thunderfam rock!
Please note that my memory is pathetic and I will fail to mention everyone. Please do not take any offence if you aren’t listed below. That does not mean I don’t value you, I do, it just means I have swiss cheese between my ears.
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Your favourite writer of your favourite boy.
@i-am-chidorixblossom You are a whumper and comforter after my soul. You speak the Virg :D @vegetacide I adore your turn of phrase and your description is to die for.
The person who's stories you will always read.
I try to read most fics that come across my dash, but there are a few that have me jumping up and down. @i-am-chidorixblossom , @vegetacide , @tsarinatorment , @scribbles97 , @the-lady-razorsharp , @janetm74 Of course, I regularly fail at this as some of you write a huge amount of fic and I am often playing catch up, but fic!
Who wrote the first fic you read in this fandom.
I landed on FF.net back in May 2018. I immediately ran into @the-lady-razorsharp who I knew from another fandom ten years prior and she was absolutely wonderful, drawing me in and introducing me around. I gobbled up several of her fics in the process.
Person you can talk to for the longest without a break.
I am hard to get started, persistence is required, but once started, it is usually hard to shut me up. @scribbles97 @vegetacide and @tsarinatorment have all discovered that. Dangle a Virg, a plotline and stand back.
Person you can't be trusted to be left alone with.
Um, @vegetacide and I have plotted out the entirety of Warm Rain together…poor Virg. Add @the-lady-razorsharp into the equation and Virgil ends up with a beard, dressed in leather and riding a Harley – that was a hilarious evening. Between @tsarinatorment and @janetm74 Virgil gets grey hairs and has to go rescue Scott – because Scott inevitably ends up in the story :D @scribbles97 gets the blame for Gentle Rain – expand your horizons she said ::headdesk:: But then there was the time I left one random line about Eos visiting Virgil in the shower and went to bed. I woke up to hilarity and chaos as Thunderfam took the idea and ran with it! Love you guys :D
Person whose fic made you cry the most.
I know there were at least two fics that made me cry, but for the life of me I can’t identify them. I did cry writing my own fic – Flannel – and don’t tend to reread it for that reason. Purupuss traumatised me with A Quiet Day to the point I had to put it down and walk away for a bit ::wails::
Person whose fic made you laugh the most.
I have no idea. I know there are fic out there and I know I’ve read it, but without a complete list of everything I’ve read, I don’t have a clue.
Person whose fic made you think the most.
Aaaargh, I don’t have a master list so can’t remember everything. Staring at my paltry favourites list on FF.net (which was mostly gathered three years ago and never maintained), Purupuss’ ‘Brothers in Arms’ and her whole Quiet series has me wanting to write a Scott-Virgil telepathic fic (and she has given me permission to run with the idea, I just haven’t actioned it yet). Counterpoint by Swallow and Amazon is amazing and likely contributed to Sotto Voce.
Person you have laughed with the most.
I’m really not liking this ultimate one person idea. I’ve laughed with a lot of people in this fandom. I’ve candy cannoned a bunch of you as well :P There has been mad plot cackling, evil conspiring, fic written to stir pots and delight on purpose. Hell, I’ve even written fic that was purposefully a giant virtual hug because I’m so far away that even if half the world wasn’t in isolation, I couldn’t hug most of you. Sure, I talk with some of you more than others, and there is laughter in those chats…oh, god, so much cackling, poor, poor Tracy boys. But then there are also so many smiles both vocalised and not. Thunderfam is one of my happy places. Bring on the belly laughs :D
Your comfort fic that you'll go back and read again on a bad day.
I will often resort to my own fic when I’m really down simply because it helps me get to sleep :D and it is kinda tailored to me ::grins:: (and my memory is that bad I often forget what I wrote anyway – yes, it is that bad) But there are also a few on my FF.net favourites list. Mostly hurt/comfort in a Virg flavour. Cheesycheese, nhsweetcherry, A Small Rescue by Nalina, Breathe Easy and Under the Weather by @loopstagirl – several of hers, in fact – the Virg ones :D Pretty much anything that has Virg fainting and being looked after apparently :D Chiddi and Veggie fic, of course.
