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#the relationship black women can have with our natural hair because of white supremacy is terrible#nb this post isn’t anti relaxers it’s just my experience#but yeah I remember when I decided to stop relaxing my hair and to go natural#because I didn’t want to have to conform to white standards of beauty to love my hair#I was loose natural for like a year but couldn’t stick with it because the maintenance was so much that it was making me hate my natural#hair even more#so then I decided to get locs#which I always thought were beautiful because my mom had locs growing up#and so did a lot of her friends#and the first year or so of the ‘ugly stage’ of locs was rough 😭#but I stuck with it#and now that I’m almost 4 years into my loc journey#I’m realising this is the first time in my life that I genuinely love my natural hair#and am proud of it
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new rgg fans will never know what they missed back in ye olden days of the fandom (like, 2019), doubly so now that scott strichart's deleted his twitter and jon riesenbach's privated. twitter was so fucking fun and then whatever-the-hell at sega of america happened and caused a fucking snowball effect and now we have shitass localization and resulting discourse that makes every release nigh unbearable, misinformation, confusion, people complaining about "bad writing/mischaracterization" not realizing it's because of the shitass english loc, i'm sitting here like jesus christ these loc bitches massacred saejima's character voice, people will never see him as he was intended, as original yakuza 5 localization Correctly painted him, and now they're coming for kiryu. god help us. we used to be a proper fandom. before everyone was subjected to the remastered localizations and shaky eng characterization. no one had even played yakuza 3-5, people still called morning glory "sunshine" orphanage, kiryu was our only protagonist and people still called him "boring", it was beautiful...
anyway gaiden uses affective instead of effective because the current localization team is full of careless dumbasses who don't give a fuck about ensuring they're using correct english grammar and this is not an isolated incident
#ada speaks#ive been playing through the series again from 0-5 and. yeesh#it goes from LIFE IS GOOD. LOC IS GOOD. to. oh.#yakuza 5's original localization is near perfect and they couldve made it better but instead#they opted for the cost cutting approach and decided NOT to retranslate and instead#just fucking. re-localized the localization and SO much is wrong. so much.#im playing simultaneously with a friend (myself on ps3 them on pc) and seeing the differences#and it happens in y3r and y4r too where#the original line is localized > the remastered line takes it and runs with it bc they have no original translation context#ie. in 3 rikiya says he likes 'wild' dancers. (re: strip club) it gets localized to be him liking 'aggressive' dancers.#in 3 remastered he says he likes AGGRESSIVE DOMINEERING WOMEN and that gets his Gears Turning#or. in 5 shinada says that uno is 'a little sad up top' re: his hair. and 5 remastered he says 'kinda mopey'#because they misunderstood the original english loc and so. completely fucked up the line to mean something else entirely#its like broken telephone#the same is SOMEHOW also happening in 8... i dont know HOW but somehow it fucking is#meanwhile im revisiting zero and going OH YEAH GOOD CHOICE. THAT MAKES SENSE. GREAT WRITING. WOW THAT'S AN A+ INTERPRETATION OF THAT LINE.#i miss the old loc team so bad. bring me back.#its mostly frustrating because i can see the shitass eng writing and still enjoy the game beneath it (unless it's not voiced.) but#i feel so bad for everyone flying blind and forced to take the loc at face value#its been like this since lost judgment but the main story was Fine (if a bit rushed) because. scott was still doing his thing#the substories in lost judgment also felt like they were of the same calibre (shit.) as remastered and. idk.#it seems like its been a shitshow at SoA behind the scenes for Years#and it shows.
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Lesson 1: "White Man Painted Black"?
Okay, I recognize that this is a strong foot to step off on! But! If you learn nothing else from this series, if you decide for whatever reason to forsake me: this is the ONE perspective I'd like you to take away!
You may have heard this quote before, when Black fans deride a character design as 'a white man with the brown bucket tool'. On its face, it means exactly what was said. But specifically, what it means is that we recognize that whomever designed the character drew the way they normally draw for a 'default' character in their mind- default usually meaning White/Eurocentric features- and they added a shade of brown within the line art to make that character now 'Black'.
Now if you're feeling defensive, wait just a moment! This discomfort is not inherently a bad thing!
I'm going to use both a 'real world' example first, to show you what your Black fans and peers are seeing, and perhaps you will also understand our discomfort!
(if anyone was curious, my folder for this lesson is titled 'brad' lmao and you'll see why)
(I'll have y'all know that I actually worked very hard to make Blackface Brad look mildly presentable lmao I'm sorry, I'm wheezing, I can hardly breathe looking at him 🤣)
You see how, despite knowing where this was going, and using one of the darkest shades of brown in my Skin Tones arsenal, you still know that that's Brad Pitt? That nothing about his hair texture, his lips, his nose, or really anything other than the palette change... changed? And you can still see that?
It's incredibly hurtful to be told that that's supposed to be you. You know it's not, you know why it's not, but rather than hearing how it makes you feel unseen and what they could do to be better (since they wanted to draw a Black character!), the artist lashes out at you.
And as an artist, you might have worked VERY HARD to do this! That might be a real handsome guy you drew!! But... is he really Black? Did you walk into it with the intention, that you were drawing a Black Character, or did you draw a character that just happened to be Black? It seems like a silly thing, but it matters!
Okay. I just finished laughing over Brad. Now let's get into some more perspective changes:
Now, imagine you drew a character. You want to make her Black, so you change the hair and skin colors. All right! You have your Black character... right?
Changed ONE feature about her? (You should obviously change more than one feature, but let's just go with the simplified example.)
What if, instead of just changing her palette, we changed her:
Hair?
There isn't nearly enough time in the world, let alone in this little scribble and blurb, for me to describe the IMPORTANCE of Black hair in Black character design. There are so many ways to do curls, afros, braids, twists, locs, SO MANY HAIRSTYLES!! Get used to searching in the 3C-4C hair textures!!!! I plan on doing an entire lesson or two on hair alone, but suffice it to say, Hair Texture is thee BIGGEST giveaway that you 'painted a white person Black'- from cartoon styles to realistic! It reveals itself in your writing as well- just based on how your character takes care of their hair, how your describe the texture, how other people might perceive it... it lets me know just how much research was done. Because we can have straight hair! But again, that's a conversation for a whole 'nother lesson so- come back later 👀?
Lips?
I love our lips, I really do. There's a long history of shaming Black women in particular for the way our lips look. So when I see them done in all their glory, it makes me very happy. Two-toned lips vary in shade and intensity, so make sure you're using references if you want to be 'realistic', but it doesn't have to be that hard. Even a little subtle shift like this in the design/story description lets me know that a creator was thinking about me.
Nose?
One thing I've noticed ever since I starting drawing is that... people in a lot of mangas/manhwas barely have noses! I admit, out of all the features on the face, the nose isn't the most important. I think they should be, especially when you want to emphasize that your characters look different! People have different types of noses! I especially want to gear this towards those with a goal of drawing realistic portraits and the like- there, the nose is ANOTHER dead giveaway. There are Black people with aquiline and straight noses- we aren't a monolith- but is that why you drew it? Consider why you went for that nose specifically. That's part of the intent, in all this!
Now, you might be looking at me and going "Ice... this is just character design". To which my answer is: Yes! It is! It feels so basic, and yet if you ask your Black friends/peers how often they've come across this feeling of not being properly drawn/written, from fanart to professionally produced works, it's unfortunately common despite how simple of a concept it is.
I hope that you can walk away from my first lil lesson with new eyes. Remember, it's the thought that counts, but the action that delivers!
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my eyes only.
earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader
SUMMARY: miles belleves that you're for him and for him only, no sharing. not even with your best friend.
GENRE: angst to fluff
WARNINGS: bickering/arguing, suggestive(?), kissing, idk if this counts as toxic miles lowkey right in his anger but at the same time is he fr, jealous miles, y/n is lowkey a walking red flag, cursing, man idk
AUTHORS NOTE: the autism is rlly autisming with this movie </3
“baby you not stupid and i know you aren’t, why you acting like that?”
“miles, leave me alone.”
“nah, cause i already told you ion like him, why you still talking to him? you fuckin’ with him or sum?” he narrows his eyes at you, clasping his hands in between his legs while cocking his head to the side.
“im not having this conversation with you, call me when you done having your lil tantrum or whatever.” you ignore your boyfriend's scowl as you slide to the end of his bed and silently load everything into your coach tote bag, incoherently mumbling to yourself.
“the childish shit im talking about man.” he shakes his head, twin braids following suit. he gets out of his rolling chair, snagging the bag from your hands and holding it above his head where you can’t reach.
visibly annoyed, you roll your eyes at the tantrum he was throwing. before you had even dated him you laid down all possible icks, including your best friend. you told him how your relationship with said best friend was non-negotiable due to the significance he held in your life before miles. before miles, he was the one who you cried to, who you confined in about your family, your feelings, your insecurities. though after getting with miles you weren’t as close with him, he was still your best friend.
“miles give me my shit, don’t piss me off.”
“why? what you hiding? ain’t no way you not messing with him.”
in the stillness of his room, your phone rapidly vibrates inside your bag, miles interest immediately piqued when his fingers curve around the device, the name “dante <3” flashing on the screen.
he laughs to himself, but you knew better than to think it was a laugh of amusement. the manner of his laugh was deeply provoked, a telltale sign that it had an underlying meaning. he sends you a hard look, “so we adding hearts now too? bet.” he says while answering the facetime call.
“y/n?” dante calls out to you, the camera panned toward the ceiling, his ruffled locs in frame.
“nah she busy right now homeboy, what you want?”
“uh okay? can you ask her if she can retwist my hair this sunday?”
“nah.” he blatantly answers.
“huh?”
“dante hang up!” you call out from behind miles, to which he sends you another glare. before dante can respond miles hangs up, turning his whole body to face you. “so wassup?”
“miles give me my phone.”
“your phone? ma this our phone.” you roll your eyes once more and quickly snatch your phone from his grasp, shoving it into the tote bag and slipping your black crocs on. “don’t text my phone either.” you yell on your way out slamming his room door, silently praying that mama rio wasn’t home.
it was getting more and more difficult to manage the pit that sat in your bosom from the fight you had with your boyfriend earlier. you were used to talking to him in your dimly lit room around this time, your hands playing with the loose coils at the back of his head while saying cheesy things to each other, exchanging light pecks and subtle touches.
you groan loudly, tired of sulking to yourself you decide to get up from your bed, do your makeup and take pictures. you sit at your vanity, shuffling your playlist while opening up your makeup bag.
about 20 minutes into your routine, you hear incoherent voices coming from just outside your door. you tip toe towards the door, peaking your head out to see miles, helping your mom set the dinner table while engaging in small talk. “yeah, basketball’s good.” he says, smiling at her with all 32 pearly whites.
“y/n’s upstairs, ill call you guys down when dinners ready.” she smiles, coaxing him towards your room. you quietly shut the door, scrambling towards your vanity table, acting as if you had not witnessed the scene that took place just outside your door mere seconds ago.
you hear him quietly enter and creep up behind you, the mirror capturing his movements. you line your lips, ignoring your lovers presence even when he wraps his arms around your torso and repeatedly kisses your face.
“who you looking all fine for?”
you greet him with nothing but silence, putting your manicured finger over his lips which he attempts to bite.
“oh so it’s like that?”
“yeah, it’s like that, and I didn’t invite you over. go home.” you get up from your position, walking towards the door that he left open, closing it.
“what i told you ‘bout that mouth? you got all sorts of attitude today.” he argues, trailing behind you.
you scoff while crossing your arms, turning around and mean mugging him. you watch as he takes a moment and backs up, giving you a once over. the argument that had him so worked up earlier dissipated into thin air, his focus now on the biker shorts that hugged you a little too tight, and the cropped cami that hung a little too loosely. you watch a ghost of a smile adorn his lips.
“nasty ass.” you snap him out of his thoughts.
he snorts, taking a seat on your bed and pulling you in between his legs. “you still mad at me?” he questions you, raising his brows.
“it’s not gonna magically go away miles, you didn’t even try to apologize, showing up at my house at 8:00 kissing me and shit isn’t gonna fix anything.” it was the truth, and you weren’t backing down from it. you wanted an apology, you weren’t willing to go any further with him till you got said apology, you couldn’t push this to the side.
“y/n, baby, you know i love you but im not fucking with the way you making it look like im wrong for feeling the way i feel.” miles argued.
“because you are wrong! i told you about him before we even got together, you can’t expect me to drop him in 2 seconds just because you asked, he’s my best friend!” you argue back, keeping your voice down cautiously due to your nosy family on the other side of the door.
“no ma, im your best friend, you for my eyes only.”
“if you came here to argue with me you should just go.”
“we don’t sleep mad at eachother, we fixing this right now.” he says, dragging you into a straddling position atop him, his arms momentarily wrapping around your waist. your eyes dart around your room, refusing to make eye contact in fear of folding immediately.
“i just want you to put it this way, you got this fine ass girl, right? but then she got this ugly ass—“
“miles.” you warn him.
“… she got this boy best friend that she always on the phone with, always going out with, and she always wanna see him when you’re right there. she always talking about him, texting him when with you, answering his calls.” for the first time in a while you realize how off that sounds, maybe you had been the wrong one, though your stubborn nature made it hard to admit it.
he begins to speak again, “im not asking you to cut him off, im asking you to minimize how much you talk to him—im a guy and i know how we think. you might think y’all homeboys but he plotting on you, just think of it like that baby.” he finished while rubbing the skin of your thighs in slow tender circles.
“im sorry.” you quietly murmur under your breath into his shoulder. just barely loud enough so he can hear. but no, he had to hear this, you admitting you made a mistake.
he taps your thigh, “speak up, cant hear you.”
“you heard me, don’t be annoying.” you said when you realized his true intent, embarrassed by how you had previously acted.
miles snickered to himself, “ma?”
“yeah?”
“my fault for getting loud with you earlier, i didn’t mean to do all that.” he admitted, kissing your shoulder blade.
you remove your head from the crevice between his neck and shoulder, repeatedly giving him big smooches on the lips in acceptance of his apology which he gladly returns.
the moment is ruined by knocking on the door. you scramble off his lap which ultimately ends with you landing on the floor with a thud. snickers come from your bed, a deadpan expression immediately sweeping over your features.
