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sturnsdoll · 1 month

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𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇𝙔 𝙂𝙁 ˚୨୧⋆｡ - M.S

(headcannons!)

pairing: matt x girly/hyperfem!reader

warnings: hc's, sfw and nsfw but they are labelled as such.

nsfw warnings: dom!matt, sub!reader, implied spanking, dirty talk, mostly just super suggestive.

authors note: multiple people requested a matt version so here you go <3

SFW !

ೃ⁀➷ one of the first things matt loved about you was the way you express yourself through your style.

ೃ⁀➷ how could he keep his eyes off you with bows dangling and intertwined through your hair, belt loops or pretty much anything else you could stick em' on

ೃ⁀➷ watching you lay peacefully against your pink silk sheets never fails to lure him into crawling under your matching covers to cuddle and stroke your perfectly cared for hair into further relaxation.

ೃ⁀➷ anytime your cake-esque fragrance is sprayed around him he has to pull you into him. he's addicted to it like crack. he has to bury his face into your neck, inhaling like he'll never be graced with it again.

ೃ⁀➷ anytime he's out he's looking for things you'd accesorize with..

ೃ⁀➷ matt would be searching through every color of ribbon in every store he's in for a color, size or texture that you don't have.

ೃ⁀➷ matt would want to buy you makeup because he knows how good you feel about yourself while wearing it.. not saying he'd be good at picking out the right shades but hey, he tries right??

ೃ⁀➷ matt loves watching the bottom of your skirt dance and twirl while you bounce around your room with your fav artist playing..

ೃ⁀➷ you hum the lyrics while organizing your closet that's drowned in shades of pink..

ೃ⁀➷ "need help sweetheart?" "i'm okay, thanks" and even though he knew you were sincere from the sweet grin on your pretty lips, he'd get up from the comfort of your bed to assist anyways. he couldn't let your pretty little head get too exhausted now could he?

ೃ⁀➷ he knows how capable you are though, there's no doubt. he enjoys taking care of you but knows your more than able on your own

ೃ⁀➷ he would try his hardest to be assertive when he's angry but it was always impossible.

ೃ⁀➷ mid arguement you'd find yourself inching closer till you reach him. you take his hand. he can't ignore your perfect shiny acrylic nails (that he paid for) grazing along his palm to slowly interlock with his longer, masculine fingers.

ೃ⁀➷ "i'm sorry matt, i'll make it up to you. " you'd apologize sincerly.

ೃ⁀➷ before he could even think about saying no, your lashes batting up at him with doe eyes beneath them would usually force him to the final decision of teaching you how to behave another way...

NSFW !

ೃ⁀➷ "you think you look all innocent don't you?" now your backed up and corned against your makeup table. a few lipglosses knock over when the back of your thighs hit the table, your hands coming behind to steady yourself.

ೃ⁀➷ you'd nod your head. matt's dry laugh makes wetness pool beneath your skirt faster than you're willing to admit. "we'll see how much of a good girl you really are then yeah?" then next thing you know you'd be holding off your orgasms, being left begging for at least the 3rd time in a row.

ೃ⁀➷ and it never took much to get him going.

ೃ⁀➷ matt and you would be with his friends and all it'd take would be a graze of your perfect nails against his jeans for him to crave them wrapped around his dick.

ೃ⁀➷ your perfect pink lips pouting at him as you asked to go home early..

ೃ⁀➷ your eyes telling him you weren't wearing the shortest skirt you could find for no reason.

ೃ⁀➷ matt never really cared about you doing much for him sexually. making you feel good is what got him off. you were his princess and you needed to feel as such, in and out of the bedroom.

ೃ⁀➷ contradictory to that though, being a princess means being a bit of a brat and he knows how to deal with you when needed.

ೃ⁀➷ if it came to it, he'd pull you out of any social event (dinner, party, hangout, doesn't matter) and take you to his car.

ೃ⁀➷ your sweet demeanor never stopped him from ruining you.

ೃ⁀➷ "you think that shit's cute?" you quickly mutter back a "no" while knowing damn well that being bent over his lap in the backseat as your tears of pain and pleasure ruined your makeup was exactly what you were hoping for.

ೃ⁀➷ "who's dog was in here?" nick would ask matt the next day, eyeing at the nail shaped imprints in the seat cover. chris' head whips around from the front to spot your hair ribbon discarded on the floor. he put two and two together. "matt, there's absaloutely no way dude... in nick's seat seriously?!"

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lingeriae · 8 months

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Heyyyyy I love your writing so much!!!! Plus your theme is so nice!! It looks amazing 🫶🏾

Connie & Ony with partners that wear glasses? Can it include NSFW as well?

omg, I loveeee thissss

ONY

- man I just know ony would be a straight up menanceee

- like, we all know onyankopon is sassy as fuck, so everytime you try to catch an attitude or have something smart to say to him, he looks you up and down throuhg his side-eye and mumbles

"aint about to argue with someone who needs goggles to see, girl bye."

or or or

"bad eyesight or bad attitude, pick a struggle."

- I just know he makes you soooo mad, like mad would be an understatement for reallll.

- Jokes aside, I feel like ony would be very very gentle with your glasses, shit he would care about them more than you. Always telling you to clean them, or putting them in a safe space whenever you fall asleep with them on or leave them out somewhere.

- He'd love you wearing em, without you wearing them too, but he'd love when you were them because of how cutely it frames your face and because you don't have to be hurting your pretty eyes just to see

...speaking of seeing

NSFW

- Ony literally gets so heated if you take off your glasses while your fucking cause when he's fucking you he wants you to see every nasty shit he be doing to that pussy.

- Fixes your glasses if they end up lopsided while he's drilling your shit, like it don't matter how into it he is or how close he is, he will stop and fix that shit. ARGUE WITH YOUR MOMMY!

- he lovessss when you have that shit on while giving him a blowjob, loves how messy your glasses gets when he releases all over them.

- if you cuss him about this, he'll just kiss you on your pretty mouf and tell you that he'll clean em.

CONNIE

omg

- please don't get me started on this.

- bro connie is so fucking annoyingggggg. Like I just know you be having to havea back-up glasses because of him.

- he be dragging that shit right the fuck off your face if yall get in an arguement or if yall are play fighting. asking you some shit like

"oh, cause I thought a visually impaired bitch said sum."

"you acting too bad like I can't control your vision."

"don't be raising your four-eyes head ass at me, ill make sure you stay blind keep playing."

- and he be thinking that shit is sooo funny, like it's not bro grow up.

- it's so funny cause it's the complete opposite when yall are getting jiggy with it

NSFW

- firm believer that connie gently takes off your glasses during sex, im standing on my ground on this.

- I mean pausing mid make-out just to slide that shit off your face, making extra sure to fold the arms before placing them somewhere safe.

where was this energy when we were fighting sir??

- and after he takes them off, he kisses your eyes gently before fucking you into any near surface.

- like I just have a feeling broooo

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charles-leclerizz · 2 months

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🥂 the f1 boys... after an arguement

MEET THE CAST. CL 16 ◦ CS 55 ◦ LN 4 ◦ MV 1

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ᡣ𐭩 ⎯⎯ CHARLES LECLERC 16

" you're being ridiculous ! " Charles shouts, slamming his hands down on the marble and startling you with the loud echo of his palms against the counter.

" me ? " you mumur under your breath, leaning towards him on the opposite side of the kitchen island, " i'm the ridiculous one ? you're the one who was getting drooled on by your ex-girlfriend . " you snarled and stomped your feet.

" je ne peux pas, je ne peux pas- je ne peux pas avoir à nouveau cette fucking conversation avec toi . mon Dieu . " [ i can't, i can't- i can't have this fucking conversation with you again. my God] He ran his hand through his hair and watched as you gaped at him, slowly translating the words in your mind .

"of course," throwing your hands up in the air, you move away from the kitchen and rush down towards the foyer, "it's my fault, it cannot possibly be you, who made a goddamn mistake ?"

you collected your purse and keys, the metallic fob jingled obnoxiously against the bowl, "no it can't becau- what are you doing ? " Charles stopped mid sentence, eyes widening .

Squinting your eyes at him you shook the metal in your hand, "out."

"where is out ? je te prie de te le dire ? " [ pray tell thee ]

"anywhere but here, i need time charles." you mumured, itching to reach out and take his hand as you breathed heavily yet the anger that was bubbling up to a boil had settled into a seething magma, already solidifying into scathing stone.

"time ? " he spluttered, latching onto your bag that had just been slung onto your shoulder, "for what ?"

"for the clocks to reset." you sassed, dropping the clutch into his hand, "god. i'll be back."

the sun had begun to set by the time you had pressed in your combination into the keypad and attempted to silently pad into the apartment.

lest to say, that didn't work, because as soon as the door clicked open and the jingle of the lock had ceased, the sound of steps bounding up to you was following shortly after.

"tu es de retour, Dieu merci, tu es de retour." [ you're back, thank god you're back ] Charles hugged you tightly, hands winding around your waist to hold you close, the comfort of your heartbeat in time with his made him slump over you with relief.

you patted his back slowly, smiling inwardly, "yeah, i'm back. i told you i would be." pressing kisses to his neck but stopped short when small droplets began to wet your top.

"charlie," you sighed, pulling away to hold his red face in your hands. he sniffled and kept his gaze down on where his hands gripped your hips. his fingers fiddled with the hem of your clothing as his bottom lip wobbled and fresh tears bubbled at his lashline.

"charles ." you tried again, rubbing your thumbs against his temple, "why are you crying ? " he sniffed again and shook his head slowly, already curling around you again, going against the gentle force you applied on his face.

"pensé que" [ thought that ] he started, taking a stuttering breath, "thought that you wouldn't come back."

Your heart shattered, "why ?" with a burning throat, you blinked quickly and listened patiently.

"i was so mad, you were mad." charles bit his lip, despite the skin already being rosy and swollen, most likely from his growing worry throughout the day, "i wouldn't have blamed you, if you didn't come back. "

"honey ? " you call out, smiling gently when he finally met your eyes despite the pang that coursed through your body when you noticed the harsh red lines that sat stark in his eyes, "i would never leave you. "

"you wouldn't ?"

"no-" you choked back a sob, "no, why would you think that." scolding him, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you, trapping him in your embrace, "stupid, stupid french man." you grit out, salty streams dripping down your face.

"you're right. " he laughed wetly, rubbing a large palm down your back when you begin to sob laboriously.

"i love you," you detach from him quickly, pecking his lips, his eyes, each and every individual freckle littered on his nose and cheeks, "i love you so much- even when that bitch is slobbering over your arm."

"chérie" he starts, but presses his lips together when you pause in between your smooches to arch an eyebrow at him, "i love you too."

