#i am enamored by how much he actively sucks

[k4pp4-8]

Thinking about the cringefail loser

#i need him #i dont care how many crime he commits he's just being silly!!!! #i am enamored by how much he actively sucks #he's been going out of his way to fail since day one i respect that #buggy the clown #one piece #op fanart #op buggy #my art #kappart

[tanoraqui]

☔ for the ask game? (idea you're not sure you'll write, if the emoji doesn't come through)

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I kind of dropped out of the MDZS fandom like a rock after finishing my novel-length longfic, and the fic I most regret leaving unwritten is a bullet-point au in which Jiang Fengmian just cannot find his friends' lost son, he gives up, so Wei Wuxian grows up entirely on the streets, scrounging his way to enough cultivation education to invent demonic cultivation (because that's still the kind of person he is), and JFM assuages his conscience a little by inviting a different random clever basically-an-urchin - Meng Yao - into Jiang Sect.

Highlights include:

Meng Yao: wow the obvious fault lines in this family make everyone so easy to manipulate- wait, am I being offered real affection and trust? That's...fine.

Meng Yao trying desperately to hide his background, but he goes to visit his mother when she's ill. Jiang Cheng follows him, because Meng Yao is his best (only) friend, and Jiang Yanli follows Jiang Cheng to make sure he doesn't get in trouble, and then (JYL steps on JC's foot to stop him from saying the first thing that comes to mind) they both react with compassion and sympathy rather than scorn to Meng Shi and her profession. Meng Yao experiences several more Real Emotions.

Teen rogue cultivator Wei Wuxian just kinda. invites himself. to Lan Summer School, on the strength of Cangse Sanren's name. JFM is delighted when he hears, encourages JC to befriend him (Meng Yao: [jealous cat hisses]) and would have invited him home at the end of the summer...if WWX didn't get himself expelled halfway through for punching Jin Zixuan's smug face.

He also crashes Terrible Wen Summer Camp. Gets stuck in a cave with Lan Wangji, etc.

Wei Wuxian has kinda been a Batman-esque vigilante in Yiling (moody, dramatic, clad in black, fights ghosts and also bad guys). When the Wens move in, he shifts to being a more actively anti-authoritarian Batman-esque vigilante. Wen Qing is annoyed. Wen Ning is enamored.

The Wens attack Lotus Pier, because they were always going to attack Lotus Pier next. Jiang Cheng does get his golden core torn out. Wen Ning rescues him, because Wen Ning is always a hero even if Wei Wuxian isn't immediately present. Meng Yao decides it's time to do what he does best...so he promised Jiang Cheng that he'll be back, then goes to the Nightless City and says, "oh golly gee, I, second disciple of Jiang Sect, am so defeated and humbled by the mighty Wen! Can I please join, oh magnificent masters?"

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian has rescued Lan Xichen (this is gonna get him so many bonus points with his sexy law-abiding nemesis LWJ) , and then gotten himself thrown into the Burial Mounds for snarking at Wen Chao...which is a lot like throwing Brer Rabbit into the briar patch

Sunshot Campaign! With no golden core, JC can't really rebuild Jiang Sect, but he gets reliable intel from a man on the inside and he humbles himself enough to ask Wei Wuxian for tutelage in talismans, and of course you'd literally need to tie him up to keep him from going out and kicking ass.

Wei Wuxian is peak Yiling Patriarch because it's the right thing to do. (LWJ: Come back to Gusu with me (so I can aggressive cleanse your spirit, then maybe dick you down so hard that neither of us can movie for a week))

AFTER THE WAR: Jin Guangshan dramatically recognizes war hero/Wen Ruohan-slayer Meng Yao as Jin Guangyao, his son and new sect member... and Meng Yao, having grown up with the absolute Ride Or Die nature of Jiang Sect, and with more intimate knowledge (via JYL's engagement and YZY's friendship with Madame Jin) of how much JGS sucks, says, "Thanks but no thanks, I will be staying with my sworn brother and sect leader Jiang Wanyin to rebuild Jiang Sect."

It's just about his ambitions, okay! He'll FUNCTIONALLY be Sect Leader; Jiang Cheng literally doesn't have a golden core! (Though he's still absolutely first-rate in swordwork and his talismans are fucking superb. The thing about Jiang Cheng is that he will rise to the occasion, always.) Also, that 'sworn brother' thing was not agreed upon in advance; Meng Yao totally publicly backed him into that corner - in which he didn't mind being. Jiang Cheng is pretty damn sure he's getting the better of this deal, and he's kinda right.

Between JC's prestigious name and insane levels of personal dedication, MY's people skills and equally insane (but slightly more calculated) levels of personal dedication, and JYL securing a very favorable loan from Madame Jin, they hella get Jiang Sect back on its feet.

Meanwhile, WWX has again refused to go with LWJ to learn "proper" cultivation or anything else...and JGS is seeking power, and abusing Wen prisoners of war...

Wen Qing comes to Lotus Pier, finds Meng Yao, and says, "Please help save my brother. We helped save yours. You owe us this much." Meng Yao, being Meng Yao, thinks, I do rather owe here, but this is politically delicate... Who can I foist this off on whom I don't mind seeing torn apart by every righteous sect... and forwards her to Wei Wuxian.

Who does his righteous Wei Wuxian thing

There's a big dramatic meeting of sect leaders & etc about this, in which JGS beats his war drums, etc. etc. Meng Yao feels slightly bad but not, like, that bad. Wei Wuxian tried to steal his brother when they were teenagers, and again while MY was away during the Sunshot Campaign, so he probably deserves to die.

Afterwards, JYL with her unerring Older Sister senses pulls MY (and JC) aside and hisses, "A-Yao, what did you do?"

Do they end up saving the day? Is Wei Wuxian just destined to doom himself with his particular combination of pride, self-neglect, and blithe refusal to play by everyone else's rules? I never actually decided!

#ask meme #my fic #mdzs #jin guangyao #meng yao #wei wuxian #the untamed

[theold-ultraviolence]

oh gods, napping all day seems a wonderful thing, although my insomniac ass could never (I went out recently with a guy and he was like 'how can you not drink coffee at all?' and I was like 'bestie... I already struggle to sleep enough'). but I am glad you got to rest!

also oh gods, I am glad to have then ended up on this blog! in all honesty, I enjoy anything witchy and I am still pissed that although I was born on the 31st of October, I never turned out to have any magical powers, ugh!

(also although you have been kind enough to accept my idiotic rambles, I just wanted to tell you that if you ever grow annoyed of my ramblings let me know, because I am a chatterbox and I can go on for ever if not stopped).

AND I WHOLLY AGREE WITH THAT!

(also I am projecting as well, because dating sucks! again my last experience the guy was at first 'we have to do this x, y, z', proposing a thousand of stuff to do together and then I turned down an appointment because I was busy and he never contacted me).

but if I may take it a step forward, I'd like to also say that even if Aemond does get a second appointment, most of the time people aren't interested into knowing him FOR HIM. it's all about his family, his looks, his money, etc. and like not everybody is certainly like this, but he also struggles with people genuinely liking him for himself.

so, he is definitely enamored with the fact that you TOOK TIME out of your PRECIOUS DAY, not only to stay with him but also research on what interests him; like you might not have an interest on horror movies but every time you see each other, you are always asking him for his opinion on the recent ones that came out and you make jokes and laugh at his own.

(so, yeah, I feel like he'd try not to rush in a relationship, but he'd definitely be very convinced with you).

(also in all honesty, same Patch, same. I'd be all over Aemond if he existed, as well!).

-🌗

You were born on halloween!??????? aaaaah it has to be the best date ever to have your bday on! (maybe your powers haven't fully awakend yet) and by the way, don't worry at all about rambling, please do ramble away, I seriously enjoy it and grateful that you stumbled upon my silly ole blog to chat! <3

Not us projecting our awful experiences with dating onto Aemond lmao lkjfjgskjg I'm here for it. And it also fits him, so it's okay lol! I honestly never make it past the second date. Last time I went out with someone I had that mental count, like I mentioned in my last message, and I was amazed that it got to like 5 dates, but then things took a turn and I was like, 'that's it, I quit'. So genius of you to add that he struggles because people only like him for his status!! and that's why it's so hard for him to open up. He struggles because he doesn't want to give too much of himself away to later discover people don't really care, or will walk away when they realize he's just too much hard work to be with. Maybe they were expecting him to be like Aegon - more extroverted and easy going in general, and always down for a fun time without attachment. Total opposite of Aemond. I've mentioned in other hcs that Aemond is just not interested in one night stands.

So I'm such a softie for thinking about him being all smitten and also surprised that someone took the time to learn about him, and actively ask him questions, even when you don't share interests! (I do love horror movies though). He's so ready to give you his heart immediately but still he's hesitant and takes it slow. And he'll be surprised and grateful that even when taking as much time as he does to make things official, you waited.

#🌗 #modern!aemond rambles

[michpeach]

Every concert I've gone to in 2022 ranked

Despite my previous statement saying that "I don't desire to do much at all," I do, in fact, have a favorite activity. I'm a sucker for entertainment and tourism.

Theme parks. Plays. Musicals. Ballets. Museums. Movies. And above all, concerts.

I love concerts, a lot. Being surrounded by music so loud you can't hear the person next to you is oddly comforting.

Seeing people have a good time, particularly their faces when their favorite song begins triggers a fuzzy feeling in me.

This year I've been to eight concerts, which is a little lower than previous years, but concerts are expensive, you know.

I just thought I'd rank them.

8) THE STADIUM TOUR: DEF LEPPARD & MÖTLEY CRÜE, POISON, JOAN JETT & THE BLACKHEARTS

SoFi Stadium- Inglewood, CA | August 27, 2022

This is the last one, because I didn't particularly enjoy it.

It's not that I cannot appreciate 80s rock n roll, it's that I missed Joan Jett & The Blackhearts, Poison's sound engineer was trying to ruin our hearing, Mötley Crüe sucks and Def Leppard-- actually, Def Leppard was pretty good.

It simply wasn't my vibe.

7) SPRING CONCERT 2022: MIGUEL

Cal State Fullerton Intramural Fields- Fullerton, CA | DATE

It was good, but I was expecting it to be great.

Though Miguel's voice was just as heavenly live as it is on a studio produced track, his set list fell flat. He preformed tons of slow, "saucy" songs, which were nice to hear but really, I just wanted to hear "Carmelo Duro" and party.

Also, because was a school sponsored event, there was no alcohol

I applaud CSUF's Associated Student Body on their ability to snag a Grammy-winner--it was a big deal.

6) BUD LITE SUPER BOWL LVI MUSIC FEST 2022: GREEN DAY AND MILEY CYRUS

crypto.com Arena - Los Angeles, CA | February 12, 2022

Miley, Miley, Miley! If there's one thing I am, it's a Miley Cyrus girl.

Though it felt criminal that Cyrus was on BEFORE Green Day, both artists brought their A-game.

At least in the section I was seated in, it was very clear who was there for Miley and who was there for Green Day. But when I tell you that EVERYONE was out of their seats when "Party in the USA" started.

Green Day had crazy energy, they wouldn't stop! Their set was over two hours, so by the end, I was over it and left.

Great show, though, I think I caught COVID here which led to a not-so-fun two-week recovery.

5) LOVE ON TOUR: HARRY STYLES

Kia Forum - Inglewood, CA | October 26, 2022

It is actually so shocking that this is #5, because I am a super fan. I've loved him since I was 11 years old (I'm 22 now), and it was the first time I had been in the GA pit. It should be higher, right?

Well, it's not and that's because I'm not the biggest fan of "Harry's House," the album that sent him on this tour.

I saw him in concert (twice) last year, for his rescheduled shows that got postponed due to COVID-19. He was touring for his album "Fine Line" then, which I totally am enamored with. There were more songs I felt I could dance to.

My sister and I bought tickets in the GA pit (we're still paying for them, FYI) and it was strangely not all that I thought it would be. Was it cool to see Harry so closely? Of course! But we couldn't see his performance from the other side at all, which is a luxury even the farthest seats have. Also, I like sitting, I think. I'll sit as much as I can.

My favorite thing about Harry shows is the ability to dress as ridiculously over the top as possible, and STILL fit the occasion.

4) HOLLYWOOD FOREVER RESIDENCY: LOCAL NATIVES

Masonic Lodge at Hollywood Forever - Los Angeles, CA | December 5, 2022

This is actually the most recent concert I went to, just last week!