“hope y’all not in there being nasty.” your mother calls out, “get decent and come downstairs to eat.”
love, berry <3
#miles morales x reader#across the spiderverse#atsv miles#atsv x reader#miles morales x you#miles morales x y/n#earth 42 miles x reader#earth 42 miles x you#earth 42 miles morales x reader#miles morales
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just sitting here high asf thinking about getting the sloppiest head from aot guyzzz…*HEAVY ASS SIGH* let me wish upon a star hoping someone could write about this for me…*LONG HEAVY EXTREME SIGH.*
⁺ . ✦ Favorite eaters ⁺ . ✦
(Eren Y. Armin A. Connie S.)
A/N: ugh yes girl ik the feeling … im to sitting here wondering how nasty eren would eat the kitty…BUT ANYWAYS TYSM FOR 600!!! NEXT STOP 700!!! AHHH!
Synopsis: Aot men as your favorite eater.
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♡ Eren ♡
Ughh omg..Eren giving you nasty head after he pissed you off…The type of head that makes you run away in shame!!!
“Givin me an attitude ain’t gonna get you anywhere, you know better den that.” Eren scoffed, while tossing a blunt over to you.
Oh boy how he was so undeniably wrong.
You could tell Eren was unamused with your bullshit. He wasn’t taking you ignoring lightly at all.
“You gon fix it or am I, figure it out.” he whispered in your ear. You stood on what you dished out, you weren’t fixing shit.
You chuckled at him in response, how stupid he was to think you were going to pipe down.
That was until he found his way between your thighs..
One hand tangled in his brown locs and the other one holding a blunt. Best combo..
You lazily rutted against his tongue while his piercing twirled against your puffy clit.
It was so hard to look him in the eyes after he made you cum on his tongue 3 times.
“Still got an attitude baby?”
Let’s just say..you ain’t had one after that.
♡ Armin ♡
Oh..lawd. I said this once i’ll say it A FUCKING AGAIN. Armin is a pussy eater expert. He’s VERY talented in that ‘field’..
This man has no problem eating it for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Hell, he will wake up and decide he’s hungry and start going crazy.
That’s how your morning starts..with Armin stuck between your thighs eating it so you can wake up.
Eyes barely opened and you’re already on the verge of cumming..his way of saying ‘goodmorning’.
He so eager to do it too. Sometimes yall could just be watching netflix and he will insist on eating you out.
“Well, I mean, the show is kind of boring. Just come on, it will be quick.” He’ll beg and beg, “Please, I know you’re tired, I can help you go to sleep faster!”
His contact name is NyQuil in yo phone! (If you know. you know .)
When he say fast..oh baby he mean fast. That tongue can move at speeds you didn’t even know existed.
But his favorite time to get to munching is before you go to work.
“We got 10 minutes Armin.” He don’t need even need 10 he will make you cum in 5.
♡ Connie ♡
Ex! Connie getting fucking wasted and coming back home and eating you till your cummin everywhere…
I just know he eats it with his grillz on..I just know.
You want nasty head? Connie is your man for it. He gonna make it SLOPPY SLOPPY.
“Baby whatchu mean, we supposed to be in love..” his words slightly slur, he had a fuck boy grin plastered over his face. “stop acting like you ain’t happy to see me.”
He wasn’t supposed to be there and he knew that. But you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, especially when he was telling you how much he missed you. “Cmere baby i’ve been missin you..” & “I know you mad at me lemme change that.”
if ‘Let my face be yo chair’ was a person…
Sitting on his face is a pleasure to you and him. He gets to see his (ex) girlfriend and you get some head.
A win win in your books!
You grinding against his golden grills while his hands rub your waist up and down. “You got such pretty moans, lemme hear em baby.” & “Uh-huh, let it out mama.”
He’s looking you dead in your eyes while doing it too…
“You made such a mess baby. Don’t worry go to sleep, ima clean it up.” UGH THIS MAN….
best ex ever!
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going absolute feral for these men it don’t even make any sense.
#eyena writes♡#eren jeager smut#eren jeager x reader#eren smut#eren x black fem!reader#eren x black reader#eren x reader#eren x y/n#eren x you#eren yeager#aot smut#armin smut#armin x black reader#armin x y/n#armin x you#plug connie#connie x black reader#connie smut
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You take care of their hair
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Luffy, Buggy, Mihawk, Sanji, Zoro, Usopp
Buggy
Buggy hair is long and truthfully very beautiful. He takes pride in it secretly even if he doesn't let anyone know- When you get there and start taking care of his hair it flourishes.
"You have such pretty hair!" Yoj gush as you moisturize the long blue locks
"SHUT UP!"
He is like a l'oreal model at this point and will step out to do shows with his hair down sometimes. Loves it when you wash his hair too and will make cute noises when you scratch his scalp. Enjoys the nice scents you add to his hair as well.
"Oi- I like the Candy Apple scent more-"
Sanji
Oh Sanji is a sap for this, Taking your willingness to care for his hair as a show of love- however that's for you to decide if it is.
"If this is how we say we love each other I gladly accept~"
His hair can be a bit tricky, It's a lot thicker then most would assume and can hold scents of whatever he was cooking. Paired with the fact his hair will be lighter on top compared to the bottom due to the sun bleaching it. However he does love it and finds cleanliness important.
"Vanilla please my love~"
Luffy
He is a struggle- Getty Luffy lanky ass in the bath is a pain in the ass and washing his hair is even more troubling. His wide curls like just act as a magnet for everything it seems and you have to go picking through it.
"Is this a damn cookie?!"
Once you get his hair to be a untangled it's really pretty. Dark shiny curls that reflect the sunlight like a halo. While he still fussed he's more willing as time goes. Will randomly talk about whatever comes to mind, or eat snacks as you comb through his hair.
"I like the Ocean Breeze soap more (Y/N)"
Zoro
Oh Zoro- He tries to dodge you every chance he gets. It takes you catching him when he was hiding in the storage closet and ended up falling asleep.
"You smell like a barn- Move you ass..." You will threaten. Making him grumbled but comply non the less.
He's just as bad as Luffy but will just sit and pout as you wash his hair. Luckily it's short but it can get very oily- especially with how much he trains. You will also help him trim his hair, keeping it as even as possible. While he doesn't say it, he does appreciate the care. Will fall asleep as you do his hair.
"Mint- Mint is fine..."
Usopp
While you do wash his locs for him most of your time is spent separating and retwisting them. Buying good oils for his hair and spending a least and few solid hours retwisting the new growth on his hair.
"How does your hair grow so fast?!"
You question as you sort through the locs one by one and every two weeks washing them and reapply products to them. Usopp appreciates the help truthfully, since it takes away something he has to do for himself. He will tell stories as you do his hair, talking about made up adventures and tell jokes.
"Hmm I am tied between the Coconut scent or the Passionfruit both remind me of this amazing adventure I had once-"
He picks both.
Mihawk
Mihawk is used to doing his own hair, smoothing it back to fit under his had with ease. However when your jolly ass appears it seems you must take control of the situation.
He doesn't mind however, enjoying the pampering. Enjoys the sensation of you running your fingers through his hair. His Hair needs some serious moisture so you add a small bit of oil to it, Especially since his hair is surprisingly thick, dense and likes to frizz. It's not surprising to find some fuzzies from his hat in his hair as well.
"Your hair spikes up so much- Like a chicken ass-"
Will grumble in disagreement of the comparison however continues to let you handle his hair, will also take care of his beard and adds nice beard balms as well as line it up for him- If he feels like letting you. Will read while you do it and sip his favorite wine.
"The bergamot scent is very nice-
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Part Two
15 days before Christmas Steve Harrington flinches when the Christmas lights strung along the arcade flicker.
Eddie only notices because he makes a habit out of keeping an eye on questionable people when he's out and about.
Watches Harrington recover with a little shake of his head and a roll of his shoulders, as Gareth finishes up his shift, swapping cashier positions with Jeff.
Dustin and Lucas stick around long enough to greet Jeff as Eddie stares, before scuttling off to Harrington's car, pushing and shoving each other the whole way.
Eddie frowns, but decides to put the whole thing out of his head.
He doesn't need his little lamb's adoration of evil high school figures to poison his day.
xXx
12 days before Christmas and Eddie is starting to realize Harrington is everywhere.
There's a little holiday display the town center has put on. A temporary ice rink surrounded by dazzling lights, hot chocolate stands, and plenty of things to see.
Wayne and Eddie, with their traditional day of Christmas shopping complete, stroll within it, a cup of hot chocolate in hand. They never buy much--can’t, but it’s still something fun for Eddie to do with his Uncle and so and he bounces about with glee as they people watch.
A familiar shriek hits the air, and Eddie turns in time to see Mike and Dustin collide on the ice, while Lucas and his sister skate literal circles around them, laughing.
Unable to pass up on the opportunity to tease, Eddie flies to the edge of the rink, waving his hand and demanding one of the kids do a flip.
"A flip!? Eddie, I can't even skate a circle!" Henderson shouts, at the same time as Wheeler adds;
“Let’s see you try and skate with these idiots!”
“Sorry Wheeler, I think getting on the ice with you might be hazardous to my health.”
“Shut up!”
Delightful banter officially traded, Eddie turns to find his Uncle in a conversation with Steve Harrington.
Grin immediately faltering into a frown, he approaches cautiously right in time to see Wayne clap Harrington on the shoulder.
“It gets better.” Wayne says gruffly, in that tone he uses when he’s trying to give deeply emotional advice without the emotional part.
The younger boy gave a hard nod, muttering something that might have been “Thanks.”
Eddie jerked to a stop several steps away, but close enough for Wayne to see him, to know he was done and it was time to go.
Thankfully his Uncle picked up the signal, and made his way over, so the two of them could finish out their lap around the town center.
"He’s one of your classmates, right?" Wayne asked, as they turned away from the rink, Harrington back to watching the kids laugh and play around the ring.
"Not anymore." Eddie scoffs. "That's Steve Harrington."
Wayne hums noncommittally.
"As in, the rich Harrington's.” Eddie prods, because come on everyone knew who the Harrington’s were, just as everyone delighted in rightfully shitting on them. They weren’t good people. “As in, the assholes from Loc Nora?"
Another hum.
Then; "People are more than their last name, Eds. You should know that."
Eddie jerks back, stung at the admonishment.
Wayne’s not mad, never is, but Eddie recognizes his Uncle’s disappointed tone loud and clear.
"One of the gifts you got from me was seein’ through people's bullshit.." Wayne continues, before sucking in a draw on his cigarette. "I'm surprised you didn't see through his."
‘I don’t want to see through his!’ Is what Eddie wants to say, but keeps it to himself.
Changed the subject instead, shoulders hiked to his ears, because Harrington having some kind of claim on his new players was one thing, but his Uncle!?
He didn’t care about whatever crap the guy was going through. King Steve has been an ass for as long as Eddie had known him, the kind of bully whose downfall you cheered for.
Sure it was petty, but guys like Harrington reveled in pettiness.
So who cared if Eddie didn’t want to look closer at him now? Harrington wasn’t a lost lamb.
He was at best, an injured wolf, and no amount of sad looks was going to make him any safer to be around.
xxx
9 days till Christmas and Wheeler is having a tantrum that's delaying Hellfire's holiday oneshot.
"I don't get why he hates Christmas so much. He didn't even know Will when he disappeared!" Mike snips with his arms crossed.
Dustin is across from him, a furious scowl on his face, as Lucas stands between, a physical barrier between the two.
"As usual, you're talking out of your ass, Mike." Henderson spits, furious. "He was in Will's house with Jonathan and Nancy. That's reason enough!"
As if that makes any kind of sense, but then this isn’t the first argument that went into weird territory like this. Eddie’s always prided himself on pulling stories out of people, earning secrets and truths with a well trained ear and a smarter mouth.
The freshman though, were proving to be a hell of a challenge.
Mike throws his hands in the air. "I'm just saying, we all have way more reasons to hate Christmas, but none of us are acting like the grinch!"
“I know you can only have two good thoughts a day without breaking your brain, but you're being so stupid." Dustin thunders. "Did you ever think Steve might have other reasons to hate Christmas!?”
Eddie almost groans aloud, because of course, of fucking course, this is about Harrington.
The guy was a goddamn ghost at this point, hellbent on haunting Eddie’s entire life.
Didn’t even have the courtesy to die first!
"Guys." Lucas stressed, hands now firmly pressed against Mike and Dustin’s chest. “Come on, we’re wasting time. We can talk about this later.”
“Oh don’t worry about that Sinclair,” Eddie purred, making the three of them jump, as though they had forgotten they had a full ass audience in the form of the rest of the club. “I’m just docking their HP points for every minute they hold up the game.”
“Shit!” Dustin and Milke yelled as one, scrambling to get to their chairs.
Gareth and Jeff snicker, Grant making it known he was over their antics with a look that could have burnt gold.
Eddie clapped his hands once, hard enough for it to echo throughout the room. “If everyone is done bickering,” He announced, slipping into his DM voice, “we can begin our tale…”
He launches into the story he’d planned, and enjoys pulling everyone into it, all thoughts of Steve Harrington left behind.
xXx
5 Days before Christmas and Eddie is panic shopping.
He’s not the one panicking, nor the one shopping, but he has a car and friends who know where he lives, so he’s woken up at an ungodly hour of the morning (10 am) by Gareth, Grant, and Henderson of all people.
“Gareth’s sister took the car again.” Grant explains with dramatic, rolling eyes at Eddie’s exasperated face.
“I’m sorry you planned going shopping five days before Christmas?”
“Well--no-” Grant continues at the same time Dustin and Gareth yell protests.
They talk over each other for a moment, loud enough to make Eddie crave coffee and the comfort of his bed.
He runs one hand through his frizzy, bedhead hair before yanking it out and waving it around to catch his friend's attention. “Alright, I get it! You all decided to do white elephant gift thing last minute, and are now scrambling."
"Speaking of which, you're invited." Henderson tells him with a cheeky grin. "We're doing it on Christmas Eve."
Of course they were.
"Please man? It'll be fun." Gareth pleads, as Grant shoots him his patented puppy dog eyes.
Eddie sighs.
"I'll do it, but!" He sticks a finger in the air as grins broke out, "I'm demanding food and coffee and payment!"
With that he retreated from the door, stomping back to his room.