ᡣ𐭩 ⎯⎯ CARLOS SAINZ 55

the sun was beating down on the yacht as the crsytaline blue waves lapped at the pristine white of the boat.

you lay on the sun bed, sunglasses propped up on your head as your eyes twitched, watching as carlos and some random chick were talking on the deck.

it was the days leading up to the monaco grand prix, and since it was easiest to procure a yacht here, the boys thought to host a party, where drinks, dancing and daquiri were a must.

so as the music blasted and almost 20 other people were chatting and moving their bodiees to the music, you were busy seething as the girl ran a hand up carlos' salty, sea water covered bicep.

though you stayed away, book disgarded on your exposed stomach whilst your hands twitched with undisclosed rage at your side.

it was when you noticed that even though your boyfriend glanced down at her fingers, he made no move to push it away, that you decided to get up from your place and saunter towards them.

"-wow you're so strong, it must be so hard to drive an f1 car."

"uhm-"

" hi." you gritted out, lacing your arm with carlos', who stood frozen in his spot, "if you would so kindly, stop humping my boyfriend- i would really appreciate it."

the girl stared at you, mouth opening and closing dumbly.

" you can go do that-" you pointed to the throng of the party, where lando was dj-ing, "over there."

she scoffed and walked away, but not before she winked at the driver on your arm and shot you a dirty glare.

as soon as you were sure that she had left, you slowly turned to carlos, who was already gawking at you, "you have 5 minutes to explain, why and how she felt that she could be doing that to you."

he spluttered, eyes igniting with annoyance, "that was the daughter of one of our biggest sponsors- why would you do that ? mujer loca" [crazy woman]

"i'm the crazy one ?" you asked incredulously, "so i'm meant to watch as you let girls just, what? sex you up?"

"oh come on, you know she wasn't." he rolled his eyes, "and what could i do? if i told her no, she could get me fired."

you crossed your arms at him, "so what you're saying, that no matter what, your job is more important than me and my feelings ?"

" Ay, ¿por qué siempre dices eso? " [ay, why do you always say that ? ] carlos shook his head and held your shoulders, "you need to understand that your feelings are important to me, but so is my career."

you shake your head, "but it's all the time carlos, all the damn time." he tilts his head, large brown eyes conveying his confusion, "it's always, 'we can't go here, its bad for my reputation" or "i'll be back late, the office needs me" . what about when i need you ?"

" i can't go everywhere, it's unsafe, you know that. and i'm not always out late. " he reasons, shrugging.

" no- firstly, it was a cafe, you aren't in danger at a fucking cat cafe. and secondly, name one time this entire month that we ate dinner together."

you wait, wedged foot tapping against the laminated wood beneath your sole. carlos stills for a moment, wracking brain before looking at you again and cringing.

"- see ! "

"- i'm sorry cariño !"

you shake your head pushing away his hands, "not this time- i won't forgive you. i deserve better. "

carlos watches, gobsmacked and panicked when you walk away, already collecting your things as the yacht docks.

the bell to the cafe that you sat in jingles quietly, though you ignore it and continue to pet the sweet, grey cat that purrs in your lap whilst sipping a warm tea.

a shadow forms infront of you, and you look up, eyes widening, "carlos- what are you doing ?"

he pants, bracing his hands on his knees as he doubles over- you instictively reach out and take his hand.

"i-" he keens and pants, "i looked everywhere for you, the apartment, all the shops that you normally go to, landos place, max's place, charles' place. then i remembered that you sent me the link for the directions here." carlos leans down to kiss your head, cradling your face in his palms, "gracias a Dios te encontré". [ thank god i found you. ]

you motion to the seat infront of you, letting the cat that now watched interestedly onto the floor so you could tuck your legs beneath the table, "what do you want ?"

carlos sighs, hanging his head before taking your hand and intertwining your fingers, he rests his forehead on your conjoined hands, "i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. i told fred that- that i don't want to be talking to sponsors, y'know-" he looks up at you, kissing your hand gently, "like that, especially on my down time. and that i won't be staying in the office after 5pm."

you blink at him slowly, tightening your fingers, "oh.. good."

he finds your embarrassed gaze, and locks your eyes together, his caramel pools glistening beneath the sunlight that streamed in through the large windows. your stare softens, "i forgive you carlos." reaching forward, you brush away the hair that had fallen onto his forehead.

"you do ? i had so much grovelling left to do." he mumurs, glancing nervously to his side.

"did you seriously buy me something, already ? it's been-" you check your watch, "-3 hours ?"

"there was a plan in place Niña bonita. " [ pretty girl ] he reaches to his left and places the small black bag infront of you, "open it."

smirking, you begin to reach into the ominous container and retrieve a medium sized velvet box- as you pop it open, you gasp, "oh wow, it's beautiful."

nestled within, was a gold necklace, small diamonds hanging from the last few delicate chain links and in the middle, sat a chili pendant, petite rubies be-dazzling the body of the charm.

"i bought it a few days ago, i was waiting for the perfect moment to give it to you, but this seemed more appropriate." carlos took the jewellery in his hands and gestured for you to come closer.

craning your neck forward, you laugh quietly to yourself as you watch him stuggle with the clasp before grinning victoriously and retracts his hands away from your nape.

you take his face in your hands, "i love you." you declare as you kiss his pouted lips. he holds your wrists that rest against his jaw, running his thumb back and forth against your pulsee before whispering against your mouth,

"i love you more."

ᡣ𐭩 ⎯⎯ LANDO NORRIS 4

you stomped up to the door before banging on the wood angrily, "lando norris" you huff, "get out of this room right now."

"what ?" Lando wretched the door open, staring down at you, visibly annoyed.

"it has been 3 hours, since you have even stepped out of this room. now it is the winter break, you cannot possible think i will allow you to train on the sim for this long."

He opened his mouth to retaliate when gratingly familiar voices began to laugh and, "ohh" in the background.

"are you streaming ?" crossing your arms over, you're half tempted to push past his fuming chest and unplug the entire setup.

" so what ? you said i'm on break, i can stream if i want to." his voice began to raise dangerously.

"not when i told you that i cooked dinner," you poked his chest, making him blink, "that it's your favourite-" you poked again, "and especially not when i made that fucking tiramisu which you kept on going on and on about from japan." you push him, hard, before stalking out to the kitchen.

"wait ! " he called out, the sound of him shuffling and the door clicking closed made you grind your teeth when he didn't appear down the hallway.

Already packing up the food and placing it into the fridge carefully, you remained stoic to the fact that he had finally appeared behind you, wringing his hands as he watched you.

"babe ? "

"bab-" "what."

you turn around on your heel, growling and if he were to open his mouth to say anything, steam would most likely begin to shoot out of your ears.

Lando stared at you, still playing with his fingers, "i wanted to- uhm," he gulped when you crossed over your arms, "say that i'm sorry." he whimpered.

"you're sorry ?"

"yeah."

"so," you guffaw, "i slave over the stove for hours, cooking, whipping, mixing and you think that i'm here to serve you when all you say is a 'sorry' "

"...no ?" he cringed, squeaking when you slithered past him towards the dining table and drag out a chair before taking a seat, "i don't see the big deal."

"you don't see the big deal ? " you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes.

"no."

"no ? " you parrot, holding your face in fear that if your hands were to be free, you would strangle him.

"i really don't ."

Inhaling deeply, you attempt to find your inner peace. for both of your sakes.

"lando, it has been 2 weeks of you being back home. 14 days. 336 hours and god knows how many minutes. and throughout that time, you have not touched me," you put up a finger, "you refuse to kiss me nearly as much as you did when you were out of the continent," another finger, "and someone would think you need glasses because you never seem to be looking at me, ever."

Lando's mouth popped open, eyes darting around your face in search of a viable answer, "I-"

"and lord," you scoff, "when i go to make a romantic dinner, in hopes that you could sustain eye-contact for more than a millisecond. you go and forget that as well." covering your mouth, you dip your head down, avoiding his crumpled expression to sob into your hands.

"Are you crying ? "

"i'm not," you retort, sniffing obnoxiously.

"then what are you doing ?"

" they're called allergies. it's the pollen."

"babe," you feel his once distant presensce come and crouch down to your level, warm palms braced on your knees, "its winter."

"i know," you weep, pressing your forehead into his shoulder.

"i'm sorry my love," he pleads, bumping the crown of his head gently with yours, "im so so sorry, i didn't mean to."

you shake your head pitifully, "yes you did. you think i'm ugly" you blubber.

"no- what ? NO ?" he takes your face in his hands, smooshing your cheeks together, "you're beautiful and the only thing that's ugly is my behaviour, i should've paid more attention to you, and i didn't." Lando kissed you tenderly, fingers brushing your hair away from your wet face, "but don't you dare say that you're anything short of stunning."

"shmokay," you lisp, tongue poking through your puckered lips, "shu hungry ?"

you smile contently when he wipes your cheeks and pecks your closed eyelids, "yeah... but not for food."

ᡣ𐭩 ⎯⎯ MAX VERSTAPPEN 1

" come on schat, i said i was sorry." Max tries for what seeemed to be the fiftieth time.

" will sorry bring back the 2 hours i spent outside, looking like an idiot ?" you plant your hands on your hips, staring him down.

Max slaps his head a few times before slowly approaching you, padding his way past the bed, "I have a job, Liefde" he presses his hands together and aims his fingers at you whilst gritting his teeth.

"oh, and i don't ? " you smack his aggitating hands away from your nose, "someone call wallstreet, i've been trading illegally. since apparently, my liscence and MB- fucking - A was for nothing . "

"you being on the phone and playing with money, is different from me driving a deathbox every week. hoe kun je de twee zelfs vergelijken ?" [ how can you even compare the two? ] he eununciates.

You gasp, half tempted to smash your stilleto heel into his poised foot, but decide against it when he follows your gaze and peices together your attack, already shuffling his foot away.

"max- i will not stand here and take this from you. i trade stocks you race jumbo bumper cars."

your voice reaches a new decible as you attempt to get through his thick skull.

"now either you can apologise, or else i'm walking out of the door. because i am done explaining to you how to be a good boyfriend " you point outside the bedroom which you both were currently shouting in.

Max crossed his arms, challenging your threat.

"really ?" you ask, appalled but nonetheless collect your purse from the floor and begin to leave the threshold.

Max hums, catching your eye when you turn around, already pivoting at the corner of the doorway. He shrugs, moving to the bed to sit down and yawn nonchalantly.

You blink a few times before leaning back into the room to snatch up the keys to his pista from the dresser, "fuck you."

and with that, you left the apartment. and max, whose words were beginning to dawn on him.

your feet were beginning to ache with how much you were walking and it was almost 200% confirmed, that blood was begining to pool into the expensive interior.

the sun was starting to set from it's afternoon high point and you watched it whilst continuing on your journey down the sidewalk, already having charged an alarming amount of shopping on max's card, you were nursing a grande cup of the most expensive coffee monaco would offer.

