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hard-core-super-star · 6 months

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Hi rubix, love your writing btw!! so would I be able to request a wandanat x reader fic where it’s readers birthday and they don’t usually have time or people to celebrate with so Wanda and Nat decide to change that for this year and whisk her away to somewhere like Paris to celebrate and have a great time with some smut at the end 🫣

It’s my birthday in a few days and I’m in dire need of this 🤧

romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours [W.Maximoff; N.Romanoff]

pairing: top!natasha romanoff x bottom!reader x switch!wanda maximoff

summary: your girlfriends set out to make your birthday as memorable as possible.

warnings: smut -> minors, you know the drill, bye [threesome; smut so soft it borders on spicy fluff; like...one inch of plot; grinding; fingering [R receiving]; the daddy and mommy kink is implied but not explicit lmao; wanda's low-key a brat because...yeah :) ; clothed sex AGAIN because i think it's neat, okay?; cheesy ending...again]

wordcount: 2.2k

a/n: hi, lovely anon, thank you for the kind words! i hope i'm not too late with this but either way, i hope you had a fantastic birthday! also, you get the honor of having requested my first ever wandanat fic so that's cool. this was my first time properly sitting down and writing for them so let me know what you think! i really hope you enjoy <3

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“Guess what.”

You look up from the book in your hands to find two pairs of expectant eyes on you. You’ve seen your girlfriends wear many faces since you met them and yet it never fails to surprise you when you catch a glimpse of the genuine joy they wear around you.

The one that makes your heart skip several beats and earns them both teasing comments from the rest of the team.

“What?” You ask as your eyes flicker back and forth between them and the proud grins on their faces.

Wanda playfully rolls her eyes at you. “That’s not how the game works, detka.”

“Come on, go easy on her,” Natasha comes to your aid for once, a subtle hint that even she must be excited about whatever news they’re hiding.

“Yeah, what Nat said.”

You and the redhead share a look that draws a soft chuckle out of your girlfriend. “Remind me how I’m the one who spoils y/n again?”

“Can you stop stalling and tell me what you’re hiding already?”

Your question earns both a glare and a laugh before you’re finally given the answer you’ve been searching for. Your girlfriends may love you more than anything else in the world but that will never stop them from teasing you like their life depends on it.

“So impatient…yes, fine, we convinced Tony to let us borrow one of his stupidly fast jets for tomorrow.”

Two pairs of green eyes watch your reaction expectantly only to find your face twisting into confusion. “Why?”

There’s a beat of silence where they both stare at each other, silently trying to figure out how to proceed. Clearly, they weren’t expecting you to question the exciting news they had brought to you.

It happens in a flash.

One second you’re sitting alone in bed and the next, your girlfriends are on either side of you, contradicting touches landing on your arms. It’s strange how easy it is to tell them apart. How cautious Natasha’s fingers still are when they trace random patterns onto your skin compared to Wanda’s gentle pressure as trails down to grab onto your hand, unmistakable tendrils of red magic moving to put your forgotten book back onto the shelf.

Natatsha’s the first to break the silence, all her earlier playfulness gone and replaced by subtle concern. “y/n, it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

“So?” You shrug. “It’s just another day.”

Wanda tightens her grip on your hand and successfully steals back your attention. “Nonsense, malyshka. You deserve to be celebrated.”

“Guys, it’s not a big deal,” you assure them. “I really don’t need anything. Plus, I have too many things to do.”

“Not anymore.” A sweet kiss is placed on your lips before you can voice your complaints. “We’re stealing you away tomorrow.”

“But what about-”

“Already talked to Steve.”

“And-”

“Kate will understand.”

“How-”

“Stop looking for excuses, detka.” Natasha rolls her eyes as she pulls you closer to her. “You’re coming with us.”

You want to argue, you truly do, but then Wanda’s gluing herself to your side, eager hands slipping under your shirt, and you quickly come to the conclusion that spending all day with them is the best way to spend any day.

Including a birthday.

Especially since you’re more than used to treating it like every other day of the year. It’s not that you don’t like celebrating it, you’re just always too busy to make real plans and no one’s ever thought to surprise you before.

But of course, your girlfriends aren’t like anyone else.

Which is how they manage to get you onto one of Tony’s jets, reminding you of the existence of time zones and how you have to leave right now if you want to make it to your surprise destination on time. You don’t really mind either way but you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen them this excited about something in a while so you go along with them anyway.

The jet ride seems never-ending despite how fast the aircraft is supposed to be. It doesn’t help that you’ve been having trouble sleeping peacefully the past few nights and Wanda’s running a hand through your hair in the way that makes you melt.

“You’re allowed to go to sleep, you know?” Natasha whispers with a teasing smirk. “We still have a long while to go.”

“Whose idea was this again?” You grumble as you drop your head down onto the redhead’s shoulder.

“Don’t be a brat, love. You’ll thank us when we get there.”

You bite back the rest of your complaints and sink into the sweet arms of a dreamless sleep. You miss the way your girlfriends watch over you the entire time as well as the long list of things they each want to see and the various ridiculous ways in which they propose to get everything done.

They ultimately agree to let you choose once you’re awake again…something that backfires when the jet finally lands and you’re still far off in dreamland. They go back and forth on whether they should wake you or not, especially since it’s morning where you've landed and the jetlag will definitely destroy you.

You look far too cute to rouse though so Natasha gathers you up into her arms with ease and carries you in her strong embrace the rest of the way.

When you finally do wake up, a few hours have passed and you're safe inside the lavish hotel room Wanda reserved using one of Tony’s endless credit cards. The change in scenery startles your drowsy mind before you feel familiar arms pulling you close.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Wanda says softly as she easily pulls you onto her lap.

“Hi,” you mumble, tucking your head into the crook of her neck.

“Hi, darling. How's the birthday girl feeling? Still sleepy?”

“A little.” You let out a soft sigh as your girlfriend’s hands travel inside your loose shirt, slender fingers tracing random shapes onto your warm skin. “I’m sorry I ruined the trip.”

She scoffs and the sound instantly reminds you of Natasha which pulls a small smile onto your face. “You didn't ruin anything, detka. It's your birthday.”

You don't say anything in response and your girlfriend is quick to pull your thoughts away from their current trajectory. She keeps exploring your waist with one hand while the other one comes up to playfully tug on your hair.

“How about you stop hiding and look at your surprise, hm?”

It’s unclear whether it’s her words or her grip on your hair that makes you obey but neither of you mind. You reluctantly lift your face from its hiding place and let the green-eyed woman guide your gaze toward the large window of the room.

You gasp the second you realize where you are. “You guys brought me to Paris!”

Your excitement manages to break through your exhaustion which earns you a laugh from your loving witch. “Only the best for our girl.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe a little.”

You turn your head at the sound of Natasha’s voice, eager hands reaching out for her instantly. Your silent request is instantly fulfilled and the redhead easily slips into bed next to Wanda.

“I can't believe you would do this for me.”

“Believe it, malyshka.” She leans forward and easily captures your lips with her own.

Wanda huffs as she’s left out of the moment, her hands wandering under your shirt once again. You're too lost in the kiss to notice where her fingers are going until they brush against your nipples.

The sensation makes you jump which makes you grind against the witch’s thigh in a way that leaves you gasping for air.

“That’s cheating,” Natasha warns after she pulls away from you.

“What happened to spoiling the birthday girl?”

This time, you're the one who gets left out of the moment as they fight for the control that always rests in the Russian’s hands. They get caught up in their knowing stares and bruising kisses, leaving you aching and panting for their attention.

It’s a game they love playing with you but you’re far too desperate already to last much longer without their hands on you.

Thankfully, Wanda decides to take pity on you. She gives your hardened nipples a soft tug, smirking against Natasha’s lips when she feels your hips buck once more. “I think someone’s feeling a little needy.”

The redhead turns to look at you, a perfectly raised eyebrow painting her face with the stern humor you've come to know so well. “Is that right, kotenok? Are you feeling needy?”

You nod, all the heat in your body rushing down from your face to between your thighs. “Please don’t tease.”

“Aw, look at that, Nat. You're not going to deny her when she looks like that, are you?” You're not sure if Wanda’s actually being genuine or not but you don't really care as long as she’ll help you get what you want.

“Who’s the brat now?” She chuckles before reaching out for you, pulling you onto her lap, and leaving behind a pouty Wanda. “Come here, let me give you what you want.”

The Russian is true to her words and wastes no time in sliding a hand past the waistband of both your pants and your underwear. Your complaints about the lack of sink-on-skin contact between you are forgotten as Wanda situates herself behind you, plump lips trailing feather-light kisses up your neck.

A gasp tumbles out of your lips once Natasha’s fingers finally find your drenched cunt. She moves slowly, almost too slowly, but you already know she’ll be quick to remind you to be patient if you dare whine.

“You don’t have to be so cautious, detka,” Wanda whispers against your flushed skin. “It’s your birthday, remember?”

“Don’t listen to her, it’s always so much better for you when you’re a good girl.” She easily slips two fingers into your waiting hole, barely holding back a laugh as your pussy swallows her digits.

Your hands grip her shoulders for stability while they both work in tandem to make you lose the last bits of control you still have over yourself.

The witch’s hands find their way under your shirt yet again except this time she’s gripping your hips and helping you move in time with the redhead’s movements. It’s the slowest, most agonizing, of dances and yet the pleasure has you arching your back in seconds.

“Look at you,” Natasha coos, taking a mental picture of how delicious you look writhing in Wanda’s arms. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this, malyshka.”

Your walls clench the second you hear the affectionate petname and the Russian can’t resist the urge to lean forward and attach herself to your neck. Her thrusts are still slow and steady but then finally, her thumb begins to circle your puffy clit.

Your head falls back against Wanda’s shoulder and she laughs as you practically go limp from the pleasure. “You’re gonna break her, ‘Tasha.”

“She likes it.” She punctuates her point by curling her fingers just right and pulling out a string of moans from deep within you. “Don’t you, darling?”

“Mhmm, please don’t stop.”

They share a look you don’t see but you do feel the evidence of yet another standoff. It’s like Wanda just can’t stop herself from pressing all of Natasha’s buttons when they’re like this. Which means it’s your job as their devoted girlfriend to let them turn your pleasure into a competition.

And they do just that.

Wanda’s grip on your hips tightens until her nails are digging into your skin and she’s practically forcing you to ride Natasha’s fingers. Natasha, for her part, increases the speed of her thrusts, launching you closer and closer toward your orgasm. She’s still drawing it out of you, though, still balancing speed with soft kisses and murmured praises.

It’s a strange combination but it works perfectly. Just like your relationship with them. It’s something that transcends words, something that can’t be explained, merely felt…and it’s also exactly what brings you to the edge.

“Nat…please…”

“Please, what, detka?” Wanda responds for your girlfriend.

“Can I cum? Please?”

You half-expect them to make you beg for a little longer but it seems your special day has left them more merciful than usual. Natasha’s lips make their way up your neck and onto your jawline until she reaches your lips and gives you the permission you’re searching for.

“Go ahead, cum for us.”

You’ve heard the words thousands of times and yet they make you fall apart like nothing else. The slow build-up finally reaches its peak with one more swirl of Natasha’s thumb against your clit and you literally fall face-first into your orgasm.

“Such a good girl, love. Always so good for us.”

Your response comes in the shape of a muffled whine as you bury your face into the redhead’s neck.

The sound makes both of your girlfriends smile and Wanda moves to sit on Natasha’s other side while they wait for you to recover. “I guess we’re not leaving the hotel any time soon.”

“Are you complaining, Maximoff?”

“Shut up.”

Their bickering makes you giggle. “Wanda’s being a brat again, Nat.”

“I know.” The green-eyed woman turns her head to press a barrage of kisses against the side of your face. “I think that means she can’t join us in the shower.”

The comment draws another complaint out of the young witch and you happily rest in your girlfriend’s arms while they start up another playful argument you’ll eventually have to get in the middle of.

You don't mind though, there's no other way you'd rather spend your birthday than with them.

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heyhilana · 1 year

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Hi. I don't know if your taking requests atm but I love your work and was wondering if I could request. Here me out - javier pena x reader. Enemies to lovers trope. Something like they work together, have a fight and wake up in each others bodies the next day. They try to embarrass each other and make things worse. Deep down they both like each other but are so stubborn they don't want to admit their feelings for one another but eventually they do and change back to normal. Sorry if that's confusing. If you can't write it that's all good :) just thought I'd ask. Thanks again.

Hi lovely 😊 Thank you for your request, and I’m sorry that this took me a little while to get to as I've been a little busy. I love the idea, and I tweaked it slightly as I didn’t know exactly what you meant when you said change back to normal so I hope that’s okay! Also, I would’ve made this strictly hate fuck but Javi...he’s just too tender in his scenes to do a hate fuck fully LMAO like we all know that infamous scene where he pulls that girl’s hair and brings her flush to him so my point stands. But, hugs and love and as always, drink water. 💚

Summary: Two unlikely and rather animosity filled partners could accurately describe you and Javi. But after a shitshow of a meeting with the bosses, tensions are pulling at the strings that create a crescendo that’s undeniable in a random office you decide to walk into. But it’s the aftermath from the next day that threatens everything of detachment and realization.

A/N: Hi, lovelies! Just to remind you all, requests are open; if and when I need to close them, I will update my masterlist to say they are closed. There is more in my masterlist about who and what I’ll write about for notes. But beyond that, this was super fun for me to write, and I got to rechallenge myself. Also, thank you so much for 1k followers! I never thought I would reach that with my inconsistency, but it means the world to me that you guys enjoy my works and you want to support me :)) But for now, I hope you enjoy reading this! :)

Pairing: Javier Peña x !f reader (enemies/coworkers to lovers)

Warnings: (What can I say? I love a little spice) Hair pulling, spanking, rough grips, orgasm denial, foul language, f and m oral receiving, cum shot on ass, unprotected because this was unexpected hate fuck (but wrap it up), a little bit of degrading, but that's all I can label.

Word Count: 6.1k (You know what it be LMAO)

“You’re an asshole.” You spat, walking out of the boardroom and turning sharply on your heel down the hall.