"Good coffee, too!" He hollers as he throws on clothes, happy chatter breaking out among his friends.
Several arguments and one run to the best to-go coffee shop in town, and Eddie was following his buddies around as they wandered through downtown Hawkins.
Since the mall had burned, shopping options had been rather limited, shops slow to reopen.
It made it difficult to buy things last minute, but Eddie found it was actually kind of fun as Henderson explained the rules they'd all agreed on (hopefully, Gareth added, because the rules had been passed along in pieces.)
"The goal is to get outrageous, funny stuff." Dustin explains as they browsed the local bookstore. "Nothing more than fifteen dollars, and nothing Christmas-y."
Eddie raises an eyebrow. "Nothing Christmas-y?" He echoes curiously.
Dustin nods, serious.
"Yeah. Christmas can be kinda a downer for some people. We came up with this as a way to celebrate without all the holiday stuff involved."
"Some people like Harrington?" Eddie guesses, sinking feeling in his stomach.
There's no way Grant and Gareth would've agreed to do a gift exchange with Steve Harrington.
Right?
Dustin sighs dramatically, whole body heaving.
"I know you've got a weird hate-on for him, but this time of year is really hard on Steve." He snaps, exasperated. "It's not my place to talk about it outside the Party, but he doesn't deserve to deal with it on his own."
There's that word again, Party.
Capital P implied, just as it implies that it's a group that Eddie is firmly excluded from.
It stings as it lands, an unintentional insult that reminds Eddie that his newest little lambs have secrets they refuse to share.
Nevermind the fact that Steve is clearly included.
Eddie collects secrets like candy, but his poking and prodding had yet to get him a solid answer on the mysterious "party."
Rather than press, Eddie raises his hands in surrender.
"Easy there, tiger. No offense meant."
Full offense meant actually, but Eddie wasn't in the mood for a full blown Henderson Rant.
Dustin narrows his eyes, but takes his words at face value. "You know, you guys would really like each other if you both just got over yourselves."
Eddie snorts, but covers it by playfully shoving Henderson's cap down into his face.
"When hell freezes over maybe. Now look, they have a new science fiction display!" The last part is sing-songed.
Thoroughly distracted, Dustin lets the conversation drop, much to Eddie's relief.
(Because really him? Liking Harrington?
Not in a million freaking years.)
xxx
It's Christmas Eve and Eddie is staring furiously at Steve Harrington's house.
"No one told me he was involved." He hisses angrily, knuckles white on his steering wheel.
"Oh my god, stop being dramatic." Dustin rolls his eyes as he talks, unbuckling himself. “I told you Steve hates Christmas, so this is how we’re including him!”
Jeff is looking equally uncomfortable, even as Lucas and Mike fall out of the van.
Gareth's car is behind him, Grant with him.
No doubt they too, are staring at the massive house in front of them in horror.
Slowly the elder Hellfire members file out, standing in a clump as the younger members rush forward.
They storm the door like they live in the damn place, fluttering about like moths.
"What the hell." Jeff mutters quietly to Eddie's left.
"Yeah guys, what the hell." Eddie repeats, shooting a glare toward Gareth and Grant. "No one mentioned this part!"
"We didn't know." Gareth defends angrily. "This was all the freshman!"
"Are you idiots coming inside or not!?" Robin Buckley of all people yells, appearing in the now open front door.
Or rather, one of the front doors, because Harrington is rich enough to have two.
"Shit." Eddie mutters.
"It's not weird if we just--leave, right?" Grant mumbles, shuffling from foot to foot.
"It's very weird if we leave." Jeff responds flatly.
A flare of anger ignites in Eddie. It comes from Steve Harrington invading this entire holiday, and Eddie finally has a chance to catch him off guard.
He'd be damned if he let it pass by.
"Brave faces men." He says, tossing his hair back with a jerk of his hand. "We're storming the castle."
Struts forward determinedly, present in hand, fully planning on making Harrington as uncomfortable as he had made Eddie.
Unintentional, or not.
xXx
It's the day before Crapmas, the one holiday Steve hates, and he's somehow been sweet talked into hosting the kids white elephant exchange.
Which was fine--they were welcome in his home anytime and they knew it--but they'd conveniently forgotten to mention this was a Hellfire Club event.
As in, Eddie "the freak" Munson and his crew of three other dudes whose names Steve doesn't know (but who probably knew his.)
"I dunno man, I wasn't the best person to a lot of people." He worried at Dustin this morning, when the brat had sprung it on him. "This probably isn't the best idea."
"Please Steve!? It's too late to change the venue and you promised you'd do a holiday thing with each of us!" Dustin whined on the other end.
At least he had the forethought to not actually use the word "Christmas."
"You did everyone else's, you can't skip out on mine!"
Everyone else's was simple shit like taking them ice skating, or shopping, or making gingerbread houses.
Not hosting a whole ass party with four people who likely hated his guts--and for good reason.
Which Steve repeated to Dustin, staring vacantly at his carefully decorated house.
Once again, his parents had called in designers to come keep appearances, sending along their usual message that they may or may not be home depending upon various work factors.
"We just never know anymore with your father's job honey." His mother slurred on the phone, four years ago. "We'll make it up to you, sweetheart. Promise."
Like more money on his credit card could fix years of ruined holidays.
(At least them being gone was better than forcing Steve to perform in their horrible holiday parties. Dressing him up like a doll, gathering drunk adults around the piano to make him play horrid Christmas songs.
Showing him off like a well trained dog, complete with finger snaps to signal him to move on to his next trick. )
“Steeeeeeve-!”
As always, Steve crumbled under Dustin's badgering.
"Fine, fine!" He’d said. “You're responsible for letting them know me and Robin are gonna be there though!”
Robin, who’d been laying on his couch, poked her head up at her name.
“They’ll know!” Dustin had promised.
Then abruptly hung up, like the brat he was.
Now four half-terrified, half-murderous looking dudes were staring Steve down as they awkwardly stood in his living room, and he had the wondrous realization that Dustin had probably sprung this on them too.
‘Little. Asshole.’ Steve thinks, but plasters the best non threatening smile on his face.
“Hey, uh, guys.” He says with an awkward little wave.
He gets three sets of glares and one impressive looking spooked face back.
Mike and Lucas were already tackling the snacks he’d put out, cheeks full of chocolates and popcorn. Dustin was re-arranging furniture to his liking, and Robin, in-between her four classmates and Steve, glanced at both sides and rolled her eyes.
“Steve, go pull the pizza out of the oven. You lot, come sit down, you look like you’re about to bolt.” Robin snaps, making everyone sans the kids jump.
Happy for the distraction, Steve quickly retreats to his kitchen, overhearing Robin try and get the elder Hellfire members to identify themselves.
Chatter fills the room, slow at first, but it becomes more fluid with Robin’s ruthless prodding. The pizza ends up needing another five minutes, which suits Steve since he hadn’t had time to pull out drinks.
He’s bent at the waist, pulling out various cans when Dustin loudly announces his presence by barging into the fridge and smacking Steve’s ass with it.
With a yelp, cans fly everywhere as Steve drops them, bouncing off the floor and rolling across the kitchen.
“Henderson!” He gripes, standing up as the kid grins at him. He has all his teeth now but the smile will probably always feel cute to Steve. By-product of knowing the little shit for far too long.
“Sorry Steve.” He says dismissively, before stepping aside with a dramatic flair. “Now stop being a total housewife for a second and meet Eddie!”
The sound of cans still rolling ringing in his ears, Steve finds himself staring into Munson’s eyes.
Who looks all too delighted to have seen Steve fumble.
“Thought you were a jock, Harrington. What happened to those reflexes?” He smirks, and Steve feels his face flush red.
“Yeah well,” Steve says, hand reflexively rubbing the back of his neck, “Turns out hanging around kids kinda ruins them.”
This is clearly not the response Eddie was expecting.
Nor is he expecting Dustin to loudly announce that; “Steve once played a D&D campaign with us, but he totally ate it as a cleric. You should give him some tips, Eddie!”
Now it’s Steve’s turn to smirk, because Munson looks completely thrown.
“Is…that a joke?” Eddie asks carefully, looking between the two of them.
Dustin shakes his head. “Nope! You can ask Lucas’s sister, she was there.”
He then glances down at his watch, and gives the biggest fake gasp Steve has ever heard (and Steve once sat through Will and Mike acting in a play for their English class, while Nancy and Jonathan silently suffered second-hand embarrassment next to him.)
“Oh shit, I forgot something! Be right back!”
“Language!” Steve calls, as Dustin shoots out of the kitchen. “And be careful not to trip on the cans!”
Munson, who looks like he’s taken a wrong turn and ended up in the Twilight Zone, stares at him. “Did you seriously play a cleric?”
“Weave Healington was a brave man who sacrificed himself in a time of need.” Steve tells him seriously, just to see the guy’s reaction. “May he rest in peace.”
“Weave Healington.” Eddie deadpans.
Steve, keeping his face blank by the skin of his teeth, nods.
“Please tell me that wasn’t the pizza you just dropped.” Robin says as she flies into the kitchen, interrupting Eddie’s face rapidly cycling through different emotions with a badly wrapped present in her hands.
“Stevie boy dropped the pop, Buckley Bird.” Eddie says, recovering quickly. “I would not recommend drinking out of anything currently laying on the floor.”
“Noted.” Robin says, pausing to stare at the cans scattered about. “Hey Steve, did you wrap your weird eyeball thingie? Or do you want me to do it? I dunno how long the kids are gonna wait.”
Like a dog hearing a whistle, Munson’s whole head tips sideways. “Weird eyeball thingie?”
“Oh my god, it’s this--I don’t even know how to describe it. Like an alternative ouija board? It says it’s a “fortune telling game.” Robin makes the quotation marks with her hands. “It has this giant, ugly eyeball in the middle.”
She leans forward conspiratorially to add; “It glows in the dark.”
“Oh my god, Steve, your gift is Ka-Bala!?” Dustin says, bouncing up like a damn jack-in-the-box. “I’ve always wanted that game!”
“Robin!” Steve hisses, because of course she’d announce that right as Dustin would pop back up.
“Oh shit.” Robin says, shooting him an apologetic glance. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your gift.”
Steve sighs dramatically, but keeps a small grin on his face so Robin knows he’s not really upset. “Guess I’ll have to go find a new one--which means your punishment is that you and Dustin are now in charge of the pizza. And also picking up all the cans.”
“Curses.” Robin says flatly, before breaking out into a grin herself, while Dustin whines.
“It’s probably for the best.” Eddie says, though the guy sounds weirdly like someone desperately off balance and scrambling to fix it. “You know you weren’t supposed to pick cool gifts, right Harrington?”
Steve raises his eyebrows at him. “Cool? It’s kinda weird. It’s disgustingly neon green. And Robin forgot to mention it’s a board game.”
He pushes Dustin’s hat down as he walks by, and laughs aloud when Eddie follows up by knocking it right off Henderson’s head.
“Hey!” Dustin squeaks, hands darting to cover his hat hair.
He’s ignored.
“Neon green, giant eyeball, fortune telling board game?” Eddie sums up. “Yeah might have to murder Buckley because that sounds rad as hell.”
Steve snorts as he walks down the hall and up the stairs, somehow unsurprised to find the metalhead is following.
“You want it, Munson?” He asks as they hit his second floor, Steve aiming for his fathers office. “You’re welcome to it, I never even opened the thing.”
“What do you want for it?” Eddie asks, following Steve right through the door, before stopping dead.
A typical reaction to someone walking into his fathers stuffy, stupidly expensive office. Like the rest of Steve’s house, it looks as though it was transported straight out of a magazine. Everything is shiny and worse--unused.
“Nothing, man.” Steve said, standing in front of said desk now with his arms crossed. “I mean it, it’s still got the plastic on it. You’re gonna have to sneak it by Dustin though.” He turned to smile at Eddie, feeling like they were sharing a joke, “He might physically fight you for it.”
For some reason this made a hell of a blush streak across Munson’s cheeks, before the guy coughed and swung into the office behind Steve.
“He can try.” Eddie managed finally, voice a shade higher than normal.
As he always did to social things he didn’t understand, Steve just ignored the change.
“Why’d you never play it?” Eddie asks, as Steve scans the shelves of stupidly expensive knick-knacks.
“Someone trying to impress my parents got it for me one Christmas.” He says with a shrug. “They wouldn’t let me open it then, and I forgot all about it until I was digging for something else.”
“They don’t care about it now I take it?”
Steve can’t help the snort that leaves his throat. “They’d have to be around to care.” Then to get the conversation back on track, says; “Okay, I’m thinking the shitty World’s Best Boss trophy.”
He points to the gaudy thing, all shiny from the ass kissing the person who’d purchased it had done in hopes Steve’s dad would give him a raise. Or not fire him, Steve never knew which it was.
"I take it your dad’s not gonna be here to care that it’s gone?” Eddie asks, walking up to stand next to Steve.
Another grin appears on Steve’s face, shared conspiratorially with Eddie when he looks over to the metalhead. “That’s my gift to myself man. I’m gonna see how long it takes before he notices it’s gone.”
Eddie whistled, quiet enough to not hurt Steve’s ears. “Fuck the old man, huh?”
“Absolutely.” Steve agreed, stepping forward to fish the trophy down.
“Gotta say man, you’re surprising me. I didn’t expect such a thing from you. Especially since Henderson told me you hate Christmas.”
Steve shrugged as he turned back around, new white elephant gift in hand. “Yeah it’s a thing I’m trying.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Not hating Christmas?”
“Not being a dick. Which,” He shook the trophy, “--means sticking it to the biggest dick in my life. I think I’ll always hate Christmas.”
Eddie snorted a laugh, then looked startled, like he hadn’t expected that reaction out of himself.
Steve grinned at it.
“You uh--you know if you ever want to talk about the hating Christmas thing, I think I get it. Or can relate. Sorta.” Eddie says, and it’s so stilted that it takes Steve a moment to figure out what he’s offering.
He almost asks him if he’s kidding, but thinks better of it.
“I think I’m less cut up about it then the kids are but, for what it’s worth--thanks.”
Doesn’t think he’ll ever take anyone up on that offer, epically not someone who doesn’t know that an entire hell dimension exists under them but--
It’s nice. To have someone recognize that Steve hates it. That there are reasons he might.