The pista sat 10km away from you, full to the brim with your shopping, so when it began to approach you parrallel on the road, your eyebrows shot up and you were prepared to throw the steaming drink into the drivers window as it rolled down.

"schat- why is there so much shopping in here ? "max asked, guidinng the car dangerously close to the pavement.

"you should know since i charged it to your account. " you clutch your to-go cup to your chest.

Max's eyes widened as he pulled his foot off the accelarator to twist his body back and take in the sheer amount of bags that were pilled into the backseat.

"is there a problem ? " you blink at him innocently, still walking towards what appeared to be the public beach.

he turned back to you, irises huge as saucers before he cleared his throat and shook his head, "nope" his voice cracked, "not at all."

"good" you harumphed, "on my measly sallary, i couldn't afford to buy all of it. thankfully i had your card with me."

Max grimaced at your words, "please just get in, people will think i'm hustling you."

"i hope they do. imagine max verstappen 3X world champion pays for sex ? on the tabloids."

He scoffed and stopped the car, no longer entertaining your trek since your determined trot had morphed into an embarrasing limp and your eyes were starting to water.

"please get into the car, you're in pain."

"no-" you sniffed, wiping your eyes, "no i'm not, my only pain is that my boyfriend doesn't think my job is serious enough or something." you wave a hand over your face, lip wobbling.

You're too busy trying not to sob into your hands to notice that max had parked the car and was currently slamming the door shut to come comfort you, "no, no i do- i think it's serious."

his arms wrap around you as he guides your back again the car, hiding your face into his chest to kiss the crown of your head, "i'm sorry for getting mad and saying those stupid things. it was uncalled for."

you look up at him, chin resting on his shirt, "..and ?"

"and..." he huffs, "i'm sorry for not meeting you at the resturant for lunch and not telling you that i wouldn't be able to make it since my meeting ran over."

you smile at him, giggling under your breath when his hand comes up to wipe your tears away, "my job is super serious, you were mean." you pout.

"yes- i was mean."

biting your lip guility, you take a deep inhale, "and i shouldn't have called your job 'jumbo bumper cars' "

max laughs and kisses your lips softly, "yeah- i think i deserved it."

you grin against his mouth, winding your hands around his neck as he presses you against his chest, hugging you tighter, "yeah you did. but im sorry nonetheless"

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cranberrv · 1 month

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston loses his temper

( a/n : HIII im sorry if this wasnt ur vision but i dont think dallas is one for big apologies so i kinda focused on the arguement more than the apology hope that’s ok… also toxic dallas alert sorry if that isnt ur scene!! also not proofread but hope u cuties enjoy )

it was a late night in mid-summer, and you and dallas were on the porch on the curtis brothers house. he wanted to go out for a smoke, and dragged you along. you were wearing his leather jacket, it was a windy night and you were getting chilly. dallas had goosebumps along his arms.

“are you sure you don’t want it back, dal?” you ask him, insisting on giving him his jacket back.

“nah, sugar, don’t want ya freezin’ to death out here,” he answers, taking a drag of his cigarette as he looks out at the empty street.

“i’ll just go inside, though, so you don’t get hypothermia or something..” you insist, but he grabs your hand and stops you.

“you’re fine, baby, stay with me.” you look up at him and nod, squeezing his hand a bit tighter.

you stand outside for a little while longer. it feels so peaceful standing there with him. his hand that’s rough and dangerous from the punches it throws is enveloping yours in a sweet gentleness shown only with you. his cigarette smoke becoming a mock mist that calms you both down. his deep breathes that are only heard because of how quiet it is.

nothing could ruin this moment.

you felt it was a good time to say the three words. not like you hadn’t said them before — it’s been a year since you’ve started dating, and you’ve both adored each other from the very start. but dallas got funny when you told him what he already knew. tonight would be different, you thought.

“.. i love ya, dal,” you say softly after a few moments of quiet. it felt casual — exactly what he would have wanted. but maybe not casual enough, because there was a short silence following your words.

eventually, he speaks. “i know ya do, sugar.”

you sigh. why is it that he could never stand to say it back?

he catches your sigh. of course he knows what you’re sighing about — he knows you all too well. he chooses not to act on it, not to apologize, not to say anything. he doesn’t want to fight with you. he just takes a drag of his cigarette and plays innocent.

“it would be nice to know that you loved me too, dallas,” you eventually say.

“oh c’mon,” another drag of his cigarette. “you ain’t an idiot, you know i do.”

“do i? i can’t remember one time you’ve said ‘i love you’ to me,” you cross your arms and look up at him.

“this isn’t somethin’ to get pressed on, y/n, the boys are inside and the windows are open,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to stop talking, to pretend like you’re okay. all because he doesn’t want his friends to hear. “and i have said it, baby, you’re just forgetting or somethin’.”

“you have not, i would remember if you have,” you counter, shoving his hand off of you. “i don’t want to argue, dallas, i really don’t—“

“too damn bad, y/n, because you’re sayin’ that i don’t love you, and we both know that ain’t true,”

“then say it.”

“..what?”

“you heard me,” you say. “it has been a whole year of us dating, and you’re never ready to say that you love me,” you raise your voice to get your point across.

“christ, y/n, you’re difficult, huh?” he groans. “it ain’t a big deal, don’t go throwing a tantrum.”

“i’m difficult? dallas, i don’t know if you get how a relationship works, but at this point, you either love me, or you’re done with me. there is no middle ground after this long together.”

“you’re fuckin’ crazy, i know how a relationship works, and i ain’t done with you. don’t go stickin’ words in my mouth,” his voice is raising, too.

“if you’re not done with me, then you love me.” you say, in a desperate attempt to get him to say the three words. you almost want to beg. “it hurts, dallas, that i don’t get that reassurance, that i leave our dates with my words hanging in the air, waiting for a reply,”

he groans. “you know that i do, so what’s the fuckin’ point?”

“you’re unbelievable.”

he scoffs, his voice raising. not quite yelling, but definitely not talking. “holy fuck, you know that i love you, man, so quit bein’ such a bitch!”

the crease in your eyebrow drops as he says that. “don’t call me that,”

“c’mon, man, you’re acting like a fuckin’ lunatic trying to get me to admit somethin’ that i’ve already admitted,” he says, voice still raised. “take a deep breath, maybe get a glass of water, and come back to me once you’re normal again.”

you scoff. “because i’m expressing my feelings, suddenly i’m a lunatic? because i’m not like your old girls, and i actually strive for a healthy relationship, i’m not normal?”

“you’re freakin’ out because i didn’t say it back once, of course i think you’re going crazy.”

“i’m ‘freaking out’ because it’s been a year of ‘thank you’ and ‘i know’ whenever i tell you i love you,”

“you’re being a dumbass, y/n, you know i—“ he cuts himself off, sighing and taking a step back. “fine, man, whatever, you win. go inside and call bucks when you’ve cooled off, i’m goin’ home,”

when he walks past you, the air is thick and unwelcoming. you don’t even bother getting the last word, dreading the fact that he might turn back and lose his shit if you do. he mutters something incoherent under his breath, and walks down the creeky front porch steps, into the dead of night.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

of course, you don’t call bucks. why would you? just so buck can tell you that dallas isn’t there, when in reality he just doesn’t want to talk to you? just so suddenly you’re bending to his will, and he’s getting his way once again? you don’t think so.

dallas does this a lot — whenver you two fight, even if it’s a small one, he needs time to cool off. sometimes it’s a couple hours, sometimes it’s a day. it’s never stretched longer, until now. it’s been three torturous days of waiting for a grand gesture, an apology, anything.

the next day at school, you’re walking through the parking lot during your lunch break, talking to cherry valance and marcia about what happened between you and dallas. they say a lot of “told you so” and “that’s dallas for you”, and you can’t say they’re wrong. they warned you about him, and his reputation for being so short-tempered and stubborn.

the sound of an engine roars behind you, and you and your friends turn your heads to see who is making the noise. it’s a 1957 red thunderbird, you recognize it as buck merrill’s.

“that must be dal’s friend, buck,” you whisper to your friends. “but why would buck be here?”

“he’s a greaser, he’s probably like, 5 grades behind and coming here begging for another shot at graduation,” randy, marcia’s boyfriend, teases. you shoot him a glare, and he shuts up.

“i’ll go see whats up,” you say softly, walking over to the now-parked car.

as you walk over and the window rolls down. it is not buck merrill, like you expected, but it’s dallas winston.

“hi,” you say softly, your walls starting to go up but hesitating, wondering if you’re even still fighting.

“hey, sweetie,” he says, not explaining what he’s doing here.

“what’re doing?” you ask him.

he shrugs. “wanted to see you, i dunno.”

“oh,” you say softly. you hoped for an apology, you hoped for flowers, you hoped for chocolate, you hoped for a hug, you hoped for—

“i shouldn’t of gotten all heated when we talked, it wasn’t cool,” he says, interrupting your thoughts. “and you ain’t a bitch.”

“..thanks.” you say after a few seconds of silence. what a shit apology, you think.

he’s staring out into the parking lot instead of you. “and i’m crazy about you, man,” he looks up at you. “you gotta know that, sugar.”

“thank you,” you repeat again, unsure of what to say.

another beat of silence as he swallows in his throat, before speaking and finally looking over at you. “i love ya, doll,”

you should’ve stayed mad, you should’ve not accepted his awful apology, but you cannot hide the smile tugging at your lips. this is all you’ve asked for from him, and he finally has the courage to admit it.

“i love you too, dallas.” you say softly, leaning into the window and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “thank you,”

“you gotta stop sayin’ that, y/n,” he teases, playfully pushing you away. “go hang out with your stupid friends, man. i’ll come over tonight and hang.”

you nod, and walk away, looking back at him and seeing a small smile on his face. nothing could ruin this moment.

#🎀 announcements #the outsiders #dallas winston #dally winston #dallas #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston fluff #dallas winston x reader #dally winston fluff #dallas winston fanfic #the outsiders dally #dally imagine #dallas winston x y/n #dallas winston x you #dallas winston angst

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rovsemyri · 4 months

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S. GOJO HCS! ₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

random satoru headcannons/imagines ; [ pt 1 ] ಇ.

𐙚.. cw: !cheating au,size kink, degrading, praise, dom!gojo, sub!reader, fem!reader, overstimulation, oral sex (m! receiving, pain kink. toxic!gojo, slapping

𐙚.. synopsis: satoru’s the type to….

SATORU’S the type to make you answer the phone when your boyfriend calls while he’s balls deep pounding into you from the back. making sure to hit your sweet spot each time, amused by your struggle to hide your choked moans. “babe? you there?” your boyfriend's voice comes through the phone. little does he know your being railed by another man. “yeah!” you manage to choke out before having gojo push your head back down into the pillows, thrusting his hips harder each time your boyfriend waits for a response through the phone.