The Local Natives, as always, left me mesmerized. I simply do not understand how someone's voice can be as heavenly as their front man, Taylor Rice (who by the way, said hi to me before the show!).

I've actually seen the evolution of the Local Natives, from a small band, to a band that plays at bars to one that plays on TV (Jimmy Kimmel Live!, The Ellen DeGeneres Show, The Shrink Next Door) and selling out the Greek Theater.

However, the Hollywood Forever Cemetery venue they played this time around had a capacity of 350 people. This is probably due to their roots in small, intimate shows. The venue itself, was so cool. It was a historic LA building with high ceilings, chandeliers, and a fir escape!

To my disappointment, they didn't play Airplanes, Someday Now, or Sun Hands, which are some of my favorite songs, but they made up for it by playing older songs of theirs I had never seen live, fun covers, and an acoustic version of Wide Eyes that was actual perfection.

I'll continue to go to every show they have in Los Angeles until they prove I shouldn't, but that will never happen.

3) APOCALYPSE WHENEVER: BAD SUNS WITH KID BLOOM

The Observatory - Santa Ana, CA | March 3, 2022

Two of my very favorite artists touring together! This show was just amazing.

I had seen Bad Suns once before, in 2015 when they opened for my favorite band (who unfortunately has no concerts this year) The Neighbourhood. I thought they were great, but I didn't really leave. a big fan of theirs.

I still wasn't really a big fan before the show, but I got tickets because I love concerts, knew some songs, and my boyfriend's favorite artist is Kid Bloom. However, ever since I went to that show in March, I cannot get enough of their music. They ended up being my top artist of 2022, according to my Spotify Wrapped.

Man, those guys can perform. I found myself actually knowing most of the songs they played! I totally danced my heart out and even left the venue sweaty from it.

2) THE 1975 AT THEIR VERY BEST: THE 1975

Kia Forum - Inglewood, CA | November 28, 2022

I think there are few natural born showmen (or women!) in this life. Freddie Mercury, Aretha Franklin, Madonna, the list goes on...

And now, there's Matty Healy.

The 1975 was truly at their very best for this concert. Well, I actually wouldn't know. I've never seen them in concert before, but I can only assume.

This concert was unlike any I've ever been to. The stage was a whole house! Also, front man Matty Healy ate raw meat and did push ups on stage. It was all very artistic.

In between all the one-liners and long prolific monologues about life, the band has a wonderful curated setlist including music from their long discography.

I suppose I wasn't expecting much, but left completely satisfied with my experience. Performance art meets alternative pop meets Matty freaking Healy.

1) PEOPLE IN MOTION TOUR: DAYGLOW

The Novo - Los Angeles, CA. | October 15, 2022

Sloan Struble and company.

I had such a blast seeing Dayglow in concert, as expected. His music is so fun and overall just a good time.

What makes Daylow performances so unique is that everything and everyone at them seem to be lovely. The music seemingly brings out the best in people, making them smile from ear to ear and dance their hearts out.

"Dance like nobody's watching" seems to be an unwritten rule for these shows.

Front man Sloan Struble came out dressed in his 90s business casual best: a pale yellow dress shirt, khakis and tie. What's funny is that this sort of outfit goes perfectly with his music. I would say his music is the color yellow, if that makes sense. Bright, fun, just lovely overall.

[pudgecuddles]

WIP: Jin’s Hybrid Fattening Center

I don’t like posting WIPs, but I hurt my arm and it won’t get better anytime soon, so no stories for a while. I already had this all written up, hoping to finish it later, but no luck. I’m posting this for all the sweet people who still follow me despite the lack of content recently 😔

Prompt:

AU where it’s a status symbol to have a fat hybrid, the bigger the better.

Jin owns a business similar to a daycare/boarding facility, but with the added purpose of “fat training” the hybrids that are made to attend.

Rich people are busy. They go out of town, work all day and even make international trips. Sometimes, their hybrids are a bit stubborn or forgettable and end up loosing weight while the owner can’t watch them!

So, they drop their darling hybrids off at Jin’s daycare center. He makes sure they’re fully stuffed throughout the day, is attentive to allergies and individual pallets. He provides them with plenty of cushions of different sizes to sit or sleep on. While there, they make friends and entertain each other. To discourage physical activity, Jin only keeps toys around that the hybrids won’t need to move to play with.

He even offers special classes for hybrids that still, for some reason, resist obesity. Tempting them with their favorite treats, rewarding them for eating, making it so pleasurable that they crave it.

Being exposed to hybrids of different sizes tends to encourage his charges to want to gain more. For example, a client’s rabbit hybrid (a Flemish Giant) was thin as a twig before he met Jin’s long term daycare hybrid Namjoon (a Kodiak Bear). Namjoon has grown huge over his days under Jin’s care. The bear hybrid was very proud of his big fuzzy belly, ears flicking happily whenever someone plays with his ample girth.

The rabbit, Jungkook, became enamored with the big bear.

Story (cw gas):

“C-can I touch it?” The rabbit stuttered, pointing shyly at the massive hybrid’s middle.

The fat bear swallowed a bite of muffin, stifling a burp before answering the lanky boy, his owner always told him that he was a very polite bear. “Sure, come on over.”

Jungkook eagerly sat down in front of the other boy, hovering his paws over the engorged tummy. He only startled slightly when the bear pressed Jungkook’s hands into his gut with his own larger paws.

The beard hybrid sighed happily as the belly seemed to suck their arms in past the wrist. Jungkook squeaked, face bright pink as the bigger boy encouraged him to play with his fat.

“I’m usually, -urp- softer than this,” the boy told him, “But, ahhh- my owner upped my servings to -nng- doubles.”

“How much do you weigh?” Jungkook couldn’t help but ask. “I’ve never seen a hybrid so fat.”

Namjoon blushed at the perceived compliment. “Th-thank you… Last time I was weighed, I was around five hundred and seventy eight pounds.”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped. The bear was truly huge! The rabbit couldn’t help but lean forward in excitement, leaning into the other boy’s big belly. “Have you always been fat?”

Namjoon grunted, trying very hard not to release gas from the sudden pressure. “No, I was actually the runt of my litter. I’m a Kodiak bear, the biggest breed there is. Our bodies are predisposed to -urp- extreme obesity, so we’re popular pets for busy people.” Namjoon shifted a bit, entire body swaying with the motion. Jungkook lost balance from the moment though and landed hard on the bear’s belly.

-UUUUURP-

Namjoon’s explanation was cut off by a sudden belch. Thankfully, for Jungkook’s sake, his face had landed in between the bear’s soft breasts, protecting him from having to smell it.

“Oh my gosh! Rabbit, I am so sorry!” Namjoon whined. “I usually just, -burp- hold it in.”

Jungkook looked up from the warm cleavage he’d panted himself in, stars in his eyes. “That was so cool! Can I do that too? Can you teach me Bear-hyung?”

“But it’s so rude!” Namjoon replied, baffled at the idea that anyone would want to be able to burp like that. “I mean, technically you could, but you’d have to eat at least triple what you are right now.”

Jungkook was suddenly reminded of their size difference. Curious he sat up placing one hand of his own flat tummy and the other on the crest of the bear’s.

“Will that make me as big as you?” He asked seriously. Feeling the swell of flesh and fur, Jungkook imagined what it would feel like to be that big, that gassy. “Will I grow this much if I eat more?”

“Probably.” Namjoon shrugged, relieved to be pet more gently this time. “I used to be your size, you know. I was unusually small for a Kodiak. My owner travels a lot, so Jin’s place is like my second home. Really, he’s the one to thank for all of this.” He patted a huge thigh relishing the ripples it caused. Playing with his huge body always felt nice.

“Wow…” Jungkook’s little puff-ball tail twitched in excitement. “I was the biggest of my litter! Do you think that means I’ll grow super fat, then?”

“I’m not sure, rabbits are usually pretty lean right?” Namjoon frowned, not wanting to get the little rabbit’s hopes up. “Bears are naturals at bulking up, especially when it’s cold. Our metabolisms are really different.”

Jungkook’s chest puffed up in indignation, “I’m a Flemish Giant, thank you very much. We can grow very big! My great uncle was nearly seven feet tall!”

Namjoon blinks, “Well, there’s no arguing with that. A Flemish Giant, huh? How big do you think you’ll get?”

Jungkook shrugged, “I dunno. That’s why I’m here I think. I eat and I eat at home, but I’m not any fatter.”

Namjoon hums, “Must be cause you’re so young. Are you pretty active?”

“Active? I mean, yeah. My owner takes me the the park every day and I like playing tag.”

“Rabbit, that’s how you lose weight!” Namjoon face-pawed.

“What?!” Jungkook looked devastated. “I’ve been losing weight this whole time?!”

Seeing the poor boy look like he was about to burst into tears, Namjoon panicked a little. He didn’t mean to make the new kid cry, honest! He was only trying to help!

Pressing the button next to his XXL cushion several times, Namjoon tried to smooth over the hurt. “Hey, hey! You’re okay buddy! That’s what you’re here for, learning and growing. Plenty of hybrids make-“ ‘mistakes’ would NOT be the right word right now, “experience setbacks in the beginning. You’re just getting it out of the way before you really start.”

Jungkook looked like he was barely holding back the waterworks. “R-really?” He sniffled, “I didn’t mess it up?”

“Of course not, Kookie.” A new voice said. In walked the man that Jungkook briefly met earlier that day. It was the owner of the daycare, Jin. “That’s why I’m here!”

“Hi Hyung.” Namjoon chuffed shyly. He may or may not have had a massive crush on the daycare owner. Who could blame him? Jin pet him, gave him treats and called him good boy. Who wouldn’t fall for the guy?

“Namjoonie! Look how full you are!” The handsome man crouched down to pat the top of Namjoon’s large belly. “Is that an extra ten pounds I see? You’ve grown so big recently, I bear-ly recognize you!” Jin paused for the realization of the his awful pun to kick in before bursting into squeaky giggles.

“Hyuuuuung!” Namjoon whined, pleased by the compliments but embarrassed for the man at the same time. Maybe Namjoon didn’t have the best taste in humans after all…

“Sorry, sorry!” Jin wiped away an imaginary tear before turning to the new kid. “Ah, Jungkookie. Are you still sad, bun?”

Jungkook pouted. “I want you to tell me that stuff too.”

“Tell you what? That you’ve grown bigger? That you’re so fat I can’t recognize you?” Jin prompts.

Jungkook’s frowned, hands finding his slim belly again. “Yeah…”

“Okay, we’ll let’s get started then.” Standing from his crouching position with a grunt, Jin walked over the one of the many snack cupboards in the play room.

“Right now?!” Jungkook asked, excited to start.

“Sure.” Jin grinned turning around with a platter of what looked like blueberry muffins, “Let’s star with some of these while I ask you some questions.”

Jungkook grabbed a couple muffins from the top of the pile and began eating. One bite in and the rabbit’s toes curled in bliss. These were amazing! The tart berries complimented what must have been pounds of butter and sugar. The second bite met him with a middle of marzipan, adding some chew to the treat.

“These are delicious, Hyung!”

“Aww, thank you! I make all the food here fresh every day.” Jin proudly informed him. “Here have another.”

Jungkook hadn’t even noticed that he’d finished both muffins already. Surprised, Jungkook grabbed another three to munch on.

A loud growl sounded from next to Jungkook, Namjoon’s tummy making itself known. The stuffed, bear looked like he couldn’t fit another bite in him, but his eyes glimmered with hunger. “Can I have some too, Hyung?” His tummy growled again.

“Of course, Honey. Let me grab you another plater.” Jin fetched the fat boy a massive tray of the same muffins, placing it on top of Namjoon’s gut. “Eat up, now. You haven’t hit your recommended caloric intake yet today.”

Jungkook reached out for more muffins, grabbing five this time. They slid down too easy, he was polishing them off before he noticed it! The rabbit felt like he should be worried about this, that this didn’t feel normal, but he really couldn’t care less.

God I’m gonna get so fat from this. He thought.

“Look at Namjoonie, Kookie.” Jin prompted. Jungkook opened eyes he didn’t realize he closed to look at his playmate.

The rabbit’s breath hitched. Namjoon was hypnotizing the watch. The bear shoving muffins in his mouth two at a time only paused to let out the occasional muffled burp. Jungkook watched as his fuzzy brown belly grew taught and round with each gluttonous swallow.

Jin watched as Jungkook subconsciously began eating with the same fervor as the other boy. The rabbit was unable to take his eyes off Namjoon and his meal.