Asshole was an understatement. Infuriating, jerk, jackass, arrogant, intolerable, the list could go on. Javier Peña, somehow your new partner when you were sent down here, and you would’ve chosen anyone else over him. If it meant peaceful, level-headed conversations, you would’ve even taken the secretary to be your partner. Being at his throat on an everyday basis was draining, lighting fires in you every time he got under your skin.

“I could say the same about you.” Catching up to you and jaw tightening, his presence was something you wanted to shake, but you couldn’t.

“You do it every day.” A dry laugh echoed from you as you walked into the empty office, turning on the lights.

“That’s because you give me a reason to.” You half sat on the desk as he leaned against it in the doorway. How could he be so calm while your blood was boiling, the tipping mark fading into the distance.

“Oh I give you a reason when you get your ass handed to you most days.” You hissed, venom laced in your tone as you folded your arms.

“Did we go to the same meeting because you got your ass handed to you as well in there.” You wanted to forget it all. Crosby and Noonan taking turns tearing into you both over negligence and overall stupidity. A waste of 15 minutes when you could’ve been home, far away from him, since he walked further into the room.

“That’s because your fuck-up got us here.” You tried to keep your voice down as you heard your superiors leaving the building. When you both heard the elevator door open and close, you knew there was no one else there besides you two.

“My fuck-up? It was you who didn’t trust my informant.”

“Because she lies more than she tells the truth! And why would I trust any girl who you’ve been fucking more than talking to.” He narrowed his eyes at you and walked closer, this being the closest you could tolerate since you could feel something brewing in you that you couldn’t place your finger on.

“What I do is my business. I don’t let it cloud my judgment.” He looked down at you, and you kept eye contact, the glare intensifying as you cocked your head slightly.

“You sure about that?”

“What the fuck are you implying since I’m not the one who slept my way up here.” A low blow. Rumors had traveled with you the moment you arrived. The only woman who was qualified for the job, every man was against you for supposedly taking their spot when they didn’t earn it. You worked just like everyone else did, and he was only doing it to get under your skin.

“Don’t you fucking believe that I slept my way up here when you sleep your way into information that leads to fuckups.” Deflection at its finest with him, but you weren’t having it. You were going to leave, but he closed that gap between you, his legs right on yours, and you sat more on the desk. His hands were on the desk, and he was dangerously close to you, your heart pounding out of anger and curiosity about what he would do.

“I don’t let a fuck get in the way of my job. You may be new here, but this is how it goes.” His eyes had never looked so dark before, and you were unsure of why you couldn’t break eye contact with him. Infuriating, yet the pool of desire had grown significantly when you moved your legs.

“You know what? Fuck you.” You spat at him. You could tell he was taken aback by your boldness, but he remained firm where he stood.

“Fuck you.” He enunciated those words, but when you saw the flicker down to your lips ever so slightly, you felt that small stoke of the flame reach new heights.

That first brush on your lips that turned into heady, almost feral kisses was nothing that you could expect. How did he manage to have impossibly soft lips, the odd taste of whiskey that made you drunk over him. The nibble on your bottom lip, the groan that did nothing to quell your desire except intensify it. How his hands rose up your arms to pull off your suit jacket, and his fingertips brushed your exposed collarbone. You helped him with taking off the jacket, discarding it on the desk, and kicking off your heels. He pulled off his jacket and threw it somewhere as you were unbuttoning his shirt as fast as you could.

“Someone’s excited,” He mumbled against your lips, unbuttoning the last button for you and taking it off. “This what you wanted?”

“Don’t let that ego of yours get any bigger,” You mumbled back, and he nibbled on your lip in retaliation. “You’re gonna tease me now?” You pulled back to pull off your blouse, moving it on the table again before you went to unclasp your bra in the front. He stopped you, doing it himself and watching your breasts fall, which made him groan.

“You’re the one teasing me.” He countered before his lips were back on yours with more ferocity that you didn’t think was possible. His hands traveled to your breasts, and yours went up and down his body, feeling him and finally understanding why those women would throw themselves at him. Why he was so confident because he felt amazing. Sure, his arrogance got under your skin, but now you wanted him skin-to-skin with you. You moaned in his mouth when he was playing with your nipples, to which he smiled against your lips. Damn him and all the reactions he could get out of you. Fuck him, you repeated in your head, but your body was begging for him to explore you. He left your lips and kissed down your jaw and to your throat, leaving chaste kisses until that one made you whine. The laugh that followed left you embarrassed and more turned on than you wanted to admit.

“I knew you were a little noisy but whining? Something finally coming out of that mouth of yours that I like.” With that glint in his eye from the window, you could see that he enjoyed all of it. Finally having you after months of being at your throat.

“Shut up already.” You feigned annoyance, but he saw right through you.

“Be careful what you ask for.” You couldn’t come up with a retort once he put his mouth on your nipple, his tongue twirling around it, sucking, flicking it. His other hand massaged your other breast, and you instinctively opened your legs more to let him slide in between you. Even with not being a fan of nipple sucking, he made it hot. You looked down at him and saw he was looking at you, eyes a little low, but his gaze never wavering. You put your hand in his hair and tangled in it, gripping a little when he sucked harder.

“Please don’t stop,” You whined further, grinding on the desk to get some friction. He shifted his mouth to your other breast to give it the attention it deserved, and his hands traveled down to your pants, unbuttoning them without a second thought. He pulled at the hem of them, you moved your hand out of his hair, and put your feet back on the floor to get out of them with him stopping with your breasts to catch his breath. He pulled your pants and panties down for you and kissed your hips, then your thighs, your calves, and when you kicked your pants off he put you back on the desk. You leaned back a little as he put your legs on his shoulders, kneeling before you. You gripped the desk for balance as he got close to your dripping pussy, that smile on his face something that would be imprinted in your mind for a lifetime.

“You sure you hate me?” Ever the one to still push your buttons, you rolled your eyes.

“I can’t fucking stand you.” Those little white lies that you both knew were meaningless as he put two fingers right near your clit and dragged it down on the slit, gathering up your slick in one go.

“You sure about that because she’s telling me otherwise.” He held up his fingers and, just like that, coated with your desire for him that you couldn’t deny without feeling foolish.

“Fuck me.” Double meaning as you knew you were in for it and you needed him to fuck you, he kissed your clit and licked gently, making you gasp.

“Gladly.” Flattening his tongue to lick up your hole, the slit, up to your clit, then sucking your clit, and you were gone. You didn’t know how loud you could get until now, hands tangled in his hair as he switched from sucking to tasting your slick near your hole, the wave of pleasure riding through your body with each passing moment. But when those same two fingers brushed at your hole, the small push before fully slotting them inside you, you forgot how good fingering could be. Curling at your spot, the pace that matched with each suck, the moans that vibrated against your clit. You were sure if there was anyone else in the building on a different floor, they would’ve heard you. But all those rumors surrounding your insufferable partner were true.

“So fucking sweet,” He moved his head up to say that and look at you, that look on your face of pure ecstasy was something he never wanted to forget. Biting your lip, eyes a little low, slightly flushed cheeks, and then trailing down your body to see the thin layer of perspiration glowing on your skin, he felt his dick twitch in his pants from that.

“J-Javi, please I-” The all too familiar feeling in your stomach, the intensity rising as he fingered you a little faster, made you clench around his fingers.

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my fingers and make a mess? Déjandome usar tu coño así.” He dove back down to your clit to suck and lick just as he did before. You gripped his hair, and when he curled at that spot, you inhaled a sharp breath and let go, all the sounds you were holding back flowing out and the shutters washing over you. Riding you through it, he slowed his actions just as you stopped shaking, giving your clit a final kiss, and licking at your hole to make you jump. He then brought his fingers to his mouth and got up to show you him tasting it, the act making you clench around nothing when he pulled them out, and they were clean.

“Dulce, mami,” He mumbled before he kissed you, pulling down his pants hastily. You moved your hand down his stomach and palmed him in his boxers, surprised at his size. Even in his tight clothes, you never imagined it to feel this good, this thick. The stretch would be nothing like you imagined, making you pull away from him to get on your knees.

You pulled down his boxers and watched his dick spring up. The rosy red tip with precum leaking, the slight curve, the thickness, it was a sight for sore eyes. You looked up at him and licked your lips before kissing the tip and licking the precum to see him groan and grip the desk. You sucked the tip just enough to tease, making his jaw tighten. You enjoyed the stretch on your lips and jaw as you reached closer to the base. His hand was right at the back of your head, guiding you down nice and slow, coaxing you to take it.

“You can do it, baby. Take every inch of me.” That little praise made you go down to the base, lips touching that soft patch of hair before pulling away, spit dribbling at your lip. You spat in your hand and brought it to the tip, stroking slowly but squeezing just enough to make him hiss. He fucked himself into your tight grip, and you began to move your hand from tip to base, enjoying the way he opened up your grip with how thick he was. You sucked the tip and decided to move your hand down to his thigh to hold him in place to take him to the back of your throat.

“You feel so fucking good. Should’ve known with all that talking you do I should’ve stuffed your mouth.” His knuckles were almost white with how he gripped the desk, and you popped your lips off the tip to glare at him.

“God, you’re so infuriating.” He had a talent for getting under your skin even when you were on your knees for him.

“You’re so much worse.”

“Is this worse?” You put your lips back on the tip and looked up at him.

“N-no.” A smirk was lightly tugging at your lips when you pulled off him again.

“Aw, you’re stuttering.”

“You were doing it first,” Instead of arguing, you took him whole in one go to make him suck in a sharp breath. You kept going just like that, from tip to base taking him until you had to catch your breath and stroke the tip, flicking your wrist a little before going back down to do it again. It kept going like that, Javi was blown away at how long you wanted his shaft down your throat. But something else lingered, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

You could tell he was getting close when a slight whimper escaped his lips. So low that you almost thought it was a figment of your imagination, but it happened again. The sound lit something in you, and you had to get it again, and again, and again because with how much you loved those groans, to hear him have such desperation in his voice, so much ecstasy at your ministrations, it was a high that you never wanted to get off of.

“Right there, baby. Keep going for me, please.” The strain in his voice was evident, and somehow the curve in your mouth grew. There were two thoughts buzzing through your head, surprisingly. To swallow him whole and let him cum, or to deny? Sure, the desire was close to winning, but he had to pay after the stunt he pulled. So, you stopped everything.

“What the fuck was that?” The fire in his eyes elicited a smirk from you.

“You gotta fuck me first if you want to cum.” Toying with him, he pulled you up and pushed you onto the desk, bending you over while you knew you were getting under his skin.

“Oh I’ll fuck you.” Roughly, he pushed inside you, the sheer size making you yelp as he fucked you. Hands gripped tightly on your hips, the grunts that fell from his lips, and knowing that he was taking you just as he knew you would.

“You think it's funny to tease me, don’t you?” He smacked your ass as he thrusted inside you.

“I-I do.” He smacked your ass again, making you bite your lip and hold back your moans.

“Oh, you like the pain,” He smacked your ass three times in a row, and you were sure that it made your ass burn bright red as each sting brought more pain and pleasure from the last. “My handprint on your ass right now is perfect. Little fucking slut.” The way those words fell from his lips would normally make you angry, but it didn’t do anything but make you clench around him harder.

“F-Fuck you!” You stuttered out, pleasure blinding you as you started to meet his thrusts halfway.

“F-Fuck you too.” He pulled you by your hair, and the glimpse you got of light sweat dripping down his face, head full of hair a mess, gritting words through his teeth was breathtaking. He moved your head back down and let go of your hair, resting his hand back on your hip.

You whined a little, feeling your orgasm approach quickly. From how he stretched you out and brushed up against your pleasure spot, you knew it would come quicker than you could anticipate. You wanted to cum without him noticing, but with the pulsing you did all around his shaft, he knew that you were trying to play it off.

“Feels like you want to cum,” He trailed off as he moved one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing tight and fast circles enough to make you jolt up.

“Yes, I need to cum.” You rasped out, barely making a coherent thought in your head. He fucked you through it just until you were about to cum, even denying himself an orgasm before he pulled out, making you turn your head to look at him.

“You thought I would let you cum? So naïve.” He laughed while you were fuming. Why did you think he would let you cum twice after the stunt you pulled? And, more importantly, why were you in this position?

“I fucking hate you.” You gritted through your teeth, getting ready to move away and get dressed, but he stopped you, gripping your hip with one hand to keep you in place.

“I hate you so much more.” He pushed back inside you, and you were relieved to feel him again, even with your mind telling you that he was the enemy. An enemy who could play with your body while simultaneously getting under your skin, bringing you to ecstasy faster than any man could.

But for him, hearing you loosen up on him, the regular insults transforming into breathless moans as your body begging for him changed something in him. A hate fuck that he was used to, getting it out of the way before he would go home to drink and go to sleep. But this? No, he was transfixed on giving you more than he normally would, even if you were everything that he couldn’t stand.

Suddenly, a twitch was felt right up on your spot as your intense pulses increasing with each second. His hand went back down to your clit to rub faster circles, and he bent down just enough to get a little closer to your ear.

“You gonna cum? Use that pretty mouth of yours and scream my name.” Deep, a little raspy even as he encouraged you to cum, you let go and squeezed all around him as you came, much to his pleasure as he tried to ride it out for you. Just as he couldn’t hold it anymore, he pulled out in a haste to cum on your ass. Heavy breaths, body shaking, mind empty, you both were spent. Drunk off the other's touch and how you both felt, you knew you did something that would cause issues in the morning. He moved off to grab a tissue from the desk, wiping off your other ass cheek that he came on and admiring the light handprint on your ass.

“That’s gonna be pretty in the morning.” He commented as he got up. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your clothes which were all over the place, putting them on quickly.

“How does everything that comes out of your mouth annoy me?” You put your blouse back on and looked at him as he put his shirt back on.

“Just before you were enjoying my words.” Your face burned after he spoke, turning your head while you pulled on your panties and then pants.

“That doesn’t count,” You trailed off, voice not as strong as usual given that you knew you were lying.

“Right,” He pulled on his pants, walking over to you to tilt your head up when he finished. “I can go for round 2 at your place.” Your eyes lit up at those words, and you smirked.

“Follow me home then.”

