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saddiorprincess · 2 months

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𝒁𝒖𝒌𝒐 𝒙 𝑪𝒐𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆/𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒚 /𝑩𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓!!

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.𝒁𝒖𝒌𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆/𝒃𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐/𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝒔/𝒐!(𝒇𝒆𝒎,𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔,𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚+𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆❣︎)

Ok so believe it or not Zuko adored you the moment you to layed eyes on each other .

I’m talking head over heels and he wasn’t afraid to check you out either ,although you being apart of Sokka and Katara’s Shenanigan’s and helping out the Avatar did throw him off a little (lot bro was holding back vengeance).

But he honestly found you beautiful,the most prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

He would never admit it tho. Especially not after trying desperately to win back his honor he had a mission and he was going to do it so what if he caught a glimpse of you in a pretty pink lacy dress with tight stockings? ,he was supposed to capture the avatar not pay attention to girls. 🙄(he was fighting demons )

Every time he found your location after tracking down the avatar he purposely never went near you partly because he was afraid he’d get shy and start rambling and loose focus ,partly because he didn’t want to hurt you and even ordered his guards to not attack you or go near you either.

During his time trying to capture Aang he noticed that you were a bit well uh..slow?. Even after he turned cunty and started being apart of the gaang he noticed you were quite stupid when it came to anything (me core) ,you were always so lost and curious it was actually rly cute.

Speaking of the devil. When Zuko did turn Cunty and finally started thinking outside the box and joined the gaang he avoided you a little at first . Who could blame him ? You were always so sugary and sweet poor boy didn’t know how to act and partly dreaded his decision because not only was he trying to avoid you ,but anytime he saw lace,pink,or smelt a sweet tapestry his mind immediately went to you.

When he finally stopped being a scary cat despite not being the kindest person ,nor knowing how to be he always acted as polite and respectful towards you. (Bro was secretly plotting your wedding )

Would compliment you 24/7 at first little things like “you look pretty.” Or “this color suits you .” (This was his no rizz era) but eventually he did start being sweeter .

Would offer to carry things for you. Didn’t matter what as long as he was by you.

Was actually rly clingy. At first Zuko didn’t rly get as comfortable with anyone else as quickly as he did you,so he followed you around like a lost puppy on all the missions .(rizz?)

Literally swoons every time he sees you all dolled up (every day ) ,thinks he’s slick and peeps at you but you notice. You don’t mind tho .

He’s very observant. Any time he notices you looking out of place or feeling left out he makes sure to include you in at least something .(you always do the same for him ,he’s literally devoted to you)

The amount of times Zuko almost blew something up because uncle Iroh said y’all would look cute together.(unc speaking facts per usual)

Although it would take a WHILE.Zuko would eventually warm up to you and trust you enough to admit his past and even go as far as willing to move on and admit his mistakes to be with you.(stop I’m crying poor baby:()

Praises you on a daily basis (ofc not with the gaang around) but you fr have him swoon.

Very overprotective of you no matter if you’re around the gaang or not anytime another boy tried to get with you or talk to you he’d just wrap his arm around you or hold your waist. If they still didn’t get it then he’d just blow them up.(canon)

Loves how soft you are. Doesn’t matter what time of day if he’s not busy being a asshole or a girl-boss he’s got his head in between your thighs as you play with his hair and hum .

Like I said he’s very observant he literally tracks your every move (Joe Goldberg who😝?) one switch in your attitude and he’s immediately trying to calm you and god forbid anyone makes you upset or uncomfortable. (Hello this sounds sorta cringey y’all ignore this )

Is always making sure to give you attention.(especially in his fire lord era ) he’s usually busy but don’t worry,he always makes it up to you somehow.

Likes when you wear dresses he loves how he can see your plush tummy. Go’s farel when he sees your plush thighs in stockings or tights .(he’s just like me fr)

Gives you free tea at uncle irohs tea shop .(canon)

Loves to show you off. Like “look how pretty my wife is :3.” Meanwhile you’re doing the dumbest shit known to man kind and are probably gonna end up sat on Zuko’s lap crying your eyes out in 5 minutes.😍

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑰𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑪𝒔 𝑰𝒎 𝑳𝒂𝒛𝒚😞. 𝑰𝒇 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅^_^

#prince zuko #atla zuko #zuko x reader #atla #atla x reader

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet With The Hantengu Clones

Sekido | Karaku | Aizetsu | Urogi x AFAB reader

Warning: this whole post contains smut

A/N: I am here to provide for y’all. I’m going to try and get as much Hantengu clone content out as I can this week LMAO. I am determined to pioneer and fill the clones’ smut tags

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Sekido: he’s quiet for once, though he won’t necessarily comfort you after everything he put you through. He’s more or less going to offer you a wet cloth to clean yourself but he won’t do it for you. He’ll share the bed after to sleep but that’s it.

Karaku: talkative and teasing, he’s going to push your tangled hair out of your face and comment about how fucked out you look. He’ll clean you up but isn’t exactly gentle. He’ll lay beside you after but not cuddle, more or less lay shoulder to shoulder.

Aizetsu: he needs praise, he’ll tell you how good you were but he needs you to do the same for him. He prefers if you clean each other up opposed to doing it alone. He’s big on spooning after, big or small spoon, it doesn’t matter to him so long as he’s touching you

Urogi: everything is a competition, when it comes to aftercare he’s determined to be the best at it. He’ll give you whatever you need, clean you up, give you water, help you walk and care for the accidental wounds from his claws. He’s also a fan of cuddling.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Sekido: his hands and his biceps. Your neck, he’s obsessed with biting it and leaving angry looking teeth marks on your skin.

Karaku: his chest and his abs. Your ass, he loves to hit it, squeeze it, scratch it. He loves when it turned bright red after hitting it hard.

Aizetsu: his hands. Your everything. There is not one part of you that he doesn’t adore, he finds all of it attractive

Urogi: his abs and his thighs. To be blunt, he loves your pussy. He’s not ashamed to say that either, he’ll gladly proclaim it to anyone.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Sekido: prefers to cum inside, finds it the easiest to clean up that way. He’s not very fond of making a mess with his cum

Karaku: loves to cum down your throat or on your face. He likes how pathetic you look covered in his cum

Aizetsu: he cums wherever he feels like it, he likes seeing your ass covered in it but he also likes seeing it seep out of you

Urogi: his goal is always to cum inside rather than on you, that means in your mouth, your cunt or in your ass

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Sekido: he loves when you have a sharp tongue and degrade him. It doesn’t happen often but he loves how it makes him feel. He’s angry, always in a bad mood, sex is the only thing that is able to calm him for a bit and when you talk back it only fuels is desire to unwind

Karaku: secretly wants you hurt him. He can regenerate, you’d have zero chance at actually causing him real, lasting harm. But he wants you to cut him up, hurt him, make him beg you to stop all the while you’re using his dick like a personal toy

Aizetsu: he wants you to tie him up and use him, leave him there for hours at a time, hard and leaking and waiting for you to satisfy him. He wants you to edge him until he’s crying and begging, just like he does to you. Though he often gets upset with you…

Urogi: he wants to fuck you in the wilderness. Given the fact that he can fly, he can get the two of you to some pretty fascinating places. Want to fuck on the side of a mountain? On top of someone’s house? Up in the trees? You name it, he’s sure he can find it.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Sekido: he’s had his fair share over the last century but he’s also selfish in bed. He knows what he’s doing but he thinks you need to earn it. Prove to him that you deserve it.

Karaku: he knows what he’s doing but he hasn’t had as much experience as Sekido. He’s more laid back and doesn’t mind his partner taking the lead and showing him a thing or two.

Aizetsu: initially he had no idea, just a lot of fumbling and confusion at first. He excels if he has a partner with experience and would rather you show him what you want to do

Urogi: he has experience from peeping on people, over the last century his appearance has made it harder to actually go out and put his acquired skills to use. Luckily he has you

F= Favorite position

Sekido: mating press

Karaku: cowgirl

Aizetsu: doggy

Urogi: butterfly

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Sekido: extremely serious. Like no joking, no smart comments, fully serious and fully focused

Karaku: a healthy mix of goofy and serious. He’s more laid back, making slick comments here and there

Aizetsu: fairly serious, he isn’t one to really make jokes in general, more or less he’s too focused and a bit worried to even attempt

Urogi: completely unserious. He’s going to make sly comments, crack jokes at your expense

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Sekido: bald, the hair annoys him

Karaku: trimmed, he keeps up with it

Aizetsu: trims it occasionally but usually he lets it be

Urogi: completely untamed, not one fuck given

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Sekido: rough, there are a few intimate moments but most of the time he’s focused on blowing off some steam

Karaku: dirty, filthy even. He’s not afraid to be intimate but most of the time he’s doing this to fulfill desires opposed to romance

Aizetsu: romantic unintentionally, his constant need for praise and reassurance definitely helps

Urogi: heathy mix of romantic and rough, he’s smart enough to know what you enjoy. That way you won’t leave

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Sekido: never… which is probably why he’s so damn mad

Karaku: any chance he gets

Aizetsu: rarely, he’s a bit embarrassed of it

Urogi: he’d find someone to fuck before resorting to it

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Sekido: he’s a sadist, enjoys BDSM, Dacryphilia all the way

Karaku: he enjoys bondage, Somnophilia, and degrading

Aizetsu: massive praise kink, discipline, impact play

Urogi: breeding kink, asphyxiation, lactation

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Sekido: private and practical, prefers the bedroom

Karaku: not ashamed of being caught but prefers to keep it inside. Would rather a couch, bed or table

Aizetsu: bedroom or bathroom, too scared of being caught

Urogi: anywhere and everywhere. Wherever you want and wherever he can take you

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Sekido: when you’re a brat. He wants nothing more than to put you in your place and remind you that he’s superior

Karaku: cute/revealing clothing. Any inch of skin you tease is enough to rile him up

Aizetsu: praising and complimenting him. He’s a bit sensitive and can get easily worked up by the simplest of affirmations

Urogi: trying to run away. He loves a good game of cat and mouse, finding it cute and exciting that you think you can escape him

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Sekido: slapping, yeah he’s pretty angry most of the time but he refused to intentionally hurt you / touch your face in such a way

Karaku: role play, he doesn’t get it. He’s a fucking demon, either you take him as he is or not at all, he doesn’t get why you’d want him to act like something he isn’t

Aizetsu: bladder patience, if there is a chance he may get embarrassed, he’s not into it all at

Urogi: blindfolds, he needs you to look at him and he needs to see your pretty face. He won’t settle for anything less.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Sekido: given that he has the most experience, he’s pretty well versed in the world of oral

Karaku: quick learner and quick to please, he’s cocky about his oral skills and even likes to annoy Sekido by saying he’s better

Aizetsu: he needed some guidance at first, but once he got the hang of it, there was no going back. He’s pretty good

Urogi: a bit aggressive but very eager, he knows what he’s doing and won’t stop until he gets his way

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Sekido: he’s rough and has a lot of stamina, he can last three or four rounds before needing to slow down. Willpower of a god though, he can hold off his own orgasm for a good 10-15 minutes inside of you.