“He’s eats so well doesn’t he Kookie?” Jin kneeled behind the tall rabbit, hooking his chin over the hybrid’s boney shoulder. “I did that, you know. He came to me as scrawny as you, and I made him balloon.”

Jungkook muttered something unintelligible through his mouthful of muffin.

“That belly of his,” Jin stroked the fur of Jungkook’s full stomach, “Those thick thighs.” A hand rested against one of the rabbit’s toned legs, pressing against nothing but muscle. “Did you know the beds here are hooked up to scales?”

Jungkook holds back a moan. “Uh uh…”

“Last night,” Jin whispers like it’s a secret, “Joonie clocked in at six hundred and eleven pounds.” The human squeezed the hybrid’s covered thigh. “He’s gained thirty three pound in a week…”

With one last gulp, the rabbit hybrid’s plate was clean. Namjoon, having been given a much bigger plate, wasn’t far behind.

“Me!” Jungkook gasped, “Do it to me too! Hyung, please! Make me big like Joonie-hyung!” The slim hybrid had eaten every single muffin on his plate. The only evidence there was any there at all was the round bump of the rabbit’s tummy.

Ignoring the small tent in the hybrid’s shorts in favor of rubbing the rabbit’s full belly, Jin calculated how many calories the boy has just eaten. “My, oh my! What a glutton you are Bun. You just gobbled up nine thousand calories. That’s more than four days of eating for the average human. You’ll blow up in no time if you keep being so greedy.”

“Really…?” Jungkook looked dazed by his first stuffing at the daycare. He was practically reclined against the human’s front.

“You’re a natural fatty, Kookie.” Jin pinched Jungkook’s side making the rabbit giggle. “All we have to do is enable you.”

“Ah! Jin-hyung~!” Namjoon moaned, “Huuuurts…”

Leaving Jungkook to go check on the obese hybrid, Jin clicked his tongue. “You’ve been holding it in again, of course it hurts.”

Namjoon weakly shook his head, jowls wobbling slightly. “Noooo, don’t wanna be -urp- rude…”

“If you don’t let it out, how will you be able to eat more? Gas doesn’t make you fatter, food does.” With that final comment, Jin pressed down onto the bloated bear’s belly.

Namjoon’s fat face turned bright red as an airy fart escaped his large rear. “Oh god, Hyung! S-sorry! Nnnng…!” Another press on his gut, another louder fart.

Jin rubbed soothing circles on the softening upper belly, “I know you feel better, Honey Bear. Don’t be embarrassed, many hybrids would be jealous of how stinky you are.”

Jin pressed down on a new spot and Namjoon belched long and loud. The poor bear was quivering with embarrassment. “H-Hyung! I- *buuuuurp*, I’m sorry! Please, let me stop!”

“Not until you’ve got enough room for another tray of muffins.” Jin massaged Namjoon’s now squishier tummy, "I know you've got more in there, big boy."

For the next solid minute, Jungkook watched in awe as Jin pressed and prodded all types of noises out of the mortified bear hybrid. Each release sounded more wet and gurgley than the last, until finally Jin concluded that Namjoon had nothing left to offer.

The huge bear's belly didn't look much smaller or rounder than before, though.

"He still looks so bloated though, Jin-hyung?" Jungkook whimpered.

Jin patted the shelf of Namjoon's gut proudly. "He's so round because this is where most of his fat is. He's grown a lot of visceral fat, it's harder and rounder than normal subcutaneous fat."

Namjoon's puffy cheeks were red and he was panting a bit. Despite his prior embarrassment, he smiled happily at the praise for how his body has grown. "M-my owner likes me solid and round..."

"In humans, visceral fat is not ideal," Jin explained, "It forms around your organs, pressing against your abdominal wall and is very compacted. That's what gives him this round, ball-like shape. In hybrids though, it's harmless."

"Wow," Jungkook shuffled over as well as a stuffed boy could to rub Namjoon's huge fuzzy belly. "It is hard!" The older hybrid wiggled a bit at all the attention, humming happily.

"Until you go down lower that is," Jin amended with a wink, "That's where he's got some squish to him."

Jungkook glanced at the other hybrid, wordlessly asking permission to explore the large boy's body further.

Namjoon smiled good-naturedly, showing his dimples. "You can feel it. I'm very soft down there! It's fun to play with but I can't reach that far anymore."

Having been granted permission, Jungkook ducked down eagerly to explore more of the older boy's growing body. The soft fat rested between the bear's thick legs spreading them apart, blanketing the solid ball that made up the majority of the hybrid.. As Jungkook touched the area, one of Namjoon's chubby, clawed feet twitched a bit.

Jin watched amusedly as the slim rabbit hybrid became entranced with grabbing and squishing Namjoon's overhang.

"Mmm, feels nice Bunny." The bigger hybrid mumbled, round ears flicking in contentment.

"You boys stay put, okay? I'm going to grab you both some more snacks." Jin walked over to the cupboards.

Jungkook, wanting to be closer to his new friend, moved closer to Namjoon. As he did so, he accidentally bumped his own swollen tummy against the bear's.

"Ah~!" The rabbit gasped. The pressure hurt a bit, but surprisingly good too?

"Was this your first stuffing?" Namjoon asked the smaller hybrid.

"Not really... I've eaten a lot before, but nothing like this."

"I was really sensitive too my first time under Jin's care." Namjoon tells Jungkook. "I don't know what it is here. The food? His words? The atmosphere in general?"

Jungkook hummed, rubbing his pronounced belly. "I wanna come here every day."

"That'll be up to your owner, Jungkookie." Jin had come back with another two plates of treats. There were more muffins, cheesy eggs on thick toast and a couple tall glasses of liquid.

Namjoon's face lit up at the sight of one of the glasses. "Is that my shake?" He made little grabby hands at Jin.

"It is," Jin confirmed, not yet handing it over, "And you know that you have to finish everything else before drinking it."

Namjoon pouted slightly. "Yeah, I know..."

"Do I get a shake too?" Jungkook asked.

"Mmm, not yet Bunny." Jin patted his head. "That's up to your owner to decide. This is just a trial day to see if it's a good fit for regular daycare. Your owner hasn't talked with me about a goal weight, or anything yet."

Jungkook whined. "But I love it here already! I gotta come back!"

"I promise that I'll talk to your owner later today when she comes to pick you up." Jin placed his hand over his heart, crossing it.

"I- I like you Jin-hyung..." Jungkook mumbled, rubbing the end of a long black ear.

"I like you too Bunny. I would be my pleasure to have you here as a regular." Jin's heart was going to burst. This rabbit was just too precious!

A short, muffled burp interrupted the sweet moment, followed up with a quick apology from Namjoon. "S-sorry, guys. I uh, ate it all I think..."

Looking over to the big bear, Jin clapped at the boy's gluttony. The entire tray of muffins and egg toast was demolished. All that was left was the two large drinks.

"Well, well." Jin chirps, "My big, fat, Honey Bear ate everything on his plate! It's time for your shake then!"

The bear's stuffed tummy gurgled loudly as the bear hybrid softly moaned.

“Hah- hah- Need it, Hyung…”

“Do you want to use your hands, a straw or the funnel?” Jin asked.

“What funnel?” Jungkook was confused.

—

That’s what I had written so far. Then I hurt my arm lol

It will be a while before I can finish it, but I’ve got lots planned! Including other characters 👀

#pudgeprojects #pudgeprompts #bts feederism #eproctophilia #eructophilia #what can u even tag anymore

[autisticzukka]

what is this hakoda zuko arranged marriage you speak of? i am intrigued

okay so the long story short is that it’s a slight rebuttal of a popular post that is very fun but i find like... unrealistic in a really intriguing way like, how would this ACTUALLY play out. I’ve talked about it at length in my server a few times, and it’s one of those AU’s -- like the genderbend zukka ATLA rewrite or the zukki fic that starts with sokka failing to assassinate zuko -- that lives rent free in my head and I’ve written a couple thousand words for.

tw for like VERY unrequited zuko in love with hakoda and the inherent comedy of sokka being in love with his fire nation stepmom.

so here’s hakoda, chief of the southern water tribe, happily not-married to Bato. and here is a more balanced war, where the north and the south are actually  allies, rather than whatever the fuck they were in ATLA. Yue already has a fiance and the Northern chief refuses to remarry. that leaves hakoda responsible for biting the bullet and doing a political marriage even though, as he points out at length, he is an elected official and if he stops being elected it’s no longer a marriage with the chief of the south pole. intelligently but mostly selfishly motivated (yue’s fiance is his nephew, after all) pakku points out that its not like the fire nation knows... that. the fire nation is dumb. ozai’s stupid.

faced with such inarguable points hakoda stiffens his upper lip, pre-emptively ends things with bato on the understanding that if this is another kya situation they’ll get back together and that he’s still the most important person to him but the tribe comes first yada yada, and deals with katara throwing the mother of all tantrums. it is slightly softened by the fact that in return for him marrying the fire nation noble, a thing everyone can agree isn’t traditional, the north has finally agreed to train katara. she heads out before the wedding, in protest but also so as to not cause an international incident.

(on her way, she’ll find aang. with the war less dire, katara will be sympathetic towards his desire to live without committing violence, even if she deeply can’t relate. they’ll have a hot girl romcom summer of self discovery and coming to terms with the dichotomy between duty and love as they become master benders. at some point they pick up toph. they ARE a throuple.)

sokka meanwhile is like.. not cool with it.. but ? kind of relieved? like. he’s the eldest kid. he’s 18, and he’s been a man of the tribe as far as legalities for several years. it would have been entirely understandable if his dad had asked HIM to do it. he had his emotionally crushing romance with yue, and as much as he was like ‘im kind of a prince’, he finds he doesn’t actually want some of the responsibilities and demands that would bring. yue’s life sucks.

back in the fire nation, zuko never demanded a quest and never went on it. he’s spent years hardening into something that, while brittle, can survive the pressures of the court around him. he still has his scar. he still wants his father to love him, but he knows by now that it’s not something he’s capable of earning. he watches his sister, never the most stable person, start to have complete breakdowns of sanity once she hits puberty, and helps her cover for it and receive medical treatment on the down low. he’s the heir, but he lives knowing that if he was ever in a position to inherit his choices are to abdicate or have the baby sister who he raised kill him and destroy herself and the country in the process.

when he realizes the plan is to marry azula off rather than someone more reasonable-- mai is RIGHT there, for fucks sake-- he doesn’t realize ozai’s true intent is to fuck this up through malicious compliance and false shows of good faith. he panics, and does the zuko thing: he blurts out that this is unacceptable and immoral and she’s only 16 and Ozai sees the true opportunity for two birds with one stone. send zuko, let him piss someone off so badly he gets killed or divorced, and he gets rid of zuko from the line of succession permanently. there are those who are incredibly attached to teh idea of a firstborn for firelord, and it’s been a constant thorn in unpopular ozai’s side to nto be able to name azula his heir apparent without costly rebellion. but if he can taint him in the mind of the fire nation so much that birthright is easy to supercede-- yeah. this’ll work PERFECTLY.

so zuko is sent to marry hakoda, chief of the water tribe.

literally NO ONE was expecting it to be a member of Ozai’s immediate family. besides the fact that his oldest child is half hakoda’s age and his brother has 20 years on hakoda, it would have been sus as fuck - the treaty is not favorable enough to grant that kind of secession of interests. it becomes quickly apparent that this young man -- hakoda reminds himself of that repeatedly. not kid. not kid. young man. don’t think of him like a kid, it’s hard enough on both of us already. -- is not a horrible threat. he’s scared shitless and shakes with what he thinks is bravado. he’s desperate to make the marriage work. he’s desperate to not go home. he’s got a giant fucking scar on his face from where the fire lord punished him for some grievous but unstated offense.

zuko “daddy issues” fire nation sees his husband to be and, despite being scared shitless, immediately begins to soften a little. like... he’s not nearly as scary as he thought he’d be. his face can be stern, but it just as easily breaks into huge smiles, and his eyes are crinkled with laughter. he’s incredibly handsome. and his biceps are. his biceps. are. his hands are...

like. zuko thinks. okay. maybe. maybe his marriage duties. won’t be so horrible as he thought. maybe he’s ready for this. and he knows what to expect, Uncle had discreetly provided him the means and the contacts to acquire an intimate education in the whirlwind of activity that was the two months before leaving. and like, once he’d gotten past the nerves, it was often even... good? or at least... not bad? he thinks that even if hakoda isn’t a professional expert, he has a certain.... je ne sais quoi, if you will.

((DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF))

sokka sees his new stepfather and immediately falls in love because he’s that kind of dumb bitch. (the core of this au is that i cant breathe thinking about sokka falling in love with his hot young stepmom his age who his dad doesnt even want to fuck. like. i CANT. sokka masturbates to ‘hand caught in the washing tub’ fantasies which are even more absurd for requiring zuko to be DOING LAUNDRY. i find it so funny.)

bato watches them at the wedding feast while hakoda is very clearly trying to treat zuko as an Equal Adult Partner and mostly managing to seem like someone having a serious conversation with a seven year old about the game they’ve made up. zuko is clearly enamored with it, soaking up the attention, blushing and doing his best to Bravely Flirt, which at one point includes awkwardly attempting to feed Hakoda by hand. bato has to excuse himself to have a teary eyed giggle, hoping that Kya is in the spirit world looking down and laughing with him. he can’t resent the kid even a little bit, when hakoda is sitting there looking so incredibly fucking befuddled as to what he’s supposed to do with this star struck infant he’s legally wed to

anyways all of this... is very funny. their wedding night... is less so. zuko does not take the rejection from hakoda very well, especially because he’d been caught wanting. HE’S the one who should be rejecting hakoda. and he catastrophizes almost immediately about his potential value to the water tribe, his future treatment, that endless inescapable freezing cold loneliness is the good ending for him here... hakoda, meanwhile, drops zuko off at his home, reassuringly informs him that there’s NOTHING else expected of him and he will be well taken care of, and books it to bato’s. bato refuses to let him in on grounds of ‘you can’t sleep under the same shelter as me on your wedding night to that kid, have a fucking brain’, and he ends up crashing at sokka’s.

sokka, who had KNOWN that his dad wouldnt, but also upon seeing zuko and zuko’s awkward flirting was like... but how COULDNT he???? sokka is relieved.

the core of this fic is that i find it endlessly hilarious for zuko to try and seduce his husband while sokka simps around zuko and bato tries to be heartbroken or betrayed but mostly ends up with a giant case of hysterical schadenfreude. but the thing that CLINCHED it for me, like THE scene. several years after being married, settled into their life. they’re partners and they see each other as people. and zuko just fucking snaps one night

he just kisses him, desperate and clawing and climbing and maybe a little drunk. he knows hakoda is going to push him away, maybe even hit him, but he doesn’t care anymore, he doesn’t care. he can do anything he wants to him as long as he just-- finally does something. zuko is 21 and married to the surface of the sun and the surface of the sun jr is his best friend and clearly in love with him-- so clearly not even zuko can miss it-- and like. listen. listen. zuko is not a patient person. but he’s been patient for this. he waited and he matured and he is a fucking amazing husband and he wants this, he wants him. he wants to be wanted.

but hakoda doesn’t push him away. hakoda doesnt yell at him, or hit him. hakoda gentles the kiss into something soft and closed lipped. he pulls away slowly, and his eyes are so sad for zuko, so pitying. he strokes his cheek with the back of his hand so gently. he says, I’m sorry. I don’t want you.

and zuko daddy issues fire nation swallows

and he nods

and he leaves, even though its his own fucking house

and he knows he’s never going to be good enough

like FUUUCK i am OBSESSED WITH THAT

#long post #lmao i am NOT fucking main tagging this #op #asked and answered #i just want zuko to fall in love with hakoda and for hakoda to gently reject him #noncommittalhum

[lovesgonnabe]

Love Is Worth It - Episode III: When Boy Meets Girl

Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, cursing, slight Implied smut

Word Count: 2126

Summary: What happens when boy meets girl and that boy underestimates that girl?

AN/Disclaimer: It has been a while since I’ve written so please bear with my rustiness, and there’s slight edits so there may be errors. italicized is a flashback.

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December 14, 2019 - 3rd Person

Every Year Chris, Maya and their friends get together and do a Friendsgiving in December to celebrate holidays.

This year it was the Evans’s turn to host in their second home in Brooklyn, New York.

This group consisted of a good combination of Chris and Maya’s friends.

Scarlett came with her fiancé SNL Writer Colin Jost. Along with Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and sometimes (but not this time) RDJ.

Austin, Maya’s brother of course, Tika and her fiancé. Maya met Tika while at Yale spending time in New York, and Tessa Thompson who met Maya at a glamour magazine event and has actually been quítely seeing Sebastian for the last year or so.

“You know you look a lot like Chadwick Boseman” Colin said looking at Maya’s brother Austin.

The group laughs “yeah I get that a lot” Austin says as he takes a sip of his drink.

Maya walks into the media room with a cheese board and popcorn in her hand, as their friends sat on the couches getting ready to watch a movie on the projector.

They were all sat close to the Evans fire place chatting, drinking, laughing and just enjoying eachothers company since they don't get to get together often. Especially since Chris and Scarlett are no longer actively apart of the MCU.

“Ok so what is your story, like how did you guys meet, everytime i ask Austin he refuses to tell me” Austin’s girlfriend Alana asked pointing at Maya as she sat on Chris’s lap in the love seat they were sharing.

Chris and Maya at the moment were getting a bit handsy with each other under their blanket. He was sweetly kissing her neck as he rubbed her thigh, moving his hand up to play with the elastic on the waistband of her shorts.

“Oh god I love this story” Tessa said sitting with Sebastian and grabbing some popcorn.

Chris chuckles “you wanna tell it or should I” he said smiling at her biting his lip.

“How about I start and you cut me off if I get something wrong” Maya said playfully rolling her eyes and Chris nodded.

She sat up and cleared her throat since Chris’s hand moved to shifting her shorts and panties to the side.

“Ok so I meet Chris through Scar they were in New York filming their first Avengers film, having a night off she called and asked if I wanted to go out, of course I said yes then invited Austin and Tika to go with me so I wouldn't be alone.”

”We meet up at the pool bar, we walk in and here is this six foot blonde not paying me any attention” Maya said 

She shifted cuddling closer to Chris as he slowly he teased her warm slit as it slowly got wet and slick.

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Maya - September 2011 

It was a warm fall evening in New York CIty the leaves were beginning to change and I was midway through my first year of my dermatology residency.

This bar was in the middle of Hell's Kitchen Manhattan and did not look like much from the outside. We went down a flight of steps into a smokey, dingy pool room. 

Scarlett was in the back of the bar with two men. One brunette with sunglasses who looks to be making a joke and a blonde leaning against the pool table laughing.

When we walked up to the group the blonde and I locked eyes, even in the dim room his blue eyes pulled me under a spell. He was the first to break eye contact as we got close.

“Hey Scar thanks for the invite, I needed this break” I say hugging Scarlett.

She chuckles “it’s not a problem, we have been trying to get together for a while and I’ve been the one blowing you off”

I shrug “it’s all good this isn’t a place I’d pick to hang but it’s cool.”

My face scrunched up at my surroundings I wasn’t fond of going anywhere in Hell’s Kitchen but hey I didn’t pick the hangout this time.

We introduce both groups of friends to each other, the brunette with her was Robert or Downey and the blonde was Chris.

The first hour was pretty chill and I was having a good time just watching the crowd as the bar began to actually get full with people.

Robert opened up to me fast he is warm and inviting, telling stories and cracking a jokes about every person that passed our way. However, Chris was giving me the cold shoulder mostly gave me the side eye and sometimes a condescending smirk when he looked my way as he and Robert played on the table next to Austin and Tika’s as Scar and I drank watching the games.

“What’s wrong May it seems like you have a lot on your mind” Scar asked.

I shrugged “just thinking you know school, work, and I don't really know, I haven't been here long yet Chris keeps giving me a side eye”

Scarlett laughs “please don’t try and figure out Chris I promise it will just give you a headache.”

But I can’t stop thinking about this golden man standing in front of me without a care in the world, he enamores me, his smile was beautiful his eyes would make any women weak in the knees and I was going to figure him out by the end of the night.

When Chris and Downey finished up there game Chris stood up and looked at me like he was challenging me. 

 “Look at that, who’s next It seems that Downey can’t hang with the pool champ” Chris boosted.

I rose from my seat and removed my jacket  “I’ll give it a shot” I said grabbing my drink.

I walked over to the pool to a brooding Chris as he smirked at me readying his pool stick.

“Can you actually play princess?” Chris asked.

He reset the pool table as I grabbed my stick smirking at his question.

I shrugged when he looked up at me “we will see, you break” I said.

As we begin our game Chris was like an open book and was so easy to read. His stance oozes confidence he played lazyly like he couldn’t be beaten. I let him win the first game no problem and he let me win the second game, while i acted like I couldn’t play.

He was making the game so boring and easy so I decided to spice the game up a bit.

“How about we make this a bit more interesting? Every ball we make into a pocket we must answer a question?” I say setting the balls.

He laughs “ok, be prepared because this could get interesting”

I smirk and break sinking the blue solid ball “I’m solids now what’s your problem with me we just meet” I said missing my second ball as I step back.

“Um I don’t have a problem it’s just you’re just a little prissy for my liking” Chris answers monitoring the table prepping his next shot.

i roll my eyes “I’m not prissy, I just I like what I like and I know what I don’t like, I guess you were listening in on Scar and I’s conversation.” I say 

I leaned against the pillar next to me with my arms crossed waiting for an answer.

He shoots one in the pocket and misses the next ball yet completely avoids my question all together.

“how old are you” he asks

I roll my eyes “you know you shouldn’t ask a women her age, but since you asked nicely I’m 25” we both laugh.

The back and forth continued until he had about two balls left to win and I had five it was my turn.

I shot the first ball into the center pocket.

“if you could go anywhere in the world what would it be?” I ask

“The Swiss Alps” he said

I nod and shot ball two in the left corner pocket

“Do you have any siblings” I ask

I walk around the table analyzing my 3 shots I had left.

“Um yes one brother and two sisters” he says

Chris now looked nervous as I smirked at him laser focused.

“Don’t run scared on me now big boy” I laugh walking to my next ball.

I shot my third ball in the bottom right pocket, and we now gained a bit of a crowd forming.

He clears his throat “well damn i wish you would have told you knew how to play”

I shrugged my shoulders looking into his crystal blue eyes, smirking.

“You didn’t ask but now that you are interested I’ll tell you, I am the middle child between two very competitive brothers and a daughter of man who doesn’t like to lose” I say smiling at my brother, walking over to Austin and did our handshake. 

“But I’m suppose to be the one asking the here questions sir” I say turning to Chris and smirking at him.

With my back to the table I take the shot behind my back and I sink my second to last ball into the cup.

Now everyone at the bar was watching our game with anticipation and we both only had two balls left.

“ok wow I like her Scarlett” Robert said and I laughed.

I walked up to Chris “next question if I win will you tell me how big your friend down below is because I think he is happy to see me” I whisper to him.

I brushed up against Chris as he clears his throat “I plead the fifth” he says standing tall covering his growing friends in his jeans.

I sucked my teeth and pouted “you’re no fun.”

With only my eight ball left i decided to miss on purpose just to extend the game a little longer what can i say i was having fun messing with him.

The crowd of the entire bar though they did like that I missed an easy winning shot since they all groaned in displeasure.

Chris looked so nervous, when he lined up to his next shot his hands began to shake.

“Don’t choke on me now” I taunt him.

He takes a deep breath hits the ball to the left corner pocket the red stripe rolls as if it was going in but stops a hair short from the pocket.

Some people cheer others groan in sadness for his defeat, Chris stands back looking satisfied yet defeated.

I smirk, walking around the table and shot my ball into the right corner pocket.

The crowd cheered and Chris smirked dropping his head in defeat.

I walked up to him as people congratulated me which I found weird because all we did was play a few rounds of pool.

“That was one hell of a game young lady” he smiled trying to act cool as he leaned against the pool table.

“how about we start over?” I ask 

Sticking my hand out shake he took it, smiling at me.

“I’m Maya Alonso from San Francisco and you are?”

“I’m Chris Evans from Boston” he said chucking.

“Well Mr. Evans you wouldn’t mind going out with me sometime maybe get to know each other a little better?” I smiled as we kept holding each other’s hand.

“Well Ms. Alonso I wouldn’t mind that at all, until next time.”

He let go of my hand, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“until next time” I whisper to myself butterflies in my belly feeling like a giddy school girl.