The Colombian sun shined through your bedroom window, cascading a shadow on your bed as you stirred in your sleep. The window was open, making your room a little bit rise in temperature by noon, and you could faintly hear the cars driving down the street. The sheets tangled, limbs as well, an arm lazily wrapped around your waist, you were close to thinking that you were still dreaming. Your back felt warm, and there was a soft rumble hitting your upper back with each breath he took. Finally, you opened your eyes, seeing that the sun was higher in the sky, which you were not used to seeing so much in your apartment. You turned to face Javi, seeing that he was fast asleep, snoring softly as he was undisturbed by your shift in bed.

Somehow, he looks softer than you’ve ever seen him. The sheet rested just above his hip bone, trailing up, you could see his tan skin, the soft expanse of his stomach, his chest, his collarbone, his neck, up to his face. That damned face of his. 12 hours ago, and you couldn’t stand the sight of him, yet he was tangled in your bed, snoring softly. If you didn’t remember that he was the enemy still, you would’ve stared at him until you couldn’t anymore, but when you turned over to finally look at your clock, and it read 8:00 am, you were fucked.

“Shit. I’m late.” You sprung out of bed to close your window. Javi stirred as he rubbed his eyes.

“What time is it?”

“8:00 am. We have to meet Noonan by 8:30.” You rushed it out as you tried to find clean clothes, cursing yourself for not getting up. That alarm you had to set faded into the distance when you brought him to your bed last night. The way his lips felt on your neck made all your thoughts melt away as you let him take you once more.

“Fuck, you’re right.” He got out of bed fast, trying to find his clothes that were discarded in your room. It didn’t take much last night to help him undress, although it was slower, less hasty. The air felt different the second go around, with no pesky insults to throw the other off the scent of surface-level tension, culminating into something more. It was just you and him, using every inch of the bed for as long as you could keep your eyes open. You both put your clothes on and were headed for the door when you turned to face him, your face burning at how this would play out.

“What are we going to tell Noonan?” You asked, and his incredulous look made you sink further into embarrassment.

“What do you mean what do we tell her?”

“She’s going to ask why we’re both late, so we need an excuse.” Perhaps you were overthinking it, trying to avoid the other question that was burning in your head worse than a typical hangover.

“Just act how you normally act and I’ll do the same. Shouldn’t be too hard since this was just a one-time thing.” He brushed it off and walked ahead of you, and it stung in your heart more than his usual banter with you. Nothing was what he thought. Nothing to him when it meant everything to you when he was coaxing you into new highs for him, to unwind for him and let him get to the deepest parts of you. Nothing. Nothing for him, and it was nothing for you as you walked out the door.

“Got it.” The hardness in your voice surprised him when you didn’t catch his eyes again. You were the same as you were yesterday, stoic and angry as he knew you to be most of the time. Yet he realized he liked it more the way you were last night and how he was much softer with you. To have it all again would be nice, but those dreams of tomorrow were not promised in the lives you both lived.

A traffic-filled drive later, you and Javi were in the elevator waiting to see Noonan. You both look disheveled, even with fixing yourself in the car as you drove, but it would still get some comments from her that you didn’t need. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, and you both walked there as fast as you could, seeing that Noonan’s door was ajar. You walked in first, and Javi followed. and Noonan looked just the same as last night, making you wish you didn’t have to see her today.

“You both look like you went through a pigsty.” She pushed her papers to the side and darted her eyes between you both.

“Shower’s broken.” You made up, and you could see Noonan was fighting to roll her eyes at you.

“Well get it fixed.”

“Will do.” It was best to speak less around her, and when her attention was redirected to Javi, you were in the clear.

“What’s your excuse Peña? Couldn’t bother to iron?” Javi had a backup outfit in his car, yet it was wrinkled, and you could only imagine why that was the case.

“The iron broke yesterday. Didn’t have time to buy another one.” She didn’t buy it at all, and if you weren’t still pissed from earlier, you would’ve fought back a laugh.

“You have time to fuck up everything else but not get ready. Your priorities are wonderful,” You had to stifle a laugh there, or else she would chew you in again. “Just get your shit done and try to fix yourselves up.”

“Understood.” You both spoke in unison.

“And that meeting yesterday was a disaster. I’ve never had partners go against each other like that to save their ass.”

“With all due respect, Y/L/N went out on a limb and I didn’t have much of a choice. She wouldn’t trust my informant even after she met her.” You turned your head to look at him, the urge to slap him making you ball your hand into a fist.

“You seem to make a lot of choices for yourself without much thought, Peña. Don’t act like you have reservations now.”

“Peña’s informant has lied multiple times now, only with some of her intel being useful. I didn’t trust her with this because it could’ve led us to a death trap and he keeps going to her anyways. I had to do what made sense.” The damage control was useless once more, as you could see the irritation in her eyes.

“What would’ve made sense was to follow protocol. You went completely off the rails and were going to put yourself in danger without telling anyone. For that I should send you back to the States.”

“I’m sorry about what I did. It won’t happen it again.” Javi didn’t say anything, and you presumed it was that she wouldn’t believe he was sorry anyways.

“You’re right, it won’t. Figure out how to work together or I’ll put you both on desk duty permanently somewhere else. Now go take care of that paperwork Juarez left on your desks.”

“Yes ma’am.” You both walked out, reminiscent of the night before as you were fuming again. You walked straight to your desk and saw the stacks of files that were as tall as you are right in the middle. Javi’s was a little bit larger, and you wished someone else could help. You sat down and began to sort through them, ignoring the stare he was giving you.

“Your hair looks like it got tangled in a fan.” You scoffed, his first words to you being an insult like always.

“Could say the same for you. You could go undercover as a shaggy dog.”

“You seemed to like it last night.”

“That was a mistake.” You gritted through your teeth. You didn’t look, but you could feel the air shift between you two.

“You’re right. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He was stoic, maybe a little angry, even when he didn’t have the right to be. After all, it was his idea to treat it as such.

“I’m just following what you said this morning. Nothing remotely special about what happened.” While you were talking to him, deep down, you were reassuring yourself that this was all it was as you read through the files and tried to finish them off. Distractions from how your body shivered from the memories of last night, how he said those sweet little nothings that would echo in your mind longer than they should.

“Something’s finally useful in that head of yours.”

“I’m surprised you have thoughts at all. You only seem to think when it’s about saving your ass.” You took a quick glance and saw he was fuming and doing a terrible job of hiding it.

“I missed it when you weren’t speaking.” He muttered, finishing a file and sliding it over in haste.

“And I can’t wait to get away from you.” You replied, busying yourself with files as you could feel the pang in your heart grow with each passing moment. You blinked away your tears as you thought about last night, returning you to a better place.

Brushing your hair out of your face, the gentle kiss on your forehead. Sweet nothings as he went slow. Completely drunk off of both times, but the second one made you squeeze his hand as he thrusted into you. Again, and again, and again.

Nightfall came, and you were finished with your files. Javi had finished 20 minutes before you did, leaving without saying goodnight. You turned off the light at your desk and grabbed your things, passing by the office for a moment which made you stop in your tracks. Nearly 24 hours ago, he had you bent over in there and then, shortly after, gave you a much tender, softer side of him that you couldn’t stop thinking about. Now, it was as if nothing happened when you wanted to talk about it. Hell, you wanted it to happen again, and again, and again. He made your existence hell, but when you thought about things as you walked into the office, you thought about who he really was. His efforts were unconventional, but he had to get his hands dirty after doing this for a long time. And even with how he pushed back on your efforts, he had reason, as did you. Maybe you had him pegged wrong, but you were going to stick to what you said before. It was nothing, despite it making you feel everything.

You went to the elevator and hit the garage level, fighting back tears as they threatened to fall before you got in the car. What were you feeling over one night? Was the first time what tipped you over the edge, or was it the second time? That damned second time shouldn’t have happened. But you didn’t want to regret it, not when it replayed in your head.

“That’s it. Take it all for me.”

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

"Tomándome tan bien."

And a little phrase that went over your head.

“Eres mía.”

Before you knew it, the elevator dinged, and you reached the garage level. You walked out and saw that Javi was there on the left waiting for you.

“I thought you left 20 minutes ago.” You asked, but you didn’t look at him. Not when your eyes were still a little glassy and you didn’t want to be that vulnerable.

“I was, but I waited so I could tail you on the way home.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Now he cares. Now he wants to be nice.

“I’m good, Javi. I can take care of myself alright? I have my gun and my knife so there’s no need to worry.” You were beginning to walk off but he caught your wrist and pulled you back.

“There’s sicarios out there. I can’t let you go out there like that.” You finally looked at him and saw his eyes were a little glassy too. Surely you were imagining it. You had to be.

“Why do you care?” Voice trembling, you were letting a wall down with him.

“I…I don’t. I’m just making sure you don’t become the next example for them.” Somehow that beat he took before speaking gave you everything you needed to know.

“You never did this before.”

“I’m not gonna make it a habit.” If he was going to close up, so were you. You took his hand off your wrist and moved back.

“I don’t expect you to. You’re just doing your job I guess.” You regretted asking that question, and your feet were itching to run to your car.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, Javi. Just go home and leave me be.” Your feet begged to run, but your heart kept you right in place.

“Answer me.”

“I don’t have to. It didn’t mean anything just like none of this means anything.” Tears welled again just as your heart swelled from pain. Why couldn’t you leave? What was seeing him get closer to you, grabbing your hands and interlocking them that made you want more?

“This doesn’t mean anything to you?” He caught your gaze and you couldn’t escape it. You sucked in a breath, savoring it before answering.

“No.”

“You hesitated.” He squeezed your hand and you squeezed back.

“Does it mean anything to you?” You countered.

“Don’t put this on me.” Damn him for calling you out for the reversal.

“You asked.”

“Be honest with me. Did you think about what we did last night at all today?” His voice was softer, the hint of desperation laced in that pulled at your heartstrings.

“Did you?”

“I asked you first.”

“Okay, maybe. Did you?” That maybe held you from admitting it completely, but the glimmer of hope that flashed in his eyes made you realize that it meant something to him.

“All day today. I couldn’t stop.” He was a little breathless, the weight of that finally off his shoulders.

“I thought you didn’t care.” He sighed when you spoke.

“Did you believe me for a second when I said it?”

“I had my doubts but I wasn’t sure. Did you believe me?”

“No. Not then, not now.” He squeezed your hand again, pulling you a little closer. He opened his mouth but closed it just as fast, making you wonder what he wanted to say.

“You’re hesitating on asking me something.” He averted his eyes from you but you caught his gaze again.

“Well if you’re going to dodge the truth I won’t ask.”

“I’ll be honest. I swear.”

“Do you want that to happen again…and more?” The vulnerability in his voice was evident with the pause he took, his voice cracking just enough that you knew you weren’t in this by yourself.

“I do. Do you?”

“Yeah. I do.” That was all you needed to hear before you took the leap. That leap led you to kiss him softly, pouring all those buried feelings into it, knowing that you were finally happy. Happiest with him, even with what would come after. He pulled back but he let go of your hands and put them on your cheeks, rubbing his thumb against them.

“I’m sorry about what I said to you before. I never believed the rumors because you proved yourself. And I’m sorry for what I did earlier with Noonan. You were right about my informant even when I didn’t want to believe it.” Sincerity in his voice and his eyes, you gave him a warm smile that you didn’t know you had in you after all this time being down here.

“It’s okay. And I’m sorry for accusing you of letting things like your informants get in the way of your job. I know we both want the same thing we just have different ways of getting it done.” The smile that was etched onto his face made you smile a little wider, two grinning agents as if they were teens crushing on each other.

“I think we want two things.” You cocked your head to the side as his smile changed into a smirk.

“You sure?” You challenged, and he kissed you again, which was deeper and more passionate. Somehow, you didn’t think you would get enough of his kisses anytime soon.

“Positive.”

“Tail me home then.”

Translations:

Déjandome usar tu coño así - Letting me use your pussy like this.

Dulce - Sweet (you guys should know what mami is LMAO)

Tomándome tan bien - You're taking me so well.

Eres mía - You're mine.

#javier pena smut #javier peña x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fic #javier peña #javier pena #javier pena x you #javier pena angst #javier pena/reader #narcos #narcos fanfiction #narcos smut #narcos fic #pedropascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #lanawrites #coworkers to lovers #slight enemies to lovers #i say slight because it's not full blown but its there

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scorpius-major · 1 year

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#class is now in session!

Ft: Hu Tao, Barbara, Zhongli, Childe, and Gn! Reader

College au!

in which each character gets their own major and school headcannons

𝙃𝙪 𝙏𝙖𝙤

Mortuary science major without a doubt

Gives off chaotic theater kid vibes as well

Has definitely brought an Ouija board to multiple different sleepovers on multiple different occasions

She’s that one friend that gives you oddly frightening fun facts. Facts that make you go “why does she know that?”

“Did you know that if you eat around 10 crushed black cherry pits there’s enough cyanide to kill you?”

Just leaves you sitting there like ma’am how do you know that?