Karaku: he’s a bit more sensitive but tries to act like he’s not, that being said, he can only go about two rounds before getting too sensitive and overheated. Lasts about 2-4 minutes each time he’s inside of you

Aizetsu: not a one and done deal but he definitely needs a minute after coming once, he’s lasting 3 minutes tops once he actually gets inside. He’s a bit shy about it but your reassurance helps

Urogi: fucking feral, he could go on for hours, round after round without needing a break. Each time he’s inside of you he can last about 5 minutes or longer before it’s too much to hold back

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Sekido: If you've pissed him off enough then absolutely, I don’t think it’s possible for him to go slow/easy even if he wanted to

Karaku: Similar to Sekido, it really depends on if you do something to piss him off. Which is a more impressive feat in the long run. I see him typically not being in a rush

Aizetsu: never, he likes going at his own pace and doesn’t appreciate being put on a time limit nor does he like the feeling of being obligated to do something

Urogi: he’s the most feral of the four imo, therefore any chance he gets… he’s going to take it. Time crunch or not he’s going to snatch that opportunity right up

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Sekido: rarely, unless he has a very intense desire to try something

Karaku: risky, he's not opposed to trying new things

Aizetsu: not really keen on trying new things, you'll have to persuade him into it.

Urogi: very risky, there are few things he won't try

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Sekido: 3-4 rounds, starting strong and able to last 10-15 minutes for the first two rounds, round three and four he dwindles to 5-10 minutes

Karaku: 2 rounds before needing a break, he can last about 2-4 minutes each time. Foreplay is more his thing

Aizetsu: 1 round before needing a break, 3 minutes max. He’s sensitive and trying to build up his tolerance. Stamina isn’t an issue, he’s just really fucking sensitive

Urogi: the only way he’s stopping is if he passes the fuck out. He’s feral in every since, stamina lasting him 5 minutes at least once he gets inside. They only time he takes a brief break is if you beg.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Sekido: he works with what he has, but sometimes that’s simply not enough. He’s more than willing to use toys if it means they can get the job done in a satisfying manner

Karaku: obsessed with vibrators, he loves the way you squirm because of him, the way you tense and flex around his cock.

Aizetsu: hesitant because he doesn’t want them to replace him. He needs to feel that importance, to know he’s the one that brings you that pleasure. Sometimes toys can ruin his confidence

Urogi: never, he has everything you need, he’s sure of it. Toys would just be a useless addition. Though his opinion may change if you sneak one in

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Sekido: he's rude, teasing you until you're sobbing and pleasuring himself in front of you and leaving you untouched. Super unfair.

Karaku: unfair to an extent, the suspense is fun for him but perhaps not so much for you. He'll give in eventually.

Aizetsu: he's pretty fair, mostly because he can't contain himself from time to time and thinks its just easier to give in

Urogi: he's fair unintentionally, he's too damn horny to bother holding back. Which results in nearly equal amounts of pleasure for both of you

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Sekido: grunts and groans but rarely talks, even then he tries to keep the noises he makes quiet

Karaku: he’s a moaner and he’s not ashamed of it, he’ll use dirty talk the whole time as well

Aizetsu: he whimpers and whines and even cries, it’s the one thing he’s not embarrassed about either

Urogi: this mother fucker screams, he’s yelling, howling even, not one bit ashamed of how good you make him feel

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

I don't have individual HCs for them at the moment, but I do have a group HC in a modern AU setting. The four of these mother fuckers are stoners and you can't tell me otherwise. Karaku is the dealer who supplies his brothers. The apartment they share often reeks of weed, and one of them always has smoke seeping out from under their closed bedroom door. Stoned sex is a common situation.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Sekido: 5.7 inches when hard, no curve

Karaku: 5.3 inches when hard, slight curve

Aizetsu: 4.8 inches when hard, curved

Urogi: 5.5 inches when hard, no curve

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Sekido: moderate

Karaku: moderate-high

Aizetsu: low-moderate

Urogi: very high

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Sekido: within ten minutes

Karaku: depending on the time, right away or within a few hours

Aizetsu: under five minutes

Urogi: he’s only stopping if he passes out

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tightjeansjavi · 2 months

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The Rite of Movement | part six

“I’m sad again, don’t tell my girlfriend”

A/N: fun fact about the little black cat in the moodboard! It’s actually my friend’s cat Artemis 🥺 love that little fur baby to the moon and back! Don’t let the title fool y’all…it’s a little sad of a chapter but don’t worry!! Everything is going to be fine!! I pinky promise 💗

~word count: 4.0k~

Summary: Joel opens up to you about his past at Brazzers and before he met you

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, established relationship, discussions of toxic societal norms, the adult film industry, past relationships, grief, intimacy, communication, unconditional love, unprotected piv, cock warming, mentions of alcohol, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is baby love, +18 minors dni!

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Calloused fingertips gently pluck wire guitar strings that once were coated in a fine layer of dust. Muscle memory takes over with each gentle thrum of the chords. He hasn’t played in years, the temptation arising, but never fulfilled. He used to play for Sarah, unable to say no when she’d curl up in his lap and watch him lightly pluck the strings. Carmen would watch from the kitchen, a soft smile etched on her face seeing Joel and her daughter bonding so soon.

Whad’ya wanna hear tonight, babygirl? Should we play your ma’s favorite?

Sarah curled up with her cheek pressed against Joel’s chest, his chin came to rest along the top of her head of curls as her small fingers reached out to pluck one of the strings, the baby song, Joelie! She giggled softly, and Joel’s heart melted into a puddle.

I love you, baby

And if it's quite alright

I need you, baby

To warm the lonely night

I love you, baby…

He can never say no to you, not when you look at him with those eyes, and in a honeyed tone asking him to play you a song while you’re sitting side by side, the comforting crackle and pops from the fire pit, a light quilt draped across your thighs, and Artemis curled up in your lap, purring happily.

“Whad’ya wanna hear, baby love?” He rasps, turning his head to the side, resting his chin along his shoulder as he looks over at you.

“Something that makes you feel, Joel.”

He swallowed the growing lump rising in his throat, glancing downwards towards his fingers lightly plucking the strings, “Somethin’ that makes me…feel?” His throat felt parched, brows furrowed inwards. “Okay.” He said softly, inhaling a lungful of air, clearing his airways. “I’m shit at singin’, jus’ so you know, baby love.”

“Don’t care, Joel. I wanna hear you.” You said softly, knee brushing against his as you rested your cheek against the cushion, a gentle expression on your face, eyes soft and holding adoration.

His fingers trembled under the soft glow from the fire as he began to strum the chords, To Make You Feel My Love. He was a bit rusty at first, missing a few notes here and there, till he fell back into a comfortable familiarity.

When the rain's blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case, I would offer you a warm embrace, to make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear, and there is no one to dry your tears, I could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love

I know you haven't made your mind up yet, but I would never do you wrong, I've known it from the moment that we met, there’s no doubt in my mind where you belong

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue, I'd go crawling down the avenue, there ain't nothing that I wouldn't do, to make you feel my love, mm…

His voice was warm, raspy and lulling. It held a gentle timbre that sent a warm tingle down your spine, tugging on your heartstrings in tandem.

He stumbled over the next verse, voice cracking and fingers losing their grip on the strings. He didn’t realize he was crying, hot wet tears streaming down his cheeks until he felt your gentle palm on his jaw.

Storms— are raging on a rolling sea, down the highway of regret—

“Joel.” You said softly, thumb brushing across his cheekbone, brushing away his tears that were flowing like a river, “Joel, hey. Look at me, baby. Look at me.”

“I—I’m sorry.” He choked, “I-I’m jus’ a bit rusty is all, baby love. S’been years since I’ve played this old thing.” He sniffled, jaw clenching and unclenching as you smoothed your thumb back and forth across his damp skin.

“Joel.” You reiterated soft, yet firm.

“I don’t even understand why I’m cryin’. Where did those tears come from? They weren’t there before. Must jus’ have somethin’ in my eye. Maybe it’s the smoke from the fire—” he rambled on.

“Joel Miller.”

That seemed to catch his attention as he met your gaze, blinking a few times with dark lashes wet and glistening. His lower lip wobbled and you had never seen him like this before, never this vulnerable, never this scared. Never this afraid of judgement that would never fall upon his shoulders, because you loved him unconditionally. No amount of fat tears, or stuttered speech would deter you from loving him.

“C’mere.” You said in understanding, gently prying the guitar from his grasp and coaxed him into your awaiting arms.

He wordlessly wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly with his face buried against your neck. His hands slipped under the back of your hoodie, feeling desperate for skin to skin contact to further soothe his emotions. “I’m sorry…” he whispered, hot breath fanning your neck, tears soaking into the neckline of your hoodie.

“Joel, what are you sorry for? Because of your emotions?…baby, it’s OK. You don’t have to apologize for being emotional. That is nothing to be sorry for.” You said softly, letting one hand rest at the back of his head, gently scratching his scalp with your nails while the other was rubbing circles against his back.

“I know—I jus’, I got caught up in the moment s’all. It really has been years since I last played…” he trailed off.

“Do you want to talk about it?…”

“Yeah.” He sniffled, fingers gently flexing along your lower back. “I do—I jus’ need a minute.”

“It’s okay, Joel. I understand, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” You reassured him.

She loves me, for me. She’s holding me, and wiping my tears. She sees me, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now than here in her arms.

“I know.” He whispered, “I ain’t goin’ anywhere either, baby love.”

You nodded in understanding, gently brushing away a loose curl that fell across his forehead. “For all your pretty, and all of your ugly, I’m here.”

He took a few minutes to compose himself, racking through memories in his brain that were flashing like images on a silver screen. When he and Tommy went back home to Austin, Joel had reentered the dating culture expecting success, and was met with the complete opposite. Women in Texas had opposing values compared to the women he encountered in LA. It had gotten to the point where he was beginning to truly believe that he wasn’t deserving of love or partnership.

“If you want women to like you, I suggest that you seriously consider finding a new career that doesn’t exploit women for their bodies. You didn’t actually think that you’d get a free pass, did you?” His date sitting across from him laughed and reached for her purse in a haste.

He felt defeated and beaten down as he sunk further against the the back of the chair, “If you would just let me explain why I chose this career, and that I am not exploiting women for their bodies—”

“You fuck for a living, Joel. It’s disgusting. Good luck to you, cause you’re gonna need it.” She said unkindly, slinging her purse over her shoulder and walked off.

He ground his jaw back and forth, clenching his teeth together as he felt the bitter sting of rejection pierce his heart out that was laid out on his sleeve. He reached for his wallet, suddenly feeling a dozen pairs of eyes on him in the intimate restaurant. Heat spread from his neck to his face in a bright flush of embarrassment and shame.

He paid the bill, apologizing profusely to the waitress both verbally and with a handsome tip. He gathered up his feelings, tucking them back away into a box as he swiped his thumb across the side of his nose, feeling tears begin to prick and pool.

“Joel, you just haven’t met the right one yet.” Tommy tried to explain to him over a couple beers in Joel’s backyard. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. Ain’t worth it.”

Joel scoffed under his breath, taking a swig from the beer bottle as he shook his head, “Tommy, you don’t understand. Women like you. They think you’re charming and barely bat an eye when you tell them about your job, but me? As soon as the words ‘adult film industry’’, or ‘pornstar’ come out, the narrative flips. And I am apparently not a feminist, I’m a disgusting person who exploits women for their bodies and I’m a pervert.” He laughed bitterly, feeling angry tears threatening to spill over,

“How is anyone going to see my heart if they’re not willing to look past what I do for a living?” He sniffled, “I jus’ have so much fuckin’ love to give, and no one wants it, Tommy. No one.”

Tommy shakes his head, dejected, devastated for his big brother. "I don't know, Joel. But if anyone is meant for love, real, true love, it's you. So I have to hold out hope."