“alright…” your boyfriend slightly catches on a little, but he says nothing. “ so, i'll pick you up at 8:00.. for our date, yeah?” he asks , “yeah! uh- babe, i gotta go- nngh~” you end the call in a panic, not being able to suppress your moans any longer, you already know you’re going to have to make an excuse for your slip up on the phone, but right now, you can’t think straight at all, not when the strongest jujutsu sourcer is stretching out your cunt right now.

satoru groans, tightening his grip on your hips, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he reaches his release. soft groans falls from his lips as he continues fucking into you. you begin to feel yourself giving out…its becoming too much. satoru pulls your hips towards him, slamming himself deep inside of you, causing his name to slip from your lips. “ didn’t you say you could take it, pretty? don’t act like you don’t like it..” he chokes out between his own moans, coming closer to his release. “Your pretty cunt tightened around me while you spoke to him” he let out a chuckle, fastening his pace. “s-satoru“ , please..” you beg him.

not holding back anymore, he grabs you by your hair, pulling you closer to him. “next time, let your boyfriend hear how much better i can fuck you.” he growls into your ear.

SATORU’S the type to continuously fuck you senselessly until you’re no longer able to use words. he’ll promise to go easy on you, fulfilling his promise at first but once your cunt tightens around him, he can’t contain himself anymore and slams himself into you. he loves seeing you completely fucked out, tears running down face, and you slowly giving into letting him use you for his own pleasure. “my pretty slut isn’t finished yet, right baby?” he asks, pulling out just to slam back into you harshly a few seconds later to remind you that he's only getting started.

SATORU’S the type to make you look at him while he’s inside of you, everytime you look away or squirm he'll stop. “didn’t i say to look at me, slut?” he groans, grabbing you by the chin, forcing you to look at him. your eyes welled up with tears, bucking your hips towards him. “keep your eyes up here, pretty girl.”

SATORU’S the type to change positions without warning. ruining you from inside and out, leaving marks on your hips from his big hands keeping them in place. mid-way, he’ll forcefully pull you towards him, flipping you onto your back. he doesn’t even give you enough time to adjust yourself before he pushes his leaking cock back into you. pushing down on your lower stomach, a grin appears on his face. “ya feel that, princess? look how well you take me” he moans as he makes you watch how your lower stomach bulges each time he pushes himself deeper into your walls.

SATORU’S the type to make you hate him on purpose, just for him to remind you how much you love when he fucks you. on your knees looking up at him, your makeup running down your face. “awee you pretty thing..” he smiles looking down at you, slapping the tip of his length on your tongue, admiring every bit of this sight. He knew just how to make you hate him. fucking on you and then ghosting you for weeks, random arguements, especially knowing that your boyfriend didn’t treat you well either. as much as you hated him, you couldn’t help yourself, he just fucks you soooo much better than your boyfriend.

“I hate you.” you coo at him, but instead of the reaction you expected, he just smiled before unexpectedly pushing your head down on his length. “you hate me?” he laughs looking down at you choking on his cock. you try to answer by shaking your head ‘yes’ but he refuses to let you come up for air. pulling you by your hair. . “i don’t think you hate me. you might think you hate me but that filthy cunt of yours says otherwise. I can smell your arousal from here” he says, watching as your eyes water and he finally decides to let you breathe. he lets you breathe for a moment before deciding that was enough even though you haven’t fully caught your breath. he slides himself back into your mouth before watching you flail your arms around before resting your hands resting on his thighs, nails digging into his skin. he winces in pain before saying “breathe through your nose, bitch” as he slaps your face, making you flinch.

you could tell he’s almost at his release by the way his cock twitches each time you tighten your lips around him. you try breathing through your nose more, taking him in your mouth begins to feel easier until he’s pushing you down farther than you already were. you feel the tears spill out of your eyes from how far down your throat he was. wiping your tears he pulls you off him, taking his cock into his hands, swiping himself against your lips slightly to tease you. “open your mouth” he orders and you obey. jerking himself off as he rests the tip of his cock on ur mouth he lets out a soft groan, “what do you say?” he grins. before you're even able to respond, he groans, releasing on your face, watching as he covers your face in his semen. He smiles and says “didn’t i ask you a question?”

“t-thank you”

“good girl”

#gojo smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna smut #gojo satoru #jjk geto #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk nanami #satorugojo #satoru smut #geto smut #jjk hcs #jjk imagines #jjk lemon

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juhaknyeonies · 11 months

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choi seungcheol smau (scoups)

music major!seungcheol x cinematography major!reader

summary: you left home early and don’t have anyone to dorm with at the dorms so you take up rent with a friend, you need to find a job but it’s been a struggle for you and you can’t just let your friend pay rent by yourself so when you find a job you immediately take it but what you didn’t realise was this job had you moving around a lot more than you wanted too. atleast he’s rich, right?

genre: humour, fluff, romance, slight angst

warnings: landlord is a prick, sick people (illness), isolation and arguements

started 27/06/23 - ended tba

updates: every saturday and thursday

feel free to ask to be apart of taglist

a/n: i am not american so the dates when the academic term starts and ends may be a little different, also years of when certain people graduate will be different based on their major.

term 1: early february - early april (beginning of the academic year)

2 week break

term 2: late april - late june

2 week break

term 3: late july - late september

2 week break

term 4: early october - mid december (end of academic year)

6 week break and repeat again

the beginning

profiles 1 (y/n’s squad 😝)

profiles 2 and 2.5 (12 broke uni students + mingyu)

beginning of academic year

recording #1: day too early..

recording #2: job stealer

recording #3: the girl in vernon’s class

recording #4: ncity liquor

recording #5: job interview = happy cheol

recording #6: can you drive??

recording #7: today is not my day

recording #8: guilty

recording #9: are you girlypop?

recording #10: accidentally asked a girl out…

recording #11: cute

recording #12: sleep on the floor

recording #13: texting, i’m bored

recording #14: my fav cousin

recording #15: i wanna go, but i don’t but i did!

recording #16: drunk one-sided fight

recording #17: not jeonghan approved

recording #18: they finally did work!!

recording #19: stupid landlord

recording #20: sorry lee seokmin

recording #21: no they aren’t actually dating.. yet!

recording #22: he’s whipped whipped

recording #23: rtl or fear?

recording #24: rejected but not to your face.. ouch.

recording #25: y/n’s twitter

recording #26: delulu

recording #27: woozi got my back

recording #28: ngl thought it was obvious

recording #29: best wingmans ever

recording #30: spending $127 on someone (simp!)

recording #31: something on your mind

recording #32: oh okay

recording #33: mansae mansae mansae

recording #34: i’m sorry, it was urgent

recording #35: yayaya lets have fun!!

recording #36: gotta go (not by chungha)

recording #37: just s.coups and woozi

recording #38: jeonghan and y/n

recording #39: get on twitter!!!

recording #40: im back, im sorry

recording #41: same dream, same mind, same night

recording #42: cinematography is fun

recording #43: regular (job version)

recording #44: ubb file??

recording #45: creation of adore u (wip)!!

recording #46: quiet

recording #47: for you ofc <3

recording #48: its obvious i adore you

recording #49: lets wait for the future

recording #50: thank you

end of academic year

#➼┊ kwangya university #₊˚ꕥ⊹┊smau: recordings of you #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #seungcheol #svt seungcheol #masterlist #smau #kpop smau #seungcheol x reader #svt #svt smau #seungcheol x y/n #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol smau

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pascals-doll · 4 months

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kill kill 3

joel miller x reader

🫧 lovely gif by the @daydreamingmiller !

🫧 final part | ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧 PART 1 | PART 2

🫧 based of the song kill kill by lana del rey, written loosely around the lyrics

🫧 this is so long but i love it JOEL MILLER IS SO LANA WRITTEN

🫧 description: PORN W PLOT 💅🏽 smut smut smut mm smut! dom!joel, outbreak!joel, shower sex, brief size kink, its like rough sex but so loving, , slight religious mention (not really reader prays), no use of y/n, pet names like (darlin, doll, and princess), brief body worship (reader receiving), also fluffy, mentions of killing (a clicker interaction but its brief), mentions of guns and killing (joel kills clicker), reader is turned on by him holding his gun (also by blood splatter but no id say its more him😭)

One, two, make it fun

Don't trust anyone

One, two, make it fun

Don't trust anyone

🫧

Joel wasnt good with his words, he was better with actions. that is why with the position he has you in your own shower, with each praise, each touch, and each kiss was enough to get you soaked. more than the shower already was.

you were naked within seconds after the sentence left your mouth. he hoisted you up onto him and carried you both into the shower while making out like deprived animals. youre hands ran through his fluffy rough brown hair, slightly tugging as he bit your lip causing you to moan into him. you finally were both under the hot showerhead, feeling his cock grow harder underneath your ass making your stomach bubble in excitement.

both of your tongues colliding together, months of yearning being release. all the anger and sadness you had inside, like a clogged faucet you felt all your problems run through you and out.

Joel’s big rough hands being the only thing engulfing youre now wet body again, you didnt care your hair had just been damp from the shower you took this morning.

you could feel your bodies stick together even more “I aint goin no where, princess” Joel says, fixing his grip on your waist and hoisting you up a bit more since the water caused you slip a little. he aligned his thick tall cock with your pussy “I promise” he devoted himself before slamming himself inside your dripping pussy.

he turns you around so your back is pressed up against your shower-glass door “ah fuck!” you yelp out, the sensation of his cock stretching out your tense hole, god knew how long it had been since youve been touched like this. you couldnt help but indulge in your already cock-drunken thoughts and this shit just started.

your mouth was agape “mhm’ good girl, almost there” he praises, his cock overtaking your warm wet slick halfway before thrusting the rest of his cock into your pussy. you saw stars being overfilled to the brim, you swore his tip was hitting your pelvis if you looked down you wouldn’t be suprise to see the smallest bump reappearing and disappearing right below your stomach.

Joels thrusts started off slow easing you to his size “such a doll for me, pretty l’thang” he worships you, taking in how your tits are bouncing mushed up against his broad pecs “Joel! joel! joel! f-uckkk!-nngnh” you moan out loudly, squirming as you feel his cock reach every crevess and corner of the inside of your cunt. the feeling of himself being the only thing.

“lord have mercy-this fuckin pussy s’perfect…made fa’me” Joel mutters out the lewdest praises.

“needed ma’doll- needed your love” you swore you heard him whine out, hips slightly stuttering mid-fucking into you. Joel had been just as desperate and with the heated arguement you just had, pouring out how you really felt.

Joel felt so guilty, so busy doing everything for everyone else. he couldnt do this one thing for you, you just needed somebody, specifically you needed that somebody to him and his old ass finally comprehended it. the last thing joel wanted was to loose you, after doing everything hes done to protect you. he was going to make sure you were happy, the way you have been doing everyime he came back.