Hu Tao would peer pressure you into joining theater with her

If you have stage fright she’d find a way to expel it from you

In class she can be very committed to work

If you sit next to her however, that’s a different story

has surprisingly good grades ngl

you sometimes wonder how she keeps up with the work while simultaneously goofing off in class

it frightens you sometimes

like she was dead asleep in class one time and nothing would wake her up

until the professor asked her a question

She sat up really quickly and answered it correctly

you just stared at her like🤨

needless to say you quickly stopped questioning her abilities as a student after that

Barbara

choir kid without a doubt

like no explanation needed

no fr barbs literally has the most angelic voice you’ve ever heard

you probably met in a music theory class

let me just tell you this lady is the most respectful roommate EVER

omg her room is always so clean and tidy it’s just like

miss please teach me your ways I beg🧎🏾‍♀️

stright A student without a doubt

her classes are probably all honors too

with the occasional AP

Not exactly a “teacher’s pet” but like is always willing to help them out

She probably becomes a teacher’s aid at one point

please let her tutor you, she loves it

Ayaka

Dancing major without a doubt

she’s taking a business class too

and also studies traditional Japanese calligraphy

listen I didn’t wanna be the one to say it but

she was the kid who reminded to teacher they had homework in middle school

IT JUST MAKES SENSE💀

if you’re a dance major too, she will always partner with you

another respectful af roommate

she cooks too

and it’s absolutely delicious

like she will cancel any takeout you order and will cook herself

another star student

it always surprises you how she can keep up her grades with her 17 different extracurricular activities

Zhongli

let’s be honest he probably is the professor💀

he’d teach world history without a doubt

that or AP English

i can’t see him as a math teacher

most def the teacher that everybody loves

he’s well aware too

i like to think he takes a little pride in being “the coolest teacher”

yeah let’s be honest he probably subtly humble brags ab it in the teachers lounge😭

he’s also the teacher that everybody trys to guess his age and terribly fails at it lmao

Struggles a LOT with technology

when he first tried to use a smart board he got so frustrated he never used it again

probably the only teacher who still uses textbooks and whiteboards

back in his college days I can kinda see him being a philosophy major

but he changed career choices and became a professor instead

Childe

STILL hasn’t figured out his major lmao💀

he fr changes it like every 3-5 business days

without a doubt he got in on a sports scholarship

med avg grades

i can see him struggling in math idk he just seems like the type of guy I can’t explain it

another one who is a really awesome cook

hes probably involved in a frat house ngl

if you’re roommates expect little to no sleep

heavy college fuckboy vibes

but in an endearing way

idk this is really random but in grade school he was the kid at the water fountain who would say “one, two, three, that’s enough for me” whenever someone was more than three seconds

He also would pick a fight with the 8th graders when he was in like 3rd and after he lost he’d tell his friends that he beat up an 8th grader

def a partier

he’d drag you out to parties late at night

but he always makes sure your comfortable and safe at them

love a respectful man fr

please help him in math he’s begging

#astronetwrk #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #childe x reader #genshin impact imagines #zhongli x reader #hu tao x reader #barbara x reader #ayaka x reader #childe hcs #childe genshin x reader #childe imagines #zhongli imagines #zhongli headcanons #hu tao headcanons #ayaka x you

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txdxsh1 · 2 years

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RANDOM HEADCANONS OF THE KARASUNO FIRST YEARS I HAVE !!

genre: CRACK oh my god

authors note: i genuinely hope you guys like these cause it was so much to make hahaha

they share a spotify family plan

whenever they go to tsukishimas house to study, they all simp so hard for his mom, calling her a milf and shit-

meanwhile yams has a crush on akiteru HAHA

yes i believe in bi yamaguchi

they have contests to see who can tie their shoes the fastest

tsukishima and yamaguchi go to the library so often that the librarian knows their names

yamaguchi and hinata play just dance when they’re bored

kageyama screams randomly when he feels overwhelmed

they all SUCK at skateboarding HAHAHAH

like they literally go to the skate park and all end up just eating shit

they get better at riding in their second year tho :)

they all simultaneously had a david bowie phase

like i said in this post, they definitely make deez nuts jokes

kageyama: hey tsukishima, what band sings that one song called believer?

tsukishima: imagine dragons you idio-

yamaguchi: IMAGINE DRAGGIN DEEZ NUTS ACROSS YOUR FACE

of course your mom jokes are also very common

they went to play laser tag for yamaguchis 17th birthday and it was …… eventful

they all LOVE star wars

tsukishima and yamaguchi play rock paper scissors whenever they’re bored and have been keeping score for YEARS

hinata and kageyama truly cannot cook a single meal (not because they don’t know how, they’re just so bad at it)

oh my god they have a group chat and it’s … definitely something

it probably consists of them yelling at each other, reminders for practice, memes/tiktoks, talking shit, and so much more oh god

they play video games together and are on voice chat while they play

let’s just say a lot of vulgar language is used

tell me why yamaguchi straight up trips on literal air like all the time

tsukishima is scared of rollarcoasters but just says they give him a headache as an excuse

they get into arguments over the most stupid things and they continue the arguments into practice until daichi yells at them LMAOO

oh god can you imagine them on a 4-way facetime call ??

you can’t tell me they don’t have a minecraft server

they have a shared playlist and it’s a mess and like 50+ hours long

i’d like to think that tsukishima was the first one to learn how to drive which, in turn, means that the group begs him to take them places

daichi definitely forces them to do group bonding so they have a sleepover

they end up going to 7/11 at 3am and they all have way too much energy (except tsukishima who just desperately wants to go to bed)

kageyama can hold a handstand for an extremely long amount of time

tsukishima will avidly pretend he does not see hinata since he’s not in his line of vision LMAO

yamaguchi and kageyama live pretty close to each other so sometimes they’ll go on walks or go get snacks and sit on the curb

hinata gets songs stuck in his head all the time and by the end of practice, everyone has it stuck in their head too (and it’s always the most ridiculous songs lol)

cue everyone at practice mumbling the backyardigans theme song lmaoooo

yamaguchi is so accident prone like this boy gets bruises and cuts so often

kageyama likes feeding ducks at the park

they’re all double jointed

tsukishima and yamaguchi LOVE going to the movies and sometimes will purposely go see bad ones so they can laugh

they all like playing uno but get so competitive for absolutely no reason HAHA

yamaguchi owns a record player and whenever one of the other boys comes over, they ask him to play something on it

i feel like they can all play at least one instrument

they trip each other in the hallways and it’s SO FUCKING FUNNY

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athenashypnobells · 8 months

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Intro aka Introduction /-/

Hi there! I'm Athena! :D

Also THANK YOU @ethanvanii FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS INTRO I LOVE YOU!!!! >:D

Things about me...

Flags/Sexuality :

Pronouns : She/they, I usually like They/Them but i don't mind if you use she/her

I would feel comfortable if you called me gender-neutral things, like "person" or something, but if I'm comfortable enough or know you long you can call me feminine words! ^_^

Interests :

Sonic The Hedgehog/Sonic X (I liked it a little bit, I'm getting used to it kinda)

Some anime! Like MHA or Spy Family. I'm getting used to this one

SPLATOON ‼️‼️ I genuinely love the music and game, it's so fun 💞

Some fandoms that my bf tried to get me into, I like some of them! :

I kinda understand why he likes this one, he's really random when it comes to him finding interests. I liked it a little bit! I would say my favorite is Glitchpants and Panchitomatrix Spongebob... Oh and also the Panchitomatrix BF! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

I REALLY like this one, I understand why he likes it. It's so cool! :) I'd maybe rate it 9/10

Pretty funny, I like that voice guy. I don't know what his name is but my bf said it was something like Harry or... Narry? idkkk

Really liked this one! Especially that funky lil guy named Thomas Flyswatter! He kinda reminds me of myself somehow. ^_^

Favorite Color : Blue and Pink! They're very pretty colors.... ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

Height : I dunno, but I'm a little bit taller than my bf @ethanvanii haha shorty.

Favorite Artists : Mitski and Alex G, Idk what else to listen to lmao

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺ Questions about me ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺

"What is your relationship status?"

Taken, by my beloved @ethanvanii !! ^∆^

"Name 3 things you love"

1. My BF (He lights up my world 💓)

2. Music

3. Perfume

"Name 3 things that upset you"

1. My BF dying (It's a fear of mine D:)

2. Spiders (I feel really tingly in a bad way when i look at them)

3. Drowning

"What 3 things make you happy?"

1. My bf making art for me (I appreciate how he puts effort just to make me a pfp or a drawing of myself, especially those silly aus he makes)

2. Kittens (They're so cute wtf)

3. My bf's silly persona (I wanna hug him and pinch his cheeks he looks like a plushie)

"Do you know who Ponycentral is?"

The answer is... Well no. I don't know who they are. All my boyfriend told me was that I shouldn't follow them, so I won't and it'll stay like that for the greater good! ^_^

Oh and I won't harass them or threaten them, idk what they did but I'll just stay away from them other than doing something like that

That's it for me! I hope you enjoyed this intro! 🌙

#fnfspongebobparodies #introduction #intro post #yep

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lootkey · 17 days

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Okay first listen through of TTPD standard edition thoughts:

This is very sonically cohesive I think? I know some people were irritated she didn’t go in a new sound but honestly this album isn’t about the sound. It’s about the lyrics. Most of her albums find a balance of production and lyrics but I truly think that for this record more than any other the lyrics are supposed to shine. I really like it I think. We will see after a few more listens but there’s some high points and there’s some lows (tattooed golden retriever I’m looking you 🥴)

Fave 3:

Florida!!!

Down Bad

The Alchemy

Best 3:

But Daddy I Love Him

So Long, London

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Fortnight

Functioning alcoholic?? Ma’am?? Im confused a little by the lyrics and the perspective here. Also, why are you’re so murderous Taylor?? It sounds nice though! Love Posty’s vocals in the background. This song is definitely going to be stuck in my head at random times. This would have been huge on Tumblr during 2014-2015. 7/10? I think this may be a grower for me.

The Tortured Poets Department

Okay drums! “Who uses a typewriter anyway” get his pretentious ass Taylor. Personally not loving that slip into a falsetto in “hold me” but I digress. The second verse (?) where the Puth and gold retriever line is? 🤨 “we’re crazy” a self aware queen… this is not my favorite? It’s not bad but I don’t think I will actively seek it out. 6/10

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

I really like this heavy dark synth in the background. I fear this is about J*e and RIP buddy. She’s the only person who could get away with “litany of reasons” in a song. Queen of Sandcastles?!?! The bridge is ruining me, girl was going through it. 8/10, I think.

Down Bad

I fear this one may let me down because I loved that stupid AI snippet that went viral on TikTok lmao. I wasn’t sure about the first verse but HOLY SHIT THIS CHORUS. “Fuck it” Ms. Swift I am scandalized (no I’m not you go queen). The gaylors are going to run wild with the “I lost my twin” bit 🙄. Love this one!! 9/10

So Long, London

Admittedly I hear a leak snippet of this one beforehand but I do love the production of this one. The intro is a bit jarring at first but it goes with the rest of the song well! Her voice sounds so fucking good here. The lyrics are ripping me apart. “All that youth for free” ouch ouch ouch ouch. This somehow sadder than Tolerate It???? Like they tried to soften the blow with the production but oh my god. 10/10

But Daddy, I Love Him

I’ve heard whisperings that there’s shade to the “SpeakUpNow” travesty that happened last May? Get them parasocial weirdos girl. Oh god yeah this is definitely in relation to Taylor Swift™️ and how people forget she’s an actual human fucking being. Honestly I love this and some of it reminds me of Fearless kind of?? But also girl is a little delulu here. Love the BRIDGE YES YES YES. big dictionary girl here. I feel like the last verse is more towards TK than matty but I could be wrong?? This is not a song I will reach for but it is really so so good. 9/10

Fresh Out the Slammer

The western twangy start? Interesting. Love her delivery and cadence here. Matty really wasn’t the only consistent guy on the roster huh? Good for you girl. Another song a little delulu but I forgive her. Another one I think the Gaylors are going to take and run with 🙄 this may be the first “filler” so far but it’s not really 7/10

Florida!!!

I’m so excited for this one personally. OH MY GOD THE CEREMONIALS INFLUENCE. FLORENCE!!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. Another hint at murder??? Oh she was PISSED. This song is going to make me get a speeding ticket. The BRIDGE!!!!!!!!!! The feeling of restlessness when you feel stuck I life and up and running to Florida, she’s just like me fr. 10/10 immaculate

Guilty as Sin?

Blue Nile? Oh this is about Matty. Loving the instrumental. This is such a “windows down cruising on the highway” song. The vibes are so good. Oh girl… you want him so bad. I love this one, it reminds me of something but I can’t put my finger on it. Also the religious references in this one? Wow. THE FINAL CHORUS?? Jack Antonoff they could never make me hate you. 9/10

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me

This is haunting. The lyrics are so dark but her delivery is almost smug? Excellent. “Whos afraid of little old me? You should be??” Again, a self aware queen. Also for some reason I’m getting Control by Halsey vibes?? She’s never beating the witchcraft allegations, sorry. She’s slowly loosing her mind over the course of this song and oh my god. “Sue you”????? Oh girl get them. This is one where I probably won’t reach for it but it is such a good good song holy fuck 9/10. Self written and self produced too?

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

I don’t know why people thought this is about Matty, this to me is so clearly about Joe I think. The outlaw imagery paired with the production is so interesting. The lyric change at the end? Love it. Overall this isn’t my fave? 6/10

Loml

Oh this one is going to hurt me isn’t it. It’s so clear that she really does value marriage and wanted that with her past partners, which makes Lavender Haze so heartbreaking in retrospect. The chorus is going to make me sob so thank you Taylor. Wait wait wait, “Mr. Steal Your Girl” ma’am???? Be serious. Well this is about Joe lol. I’m so glad she seems happier now because this was written from a place of deep hurt. 8/10

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Holy fucking vibe change from the last song lol. The haters are going to hate this one but it is the classic ironic song that people will love to shit on without using any critical thinking skills. Thematically this is actually kind of genius because the lyrics are depressing and the rhyme is kind of elementary but slapping this beat behind it paints this picture of you know a pop star who has to go out and preform even though everything is falling apart. This stripped down would be devastating. 8/10

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

The inhaled breath to start oh my god we’re crying again. She’s implying he’s poor isn’t she? Oh my god. I do think this one is about Joe again? Stabbed me with my push pins??? Oh girl. Sank in stoned oblivion?? See I don’t think she’d make that comment about an addict who’s clean now but she’s given us other songs where it alludes to the fact that Joe smokes (YOYOK, paper rings, etc). She’s so angry here and it makes me so sad for her because I feel like it’s a feeling most women understand. This hurts so so so bad. 10/10.

The Alchemy

Yes lower register!! Ohhh this is a love song 🥹 also is this about TK? The team references?? I love this one. Another that I can see with windows down, cruising on a highway. Okay wait maybe Matty? That heroin line sounds like a joke he would make lol but everything else is so TK coded so idk. This scratches my brain in such a nice. 9/10

Clara Bow

This is definitely going to be in the same category of The Lucky One and Nothing New isn’t it? STEVIE NICKS SHOUTOUT OH MY GOD!!!! Oh this is bittersweet. Oh my god that last bit about TS with edge? How hard it must be to be this self aware and yet still have to sort of accept that fate. 8/10.

Okay that’s the end of the standard edition!!!

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #pop music #first listen thoughts

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27emailsicantsend · 6 months

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for the hsmtmts ask, jet!