You continued to gently pet his hair and while he silently worked through gathering his thoughts. You would sit out there with him for hours if he needed more time.

“Do you ever…have memories that jus’ pop up outta nowhere? Like, you’re jus’ goin’ about your day, and you just stop because you remembered something, or a memory pops up?” He suddenly said, eyes flickering to your gaze.

“More often than I’d like to admit.” You confirmed, encouraging him to continue.

“I wasn’t lyin’ when I said I haven’t played guitar in a long time. We’re talkin’ years. I’ve lost track if I’m bein’ honest. Anyway, memories of my past just creep in every now and then, and I want you—to know those pieces of me.”

“And playing guitar brought those memories to the surface? That’s understandable, Joel.”

He nodded, confirming your assumptions. “Yeah, exactly that. Anyway, I don’t know where to start I guess?”

“Wherever you feel most comfortable?” You suggested.

“Well, remember how I told you that I quit Brazzers on my 30th birthday? I did more than just quit. I pulled a complete 180 on my life in a matter of hours.” He started, taking a deep breath before he continued, “I was in a serious relationship at the time with someone who I had seriously considered spending the rest of my life with, y’know?”

“I understand, Joel.” You said softly.

“My girlfriend, Carmen and I were together for a few years. I met her on my 27th birthday at some bar close to the apartment Tommy and I were living in at the time. It started off casual if I’m being honest. I was apprehensive of telling her about my job because I knew that it probably would be poorly received. We just—we clicked. I felt like I could be myself around her and vice versa. We started getting serious at some point, and I finally told her that I was a pornstar. She initially took it a lot better than I expected, but she had a secret of her own to tell me.”

You couldn’t help the smile that was slowly tugging on the corner of your lips as you listened to Joel recounting memories from his past before he met you.

“That secret happened to be her 6 year old daughter, Sarah. She was the sweetest kid, baby love. She was a little shy at first, but I took the possibility of being her stepfather in stride.” He glanced downwards, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he was going to smile. “I loved that little girl like she was my own. And I truly wanted Carmen and I to work out, but she never accepted me for who I was. She resented the fact that I was a pornstar, and that ultimately led to me breaking up with her. I didn’t want to fight for someone who wasn’t going to fight for me, y’know?”

“I think it’s completely understandable why you broke up with her, Joel. I think one of the bare minimum expectations in a relationship is acceptance of who you are from your partner. I could see if you were doing something harmful to either yourself or her or others, but she had no right to judge you for the choices you made in your life.” You reached for his hand, interlocking your fingers through his hand gave it a gentle squeeze. “Isn’t that what we all want in life? Is acceptance for who we are?”

“I think it was also only a matter of time before one of us was going to cut the cord. And I truly believe if I didn’t quit Brazzers that day, her and I would have still been together, but I imagine it was inevitable for us to break up. I wasn’t even mad at her for it either. I was…disappointed because I loved her unconditionally. I would have gone to the ends of the earth for her, and I just had to accept that she wouldn’t do the same for me.” He sighed, brushing his thumb across the outside of your hand in a gentle sweep.

“Did you end up telling her that you quit working at Brazzers?”

He shook his head, lips curving downwards into a frown as he met your gaze once more, “no. I never told her that I quit because she would have believed that I quit for her when that wasn’t the case. I didn’t want to compromise who I was just to appease her. And I have a feeling that if I did tell her I quit, we wouldn’t have broken up, and that would have benefited no one. It fuckin’ hurt like hell afterwards though. I jus’ remember Tommy coming back from his smoke break and he found me on my knees outside on the patio just this blubbering fuckin’ mess.” He stifled a chuckle.

“You realized that you deserved better, Joel. Not everyone comes to that realization, but you did. Life’s too short to be with someone who won’t be there for you the way that you were for them. But of course it hurt, and I can only imagine the pain that you felt after the fact because you thought that this person was your endgame. You already had the mindset of fully settling down with her, and then you had to make the tough decision with both her feelings in mind and your own. And you know what? I’m proud of you.”

He had an incredulous look plastered on his face when you said that you were proud of him. “You’re…what? I don’t understand. Why—why are you proud of me for that?”

“Because instead of staying in a relationship that was never going to work out, no matter how hard you tried, you pulled the plug and told yourself that you deserved better. And you do, Joel. It’s no one’s business to know why you chose the career path that you did. To shame and judge you for something that they’ll never understand because society views sex work as something to feel shamed for. It goes against the ideal norms that have been instilled in us since birth. People don’t like that, Joel. And that’s not to say that Carmen wasn’t good to you in some capacity, but the resentment was there and nothing was going to change that.”

“Yeah, and the person who I do deserve is sitting right across from me. I wouldn’t have met you if I didn’t pull the plug when I did. Maybe I would have never quit Brazzers and moved back to Austin to start Miller-Co. Maybe you and I…would have never met. Because you? You—fuckin’ get me. From the second that you and I met, I just got this feeling in my chest that you were going to have a major impact on my life, baby love. And as cliche as it’s gonna fuckin’ sound, I believe that everything happens for a reason.” He breathed out, big brown eyes glassy, his nose twitching as he let out a soft sniffle.

“Alright, who’s cutting the onions now? Is it you, or is it Artie?” You softly giggled, fighting through your own brewing tears because you had never loved someone so deeply till you met Joel. It was surreal to feel an instant connection to someone, but he made things easy in the sense that you could be yourself around him. You found that you could speak your mind, you could be passionate, sad, angry, happy, and he never made you feel small for your larger than life feelings. Never made you feel like you were too much, or too little. His love for you was effortless, unconditional.

“I mean it, baby love. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve never laughed more with another person than I do with you. I’ve never felt more honest with myself and my feelings till you walked into my life. I tried dating here and there shortly after I ended things with Carmen because I just wanted to feel something again, y’know? I just didn’t realize how judgemental people could be till I left LA. It got to the point where I felt like maybe all the women telling me that I should be ashamed, and I’m this disgusting pervert were right. Maybe a man like me isn’t deserving of love. Tommy reassured me that I just hadn’t met the right one, and he was right. I hadn’t met you yet.”

Ring. Ring. Ring. I need a fucking ring. He thought to himself.

This is going to be the man I’m going to marry, right? Please tell me he’s the one. I don’t want to do this all over again with someone else. He’s my person. I know he is. You thought.

Neither of you were sure who leaned in first, or if it was just a gravitational pull between your bodies that drew you both in, but suddenly you felt his hot breath fanning your lips, and those dark espresso colored eyes reflecting the warm glow from the crackling fire staring directly into your soul. If only you had known that he wished at that moment that he had a ring.

And when your lips met, slotting together like two puzzle pieces, it was brief due to a soft meow from your lap and Artemis had crawled her way between you and Joel, swatting playfully at one of the strings on his hoodie. He detached his lips from yours, looking down at his little fur baby with adoration as a warm chuckle slipped past his lips. “You, Missy, are a real cock blocker, y’know that?” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and gathered her up in his arms. “I’ll be right back, ‘kay? You want anything to drink? I was gonna open up a nice bottle of Chardonnay? You in, baby love?”

“Oh, a glass of Chardonnay would be lovely, baby. But hurry back, okay? I’m not finished with you yet.” You leaned over the cushion, brushing your lips against the corner of his jaw before settling back into a comfortable position.

“Oh, I ain’t finished with you either, baby love. And that’s a fact.” He winked suggestively and stood up, cradling Artemis against his chest and you watched as he headed back towards the house, and disappeared through the back door.

You let out a content sigh, gazing up at the millions of stars visible on this crystal clear night. Your thoughts consisted of Joel, and how he made you feel like you were always the only person in the room. And how your love for one another was a two way street. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d meet someone like him. And when you heard the back door open and close, and his footsteps approaching, your heart skipped a beat.

You watched as he slowly sank down against the cushion, two wine glass stems held securely in one large palm, and in the other a bottle of Chardonnay.

He looked over at you as he worked the bottle opener corkscrew into the cork, twisting it slowly with the sleeves of his hoodie pushed up over his forearms that were lightly flexing with each twist. Before he could finish opening the bottle, however, you were crawling into his lap, situating your thighs on either side of his hips as you straddled him.

He leaned his back against the cushion, pausing his movements of opening the bottle, the corners of his lips quirking upwards as you looped your arms around his neck, fingers gently playing with the curls at the base of his hairline.

“What’re you doin’, baby love?” He rasped softly.

“Can I sit on it while you finish opening that?”

“You wanna sit on my cock while I pour us a couple glasses of wine? Mmm…I had a feelin’ that’s what you were gonna ask me, baby love.” He chuckled.

“Yeah…I just want to feel you, baby. Do you want that?”

“Of course I want that, baby love. Lucky for you, I went with no underwear this evening.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully as you giggled, peppering kisses across his jawline and just below his ear.

“Is that so?” You nipped playfully at his earlobe, scraping your teeth against his skin gently.

“Mhmmm.” He rumbled out a response, feeling his cock stir to life in the loose confines of his cotton sweats. “Anytime you want, baby, all of me s'yours.” He confirmed, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

You reached between your bodies, gently palming him through the fabric as he lifted his hips upwards so you could pull his cock free. He used his freehand to help you pull your own sweats down just enough that they were over your hips, and he used his thumb to pull your panties to the side, assisting you as you grasped the base of his cock and slowly seated yourself on him.

He let out a low grunt as you shifted your hips to get more comfortable while he finished uncorking the bottle of wine with a soft pop. You felt him grow harder inside of you, the girth of his cock stretching you open as your body accommodated to his size: a perfect fit.

“Feels nice.” You both said in unison letting the feeling of being connected mind, body, and soul, wash between you.

He reached for the two glasses, somehow managing to steadily pour the wine into both and set the bottle down so it wouldn’t tip over. He handed you your glass, clinking them together gently before you both took a sip.

“Hey, Joel?”

“Yeah, baby love?” He had his head tilted back against the cushion, eyes staying locked on yours as he brought the rim of the glass to his lips and took another sip. You felt your walls clench around him just from that simple action alone.

“I think for the next video we film…I want it to be with you and Tommy.”

“Mmm.” He hummed, letting his freehand drop down and grab onto your exposed hip, pressing you in further to him as his cock twitched inside of you, “I think we can arrange that, baby love.”

You let out a soft gasp that was replaced with his warm lips kissing you, tasting the tang and sweetness from the wine on your tongue. And even though you were just sitting on him, enjoying the intertwined feeling of being connected, he dropped his hand from your hip, moving it between your bodies till he found your clit and began to rub the sensitive bud in gentle, orgasm-inducing circles till you were gushing around his cock from the stimulation alone.

He drank down your soft moans, whispering praises and sweet nothings that were only meant for your ears. And even as the fire began to die, and your glasses were empty, wine warming your bellies, you stayed like this, connected as one.

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dinozarr · 8 months

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†⠀❝ LA LUNA ENAMORADA. ❞ ✶ SATORU GOJO !

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♱

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀“STREETRACER!GOJO HEADCANONS.”

★⠀warning y disclaimers — fem!reader. streetracer!au. fluff. smut. sexfiend!gojo. pussywhipped. overstimulation. crying. overprotective!gojo. jealous!gojo. voyeurism. begging.

NOTEZ : i’ve had this in my drafts since forever now, but since my mutuals street-racer gojo post is what gave me motivation to actually finish and post it, credit to my bae, t🫶🫶 @satoruhour !! (if y’all saw that name change no u didn’t.)