He recalls suddenly that the man at the ice rink who’d also seen through his melancholy was in fact, Eddie’s Uncle, and briefly wonders if this just runs through the family.
“Come on, I gotta wrap this and then get back downstairs before Robin and Dustin burn the house down.” He says instead, because he doesn’t want to get in his own head about it. Not tonight, when he knows the kids have gone out of their way in an effort to celebrate the holiday without making him feel like he was celebrating it. “Or worse, they start the white-elephant without us.”
“After you, my liege.” Eddie says with a dramatic bow.
Steve pauses awkwardly for a moment, before giving the world's most careful curtsey back.
(Laughs loudly as Eddie almost falls on his face in surprise, before the older man scrambles to chase after Steve, out of the office.)
xXx
It’s 12:00 pm, making it officially Christmas day, and Eddie Munson is rapidly re-evaluating his entire life.
Well perhaps not all of it, just the parts with Steve Harrington.
They’re playing the best white-elephant game Eddie has ever participated in, a cutthroat competition that’s filled the house with shrieks and laughter.
Henderson’s gift, cat-paw shaped mittens with “You’ve gotta be kitten me” scrawled on the back is the current winning prize, with Mike’s salt and pepper shakers made in the shape of two pigs “porking” being a close second.
The worst gift is a tie between the eye searing scarf Gareth’s mother had created (complete with bedazzled gems) and an abomination of a stuffed animal Grant insists is an ET doll.
It looked like a deformed llama sat on its ass, and Lucas already scared Mike with it twice.
Eddie’s own gift, ( a mug with Tom Selleck posing shirtless) was jokingly fought over by Robin and Steve to the bitter end, while Gareth was defending the blue circular cookie tin (the kind that mothers shoved needles and sewing threads into, but shockingly enough actually held real cookies) with his life.
Literally at one point, as he laid over it while Jeff tackled him.
Eddie himself had gone for the gold, wanting the trophy Steve had procured. He too, was defending it aggressively against Dustin, who was currently stuck with Lucas’s gift (one of his sister’s pet rock creations she’d apparently tried to sell to her classmates.
It was hideous.)
Now stretched out on his bed, legs in the air as he stares at the Ka-Bala game Steve had snuck into his arms with a wink, Eddie finds he’s the guy’s managed to go from haunting his whole life, to trying to haunt his heart.
Made him want to do the thing he’d angrily been against this entire time--take a look at the guy closer.
See past his bullshit, at the person hiding underneath.
Find out what Steve was talking to his Uncle about, and why his house looked like a Christmas themed tomb.
Why his parents were gone. What the hell made him he pick a cleric in D&D. How he met the kids and why Dustin thought the sun shines out of his ass.
But most of all?
Why the hell had Steve Harrington put a note on the back of the Ka-Bala game?
‘Hope you like the game..’ It read, with the dorkiest little smiley face. ‘I wouldn’t mind hanging out again.’
Below it was a number, and Eddie felt himself go red in the face.
Steve Harrington was a fucking mystery, but one Eddie himself, had been personally invited to solve.
‘Merry Christmas to me I guess.’ He thought, and tried very, very hard not to kick his legs in the air.
#I invite you all to end your xmas with some steddie fluff#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#stranger things 4#0o0 fanfics#xmas special#fluff#Ka#Ka-Bala is a real game and its the goofiest looking thing ever.#white elephant
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Valentine- L. Castellan
“won’t you, won’t you, won’t you, won’t you be my valentine?” - Suki Waterhouse
luke x fem! oblivious aphrodite reader
Valentine’s day.
You might think that the day that celebrates love would be favored amongst the children of the Goddess of love herself, Aphrodite.
And for many campers who resided in Cabin 10, they did love the holiday!
“You’re a disappointment, (Y/n).”
Unless you were (Y/n).
Silena frowned as she looked over at her sister. (Y/n) was lounged across her bed, watching all of her siblings get ready with a longing look in her eyes.
“Thanks, Sil.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes as she set her gaze upon her black haired sister. “Really feeling the support here.”
“What am I supposed to support you in?” Silena pointed her hairbrush at (Y/n) and raised her eyebrows. “You plan to spend the day moping around instead of confessing to—”
“I’m too scared!” (Y/n) cut Silena off as she buried her head in her hands. “I mean— Luke probably doesn’t even like me.”
Silena sighed and rolled her eyes. Honestly, she found it hard to believe that (Y/n) was her sister sometimes. For someone who was so good at knowing about other peoples love lives, (Y/n) was oblivious to her own.
(Y/n) was in love with her best friend, Luke Castellan. Anyone who knew her would know that. And anyone with eyes could tell that Luke shared the same adoration.
Anyone but (Y/n), apparently.
The door to the cabin opened and (Y/n) smiled when she saw the blonde locs of her other sister, Cordelia.
“Why are you still here?” Cordelia wrinkled her nose, carelessly swinging a pink bag in her hands.
“I thought today was supposed to be a day about love.” (Y/n) frowned. “I am not feeling the love from you guys.”
“Its tough love, sweetheart.” Cordelia grinned and threw the bag onto (Y/n)‘s bed. “For you, by the way.”
(Y/n) sat up and grabbed the pink gift bag. She wondered who it was from, secretly (or not so secretly) she hoped it was from Luke.
She knew it wasn’t, though. It wasn’t even his handwriting that was scrawled across the bag.
Peeking in, she saw an envelope and a jewelry box.
She took the jewelry box first. She was in the confines of her cabin, she was allowed to be selfish.
In the box was a necklace. Half of it was pearls and half of it was a silver chain. Perfectly her style.. whoever picked this out must’ve known her well. Or they had asked her friends.
(Y/n) hoped it was the former.
Ripping open the envelope with little regard, she furrowed her brows as she read the card.
“you know i’m no good with words. meet me in the strawberry field so i can show you how much you mean to me.”
-your secret admirer
“Whose it from?” Silena asked curiously as she sat next to (Y/n).
“Dunno.” The girl shrugged as she handed her the note. “There’s no name.”
Silena smiled and grabbed (Y/n)‘s shoulders. “Well you have to go! I’m curious.”
“Yeah, but what if it’s someone creepy.” (Y/n) scrunched her nose up at the thought.
Cordelia and Silena shared a glance before pushing (Y/n) towards the vanity.
“Don’t worry about that.” Cordelia cooed as she began to rifle through (Y/n)’s closet. “It’ll all be fine.”
It was not fine. And (Y/n) was worrying about it.
Reluctantly, she stood in the middle of the strawberry field. She had gotten there ten minutes ago and still, no one had shown up.
She was starting to worry that Connor Stoll was playing a prank on her. She looked so nice, too. If her pretty, pink, summer dress was going to be wasted on prank— (Y/n) was going to be pissed.
After five more minutes, (Y/n) decided that this was a bust. She was about to turn around and march back to her cabin when she heard the grass crunch behind her.
Turning around, (Y/n) felt her face flush as she saw the familiar brown curls.
“Luke..” She breathed out. “What uh— what are you doing here?”
“M’ waiting for someone..” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair.
He seemed… nervous, and he looked nicer then usual. Instead of the orange camp shirt and khaki shorts, he wore jeans and a red sweater.
And then it dawned on her. Oh gods… how embarrassing! She was supposed to meet her secret admirer here, and now here comes Luke.. probably meeting his Valentine here too.
“I’m meeting someone here, too..” She flashed him an awkward smile and reached up to fidget with the necklace she had received.
Luke stared at her, his brown eyes boring into her soul as he opened his mouth. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he decided against it and took a step closer to her.
“That’s a pretty necklace.” He mumbled, reaching out to touch it.
(Y/n)’s face burned red at the contact as she looked up at him.
“Thanks.. my uh— secret admirer, or whatever, got it for me..”
Luke took a deep breath in and (Y/n) pursed her lips.
“(Y/n), listen…” He reached up to touch her cheek, his warm breath fanning over her face. “I’m not good with words, but I love you.”
“Luke..” (Y/n) breathed out. Her face felt hot and her heart was fluttering so fast she was sure she was about to have a heart attack.
“When I’m with you, everything just feels right. And I just—” He hesitated for a moment and leaned closer. “Can I just show you?”
Instead of responding, (Y/n) threaded her fingers through Luke’s curls and tugged him closer, smashing her lips against his.
For years, she had wondered what it would feel like to kiss the Luke Castellan. Would it be fast and rough? Slow and sensual? She finally had her answer.
After a moment of shock, Luke pressed his lips against hers with the same amount of passion. His lips moved against hers fast and rough, but he held her face like it was the most delicate thing in the world.
Maybe Silena was right, (Y/n) was stupid. But she was making out with her best friend, so her stupidity must’ve payed off.
After a moment, Luke pulled away. (Y/n) frowned and tried to chase his lips with her own, but he pushed her away softly.
“(Y/n)..” He laughed, his nose brushing against hers. “Will you… be my valentine?”
“That was incredibly corny.” (Y/n) laughed. “But yes. Yes I will.”
#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#x reader#valentines day#percy jackson#pjo#pjo tv show#percy jackon and the olympians#aesthetic#luke castellan x you#pjo series
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for the first time pt 3
pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!virgin!reader , the pogues x fem!reader
warnings: smut, loss of virginity, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, nipple play, creampie, pet names, jj being a softy, aftercare, crying, kinda poorly written, friendly teasing
summary: 2 weeks after your last adventure, you decide that you are finally ready to go all the way.
authors note: sorry for the wait but its finally out! :)
part one | part two | part three
not edited
do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.
not my gif
“are you sure? like sure, sure?” jj asked, hands on your thighs as he stood between your legs while you sat on the edge of the bed.
you nodded and reassuringly smiled. “yes, j. i promise you.”
“baby, i need you to be like, for real about this. you already know it’s gonna be a little uncomfortable,” he explained.
“i know, jj. i’ve heard all about it,” you said. “i wanna do this. and i want to do it with you.”
he didn’t say anything else, just leaned forward to place his lips onto yours. your hands slid up to the back of his neck to toy with his soft blonde locs while his held a strong grip against your waist.
your lips molded together as he missed you deeply, using his hold on your skin to pull you closer to him. “go lay down,” he said, nodding towards the middle of the bed up by the headboard.
you scooted back on the mattress and laid down comfortably, fixing your hair to get it off your shoulders and from under you to keep it from pulling.
he crawled between your legs and leaned up to kiss your neck and suck on the soft skin there. his hands kneaded over your clothed chest while his hips ground into yours.
you let out of a soft moan at the different feelings you were getting, hands tangling in his hair while your legs wrapped around his waist to feel him closer. he kissed down lower towards the neckline of your shirt. “can we take this off, baby?” he asked breathily.
you nodded and leaned up to allow him to swiftly pull it over your arms and shoulders. he continued his attack on your skin but this time moving closer to your breasts. he left light hickeys just above the fabric of your bra to keep them hidden from when you went out in public.
he kissed down the center of your stomach and to your plaid pajama pants, tugging on the waist band of them and your underwear. “what about these?” he questioned with a tilt of his head. you hummed in approval and lifted your hips. he pulled both down in one languid motion.
his hands found their place just under the backs of your knees and pushed them up to give him full access. “fuck, sweet girl. such a pretty pussy,” he praised.
you felt your face heat up as he lowered your legs over his shoulder and settled on his stomach between your thighs like he’d done before. his thumb was circling your clit for a second before it was replaced. his mouth was on you almost immediately, gently licking up your slit and flicking your button with his tongue.
your mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape as you moaned and gripped onto the sheets by your hips. “feels so good, j,” you panted out.
he took the sensitive bundle into his mouth and sucked gently, a finger prodding at your hole before slowly pushing in.
you whimpered and shut your eyes while tipping your head back and reaching down to grab onto your boyfriends hair. he sank another finger into your cunt, thrusting in and out a little quicker now.
he licked and sucked at your clit some more, pressing his fingers against that perfect spot inside you as he curled them and worked you closer to your climax.
“jj, ‘m so close. shit, ‘m so, so close,” you panted in exhaustion. your hands gripped onto his hair harder and pulled slightly, earning a moan from him. your hips bucked when you felt the vibration against your clit.
just before you could feel that amazing euphoric feeling he’d introduced you to, he removed his fingers from inside you and pulled his mouth off of you. “what the hell?” you whined breathlessly.
“i wanna feel you come around me, pretty girl.”
you felt a gush of wetness between your thighs, smiling and blushing at the same time at his words and the nickname you loved so much. he leaned up and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.
he sat back on his haunches pulled his shirt over his head before pulling his sleep shorts down and onto the floor. “you sure you’re okay with this, babe?” he asked again to confirm.
“‘m sure, jj. i want this,” you replied confidently. “i want you.”
he smiled his usual bright grin and leaned down to place one more loving kiss to your lips.
“if it starts to hurt, you tell me. it starts to get uncomfortable, you tell me. if you decide you don’t want to, you tell me. and if you decide its not for you, you tell me. you gotta communicate with me on this one, alright baby? i need words,” he said firmly.
“i understand,” you affirmed. “i promise i will.”
he smiled. “good girl.” you leaned back and waited nervously as he stretched to the left side of the bed to grab a condom from the bedside table. he left a soft kiss against your lips as he came back.
“wait,” you blurted out.
his attention was back on you, worried he had done something or you’d changed your mind. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”
you nodded. “yeah, yeah i’m fine.” you took a long pause and looked around as his bright blue eyes bored into you. “i don’t wanna use a condom. i jus’ wanna feel you.”
he felt a rush drop to his stomach as he groaned. “trust me, sweetheart. i don’t wanna use one either but—“
“i have an iud, j. and if anything i’ll take plan b in the morning,” you reassured. “please?”
he took a deep breath. “fuck it.” he threw the gold package somewhere onto the floor before you felt his tip at your dripping cunt. “and the whole coming thing?”
“i wanna feel all of you,” you replied.
his eyes shut and he swallowed thickly. “you’re so hot, sweetheart.”
before he could go any further, your hands reached out in front of you to push lightly at his lower stomach. “jj, ‘m scared.”
he smiled and kissed your forehead. “there’s nothing to be scared about, sweetheart. i’ve got you. i promise i’ll make it more comfortable for you.” you nodded and moved your hands to rest on the sheets by your hips. “you ready?”