**I started this project pre-season 4, so all answers are for season 3 and earlier**

Favorite thing about them: Honestly I love how much of a menace he was. He would be brooding at trees or calling ricky out with no remorse and it was the funniest thing ever (let's be real ricky deserved the gina lashings lmao). But then we get these two second glances of him being soft- especially with ricky- that really reflect the kristoff/sven dynamic and it just made Jet have a special place in your heart. I love characters like that: the hard shell but there is still good somewhere deep down that is shown in fragments (draco malfoy, anyone?)

Least favorite thing about them: I know it's not Jet's fault totally for outting Maddox, but I still don't love that he said something about her dating someone in the first place. Yes, they started to grow apart seemingly before this, but there is this trust they had established and Jet doing that because he was mad at his parents (and couldn't get his way) was low.

Favorite line(s):

(this is technically Kourtney but the line delivery and Jet's expression k*lled me) "he's staring at a tree, right?"

*Jet dissociating on the bunk bed while Carlos and Ricky talk openly about him*

"Basically, I, like, raised myself on YouTube" (I love this because Ricky had this connection to Jet and I can't help but wonder if this kind of reminded him of Gina)

"Are you actually this upset that I took off or is really about Gina?"

Jet: "Right. You guy are 'friends'" Ricky: "I can hear the air quotes" Jet: "Good"

Ricky: "Dude, what are you doing with your voice?" Jet: "I don't know, but it hurts"

Ricky: "I just can't believe I let Color War slip through my fingers" Jet: "you mean Gina?"

"I'm in love with the girl playing Elsa and it's eating me alive"

OTP: Jetney! 💛 (and yes because of color war their color is yellow in my head)

nOTP: Carlos’ imaginary pairing of jet and maddox (again… yikes)

brOTP: Jet and Ricky! I mentioned this earlier, but I love the fact that they resemble kristoff/sven's dynamic. The reindeer who knows too much and calls out kristoff's crap when kristoff is in denial? The reindeer who is a little aloof but tags along everywhere kristoff goes? They're perfect :')

Something I expect from them season 4 (if applicable): Before s4 came out, I fully anticipated Jet to be like Zeke... fawning over Kourtney (Sharpay). Like we did get some moments of him making a total fool of himself, but I really thought we were going to get that multiplied by 3. I was also hoping for at least a Jetney cheek kiss (tbh I thought they would kiss and Madlyn wouldn't), but they were just slower moving than the rest of the couples in the show. However, when all was said and done, I was still really happy with the content we got!

Random Headcanon: In my mind Jetney, Rina, and Madlyn go on triple dates all the time. They found a way to spend a lot of time together before Kourtney and Ricky graduated, but after graduation, Jet flies out to visit Kourtney frequently (and vice-versa).

Unpopular Opinion: Oof... this one is definitely unpopular. I guess it's an old unpopular opinion since it was technically before s4, but I remember not really caring if Jet and Maddox came back for s4. 😬 I know a lot of people liked them and wanted them back super badly, but I was neutral. I was happy if they came back but wasn't heartbroken if they didn't. Tim tried to keep it a surprise but the last scene in s3 made it obvious they were coming back. Once I started writing with them in my fics I was a lot more excited to have them back but I definitely wasn't emotionally tied to them when the season ended.

Song I associate with them: "I'm Still Standing"... but the version from Sing. I already said this once and I am so sorry for this, but Jet singing "Right Place" reminds me so much of Johnny at the piano. I really think it's the leather jacket idk. 😭 (the funny part is EJ's name is Elton John and Elton John is one of the singers in the og "I'm Still Standing")

Favorite picture of them:

Side note: has anyone decided wtf his and Maddox's last names are?!?

#hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #jet #jetney #ricky bowen

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honeyhotteoks · 1 year

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I’m sorry this is going to be a little long… oops? I finally have a long weekend and now that I’m home I’m ready to dive into TNT (which I’ve been holding off for so long it’s insane I didn’t cave in earlier lol)

“Yunho would recommend we all stop drinking water if Mingi said it was a good idea.” I actually giggled at this and scared my parents’ cat lmao T^T This is hilarious and I already love the character dynamics! Also, kudos to woo for helping mc by giving her lozenges, I already love his character juygtfdfghj (I have a feeling he’s gonna be my favourite)

Oh gosh Mingi’s “it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you” and Yunho's “I’m just worried about you, I want you safe” had me melting on the floor. T^T

As someone who finds… the whole abo thing slightly… *sigh* how do I put it nicely? A lot of it goes very close to the nc category and always manages to make me uncomfortable especially since boundaries are not set before and just... Yeah. So, the fact that they’re talking about it beforehand and setting boundaries makes this so much better? I mean I know you said that ch 3 borders on dubcon, but they did talk about it so I guess that worked out well?

Bruhhhhhh I LOVE HOW YOU’VE WRITTEN MINGI HERE JKHTYRDFGCHJH the no-nonsense, level-headed guy~ T^T (who also runs away when things calm down lmao... Well... We can give him this one though, the aftermath is quite awkward)

JKGFVHKJIU You’ve got me all blushing and giggling with the dialogue especially the “Alphas are meant to provide,” He reminds you, “so let us.”

I love the awkwardness and the lingering feelings that are there throughout chapter 4~ And the last line obliterated me jkhgfjlui T^T She just wants her yungi T^T

OKAY CAN I SAY I LOVE JUNG WOOYOUNG? Remember when I said he’s gonna be my favourite in the beginning (lol I started writing this ask like… 3 hours ago oops?) I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON FOR THAT HAHAHA~ Can I get work friend!WY too please?

Oh gosh, okay Seonghwa! LMAO I love how he took the whole thing in stride. We love an unphased man~ And he offered himself up for the next heat??? AND THE WAY HE DOES IT OML. “you’re pretty, I’m pretty.” I was literally rolling on the couch in laughter.

Oh gosh, Sannie being the voice of reason is so on brand. (And side note, the whole, “but being a romantic doesn’t mean you have to let people hurt you” seems like such a San thing to say I— *sob*) I honestly love chapter 5 so much? Can’t wait to see how the friendship between mc and woosanhwa grows (because I literally love them so much rn ahaha) and how things turn out with yungi~

P.S. sorry if this is weird and feels more like a smash of random words jskmsns T^T I'm always kinda nervous to send asks but I loved the fic so much I just had to tell you ;-;

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay so i was literally giggling and clapping my hands reading this review i LOVE it thank you so much for taking the time. it means so much to me that you would do this 😭

but also YES to work friend wooyoung, like in my opinion he just has the makings for the perfect best friend character and there's so much more to come with him and the MC here. he's the most fun to write every time, he gets to have the best dialogue lol

also regarding your note about dubcon/noncon, i couldn't agree more! i'm comfortable reading both of those things if called out clearly in a fic, and i recognize why it's a kink, but it's really a sensitive topic that isn't for everyone and should be handled delicately. that was a big reason why i wrote the consent scene pre-heat in, and i'm glad that resonated with you! i've mentioned this on the blog before, but there will be a noncon scene in a later chapter between the MC and another character however, i just want to be clear it is not actually sexual, it's more just the implication of it and reader grappling with being an omega and feeling like she doesn't have the autonomy she wants to have. i really hope that is taken well by everyone, but just wanted to mention it again since you talked about it and for any other readers that may not have seen my earlier note.

also wait yes protective mingi / alpha mingi makes my brain spin. i'm excited to write yunho later on being a little more self assured about everything because he was leaning more hesitant in earlier chapters and letting mingi take the lead.

thank you SO much for your comment again, you pulled out some lines that honestly i was really proud of when i wrote them, so this comment means a lot.

#answered ask #this night together ask

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agoddamn · 2 years

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Kenobi countdown hour, so it's TCW catchup time!

I know the real reason is retcons, but is there any in-universe reason why Asajj has a round head and Talzin/generic nightsisters have pointy heads? On that note, is there a reason they're not Zabraks even though the nightbrothers are Zabraks?

why does Talzin have that fucking demonic voice echo that not even Sidious gets?

oh wow, they actually rendered wa-PFFAHAHAHAHA

oh, I feel a little bad. Water is one of the hardest things to render! But still. lmao

oh wow, a generic nightsister got a face. She about to die?

Yeah

we should call "hearing a character's name for the first time when they're dying dramatically" clone wars syndrome

reminds me of my old D&D games..."no, not my old friend, Gin Erick!"

nightsister powers are so...lol I don't mean to devolve into weird CinemaSins nitpicking, but I wish I had just a rough approximation of what they can do/the rules for it, you know? They just do random shit as the plot requires and then they can't do that shit any more when it would be inconvenient for the plot

oh, those tree bulbs are funeral pods for sky burials? Cool actually

Hold on, am I really here for 30 minutes of Asajj and a bunch of generics? Fuck, I'm gonna need another drink

I was bitching about random nightsister powers but I really like the speed ghoul beast look for them, it works

Sure, voodoo, why not

Hey, remember when you were trying to, like, assassinate him last season? Why didn't you pull this out th--*brick'd*

FaceTiming him via his chest is a great visual

Old Daka didn't really look the same species as either Asajj or Talzin with that huge nose--more classic witch, bubbling cauldron and all. But I guess your cartilage does keep growing, so if she's that old...

>fucking Boba Fett AGAIN

yeah, another drink

Asajj is dressing more like a Jedi than ever, though I'm sure that's not by accident. Those tabards have her looking more Jedi than some of Ahsoka's outfits

She orders "prow, straight up"...whatever that is. Looks like shots

Look, we're doing the Mos Eisley cantina scene! Remember the Mos Eisley cantina scene?! I've seen Star Wars!

Embo cameo

idle GFFA note: dude here crows "boss, who's your girlfriend?", indicating casual sexism holding strong. Kind of a weird comment since Bossk's female partner is the one looking super femme, though? I dunno, maybe it's ironic and I'm just not smart enough for it

who's this white g--

...

...on a completely different subject, this Highsinger guy, cool robot! V much channeling the Metropolis vibes of the original C3PO design, I super dig it

good god Boba looks like a really short 35-year-old, what the fuck

He's got wrinkles!

cool quad-mouth alien design

so is the human in a scarf also somebody we know? Statistically...

Boba's accent is wandering..."why HIYAH six expensive bounty hunters to move caRGO?" Admittedly I'm no expert in kiwi, but I thought it was usually a bit more consistent on the Rs

So now we got Asajj, Boba, and generics. I'm gonna finish this bottle by the time Kenobi comes out

You know, it's good business to know what you're transporting. You're the one that's gonna blow up if it turns out to be volatile

Ain't this the set from the Black Panther climax?

This feels a bit like that one R2/C3PO/Wolfpack episode, where someone clearly had a lot of fairly developed alien ideas and built an episode around it

--that subtitle didn't say "Digger", did it? Captain Boomerang moonlighting?

Why's Bossk taking orders from the ten-year-old, again?

Who am I supposed to be rooting for, again? The alien ninjas look cooler and I dearly want to see Boba get his ass kicked

Not Boba trying to whiteknight immediately after "doesn't matter what the cargo is"--oh nevermind he's IMMEDIATELY back to "we'll deliver that brat," I guess human trafficking is nurture rather than nature

these ARE extremely Asian-looking aliens (again)--from the ninja outfits to the wakizashi to the kimono-looking dress the girl has

I call Asajj dumb a lot, but I gotta give her more points than Boba for being able to make the "actually human trafficking is bad" call

#boots watches tcw

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goofyjelly · 8 months

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Oop ive started watching TNG here's my commentary some odd amount of minutes through episode one (pt 1 and 2 combined) as a person who knows almost nothing about TNG and has only every seen TOS.

DATA WANTS TO BE HUMAN 🥺

Also; BONES 🎉🎉🎉

"damn Vulcans >:(" never change , bones , Love it <3

And the whole Q thing-

WILL WHEATON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry, got distracted. Q's actor voices Discord in MLP and I have not been able to take him super seriously since I recognized that.

WESLEY!!!

He wants to get into cool adolescent hijinks and I respect it.

Oh yeah, and plot is happening. Also hot take (maybe ? Idk what the fandom is like lmao) but I'm loving Tasha.

Also Geordi is so fucking cool I love his visor and he's so SMART!!!!

Also the counselor (I forgor her name sorry y'all 💀) reminds me of TOS The Empath. Maybe that's what's she's supposed to be- I may just be dumb lol.

And Riker is obviously so fucking cool too- this show is amazing so far omg.

Picard don't yell at Wil Wheaton. Oop tragic past- bitch, he knows you knew his fathe-

YES MY BOY IS ON THE BRIDGE!!!!!!!! WIL WHEATON!!!

also I'm so late to the TNG gang but it's so fucking cool that there's KLINGONS in Starfleet

HOLY SHIT YES WIL WHEATON SIT IN THE CAPTAINS CHAIR YES!!!!

Omfg wait I forgot that Picard hates children

Also , hot take, and obviously I haven't even finished the first episode so this'll hopefully change; Im literally loving everything except Picard 💀 I've heard he's awesome , so my opinion'll probably change. But still lol.

Holy shit large alien ship??? Acting™ I love it.

Fjskjfdk the cities set reminds me of TOS<333

KIDNAPPING??????? CLEARLY ILLEGAL??? Picard is pulling some Kirk shit rn. YEAH , PREACH, Q! I'm starting to love this omnipotent goofy guy.

DATA! RIKER! All systems operating ✨✨✨

They all have SUCH a different vibe than the original crew; not a bad thing at all, but it threw me off a bit at first.

Also I love the random Vulcans just chilling around the ship 🖖 , the enterprise will never be vulcan-less.

Yes Riker, self sacrificial tendencies come with the job of first officer.

This barbie hates children ✨. Why tf would the CMO wanna transfer? (I forgor her name 💀 it's only the first episode y'all sorry). Her husband's death doesn't define her, PREACH!!!!