“Oh Joel! m’so close! im gon- cu-cum!” you couldnt even speak, you were babbling to be honest. your ears being engulfed by the sound of slapping from his balls slapping hard against you with the mixture of your juices and shower water. your nails continuing to claw at his back as you try your hardest not to slip out of his grasp with his deep thrusts.

“let it all out ma’girl, ma’good girl” he coos, kissing your neck all the way up to your lips as he pumps you and himself to orgasm.

you felt like pounds of weight had been released the second you came. Joel’s groans get uncontrollable as he approaches his release, unloading his warm cum. the feeling of it coating your walls, pumping softly into you before slipping out of you. youre mind was beyond hazy causing Joel to softly chuckle.

“gotta finish up our shower princess, dont’cha worry ill help you”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It was the next morning.

the feeling of him in your bed, the only man you dreamed of for so long being in your bed once again was finally here.

you felt whole again even with the world infected and feening for survival, you felt like everything was gonna be okay. you had hope and sometimes in this fucked up world, it is needed.

you had woken up before him but you didn’t mind if it meant you got to wake up to your brute softly snoring beside you, one hand extending to your pillow where it was entangled with your hair only minutes ago. youre mind for once felt peace, it was comforting yet eerie. you knew, you couldn’t get too comfortable.

the feeling made you sick slightly. you slowly ease out of the bed, careful to wake up Joel.

you brought out a soft pink cushion, planted it on the floor beside your bed. you proceeded to get on your knees ontop of the soft pink cushion.

you began to pray. you werent much of a religious person but you needed to believe in something. it was more of a meditation for you. you prayed for yourself. you prayed for Joel to be looked after no matter what along with Ellie, not wanting anything to happen to them. you prayed for anything you could think of, it was just something you needed to do.

you were so focused, you couldnt hear Joel slightly move and turn around “is everything okay doll?” he asks very groggily almost mumble like. you open your eyes “yes baby, i was just doing some praying.” you say softly, getting up and putting your cushion back onto ur bed before crawling back inside into his embrace.

“our first day of many, what ya wanna do?” joel asks, his hands completely taking over you as you lay in his embrace “lets cook breakfast? i have everything we would need, two month ago i went to town and traded money for plenty of food and seed packs” you explain with a soft grin “all you had to say was no hunting, doll” he smiled out, playing with your hair. you slap his chest softly chuckling.

after spending some more time indulging each other in bed, joel thought it would be best to get up before it gets too later into the day.

Joel offered to go out into the garden to pick the vegetables but he didn’t know where exactly you planted the vegetables, so you told him to just heat up the stove as you quickly went to pick out the vegetables.

you grabbed your sharp flip knife and made your way to your backdoor that led to your fairly sized yard. it was big or anything but you had space to grow a few crops, there was a small tree and a very worn down small shed.

as you made your way outside, you look around taking in the same old scenery but it felt different. the air you were breathing in even felt different.

you felt more alive.

you began to walk toward your vegtable crops which were only a couple steps away from your shed. as you got near, you see there was a hole in your fence. it wasnt big but definitely enough for something to crawl through.

you became more cautious, proceeding carefully and quietly. you began to cut each vegtable you needed. you felt yourself tense up for no reason, hearing a rustle behind you.

you snap your neck around, you put your basket down and crouching down a little lower and thats when you heard a loud click erupt.

‘oh fuck me’ you thought to yourself.

you began to tread lightly, becoming hyper aware as you crawl slowly and quietly to your barn. each slow and slight crawl, you could hear the clicker approach the gap in your fence.

it wouldnt crawl through as long as you didnt make a noise.

that was till you did, your foot accidentally snapped a branch in half.

you had no other choice but to book it and get into your shed before the clicker ran through that hole.

once you locked yourself in, you began to load the hunting rifle you kept in there until you heard a bang ring through outside.

you felt so much relief “princess! please tell me your okay!” Joel yells out worrisome “yes! im okay! everythings okay!” you reassure, putting the rifle away.

you unlocked the barn door and then beinf greeted by joels embrace. you both spoke in unison.

“there’s s a gap in my fence”

“there’s a gap in your fence”

you sigh deeply, yet the moment still being able to bring you a soft smile “it was not there 4 days ago, it mustve been done recently.” you explain to him, confused.

“lets get inside now and ill talk to Tommy about having the far-out land being checked out” Joel says, kissing your head and grabbing your basket of vegtables.

once you both were inside. Joel began to clean his gun, unloading the clip.

now it’s not completely appropriate to be gawking at him doing this but you couldnt help yourself.

you watched his big broad built arms handle the gun swiftly, like a baby and yet like it was nothing.

“like what ya see, pretty?” he teases you “hm…maybe” you tease back, eyeing him. there was slight blood splatter on his hands and a little on his thick coat over his long sleeve thermal.

even with blood splatter the man looked so fucking sexy. you could feel your panties sticking to your slick folds, like as if he knew what you were talking about. he began to walk closer, his gun in hand but lowered “if im wrong doll, go’head tell me” he says once hes closer to your body and face, he leans down. your face becoming inches away from his.

your breath hitched, the feeling of becoming smaller and smaller as his broad built always manages to over take all of you. he slyly reaches over next to you for his gun holster, putting his gun where it is supposed to be.

you cant help let out a helpless whimper at his tease “awe darlin’ is there somethin’ ya want?” Joel gets closer and closer, his gun out the way. you dont waste anytime in lip-locking with the man, you could say you almost jumped him.

both of your lips locking intensely, starved like as if he didn’t just stuff you full the night before.

“i think i’d rather fuck ma’ breakfast this mornin’, what’ya think doll?”

🫧

One, two, make it fun

Don't trust anyone

One, two, make it fun

Make it fun, make it fun

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veronicafushiguro · 11 months

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Okay I saw that you are taking requests so this is my swing at it. Can I get a Luffy X Fem Reader, and with Boa Hancock instead of being in love with Luffy she is in love with Reader.

Mostly I just need Luffy and Boa fighting for Readers attention. But no matter the end she goes with Luffy as a surprise to Hancock Luffy and Reader had been together.

Just some nice Fluff would be fine, Thank you for your time.

Of course darling!~ I had alot of fun writing this! I hope you like it!<3

Luffy X F! Reader

"🌹And a fight for Love💖"

TW: jealousy, angst, fighting?, Plus alot of Fluff.

Wc: ..... {🦋}

Enjoy!🧡🦋

It was a great day on the Sunny, you were resting on the deck with your head resting on the wall behind you and you were very hopeful that this day would be nice. Until you heard the news from Nami-san that we're going to 'the island of Amazon Lily.' you were quite excited for this, you wanted to see who people called 'the most beautiful woman' and you really were over-joyed at this news. But you thought of it for a bit and were a little confused on how they're even allowed in there, 'it's the island only for women.. right?..' you thought. as they were sailing you kept thinking about how we'd get it, I mean.. half the crew is men so how would that work? But you trusted your navigator very much so you didn't worry longer then you should. mid way to the only women island; Luffy saw you and his eyes lit up with joy, you could just see the happyness in his smile, he walked over to you and greeted you as you couldn't help but smile back at him. "Luffy!.. uh so.. I have one tiny question.. if you don't mind answering it, captain." You said. You were not sure if he'd be interested in your question or not but he was. "mm?.." the young boy looked quite confused on why you'd change the topic so suddenly. "Well.. Nami-san said we're going to Amazon Lily.. but how are we allowed there?.. half of our crew is men.. " you said, still wondering about the whole thing. "Oh! Boa.. me and her are.. friends.." He said with a big smile. "Ah I see.. " you still were wondering about the whole thing but at the same time you didn't want to bother him. You smiled at him and the crew finally made it to Amazon Lily. Boa didn't like you very much at first.. however then she saw how beautiful and stunning you looked and how caring and loving of a person you were. You didn't notice it at first.. but then.. you did notice how she acted around you. She'd blush at the sight of your beauty.. she'd normally be mad if someone as beautiful as you were to look upon her, but she fell for you. And she fell for you hard.. you didn't know how to react to it, I mean, of course you would.. The most beautiful woman is falling in-love with you.. what a rare sight to see!.. However, Luffy, on the other hand was quite mad about Boa paying so much attention to you, he found it quite irritating how you did nothing about it too.. nowadays Luffy and Boa would have little arguements about you. They tried to hide it to make you not to worry but really.. you were the only reason that Boa didn't already kick out your crew and Luffy. She didn't want to make you upset and she didn't want you to leave her but, she really was thinking about confessing her Love to you. Luffy was much more clingy to you when Boa is around then before.

Sure Luffy was clingy. But never has he been as clingy to you as when boa is flirting with you. Boa would always try to win you by her words of praise for you, but you were too flustered by two very hot people who are fighting over you, "I— uh- " you'd say at her words. And Luffy would just cling on to you and pout as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and kept you 'safe' as he would say. And boa on the other hand was very overprotective of you and wouldn't let anyone flirt with you but her. But oh little did she know~ ... Boa kept calling you to her Palace and Luffy kept refusing to let you go alone to her. And of course boa didn't want Luffy to go with you so she let you be. But oh did you think it stopped there?.. oh how wrong you'd be.. the both of them were very protective of you and would often cling on to you and fight over who gets to hug you. But one day when you were on the ship Luffy hugged you tightly from behind and nuzzled his head on your neck, you were very happy to see him again but you knew something was up as he didn't let go. "mm.. someone clingy today?~" you said amused by him being clingy. You smirked and your face was warm and full of Love as ever. "mmm.." he replied not letting go at all and still clinging to you tightly. "What's up?.." you asked, knowing it was something that had to do with Boa. "Nothing.." he said. "Is it about Boa?.." you smirked knowing he was jealous and found it very adorable. "Mm.. Maybe.." he replied with a cute jealous face.. "hm.. can we sleep together?.. he said with puppy eyes. "Awh Sure lu.." you replied with a warm smile. And sleep with him you did.

In fact when Boa found you sleeping with him she was incredibly mad at him. However she didn't want to wake you up ether way so she didn't bother you. But oh when you woke up she cried and cried and cried, with her mad face pouting at Luffy and he couldn't care less. You stand there feeling a little bit bad about it.. but in the end.. you still have your dream man.. and Luffy cared alot about you..

Okay so I finished this faster then I thought- I hope you like it @herwritingartcowboy lovee~

#monkey d luffy headcanons #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #luffy smut #monkey d luffy #straw hat luffy #luffy headcanons #luffy fluff #luffy x you #luffy #luffy fanfic

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simpfordemetri · 13 days

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Can you write where the Volturi guards with a human mate that laughs when their nervous or getting yelled at. (I do this, amd it's awful. Mid arguement, ill start laughing. Horrible for child me growing up)

ALEC

You two were arguing because you left the castle,it was going to be quick but he still got mad.He started scolding you and without warning you let out a giggle causing him to stop talking and frooze looking at you like he was gonna explote.