***********************************************

Everyone was laughing

“Se la vie, now almost ten years and one kid later, I still can’t keep my hands off of him.”Maya says

“Umm that’s not how I remember it happened.” Chris said looking at Maya confused.

“That’s exactly how I remember it” Tika laughed

“We left and he couldn’t stop talking about her, begged me to give him her number all the way back to his airbnb.” Scarlett said in between a gut wrenching laugh.

“Whatever, at the end of the day I got to the girl and that’s all that matters” Chris said holding my chin, pecking my lips continuously whispering that he loved me.

Austin sucks his teeth rolling his eyes “Alright that’s enough, y’all got a room for all that, let’s start the movie already” he said pressing play on West Side Story.

Maya laughs and goes back to kiss Chris masking the moan trying to slip from her mouth, as he slowly pushed his fingers inside her wet cave just hitting her g-spot as the movie played in the background.

#chris evans x black ofc #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x poc!reader #poc reader #woc reader #chris evans fanfiction

[softyoongiionly]

🌸just let me adore u🌸

Yoongi has a new kink and, that kink is love.

(set in the fear and dumplings universe because IM SO SOFT FOR YOONGI TODAY OH MY GOD)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

A/N: I am...a mess. i love yoongi so much, that is all. 

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: smut, language, LOVE!!!!!!!!!! SO MUCH LOVE!!!!

The next morning, you awoke to the sound of rain against the windows of the car. The sound is calming and accompanied by the familiar hum of morning traffic. You feel a sense of peace as you snuggle further into the warm body underneath you. The events that had transpired the night before played over and over as you tried to contain the sleepy smile that teased your lips. Yoongi’s profession, his hands, his throat, the way he spoke to you: it was everything you could have ever wanted. There was a serious urge to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming but, you decided against it when you realize that you and Yoongi had fallen asleep in the same position you two had fucked in. Your dress still lay on the floor of Yoongi’s back seat and his button up was still hanging haphazardly off of his body. You bit your lip as you took in the sight of Yoongi’s neck which was decorated with at least 5 purple bite marks from your frantic mouth. The color suited his throat entirely too well and, you had to resist the urge to suck more of his tender skin into your mouth. You knew that Yoongi definitely had a few pent up kinks that much was clear but, you weren’t sure if he would appreciate a hicky as a wakeup call.  

Sound familiar?

Of course it does.

You did this a few weeks ago only…

This time…

This time, you were in love.

“Are you awake?” Yoongi’s gentle voice pulls you out of your daydream as you slowly untuck your face from his neck.   Yoongi’s sporting a bemused expression, his eyes filled with genuine adoration, his pretty lips curved up into a small smile, “There she is…good morning.”

There isn’t anything else to do but, kiss him at this point because; he looks so adorable you want to die.

Soft kisses are placed into his smiling mouth, your hands bracing themselves against his cheeks causing him to giggle into your lips.

“Good morning my beautiful…” kiss “beautiful” kiss “beautiful” kiss “boyfriend.”

Yoongi’s hands secure themselves onto your waist, pulling you closer to him, relishing in your attention, feeling like a kid on Christmas.

“You still want to be my girlfriend I see…” He remarks playfully but, you know there is some seriousness in his question.

It is Yoongi after all.

Incredulously, you pull away from his lips, “Still? What do you think I slept on it and, then woke up and, was like ‘hmm actually I hate that guy’ lemme dip out really quick?”

Yoongi chuckles, but there is softness glued to his features, “I don’t know…I thought maybe my skills between your thighs had you feeling some type of way…”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you literally feel the sensation of Yoongi’s tongue echoing against your core from the previous night.

He had a point…

“I could say the same for you, you know. You professed your love to me while you were inside of me soooo…”

You nudge his nose, giggling as his hands move to pinch your sides.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about…” He mumbles against your lips, smirking slightly before leaning in to kiss you again. “Also, why didn’t you tell me you knew some Korean hm? I was trying to be slick…”

God, he sounded hot in the morning…

“Yoongi you said Saranghae…that is like the first phrase anyone learns in Korean.” You laugh, pecking against his lips, “I got a few other words too, although the fact that I don’t know everything you said to me is slowly eating me alive so, thanks for that.”

He chuckles warmly, leaning back against the backseat of his car, “You’re welcome. I gotta have some sort of advantage...now that my secret is out.”

His attitude tickles you, as it’s a part of Yoongi’s charm but, it’s also one of his coping mechanisms.

But, he’s working on his sincerity and, so are you.

So, this morning, underneath the sound of the rain, you decide that you’re going to let him have it…

“I really am so in love with you…” You whisper, softening your gaze, thumbing across his cheek, “When I heard you say it…I…” A deep breath is pulled through your nose as the stinging of tears threatens the corners of your eyes, “I felt like I was dreaming. I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to have someone like you fall in love with me.”

Try as you might, the tears win the battle and spill over your bottom lashes.

Yoongi feels his heart constricting in his chest as his hands quickly pull you against him, his lips finding the side of your face.

“You’re going to make me cry, stop…” He chuckles but, there is instability in his voice as he cuddles you closer, “How could I not fall in love with you hm? You didn’t give me much of a choice.”

A shaky chuckle leaves your lips as you wrap your arms around him, feeling soft and small in his grip, something that is usually foreign to you.

“So, you’re saying this was by force then?” You tease, tucking your face into his neck.

With another kiss to your cheek, Yoongi pulls you out of his neck, cradling your face between his hands. His eyes are glossy and, you know he’s doing everything in his power to hold back the tears.

“I’m saying…” He smirks, his pinky tracing underneath your right eye, “…when someone so beautiful…” He kiss your lips, “So kind” another kiss, “and so, fucking brilliant.” One more kiss and, then he pulls back to look at you, “gives you the time of day, you have no choice but to fall in love with them.” Yoongi chuckles almost incredulously, kissing you again before whispering, “…falling in love with you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

And, once again, there really isn’t another choice is there?

You gotta kiss him, for the hundredth time.

And you do, for a few moments the two of you grin and, indulge in one another like the lovesick fools that you are.

While you’d like to have another repeat of last night, Yoongi isn’t content with fucking you in his car again.

He wants you back home in the comfort of his bed, where he has the room to love on you like he wants to.

And, he lets you know as soon as you start pressing your hips against him.

“As much as I want you to fuck me, we don’t have the space for what I want you to do to me…” He croons into your ear causing you to groan in frustration.

“Noooo…” You protest, wiggling in his grip, eliciting a rickety chuckle from his throat, “tell me what you’re saying…no more secrets.”

Yoongi’s laughter continues, kissing all over your face in an attempt to lessen your pouting, “Come back to my place with me, I wanna make my girlfriend breakfast” He smiles as your expression seems to soften before placing a kiss against your ear, “and then, if you want, we can go to my room and, take care of eachother.”

Well, that made your panties wet.

‘Take care of each other’ is probably the sweetest way to describe sexual activity but, the way Yoongi’s raspy voice murmurs it in your ear, makes it sound like a dirty secret.

Like it’s something just for the two of you.

It feels like that sometimes…

“We can do it all day if you want to.” He whispers again, nibbling on your earlobe and, if you’re panties were wet before, they feel as though they are drenched now.

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After resisting the urge to beg Yoongi to fuck you in the backseat, the two of you drive back to his place.

According to him, Hoseok and Namjoon are probably upstairs sleeping off a hangover due to their presence at a frat party the night before.

Yoongi makes you breakfast; bacon, eggs, toast and, a big bowl of fresh fruit you help cut up while he was frying the bacon. The two of you ate at the dining room table, speaking between bites of food about the ending of the semester, Jimin’s showcase and, everything in between.

Breakfast moves along comfortably but, Yoongi’s been watching the way your lips form around your words, the way they close around a morsel of food. He’s been watching the way your eyes light up as you talk, the way they sparkle with enthusiasm as you speak to him.

Fuck, he’s never been more enamored with another person.

He doesn’t really care how well he eats or how well he scrubs the bottom of the pan, right now, all he wants is you.

“I’m cold…”He mumbles into your hair as he arms secure themselves around your waist, his voice slightly smaller than before , “are you almost done?”

You giggle, setting down the dish your currently drying to cuddle back against him, “Yes, do you need me for something?”

He grumbles, tugging you further away from the sink, tucking his face into your neck, “It’s time for beeeedddd…”

This causes your laughter to increase because, despite the sun being hidden behind a few clouds, it’s clearly 10am.

“We literally just had breakfast.” You point out, stumbling as he continues pulling you towards the bedroom.

He chuckles shamelessly, tugging you through the doorway of his room, “Its. Time. For. Bed.”

Yoongi sounds slightly childish and, its warming your heart from the inside out. You’ve never seen him so playful before, so carefree…

“Can I at least have something to change into then? Since I never have a chance to pack before coming over to your house.” You giggle as he detaches himself from you, rushing over to his dresser before tugging out a mass of black material and, tossing it towards you.

“Here…” He mutters, smirking fondly at your failed attempt to catch it, “How did you manage to miss that?”

“Shut up…” You giggle, pulling off your dress and, slipping the soft t-shirt over your body.

Not more than thirty seconds later, you’re sitting on Yoongi’s lap, placing sweet and messy kisses against his lips.

And, he’s smiling into yours all the while, his hands exploring the curves of your body.

He’s throbbing and hard beneath you but, there’s no need to rush, you’ll be on him soon enough.

“I can’t believe you’re actually my girlfriend…” He whispers, beaming, nuzzling his nose against yours.

He’s being so sweet, caressing your skin, sucking gently on your lip, taking the time to play with your hair, he’s all over you.

“I can’t believe you’re actually my boyfriend, I used to think you hated me...” You giggle and, this causes his own giggle to show itself as his lips find the tender spot on your neck.

“I’ve adored you for so long though, I just never let you see it. Cause I didn’t think you’d want me.” He confesses, feeling safe enough to disclose his doubts, cause he knows you get it.

You always do.

“Well I do.” You smile, kissing the side of his head and, his breath picks up slightly when he feels you press your core against him, “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I don’t think I’ll ever want anyone else this way…”

He’s inside of you moments later, slowly unraveling you from within but, the two of you take your time with eachother, not rushing the end, not wanting the end.

Yoongi pulls away from your neck, his dark eyes locking with yours as he guides your hips on his dick, “It feels so good…how does it feel so good everytime jagi?” He doesn’t break your gaze but, he looks desperate for an answer, he looks so in love, you feel yourself getting choked up.

“Cause you deserve it…” The reply is whispered against his lips and, even through the haziness of his pleasure, you make him smile.

“Yeah? You think so?” His voice is growing reedier when your hips pick up their pace on him, his whole body becoming infected with pleasure, “fuck please don’t keep doing that, please…don’t stop.”

How could you?

How could you stop when everything feels so good, when your beautiful boyfriend is pleading into your neck.

“Are you going to cum for me beautiful?” You whisper into his ear, causing a shiver to wrack through his body, “Are you gonna cum inside for me? Show me how much you love me?”

“Mhm…” He whimpers, his hips moving with more urgency whilst his heart thrashes in his chest, “You love me too right?”

He’s checking because, he still can’t believe it’s a yes but, also because the phrase coming from your lips ruins him, because he knows if you say it…he’s done for.

With your hands sliding up his back, you kiss all over the side of his face, your own orgasm careening towards you, “I love you so much Yoongi…is that what you want to hear baby? Does hearing your girlfriend say she loves you make you wanna cum?”

You’re driving him crazy.

He pulls his face from your neck, his eyes wild with desire and desperation as they lock onto yours, “Please say it again, please oh my god…it makes it so good….so good, baby please tell me you love me again…”

“I love you…” You smirk as he fucks into you even harder, his face smoothing out in complete and utter pleasure, “I love you, do you hear me Yoongi? I love you so much…”

“Again…again please…please baby…I’m so close, I’m gonna cum so hard for you,” He’s lost it again, he’s drowning but, he doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care how desperate he sounds, he wants to hear it a thousand times.

“Look at me, focus right here…” You coo to him, attempting to reign in his scattered gaze, your hands coming up to hold his cheeks, “I love you Min Yoongi, I’m so in love with you and, I wanna see you cum for me…because I love you, I love you I love you I love you.”

Yoongi lets go, cumming hard enough to blur he’s vision but, what else is new?

You follow suit, trying to wonder what you did to deserve the precious man currently snuggling into your neck, professing his love over and over into your skin.

This time, he doesn’t stop as things settle down. He pulls you into his arms upon laying down against the warmth of his duvet.