STREETRACER!GOJO⠀⟡⠀that enjoys having you sit on the hood of his sleekly polished Royal Blue Nissan Skyline R34, admiring how your broad upper body complimented his teams bomber jacket so perfectly. the way you’d gaze up at him with the same mischievous grin, your plump bottom lip pulled between your silver teeth; all of it just had the man practically itching to drag you inside of his car and have at it like a pair of rabid animals. having a girlfriend that was close in height (6’2) to him was never something ‘toru thought he’d enjoy, especially when he favored cute and smaller things. yet, the moment he laid eyes upon you he felt as if he was unable to take them off, allured by your aura alone.

STREETRACER!GOJO⠀⟡⠀who makes sure you’re right there by his side at every track call he gets. whether it’s a nightly s-race, or even just a quick little d-race. you’re his prized possession, along with his precious skyline of course, so he wanted both of his babies there any time he claimed yet another awaited victory. no matter how many times he won (which was a sickening amount of times) he always had to have his promised victory kiss from you in front of everyone, his hands (consensually) scrounging your body until they landed on your ass with a slight squeeze, making sure everybody knew that you were his and his alone.

STREETRACER!GOJO⠀⟡⠀loves showering you in kisses no matter where you two are. you could be out at the mall shopping for beauty products, or even skin care, and he’d be all up on you like a lost fucking puppy. every step you take and he’s right there behind you, hand in your back pocket while he takes into account of every item you pick up. yes, he has a list of everything you have ever grazed your fingertips against, the man had money and nothing better to do than spend it on the woman he planned on marrying.

STREETRACER!GOJO⠀⟡⠀is the literal Webster dictionary definition of jealous. it’s not even funny. the moment he even feels another persons eyes on you he’s pulling you to his hip by your belt loop, a small yelp tumbling it’s way out of your mouth from his abrupt actions. the longing gaze that you give him is paired with a mean-mugging glare while he eyes down the person that dared look in your direction. he knew you were stunning but that didn’t mean other people were allowed to look at what’s his.

STREETRACER!GOJO⠀⟡⠀oh, my god, is this motherfucker not only deathly obsessed with you, but he jumps at every chance he gets when it comes to being intimate with you. even though you guys are always all over each other, like i’m talking 24/7 type shit, that didn’t matter because if given the chance he’d stay in bed all day just in your arms. the way his delicate fingers dance along your silky skin sends chills down your back each time, followed with a delighted hum of satisfaction.

STREETRACER!GOJO⠀⟡⠀he adores how your tight little cunt squeezes around him every time. the way you scratch and gnaw at his solid pecks causing a profound smirk the glide it’s way across the man’s smug face. there’s nothing more that he loved other than laying beneath you as you rode him dry, enjoying the eye candy that you are and seeing how his over-average dick sent you into spirals. when he wasn’t toying with your breasts, or allowing his hands to caress your body, he was biting his lip and watching as your eyes rolled so far back you swore you could see the afterlife.

STREETRACER!GOJO⠀⟡⠀who hated any position where you weren’t looking at him. doggystyle? hell fucking no, over his dead body. reverse cowgirl? he’d have murder on his mind. full nelson? you might as well call the police because someone’s getting killed for even mentioning it. you were his girl so he’d be damned if he wasn’t able to stare at your full beauty while pleasuring you so good that you saw stars. he absolutely loved missionary though. the way he’d roll his hips drastically slow just to watch your legs twitch with his hands tenderly outlining the folds of your pussy.

STREETRACER!GOJO⠀⟡⠀who, at some points, has been so eager to feel your walls wrapped around him that he’d make you go to the backseat of his Skyline and you two would be at it for hours. he could give less of a damn if you two were at a track meet, if people were so desperate to see you than they could watch as you bounced on his dick for all he cared. the fully tinted windows were the only modification you demanded he get if he wanted to fuck in his car, and let me tell you. that man got those fucking windows tinted within the next ten minutes, no joke.

STREETRACER!GOJO⠀⟡⠀that loves when you tie him up and make him beg for you. he already worshipped your presence alone, so hearing him beg and cry like some loser who doesn’t get any pussy was just the cherry on top of it all. he especially loved it when you’ve edged him so bad his entire body is twitching like a wind-up kids toy. he loved watching your hands pump his veiny dick, your thumb pressing the tip as he cried behind the gag you put in his mouth. the minute you’d take the gag out though, he was stammering and slurring his words as if he were a drunk white girl wasted off white claws. the tears that coaxed his eyes were nothing more than a victory gift to you, you allowing him to finally let his load out after sliding yourself onto him; nothing but pure enjoyment twinkling in your eyes as he looked up at you while crying like some baby.

NOTEZ : first post to my streetracer!au. any other ones i make for jjk characters will be within the same universe as this one, so be advised. and, enjoy, ofc !

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hp-hcs · 5 months

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Um, yeah, I don't really have a specific character in mind (so you can ignore this if u want to!), but how would some characters react to a male reader who listens to muggle music, but like- metal?? yk

this is the kind of shit i wanna see in my inbox hell fucking yeah

❕i’ll be honest, my vibe has always been more punk/pop punk/metalcore/hard rock 🤷‍♂️ i did my best buttttt these are all just songs from my playlist so- (i adore my slytherin babygirls but they’ll always be second to my lord and savior glenn danzig)❕

also accidentally wrote gn reader again so that’s pretty girlypop

requests open

i’ve never actually written one of these like, group headcanons for a whole bunch of people, but i keep seeing other people doing it so we’re trying it out ig. do we like it? yes? no?

slytherin boys: gn! muggleborn! reader’s music taste is rather…unexpected

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mattheo: die, die my darling — misfits

i’m of the opinion that mattheo would fucking LOVE the misfits (once you introduce him)

he walks into your dorm to ask you a quick question, and you’re just dancing around in your room screaming the lyrics to:

“DIE DIE DIE MY DARLING, DONT UTTER A SINGLE WORD”

“DIE DIE, DIE MY DARLING, JUST SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH”

he’s like 🧍‍♂️😦😍

and that’s when he falls in love with you

jk, unless????

you show him the misfits’ entire discography, and bitch about jerry only (as u should)

he takes a bit too much of a liking to helena 🤨

yk, the song that goes “if i cut off your arms, and i cut off your legs, would you still love me, anyway? if you’re bound and you’re gagged, draped and displayed, would you still love me, anyway?”

🤨🤨🤨

interesting, mattheo. interesting. not concerning in the slightest.

he adores them and you guys listen to their music together when you study <33

y’all start running around screaming I AINT NO GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH

your teachers love it <3

theodore: nazi punks fuck off — dead kennedys

y’all were showering together

(is that really like a sexy thing? i sure as fuck don’t know 🖤🩶🤍💜)

you started singing to yourself and babygirl was like 😳☺️

he loves ur voice <3

even when you’re singing “nazi punks, nazi punks, nazi punks FUCK OFF”

(cause like……yk…….he’s a wizard nazi himself 😬👍)

awkwarddddd

he always lets you put on your music

to be honest, he doesn’t really care about the lyrics, he just loves that you love it

(*cough* simp *cough*)

draco: possessed by satan — gorgoroth

you’d just come back from winter break and had brought one of your holiday presents back with you: a new record player and a shitload of vinyls

you set it up in your dorm and asked your roomie, draco, if he’d mind if you played something

he'd never admit it, but he was wildly curious what muggle music sounded like

so of course, you blessed him with the sweet sweet sounds of gorgoroth 😌🥰

(aww, nostalgia <3)

he just looked at you like 😨

you then proceeded to educate him on gaahl beating the shit out of someone (a l l e g e d l y) and threatening to drink his blood

he’s now even more concerned

(do you or do you not tell him about the gogoroth concert ft. alive ‘crucified’ actors & impaled sheep heads vs. the country of poland?)

((idk babe that’s for you to decide))

blaise: boogie woogie wu — insane clown posse

i feel like blaise is chill enough to give any music a shot before deciding if he likes it or not

you weren’t that close, just acquaintances, but one day you just offered up your other headphone to him in the middle of a really boring class

oh, he’s in love

🎵😍😍🎶

you make him a playlist of songs you think he’d love, and he lowkey almost starts crying and that’s how he asks you out on your first date

(is it terrible to think that this might be your wedding’s first dance song?)

((NOW MURDERRRR))

(((UH OH, HERE COME THE PO-PO TOO MUCH MURDER)))

enzo: custer — slipknot

it’s your ringtone for someone 😌

like ur mom, or something? idfk

“incoming call from: birthgiver” 🎵CUT CUT CUT ME UP AND FUCK FUCK FUCK ME UP🎶

enz:🧍‍♂️

he doesn’t even know how to react

he’s only a bit terrified

he’ll listen to a few other songs you play for him, but will make you play the weird sisters afterwards

tom: reincarnate — motionless in white

he’s bitching about how much muggles suck and muggle music is trash blah blah blah

and ur like “oh really? wanna bet?”

you whip out your phone and start blasting your playlist

he would absolutely eat that shit up

it’s cheaper than therapy ig 🤷‍♂️

he hates being wrong about anything ever so he’ll never admit out loud that he likes it, but he will just show up at your dorm at like eleven pm like:

“do you have any more uh……song recommendations or something…..uhhhh” 🧍‍♂️

babygirl 💞

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star-girl69 · 3 months

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OMG THE LITTLE FAMILY STUFF IS SO CUTE now imagine ivy like accidentally calling the reader amd clarisse mom for the first time OR OR someone (percy) like coming over and being like "hey I don't think this parenthood is a good idea here" (bc just imagine clarisse junior in the future) and ivy is wtf so she starts defending them and being like THOSE ARE MY PARENTS (10 yo vs 12 yo standoff go!!)

LETS GO I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS FAMILY I LOVE EVERYTHING

the first time ivy calls you mom it’s not on purpose

you just basically are her mom

all she knows is you treat her how a mom is supposed to treat their daughter

you’re probably like dropping her off at arts and crafts class and she casually goes

“ok bye mom see you later!”

cue the tears

you’re screaming and crying and hyperventilating and RUNNING straight to clarisse who is training and she’s like OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OKAY

and you’re like

“i-i-i-ivy oh my god clar ivy-”

“SOMETHING HAPPENED TO IVY?!?!??!?” protective mom mode activated

“NO SHE CALLED ME MOM”

“oh. OH. SHE CALLED YOU MOM?????”

“I KNOW” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

clarisse is so happy she’s like aw omg she’s a little jealous on the inside but she’s fine she’s fine she’s fine

she’s not fine if you couldn’t tell

but clarisse doesn’t have to wait too long bc the next day clarisse wakes up at like 3am and has to go to the bathroom and little adorable baby ivy sits up too rubbing her eyes and is like

“mom? where are you going?”

she’s about to LOSE. HER. SHIT.

but it’s late and she doesn’t want to overwhelm ivy so she keeps it cool and just says she’s going to the bathroom she’ll be back soon

anyways later you both sit ivy down and ivy is like WOAH WOAH WOAH WHATS HAPPENING

and you’re trying to be professional and adult about it

but you’re like “YOU CALLED ME MOM!!!! YOU CALLED CLAR MOM!!!!!! AND ITS OK!!!!! WE LOVE YOU AND WE ARE YOUR MOMS BASICALLY!!!!!”

ivy is like “I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE BUT I LOVE YOU MOMS”

happy family ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

just to clarify y’all PERCY DOES NOT ACTUALLY THINK CLARISSE AND Y/N ARE BAD FOR IVY ITS JUST THERES TWO OF THEM CAN WE ATTACH A LEASH TO THE LITTLE ONE MAYBE

so let’s pretend it’s just another random rude ass 12 year old who’s name will be…. hm…… mark!

so mark and ivy are like chilling around at the training grounds waiting for their turn and then mark is like “oh my god you’re so bad you can even hold the sword correctly”

ivy is ????? she’s holding it the way clarisse taught her to hold it so what…….