Favourite piece of fan art.
I have never been so honoured by artists before. This fandom has some amazing skills and I have been gifted some beautiful works. You guys are amazing (I keep saying it like a broken record, but you are).
Again, I’m stuck on having to list one and I can’t. I think Fanart Appreciation Month in January pretty much summed up my opinion.
Who have you known the longest in the fandom.
@the-lady-razorsharp followed by @vegetacide both wonderful peeps. I can’t miss out on @weirdburketeer either for her amazing support almost from day one.
Favourite OC.
I have to say that I really enjoy reading about Ray from @i-am-chidorixblossom ‘s fics :D He is so gentle and kind and just ::sigh:: Virg likes him lots :D Selene by @willow-salix is, of course, a major presence in the fandom and amazingly written. @hedwigstalons ‘ Claire is lovely.
Person who supports your work the most.
The Thunderfam? There have been some wonderful people who support all the time. @hedwigstalons @cg29 @janetm74 @weirdburketeer in particular have been amazing support liking and commenting on just about everything I write. I honestly don’t know how they do it. Plus several peeps over on FF.net and Ao3 who support me over there.
And then there are the poor souls who put up with me in chat and listen to my wibblies and whining and character checks and field random chunks of writing that get thrown their way. @scribbles97 @vegetacide @the-lady-razorsharp @tsarinatorment @i-am-chidorixblossom @onereyofstarlight @godsliltippy @willow-salix @janetm74 all have had random passages thrown at them at all times of the day and night by a crazy me begging for feedback. Does this work? Is this in character? Am I insane? What the hell is Scott doing? Is this John??? I give up, tell me what to do? Virgil is driving me insane! So, um, yeah
Person who's progress you are the most proud of.
I love those peeps who appear in fandom who start off poking around commenting and generally being lovely and then all of a sudden get out their own pens and start writing and they are frickin’ amazing! Both @janetm74 and @hedwigstalons come to mind in this department. Like holy cow – ‘here is my first fic and I’m not sure’ ::reads it:: Omigod! Where did you come from? That was amazing. Sit down here now, keep doing that writing thing, bloody hell! I think being brave enough to pick up a pen and join in is a major thing :D
Person who's story you think is underrated and should be read by more people.
If I find fic I like, I reblog it and shout about it. What I like is definitely skewed in a Virgil direction and this dictates often what I’m going to read first. I can’t reblog what I haven’t read. So, this equation will always be skewed by ‘reasons I haven’t read a fic’ which mostly involves either Virgil or the fact I’m juggling RL. So, my answer to this is if I think a fic needs to be shouted about, I shout about it.
Something you think people would say about you.
She’s nutty.
Silliest 'thing' you do with someone.
I’ve been known to write fic on the fly directly into chat windows to try and distract peeps going through shitty times.
Favourite pairing you now Stan because of someone's fic.
Virgil/Kayo because of @vegetacide for reasons I have blamed her for multiple times. @the-lady-razorsharp and @weirdburketeer were accessories to the fact.
Favourite headcanon from someone's fic.
Um, Virgil and coffee? I got that from somewhere and it has infiltrated my fic…a lot.
Ultimately, though, I feel most people I interact with contribute to my fic and how I’m feeling. This has been a wonderful experience. I try to return the support as much as I can, but sometimes it is a juggle between writing more, my stupid fluctuating mood, the demands of RL and my own creative drive. I hope I’ve helped a few peeps, because you guys have certainly helped me ::major group hug::
And yes, I hug a lot, because to be honest, I have no other descriptor to communicate how I feel, so you get buckets of hugs :D
Tagging the Thunderfam. Feel free to grab these questions and run with them. You’re all part of the gang whether you write, read, art, gif, screenshot, chat, babble, stare at Virgil all day...I know I do a lot of staring.
Nutty
(Thunderfam rocks!)
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