As he holds you, he kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips, your fingers…

Any part of you he can reach, all whilst saying those three little words over and over again.

“When we were on the Ferris wheel, I told you us getting together would be a bad idea…” Yoongi’s voice is hoarse with emotion as he touches you, long fingers tucking your hair behind your ear, “and I need you to know that it wasn’t because I didn’t want you. It was because; I already wanted you so bad. I’ve spent my whole life denying my emotions because, it made things easier for me. The rejections, the self-doubt, the insecurities…everything. But you’ve shown me that I was wrong. Denying my feelings has never helped me, it’s only led me farther from the things I want and, I know that because as soon as I let myself feel again, as soon as I opened my heart…I got you.”

Tears spill over your eyes and, silently, Yoongi kisses each one away, smiling delicately at you.

“I would never hurt you…”

Is all you can manage because, anything else would lead to you sobbing in his arms.

Yoongi’s smile brightens as he nods, “I know and, that’s why my heart is yours now...”

With a sniffle, you kiss him again, long and hard, holding him tightly before whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

Oneshot: Surprise//Obi Wan X Reader

Summary: You’ve noticed that your favorite Jedi has been beyond stressed recently and decide to surprise him with a recent purchase. 

Warnings: Smut! It’s basically pwp. slight dom/sub, Oral (Fem receiving), Fingering, Unprotected sex (Wrap your willy, don’t be silly!), If you squint degradation, teasing, Some slightly cheesy pillow talk, and as always probably some spelling errors!

A/N: First off, this piece is an official reminder that you are amazing, beautiful, and sexy! Also, I am working to get an upload schedule going and next week there will be a chapter of my series! (probably) I want to say as well that I am actively working to research and better my writing skills so that I am able to make better content and tell my stories in a more refined way! Love Y’all! Oh, and credit to whoever made this gif!

Word count: 2.5K

The lingerie clung snugly to your body underneath your thigh length silk robe. It highlighted all the best parts of your figure, enhancing the natural beauty that you exuded. You ran your hands up and down over the small expanse of bare skin between the garter belt and stockings as you stared at your reflection in the long mirror. The past 45 minutes had been spent delicately applying makeup, squeezing into the scandalous lingerie, and sliding on your matching heels. (Even though they were not very practical for the activities you knew were to come.) 

You had finished the process of glaming yourself up and really should have been doing other things but, to put it simply, you were too enamored with your own reflection to care. While you may have been doing this for your lover, Obi Wan, you were most certainly enjoying gazing at your reflection. You felt strong, confident and above all sexy. 

This whole idea had started a few weeks ago when you had been shopping in some of the many fashionable Coruscant stores. The goal of the trip had simply been to acquire some new bras but it was the lingerie section that had caught your attention, especially the set that graced your body now. It wasn't anything too flashy, just a simple lace bra with a garter belt, panties, and some stockings. What had truly convinced you to buy it was the striking color. The iridescent blue was a perfect match to a certain Jedi’s lightsaber.

You had noticed recently that the jedi in question had seemed rather stressed and exhausted. Being the wonderful, considerate person you are, you decided that Obi Wan might need a little pick me up, a small surprise. 

You snapped out of your selfindulgant gaze when you heard the distinct sound of the apartment door opening. With excitement and a wide smile, you practically ran to meet your lover. As soon as he stepped into the apartment you had your hands on him, arms thrown around his neck, pulling you closer to him. 

“Well hello there darling.” He chuckled. Despite his best efforts to hide it, you could hear the distinct tiredness in his voice. 

“I missed you.” You murmured into the shoulder of his cloak. 

“I truly wasn't gone that long my love.” With his hands on your hips, he held you back from him to get a good look at you. You swear your heart melted every time you looked into his brilliant blue eyes, It was truly something to watch them fill up with wonder as he took in your attire. His eyes traveled down from your face and over the expanse of your body, slight confusion coming across his feature when he noticed the stockings and entirely too short robe. “My, my. Whats all this?” You stood just out of his reach so that he could better admire what was viable of your figure.

 “It’s a surprise.” You said, a smirk playing at your lips. “If you come to the bed room I'll let you unwrap it.”  You turned on your heel and walked into the bedroom, the sound of Obi Wan’s footsteps echoed behind you.

Upon reaching the bed room, you directed Obi Wan to sit on the bed. He removed his cloak and spread his legs in that irritatingly attractive way of his. It did however give you the opportunity to stand between his thighs, letting your hands lightly rest on his shoulders. He looked up at you with the face of a man who was starving. A thick, steamy tension filled the air between the two of you.

“And whatever is this surprise for?” He asked, eyebrows raised in question. You shrugged and ran your fingers through the course hair of his beard. 

“You seemed stressed. Besides, you deserve a nice surprise.” Obi gently grabbed one of your hands and placed a tender kiss on your wrist, a silent thank you for noticing his predicament. You couldn't believe how much that small action made your heart flutter. 

“Well?” You questioned after a beat of silence. “Why don’t you get this robe off of me.”A hungry grin spread across his face. 

“With pleasure.” His hands came up to the loosely tied ribbon, the only barrier between him and your body, and he slowly undid the knot. You let the silk robe slide off your arms and drop down to the floor, finally revealing to Obi Wan the gorgeous set of lingerie.

“You like it?” The great General Kenobi was almost rendered speechless. He brought his hand up to stroke his bread as he looked you up and down, mesmerized by your beauty. You felt your skin grow hot under his intense stare.

“Darling,”He stood up from his seat on the bed, so as to be closer you. “You look exquisite.” He brought his lips down to yours, enveloping you into a lust filled, passionate kiss. His hot kisses left you slightly lightheaded. You reluctantly pulled away from him when the need for air grew too much.

“You know, it’s not really fair that I’m over here with practically nothing on and you’re still fully clothed.” He let his rough, calloused hand run over your thigh, over the lacey fabric and up to your waist. 

“Well why don’t we fix that then?” You beamed as you slid your hands under his thick Jedi robes, pushing them off of his torso to reveal the toned chest underneath. You immediately set to work placing small kisses down Obi’s neck, causing him to shiver when you found his sensitive spot. You made your way down from his neck to his chest, making sure to pay extra attention to every battle scar you came across. 

Rising back to his face, you once again wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. You felt Obi Wan’s warm hands gliding over your back and undoing the clasp of your bra. As he did so, you reached your hand down to his trousers and began to palm his semi hard cock. 

Obi Wan turned you so that you faced the bed and laid you back onto the soft mattress. You scooted up the bed slightly and watched as he crawled his way up to you. You teasingly dragged your bra away from your body, before tossing it away to the side. Obi almost groaned at the sight of your bare breasts, he trailed his hand up the skin of your stomach, his mouth following, before reaching your tits. He began by sucking and kissing down your neck while his hands simultaneously groped at your tits. You moaned as he pinched your hardened nipples and trailed his hot mouth down to meet his hands.

“Does that feel nice darling?” He asked as he payed attention to your boobs.

“Uhmm.” You moaned as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, letting his teeth gently graze it while his other hand pinched the unattended one. He spent his sweet time on each of your breasts, covering them with kisses and occasionally tender nips. When he was satisfied, he worked his way down your body to your aching pussy. Thoughtfully, he observed your stockings still clipped to the garter belt. 

“I’m afraid that I like these far too much to remove them at the moment my dear.” you felt your face grow even hotter as he stared up at you from between your legs. Obi let his hand absentmindedly graze your clothed cunt, a wet spot had begun to form on the blue fabric. “I suppose, we can just push these to the side.” He said more to himself than you as he moved your panties over. 

He was so close to where you wanted him, you could feel his hot breath hitting your wet cunt, causing shivers of pleasure to run down your spine.

“Goodness,” He trailed the tips of his fingers over your entrance. “You’re already soaking.” You whined at the contact.

“Y-you’re no fair, I’m supposed to be the one marking you feel good.” He let out a deep chuckle

“Darling, when have you ever known me to be fair?” Before you could come back with a witty response, he pushed two of his fingers into your sopping entrance. You bit your lip to hold back the moan that threatened to rip from your throat. As Obi Wan slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, you laced your hands  through his golden locks in an attempt to ground yourself.

Obi Wan started to kiss around your hips as he fingered you, his pace slowly yet steadily speeding up.

“Obi-” You groaned, his fingers hitting that perfect spot inside of you repeatedly.

“What is it darling? Do you need more, are my fingers not quite enough?” It was all you could do to groan in response. His fingers and words were mixing together around you, creating a lust filled atmosphere that made your head go dizzy. “Tell me what you need darling, use your words and I'll give you need.” 

“Yo-your mouth!” You practically shouted. In a split second, his mouth was on your aching clit. His tongue drew fast abstract designs on your pussy and his beard burned against your skin in the most arousing way possible. You felt the familiar warm coil begin to tighten in your core, you were nearing the edge and Obi could sense it too, feeling your cunt tightening around his fingers. “Obi I’m-I’m.” He moaned against you, wordlessly encouraging you. 

“Come for me Y/n.” He murmured around you, his fingers furiously pumping in and out of you. At his words you felt that tight coil of pleasure snap. You came undone on his fingers, letting your overwhelmed senses take over your body. When your orgasm began to fade into a pleasant tingle, Obi Wan pulled back from his spot between your thighs, his mouth covered in your juices.

“As always my dear, you taste wonderful.” After taking a moment to regain your breathing, you sat up, leaning close to your lover. 

“Why don’t we get rid of these?” You asked, tugging at his trousers. Quickly, the two of you rid Obi Wan of his last remaining garments before you pushed Obi onto his back. It was your turn to have some fun. You dragged your hands over his toned torso before letting them teasingly run over the skin of his hips, frustratingly close to his hard cock. “I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you all day.” You said as you used the tips of your fingers to gather some of the juices from your wet pussy before coating Obi Wan’s dick with them. 

“Such a naughty girl.” He said between gritted teeth as he watched you slowly pump his length in your hands, intoxicated by your movements.

“Only for you Obi.” You adjusted yourself on top of him so that the head of his cock was positioned at your soaking entrance. You continued to tease his cock against the heat of your dripping cunt before finally giving in to your mutual wants and sinking down onto him. 

The two of you groaned in unison, you relished in the feeling of being so stretched out by him, the slight burn of it soon becoming pleasurable. Obi Wan placed his hands lightly on your waist which you took as a cue to place yours on his strong biceps. Using his arms as leverage, You began to lift yourself off of his length before slamming back down. Over and over you did this, slowly turning it into a steady rhythm which grew faster as the feeling of overwhelming pleasure became more urgent. 

“You look so pretty like this.” Obi said through gritted teeth. “Riding my cock with those pretty stockings on…” You cut him off by planting your lips onto his and whining into his mouth, loving the overwhelming feelings of his lips on yours, his rough hands gripping your hips, and his hard cock buried inside you. You may have been on top, but you were still utter putty in Obi’s hands. 

You pulled your lips away from his. “I- Oh maker- I need more.”

“More?” He questioned, practically taunting you. 

“Please?” That was all he needed to hear. He roughly gripped your waist even tighter, bouncing your body up and down onto him like you weighted nothing, watching the way your tits bounced in his face. You felt his dick hitting that perfect place inside of you over and over again.

“Are you getting close darling? I can feel that perfect little pussy clenching around me.” The most wanton of moans rolled off your tongue, his words always managed to affect you beyond belief. You felt the familiar pressure building up, ready to explode at any moment. Obi Wan’s thrust began to become more frantic and sloppy as he neared his climax as well. “It’s alright darling. Let go.” 

At his command, you released all over his cock, eyes rolling back into your head as pure euphoria rushed over your body. You felt Obi Wan release into you a moment later with a heavenly groan, his cum coating your inner walls. The two of you stayed there for a moment with his softening cock still inside of you, catching your breaths as Obi Wan rubbed small circles into the smooth skin of your back. After a moment, Obi gently moved you off of him and laid you against the pillows. 

“I’ll be back in just a moment.” He placed a kiss on your temple before walking into the refresher. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the soft sheets on your warm skin. In a moment, you heard Obi Wan come back into the bedroom. You felt him stand and the edge of the bed and unclip the garter belt before slowly removing it, your stockings soon following. He then used a damp washcloth that he had just retrieved to clean up the mess between your thighs. He dropped all those items into a hamper before crawling into the bed with you. 

“C’mere darling.” He said, pulling you into his arms and laying you practically on top of him. You let your head rest over his heart, listening to the steady comforting beat of it as he stroked up and down your spine. “Thank you so much Y/n,You cannot truly fathom how much it means to me when you take notice of little things, like tiredness and stress, and work to make me feel better.” You finally opened your eyes and smiled up at your man.