“um? idk…. this is how you hold it dude…..”

and then you come over innocently and you’re like “hi ivy baby you forgot your water i’m gonna leave it right here!” and she’s like “ok mom!” bc you’re her mom and she loves you

so then mark is like “NO WAYYYYY YOU CALL HER MOM????”

“YES BC SHE IS MY MOM DO YOU HAVE A DAMN PROBLEM!?!?!?”

“i just feel sorry for you like your own parents didn’t want you so the best you could get was two random teen girls??? LMAOOOO i bet they’re horrible ‘parents’ too ”

“BITCH IM GONNA-”

ivy may be tiny but she uses that to her advantage and jumps on top of people

so she starts scratching and kicking and hitting screaming “TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK”

bro mark is crying

one of mark’s friends drag ivy off of him and then you and clarisse run over at the commotion

and all you see is this kid crying, another kid holding ivy back- her hairs all messy and she’s kicking and screaming still

the kid very quickly drops ivy when he sees you

you have to THROW yourself in front of her so she won’t attack him again

clarisse just presses the tip of her spear into mark’s armor and he’s like “IM SORRY IM SORRY WAHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH”

ivy is laughing hysterically “THATS WHAT I THOUGHT THATS WHAT I FREAKING THOUGHT YOU LOSER!!!!!!!”

you’re in such shock WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR PRECIOUS BABY

clarisse is proud but confused

ivy is hugging you, her face pressed in your stomach when clarisse crouches down next to her

“you wanna tell me what happened?”

“well first he said i was holding my sword wrong but I WASNT i was holding it like this the way you taught me and then mom came over and then he started laughing when i called her mom and then he said you guys were probably horrible parents and i was SO MAD so i started attacking him”

ivy rn: 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

you’re horrified shocked and angry like it’s not an idea situation but ivy is loved and safe what more do they want from you?

you feel kinda shitty bc you love ivy so much but if you’re not what’s best for her than you’ll do anything

clarisse hugs her and kisses her head “good job protecting this family little warrior”

and you’re like “yes ivy you did an amazing job but remember violence is not always the answer”

(clarisse and ivy share their secret look again)

but later that night while ivy is getting ready for bed you’re telling clarisse that you’re concerned, maybe everyone who throws you the dirty looks are right, maybe you’re not what’s best for ivy

clarisse is ???

“ivy…. baby….. uh…. equals…. mine??? ….confused..”

but ivy overhears you and then SHE starts yelling at YOU

“EVERYONE IS SO SAD AND MAD AND I HATE IT LETS JUST BE HAPPY AND YOU GUYS STOP BEING MEAN”

ok 🫡

eventually clarisse expresses it more articulately to you than ivy can, “who cares about what anyone else thinks? i’m happy, your happy and ivy’s happy. everyone else can get punched in the face!”

IVY IS EXCITED

anyways happy family again ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader #clarisse and ivy and y/n: the perfect family

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A Domestic Day In The Life

Part 2 y’all 😣 I’m gonna keep writing about this family bcs I’m actually so attached but hope you guys enjoy

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The soft glow of dawn filters through the curtains, gently nudging you awake to the promise of a new day. Paige is draped over your back, her hair that was previously in a bun is now strewn across your face as she snores directly into your ear.

‘Graceful’ you think to yourself.

Slowly you peel away from her to stand and tiredly stumble your way down the hall into Gianni’s nursery. At just nine months old she’s finally whittled down her waking up in the middle of the night from fifteen plus times to about two times a night. You’ve finally gotten used to getting at least five hours of sleep so you pray Gigi keeps up with this streak.

The floorboards creak as you make your way to her room, you gently push open the door to Gianni's nursery and lay eyes on her chubby face. She’s just as perfect as she was when you brought her home from the hospital, You lean over the crib, marveling at Gianni's serene expression.

Almost as if she can sense your presence her face breaks into a cry and you move effortlessly scooping Gianni into your arms and cradling her close.

"G’morning, my love” you whisper softly, your voice a soothing melody that calms Gianni's cries. The tired lines on your face soften as you gaze down at her with tender affection. Gianni's eyes meet yours, and you're captivated by the innocence and wonder shining in her gaze.

With gentle care, you settle into the rocking chair by the window, the morning light casting a gentle glow over the room. You adjust the blankets around Gianni, ensuring she's snug and comfortable in your arms. Nearby, a bottle of formula sits ready, prepared with the meticulousness of a routine perfected through countless feedings.

As you cradle Gianni close, you offer her the bottle, the rhythmic sucking sounds filling the room with a sense of peace. You sit there in the quiet nursery feeding her for about ten minutes when you start to hear movement from your bedroom, assuming Paige is up.

Once your finished feeding her you burp her for a few minutes then stand from your chair in the corner to lay her on the changing table, changing her diaper and putting her in an outfit for the time being. Just a simple short sleeved onesie adorned with flower decals and a bib, you carry her on your hip back towards your room to find Paige laying on your bed with her head propped on the headboard, scrolling through her phone.

You walk around to her side of the bed leaning down to give her a morning kiss “ ‘Mornin, baby” you murmur against her lips.

“G’mornin, mamas” she replies, her voice husky from sleep. She sits up higher in bed, having her back fully against the headboard as she plucks Gianni from your arms and places her in her lap.

“Good morning, pretty girl” she coos at Gianni as you walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth and start your skincare. Paige’s in the same position when you come back, bouncing Gigi on her knees and tickling her chubby sides.

“As adorable as this is, babe go brush your damn teeth” you chuckle “Gigi doesn’t need your morning breath all in her face when she wakes up” you say as you open your arms to take Gigi back while Paige heads to the bathroom.

But of course Paige has to pout, squeezing Gianni to her chest and smushing their cheeks together “No..” she whines.

You roll your eyes playfully “Take her with you or sumn, I don’t care as long as you get that breath in check”. Paige’s face explodes into a smile quickly running out with Gianni in tow.

You laugh to yourself, rolling back into bed and grabbing your phone to scroll through instagram. Eventually hearing Paige return with an equally giggly Gigi, they flop into bed so the three of you can cuddle.

Gianni giggles and squirms between you and Paige, her tan chubby fingers reaching out to grab at the blankets. Paige reaches over for you and pulls you flush to her side.

You nestle into Paige's embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against yours as she pulls you close. Gianni wriggles happily between you still, her infectious laughter filling the room with joy. With a contented sigh, you rest your head against Paige's shoulder, reveling in the comfort of your little family nestled together in bed.

Paige's fingers trace lazy patterns on your shoulder as she presses a tender kiss to your forehead, her love for you evident in every gentle touch. Gianni, sensing the closeness between her parents, babbles happily, her tiny hands reaching out to grasp at your braids, tugging hard for a nine month old.

Paige bursts into laughter “Damn, baby she tryna fight”

Gianni, noticing her mama’s reaction, she smiles harder tugging again with double the strength.

“Jesus fff- Gigi, baby let go of mommy’s hair please” you smile through the pain, Gianni continues a few seconds more before letting go and having her attention occupied with the TV remote next to Paige.

Paige’s still laughing her ass off and you playfully shove her over to the other side of the bed.

“P it was not that funny!” you whine

“It really was, mamas i’m sorry” she chokes out through more laughter.

“Whatever!” you scoff, smacking her again “moving on from that, what you tryna eat for breakfast”

Paige grins mischievously, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I’m kinda feelin’ waffles right now, and like a big ass side of bacon

You smack her shoulder as she turns to you with an offended look on her face. “The hell was that for?” she questions playfully.

You scold her lightly “Stop swearing in front of Gigi”

Paige feigns innocence, her expression turning mock-serious as she nods solemnly. "My apologies, Gigi," she says, turning to address your daughter with exaggerated sincerity. "Mama won't swear in front of you anymore, I promise. Even though mommy basically just did the same thing like two minutes ago” she whispers that last part.

Your jaw drops and you smack Paige again “First of all, I almost did and second of all she was being mean to me so I was justified in almost swearing, right Gigi?” you turn to your daughter.

Gianni responds with a gurgle, seemingly amused by the exchange between her parents. You smile at the sight, turning back to Paige, you can't help but laugh at her theatrics.

Paige grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Girl bye, I know what I saw but whatever” she says, her voice filled with playful defiance. "But seriously, imma go start on these waffles." she goes to get out of bed but you grip her arm before she has a chance.

“Oh nah” you laugh “No more cooking baby, trust me I appreciate it but your ability to burn literally everything you touch should be considered a skill at this point. Doordash wins this game” you say shaking your phone in her face.

“Is that how it is?? Okay you know what?- my shit may burn during the process but it turns out pretty fire” she smirks to herself.

“… I guess” you tease back “but Ihop’s already on the way with our food so..” you smile

“Wow.. she so disrespectful G” Paige turns to Gianni pointing at you while she talks.

Gianni responds with another gurgle of delight, her chubby fists reaching out as if in agreement. You both laugh at that, eventually calming down as Paige leans back grabbing the remote and turning on an old Celtics game while you grab a few toys from Gianni’s toy bin on the side of your bed. You hand them to her before relaxing on your pillows and scrolling through your phone.

“Baby, what times your game tonight again?” You ask distractedly, still scrolling through your phone.

“Seven”

“And what time do you needa be there?”

“Uh.. coach usually wants us there like two hours before to get in a little extra practice so I gotta be out of the house like.. five-ish” she responds, eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Alright, so i’ll be there around six-forty five” you say getting up from the bed to grab the food.

You come back to the room handing Paige her food and sitting on the bed with yours. You eat in comfortable silence, occasionally giving Gigi an egg to eat.

You and Paige had gotten up at eight and it’s around ten by the time you’re done eating. There’s not much to do today until the game so you and Paige hop off the bed, wiping away crumbs then Paige scoops Gianni in her arms carrying her to living room to place her in her bouncer. You straighten up the sheets then go join Paige in the living room,each finding your own spot to relax.

Paige grabs the PlayStation controller and starts up a game while you settle onto the couch, dragging Gianni’s bouncer to your side. You finally settle on watching a movie on MAX while Paige plays.

As the morning wears on, you find yourself engrossed in the movie, occasionally glancing over at Paige as she plays her game, Gianni, meanwhile, has slowed down her bouncing, seemingly tired from the morning.

Around noon, Paige sets aside the PlayStation controller and joins you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as she leans in close. "You want to take a nap with Gianni?" she suggests, her voice soft and inviting.

You smile at her suggestion, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you at the thought of curling up with your little family for a midday nap. "That sounds perfect," you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to Paige's cheek before settling back against the cushions, Gianni cradled in your arms.

As the clock ticks closer to three, you and Paige stir from your nap, feeling refreshed and ready to get on with the rest of the day. Paige gently grabs Gianni from your lap, cradling her close as she coos softly to her, while you stretch your limbs and rub the sleep from your eyes.

With a shared glance, you and Paige silently agree that it's time to start getting ready for Paige's game. You set Gianni down in her playpen with a few toys to keep her occupied while you and Paige head to your bedroom to shower and change into your game day attire.