“yes,” you mumbled softly. “please go slow.”
his hands smoothed over your inner thighs, providing a sense of comfort for you. “i will, baby.”
he ran his tip through you slit, your hips jerking when he bumped your clit. once he gathered enough of your wetness, you felt the slightest pressure at your cunt.
then you felt him begin to push in.
you whimpered when his tip penetrated you, slipping inside and stretching you further than his fingers had. “oh, oh fuck,” you panted. “wait.”
he stilled, letting you get used to it before he was leaning his upper body over you in a plank. he left soft kisses over your neck. “you’re okay, baby. you’re doing good, so fuckin’ good.” his hand reached between the two of you to gently rub circles over your clit. “more?”
“mhm, more,” you confirmed. he bite and sucked lightly at your pulse point, moving over to your sweet spot when he pushed in slightly further.
your hands shot onto his back, nails digging into his skin at the foreign feeling of him being inside you. “fuck, sweet girl. feels so good,” he moaned against your skin. “takin’ me so well.”
you bite your lip hard, nails pressing into him further and signaling for him to wait for a second. “j, it hurts,” you mumbled.
“i know, sweetheart,” he cooed. “is it too much? we can always stop.”
you shook your head. “don’t wanna stop.”
you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck. “you okay if i just go all the way? get the hard part over with?”
you whimpered at the feeling against your clit, his thumb still rubbing circles over it. “mhm,” you hummed. “‘m okay.”
he grinned and kissed your lips passionately before kissing you gently to distract you before slowly thrusting what was left inside you. a choked sob slipped past your lips.
it hurt. it hurt to be stretched this much with something so big and thick. “you okay, angel? let me know if it hurts too bad and i can pull out some.”
“fuck. fuck it hurts,” you whimpered out. “‘s just so big.”
his thumb rubbed quicker against your clit, lips working over your sweet spot again. he began to kiss down to your chest to pull one of the cups of your bra down, taking your nipple into his mouth. he sucked on it before smoothing it over with his tongue then moving on to do the same thing to the other one. “shit, sweetheart. pretty little cunt is squeezin’ me so good.”
you moaned at his raspy voice, the feeling of being stretched now beginning to feel a little better. “can you move, please?” you asked shyly.
“anything you want. ‘s all about you tonight,” he mumbled softly with a kiss to your cheek.
his hips began to pull back slightly before he was slowly pushing back into you. “oh fuck, jj,” you muttered. “feels good.”
“yeah, sweet girl?” he asked.
you hummed in agreement, nails dragging against his skin as he began to move a little more fluently. your moans were starting to get more constant now.
he had stopped rubbing your clit a little while ago, though you were too caught up in the feel of his cock inside you to even notice. “can i go faster, baby? or you wanna stay like this?”
“faster, please,” you panted. he smiled before pressing his lips onto yours, tongue slipping past your lips when you moaned at the pace change.
you whimpered into his mouth when he began to pull out even further before pushing in. your head tipped back at the feeling, crying out at the overwhelming pleasure. “there you go, sweet girl. you’re doin’ so so good. takin’ my cock ‘n letting me fuck you like this. you feel so fuckin’ good around me.”
you moaned louder at his words, your cunt squeezing around him and sucking him back in. “oh, oh fuck, jj. ‘m close, it feels so fucking good.”
“you wanna stay like this? or you wanna try something different?” he asked softly, slowing his pace down a little to give you some time to think.
“i wanna switch,” you said confidently.
he placed another gentle peck to your lips before pulling out. “roll over and put your pretty little ass up,” he ordered. you felt your stomach drop with arousal.
you turned over and propped your knees up under you, your ass in the air while you supported yourself with your forearms. you felt him slowly slide into you, making the both of you moan out. in this position, he somehow felt deeper inside you, hitting all the right spots even harder.
he began to thrust, hands smoothing over the fat of your ass. “such a pretty little thing, baby. look at you. my girl takin’ my cock so well. fuck. makin’ me so proud.”
you hid your face in the bed sheets, tears welling in your eyes when he began to speed up. you rocked back and forth slightly with the force of his hips slamming into yours, his hands now on your hips to help guide you.
you cried out when he pulled out almost all the way with just the tip inside you before slowly thrusting back in and leaving you to fee every single bit of him. you felt the tears sink into the bed sheets, crying harder at the overwhelming pleasure you felt.
“fuck, sweetheart, ‘m so close,” he moaned breathlessly. “how you feeling?”
you could barely make out a full sentence. “‘m—‘m coming. oh.”
feeling you clench around him was it. “fuck. fuck, baby. ‘m gonna come.” you felt a warm liquid fill you up as his hips stuttered against you. you moaned louder at the full feeling and the warmth that spread inside you.
he gave you a minute, letting you come down as he splayed kissed all over your back and butt. “you feelin’ okay, baby?”
you lazily nodded. “mhm. ‘m okay.”
he tapped your bottom lightly. “stay right here for a second.” you felt him pull out of you before the weight on the bed shifted as he was no longer behind you.
you panted, trying to catch your breath. you heard him come back and take his place behind you again. “fuck, baby. wish i could take a picture of this,” he mumbled. “my come dripping out of your pretty pussy.”
you then felt a warm, damp towel run up your cunt, the sensitivity making you jump slightly. he cleaned you up fully then gently rolled you onto your back, handing you a bottle of water while he peppered kisses all over you. “you did so good for me today, baby. so, so good. ‘m so proud of you, pretty baby.”
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and the next day out with the pogues, you did your best to mask the soreness between your legs by not moving too much. so right now, you were seated in a chair by the shore with kiara and sarah while the boys all swam in the clear water and splashed around close enough the keep an eye on their girls and hear them.
“jesus jj, the hell happened to your back?” john b asked, a finger tracing over the bright red scratches that trailed down.
meanwhile, sarah was watching you and the pink tinge of your cheeks. “i think i know,” she smirked.
kiara looked at her, then you, then jj. her eyes lit up as her jaw dropped. she got up and loosely wrapped her arms around your neck from behind you. “aww, our little y/n isn’t a virgin anymore.”
you rolled your eyes and laughed. “you guys, suck.”
“you better spill as soon as we get inside,” sarah squinted and feigned a menacing look.
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*Touches your shoulder* Hey~ what about 42! Miles morales x shy!reader
SUPER SHY
Pairing: Miles42! X Shy! Black Plus size Fem Reader
Summary : Y/N has been infatuated with miles for a hot minute but she's too shy to say anything and to make the first move. She would never think that he knows of her or even notices her until one small incident.
A/N: Miles is any age you want him to be in the fic, New jeans dropped super shy and it goes with this fic perfectly! THANK YOU FOR THE REQ As a recovering shy person you know I had to do my big one with this one ENJOY GUYS!!! Here’s Pt.2
It was a new day at Visions Academy; you blasted Tyler the Creator in your air pods while walking through the hallways. It was soothing to sound out all the noise. You walk into your first class ELA sitting down sighing wanting to go home. You put your head down wanting to get the school day over with. You suddenly hear noises over your headphones. You look to your left, and it was Miles and his friends being loud, you roll your eyes at his friends but keep your eyes on Miles, he looked so fine with his 2 braids you thought to yourself. You didn’t even realize you were staring, Miles looked feeling eyes on him making eye contact with you grinning. You felt your heart drop to your ass, thinking that he wouldn’t even notice you. To you, you thought Miles was kind of out of your league, he was kind of popular, all the girls wanted him, and he was sooooo incredibly fine. It's not that you don’t like yourself; it was just rare seeing him around girls like you that made you feel like getting his attention was impossible but, you always had his attention you just never noticed it. You decided to stop zoning out overthinking and started doing your work occupying yourself. You nod your head to WUSYUNAME by Tyler the Creator finishing your work just in time class was over. You see everyone else packing their things and you do the same leaving the classroom, you see your friends huddled by your locker.
“HEYYY Y/N” your friend Ocean yells out, you take one of your airpods out waving at her walking up to her and your other friend.
“Hey girlies” You said with a smile
“Girl how's it going with you know who?” Your other friend Aaliyah asks
“Horrible, well not really I was staring at him and he grinned at me so you can say it's over” You huff covering your face.
“I meannnn him grinning at you is amazing he noticed you babes” Ocean stated rubbing Y/N’s back
“Yeah it's better than him screwing his face up”. Aaliyah adds while you were putting your things in your locker.
“Yeah lets just get to math before Ms.Nelson gets on our ass and she gets mad yelling at us” You stated with a laugh closing your locker walking to class.
“Oh yeah she might call my mom again on her bullshit” Ocean huffs
“Nah we need to find her a good wig she’ll be nice to us for a good 2 weeks”. Aaliyah announces.
“No fr and set her ass up on a date she needs some dick” You chimed in laughing your ass off.
“YOO yall evil for this shit she needs more like locs she can’t keep that wig shit too high maintenance for her ''. Ocean replies, it was all laughs walking to class until you bump into someone
BOOM!
Your books and their books drop on the floor and you’re incredibly embarrassed scrambling to pick your things up, trying not to crease your Jordans.
“I'm so so sorry” You say picking up their books and yours.
“No it's ok…you don’t have to pick my books up after all I bumped into you” They say catching you off guard recognizing the voice. He bends down helping you pick up the books.
“No I bumped into you it's my fault i'm sorry” Y/N apologies once again
“Stop apologizing, it's okay mamita I just need to watch where I'm going next time”. They say helping you up, the way that ‘mamita’ rolled off their tongue had you weak in the knees.
“Im Miles” He says, giving you a smile, handing you your books.
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Duke Thomas headcannons becuase please just write him as a black boy:
the first time there’s a summer rain at night after he moves into Wayne Manor Duke sets up the speakers and the floodlights and lives out his 00’s rnb music video dreams
after that Alfred will sometimes drive him around in the back of one of the cars when it rains at night because he doesn’t want his latest grandson to get hypothermia but understands that it is very important to live out 00’s rnb music video dreams
Duke teaches Cass the Usher watch this thing and originally they only use it to tell each other that they’re gonna do some dumb shit but then Cass decides she really likes it and uses it more than the actual sign
Duke and Cass have a theme song because they are besties and that theme song is black and yellow by Wiz Khalifa whenever it plays they drop everything to rap to each other and if anyone turns it off before it finishes they start it again even louder it becomes a great distraction technique for other batfamily members. they chose the song because of their uniforms but the first time a civilian sees how enthusiastic they are about the song they draw a different conclusion and they find it so funny that they definitely have to keep it as their theme song from now on
Duke lives a no shoes in the house life no matter who’s house it is or what everyone else is doing
He also keeps his Signal uniform exclusively in the batcave because no uniforms in the Manor seems like the natural extension for no outside clothes in bed
Duke sneaks scotch bonnets into the Manor kitchen generally timed with the occasions that Jason is around and in the mood to cook. Dinner those nights feature running eyes and noses from Bruce Tim and Steph along with all the milk in the Manor finishing. It’s great entertainment for Duke Cass Damian Jason and Dick
Duke has locs he lowkey thinks about bleaching the ends to match the aesthetic of his uniform but he’s unsure of if it will make him to conspicuous
When he first moved to the Manor he got pooled into the schedule to pick up hair shop (beauty supply store) supplies with the Fox’s because they’re all way too busy of people to be driving out of the way individually so it only made sense to add Duke to that. He and Tam also timetable his retwist appointments with her hair appointments for the same time
Duke is an instigator Jason and Tim will be having a petty squabble that is about to fizzle out but then Duke walks past them and just whispers a quick “if I were you I wouldn’t have that” and then an hour later a priceless vase is broken there’s holes in the wall and Tim and Jason have matching black eyes. Duke considers it a public service to provide Babs with entertainment for when Oracle hours a slow she agrees and doesn’t snitch on just how much shit Duke starts so he can get away with even more
Duke joins Jason and Alfred’s book club and the first book he picks is Beloved because like they’re in this big old gothic manor respect the aesthetic
One time Bruce walks passed Duke on ft to his friends and he’s performing “Wisdom” and Bruce thinks it’s something Duke came up with himself and is trying to be a supportive dad and is like “that’s great son” with a really strained smile and Duke just sticks to the bit like “you really think so?” bruce even more pained “yeah it’s amazing”
He also has exclusively satin pillowcases and gives everyone in the Manor a set because it’s good for the hair and therefore a good use of Bruce’s rich people money
Duke upon realising that he was gonna be adopted by a bunch of crime fighting pseudofurries and was going to join them in the crime fighting said this some white people shit and that’s why he chose Signal rather than some bioluminescent bird
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sense of normalcy
description: Jason & Black!Batmom in four stages of his life
word count: 1.2k
warnings: angst, death, mommy issues, grieving, talks about Jason's death a lot
Jason: Age 12
Bruce had warned Alfred that there would be a guest joining him and of course, Alfred told Y/N. She was more than excited to have someone visiting the manor. It had been lonely since Dick struck out on his own. He visited but it wasn't the same as having a kid running around the manor.
"Who might you be?" Y/N said approaching the boy who Bruce helped out of the Batmobile. He was rather lean for his height but his eyes looked like they sparkled as if the world never did him wrong. Y/N felt a pang in her heart and she looked towards Bruce who avoided her gaze.
"Jason Todd. You're on TV." He recognized the woman from the TVs that were on display in the stores that he passed as he walked down the street. Alfred had rushed back upstairs to fix the young boy something to eat.
"Sometimes, how would you like to stay with Bruce and me?" She had already decided that he would stay. She couldn't let the boy go back to whatever back alley Bruce found him on.
"I'd love to," The boy's eyes twinkled once more as he smiled at Y/N.
Jason: Age 16
Jason was a good kid. He promised Y/N that he would be a good kid. He got good grades, and he excelled at English. Entering his teenage years, he only grew closer and more protective of Y/N but Y/N still saw him as the lean little boy who tried to steal the hubcaps off of the Batmobile.
"Why is my son here?" Y/N asked, not even bothering to sit in the principal's chair. Her son had not a scratch on his face but he did have a bruised knuckle that definitely wasn't from patrol.
"He got into a fight, Mrs. Wayne," The principal of Gotham Academy said a bit smugly. Jason hated it here. He loved the teachers and learning but the kids were assholes. Not all of them, but the ones who thought he didn't belong because he wasn't born to the money. Kids could be cruel.