You covered your mouth whispering how sorry you was and it wasnt funny at all,you just couldnt manage to stay serious in this situations

Even if he said it was fine,he needed a moment to think,for a second he tought you werent taking him serious and that hurted him even if it wasnt like that at all.

DEMETRI

You imterrupted in the throne room without thinking,causing Caius to go mad,so Demetri excused himself and went out,ready to swear at you.There was something that he took very seriously and repeated to you multiple times,dont go there without him.

He was scolding you when you started laughing,he raised his ebrows mumbling to himself ,grabbing you by the arm and guiding you two to his room.

Asking you what was that you explained yourself,which calm him down,he will work on that with you

FELIX VOLTURI

Honestly laughing in an argument with him will cause to end the argument,he cant help but will follow you and you two will end up laughing and apologizing to each other.Seeing you laugh its like music to his ear and will not care,just make sure its not a very serious topic he wants to talk with you,if so,he will wait until your done laughing.

JANE VOLTURI

No.She does not understand where you are coming from,in her perspective you are disrespecting her and thats not funny at all.Doesnt matter how many times you try to make her know the situation she just think they are excuses to avoid arguments,if you want her to not give you the silent treatment you better contain yourself and express your anxiety in other way

#twilight #the twilight saga #the volturi #twilight saga #alec volturi #demetri volturi x reader #felix volturi x reader #alec volturi headcanons #felix volturi headcanons #alec volturi x human #alec volturi x y/n #jane volturi x y/n #jane volturi x imagines #jane volturi headcanons #felix volturi x y/n #felix headcanons #demetri volturi x you

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kingmagnificoofrosas · 5 months

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 ✨️

I did make an edit here to prove my point ... well sorta ...

Let's begin with: how hold would you have thought Magnifico is if he still had his dark hair like Amaya?

At the very beginning of the movie we see that they are around the same age. It is said that Amaya is 30 or in her early 30s. Which makes sense because she seems young, no wrinkles. So what about Magnifico?

First of all, before I continue and people go crazy, this is 'obviously' my own opinion and headcanon, and I base it off of real life expirience!

Now, if we study Magnifico's face when it's resting, we can clearly see that he hardly has any wrinkles besides those normal expression ones that appear when an adult smiles, frowns etc. The only thing that stands out is the hair.

Ok. Now, let's say Magnifico is in his mid 30s, that would actually make sense.

Some people in that age range look way older and some don't. As a hairdresser I've seen it all. 80+ year olds with hardly any gray hairs and 18+ starting to turn gray and 30+ year olds being totally silver. It's a genetics thing! It's not always the age!

I'm tired of people saying gray hair is an immediate indicator for old age. Nope. It's not. One of my clients is in his early 50s and has snow white hair with only a few silver streaks. He turned gray by 18 and by the age 30 he was totally dark gray/silverish.

As to wrinkles, yes, again, genes. One can look way past their age and the other way around. But let's leave that be for now.

Some argue, but he build up a whole kingdom. He must be old. Nope. From the artbook we know that Magnifico build the palace on top of an already exsisting empty building. And we may not forget that he could do magic at this point. So it's safe to say the whole "building a kingdom" went by quicker.

Another arguement I heard is : he's voiced by Chris Pine, and he's 43.

So? The age of voice actors has literally 0 to do with the age of animated characters! So that arguement falls appart.

I even asked friends and family members to guess Magnifico's age, ignoring the fact that he has dark gray hair. Guess what they said. They all guessed the same. Early to mid 30s.

Of course, people can believe what they want. But I personally, headcanon Magnifico 35 tops.

And btw, I think the dark gray makes him even more attractive.

#disney wish #wish 2023 #king magnifico

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kings-highway · 22 days

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Haikyuu Captain Squad Flash Fiction: Miniature Rocket

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Bokuto comes back from a summer holiday, and one of the first things he does is knock on Kuroo's door. He holds up the box that he's holding - "Look what I got," he says, grinning. "It's a miniature rocket. Apparently it can launch like a hundred feet high. Can you help me build it?"

Kuroo is a little skeptical, but his interest in launching a rocket gets the better of him. Plus, he's pretty sure Bokuto will light a fire if left unattended with this thing.

So he agrees, and they head out to an empty park field that morning to go build the thing. Kuroo likes to think he's pretty good at this sort of activity, but after about an hour and six separate arguements, he throws the piece he was holding down into the grass.

"Dude, this is impossible. We need help," Bokuto groans, flopping into the grass.

Kuroo thinks about this for a moment, before making a call on his phone.

- When Daichi arrives to help, he finds the two boys rather dispairingly stretched out in the grass.

"Why do you think I'll be able to help?" he asks, sitting down with them and beginning to look at the pieces.

"I dunno, you're like, good with this kinda stuff, yeah? Like the building stuff."

Daichi stares at Bokuto for a second before looking at the rocket again, and deciding he may as well give it a go. Unfortunately, thirty minutes of frustrating confusion later and they've made no progress.

"You know who might be able to help?" Daichi says, pulling out his phone.

- Ushijima is next to arrive on scene, standing above them and staring down at the three idiots as they go through the pieces and explain what they think they're supposed to do.

"Are there not instructions?" Ushijima asks, frowning.

Daichi has the good sense to seem embarassed, scratching at the back of his neck before nodding to the other boys. "I just assumed if they needed help there hadn't been any."

"I... didn't check..." Kuroo mumbles.

Ushijima turns to find the box, digging around inside to produce a small folded booklet for instructions.

"Alright, bud," Kuroo calls. "Just tell us what to do and we'll do it."

"I cannot."

"Excuse me?"

Ushijima looks over to them. "I cannot read it. Where did you buy this?"

"Mexico," Bokuto says, prompting Kuroo to plant his face into the grass.

"Give me a moment," Ushijima says, turning away to make a phone call.

- "Alright... so... no, put the long piece... yeah, just connect it in like that-" Oikawa honestly wasn't so thrilled at being dragged out here mid-afternoon, but he hadn't had anything better to do. Daichi and Kuroo are both covered in grass stains by now, but at least they're almost done. "Okay, then- wait, shit, sorry - we're gonna need the wigglymajig back-"

"I thought you knew how to read Spanish," Bokuto frowns, where he's standing over Oikawa's shoulder and pretending he's helping.

"Yeah, everyday normal words," Oikawa replies. "I didn't exactly study my engineering vocabulary, this shit is complicated."

"It's just a toy," Ushijima says.

"You're just a toy, shut the hell up."

Either way, after about two hours of guided help, they have arranged the rocket and managed to get it's innards working to the best of their abilities. They set it up on it's launch pad, and all scramble back the reccomended distance.

"Alright, blast off!" Bokuto says.

Nothing.

"Blast. Off," Bokuto repeats, annoyed.

Still nothing.

"Did we do-"

The question Daichi was about to ask, 'did we do something wrong,' is immediately answered by the rocket exploding into a million pieces, making them all jump and flinch back as it's plastic is scattered in all directions.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu captain squad #haikyuu captain squad fanfiction #sawamura daichi #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto kotaro #ushijima wakatoshi #oikawa tooru

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whoahoney · 2 years

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hi ml, I’m not sure if you’re taking requests! but I’ve seen a few people request work from you. if not that’s totally fine and I’m sorry for the inconvenience! but I have this imagine in my head😭

eddie x best friend, they get tickets to some rock/metal concert (you pick:)) & she gets insanely jealous when she finds him making out with some chick in the pit, so then she finds a random guy to flirt with in the pit, and it all goes downhill from there, then he finally confronts her abt it & they both sorta confess mid arguement😭 I feel like that’s such an Eddie thing to do. “I love you you stupid ass fucking bitch”💀

You’re so lovely, thank you for this!! 😭 this helped my writers block 💖 I’m a sucker for friends to lovers!

Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Eddie and Y/n face difficulties and repressed feelings in the pit of a Judas Priest concert.

Content Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), fem!reader, drug use (they high asf), toxic friends to lovers, language, angst/comfort, reader pushes Eddie around a lot out of anger but nothing wild, PDA in the pit, groping

Part 2

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Eddie and Y/n had spent the last 3 1/2 hours in the freezing cold, waiting in line for the pit to open at the Judas Priest Concert in Indianapolis. The friends had saved for months to be able to purchase tickets, Priest being apart of the foundation of their friendship.

The two met at the beginning of high school; both outcast for their shared love of a darker aesthetic and louder music, and soon finding solace within one another one rainy day when Jason Carver broke her tape and Eddie happened to notice it was Judas Priest. He quickly offered to give her his own copy, which she happily accepted.

It wasn’t long before the two developed feelings for each other; sneaking glances, hiding the dirtiest thoughts that floated around in their brains when they were alone together in each other’s rooms, not to mention the jealousy they’d feel when seeing the other pay any attention to a member of the opposite sex.

Y/n had gotten used to Eddie’s easy way with words around the girls at the bars in the city they frequented, both of them having their ways to combat the green monster. Eddie had yet to get used to guys offering to buy drinks for his crazy beautiful and dorky best friend and wrap their arms around her front to keep her close to their chests; the way he’d wanted to forever.

Most times they went out resulted in bickering and tension for unknown or unspoken reasons; Eddie getting upset about creepy dudes touching his friend and loudly breaking it up, or Y/n seething in the corner with a whiskey in hand as Eddie leaned closer to some blonde at the bar, only noticing his friends displeasure when she paid her tab and obnoxiously reached into his pants pocket for his keys without a word to him or a glance to the girl he was entertaining.

Of course he’d always go after her, but not without exchanging words.

‘What is your fuckin problem?’

‘Every time we go out you always gotta—‘

‘So you like weird dudes looking at you like that? You think they wanna take you home to mom, really? Think again!’

‘You and sluts, Eddie, what the fuck is up with that?’

‘You could do so much better!’

Always ending with

‘I’m sorry…’

‘I just wanna protect you’

‘You only deserve the best.’

‘I wouldn’t be with anyone that had a problem with our friendship’

‘You’re my best friend’

So the last couple months consisted mostly of the two staying in at their own places, ordering take out, watching movies, and of course smoking and drinking. The evenings they didn’t get together they typically shared a phone call after work, most of the time during dinner.

Y/n would giggle at Eddie’s garbled speech over the phone as he shoveled Chinese noodles into his mouth, ranting about the disappointing ending of his latest novel and listing the ways he could’ve made it better.

Eddie enjoyed hearing Y/n’s stories of her days spent taking classes at the community college, slowly but surely crawling her way to a degree while only doing part time. He enjoyed hearing her spill endlessly about her major, learning from her the more she spoke and reveling in the passionate way she described it all.

They hadn’t been able to hang out in a couple weeks, phone calls coming by more frequently than their physical beings, but this meant the time spent together the day of the concert would be even more fun and special.

Until the cold front moved in.