Paige quickly throws on her basketball gear, slipping into her jersey and shorts with practiced ease, while you opt for simple UCONN jersey with some jeans and a pair of Jordan 4’s. Once dressed, you head back to the living room and quickly get Gianni in her outfit, her own little white UCONN onesie and some navy leggings.

Once finished you grab Gianni's diaper bag and pack it with all the essentials: diapers, wipes, a change of clothes, and a few snacks to keep her content during the game.

As you finish packing the diaper bag, Paige emerges from the room face glued to her phone, checking for any updates from her coach or teammates, ensuring she's prepared for the game ahead. She gives you and Gianni a quick kiss before heading out the door with a promise to see you again before the game starts.

You don’t wanna sit in an empty stadium for an hour waiting so you opt to stay in the living room, finishing your movie while you feed and burp Gianni before you leave.

Once the clock hits six-forty you buckle Gianni into her carrier, taking that, your purse, and her diaper bag to the car. The drive to the game is nothing special just you humming along to the music on the radio as you pull up to the stadium.

When you arrive at the gym, you find a parking spot and make your way inside, the familiar sounds of squeaking sneakers and bouncing basketballs filling the air. You spot Paige as you walk in, giving her and the team a quick wave and smile then leaving to find your seats in the stands with Gianni.

As you settle into your seats, Gianni squirming excitedly in your lap, you watch as Paige finishes up her warm-up drills on the court. She catches your eye and flashes you a quick smile before turning her focus back to the game.

Just as the teams are about to take the court for tip-off, Paige makes her way up into the stands to greet you and Gianni. She leans in close, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning her attention to Gianni, who reaches out to grab at Paige's fingers with chubby hands.

"Hey baby girl," Paige coos, her voice filled with affection as she gazes down at Gianni. "Mama’s about to kick this teams ass, watch" she adds with a playful wink.

You smack her arm for swearing but quickly pull her in for one more kiss.

Gianni responds with a happy gurgle, seemingly captivated by the energy and excitement radiating from her mama. You smile at the sight, feeling a swell of pride for Paige and all she's about to accomplish on the court.

Paige leans in close to you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Imma win this one for you, mamas"

You wrap an arm around Paige's waist, pulling her close for a brief but affectionate hug. "You always do" you murmur, pressing another kiss to her cheek before releasing her to head back down to the court.

As Paige takes her place on the court with her teammates, you settle back into your seat, Gianni cradled in your arms as you prepare to cheer on your favorite player. The game begins, and you find yourself on the edge of your seat, heart pounding with anticipation as Paige and her team battle it out on the court.

With each shot made and each point scored, you can't help but feel a surge of pride for Paige and her incredible skills as a player. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as Paige sinks a three-pointer, her signature move that never fails to impress.

As the final buzzer sounds and the game comes to a close, you jump to your feet along with the rest of the crowd, cheering and applauding as Paige and her team celebrate their hard-earned victory. Paige looks up into the stands, her eyes searching for you and Gianni, and when she finds you, her face breaks into a wide grin, a silent expression of gratitude and love.

You clap and cheer along with the rest of the crowd and soon after grabbing you and Gigi’s things to head to the press conference room.

The press conference room is buzzing with excitement as reporters and journalists eagerly await the arrival of the players and coaches. You find a seat in the back, Gianni cradled in your arms as you watch the room fill up with people.

After a few minutes, Paige and her teammates enter the room, their faces still flushed with the excitement of their victory. Paige spots you in the back and gives you a quick wink before taking her place at the front of the room, alongside her coach and a few other players.

The press conference begins, with the coach fielding questions from reporters about the game and the team's performance. Paige listens attentively, occasionally nodding in agreement or offering her own insights into the game.

The interviewers do a great job of evenly distributing questions but quite a few of Paige’s have to do with you and Gianni which makes you flush and duck your head down in embarrassment.

“We noticed you gesturing towards your partner and daughter during the game. How much of an influence do they have on your performance on the court?" one interviewer questions.

Paige smiles as she goes to answer the question “Yeah um, my partner Aniyah, she’s back there hiding her face ‘cause she gets embarrassed when y’all mention her” she points to the back of the room where you’re sitting with Gianni, becoming more embarrassed when everyone turns to look at you. “But yeah, they’re my biggest supporters, both on and off the court. Seeing them in the stands fuels my drive to perform my best and make them proud. They're my rock, and their presence reminds me of what's truly important in life.”

A few more questions are asked before they come back to Paige.

“Speaking of your family, how do you balance the demands of being a professional athlete with your role as a parent and partner?"

"Balancing my career with parenthood and my relationship is definitely a challenge, but it's one I gladly embrace, you know. It’s just a lot of effective communication, and a lot of teamwork, both at home and with my teammates. We make it work because we're committed to each other's happiness and success." The reporters nod and smile continuing with the other players.

As the press conference continues, Gianni starts to get restless and you panic since you’d run out of snacks just as the game ended. This conference couldn’t be any longer, Gianni has started to whine and thrash which is getting you looks from staff in the room.

“… think about was executing the shot and helping my team clinch the win. It's moments like those that mak-“ Paige pauses in the middle of her answer, catching your eye with a concerned look on her face. You try to silently communicate back that she doesn’t need to stop anything but clearly Gianni has other plans as she responds to this interaction by crying. Loud.

Paige immediately stands up walking to the back of the room and swiftly plucks Gianni from your arms, not even checking to see your reaction. She returns to the table and without a beat continues the interview.

Gianni immediately ceases her crying opting for shoving her hand in her mouth and staring at the reporters in the room. Paige chuckles in the middle of her sentence due to the sudden silence.

She answers a few more questions from the reporters, as the press conference comes to a close, Paige thanks the crowd for their support and invites them to join her and the team for a brief meet-and-greet outside the gym.

You and Gianni stay by Paige's side as she shakes hands and poses for photos with fans, feeling a sense of warmth and camaraderie in the air. As the crowd begins to disperse, you wrap your arms around Paige, pulling her close for a sweet embrace.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," you whisper, pressing a kiss to her lips . "You played amazing out there."

“That? Light work” she smirks with a playful grin “Thank you, mama’s” kissing you lightly on the cheek.

Since you and Paige had came in different cars, you let her know that you and Gianni are gonna head home while she finishes things up here. Grabbing your bags and Gianni you give Paige a quick kiss goodbye and head to the car.

As you drive home with Gianni in the backseat, the excitement of the day slowly gives way to a sense of calm and contentment. Gianni babbles happily from her car seat, occasionally pointing out the window at passing cars and colorful signs.

When you arrive home, you're greeted by the familiar sight of your cozy apartment, the warm glow of the lights welcoming you back. As you step inside, you set Gianni down in her playpen with a few toys to keep her occupied while you unpack her diaper bag and grab a few essentials for her bath.

Shortly after you and Gianni settle in, you hear the door open and Paige's cheerful voice fills the air. She walks into the living room, a smile spreading across her face as she sees you and Gianni.

"Hey, mamas," she greets, dropping her keys on the counter and making her way over to where you and Gianni are sitting. She leans down to press a kiss to Gianni's forehead before turning to give you a kiss.

"Hey, baby," you reply, “I’m gonna go ahead and give G a bath while you start on dinner”

Paige nods, heading to your room to change real fast before she starts. While Paige starts on dinner, you gather Gianni's things and head to the bathroom to give her a quick wash up. Gianni splashes and giggles in the warm water, her chubby fingers reaching out to grab at the bubbles floating in the air.

After her bath, you wrap Gianni in a fluffy towel and carry her back to her nursery to get her dressed for dinner. She squirms and wriggles in your arms, her excitement unwavering as she squeals.

Once Gianni is dressed, you make your way back to the kitchen, where Paige is just putting the finishing touches on dinner. Something nice for the two of you, loaded baked potatoes with greens and for Gigi, ground meat and mushed sweet potatoes.

You and Paige sit down at the table together, Gianni seated in her high chair between you. Paige serves up generous portions of food onto each plate, and you dig in eagerly, savoring the delicious flavors of the meal.

As you eat, you take turns feeding Gianni, who eagerly accepts each spoonful of food with gusto. She babbles happily between bites, her infectious laughter filling the room.

After dinner, you and Paige take turns cleaning up the dishes while the other entertains Gianni. Once the kitchen is clean, you gather Gianni's bedtime essentials and make your way to her nursery.

Paige is quick to pluck her from your arms, smothering her face with kisses and blowing raspberries on her cheeks. Gianni explodes into giggles, squealing at her mama’s behavior.

“Babe, you’re gonna rile her up before bed” you complain playfully.

“Don’t care, she’s my baby girl” she pouts, shoving her face in Giannis cheeks. “Can we just put her to bed later or sumn, she don’t needa go to bed this early” she whines again.

“Yeah no, if she doesn’t go to sleep now she’s not gonna sleep at all” you go to grab Gianni but Paige shifts her body so she’s out of your reach.

“Paige.”

She groans, reluctantly passing Gianni over to you “You stay tryna take my daughter from me bro.”

“I know, i’m a monster” you respond sarcastically.

Laying Gianni in her crib, you and Paige kiss her goodnight before turning on her white noise machine, shutting off the lights, and slowly closing the door.

As Gianni drifts off to sleep, you and Paige make your way back to your bedroom, ready to wind down for the night. You opt to take a shower first, washing off the grime from the day, then heading back to your room to lotion up and change into pajamas. You grab one of Paige’s hoodies from her drawer and a pair of shorts.

Paige heads to the bathroom to wash up while you take a seat on the carpet in front of your floor length mirror to remove your makeup and complete your nighttime skincare routine.

Once you're done, you join Paige in the bathroom, where she's already brushing her teeth. You grab your toothbrush and join her at the sink, both of you silently going through the familiar motions of your nightly routine.

Paige finishes before you and after brushing your teeth, you head back to the bedroom, where Paige has finished getting dressed, just her regular nighttime fit, a sports bra and some shorts, she’s already climbed into bed and turned on the TV. You settle in beside her, snuggling under the covers as you flip through the channels, searching for something to watch.

You eventually settle on a rerun of The Big Bang Theory. Paige wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you cuddle up together, the warmth of her body a comforting presence against yours.

As you watch TV together, you chat idly about the day and things to come, sharing stories and anecdotes as you laugh and relax in each other's company. Gianni's soft snores drift in from the baby monitor, a gentle reminder of the precious little life you've created together.

Eventually, the weight of the day catches up with you, and you find yourselves growing drowsy as the minutes tick by. Paige reaches for the remote, turning the TV down and setting it aside as she settles back against the pillows.

You curl up beside her, sinking into the warmth of the blankets as you nestle against Paige's side. With a contented sigh, you close your eyes, feeling the gentle pull of sleep as it tugs you into its embrace.

Wrapped in the warmth of each other's love, you and Paige drift off to sleep, the soft sounds of the night lulling you into dreams filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a new day.