"Jason?" Y/N tilted her head towards her son, softening her gaze.
"He was making fun of me for being adopted and my accent," Jason spoke differently than the preppy kids of Gotham Academy but Y/N always encouraged him to speak how he wanted. His words were a part of him and he shouldn't have to change it for anyone.
"So my son was being bullied and he defended himself. Does that sound good to you, Principal Paulette?" Y/N gave the fakest smile known to the man while brushing faux loc behind her ear.
"It sounds perfect, Mrs. Wayne," Principal Paulette simply groaned.
"C'mon, Jason. We're getting ice cream." She smiled and waved for her son to follow her out of the office.
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"Bruce is gonna be upset you're rewarding me," Jason said mixing his bowl of scooped chocolate chip ice cream together until it became the consistency of soft serve. He couldn't meet her eye yet. He felt like he had disappointed her and that maybe she regretted keeping him. What he didn't know is that he could never do anything that would make her not love him.
"You know I'll always love you, right? No matter what those kids say," Y/N said reaching over the table to ruffle his hair. He styled every morning with an absurd amount of gel but it didn't look like him.
"I know, ma, I know," He heard the words and wanted to believe them but he already decided that he'd leave and find his real mother. In his mind, she wouldn't miss him anyway, right?
"Good 'cause you my baby boy," She said with a bright smile.
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He was in pain and cold. His mind was drifting in and out of consciousness. The faint beeping of the bombs was heard in the background and tears fell from his eyes as he realized this was his end. This was it. He was gonna meet the great big man in the sky and he didn't get to say goodbye to Y/N. He could die with disappointing Bruce but Y/N. Y/N had never seen him as more than a boy because that's what he was. He was just a child who didn't get to say goodbye to his mom.
Jason: Deceased
Y/N was pacing a hole in the carpet. She stood in the study of Wayne Manor waiting here something, anything, back from Bruce. He hadn't contacted her since he left to find Jason and that was days ago.
"You said he'd come back," She said as Bruce walked through the grandfather clock entrance of the study. She noticed there was no Jason, she could hear his laughter like he normally did when he returned from a night out.
"Y/N," Bruce could see his wife about cry right in front of them. She tried to blink away tears so that they wouldn't fall down her brown cheeks. He could tell she hadn't been sleeping with Jason missing.
"You went to go get him. Where is he?" Y/N asked again with a bit more authority.
"Honey, sit down. Alfred, bring her some tea," Bruce was trying to put the words together but Y/N simply fell apart on the couch.
"No, don't tell me that, "She knew exactly what that meant, "He was just a baby," She whispered as Bruce held her in his arms.
Jason: Age 22
"Ma?" Jason called for her as she was putting Martha and Alfred down for a nap. Y/N walked out of the nursery and closed the door behind her. His mom had aged a little since she took him home but not too much. Sure she had grey hairs mixed into her silk press but she was still the exact same woman who loved him at first sight.
"Yeah, Jason," She looked up at her son with a bright smile. Jason now towered her but he'd always be her baby boy.
"I'm sorry," Jason said quickly. He had been holding it in since he died. He never told anyone but in the last moments before his death, he regretted not telling Y/N he loved her more and how much he'd miss her.
"What are you sorry for?" Y/N asked tilting her head slightly.
"I'm sorry for leaving that night. I'm sorry for hurting you. I never wanted to hurt you," Jason's voice cracked as he moved to hug his mom. He didn't know how much pain one decision could cause.
"Oh, baby," She said rubbing his back. She felt tears coming to her eyes as she felt his on her cheek.
"I'm sorry, ma, I'm so sorry," He muttered over and over again. His face had flushed red against her brown skin. Bruce had seen the moment but decided it was best for him not to interfere but he was happy to see Jason working through his emotions.
"You're here now and that's all I've ever wanted, okay? How about some ice cream?" Y/N said pulling away gently. Ice cream was one of her biggest pregnancy cravings so now they have a lifetime of Bluebell in their deep freezer.
"Yeah, ma," Jason spoke with a small smile. He was finally back to a sense of normalcy.
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𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓- 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨
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—cw: gn!reader, deep.throat, unprotected, n!pple sucking and biting, swallowing, pearl necklace, Nagi is h0rny asf here.
—wc: 800
—A/n: This is the most nastiest thing I have written in a while so it better not flop😭 Reblogs are appreciated.
You're giving a birthday blowjob to Nagi and he's just sitting on the couch, legs man-spreading with you in between, bobbing your head on his dick. He is trying so hard, you know, not to come quickly because he wants to savour all that you please him. But, it is so difficult to do that when you are making such lewd noises, eyes nearly teared up when his flushed tip hits the back of your throat.
"Yeah. That's it, baby," he whimpers, unlike guiding you. Nagi always makes sure to help you out with your nasty activities. Yet, this time there was not a single word that left his mouth was anywhere near commanding. It was submission. It was that desperation to reach that high from your tongue tricks.
To make it worse, your eyes are locked with his in such a way, as if you were warning him not to look away. Something about your e/c eyes compels him. Nagi groans. Yes. Groans oh so loud as he thrust his hips upward, so eager to give you his all. Your fingers claw his thigh cuts, as you just take the force he is applying. You gag, with the most lewd face, drool tracing your jaw. Fuck. That's it. That's what makes him lose control as he grabs the back of your head, pushing in further, and he shoots his load down your throat. It's so hot as it travels down your oesophagus, so deep that not a single damn drop laced your tongue.
Nagi plops his stimulated self on the couch, making it bounce a little. He looks down at you, fingers reaching your cheeks to wipe the drool, while you lick your lips.
Nagi pulls you in his lap gently. You start rubbing your now bare skin on his girth. With the way you straddle yourself and move your hips, it's almost hard again. Nagi discards your topwear, revealing the perky nipples he wants to devour. They look so inviting. He immediately latches his mouth to it, earning a yelp out of you. While Nagi is busy rolling his tongue on your nips, you lift yourself up slightly, and prop back down on his cock. It feels so warm from all the heat between your legs. As you gently move yourself, Seishiro places his right hand on your back for support, as the left one toys with your bare chest.
After vigorously sucking on you, he takes a move back and watches how fucking gorgeous they look. The nipples are swollen, lightly bruised form his soft biting, glistening with his saliva. He is so turned on by something so small. Almost like a pervert. A part of him wants to take his dick out of you and just fuck your pretty nipples. And that's when he gets a great idea.
When you hug him tight, grip his white locs as you let your orgasm flutter on his shaft, Nagi goes wild. He turns up the pace, not caring how sensitive you must be from your climax, just a few seconds ago. He thrusts like a hungry animal. Like he wants something so bad, but you can't get a hang of it. Just when Seishiro feels he is about to cum, he pulls out, quickly changing positions, so now you are pressed against the sofa as he stands there. You call his name, but that is ignored. Nagi pumps his cock for a few times, and as soon as he orgasms, you watch with your mouth hung open. He is splattering—no, decorating your neck, your chest, as well as your nipples in his white cum, forming a pearl necklace. His breath is heavier, which tells how badly he wanted to do this. It's the smile of satisfaction that masks his lips now. Being the nasty man he is, he spreads the load on your nipples, softly covering them. In his opinion, his sperm glistening on them looks better than the saliva. Nagi sucks them once again, tasting himself on your chest. As he looks deep in your eyes, you decide to lick the few drops of his cum that was splattered on your lips. You can see that smirk. He is so proud of you.
"Happy birthday, Sei." You wish him.
"Thank you, m'love," he says before sitting besides you, then pulling you on his lap, making sure to give you, the love of his life, proper kisses for the best birthday present he received.
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Imagine:
It’s the day after Halloween and Erik’s girl decided to make use of an old costume in the back of her closet
Erik came home to Lil Wayne- Mrs. officer blasting loudly. He shut the front door with a puzzled look on his face, taking off his denim jacket to hang by the door. Walking in further with their dinner in his hand, he noticed that the music was coming from upstairs.
“Baby?!” Erik shouted to get her attention.
She had the music playing so loud that she couldn’t hear him. Erik sat their food down on the kitchen island and jogged up the stairs. As he strolled down the hall, hands in his grey hoodie pockets, he noticed dim lighting in the bed room and the ‘special lights’ were in use. They only used the ‘special lights’ for nasty time.
Erik made it to the entrance of their bedroom and his eyes fell on his woman dressed in a sexy officer costume that he wouldn’t allow her to wear outside because of how revealing it is. The top was two sizes too small and the skirt sat above her ass and not over it.
She wore a pair of six inch pleasure heels in patent black, aviator shades, and an officer hat to match. In her hand is a pair of cuffs and she posed for him with her hip jutted out and one hand up to stop him in his tracks.
“FREEZE! It’s time to fuck!” She shouted with an authoritarian voice.
Erik’s eyebrows disappeared behind his loc bang and the side of his mouth quirked up into a smirk.
“HANDS. UP.” She ordered, revealing a vibrator from a gun thigh holster.
Erik raised his hands above his head and tried his hardest not to laugh but his dimples gave it straight away.
“You’re late…why are you late, Sir?” She questioned with a stern tone.
Erik formed a crease in his brow and cocked his head to the side, puzzled.
“I went to get us Chipotle—”
“Don’t lie! It’ll only get you in jail…and when you’re in jail, you don’t get to cum.”
Erik narrowed his eyes at her and licked his lips before speaking.
“Had a quick lil’ smoke break. Made a stop to my plug.”
Erik slowly lowered his hand and pulled out some weed from his hoodie. He raised it up to show her the proof.
“TOSS THE GRASS ON THE DRESSER!”
Erik did as he was told.
“Aight, what next, Mrs. officer?!” Erik asked jokingly.
“Down on your knees.” She ordered.
Erik got down on his knees. She walked up to him and his eyes fell to her meaty thighs and wide hips. The fishnets with the heels had him biting his lip and frowning his face in pure lust. She stopped in front of him and Erik looked up at the view of her cleavage. She looked so sexy with a scowl on her face.
She removed her shades and tossed them, “You’re under arrest.”
“For what?” Erik said with a smirked.
“FOR BEING GONE TOO LONG AND NEGLECTING THIS PUSSY.”
Erik elevated a brow and stared at her tiny skirt. He could see a red thong.
She scowled at him.
“GET UP, NIGGA!”
Erik stood and looked her dead in the eye. Even in her heels she wasn’t at his eye level. Just short and cute. They were having their very own staring contest.
“Take off your clothes…now.” She commanded with her eyes still locked to his, “Or I’ll do it for you.”
Erik broke his eyes away and looked around as if he were in la-la land. He started humming to Mrs. Officer since it was playing on repeat. He couldn’t help but to start singing along.
“Woo, woo, woo (yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“Woo, woo, woo (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“HANDS OUT! TIME FOR A PAT DOWN!”
Erik held his arms out and looked down at her with a penetrating stare. She started with his hoodie first. She lifted it above his head and tossed it to the floor. He had on a white beater and a gold chain. She took her long nails, eyes still on him, and ripped it from his torso. Her nails snagged his skin a little and it stung so so good.
She got down on her knees and still kept an eye on him with those sultry eyes of hers. She yanked roughly at his grey joggers and thy fell to his ankles. Next, she took her time lowering his briefs. When his thick dick bobbed out like a door stopper she flinched when it hit her cheek. Erik made his dick jump in her face, taunting her while she undressed him down to his shoes and socks.
“STOP MAKING YOUR DICK JUMP IN MY FACE, NIGGA!”
Erik snorted a laugh. He couldn’t control it this time. Hearing her say nigga always made him laugh. She stood up and grabbed his dick. Erik’s laughter died in his throat. She tore her eyes away from his and slowly looked down at his girth in her hand.
“This is heavy artillery…dangerous shit you carrying around, Sir. Heavy loaded…and what’s this?” She reached for his balls, “This where you carrying that heat, huh? You think you’re slick? Thought I wasn’t gonna find it, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?!”
She started slapping his dick around with her right hand and Erik extended his neck, looking towards the ceiling, trying with all the strength of his ancestors to keep from grabbing her by the hair and forcing his dick in her fucking mouth. That shit felt so good. She stopped and a groan bubbled up in his throat heavily.
“You know the drill, hands behind your back!”
She twirled her finger with a long, black acrylic nail for him to turn around. When he did, she placed the cuffs on his wrists. Erik could easily break through those lousy shits but he let her have her fun.
“You’re not gonna read me my rights?” He kissed his teeth, “The fuck type of shit is this?”
“You have the right to remain at my command. Anything you say or do will be used against you in this bedroom. You don’t have a fuckin’ right to nothing but making me feel good. If you can’t obey that, you don’t get to buss a nut. If you decide to disobey me anyway, well…you know the drill.”
Erik quietly laughed the entire time.
“Do you understand, my personal seat?”
She squeezed the cuffs around his wrists and Erik couldn’t deny that it hurt. He winced and gritted his teeth.
“Yes.” He spoke with a grunt.
“Do you understand, big dick bandit?”
Erik tucked his chin and smiled. He was enjoying this.
“YES.” He spoke with frustration.
“You got an attitude?” She questions.
“No, Ma’am.”
“I think you do.”
“No, Ma’am.” Erik urged.
“Uh-huh…turn around.”
He faced her again and his dick was pointed straight out like a flag pole. He was saluting her for sure. She completely ignored it poking her.
“Get on the bed! We’re going for a ride.”
She pushed him towards the bed and it was no use because he didn’t budge. She slapped him on the ass and he jumped away from her, unable to use his hands because they were restrained. Erik walked over to the bed and sat down. She pulled the vibrator from her thigh holster and tossed it onto the bed.
“Lay on your back.” She instructed with a sassy tone.
Erik scooted his hips back until his feet were no longer hanging over the bed. He rested his head back and stared down his sculpted body at her. Still, he made that hard dick jump anyway.
“Stil making that dick jump?! Tryna threaten me or something?!”
“I don’t give a fuck ima make it jump until you come and sit on it or put it in your fuckin’ mouth!”
“Who the FUCK are you talking to, Erik?”
She kicked off her shoes and took off her fishnets and thong. She walked over to the bed and climbed on top. She stood over him with her legs on either side of his hips. Erik stared up at her bald, wet pussy with fat lips and grunted.
“Keep it up, you’re only gonna make it worse for you.”