“Of course Obi Wan. You deserve the world and the least I can do is surprise you once and awhile.” He placed a chastise kiss on top of your head.

“I love you.”

You smiled sleepily into his chest. “I know.” 

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[dascarecrow]

Marinette’s Many Dates - Marinette and Her Allies

Thought I’d give you a look at what’s the deal with Marinette and her friends in this story of mine.  

Marinette is the star of the show of course. She’s dealing with a lot of problems that I’ve outlined already (Miraculous stuff, issues with classmates) and also has commissions she’s been working on. Her social life has been hectic to say the least. She’s been so stressed out that she starts subconsciously doing design work without even realizing it (of course the fact she’s brought along her materials for designing says quite a bit by itself) It gets so bad that she’s actually gotten through all of her commissions and is still looking for something to do. Her friends recognize how bad things have gotten and convince Marinette to try the dating service. You can guess where it goes from there. We have some tragic laughs with Mari here. 

Her circle of friends has been overhauled a bit. The usual trio of Adrien, Alya and Nino aren’t as close with her because of the problems Lila has been causing but I’ll get to that in another post. Needless to say her circle of peers is pretty different here. 

First there is Chloe. Yes I’m making her a better person here. That’s my choice. One of the deviations here is that she actually got over herself and managed to grow as a person. She’s an actual friend of Marinette’s here because that’s always fun. This is still the Queen Bee though. She still has a sharp tongue but uses it more for not so harmful snarking. Her efforts at being a better person involve channeling her pride and ferocity into helping people. Unfortunately this also means dealing with others on an equal level, which she’s not that great at. She’s trying but her social skills are a tad rusty.  I am bringing Zoe and all of the family drama that would entail into this as something interesting to do with Chloe. One of the things I am sticking to is that she still exposed herself as a hero (in order to impress her mother. I don’t know if that was the case in the show but I have little interest in digging around to see if I’m right or not.) and has to be retired as a hero. I’m debating if I should stick to that and have it that she never gets the Bee again or allow her to regain it. Either way while she’s not happy about the decision she does make peace with it as for the best. Also she wasn’t Miracle Queen, that was Mayura who was akumatized. I’ll explain what happened there in the actual story. 

Her friend orbit now includes Rose and Juleka a bit more prominently. The two found out about Lila’s lying (Rose is in contact with Ali and would obviously tell Juleka) and are firmly on Marinette’s side now. They aren’t too happy about how Lila’s influence is making everyone worse but also know trying to help them right now is an exercise in futility so they’re focusing on helping Marinette as much as possible. Pigella and Purple Tiger both start making more regular appearances. Pigella because her ability can outright snuff out the emotions that power Akumas and Sentimonsters with the strength of hope. Purple Tiger because due to shenanigans with Chat Noir she needs a more combat capable associate.  

Alix is also a more prominent friend to Marinette. No real reason why I just think it works. Not sure about Bunnyx yet. We’ll see what happens. 

Nathaniel is the last classmate who’s in Marinette’s friend orbit now. Unlike the others who get sucked into Lila’s corruptive game he identifies far more with Marinette as a fellow artist and also he remembers that Marinette is the reason he and Marc have a partnership now so he’s on her side. If the boy gets a Miraculous soon I’ll put it in. 

Now for outside of the class. 

Marc is in the same boat as Nathaniel and has the bonus of not being in the same class as Lila so good vibes there. 

I have seen stories where Aurore is a friend of Marinette’s and thought I would include it here. (Not sure if that has any basis in canon but this is fanfiction) Will definitely consider giving her a Miraculous. 

Luka is still enamored with Marinette but for one reason or another they didn’t start dating. It’s mostly on Marinette’s end because Luka is having his own problems (The Jagged Stone reveal still happened here) and she doesn’t want to burden him with more issues. Not that this stops certain people (Chloe and Juleka) from wondering, very loudly I might add, why Marinette won’t date Luka given that he’s available, in an emotionally turbulent time in his life that could be assuaged by the love of the right girl and most importantly into her. Luka wasn’t exposed in the Miracle Queen battle so Viperion is still active and in fact gets called on a bit more. He does take her use of the dating service in stride, even if he is a bit heartbroken that she seems to be avoiding him as a romantic partner, and shows a great deal of patience and maturity with her choices. He understands that things are going on in her life right now and maybe she just wants something that isn’t a big commitment. I do have Luka as the quote-unquote “True” pairing of the story for those who don’t appreciate crossover ships. 

Kagami fills an interesting role. She and Adrien do try dating but he decides it won’t work out and cuts things off . She’s not exactly happy about this but does find some solace in her friendship with Marinette, especially now that they don’t have to compete with each other over who gets to be with Adrien. And events transpire to show that Adrien may not have been the boy she thought. She supports Marinette in anyway that she can in her dating and along the way may discover that Marinette makes her feel the way she thought Adrien would. Depends on my mood. Like Luka she wasn’t exposed in Miracle Queen so Ryuko gets to stay active. And oh does she have some words for Chat Noir. 

The final important ally Marinette will have will be Su-Han. I’ll skim over the details of how that meeting wound up going in the actual story but he will be a helpful ally to Marinette. He essentially realizes that Mari is a girl thrown into a war with the barest minimum of warning and assistance and recognizes that regardless of rules and codes she is a Guardian and has done the best she can in the role. He helps out by teaching her the ways and knowledge of the Guardians, such as the Akuma resistance technique, and pretty much takes over where Fu left off. Basically where Fu was Obi-Wan, Su-Han is Yoda. He is a lot warmer than he was in his debut episode and does what he can to help Marinette, both in her life as a civilian and as a Guardian.   

#Miraculous Ladybug #Marinette's Many Dates #These are the main good guys of the story #Kagami could be the Yuri option here #She would be both confident and uncertain as a love interest

[siremasterlawrence]

Fantasy Isle : Celebrity Edition # 1.

I could not sleep tonight the full moon is all a glow in my window shining on me. I find myself rising form my bed sleepless walking out on to the road.

I hear this strange desire calling for me to call out in to the air, I fall in a trance like state walk out to the sea. I can see figure standing in the water, but it is literally the lady in the lake.

She has come to life absolutely gorgeous he finger points to me, I am enamored by her an mindless walk in. My body sinks down in to the depths of the ocean.

I am lost for time when I wake up days later on a stranded island. “Welcome your Majesty!” I can hear from what I thought is a disembodied voice.

I can see my eyes start to filter vision coming through the pain is unbearable, the firing of nerves are going haywire. I finally see again

as the same women helps me up leading me away.

I settle in a wide cavern like setting drying off in the heat filtered area, laying on my back for him he locks the place in. “Your Majesty relax an set all of your dreams to life.”he adds.

My hands on my head shakes shivering on my impact from inner vibrations, but I find myself lost when I wake up in bed with sunlight bath over me.

I roll over to my side seeing a large shadow like figure stand on the bathroom doorway, but I could not tell. “Master, are you ok?” A voice of concerned is thrown.

I sit up wiping my eyes ridding me of my tired feeling, did my eyes completely deceive me at what I saw. “I love you Master.” The mega voice speaks again.

His hands landing on my knees strong palms grab by knees, they are tightly wound around them. “Don’t want anything to happen to you?” He says staring in my eyes.

“Henry Cavill?” I question not sure that he is here, but he smiles at my surprise leaning in to kiss me softly. “Fantasy Island where dreams are real, but you can’t ever leave.” Henry tells me whisper in my ears.

“I will always be here for you, I will be the thing that makes you live, and I am your humble but happy servant.” He utters kissing me softly with love as I spread his ass apart, I undo his clothes.

-

His massive muscular frame lays me back on my bed, sliding his body over my skinny sexy frame. His lips trace done the outside of my body licking, kissing, and sucking my body carefully.

“You are my everything, my world, and my life my king.” Henry states continuing to worship me. The feel of his body on mine is the most pleasurable thing I ever felt.

The sway of the wind rushes in to the room blowing all over me, the cooling sensation takes over me. I am so turn on by how erotically charge I feel right now then the rush of pain when it was gone.

“Master forget about Henry.” Another voice says to me weak, familiar, and with so much love. I face him not sure that I care that Henry is gone.

It is my first love Chris Evans active laying his back on the wall, but Henry Cavill is knock out on a chair. Chris makes his way over to me lay in my lap wrapping his arms on me.

“I love you, Master Lawrence.” Chris says to me giving me a kiss, I throw him on to the end an make love to him. I can hear the moans from his mouth the sounds bounce out loudly.

I undo his clothes one article of clothing at a time inhaling his scent, I lick his arms pit as he screams. I begin it tickle Chris carefully giving him a chance to show how child like he is.

If Chris Evans had not been a silly adult male all of his life, but let’s be really honest about it is totally obvious. “You are such a kid.” I tease him tickling him again as he grabs hold of me.

Chris yanks me down parading over on top of me worshiping my body, we make out again with more intensity. “I am the love of your life Master I know it.” Chris says confidently.

I lose control throwing him on to his stomach letting my hands take over, and he is in total satisfaction. I slip my cock in to his ass as he moans in pain, and in pleasure of himself.

“Who am I to you bitch?” I yell at him as he laughs a bit at his one shame, and his own demise to his superior Master. “I am your one true bitch, fuck Henry.” Chris says.

He is not the same kind of cute innocent child like Chris anymore, and he is nothing more then a slave bitch. “I live for my king.” He adds saying to me sucking me down with love.

-

The next morning blast in to the room blinding me as I wake, he kisses me again one last file or I thought he did. My eyes pop out an Chris is on the floor completely out not sure what to think.

“Hey babe, I am over here.” I can hear him call out to me, this man is just as sexy but older an appealing. “The two of them are nothing.” Tom happily blows me a kiss.

“Tom Hardy, really?” I question my feet landing on the floor as I stroll over to him, he swings my body to face him. He leans upward to me for a kiss.

“Baby, sit on my lap.” Tom begs me with very pleading eyes, but it is almost pathetic to see him like that. I kiss him carefully tapping my fingers on his brain.

“Stand up, and give me a striptease.” I order him as he jumps up to obey my many forms of commands. I watch in delight the switch goes off an I am suddenly in private strip club room.

The music starts pumping up loudly with an array of different types of music, but all I can focus is on that tight body. “All for you my love, but their so much I can do.” He exclaims rips his clothes off.

His eyes glow green with my power lighting his face up shining on me, I watch allowing him room to bust a move. I stand up dancing my way to his side as I dance with him again.

We make out in between the grooves as we party all night, dancing in to the the dawn of the day. Drinking champaign, breaking glass, and making a fool do himself.

“We are the night Master.” Tom screams out drunk from his happiness, I am almost more impressed with his foolish behavior. I throw him on the bed ready to fuck him.

“Ready to join us?” I ask him knowing his ole tired answer, I have heard it a thousand times over. I slip over him draping down my skinny body on top his muscle one, and I will soon have him dog myself.

I fuck hm endlessly for hours igniting his inner slave mind, and Tom Hardy will no longer be anything. Just a mindless bottom robot made to obey only me.

“All three of you will kneel at my feet forever.” I instruct them as they fall to their knees, but they shall obey me. We are now a harem that is dedicated, designed, and made to serve me.

The end.

#Celebrity isle.

[onepickyreader]

19 Days, why am I even writing a review, you've all seen my extensive 19 days spamming on here. This doesn't feel like a manhua I am going to forget in about five years, and stumble over the internet to double check if I liked it.

This feels already like a permanent fandom, and I’ve wrote already a couple of short fics about it. Now, you must know, I haven’t written fanfics in about 10 years.

Now, I am no artist, I understand nothing of art, art is usually not the super priority when I choose to read a manga or a comic, but I am absolutely enamored with 19 days' art, so much that as soon as I can I will probably buy the artbook and the first volume. It has a such a raw gritty feeling and somehow works for both the comedic moments and the angst/drama moments. Not to mentions that everything looks SO DYNAMIC.

This started pretty slow for me, the art was the only thing that got me interested, and if I have to be honest I wouldn't have thought that I could be so invested in a comic without a linear storytelling, or an overall arching plot, as 19 days is more like a bunch of photographs, all part of a longer timeline.