Oop y'all I'm at the 1:18:55 mark , I've gotta pause for now, but I've only got like 12 something minutes left so-

#star trek tng #star trek the next generation #goofy jelly thoughts #i meant to post this yesterday idk why i didnt lol #star trek #picard #william t riker #wil wheaton #tasha yar

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x3rrorx · 2 months

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I ddon't mean to start a beef on your page but I have to say something in regard of this comment:

People do say raunchy things about Courtney, and I haven’t seen people complain about it. If people do complain, there’s no way it’s at same level of how people coddle BO who have said they never they don’t want to be sexualized. Also, she has literally said male fans would try to grope her earlier on in her career. Call me a man hating feminist, but I will never entertain the narrative that men are oppressed or discriminated against. Are there some double standards against men such as being discouraged from showing emotions? Yes, but notice how that was created by men? Is it possible for male artists and men in general to be assaulted the way people tried to do to Courtney? Yes, but notice how it’s extremely less common to the point where the only behavior that people constantly complain about are just random online comments? I agree that some of them are too graphic, but I’m not going to entertain that there’s some great unjust double standard against men because of it.

God, I'm going to make a list of everything I find wrong with this comment:

1)bo fandom is bigger then the spiritbox one, that's why you see less comments about it, but people did talk about it.

2)if you hate men you aren't a feminist sorry not sorry

3)men ARE DISCRIMINATED and oppressed , you guys just don't want to see it because it doesn't fit into your narrative of female= perpetual victim,

lot of man have to stay silent while going through violence of every kind,

No, the whole thing of "men have to be strong" and shit is not a thing "created" only by man, woman contributed too into perpetuating this concept.

4)if your narrative really is that men are "oppressed" only because of men themselves then woman are too, let me remind you that back in the days the ones who were against woman voting were woman themselves, the hate against woman groups was perpetuated by their own self, and that's a historical fact.

So, it's worth to say that woman are "oppressed" because of woman themselves.

5)not denying that in the metalcore scene misogyny is a thing, that's true but it's not right to blame all of the men for it, that's just hypocrisy.

6)just because man usually don't report abuse compared to woman that does not mean they their voices are less important, daily reminders that woman beat/sexually abuse and can commit any type of crime just like a man, again, don't be an hypocrite.

Just because there are some shitty man out there that doesn't mean that all of them sucks (again, if not we can easily claim the same exact thing about woman, since we are capable of doing the same exact shit)

7)...did you just said that Rachel is a woman of color?¿... Sorry I lost at this claim since Rachel is a WHITE COLOMBIAN WOMAN and she ain't anywhere close to be black lmao (no, but like seriously, how can you actually say that she is black? She is tanned but that doesn't make her black😂😂

8)difference between what Robert said VS what Rachel said:

-Robert(about a movie inspired by a YA book) : yeah, I think the characters are weird, like, they are 100 why the hell they still go to high school?

-Rachel (about a fairy tale about love) :snow white need to be more feminist, the prince is a stalker, snow white don't need a man, to quote her words:

We absolutely wrote a Snow White that- she’s not gonna be saved by the prince and she’s not gonna be dreaming about true love, she’s dreaming about the leader she knows she can be and the leader her late father told her she can be if she was fearless, fair, brave, and true.”

Which go against the whole ass plot of the story.

Idk what you think but the two things are way different, is not about Robert beign a male and Rachel being a female, lol that have nothing to do with the fact that Robert didn't like how the characters were portrayed VS Rachel completely nullifying the whole plot of the movie.

The whole message is full of hypocrisy, man can easily be victim too and not just because of other men, how many times did we heard woman saying shit like "be a man"

"you are a man", "act like a man" and so goes on...

If you really think that man don't have to go through lot of shit too then you are just an hypocrite who is also really dumb,

I ain't sorry about saying this.

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

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roscgcld · 3 years

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HEADCANON + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || relationship things

request: Can you do sfw and nsfw relationship hcs for Fushiguro

note: hello love! i wouldn’t mind doing some hcs for our little shy bean! tbh, i am not going to lie, this did not take me long to thing lmao - this is my first nsfw work on this blog tho! so this was definitely fun.

pronouns: them/they

note: aged-up!fushiguro! x reader, nsfw content below - please skip if you’re uncomfortable

other than that, enjoy~

sfw

if you two ever share a home together, i feel like he’s the kind of guy who would string fairy lights around your home because it’s cozy to him?

definitely have dog themed couple items - matching dog themed slippers, mugs, even decorative plates if you allow him to

bet you they are both modelled after his shikigami dogs - since they were the first shikigami to submit to him. so they always hold a special place in his heart

i feel like even though he trains hard, he still likes to keep his hands in good condition. so there is tubes of hand lotion scattered everywhere, at the most random of places by the way

speaking to that - you two might have manicure weekends at home; where he’d spend some time just trimming and caring for his hands and fingernails. he’d do yours if you ask him to

sometimes he’d come home dead tired and just collapses on you wordlessly - wrapping his arms around you tightly whilst burying his face into your neck

would sigh in content when you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, just running your fingers through his hair gently and tracing your fingers down the back of his neck

if you try to ask him about work, he’d either tell you everything in detail or nothing at all - there is no in between

most times it’s just him grumbling about gojo and yuji, who he’d once said they both ‘shave so many years off my life just by breathing’

when he’s away on missions, he’ll call you just so you two can go about your day. no words are needed, but he just wants to hear you go about your day. it calms him down, and reminds himself that you’re going to be there for him

weekend visits to his sister - who survived the Shibuya incident and is now recovering slowly under the care of Ieiri (this is not canon by the way - in the manga we still have no idea how things are gonna turn out for her after the whole Geto thing)

having random members of the zen’in clan coming to your shared home asking if you’d talk to them about trying to convince fushiguro to become a zen’in

if fushiguro is home at the time, he’d send his devine dog on them; listening to their terrified screams with a pleased smile as they ran away from your home

“that’s not really nice, gumi.”

“yeah, yeah - wanna go grab some bingsu?”

honey, you are set for life by the way - mans can cook a bomb ass meal. and from what we know, learns quick too. so if you want to try something new, just give him a few minutes to google and watch a tutorial on it and i bet your ass he can recreate it down to a t

feel like he gives the best massages - don’t tell me otherwise. his hands are definitely made for more then just battles

enjoys it when you would whisper sweet nothings to him after a long week of work - getting more and more cuddly the longer you shower him in praises

he’s more talkative around you compared to others, more willing to share his emotions and how he’s feeling - even though sometimes he finds it hard to find the right words

he lets you wear his clothes - shirts, sweaters, hoodies, sweats. you name it, he’d just gives it to you. finds it cute how you’re drowned in the fabric

enjoys blow drying your hair; idk, i just see him with a peaceful expression on his face, carefully blow drying your hair for you after a warm shower together

would give you actual advice on your outfit - i feel like he’s the one who helps yuji and nobara put together their outfits together whenever they go out of town

nothing is out of place in your home - there is always a compartment for it, or a space on the shelf, or in a drawer

cooking dates together - if you can’t cook, he’ll teach you. if you can cook, you two will try something new together

feel like he’s a dark chocolate fanatic - so you guys will always have a shit ton of chocolate in your home

on some days you’ll come home and just have nue stretched out over your living room, your boyfriend just watching the tv before him whilst petting the owl-like shikigami like it’s a domesticated cat

“oh, hey babe.” he’d greet with a casual nod at you whilst you stand in the hallway, blinking in confusion

idk, i feel like you two have a chilled but lowkey chaotic relationship - since he is friends with gojo, yuji and nobara. but it’s still really loving, with more physical instead of verbal shows of affection. you’ll be treated like a queen/king, and as long as megumi has it, he will make sure you know how much he loves you, even if he’s not by your side due to work

nsfw

okay, i get he’s all innocent and is dense in everything else besides jujutsu - but you have to remember this dude’s dad is fushiguro fucking togi

don’t tell me this man is kink-less - there is no fucking way

i mean yeah, when you two first get down and dirty together, i feel like he’s all awkward and unsure at first, since he didn’t want to hurt you

but i get this vibe that he knows exactly what he wants - but let’s remember he’s still a shy bean that refuses to do anything with you until he is 100% comfortable

stress sex happens often - i can bet you that this man will probably come home with a dark look on his face, push you onto the nearest flat surface and just grinds against your ass

people keep saying that he’s a boobs man - and i can see that. doubt he really gives a shit about the size, he just enjoys how he can play with your nipples and have you squirm underneath him

he enjoys tugging your hair - there is just something about wrapping your soft strands between his fingers whilst he fucks you hard; hearing your voice loud and clear

feel like he’s a doggy man; enjoys running his large hand down your back and gripping the back of your neck. how he can shove your face into the mattress whilst fucking you silly from the back

lowkey has a dumbification kink - enjoys whenever you fucked so good by him that you’re basically drooling and babbling absolute nonsense at him

enjoys leaving hickeys on places you’d never notice at first - on your back, back of your hip, small of your back, shoulder blades. he enjoys you coming up to him with a blush on your face and smacking his shoulder, whining to him that nobara and maki saw the hickeys he left all over to you

bruises on your hips are also a common thing too - he’s hands are so strong and rough that sometimes he just forgets that your skin is delicate and you can bruise easily. he’ll apologise, then add new ones on top of the old ones

enjoys choking you as well - loves to feel your racing pulse under his fingertips and how you tighten around him whenever he tightens his old around you more

dacryphilia - definitely feels a thrill go through him when you’d look up at him with tear soaked lashes and stained cheeks. makes him take you harder

doesn’t always enjoy a blowjob - idk why, i feel like he’s more into giving that receiving. goes with his dacryphilia kink too - will stay with his head between your thighs until you’re crying and shaking whilst you try to push him away

definitely enjoys pinning you down, either with his hands or with ropes and handcuffs, but he’s not interested in the entire bdsm thing

enjoys buying you lacy lingerie, regardless of what gender you are, and just have you put them on to show him; only to then rip it off of you as he pins you down on the sofa

he’s somewhat of a soft dom, he wants to protect you and always make sure you’re going to be enjoying yourself. but he’s not above using your body for his own pleasure

he’s not a loud man - a loud grunt from time to time, low groans and growls. but he’s not loud in bed. but enjoys it when you’re loud

man loves the aftercare process - cleans you up gently with a towel, making sure you’re hydrated, getting you snacks if you’re hungry, rubbing your sore muscles. he views it as intimate and cherishes those moments when you lean on him the most

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nonominchan · 2 years

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🌹 Love Languages with the JJK Men🌹

🌸 ✨ or, their terms of endearment for you and how they express their love ✨ 🌸

Do not plagiarize or repost my work onto other platforms, especially tiktok! No plagiarism or hate please.

Author’s Note: god I spent all day on this and accidentally deleted it so here it is again I’m sorry everyone

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Naoya Zenin, Choso

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader, Nanami Kento x fem! reader, Toji Fushiguro x fem! reader, Naoya Zenin x fem! reader, Choso x fem!reader

Content Warnings: use of y/n (your name), reader is fem!reader and uses she/her pronouns. nothing explicit but mentions of sex (specifically withholding sex in an established relationship) in Toji’s part, some mentions of violence/gore/blood in Choso’s. Slight spoiler warnings regarding Choso if you’re an anime only fan. Naoya being a misogynist and just…being Naoya in general? There’s some cursing and bad language.

🧿 🧿 🧿 Gojo Satoru:

-would purposely call you the most obnoxious names ever

-the farther you get into your relationship the more convoluted the pet names will get and the more you learn to just go with it.

-he’ll bounce towards you in public, saying in a sing songy voice, “I’m here, my little hazelnut and mocha cream topped with blackberry jam filled chocolate sprinkle topped choux pastry ball!” without even missing a step, and he’s not even out of breath. You will definitely get a lot of weird stares because he was not even trying to be quiet.

-over time, his pet names for you start to sound more and more like obnoxiously long Starbucks orders.

-will call you cutesy names too. Like (y/n)-chan, or a cutesy version of your name that he does for everyone (I.e: Nanamin, Megumin).

-they’re really random and you wonder how he even comes up with them but they’re weirdly endearing? they’re very much Gojo Satoru.

-for example, he calls you bubbmon because he thinks it’s cute and derpy looking and it reminds him of you (reminder that it’s canon that he’s a digimon fan lmao).

-he starts to get you all the merch he can find of bubbmon.

-for your one year anniversary, he gets you a cheap plastic figurine of bubbmon he got from one of those 100 yen gachapon crane games that he spent over three hours trying to get. You love it.

-ok, hear me out. Exchanging weird gifts is your guys’ love language.

-you start to call him a furby and for his birthday you get him a custom modified furby that you actually paid A LOT of money for. It looks just like him, with white fur and the blue-ist blue eyes (btw I love how the fandom calls him a furby I mean it’s true tho). It even came with a little blindfold and everything!!

-when he gets it, he’s delighted. he realizes he loves it because you obviously spent a lot of time and money into getting something really dumb that you knew would make him laugh. He’s received plenty of extravagant gifts in his life but he’s never felt anything when receiving them. Your gifts just hit different. He doesn’t know why, but like, they’re just so funny and clever and he loves that the gifts you exchange make absolutely no fucking sense to anyone other than you two.

-he carries the furby around everywhere. Like, he shoves it into the face of anyone who will listen and starts bragging about how his wonderful, perfect “bubbmon-chan” got him this customized western toy that reminded her of him.

- at first, while it was sweet and only a little bit obnoxious, the first years didn’t mind. But gojo started to bring the thing with him everywhere. He would have it sit next to him during training, he would even occasionally ditch class and have “Furby! Gojo” be perched on his desk as his “substitute.”

-yeah, you had unknowingly created a monster.

-the furby honestly freaks everyone out.

-his students unsuccessfully try to destroy it, but it turns out he extended his automatic infinity to also protect the furby. They find this out when Shoko tries to put out her cigarette on it and fails when he leaves it behind “to watch over the students” while he’s on a mission.

-“why can’t you two give each other flowers and jewelry like a normal couple?!” Nobara groans, as she vents to you, “I swear, that thing is sentient, its eyes follow me where ever I go.”

-“I think it’s kind of cute,” Yuuji says, “but, ah, it’s also creepy. Like one of Yaga-sensei’s dolls.”

-“do not associate me or any of my creations with that thing,” Principal Yaga grumbles as he passes by.

-But still, it makes you feel all warm inside that he treasures your gift.

-and like, you have to be at least a little bit insane to be with gojo. Just run with it. Embrace it. Because you know he will.