She turned around and lowered to her knees. Scooting her body closer to his face, she sat her wet pussy lips on his mouth and started bouncing. She grabbed her phone from the side table and changed the song to one appropriate for popping ass.
Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion- Bongos.
Bong, bong, bong, bong (We good?)
Bong, bong, bong, bong (Like a drum)
Bong, bong, bong, bong (This is fire)
Bong, bong, bong-bong-bong-bong
Her phat ass swallowed Erik’s face and her pussy glided across his lips and tongue. Erik had his arms behind his back and was uncomfortable in that position but it was worth it. He sucked and licked to his hearts desire. She did a little hip roll, riding his face. Erik’s dick was iron hard and neglected. The stiffness was almost painful.
“Stick your tongue in my pussy…mmmm…you know, I have a thing for bad boys…and you’ve been a very bad boy.”
She opened her mouth and spit on his dick, bringing her hand down to stroke him. She was amazing at hand jobs. She stroked with a twisting motion, increasing pressure on the uptake so he could feel it on his frenulum. The muscles in Erik’s legs flexed when she started massaging his balls.
“FUCK.” She bounced her pussy when Erik latched onto her clit with those thick lips, “This is our dirty little secret…you make me cum…I’ll make you cum…and I’ll forget all about your crimes…mmmfuckkk!”
She gasped, slowly jerking him off while cumming in his mouth. She made her cheeks bounce like a ball before her entire body shivered with her orgasm. She let go of Erik’s dick and lifted off of him. Erik licked his lips and when he breathed in, he could smell her on his mustache.
“Fuck, look what you did to your officer,” She arched her back and with one hand, she spread her cheek so he could see her sloppy pussy winking at him, “you made me cum so hard. I should put you away for those lips too! That shit is a fucking weapon for pussy! And that tongue?! So so dangerous!”
Erik’s mouth was hanging open slightly, gold slugs glinting savagely. He sat up and struggled against the cuffs.
“That ass phat ass fuck, Mrs. officer…what’s your name?”
“You don’t get to call me by my name. It’s Mrs. Officer to you, prisoner.”
She turned and crawled over to Erik and between his legs. Ass in the air, she kissed up his legs, eyes on him, and when her lips reached his dick, she dragged her tongue over his balls, shaft, and twirled it around the tip of his dick. Erik moaned, the sound so deep in his chest. With no hands, she sucked his dick, making all ten inches disappear down her throat.
“You shouldn’t be doing this, Mrs. officer with the sweet pussy, it’s against the law to suck prisoners off, right?” Erik said.
“I can do what the fuck I want. I’m in charge.”
She spit on his dick and with her hand she twisted at the base like a pepper grinder and continued sucking with a tight suction. Erik’s eyes rolled shut and he bit down on his lip hard. She was making all kinds of obscene, raunchy, straight nasty noises.
She popped her lips off, “You think you deserve to cum?”
“Yesss, Mrs. officer,” Erik said.
“I love big dicks, especially big dick killers.”
He curled the top of his lip at her and arched a brow to challenge her, “Is that fucking right?”
“Mhm,” She licked his tip, “I know about you…Killmonger. I’ve been keeping an eye on you…and now…I finally got you.”
She alternated between tonging his balls and throating him. Erik flexed his abs and grunted deep, a heavy nut climbing up until he erupted in the back of her throat. With each release, he would groan. He fell back against the bed and she let go of his dick, licking up any remains.
“I think I earned having these cuffs off, don’t you agree?”
The glint in his eyes almost made her break character and submit. She stood up and removed her hat and pulled out her titties. He watched her bounce them in his face and twirl her nipples.
“You’ve behaved. I guess I can take you out of those cuffs…but only after I’ve had my second nut from you.”
Erik rolled his eyes.
“Sit. Here.”
She pointed to a chair in front of a large mirror on the wall. Erik scooted off of the bed and as he walked past her, he nodded his head as if telling her I’m gonna tear that ass up when I’m free.
He sat down and she walked over to uncuff him. Erik reached out and popped her on the undercuff of her phat ass hard and she glared at him.
“Don’t test me, Killmonger.” She warned him.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied.
“I mean it. I’ll edge you for the rest of the night. You won’t get to cum until the next day.”
She turned around and looked back at her reflection. The chair had cuffs attached and she decided to restrain him again but make it more comfortable. She attached his wrists on either side of the chair before straddling him. They both had a view like no other. Erik could look over her shoulder and watch her ride his dick. The music switched to a song from her playlist Erik hadn’t recognized but whatever it was had her riding his dick to the beat.
She held onto his shoulders and bounced on his dick hard. Her ass was like a tidal wave and he could see his wet dick going in and out of her. The cuffs rattled against the chair. He tried to get a titty in his mouth but they were swaying out of control.
Fuck, this big dick, I love this big dick!”
She looked back at it through the mirror and caught Erik’s eye.
“You love this tight pussy?!”
“I fucking love this tight, wet pussy, Mrs. officer.”
She turned back to look at him. Erik tilted his head back and she stuck her tongue out so they could flick tongues before she sucked it into her mouth. Erik broke the kiss and cursed when he felt himself getting ready to nut again. Hee pussy was like sorcery.
“Stay on that dick…I’m nuttin’ in this puss!”
“You can’t nut in me, Killmonger!”
“Fucccckkkkkkkkk—”
He couldn’t control it. Her walls choked him and milked him. He let out a shaky breath.
“It’s your fault, you’re a true rider.” Erik said with a smirk.
She climbed off and his dick fell against his abdomen, still hard. She could feel his cum on her inner thighs. Erik looked over at her with an impatient expression, and she smiled at him before walking over with a key to free him.
“Looks like you’re free to go, Killmonger,” She undid the other side, “You can thank me—”
Erik stood up at his full height—imposing— and she dropped the cuffs. He backed her towards the bed and she sat down, looking up at him with timid eyes.
“Whatchu scared for, Mrs. officer?”
She looked about, trying to come up with a reason for her sudden change of attitude.
“I asked you a question!” He barked out, gold slugs gleaming viscously like fangs.
“…You lied. You’re not free…you killed again to get to me, didn’t you?”
Erik loved how she continued the role play. He wrapped his hand around her neck and brought his face close to hers.
“You owe me. Im in charge now, slut. You do what I say…understand?”
“Yes, Killmonger.” She answered.
“Stand up and turn around…”
She did as she was told and he spanked her hard. She winced at the pain and fell to her stomach.
“Arch your back, bitch,” He barked out, “The fuck is this? Arch your fuckin’ back I’m not gon’ say it again!”
She arched her back like a pro and looked back at him with fear.
“Yeahh…I love that look. You should be scared…”
He grabbed the old cuffs and put them on her, chuckling to himself.
“Don’t feel so good, do it? DO IT?!”
“NO!”
He spanked her again. Popped each ass cheek with his open palm.
“Locked me up for carrying heavy artillery but you ain’t complain wit’ it in your mouth and pussy though, huh?!”
He popped her again and she whimpered.
“What’s your fucking name?!”
“KIMBERLY!”
Pop!
“Nah, you’re my little slut! Mrs. Slutty Officer!”
Pop!
“Ooh! I’m sorry!”
Erik grabbed her hips and plunged forward. He gripped her cuffed wrists and started giving her back shots. That ‘artillery’ went off in that pussy. She had her face in the sheets, moaning and crying. He was balls deep and not letting up on his strokes.
“Look at me!” He commanded
She looked back at him and he held her weak gaze.
“It’s so big, daddy!” She cried.
“I’m daddy now?”
“Yes,” She sobbed, “You’re my daddy.”
Her ass ricocheted.
“I got your shit creaming all over my dick.”
“Fuck, ima cum!”
“Shut up,” Erik increased the pace, “Girl…run again. Ima make sure I put this dick in your chest.”
“SHIT!”
Her body convulsed. Erik popped her ass and grabbed her by the cuffs, lifting her from the bed. He pumped her three times more before withdrawing his hips. She fell to the bed and he took off the cuffs, flipping her onto her back. Since she’s so small, he took her ankles, crossed them with one hand, and with the other he tapped her clit with his dick and sank deep inside of her.
“Mmmmmmmm!!!!”
Erik looked down at her through his wild locs. He let go of her ankles and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He sucked her titties one by one while his hips pumped her.
“Fuck, that dick is so good, Erik, it’s so good, Unh!”
Erik sat up to look at her. He looked down at his dick going in and out, her hands dragging down his chest.
“Keep that pussy right there, I’m a fill this shit up again.” He spoke through clenched teeth.
The sound of skin slapping increased. Erik held both of her legs back by the ankles and fucked her harder into the mattress. She reached out to wrap her hand around his neck and opened her mouth. Erik stuck his tongue out at her and wiggled it.
“You cumming again? I feel that shit…”
Her eyes rolled back and she came undone beneath him.
“GAHHDAMN!”
Erik pumped her twice more and came deep inside of her.
“Oh my goodness,” Kimberly giggled, “This was amazing!”
Erik rolled his sweaty body over onto his back. Kimberly sat up on her elbow and draped a leg over Erik’s waist while her hand rested on his chest. Erik turned to look at her with a warm smile.
“This should be our new thing. Keep all your old costumes for role play. You still got that Elastagirl one, right? Oh! we definitely gotta do Harry Potter.”
“I’m the innocent little Hufflepuff and you’re the big bad Slytherin?” Kimberly said with a seductive tone, tracing his abs with a single nail.
“Mhm,” Erik rubbed her back with his hand, “What do you think about Venom and Spidergirl?”
Kimberly’s eyes lit up like Christmas time was here already.
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Lovers(Aemond Targaryen)
Aemond Targaryen x Valaryon!Reader
Summary- Aemond catches wind that your mother, Rhaenerya, is trying to marry you off to strengthen the Blacks. So Aemond hops on Vhagar and flies to DragonStone to claim whats rightfully his
Warnings- possesive Aemond, choking, fingering, oral(f receiving, p in v sex, squirting, breeding kink, brief mention of Alys
Part 2
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"Did you hear that Rhaenerya is trying to marry off Y/n for more support?" Said Alicent as she talked to Otto. Aemonds head shot up, for once he's interested in what his family talked about at Dinner.
"What?" He says shocking everyone that he actually spoke. Alicent looked at her son in sympathy, knowing how attached he was to his niece when they were younger.
"Ah yes brother, no more fantasizing about our dear niece anymore." Said Aegon and Aemond slammed his hands on the table. He glared at his older brother before standing up and leaving.
"Aemond." His mother sighed but he didn't stop. He walked all the way outside where his large beast slept.
"Vhagar." He says and she opens her eyes. She lifted her head and pushed it into Aemonds body in a greeting. "There you are old girl, ready to fly to DragonStone."
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You were on your daily walk. It was really the only thing you could do now since your mother has you on lockdown after your outburst. When she told you about marriage, you were not happy. And as punishment you couldn't send letters to anybody or spend time with Seasmoke. You claimed Seasmoke shortly after your father, Leanor 'died'.
The sun was setting so you decided to walk back. You didn't notice the figure walking behind you until you were slammed against the wall. Before you could scream a hand was slapped against your mouth. You looked to see your assailant, just to see your uncle wearing a black cloak.
"Aemond." You say muffled and he smiles and removed his hand.
"Now how is that I find out from my mother you're getting married off? Why didn't you tell me?" He asks and you sighed and leaned your head against the walk.
"I wanted to, believe me, but I got into a fight with my mother and she locked me down, so I couldn't send you a letter." Aemond had to hold back a smirk and grabbed your chin roughly between his thumb and index finger.
"I don't believe you. I think you wanted me to find out when you were already betrothed so id come get you." He taunted and smiled at you. He watched you try to find words to defend yourself.
"Im not lying Aemond I wouldn't do that to you." You say and thats when he starts laughing. You open your mouth in shock and shove him off of you. You start to walk away when he stops you.
"Y/n. Stop." When you stopped in your tracks he smirked. He walked up close behind you and moved your silver locs out of the way. "We're leaving." He kissed your neck.
"I can't leave, I have to be back before dinner." You say and point to the castle. Aemond scoffs and turns away to start walking.
"Now Y/n." He says and continued walking. He didn't bother turning around knowing what you'll do. You looked around before picking up your dress and running after Aemond. He heard your footsteps and held his hand out for you to take. When he felt your hand slide in his he immediately pulled you into his side.
"What are you doing here Aemond?" He looked down at you.
"Im here for you." He tugged you along for a bit until you reached the beach. "Get Seasmoke and meet me at the island next to DragonStone." With that he walked away and you see Vhagar come from behind the rock wall. She bend her neck letting Aemond grab the rope so he can climb on the saddle. You watched him fly off and disappear onto the island in the distance.
You found Seasmoke sleeping on some grass. He heard you approach and stood up on his wings and legs.
"Hey boy, lets get out of here." You say and place your head against his snout. He huffs out smoke and lowers himself down to make it easy for your to hop on. You signaled for him to take off and he did. You had no issue with sneaking off Dragonstone, Seasmome is a quiet dragon, he barley makes noise in the air.
You flew over the island and searched for Vhagars large form. You saw her walking on the ground and you pushed on Seasmoke's saddle to tell him to land. He landed in a clearing and you hopped down.
"Aemond." You call and look around. You heard a crunch behind but before you could fully turn around you were tackled to the ground making you yelp. A hand went behind your head as you hit the ground. Seasmoke was ready to burn whoever was hurting you but when he senses Aemond he back off and walked away. "You fuckface." You smack his chest and he chuckles.
"Thats no way to speak to your future husband." He whispers and he lips graze against yours making you pout.
"Well who's to say you'll be my future husband." You say and his smile drops. He then wraps his fingers into your hair and tugs it back roughly making you wince in pain and reach up to grab his arm.
"Never say that again, you're mine." He let you go and grabbed a dagger that rested on his belt. He started cutting through the front of your dress snd you tried to get him to stop.
"Aemond I have no other clothes!" He ripped the dress off the just above your hips. Your nipples immediately hardened at being exposed to the air. He leaned down and pushed his lips around your neck and sucked. He trailed down to your chest and took a breast into his mouth. You gasped and closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips. He swirled his tongue around the bud and nipped. He let it go, leading a trail of saliva out.
"I cant wait to see these swell with milk." He mumbles and you look at him in shock.