The two didn’t mind getting closer, playing thumb war as a poor excuse to hold hands. It wasn’t long after that until the doors opened and the two held onto each other tightly, heading through security just fine until they hit the pit.

They bumped and cursed their way through as rogue fans went in hard with elbows. They got about midway before the wiggle room ended, though they were satisfied with their view of the middle of the stage. Eddie looked down at his best friend and smiled fondly at her.

Her eye makeup tonight reminded him of the way she used to do it when they first became friends, thick and dark on the top and bottom lash line, a little smokey on the edges.

She caught his stare and blushed a deep pink before averting her eyes, “What is it? Is my makeup already fucked? Lipstick on my teeth?” She flashed her front teeth as he chuckled and shook his head.

She quickly ran her tongue over her teeth and crinkled her brow in confusion. “Did you take your edible already?” She giggled as they shuffled forward.

“Pfft, no.” He lied.

Y/n rolled her eyes, knowingly.

“If we’re playing that game, I didn’t either.” She stuck out her blue tinted tongue from the gummies they shared. Eddie chuckled and stuck his own out, the matching blue patch sitting in the middle of his tongue.

Y/n shivered at the thought of his mouth tasting the exact same as hers did at this moment. She saw the couples surrounding them, guys holding their girls to their sides or fronts protectively, the way she wanted to be held by Eddie so badly. There was a couple times the instances occurred though it was always after drinks and under jealous pretenses.

It wasn’t real.

Eddie was just protective. Maybe a little territorial. But Y/n didn’t mind it. If anything she wished he would indulge in it more.

By the time the show started, the lights began flashing brilliant purple, blue, and yellow, the crowd was roaring so loud the space between Eddie and Y/n was quiet enough to speak.

“C’mon, follow me, we’ll get closer.” He nodded, spotting a way through a couple gaps. He stepped quickly without grabbing her hand properly—used to her being hot on his heels, when suddenly a girl cut her off midway, following Eddie through the gaps and disappearing as the crowd closed in.

“Eddie! Eddie Munson!” She called, jumping up to try to spot the usually easy to find mop of curls, but lamented when she realized there were a million of them now. She went the way she last saw him go, calling for him the whole way and searching for him in a sea of people who held no interest in her personal space or search for her friend.

“Eddie Munson, you fucking bastard!” She cursed, ducking through wandering hands and bitchy looks while their favorite songs played. She felt tears prickling at her eyes as her limbs became heavy from swimming against the current and groaned when she reached a dead end without finding him.

She leaned against the railing for a breather, a stray tear escaping before she gathered her bearings and decided to continue in a new direction. With a breath she turned to look at the stage and spotted the Dio backed vest just a few feet ahead.

Her heart soared, a laugh of relief coming from her as she took a step towards him, when suddenly a woman’s leg wrapped around his side. Y/n now noticed the fingers tangled in his hair as he stumbled backwards towards the railing. The blonde from before attached to his mouth like a sucker fish, though he seemed to be enjoying it.

Y/n stood gaping and cemented as Beyond the Realms of Death played, the song she had hoped to hear the most. She saw the way her fingers curled around his arm, how his roamed down her back and pulled her closer by her leg. Her chest ached when she saw him practically melt against the girl, his rings digging into her bare flesh.

Y/n choked out a sob when the girl moved to his neck, probably sucking a hickey at the crook of it where Y/n had rested her head many times. Eddie cracked his eyes open as he sighed blissfully, meeting her broken gaze as her makeup ran and ran and ran.

His eyes widened, dropping the girls leg from his waist and taking a step towards his friend. “Y/n!” He called as her eyes turned from hurt to pain and then anger within a second. She marched forward, the blonde’s confusion going unnoticed by Eddie as he took bounding steps away.

“Y/n—“His words were silenced with a shove to his chest and a mighty grunt from his friend, directing him into the pit where she originally wanted to be.

“Fuck you!” She spat on her way past him. He caught her arm and spun to her to face him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lose you! Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, you looked so concerned with your tongue down that bitch’s throat. Save it.” She shrugged away from him.

“Is that what this is about? Oh, come ON. What is your problem? We’re friends, right? Friends help friends get laid, why can’t you just be my friend? Why can’t you let me have anyone?” He cried.

Y/n’s eyes widened as the fucks fled her body, biting back an unhinged smile stretching on her face at his words. To be fair, she probably looked horrifying, but inside of her a switch had flipped and she suddenly felt eerily calm.

“Y’know what, Ed? Don’t worry about me. Have a good fucking show.” She said with a seemingly earnest smile on her face as she wiped the last falling tears and mascara streaks from her cheeks. Before Eddie could manage a response she turned on her heel and made her way deeper into the crowd, tuning into the noise and choosing to deal with her crumbling heart later.

Eddie followed after her, watching the top of her head swerve through the crowd for almost a whole song until he realized the person he’d spotted wasn’t even her to begin with. Worry began to set in as soon as his edible did. “Y/n?” He called, turning in circles as people chastised his tall figure for obstructing the view.

Before he could finish calling her name again, he heard her giggle. He turned, almost sighing in relief at the thought of her just trying to mess with him by playing a short lived game of hide and seek, when he spotted her under the arm of some punk with a head of fiery curls, the two practically touching noses as they sang Love Bites to one another, making daring little touches against one another’s face and hands.

Eddie seethed as the guys arm slipped from her shoulder to her ass, using his other index finger to tilt her chin to meet his lips. Eddie grabbed her hand that was poised to cup the guy’s cheek right before their lips could meet, and jerked her away and into him, barreling towards the back of the pit and ready to leave.

He could hear her shouts of protest though he wasn’t met with any resistance from her as he guided her through the crowd. He led her out of the arena and into the deserted hallway, the roar of the crowd and the muffled wailing of the guitar sounded through the stone walls.

Eddies face was hard with anger, his jaw clenched tightly as he ran a hand down his face. Y/n finally ripped her wrist away and shoved Eddie again, his back hitting the wall—a stifled groan rippled from his chest as he did.

“You’re such a goddamn hypocrite, you know that?” She barked. Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Who’s the real hypocrite here? I can’t have the same reaction you did? You just had to try to—“

“You call that the same reaction? I didn’t even kiss the guy and you made us leave the entire concert but you were almost swallowed by a human goldfish and I can’t be a little upset?” She cried, her eyes betraying her anger by glossing over.

Eddie swallowed thickly. “We were just talking, and-and the crowd made us get really close—She grabbed me, I just didn’t—“

“I don’t care to hear about it.” She dead panned, wiping her face and turning to either walk back into the concert or leave the place entirely, she hadn’t decided.

“Oh my god, yes you fucking do!” He cried, hot tears prickling behind his eyes as his throat closed up, the sight of her walking away from him unbearable.

She spotted the exit at the end of the hall and turned to yell to him. “Yeah, I do, Eddie, just not the way you do!” She shoved through the door carelessly marching into the freezing cold.

She ended up in an ally, a couple dumpsters on either side. Y/n groaned and turned in worried circles as she tried to fight the choking sobs that threatened to escape her. Streams of hot tears poured from her eyes as she crouched down by the trash and pressed her fists into her forehead to relieve the pressure of the heartbreak beating into her head as she heaved.

Suddenly the door shoved open and Eddie stomped out, ready to go down swinging if she fought riding home with him, when his face softened at her broken form on the ground in front of him. She peaked up at him, shooting him a glare right before he yanked her up and pushed her against the wall this time.

“Eddie—“

“No. My turn.” He almost spat, the breath of his words hitting her mouth and nose as he spoke. His hands planted on either side of her head as he caged her in. “I have spent so long trying to show you. Trying to get you to decide—that maybe if we did our own things it’d help. I’m—Every time, Y/n. Every time someone shows interest in me, the first thing I do is compare them to you—to my best friend. My… my perfect best friend.” His voice weakened.

“For a while it felt like-like you were just trying to protect me, like you felt I could do better, but now it’s like you just don’t want anyone to have me, and—and I just can’t understand why??” His voice cracked. “Every time I think we’re going somewhere I hit dead ends and I’m okay with being friends, I’d die before giving that up, but if we’re only friends you can’t—“

“What??” Is all she managed. “What do you-what do you mean—Eddie, you’ve practically kept me at an arms length since you started dating people! But lately, it’s like—ugh!” She exclaimed in exasperation. “It’s felt like maybe you might see me differently—but then you just jump on the first chance you get. At our concert?” She hiccuped and looked to the ground when her vision became too blurry.

“Sweetheart…” He cooed.

“Stop it! I do wanna be friends but it hurts every time we—“

“I love you, you stupid fucking bitch!” He took her face in his hands and spoke over her loudly, gently shaking her with urgency.

Y/n’s eyes widened, a soft gasp leaving her at the confession. Her throat closed a as her brain short circuited, her tears spilling down her cheeks. “I—wha—“

He scoffed and crashed his lips against hers, mouthing at her stunned lips until they melted and moved against him. She let out a whine of relief, perhaps all the years of longing pouring out of her when he opened the floodgates.

She leaned back against the wall, his hands cradling her jaw while his fingers wrap around the nape of her neck, gently clenching the roots of her hair.

Her hands started the same, quickly moving down his neck and roaming his chest. His breath caught noticeably when she wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him flush against her, raking her nails down his back gently and pulling a sigh from him.

They finally pulled away, though Y/n pressed her head into the side of his neck, the opposite side of where the blonde had spent her time. The two sat in silence, holding one another and trying to form whole sentences and figure out where to go next.

“I love you too… I always have..” She whispered, not missing the sharp inhale of surprise he drew in. “You stupid fucking asshole.” She giggled before pressing a long open mouthed kiss to the side of his neck. Eddies eyes rolled back in his head when she began sucking softly.

He was ripped from his trance when she shoved him away towards the door, grabbing his hand on her way past in his dazed state and tugging him back inside. “But we’ve waited too long for Judas fucking Priest to miss it just for you to fuck me behind a dumpster.” Eddie cackled madly and ran after her.

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rawliverandgoronspice · 10 months

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Actually, sorry, I still don't see why TOTK is imperialistic. The imperialistic one does seem to be Ganon in his greed to conquer. I'm not saying I doubt your argumentsz just... Could you help me understand that?

Hey, yes! No problem at all. If that's okay with you, I'll compile my arguments in a series of links where I reply to previous asks.

Again, I want to reiterate that I don't think what we see in-game is secretely an imperialistic story about Rauru being a bad guy. We can speculate all we want, but there is no evidence in-world for Ganondorf to be anything other than a horrible baddie. My point is not that Ganondorf is secretely misunderstood in TotK, but that I believe Nintendo should have constructed its storytelling in a way that avoided falling into very loaded narrative patterns with real-life imperialistic echoes, and I am criticizing that they didn't try to deliver a version of Hyrule that gracefully accepted its own history, its influence over the world and its inherent moral grayness, instead of nervously scrubbing itself of substance out of fear of its own legacy.