-gojo calls you more cutesy pet names too, just less often. Will coo “my little wife” whether you’re married or not, or “honey-chan”.

-might ironically call you “babe” or “baby” but it gets less ironic over time

🥖 🥖 🥖 Nanami Kento:

-I personally can’t see him as someone who calls you by any pet name at first lol.

-he would never use “babe” or “baby” I can’t see him ever doing that.

-literally will always respectfully refer to you by your name with “-san” even when you’re dating.

-when you’re close enough that he’s privy to your goofier side he calls you “fool” or “idiot” but ofc in an affectionate way—he calls you this as he smiles fondly.

-when you know each other for longer though he slowly becomes less stiff and drops the formal “-san” but he still doesn’t use any cutesy nicknames

-he’s more about showing his love rather than just talking the talk ya know? He’s that kind of guy

-he never dates casually, if he does date he’s looking for something long term and he makes this clear to you from the beginning. At the same time he’s not the most emotionally open guy and it takes a while to get him to put down his walls, so your relationship, while steady, will progress relatively slowly.

-after years and years of dating (yes it takes that long) he’ll finally start using pet names. You’ll probably be married by that point.

-But like, old fashioned and classic ones like “sweetheart”, dearest”, “dear,” “my love,” “love”. When he’s feeling particularly amused by you he calls you “dove” or “my little kitten” or really any animal you remind him of

-I really feel like of all of the characters listed here he’d have the most personalized pet names for you? Whatever silly or random thing that reminds him of you—ex: a detail or character from a story he read or a foreign dish he’s tried.

-For example, he teasingly calls you his angry little kitten because he revealed to you that before you two were acquainted with each other, he had seen you yelling at Gojo for dumping an entire mugful of sugar into your drink before stealing it for himself.

-You tried to jump up to get the drink, slamming your hands against Gojo’s imposed barrier. He had been holding the drink over his head, sometimes turning away to sip from it while shoving your irate face away with his large hand. You started to tear up in rage.

-Eventually Gojo disabled his infinity, infuriating you even further.

-“Aw, you cryin’?” he mocks, laughing while you tried to clamber over his ridiculously long body before giving up, but not before kicking him in the shin and stomping off, causing him to trip and lose his composure enough to spill a bit of the drink on himself.

-Nanami remembered smirking at the sight of Gojo doubling over from your kick—more so in surprise than actual pain, and mentally thanked you, a stranger at the time, in his head for providing him with a small moment of entertainment. After all, watching Gojo being humbled was always appreciated.

-his eyes, hidden by his goggles, had followed you for a reason he didn’t care to think about, and he found himself curious about you, which was…weird. No one really piqued his curiosity. All those idle thoughts vanished, however, when he saw your sad eyes and the tears that ran down your face.

-Oh.

-it was obvious to him that you were sad, and that it wasn’t about the drink, or even about Gojo, who had most likely stolen your drink in a misguided and idiotic attempt to distract you and lift up your mood.

-His hands twitched, and to his own disbelief, he found himself wanting to wipe your tears away. He wondered what had made you upset. Before he could think any further, you were gone in a flash, walking past him without noticing him at all.

-he admonished himself for these ridiculous notions, and was also confused. he wasn’t partial to public displays of emotion, he found them distasteful, even, especially from others. Why had he wanted to comfort you? It’s not like he, a stranger, could walk up to you and catch your tears in his thumb as he tells you it’s alright. Besides, he’s far too awkward and tired and broken to offer emotional support he probably can’t provide to someone he doesn’t even know.

-months later, he finally met you, and found that you were quite professional and subdued. Not at all like the first impression you had unknowingly provided. This piqued his curiosity even further.

-“you reminded me of a little cat trying to pick a fight with a tiger,” he recounted fondly, “when you were trying to get that drink back.”

“An asshole tiger,” you grumbled, “and he’s more of a beanstalk than a tiger, he still owes me for that drink, I paid for it—“

He presses a kiss to your forehead to appease you, “I agree,” he hummed, “Gojo-san is indeed an asshole beanstalk.”

-“more importantly,” he continues, “why were you crying?” He asks. You flush, immediately knowing what he’s referring to.

-“I was not!” you yelp.

-“you were,” he replies calmly.

-“fine,” you grumble, “maybe I was. But I don’t remember. It was something stupid, and that’s all I know. Probably waking up with a crick in my neck, or train delays, or the power in my apartment going out, I just felt really shitty and tired.”

-“and yet you recall that Gojo still hasn’t paid you back for the drink he took from you on that exact day?” He responds with a raised brow. You’re about to stutter out an over defensive and indignant response when you spy the corner of his mouth lift up. Kento? Teasing?

-“if you must know,” you say in a muffled voice, flopping face first into your pillow, “I remember that day only because a certain handsome stranger with the lame glasses I saw sometimes around campus saw me crying with snot running down my nose, and I started to break down and cry in embarrassment again as soon as I got home.”

-when you don’t hear anything for a while, you raise your head from your pillow. You see him, stifling his laughter, his broad shoulders shaking in exertion.

-“Kento?” You ask, concerned. You reach out to touch his shoulder.

-he grabs your hand and squeezes it gently before starting to laugh. The sound was hoarse at first, as if he hadn’t laughed in a while, before it settles into a full, rumbly timbre. The sight of it is odd. You don’t think you’ve ever seen or heard him laugh. You’ve seen him amused plenty of times, sure—your ridiculous antics made that possible—but you’d never seen him laugh in what seemed like pure, unbridled joy. You decide you like how his laugh sounds, and at that moment, you vow to do whatever it takes to hear his laugh again.

“I see,” he finally says, regaining his composure “well, I thought it was rather endearing.”

-he never uses these pet names in public, only during intimate moments shared between you two. You’re more likely to hear him call you a pet name when it’s his day off and he tucks a strand of your hair under your ear as he mutters it under his breath quite casually than when you’re both grocery shopping outside.

🗡 🗡 🗡 Toji Fushiguro:

-if you ask him to call you anything lovey dovey he’ll laugh at you for five minutes straight

-most of the time he’ll just call you “dummy” or “idiot” while fondly ruffling your hair.

-he will also call you “dumbass” or “loser” but not seriously, it’s his way of showing affection. He’s emotionally constipated.

-will call you “babe” or “baby” if you’re mad at him and he’s trying to get back on your good side.

-will even call you “sweetheart” if you’re super pissed at him and not having sex with him as a result.

-ngl most of his pet names for you are insults but you don’t mind because it’s pretty obvious he means them affectionately.

-yes even in soft moments lol, for example when you accidentally make him worried

-like when you forgot to charge your phone and it died while you were out with friends in the evening. when you didn’t answer his calls he panicked and thought that someone who held a grudge against him (very likely considering his line of work and his past) killed you or kidnapped you. Maybe someone related to one of his victims or someone from the Zenin clan.

-So he’s on this downward spiral of despair, thinking to himself that he ruins everything when you unlock the door and pad in. He just stares blankly at you as you unwrap your scarf. Before you can say anything he just wrestles you into a hug and just says gruffly, “you made me worry, asshole.”

-when you respond by teasing him for going soft on you he’ll give you a noogie.

🍎 🍎 🍎 Naoya Zenin:

-will call you by insulting nicknames, but unlike Toji, he will mean them and they are 100% malicious.

-if he’s in a good mood he’ll call you “wife” instead of his standard “woman” or “girl” (you’re probably in an arranged marriage tbh, I don’t see him dating casually bc he probably sees himself as above all that).

-most commonly will point at you or just call you “you”.

-however I know that you Naoya stans are out there so here you go:

-with Naoya it’s all in the tone and the nuances. in the rare, minuscule chance that he ends up somehow developing a soft spot for whoever he marries, he’ll call you “wife” but in a softer tone, muttered under his breath so no one else can hear. If the tips of his ears are bright red and he looks flustered and annoyed instead of his standard smug shit eating expression that means he’s a goner.

-before, when he’d call you “my wife,” or “woman” by saying those words through gritted teeth and barely contained rage, while gripping your wrist possessively when a visiting member of the Kamo clan started to get awfully touchy with you, you knew that possessiveness was akin to that of a spoiled child not wanting to share his toy with anyone else.

-after you start to understand each other though, and he saw the same Kamo try to get closer to you during the next big gathering, he’d ask them what they’d want while referring to you as “my wife”. This time, he’s not clutching your wrist to the point that you wonder if he’ll leave bruises, but he’s taking your arm so that it’s firmly intertwined with his. He’s angled his body so that you’re leaning against him. This time, he’s protective. And probably also possessive and jealous but hey this is naoya we’re talking about.

-it becomes increasingly more obvious that you’re the apple of his eye when you fall ill with a mild cold. He grabs your face and turns your head from side to side, trying desperately to remember any of the remedies his nannies had used for him. He doesn’t, sadly. He’s never had to care for anyone, including himself—there were always others to pamper him. So then why does he feel so helpless?

-He wants you to get better. What’s that tightening feeling in his chest? Is he coming down with whatever you fell ill with?? It’s called thinking about a person other than yourself, Naoya.

-He’s literally stomping around your bed giving pointless demands to the servants and the healer, checking up on you like a nagging mother hen.

-he literally demands the most expensive doctors and healers to be sent to your room to treat you. he’s even about to have renowned doctors from overseas be flown to your residence before you point out to him that by the time they’ve arrived, you would have probably recovered from the little cold you had.

-to the surprise of the servants, he doesn’t snap at you for speaking back to him or correcting him, but instead reluctantly agrees. When he feels everyone’s stares, his face flushed and he yells at them to get back to work.

-As you’re drifting off to sleep, you could have sworn you saw him wipe your forehead using a cool cloth with clumsy fingers and whisper your name. You blink in surprise because he’s never actually used your name before, at least not in such a sincere way.

-Later, when you wake up, he denies this. “What are you doing getting delirious and hearing things when it’s supposed to be a mild cold? Not that I’d know, I’m not weak like you so I don’t get sick. Hurry up and get better, will you?” (a few days later he falls ill with the same cold you had. He is very uncooperative with all the doctors who are called to treat him, and it is only until you coax him into letting you feed him a spoonful of cheap over the counter cold medicine that he calms down enough to fall asleep and recover, much to everyone’s annoyance).

-soon, word spreads that the spoiled, selfish Zenin heir has a soft spot for his wife. Naoya will punish any servants who overhear him during his soft or vulnerable moments by assigning them undesirable tasks (like cleaning up Naobito’s room after he’s gone on his weekly bender).

- When his family members and fellow members of the Hei unit start teasing him for being such a sap, he challenges them to a “friendly spar” and then beats their asses.

-basically if he has feelings he has no idea what to do with them.

-just to be clear, even if he does fall in love with you he’s still just as unbearable, he’s only slightly less intolerable to you.

🌙 🌙 🌙 Choso:

-he doesn’t get the concept of a pet name or a nickname.

-“your name is y/n, why would I call you anything else?”

-it takes some time. He does think of some pet names for you and Yuuji, but at first they’re just “*insert hair color*-haired love of my life-chan” for you, or “pink haired youngest baby brother-chan” for Yuuji. He’s trying his best, ok?

-the closer you get, the more enthusiastic he becomes. He thinks of some weird ones, like— “my bright sun for whom i would kill a thousand men for and countless more if you so desired,” which was quite a mouthful but oddly sweet.

-but as he grows more comfortable and familiar with the concept, he starts calling you “my muse” or “my light”.

-in settings where you’re alone he calls you “love”. It sounds right somehow. It’s something that you call him too and he likes that it’s a word that you can exchange with him too.

-he also has pet names for you based on inside jokes. When he starts to get better at pet names and suggests that he retire “my bright sun for whom i would kill a thousand men for and countless more if you so desired” because he’s now embarrassed by it, you pout, because you actually like it. When you ask him why he doesn’t want to use it anymore, he flushes before saying, “it’s not accurate. You’re not the sun.”

-“hm?” You respond, listening attentively. He hesitates before clarifying, “The sun is destructive, it makes its presence known immediately, it’s capable of great pain and fear—“

“ah, so did you decide on this after you got that nasty sunburn when we went to the beach for the first time last week?“ you teased, smirking. His cheeks darken and flush and he looks away.

“Sorry,” you say, fluffing his pigtails, “please continue. I want to hear the rest of what you have to say.”

“—If anything, you’re the moon. A gentle, calming presence.” He buries his head in your shoulder, “beautiful.”

-“I like that,” you respond thoughtfully, “I can be your moon. Yuuji can be your sun. He’s capable of great destruction and he’s so bright it’s impossible to not notice.”

“That sounds better,” Choso breathes, closing his eyes, “My moon. My precious moon.”

“But Choso?”

“Hm?”

“Would you still kill a thousand men for me if I wanted you to?”

“Yes, I’d kill a thousand men for you. I’d create a crimson sea of blood for you to bathe in if that was what you wanted.”

“…that’s so fuckin’ awesome,” you say under your breath.

“I never knew you were so violent, my moon,” he says.

You snicker in response, continuing to play with his hair.

-however, afterwards he calls you “my bloodthirsty moon” or “my violent moon” sometimes as an inside joke between you two, in addition to “my moon”. At first he does this teasingly but it just comes out naturally as time goes on.

-he doesn’t really like using these terms of endearment in public, it just feels right when it’s you two (and Yuuji).

-remember, while he can be very affectionate, he is also capable of being cold, detached, and stoic. This is especially the case if he’s in protective mode (the killing a thousand men thing was a joke but also not really, he would kill for you without hesitation). When he’s worried about you when you’re in public, that’s the only time he’ll use a pet name for you because he won’t be thinking things through, and it’ll just slip out.

-so one day, you guys find yourselves in a supermarket where they have an extravaganza sale. There’s a line of super aggressive old people and housewives ready to run to the aisles and buy as much food as they can. You had come along and brought Choso (for help with reaching some things in the higher shelves). While you were grabbing a 70% off packet of premium cut sliced beef, a particularly aggressive housewife grabbed it after you, trying to swipe it. You tugged it back, and soon the housewife tries to shove you. Before she can, however, a cold hand grips her wrist.

“Don’t you dare,” a cold voice whispers into her ear, “lay a hand on my moon ever again.”

The housewife shrieks in terror as she sprints away.

“Geez,” you say, “and I’m the violent one?”