#uconn wbb #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #wlw #women’s basketball #ncaa women’s basketball #ncaa #domestic fluff #domestic bliss #family

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ok y’all i finally finished the neflix live action avatar and…….don’t hate me……..but i enjoyed it 😭 my standards for entertainment is honestly on whether or not it entertained me, so honestly i question my standards.

first off, the visuals and score was absolutely amazing. the fight scenes were well choreographed, and the bending, which i was super nervous about, looked actually amazing.

i think we can all agree the writing and dialogue was pretty choppy at times, and the delivery could be better at times. but i also think (most) of the energy of the original characters was captured well. katara honestly got done the dirtiest because why was she so…….not passionate??? i’m hoping later on she gets more so because that’s a key trait of katara. i was very disappointed with that :/

what they did to suki too……..i liked her being a little awkward and such because it makes sense but i felt like too much of her character was dedicated to her having a crush on sokka. like where is her attitude, her ferocity?

i think aang was played very well by gordon cormier, especially considering this is a child actor we are taking about. his line delivery isn’t going to be great and yes he is a real boy so he can’t be as cartoony as some would hope but i think he was absolutely adorable.

surprise surprise, i loved dallas liu as zuko. i think there were some pretty whack line deliveries but he really captured the anger and cringeyness of zuko well. his martial arts were also also incredible, his fight scenes were my favorite to watch. the scene with him crying quietly on the bed when ozai banishing him shattered me, his subtle acting is underrated honestly.

i have my beef with ian ousley as sokka mostly because of the controversy and such, but i can’t lie he did play sokka well. yet again, as for the last characters, some line deliveries were iffy but he was still a very believable sokka.

so for the writing, i have LOTS OF OPINIONS. there were things they cut that definitely upset me, and that was just because of their lowkey questionable pacing. as much as i hate the slimeball, i missed a lot of the interesting parts of zhao’s story that they cut like his agni kai, jeuong jeuong (aang’s fear of fire??), zuko SAVING him. i feel like they had something interesting there with building a fake alliance with him and zuko, and they didn’t build more off it. [edit] that so, the dude who played zhao had me losing my shit. his line delivery was hilarious and i just love that zhao just gives that manager no one likes/that one creepy math teacher in high school vibes (only combination i could think of y’all).

the additions to zuko’s story was something i absolutely loved. i found myself actually getting very emotional with a lot of the flashbacks, and the 41st division being his crew 🥹🥹 but then i find myself being upset that we were shown other flashbacks so early (like the death of katara’s mother??).

i actually hate the hate azula’s actress is getting. she’s playing a 14 year old……like a 14 year old?? she wasn’t even in season 1 in the og so ofc she’s gonna not be the same, i’m hoping this means they’re building up her up to her fierceness in season 2.

one last critique PLEASE GET A WIG BUDGET GOOD LORD THOSE WIGS WERE BAAAAD. and also a lot of their costumes looked fake or like plastic this was actually my least favorite part 😭

overall, not as horrible as people make it out to be, i had a good time but obviously the og will always be the higher quality product. i’m just glad the young actors seemed to really be passionate for the project :)

#atla #avatar the last airbender #natla #natla spoilers #zuko #sokka #azula #katara #iroh #atla live action #netflix atla #i’m always going into a war zone with atla opinions #it’s a passionate fandom

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—𓆩[almost (sweet music)]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪

one of my first music inspired fics, inspired by Hoziers Almost (Sweet Music)

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem! Wife! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.3 k

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Watching you and Bradley be the cutest couple on earth reminds him of his best friend. He wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - this is just adorable fluff || established relationship || I’m a med student guys, I know it doesn’t happen overnight y’all have been having sex for a while- || goes from Mav’s POV to yours and Bradley’s (multiple times) || timeline jumps around || pregnant reader (later) || mom & dad || don’t forget that our boy is 38 years old || Bradley’s great balls of fire <3 || mentions of death || crying || reminiscing || high school sweethearts ||

If there was one person Maverick remembers in Bradley’s young life, it was you, his god-son’s best friend and neighbor. He already had a bet going with Carole - you were going to be the woman that Bradley married, they were just betting on how long it would take.

From the age of sixteen when you both officially started dating, it took him five years to propose and seventeen years after that did you both finally have children. Since you both were aviators, it was harder for you both to actually settle down until you both got to Top Gun, where the baby fever actually started.

Maverick had followed you and Bradley throughout your careers, and you were a highly decorated pilot who had done more than six missions in the last three years before the uranium enrichment plant mission. Stalking you both on social media proved useful as well, being able to see the two of you on the annual trip you both went on anywhere in the world for your anniversary.

Maverick was happy you made his boy happy.

It did surprise him when you asked him not to send you on the mission, though. You were scared in front of him, fiddling with your fingers as you swallow slightly.

“You… you don’t want to go on the mission?” You were first in his mind to pick, not because he didn’t want to bring Bradley, but because he knew that you wouldn’t think and just do. Bradley still had a bit to learn, but you not wanting to go on the mission changed everything.

“I-It’s not that I don’t want to go,” you rub at your wrist, swallowing. “I-I just… want you to go with Brad- Rooster. You and Rooster should go together.”

Maverick looks out to the water, sighing heavily. “Zorro,” he uses your call sign, rubbing his chin. “I trust you. I trust Bradley. I’m not going to not send you-”

“I may be pregnant.”

He paused, though it was more like a freeze. Pregnant? You? Bradley? A father?

Now he had to bring him back. “What?”

You nod, rubbing the skin between your thumb and pointer finger. “I am not sure, but I have been having some symptoms, though it isn't certain.”

“Does Bradley know?”

“Know what?”

“That you’re talking to me. That you could be pregnant.”

You nod, then shake your head. “He knows that I’m talking to you. He doesn’t know that I’m asking you to choose him, but I kind of knew you would. He doesn’t know I could be pregnant.”

Maverick sighed heavily, rubbing his chin. He didn’t know what to do - of course he would’ve chosen Bradley, but if something happened? If you were pregnant and he wasn’t coming back?

“Pete,” you whisper, tapping on his chest. “You keep him safe. Please.”

He swallows, nodding slightly. “I will.”

You lean up, holding his face to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Mav.”

“Y/N,” a voice says, Maverick’s head snapping over to see Bradley. “You ready?”

You smiled, nodding. “So ready.”

You waved at Maverick as you jogged over, immediately finding your place under Rooster’s arm and wrapping your arm around his waist. Bradley looks back as he pressed his face into your hair, nodding slightly at Maverick as you began ranting about something random going on at your shared home back in San Diego.

Bradley listens, his hand slipping into your back pocket as he pressed kisses against your forehead. He hums occasionally to assure you knew he was still listening, Maverick swallowing as he stared at Bradley’s side profile.

He really did remind him of his father.

“Talk to me, Goose,” he whispers as soon as you both are out of earshot, staring out at the water before someone says his name.

“Maverick,” Warlock stood there, staring. “It’s time.”

When Bradley and Maverick get out of the Tomcat, you were the first to jump into Bradley’s arms. Your own go around his shoulders, Bradley holding back a sob as he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist as you wrapped your legs around him.

“Oh my darling girl,” he whispers into your ear, sighing heavily as he stroked your hair, kissing at your temple. “Fucking hell, I couldn’t stop thinking about you up there.”

“If you ever do that again, I’ll kill you,” you mumble in response, sniffling as Phoenix and Hangman make their way over, Bradley pulling your face closer to his neck as he kisses your cheek. “You’re so stupid.”

“I didn’t think. Like you told me.”

“Yeah, that’s good. That’s good, Roo.” Your fingers push into his hair, sighing as he loosened his hold on you, but still securely holds you to his body.

You don’t make a move to get down, Rooster speaking with Phoenix and Hangman as you finally find Mav. You smile at him, mouthing a ‘thank you’ as he smiles back. He nods, watching as you pull away from Bradley’s shoulder, interrupting his words with a firm kiss to his lips.

Phoenix whoops as she claps, Hangman laughing as Bradley basically turns to mush, groaning into your mouth as you hold his collar firmly. Your hand goes through his hair, his mustache tickling your lips as you pull away. You bite your lip slightly, giggling as you lean close to his ear. “I’m glad you’re back, baby. Have something to tell you.”

Natasha heard, grinning. You had already confided in her about the fact that you could have been pregnant, and watching Rooster’s face as you told him was something that would forever be engraved in her mind.

“We’re having a baby?” He whispers as you brush your nose against his, giggling.

“We could be. I haven’t taken a test-”

“Even if that test is negative, sweetheart, we’ll be having a damn baby.”

You laugh as he spins you around, lifting you up as you hold his shoulders, yelling out, “We’re having a baby!”

You both reminded Maverick of Bradley’s parents, and he couldn’t have been more thankful to see something like this.

When you and Bradley got back home, your fingers trailed over every inch of his skin. What if you would’ve lost him?

That night was the night you both memorized every inch of each other’s bodies again, using muscle memory to get each other to a point of an amazing orgasm.

Bradley’s large hands gripped at the sides of your thighs, his mouth pressed into your hot sex as you held his head, gripping his brown curls. If there was one thing your husband knew, it was how to work his mouth. He had memorized your body after the twenty two years he had been with you, his hands squeezing at your hips as he pulls you slightly off the bed.

“Pl-Please, Lee, is’ too much, t-too much,” you were putty in his scarred hands, eyes rolling back as his mustache grazed over your clit.

He lets his spit gather against the sensitive nerve, smiling at the loud groan that fell from your lips, then proceeding to use his tongue to drag his saliva down to your cunt. Your thighs tighten around his head, moving his hands to your inner thighs to press them against the bed.

When you whimper, he looks up, staring at you through the pretty valley of your tits. He winks, pushing between your pussy lips to press his tongue into your sex, moving one hand to prod against the sensitive ring of muscles with his slick appendage. He watches your eyes roll back, thighs quivering as you inhale deeply, Bradley watching his spit slowly dribble down your slit to the wet sheets under you.

The sight almost made him go crazy.

He pushed his fingers knuckle deep into you, sucking and popping against your clit before dragging his tongue back down. He licks around your entrance, a loud moan leaving your lips before he pulls out his soaked, slick fingers. He spits into your pussy, a yelp leaving your lips as he takes his hand, spreading your lewd juices all over his cock.

He bites his lip as he crawls over your body, lining his cock up with your cunt, using his tip to gather up the cum-saliva mixture dribbling down your pretty lips. He hissed as he pushed himself in, your tight spongy walls clamping down on his cock as you came, body convulsing before he pulled your arms around his neck.

“Come on baby, I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel so good, you know I will, don’t give out on me now,” he grunts into your ear, trying to hold back from ramming into you. He was unsuccessful, the slight bucks of his hips making your overstimulated body jolt and a scream fall from your lips. “You got a few more for me, right?”

He pulled away to look at your fucked out face, the saliva running down your chin and your swollen lips he hasn’t stopped kissing and your hazy eyes with tears adorning your cheeks. You whined, nodding as your hands ran across his chest, one hand going down to cup at his balls as the other wrapped around his shoulders. “Kiss me, Bradley, please kiss me.”

He does, of course he does. He always listened to you, anything you wanted, you got.

“Fuck me, Bradley, fuck me hard.”

Oh, of course he would. What kind of husband would he be if he didn’t?

He pressed his lip to yours again, holding your body close to his with strong hands on your hips. Whispering praises against your lips, he lays you gently along the bed, letting his hands rub against your perfect body.

He leans down, pressing kisses all along your plush skin as he thrusts his hips, quick and hard just like you loved it. He groans against your skin, his rough hands rubbing along your skin like a ritual, a quick pop of his lips every few centimeters of your skin.

His name fell from your lips like a mantra, his tongue trailing along your shoulder as his cock dragged against your walls, one of his hands pushing down to slide between the two of you and rub against your sensitive, puffy clit. He watched, his ego inflating as you threw your head back with a loud scream of his name and a curse.

He takes your thighs, pulling them closer to his body before lifting you up just a bit. Bradley watched your mouth fall open, eyes rolling back with loud moans filling the room as he thrust into you, leaning down to press a kiss to your open mouth. Your hands run through his hair, tugging softly which makes him groan loudly, the added pleasure from your soft fingers and your cunt clamping tightly around his shaft making his eyes roll back.