"What are you saying?" You ask him but he just pulls back and stands. He undoes his cloak and throws it somewhere. Its followed by his boots, armor, tunic top and bottoms, letting you see his semi hard cock. He reached down and grabs the end of your dress and tugged it down completely. He got back on his knees and grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders. He lifted you up so your ass rested on his bare chest and you laid on your shoulders.
"Go ahead and scream for me, we're not in your in room anymore." With that he slammed his lips on your clit and stuck his tongue out. He swirled his tongue around, taking in your arousal. He pushed his sharp nose into your pussy and you screamed, slapping ground and gripped it roughly. He opened his mouth wider and devoured your cunt making tears run down the side of your face due to the pleasure.
"Aemond need to cum." You gasp and your eyes roll into the back if your head. He smirked into you and closed his mouth to only pay attention to your clit. Just a few sucks and his chin and chest were covered in your juices. “Fuck.” You smushed the side of your face into the ground and gasped for air. He slowly let you legs down so you were now lying comfortably on your back and your ass was on his thighs. He watched you writhe in pleasure, smirking to himself. He smacked your pussy making you jerk up and hold you hands out. “Stop stop.” You smiled through the overstimulation.
“Would you like me to fuck you now?” He asks and you nodded.
“Please.” You beg and feel the tip slid through your folds. He slowly pushed in, inch by inch. He let out a groan when he was completely in, the feeling of your pussy tightening around him felt godly.
“Gods, you’re so tight.” He slowly leaned forward and captured your lips with his. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he lowers himself down onto his arms. He started snapping his hips roughly, you clung onto his back and moaned into his ear. He grunted and let out small gasps. You could tell he was letting his guard down, when he snuck into your room on DragonStone he never let himself make noise, always being on high alert.
He found a rhythm with his thrusts, you scratched down his chest leaving behind red lines. He shoved his hips forward making your thighs slightly touch your chest. His cock was hitting the devastating spot inside of you.
“Oh fuck Aemond.” Skin slapping against skin and the obscene sounds coming from your pussy. You were sure you’ve already covered Aemonds thighs and crotch with your wetness. “Im gonna cum.” He dug his face in between your shoulder and neck and but down roughly. You gasped loudly and the slight pain triggered your orgasam. Aemonds eyes rolled into the back of his head at the feeling of your tightening around him. He lifted himself up on his knees and grabbed your hips.
“Fuck you’re my girl, my true queen.” He seethed through his teeth and started pounding into you making you gasp. His hips sputtered as he was nearing his end but before he could he was slammed on his back by you. He looked up at you in shock. “What-.” He was cut short by you slamming yourself on his cock.
“You say im yours, but are you mine.” You say and lean down. “Do I need to worry about finding leaving a whorehouse with Ser Cristion? Or better yet have your favorite whore, or should I say mistress really, Alys Rivers. Show up on the beaches of DragonStone and tell me she’s pregnant with your bastard child.” You glared at but still kept moving up and down. Aemond groaned and closed his eyes, the thing with him going to a brothel and the issue with Alys was almost the cause of him loosing you almost two years ago. He reached up and grabbed your hair and tugged you close.
“How many times do I have to tell you, she was never with a child she just wanted to make our lives a living hell.”
“And you still stuck your cock into her.” You seethed, now it was Aemonds turn to glare at you. He slapped your ass roughly then wrapped his arms your torso, followed by lifting his knees up. He pounded into you from the bottom roughly.
“Im going to put my child in your belly, now you will know how serious I am about being only yours.” He grunted and you bit his shoulder as your third orgasam of the night hit. Followed by the feeling of his hot cum shoot into you. Your body jerked against him and your eyes felt heavy. Aemond felt your body relax and he smirked. “Sleep well Lover.”
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Aemond watched you sleep that night. The moon shone on your dark skin making you practically glow. A true angel.
He hunted boar for dinner, so when you woke up you’d have food in your belly. In the time he sat around, cooking the boat, Aemond thought about his next move. But he needed to talk to you first.
You felt yourself waking up, you felt the heat of a fire hitting your face. You sat up and notices Aemonds cloak around your naked body, holding it tightly.
“Sleep well.” Said Aemond and you turned around to see him eating a piece of meat, you nodded and stood up before taking a seat next to Aemond. He reaches over to grab a chunk of meat to hand to you. “We’re going to go back to DragonStone in the morning and im going to pledge myself to your mother and ask for your hand.”
“What?” You say in shock and turn you body to him. “You’d be killed before you could get a word out.”
“Trust me, nothing will happen to me.” He kissed your forehead and you sighed and rested your head on his bicep.
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When the sun rose you and Aemond set off back to DragonStone on your dragons. He led you to the top of your roof and helped you down into the window. You got your hair fixed and grabbed a dress to put on. The whole time Aemond couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.
“Tie me up please.” You say and move your hair out of the way to reveal the back of your dress. Aemond stood up from your bed and grabs the strings.
“In what way.” He whispers into your ear and you roll your eyes. He chuckled and kissed the back of your ear. He tightened the strings and tied them together. You smiled up at him and he nodded before walking to the door. “Ready?” He held his hand out for you to take, you nodded and took his hand.
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“What is he doing here?” Your mother asked as you stood by your uncle.
“Mother he’s-.” You started but Aemond stood in front of you.
“Princess Rhaenerya, im here to pledge myself to you and your cause. You are the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and queen of the seven kingdoms im here to help you take it from my brother.” He says and draws his sword. Daemon draws his as well and raises it to his nephew, ready to attack. But he nor Rhaenerya expected him to get down on one knee with his sword balanced on both hands above his head. “I would also like to ask for the hand of your daughter.”
“Why would I accept any of this? You’re the son of the enemy, how can I know you wont betray me or hurt my daughter.” Aemond set his sword down on the ground and stood up.
“I could never dream of hurting her, and if you being on the throne makes sure my beloved is safe I will do anything in my power to make sure that happens.” Aemond grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of it. You tried to suppress a smile that came up, making you have to look away from him. Rhaenerya watched the interaction, it reminded her when she was with Daemon.
“I accept Prince Aemond, but the only way you will be marrying my daughter is if we win and I sit on the throne.” Says Rhaenerya and Aemond nods and grabs his sword.
“You have my word, Queen Rhaenerya.”
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A/n- hoped you liked this. While i was writing this I was honestly thinking about writing a prequel about Aemond going off with other women and the whole thing with Alys at the start of him and Y/n’s relationship and also a sequel of them living in peace after everything
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Pot calling the Kettle Black
Mihawk x Reader + Alucare OOC
Just some domestic Fluff stuff and light violence.
Saw someone requested this! But when I went to answer the answer got deleted cause my laptop overheated and shut off ;-; I'm so sorry! (If you were the person please DM me I do apologize)
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"For goodness sake" You sigh as you watch the comb snap from your sons hair. Tossing the ruined item to the side to later be thrown away.
You sat there trying to brush through Alucare's thick hair. It seemed the salty air had decided to reek havoc on his dark locs and render them a crusty tangled mess.
"This is humilating-" He grumbled sitting on the floor of the cabin you and Mihawk shared, Wincing everytime you ran the now 4th comb through his hair and encountered a knot.
"Sorry honey but you're too tall for me when you sit in the chair" You admit, needing the upper angle in order to even attempt to manage his hair.
You rinced his hair in more fresh water but it seemed no matter how much you used it was not helping in softening the hardened locs.
Yanking more on his hair which earn another pained grunt in discomfort from the boy- Both of you not noticing the door opening as Mihawk watched calmly from the doorway lf the cabin.
"Struggling?" He finally spoke, revealing himself to the both of you as you pulled the comb from Alucare's hair.
"Yes, His hair is so dry was the sea air that it's a wavy mess" You say gesturing to his locks with a defeated sigh. Alucare glancing back at his father who seemed amused by the sight, Mihawk walking into the room fully and taking the comb from you as well as reaching into the bag he personally carried and grabbing a jar.
"I'll help, Come" He said calmly and gestured to the chair in the room. Alucare turned his nose to this but sighed in defeat as he stood up and sat in the chair. Mihawk going behind him and taking the hair product he used began to comb it through his hair- Softening it enough to take out the knots.
You looked on in surprise at the two- It was a very cute father son moment in your eyes as you watched Mihawk with care detailed his sons hair.
"The salt from the sea will dry out your hair and stick to you. Add more conditioner" He grumbled, Alucare nodding at this as Mihawk with gentle hands detailed the boys hair.
"Why bother keeping your hair so long to begin with?-" Mihawk asked, raising a brow noting that when continuing it was just past the center of his back. Far too long for his taste.
"Cause when it was shorter I got mistaken for you and almost scared a Marine half to death" He said calmly, Mihawk freezing in his actions before he cracked a small smirk and continued his task at hand.
"I see" He said calmly continuing the task at hand. However was forced to stop just halfway through and pulled Alucares hair back in a low ponytail for the time being.
"Out of product.. We will be stopping in a village soon for your mother to stretch her legs- we will gather more hair product for you" he said calmly as Alucare stood from the chair and gave a short thanks.
Standing in the little general store Mihawk turned his head to see Alucare speaking with a girl- A pretty girl. How her cheeks were red and she was clearly swoon- Alucare also flirting back with a charmed smile on his face, he knew that look well.
It wasn't long till the three of you (four on the way) made it to a tiny village to get some supplies for the journey. Deciding a small store near the docks would have the hair supplies for the teen.
The young girl played with a lock of her dark brown hair, her ebony sparkling as Alucare clearly wooed her and she gave a shy nod. Earning a smile from his son and he nodded walking back towards you two- Noting that Mihawk had clearly noticed.
"Mother, they are having a summer festival in a few days, Would you like to attend?" Alucare asked, seeing how your face lit up at the idea. Chattering excitedly at wishing to do this as Mihawk stared at his spawn- Clever.
"What do you saw Mihawk? Wanna stay for the festival?" You ask softly, he looked in your eyes and knew he wouldn't refuse you. So he gave a soft nod to you. Alucare smirked at this as he clearly got what he had wanted- Grabbing the hair stuff he needed quickly he smirked. The Warlord hummed, knowing damn well what was to come soon.
In less then 5 hours his son was off running around with this girl- Mihawk saw how this girl and Alucare ran around the island together clearly he had wooed her a bit too well. Knowing that his son was plotting to win her heart and win something else before departing- The adventurous feeling of the sea clearly infecting him with wonder and interest. He had done the same, it came with being out on sea.
The day of the festival Mihawk was excited for all the wrong reason- Sure he was happy to get to spend the festive day with you but really he wanted to see the blow up that was about to happen-
A stolen kiss and a blushing of a innocent girl had Alucare confidence up and bolstered, even if he knew it may be cruel to do. On the second night Alucare snuck onto the ship, not expecting Mihawk to still be awake waiting for him as he cleaned his blade.
"You lied to her I take it?-" Mihawk asked, Already knowing the answer to the question. Alucare nodding silently-
"Her heart is going to be broken when she finds our you're leaving" He said calmly and met his sons gaze.
"That's why I won't tell her. Goodnight" He said shortly and headed to his Cabin on the ship. Mihawk shaking his head at this- Not under his watch.
Was this his live soap opera? Hell yes it was.
"Ready to head out back to sea Alucare? We need to leave by morning. Who is your friend here?" Mihawk said quite louder then his normal tone, purposely making sure the girl heard every word he said.
Once at the festival Alucare separated from you both rather quickly, most likely to enjoy himself elsewhere with the girl. Leaving the two of you alone to enjoy one another. The dancing, the food and even the drink had been fantastic. Seeing you dance and dress up for the lovely festivities had been worth every Berry he spent, the pretty festival clothes complimented you well and he couldn't help but keep his hands on you.
Truthfully having spent the day with you he had forgotten the whole ordeal with Alucare. Till he son his son running up a scenic hill for the firework show.
Staying for the fireworks with you he silently plotted what he would do. Knowing they would probably still be on that scenic hill once over- You were also pretty tuckered out and he didn't want to stress you or the baby. Getting you back to the ship to rest after the fireworks Mihawk set in his plan and went back out to the festive grounds to find his son and burst his little bubble.
"Ah there you are my Son" Mihawk said calmly as he walked towards the kissing teen couple- the two pulling away as Alucare eyes were as wide as saucers at being caught.
"Wait you're leaving?- You're family didn't move here?" She asked sharply, Alucare sending a murderous glare at his father. Not expecting the old man to not only catch him but also absolutely call him out on his bullshit.
"Seems so" He said nonchalantly, clearly trying to play it cool for being caught so bluntly. "It seems some things have changed so I will be leaving"
"You lied to me!" She hissed angrily, clenching her fist.
"I did-" He said calmly which made her angrier.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she fumed, Alucare stepping back as he tried to clearly step out of the emotional situation. However neither Mihawk nor Alucare expected what happened next- In a second she pulled back and pushing cheddar him square against the jaw with a bone bending strength.
Alucare stumbled back so hard Mihawk had to catch him and both their eyes were wide at such a hard punch from the little lady. Her eyes narrowed at both of them in anger and Mihawk had a wave of deja vu.
"I will not forget this Asshole!" She yelled, huffing as she stormed away angrily down the scenic hillside back to the village.
Mihawk standing Alucare up fully as both of them seemed a bit dazed. The two Dracule men walking back to the ship where you were waiting for them.
As Alucare boarded the ship he glanced to the side seeing his father with a amused gleam in his eyes as he waited for him to board.
"Was it fun heartbreaker?" He teased, earning a glare from the teenager as he grumbled and went on the ship. Ignoring the ache from his cheek which was sure to be blue and purple by the days end.
"Oh shut it-" Alucare grumbled as Mihawk gave a noise which was as close to a chuckle he got. Before the family retired to bed.
Once out to sea you had prepared your small family a meal and all seated in the ships small breakfast you scolded you son and gave him a ice pack for his swollen cheek.
"That was very unkind Alucare, I raised you better then that" You warn and he sighs at this, Accepting the verbal lashing he was getting from you.
"By the way- What was that poor girl's full name? You are going to send a apology to her" You tell him, still disappointed in your son for stealing that girls first kiss and lying to her.
Alucare paused his eating for a moment, thinking back "Beckman.. Lyra Beckman I believe-"
There was a mild choking noise from the older man, Mihawk sighed heavily at this as he rubbed his temple... Of fucking course it was...
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