He doesn’t answer, and only holds your hand.

“Choso?” You lean in to whisper.

“Hm?”

“Thank you,” you say, pecking his cheek. You smirk as you see him flush heavily.

You later find out she complained about you guys to the manager, and you’re banned from the place. But they let you check out your stuff for the last time so you end up getting the premium beef for yourselves and make a really good hotpot so who’s laughing now bitch.

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letterstotheflre · 3 years

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that’s the thing about illicit affairs

summary: james was never hers to lose.

warnings: CHEATING, age gap (not specified but reader is in her 20s), tiiiny angst?? i don’t think it’s sad lmao, allusions to sex and one miniature sex scene, some food mentions, and a very badly written argument.

word count: 3k (why are they always so long ffs)

a/n: my first james potter fic <3 i love this man so much, sorry for making you the bad guy here. this one’s been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks, and since i’ve been feeling kinda sad i finally got around to edit it. also hedric rights!!

They always meet like this.

The room is dark except for a small sea salt lamp she bought on sale from Target. Her clothes are piling up on the floor, discarded carelessly by her lover, and his are not too far from meeting the same fate.

He is kissing her hungrily as he could never get enough of her. His hands travel all over her back while she unbuttons his shirt, their lips never parting. He moves her to her bed, the sheets a pale green that reminds him of—

No. He closes his eyes tightly, pretends the green is actually blue like the lacy bralette that covers her breasts and moves his lips down to her jaw. He sucks and nips and bites, letting her moans echo freely between the four walls that make their little sanctuary.

Her hands quickly undo his belt and stroke him lightly through the fabric of his boxers. He groans against the junction of her neck, the skin softer than anything he’s touched in years.

He pushes her down on the bed, cupping her face while he looks at her properly, noting the tangled hair caused by his fingers. Her lips are puffy and shiny, his kisses being the perpetrator of their current state. He waits for her to say something, to give him a sign that this is okay.

(It’s not okay, and they both know it. It’ll never be okay.)

She nods her head, and he kneels in front of her, pushing her legs wide open before he dives in.

—

She is laying on her bed, the sheets covering her body as she watches him try to fix up his hair in front of the mirror on her makeshift vanity.

“Make sure no one sees you leave,” she says, “and put—”

“Put my hood up, I know,” he finishes the sentence for her. It’s not the first time they do this dance.

“Sirius and Remus are with Harry at home. I told them I was going for a run, so they won’t say anything if I show up all sweaty,” he adds, trying to fill the awkward silence.

She just nods her head, fingers playing with a loose thread on the edge of the sheet, pulling it a bit more every time she twists her index finger. He steps forward, then sits on her bed and traces her cheekbone with his knuckles. “You know I care about you, right?” he asks.

Her heart clenches, a heavy weight pressing down on her chest that makes it hard to breathe for a second. She lowers her eyes, refusing to stare at those hazel irises that started everything. “I know, James,” she assures quietly, looking at a picture of her and Harry that’s stuck to the wall just behind him.

James brushes back some stray hairs that are still stuck to her forehead, then presses a small kiss on the slightly sweaty skin. He gives her a tentative smile before heading to the door, and she only looks in his direction when she hears the click of the door.

(He might care, but not enough.)

—

Sundays are always a slightly awkward affair at first.

Both of their families have been friends for years, getting together every Sunday for lunch at the Potter’s. James and Sirius always man the grill with her dad, all of them wearing those corny ‘kiss the chef!’ aprons. Her mother helps Lily make the salads in the kitchen while they gossip with Remus, who steals a few tomatoes when they aren’t looking. Now that it’s summer, she and Harry splash each other in the pool instead of catching up in his room.

It’s always strange seeing James in the light of day, pretending that this is the only version of him she knows: the version of him that is a friend, a father, a husband.

But she knows the other version of him: the one that has her on her knees begging for a taste of him, the one that grips her hair while he pounds into her from behind, the one that lets his tongue explore places of her no one else has. The version of him that kisses her forehead and plays with her fingers while their bodies are tangled together under the sheets. The version of him that kisses her as if she were the only one made for him.

(She isn’t.)

They are sitting around the table eating. Sirius is laughing about something with his arm around Remus’s shoulders, his bark of laughter echoing across the garden. Her mother’s shoulders shake as Lily rolls her eyes in amusement. James and her father have gone back to the grill to bring everyone their second round of burgers, and she can hear her father complaining about something from work.

“Here y’go, kid,” says James as he places the plate in front of her before ruffling her hair. She tenses up for a second before relaxing, muttering a small “thank you” before reaching for the ketchup.

She hates that nickname. It’s so impersonal, keeps a distance between them that truly doesn’t exist. As if he isn’t the only person that can make her vision whiten and the colours of her room hazy while she clutches his shoulders. As if he isn’t the only person who can pull so many different sounds from her vocal cords, sounds he knows no one else has ever heard before because he is the only one who can create them.

She can feel Sirius’s eyes on her as she stretches one arm, so she hesitantly glances at him. He raises an eyebrow, eyes switching back and forth between James and her, and she can see the cogs turning in his mind.

She gulps anxiously, dismissing him with a wave of her hand and goes back to eating.

—

James’s moans are loud as he gathers her hair in a makeshift ponytail. His cock is buried in her throat, and he watches as she gags for a second before relaxing her throat.

She’s taking him so deep that her nose nuzzles his pubic hair, the musky scent of James filling her nose as she breathes deeply through it. She starts moving her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the tip every time she rises.

He is a mess above her, needy whines and wanton moans leaving his mouth. His hips thrust up softly, slowly fucking her mouth, and he relishes in the small choking sounds she makes. His head rolls back as he groans, “That’s it, baby, so good to me.”

She winces at the name and pulls away from him. “Don’t call me that,” she mutters, but her hands never stop stroking him. She takes him back into her mouth and starts sucking with a newfound fervour, his voice echoing inside her head as she tries to make him forget about her.

(She tries to forget too.)

—

Honey rays filter through her window.

They are both laying on her bed, James on his stomach while she refills the glasses with some cheap wine she got from the store. He looks at the tiny purple splotches on her neck and the red fingerprints on her hips, then smirks proudly. When she turns, she smiles at him softly.

There’s a summer breeze that ruffles her curtains, and he can hear some teenagers laughing as they walk down the street over the music that plays from her speaker.

She places her glass on her nightstand, her nipples brushing his naked back as she leans over him. She lays down on her side, her fingertips softly drawing shapes on his skin. It takes him a moment to realize they are not random shapes but letters.

Her name, written over his scattered freckles and connecting his moles with cursive loops.

He takes her hand and kisses it, slightly chapped lips pressing against her open palm. Then he kisses her lips, still bitterly sweet with grapes, as his tongue moves languidly against hers while he pulls her by the hand on top of him.

It feels like a distant memory. It feels like a dream.

—

The cacophony of different voices singing “Happy Birthday” rings in her ears.

Harry is at the front of the table, an adorable blush dusting his cheeks at the attention. On either side of him are James and Lily, smiles wide as they watch their son blow the candles. Cedric is behind him, hands on his shoulders, and he leans forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

She sings and claps, whooping with Sirius when Harry blows the last candle. She eats cake and drinks the pretty cocktails Lily ordered. She smiles and laughs, pretends she couldn’t see the way the candles made the golden band on James’s ring finger beam like the sun.

She pretends she doesn’t see the way James holds Lily’s waist before kissing her. She pretends she can’t see them dancing slowly to a song Remus put on the Spotify playlist as a joke.

She pretends she can’t hear his footsteps following her when she goes to the bathroom. She feigns disinterest when he grabs her wrist and pulls her towards a deserted corridor.

But she can’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach when he kisses her, the thrumming in her veins when he pushes one leg between her thighs, nor the pleasure-filled gasps and moans that leave her mouth when he helps her roll her hips along his covered thigh.

It’s thrilling; they’ve never done something like this in public, much less in such proximity to friends and family.

(In such proximity to her.)

Even though she knows it shouldn’t, it gives her a sense of victory. Because he is here with her now: he is kissing her, making her moan, and whispering dirty things in her ear.

A faraway call of his name breaks the spell they’re under. They pull away hastily; she fixes her dress while James makes sure there are no lipstick stains on his face. The footsteps are getting closer, heels hitting the floorboards at the same rhythm as their rapid beating hearts.

It’s Sirius.

James almost breathes a sigh of relief, but she remains tensed up. Sirius looks between them, the same look he had that Sunday all those weeks ago on his face, and she feels bile rising in her throat.

“Lily’s looking for you,” he says, his thumb pointing back over his shoulder towards the reception where everyone’s gathered.

“Right,” says James. “Better go see what she needs. You do not want to see an angry drunk Lily.” He laughs, almost oblivious to the awkward tension between his two friends. He goes back to Lily, leaving her leaning against the wall and Sirius standing in the middle of the hallway.

Sirius looks at her, and even though his mind already knows, he refuses to believe it. “I didn’t know where the bathroom was,” she offers as an explanation. It’s a flimsy excuse, she knows that, but it’s the best she can do under this kind of pressure.

“Right,” he whispers with a short nod, then follows James.

She stays rooted to her spot, lips tingling with the ghost of James touch and a guilty mind.

—

Hours later, she clings to a pillow as she lays on her bed alone. The same pillow James was resting on less than twelve hours ago.

She breathes in deeply, trying to catch any scent of him she can, but there’s only the scent of her fabric softener.

There’s no James. No citrus shampoo or woodsy cologne nor salty air from the beach near his house. Because he never wears any cologne when he comes to her, ensuring that there’s no trace of him once he leaves.

Like he doesn’t even exist.

—

It ends in a parking lot a month later.

She was waiting for Luna to arrive at the mall but ended up asking for a rain check when James texted her, saying they needed to talk.

‘Meet me behind the mall’, she texts him.

She walks to the back of the building and waits for his red car to show up. She already knows where this conversation is going to go, and her heart shatters at the thought of saying goodbye to him.

She raises her head when she hears a honk in front of her, and she gets in while whispering a small “hey”. He doesn’t start the car again, just settles for turning the ignition key off. She looks at the families leaving the mall through the tinted window, refusing to look at him, as her knee bounces up and down anxiously.

The silence is heavy, and she suddenly feels cold in the August heat.

James takes a deep breath, “We can’t keep doing this.”

She can’t help the snarky comment. “That’s not what you were saying yesterday while you had your fingers buried inside me.” He looks at her unimpressed, and she rolls her eyes.

“It’s wrong,” he says— as if she doesn’t already know that. “C’mon, baby, don’t make this harder than it has to—”

“I told you not to call me that!” she raises her voice, and the car gets silent again. She hates the tears that gather in her eyes, hates that she cares so much about him and their stupid game, but she couldn’t help it. Not when he whispered so many sweet nothings in her ears and caressed her skin so softly, almost afraid to break him if he was too rough.

(Not that he cared about that when he stretched her wide open and thrust so hard into her that the bed frame banged against the wall.)

“You can’t just show up here and tell me it’s over like you weren’t the one that came to me first,” she jeers, and she can see the tick of his jaw as he clenches it. Good, she thinks, make him angry.

“Don’t just blame me. You didn’t say ‘no’ once.” He grounds out, “In fact, I can recall you were begging me to fuck you against the wall.”

Her cheeks turn into a small fire, a slight feeling of shame overcoming her. “Oh, like you were any better!” she exclaims. “‘Been thinking about you for months.’ ‘You have no idea the things you do to me.’ ‘No one can suck my cock like you.’ ‘I care about you!’” She deepens her voice to mock him.

James opens his mouth to keep the ball rolling, and she wants him to do it because it meant that the fight was still on, that they wouldn’t have to end this. Instead, he takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I’m telling you now it’s over. Stop acting like a kid who didn’t get her Christmas present,” he says, knowing exactly what he is doing with those words.

“I’m not a kid,” she snaps, her eyes fighting back angry teats at his dismissal. “Then stop acting like one,” he shrugs.

Her hands turn into fists, nails digging themselves into her palms as she tries to keep her anger at bay. “Do you know how much of myself I gave to you? How many plans with my friends have I cancelled in case you called? How many guys I stopped seeing because they weren’t you?” she rants, her voice increasing in volume as she lets her frustration take over. Then, she pauses. “You’ve ruined me, James.”

Her voice is so pained that it makes his heart clench, and he lowers his head, refusing to look at her. He knows, God, he knows what he’s done, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so lonely with Lily spending so much time at the hospital, and then there she was with her caring and understanding nature. With her adorable laughs and those touches that were so addictive, a mercurial high that gave him the lowest lows whenever he tried to stop.

He keeps his mouth shut; there’s nothing left to say anyway, and it’s better for her to hate him rather than anything else. “You are not going to say anything?” It’s meek, vulnerable, and she wants to slap herself for acting this way. She knew it would never last, that he would always choose her.

He was never hers to lose, so why is she still fighting?

She nods her head in surrender, biting her lip to stop herself from sobbing. The anger now gave way to sadness, “I can’t believe I let you make a fool of me.” Her voice is hoarse, a result of the lump in her throat that prevents her from swallowing comfortably.

She gets out of the car and slams the door shut, then leaves the parking lot, leaving him behind. She keeps walking, fingers gripping the straps of her bag until she reaches an empty street.

The golden sun is ready to dip on the horizon, and she can hear James’s car speeding behind her.

—

She doesn’t let the tears fall until she’s inside her apartment.

The moment she closed the door, she crumbled to her knees, loud sobs falling from her mouth and fat tears rolling down her cheeks. It takes her a moment to gather enough strength to walk to her room.

She cries and cries, buries her face in her pillows and starts sobbing even harder because she can smell him. The salty scent and citrus shampoo finally embedded themselves in the fabric, and she can’t believe that after all those days she craved to feel him close to her, he chooses now to leave a trace behind.

She cries for hours until her eyes are puffy and red, and snot comes out of her nose. Her chest heaves with short breaths that don’t really fill her lungs as she clings to that damn pillow before throwing it across the room. She can’t believe it ended like this: with her completely broken for anyone else while James gets to go back to his life and act like nothing ever happened.

Yet she knows that if she had to choose, she would do it all over again because if she had to choose someone to be her ruination, she would choose James Potter a million times.

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