“You’re doing so good for me, darling, so so good,” he praises into your ear, groaning as you kiss his head. “You’re doing so good, you got one more for me? Please?”

You nodded, eager. “Yes, I do, of course I do Bradley. I have as much as you want, please.”

He smiles, leaning down for a kiss. “I love you, darling.”

You giggled. “I love you too, Bradley. I love you.”

He kissed against your cheek, his thrusts turning softer before getting rougher again. They were rough, hard- a signal he was losing controls. He groaned out, your nails dragging down his back, a loud moan leaving your lips.

“I-I’m close! I’m close, I’m close Bradley, f-fuck, fuck Bradley.”

He laughs, smiling down at you. With a soft grunt, he slams into you, moaning loudly as your walls clamp down on him, tipping him over the edge.

His eyes roll back, loud moans falling from his lips and your name being whispered into your ear, praiseful words soothing you as his hands rubbed against your soft tummy. “Feel good, darling?” He whispers into your ear.

You nodded, head resting against his shoulder as you panted, the feeling of his cum filling you up making you moan again as he moved slightly. “Gonna fuck me through it, Bradley?”

Oh you tempted him, and with soft rolls of his hips, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Yeah darling, I will,” he rolls his hips slowly, watching your eyes roll back before letting his hands palm at your pretty tits. “Want to take a break? Let me clean you up?”

You nodded slightly, hissing as he pulled out, his eyes staring at the cum- his cum slowly trickled out of you. You looked so, so pretty full of him.

He takes his fingers, slowly pushing the cum back into you, your thighs quivering. “B-Bradley, Bradley please-”

“It’s okay, darling, I promise. I’m going to clean you up.” He whispers, mischief dancing in his eyes as you whine.

“F-Fuck, Bradley-”

He takes his place between your thighs, sucking on your puffed up clit as he thrusts his fingers into you, pushing your mixed cum back into you. He pops kisses against your thigh, leaving soft red marks everywhere he went before grinning up at you. “Told you we’re having a baby no matter what.”

You went with Bradley to Maverick’s hanger, dressed in a pretty purple sundress with white flowers dotted all along it. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist as he walked in, the morning sickness from the past couple of days worrying him.

“You alright, darling? Do you need a seat, some breakfast? A drink?”

You only giggle, shaking your head. This type of concern was rare for Bradley to show outside of your shared home, and as much as you appreciated it, you softly pushed him away. “I’m okay, Bradley. Go.”

He looks back at the plane, groaning. “Are you sure? We can go back. We can go back home-”

“Bradley. Go.”

He sighs, slowly pushing you into a chair. “Just… let me know if you need anything.”

“I will. Go!” You pushed him, watching as Maverick slowly came down from a platform.

He waves at you, a giggle falling from your lips with a quick wave as Bradley walks over to him. They stand in front of each other for a minute, awkward, before Maverick hugs him.

It was tight, the hug, tighter than he thought it would be. Or, initially meant it to be. Maverick slowly pulls away, ruffling his hair before leading him up the platform, looking over at the wall that had one of Bradley’s old baseball pictures on it.

He watched as Bradley looked back at you, your form relaxed in the most comfortable chair Mav could find and that he put out for you. Bradley smiled, a pure, perfect smile as you crossed your legs. You wave up at them, Maverick coming behind him with a smile.

You reminded him of Bradley’s mother, who on some days would just sit there, watching him and Goose work on whatever they had to. He looks over at Bradley, that stupid smile and that mustache that was just like his dad’s making Maverick sigh.

It was like looking into a mirage, a dream of wanting to see his best friend again. And for a minute, he did. He saw Goose in Bradley, and it made his heart swell in happiness, or feel as though it was.

“Mav? What’re you staring at?”

The mirage was gone. The time Maverick wanted to go back to so bad was gone, and now he was here, with Bradley.

Even then, though, the happiness never went away.

Bradley, though, stared at him in confusion. “Mav?”

Maverick shakes his head. “Let’s get to work, kid.”

Your baby shower was at the Hard Deck, hosted by Penny and Phoenix. The future godmother of your baby was excited, and she made sure everything, everything was perfect so neither you or Bradley had to worry.

You were expecting twins, and this would determine what you would be having with your husband, and the names you two had settled on as well. Since you met Bradley, you already knew the names of the children you’d want - mainly because you and him had been together since what could’ve surely been the beginning of time.

You had finally sat down after being on your feet for about an hour, saying hello to everyone and doing whatever a good host would do. So finally, you lift your feet onto a chair as you sit on the patio of the hard deck, stroking your tummy. You needed some air from the crowded party, especially because Bradley was worrying about you because you were nearing your due date.

The baby shower was late, especially because Bradley had to go on a mission, and that made him even more protective. He didn’t want to leave, but the way you forced him to made him know that he could, that he had to. You both were aviators before you were going to be parents, and you both sure as hell were going to be aviators after for hopefully a long time.

You let your fingers trail over your tummy, sighing heavily before looking out at the beach. You relax when you feel someone’s hands on your shoulders, those oh so familiar hands that rubbed softly, releasing all the tension they once had. “Oh my… darling, that feels good.”

Bradley smiles. “Of course, darling. Are you alright?”

You sigh. “I uhm… I’m just, a little- fuck.” You cursed, a sharp pain shooting into your lower abdomen. Bradley quickly goes around, stroking your side. “Baby? Darling, you alright?”

I shook my head. “N-No, I’m fine! I’m fine, it’s just… these pains have been happening for a few hours, but uhm… I don’t know, th-they just got worse.”

“Babe, we need to go to the hospital.”

You shook your head. “Why? We haven’t even had the gender-” you gasp, holding your stomach. The sharp pain made you straighten, another loud groan falling from your lips in pain as Bradley looked around frantically.

“I’m calling an ambulance.”

“No! No, don’t,” you say, inhaling deeply as you stand. “J-Just drive me there. Please.”

He nods. “Yeah, yeah okay. I’ll tell them-”

You gasped, holding your stomach as you hunch over. “Bradley. Bradley, oh my god, Bradley- we’re having a baby. Babies. We’re having babies.”

He freezes. “Right now?”

You let out a scream of pain. “Yes! Yes right now, holy shit!”

Six hours later, your sons Nikolai and Zion were born, Nikolai named after Bradley’s father, Nick.

As soon as you were back on your feet, there you were, sitting at the Hard Deck in front of the piano. You were breastfeeding Zion as Bradley held Nikolai in his arms, who you both often called Nick, Bradley - of course - singing Great Balls of Fire.

You laughed next to him, leaning against his shoulder as maverick stood at the bar, sighing.

I’ve got some color back, he looks at you, who smiles back at him.

She thinks so too.

He laughs as Nikolai slams down on the keyboard, absolutely ruining the keys of Great Balls of Fire, but when Bradley laughs and kisses his head, he sighs heavily. I’m almost me again.

Bradley looks back at him, smiling. He jerks his head to the side, beckoning Maverick over. And he does, walking over to see his godson’s babies.

He’s almost you.

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Goddess — Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Retired Johnny focuses on his art. His favorite muse? You, of course.

Warnings: Slightly smutty, very suggestive. Plus size reader (female). Body image issues mentioned. Shitty Scottish (PLEASE give me feedback, I wanna get better!!)

I’m not gonna lie y’all—I’m not too proud of this one. The idea was perfect in my head but my fingers did not want to write it </3

MDNI

A shudder escapes your pouty lips with every drag of his vaseline-coated fingers across your soft body. Johnny’s excuse is to tell you that your skin needs to be prepped before he can do anything, but that was ten minutes ago and he’s been massaging your breasts for five, now. Finally, he pulls his hands away after giving your nipples one more flick for good measure. He chuckles at the breathy whine you let out.

“So eager, bon’. Cannae even handle a bit o’ prep?” The cocky bastard teases, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before turning around and grabbing the plaster bandages off of his desk.

This all started when you made the mistake of telling your beloved husband that you were feeling down. The demons had gotten louder the longer you stared in the mirror, and Johnny had walked in right as the first tear fell down your hot, puffy cheek. He let you cry in his arms, petting your hair and murmuring into your ear all of his favorite parts of you. Turned your tears of self-loathing into glistening proof of ecstasy with his face buried between your thighs, leaving no room for doubt about just how much he adores you. He told you his idea while you were curled into his side, slick with sweat and pleasantly fucked-out.

That’s how you ended up here: sitting on a stool in his workspace, naked and compliant (just how he likes you, he joked). The body cast, of course, was his idea of making you feel better about yourself—at least, that’s what he told you. The truth was that he’s utterly obsessed with you. The ring on your finger and the home you shared wasn’t enough for him. He wanted—needed—to be surrounded by you in any way, shape or form. No matter how many paintings or sketches or statues of you that littered the house, he wasn’t satisfied, always convincing you to sit all pretty for him so he could recreate the most beautiful work of art he could think of.

Johnny starts on your breasts, coming as no surprise to you. The plaster strips are cold and tacky against your flushed skin, and it makes you grimace. He takes his time molding the pliable medium to fit you perfectly, nimble fingers working restlessly to exact the curve of your perky nipples. He hums while he works, biting his tongue between his teeth in pure concentration, dismissing the whines and annoyed sighs you let out.

“Haud yer wheesht, bon’! Willnae take long. Lass loves eh attention,” he scolds, but the shit-eating grin on his face makes you huff louder.

“I still don’t understand why you’re doing this,” you purse your lips, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your torso—his new favorite canvas.

“Ah jus’ want tae show ye tha’ yer body shuid be in a museum. Ah ken ye’re bonnie, but ye dinnae, so ah’m gunna prove t’ye wha’ a goddess ye’re.” Johnny explains softly, those sparkling blue eyes darting up to meet your impatient gaze.

Can’t really argue with that, can you? With a final sigh, you reluctantly relax your body, allowing the artist to more accurately place the plaster strips onto your lubricated skin. He rewards your cooperation with a tender kiss to your lips and a warm smile. His calloused hands smooth out the bandages over the soft rolls on your waist and tummy, making sure every single detail of your perfect form is immortalized. If you yourself can’t live forever, he’s determined to make sure people are able to admire you for centuries to come.

Once Johnny’s satisfied with the sticky mess he made on your plush body (for once, it’s actually a PG-rated mess), he steps back to admire his handiwork with a pleased hum. His eyes scan over your body in appreciation before he turns and washes his hands, drying them off with a rag. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, he tells you corny jokes (that he most definitely stole from Simon Riley himself) to keep you distracted from the discomfort of drying plaster on your skin. Once it’s set, he tells you to take a deep breath so he can pry off the cast—you’re secretly thankful that he spent so much time putting vaseline all over you because pulling it off was already a task.

With a gross pull of your skin and then a soft squelching noise, the artwork is off of your body. Johnny smiles giddily, happy with how perfect and detailed it turned out. He sets it carefully on his desk to let it dry more on the inside. Much to your relief, he allows you off of the stool and guides you into the washroom where he runs you a nice bath. He insists on cleaning your body, gushing about how beautiful and perfect you are for him—and then he fingers you silly as a reward, making sure the bathwater is deliciously murky with your spend before draining it. He dries you off with tender hands, pressing doting kisses all over your face just because he can. And once he’s got you in bed, all sleepy and warm, he climbs in beside you and whispers into your ear:

“Gunna make a cast o’ yer gorgeous cunt next, aye?”

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