This is the big one, that addresses the game's framing and why I think TotK's version of Hyrule parallels imperialist narrative movements.

This one talks about my problem with Rauru's character writing and what doesn't land for me.

This one is about why I don't think Nintendo is cackling about that good imperialist story they did, that it was probably accidental but still worth mentioning.

And this one, which I assume is the previous ask you sent me, adresses why I think saying that the zonais (and Sonia) are also PoC-coded kind of misses the point in my opinion.

Hope this clarifies my argument! I feel like, as the conversation matures in the fandom, this specific position (not talking for anyone else but me here) is getting kind of warped into something that it's not, or being conflated with the way people are creatively invested in the characters, which, while I certainly won't deny one obviously feeds off the other as far as I'm concerned*, are two separate things.

Again, it's completely fine to disagree! Or to agree and not be put off (everyone stop feeling guilty over the rare joy we manage to catch mid-flight --we can critique media without demanding people to Feel Bad as a result of the conclusions): it's a really fun game and I did play over a hundred hours! But I think the conversation is at least worth considering in a way that isn't caricatured as its weaker arguements.

*(to be very transparent so my own position is crystal clear, and it helps people making up their own mind: Ganondorf touches me as a character because of the way he inherently tries to fight against the limitations Hyrule/The Goddesses/the fiction itself try to force upon him --to devastating and unproductive results-- so the more his own canon tries to flatten him and the more poignant his character becomes to me. Won't deny that! It's this exact realization that made me spiral into hyperfocus to begin with --I am deeply touched by themes of tragic ambition and the impossibility of meaningful rebellion while STILL willingly burning everything down for the sake of refusing your place in the universe, even when the only thing accomplished by the end was the unflinching expression of your agency as well as General Suffering. So of course he would just catch me by the throat like that, that bastard. That being said, I don't think TotK Ganondorf (or any Ganondorf tbh) is a poor little meow meow, especially not in this game's canon where he is *obviously* nothing more than a threat to be stumped and doesn't ever meaningfully oppose you ideologically, which is kind of my problem. Even OoT Ganondorf, simplistic as he may be, questions Hyrule's inherent stability, inevitability and glory in many, many ways. Here's another, final post about why I liked the gerudos better in OoT despite All of The Problems, that partially addresses this exact point!)

#asks #thoughts #totk #totk critical #totk spoilers #ganondorf #rauru #when will my brain return from the imprisoning war....#thanks for the ask!#it actually allowed me to rassemble my points in a more digestible way so it's pretty neat #I feel like I forgot a couple of posts so maybe I'll add stuff back later #again while I think I'm right because I mean... I wouldn't invest that much typewriting in the whole thing otherwise #I'm completely fine with counterpoints and cordial disagreements #(as long as the counterpoints are not like huge mischaracterizations or understand that... I'm talking about the narrative framing)#(not the reality of Hyrule itself)#(I don't care about Hyrule itself it's not real!!!)#((I mean I care deeply but you understand me))

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quitealotofsodapop · 5 months

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Assorted LMK headcanons cus im busy with new years stuff rn;

Macaque will deliberately use australian slang he's learned from Jade-Face and the Gold & Silver twins to torment Wukong. Especially if done in a fake aussie accent, he loves the pained look on Wukong's face as he tries to decipher what the heck Mac just said.

Red Son was a LOUD baby. Like, crying all the time colicky baby. PIF and DBK had many a sleepless, self-hating nights thinking they were doing something wrong. Later it was discovered that hosting the Samadhi Fire was like an intense chronic pain for baby Red. One of the reasons he lashed out at others as a toddler was because he was in physical pain from the power affixed to his tiny-underdeveloped soul. Once the Samadhi Fire was removed, Red Son canonically knocked straight to sleep - chronic pain do be making you sleepy.

+Sadly this also means that Ao Lie was riddled with chronic burning joint pain in his later life from absorbing a fourth of the Fire. He was very good at hiding it. Mei starts to develop odd burning aches in her mid-twenties and isn't sure why.

Princess Iron Fan and Demon Bull King did in fact have a huge break-up/separation prior to his imprisonment. It was a arguement over Red Son being trained in the Southern Ocean by Guanyin. DBK wanted to tear the place apart to get his son back and begin the glorious expansion of their domain. PIF knew that this wouldn't go down well with Heaven and the Bodhisattvas, and argued that they could just ask for Red Son and... settle down together, no royal fixings required (hmm, parallels to another pairing anyone >:3?). Be a happy old couple outside the Flaming Mountain. But DBK didn't want that (at least right then), he wanted the world to recognise that his family had been done great injustices by Heavens and others for too long. He wanted his Queen to recieve even a tenth of her birthright as a Celestial Princess, and wanted his child to be recognised as an heir of the Jade Throne. As her husband charged off to make his intentions known to the world; PIF called up a certain monkey to do something she would regret for many centuries to come...

PIF is a lot more perceptive of the cruelty that the Heavens can bestow than she lets on.

If Spider Queen had kept her husband captured on New Years for even a minute longer, than PIF would have called up old contacts to bring the wrath of the Buddha onto her. She didn't appear in-story because she was busy organising a raid party.

+Also the reason why nobody in the Celestial Realm said anything/pretended not to notice when the MKrew showed up. Many of the guards were on standby if the Spider Queen decided to do her own Havoc in Heaven once she had SWK captured. A lot of the royal family was hiding in their own palaces waiting for an all-clear.

#lmk hcs #lmk headcanons #lmk #lego monkie kid #l #lmk aus #lmk pif #lmk princess iron fan #lmk dbk #lmk demon bull king #lmk red son #lmk demon bull family #the monkey king and the infant au #the monkey king and the infant #also applies to my tmkati au #lmk ao lie #lmk mei #long xiaojiao

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gamblersdoll · 6 months

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THE WARM ,THE COLD ,THE SIX.

summary: your two teenage friends try to win your heart.. to what extent?

content contains adult themes, such as death, mature themes, angst, comfort, ect. my work is not suitable for many people. reader discretion is advised.

chapter one.

“you gonna be my wife, y/n?” gojo teased, peaking over his glasses. he had a am slinging around your shoulders bending to your height. how he was already six foot one at seventeen was astonishing. but he is satoru gojo after all.

“you think id set the bar for you that low? i value myself.” you said, peeling his arm off and looking at him with your arms folded. “youre delulu.” you said, shaking your head.

“hey– hey! dont call me that, youre delulu for not taking a chance.” he said, huffing like a child not getting his little snack from his local mart-wal or shop. “just give me one chaaance , mrs satoru..!” he said, a whine and pout. he was going to speak again until geto showed up.

“oh satoru, please stop whining over her. shes your type yes, but no need.” geto appeared, his eyes slightly hanged low towards you.

“haa?” he said, looking to him. “you know shes hot and you blame mee!?” he exclaimed, growing a little hissy fit. “isnt she your type too? you should understand, emo!” he pouted, looking away from both of you.

“not confirming nor denying, but she probably wouldnt want a delusional man whining.” geto said, taking his hair out of a bun and letting it fall. god, he should at least have a girlfriend right now , nor a situationship.

“would both of you stop calling me that?!” he yelled, causing the boys to bicker and banter against each other. you had managed to slip away from that, and into your own room.

you shouldnt had agreed to share a apartment with them, geto with hair that sheds like a damn shepherd, gojo having some randos come over, geto having icky scented candles lit, ect. especially when they argue about something, you always became the middle man and youd somehow argue too because one didnt like your response.

you understood the shedding, since you had a head full of hair anyway, and maybe they thought you had icky scented candles. like the time you had a sour apple candle going and geto side eyed you for it. but it was home, your home.

you had closed the door, slipping out of uniform and changing into a baggy shirt with some shorts. you liked being comfortable, the only problem was the shorts riding up because of your thighs and you sometimes hated it. you hadnt worn it outside your room persay, but you needed to at that moment to cook something at least.

which would be the absolute death of you.

you walked out of your room to the kitchen, having geto and gojo stop mid arguement, only to look respectfully of course.

his blue eyes on you.

his brown eyes on you.

you felt them, you shouldnt care, but you couldnt. you felt like a animal with two predators on you, drooling. you heard them both breathe heavily while you got on the step ladder to reach for the cajun seasoning. you felt them breathe on you even being a few feet away.

“told you shes hot.” gojo said, using his hands to demonstrate your curves, meanwhile looking at geto.

“thats….” geto sighed, looking away from you finally. “okay.”

“im uh … making cajun chicken and pasta.” you tried to change the topic, but it was about you.

“unt unt.” gojo sounded, shaking his finger side to side, clicking his tongue. “we arent gonna ignore this little fit you got on.” he said, practically frantic in his eyes. he wasn’t desperate for you, but, he was eager.

“gojo, its shorts and a big ass tee, i look terrible.” you said, flatly.

“you dont know what a homeless outfit on a hot bitch like you does to me.” he said— was he getting closer? you had to do a double take.

“gojo, two steps back to where you were!” geto demanded–

yeah, he was getting closer, he had those eyes that made him look crazy, acting like a tweaker. you stepped back as well, no longer looking at his direction, but looking for your cast iron skillet. you were hearing him and geto say something but you didnt pay attention until you squatted back up–

“gojo, get back here n..”

“—and if you dont, i wont hesitate to rip it off with my teeth maybe.” gojo finished, looking at where you ended up against him. he was at fault since he was in your bubble, but you brushed up against him when you squatted back up to your height. and it made him lose his cool on the inside. he didnt mind it though.

everyone was quiet, geto pinching the bridge of his nose. geto had his own thoughts about you, but he could keep it to himself, unlike gojo. he relied on actions instead of words, thats why helps cook, clean, or just help you with your hair.

“it isnt wise for you to wear shorts like that around. you can throw some pants over it or ill rip them off with my teeth.” he warned, trapping you against the fridge with a arm beside your head.

you hated when he did that, when hed talk to you all low and heafty with his eyes low and lidded. this time is like that but he had such a mean face. you only hated it because it was like one of those boyfriends that spoke to you all dark and low.

“go get me some pants then, out my drawer geto..?” you sighed, keeping an eye on gojo and keeping distance.

after that whole fiasco, you were in your room. you were just reading up until you heard them bicker again, and they called your name.

you came out to the banter, feeling like its stupid. until they asked you something about if cookies are better well done, normal, or undercooked. you sighed, finally answering.

“cookies are better soft, so somewhere between undercooked and normal cooked. i also kinda like medium rare cookies.” you said, finding peace in that answer, until gojo spoke up.

“you pretty and pretty thick and all but what the hell is a medium rare cookie???” he asked, making the confusion of questions.

“please do explain, y/n.” geto chirped in, putting his hair up.

#jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #jujutsu gojo #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jjk #jujutsu geto #gojo satoru

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