The story shows snippets of days (usually one snipped = one comic, but more and more frequently an episodic event takes a couple of comics or more) and revolves around middle schoolers Jian Yi and Zhan Zheng Xi, their friendship and the slow realization that they both feel something more. While Zhan Zheng Xi has a pretty normal and adorable family, Jian Yi seems to come from some turbulent roots, with his father and family probably involved in criminal activities. The story jumps around, between present and future, showing how Jian Yi disappeared the second day of high school, to be reappear at Zhan Zheng Xi's doorsteps years later.

While the tone of the comic is mostly comedic and humorous, the author also throws in some bittersweet nostalgia, angst and the general heartbreaking feeling of falling in love. Soon enough, two other characters have also been added to the mix, one is He Tian, Jian Yi's friend, and also coming from a criminal family, and the other is Mo Guan Shan, a bully who is slowly sucked in the group, at first quite forcefully, until he seems to actually become friends with the others.

I just. Mo Guan Shan? I AM SOLD. He became my favorite in two panels, the absolute contrast between his look and appearance, and his softness. 

I have some minor problems with this manhua, but nothing that was really detrimental to my enjoyment: first of all I am not a fan of stories about mobs and criminals, and the idea that one of these kids might grow up to become one... makes me highly uncomfortable (I always need the cops to catch the mafia guy, in my stories). I can easily ignore this, as we don't know what these guys will be when adults (but I am afraid for He Tian!).

My second complain is that I was not able to tell apart the different timelines, but this has probably more to do with me rushing through 19 days tO SEE MO AND HE TIAN HUG. So I should have been more careful.

My third main problem is that... for the majorty of the story, these are supposed to be around 15 years old? Middle schoolers?

I think I've read that China has middle school between 12 and 15, and then high school, so I suppose the kids are all around 15. And yet, they seem so much more like adults? No the way they joke around (which is often very childish), but the way they are drawn and the way they are involved in criminal activities. It just feels strange, to me, and I had to pretend they were all around 18, or something similar.

Said this, these are minor complains, because I am here for the long run, I am completely sold. I enjoy both the longer plot, and the slow way the mob/criminal elements were worked in the every day life of these guys, managed to trick me into getting invested in all their families, and finding out MORE about all and each of the secondary characters.

#19 days #bl review #manhua #review #long review #yaoi

[anonthenullifier]

How long have you been a member of the scarletvision fandom? What drew you here in the first place? Have you ever considered leaving?

I became a Scarlet Vision shipper while I was watching Age of Ultron. I became enamored with Vision the moment he was born. Everything about his character was immediately fascinating to me and I loved him instantly. When he saved Wanda at the end, I had no option but to love them together. 

Even though I began reading fanfiction and lurking on tumblr right after AoU, it took some time before I was actively in the fandom. It started with the story For Love and Wanda Maximoff. I read that three times in a row and felt like I should probably comment on it. And then @chestnutbrumby ‘s Sweet Dreams series sucked me in and I started commenting on those too. She eventually convinced me to write a fic and from there, well, here I am. 

I have thought about leaving a couple times. I’ve been burned out a time or two with writing and keep finding that fandom is the first thing that I give up whenever life gets overwhelming (like recently). But, so far, I’ve always come back to it because I enjoy Scarlet Vision and the fandom itself so much.

#ask anon #anonymous

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey! I love all your recs so much thank you for taking the time! Please can you put together a list of fics where everyone thinks Stiles is amazing or gorgeous and he has no idea? Thank you!!

Here’s a bunch of insecure!Stiles. - Anastasia

Best Laid Plans of Wolves and Men by Jerakeen

(1/1 I 2,026 I Teen I Sterek)

Maybe murder seems better to Derek than being Stiles Stilinski's pretend boyfriend.

Blood Moon Run by jackgyeoms

(1/1 I 2,292 I Explicit)

Stiles wasn't really sure why everyone insisted that he participate in the Blood Moon Run.

Or the one where Stiles doesn't want to run but has to, and it ends up being a very good thing.

A Question of Pack by CawCawMF

(1/1 I 5,290 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles had always been sure of his place in the pack. That place being the absolute lowest tier in the hierarchy of werewolf pack dynamics, but he was sure of it all the same. He wasn’t necessary exactly, since just about anyone could conduct research on supernatural mythology, but his job was still important to the pack and he felt good about that. At least, that’s what he always thought. That all came crumbling down one sunny afternoon in the form of Jackson’s big mouth.

Where In the World is Derek Hale? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 5,968 I General I Sterek)

It had been four days.

Four days since the incident. And he hadn’t heard from Derek once since then.

They’d been out fighting the most recent big bad, because Beacon Hills was a fucking magnet for bad things coming to town. They’d been in the middle of the fight, and Derek had told Stiles to run, which he hadn’t, because fuck you Derek Hale. So he hadn’t run, which ended up being a good thing, because he ended up saving Derek’s life.

When they’d won, the two of them dirty and panting, Derek had rounded on him and proceeded to shout at him for being stupid and reckless. Stiles had screamed back, and it had basically been a giant back and forth shouting match before Stiles had blurted out, “Because I fucking love your dumb, stupid face you idiot!” and had proceeded to kiss said idiot's dumb, stupid face.

What's Held on Our Shoulders by chameleonoverhere

(1/1 I 8,458 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek drops Stiles off at school, and this attracts the unwanted attention and harassment of some kid. He exploits Stiles' greatest insecurity, has him asking questions about his relationship with Derek that he never had before.

The Courting Dilemmas of a Spark and a Werewolf Prince by green-leaf (greenleaf)

(2/2 I 11,472 I Teen I Sterek)

Talia smiled calmly. “I am well aware that you are not a werewolf, my darling, but I thought this would be the best reading material for you to use as reference. After all, how would you know how to act during a courting ritual if you do not study it?”

“But I don’t... I’m not…” Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you setting me up with someone?”

Talia rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t be obtuse, my darling. Why would I set you up with someone –”

“Oh, well, that’s good, because–”

“–when I have a son who is already perfectly enamored with you?”

A Cunning Plan by yodasyoyo

(17/17 I 32,737 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has a plan to get Lydia Martin to notice him. Derek is not impressed.

Your Pain is My Pain (So Stop Being So F#@$ing Clumsy!) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 7,878 I Teen I Sterek)

“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if it was you?” Scott asked, looking between Stiles and Derek with a grin. “You turned eighteen yesterday. Derek got his soulmate yesterday.”

“Dude!” Stiles insisted, horrified, at the same time Derek snapped, “No!”

“I think it’d be sweet,” Talia said from the head of the table. “You’ve known one another for a long time, and this would certainly solve the Werewolf problem.”

“Derek is not my soulmate,” Stiles insisted. “I mean, look at him!” He motioned Derek. “He’s all grumpy and sourwolfish, and I mean, yeah, he’s great to look at, with the stubble and the working out, and face of a God sculpted out of stone and all that, and arms that could definitely carry me damsel-in-distress style whenever he wanted and what was I talking about again?” He turned back to Talia. “I think I lost my train of thought.”

He's...something by countrygirlsfun

(2/2 I 22,894 I General I Sterek)

Stiles has to admit, keeping his secret under wraps is easier than he expected around his new-found werewolf friends.

Except for the Alpha that is never where he should be.

Secondhand Soulmate by AnnoyinglyCute, Inell

(7/7 I 25,211 I Teen I Sterek)

Not always, not even most of the time, but sometimes -- 24% of the time, statistically speaking -- people meet their soulmates and live happily ever after.

THIS isn't that story.

This is the story of Stiles Stilinski, whose soulmate died before he was born. This is the story of all the sorrows and heartache Stiles experienced, all the bullying and oppression from those who should know better but didn't. This is also the story of the friendships Stiles made along the way, of the battles he fought -- and won -- and the love that endured through it all.

Bite Down Hard by KuriKuri

(1/1 I 25,730 I Explicit I Sterek)

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.

Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –

– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.

Shit.

(Or: In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.)

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

(9/9 I 63,371 I Explicit I Sterek)

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

***

The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.

An Alpha's Mate by EmeraldOcean

(14/? I 68,313 I Explicit I Sterek)

The threat of a rival pack and the discovery of a previously forgotten Hale family legend has Derek playing reluctant partners with his uncle Peter. And that's not the only strange thing that Stiles has noticed about Derek lately. But even the unexpectedly pleasant changes to their relationship can't completely erase the feeling that there's something he's not being told... Something that may change his life irrevocably.

This is Yours by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(2/2 I 73,317 I Mature I Sterek)

‘Lance’ had one hand against the back of his neck beneath his hood, and the other gripping the back of Derek’s head, sucking on his tongue almost lewdly while rocking his hips forward into Derek’s. A groan slid its way up his throat, and Derek broke the kiss, biting at the other’s full bottom lip.

“Seriously,” he said loudly, “what’s your name?”

“It’s a secret,” the other informed him, still smiling impishly, then dove in for another kiss.

Derek decided to let it go for now, he had the rest of the night to get a name out of him.

Higher Ground by Kikileduc

(18/22 I 161,121 I Mature I Sterek I Rape)

This is the story of 9 high school students from around the country, who have been sent to Beacon of Hope, a boarding school for ‘at risk’ teens. They each have a past as well as closely guarded secrets and have all dealt with trauma in one sense or another.

They’ll have to learn to trust and love again in a world that was simply too cruel for their young ages. Luckily for them, John Stilinski started this camp that combines outdoor bonding activities with schooling just for students like them who come from broken homes or got mixed up in illegal activities.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #insecure!stiles #high school au #colorfulwizardpolice

[blueroseblaze]

Question (Nero x Reader)

Request: No

Word count: 2289

Warnings: Reference to sex

Nero had pumped the breaks on the van, causing it to roll to a steady stop. He put the van in park but didn’t turn off the ignition right away, letting the engine purr and the headlights illuminate ahead for just a bit longer. He leaned back in his seat and looked out the windshield.

Nero had driven you both out of the city, not too far, but far enough that the concrete jungle had disappeared behind you. It wasn’t uncommon for calls to come from outside the city, for you to climb in and go for a road trip to the mountains to take care of a particularly nasty demon. And you liked it out there. It was quiet, tranquil, freeing. You wished you could stay out of the city longer.

He had taken you to a certain spot, a lovers lane like road that allowed you to look at the beautiful ocean of lights radiating from the cityscape. You had forgotten about rampages of hell beasts that plagued the city from time to time. From this spot you couldn’t hear the screams or the violence.

He had switched off the van’s engine but left the battery on, so the radio lights still lit up the dashboard. You let the stillness and darkness inside the vehicle embrace you both. While you had no idea what you were doing here, you had to admit it was comfortable, being with Nero sitting in silence. It reminded you of the quiet evenings where you would both just lie in bed together and listen to whatever music you felt like listening to, maybe swapping some stories or jokes too.

But eventually you had to cave.

“Okay, I give up,” you said, “What are we doing here?”

Nero smirked and turned his eyes away from the windshield to look at you.

“Can’t I spend some alone time with the person I love?” He asked.

“Yes, you can. But we normally just hang out in your room. It feels like your planning something and you’re not one to do grand romantic gestures.”

Nero placed his devil breaker on his chest, clutching at his shirt and feigning shock and horror. He wore an overly dramatic look on his face and sucked in a theatrical gasp.

“Why my lady, you wound me!” he cried in an over the top posh accent.

You laughed and reached over to slug him in the arm playfully, he dropped his act and laughed along with you. Your laughter died down and before the silence could turn awkward, Nero reached out and tuned the radio to a slow rock station, he turned the volume down until it the acoustic guitar chords were just background noise. You listened to the lyrics as the artist sang about someone so beautiful, they couldn’t even describe it coherently. You looked at Nero, who swayed his head to the slow rhythm, a soft smile gracing his perfect face. You couldn’t help but smile too.

“I like this song,” he said, his voice hoarse and low, as if he spoke the words before his brain could even produce them.

“Yeah?” you asked. Nero’s tastes normally didn’t run towards sappy love ballads.

“Yeah,” he replied, “It makes me think of you.”

You felt you cheeks heat up and you turned away from him to hide your surprised expression. You reached up and nervously played with your hair, the same way Nero would scratch at his nose when he was nervous or acting shy.

“I think you’re beautiful, (Y/N),” he said. His voice held a matter of fact tone to it, like there was no debate or hint of irony in what he said, yet when you heard it you could feel all the love he felt in his words. You rubbed the back of your neck as you forced yourself to look at him. He was smiling at you, clearly amused by your shyness, but also enamored by you. It was amazing to you how much you could mutually love someone yet still act like a shy lovestruck teenager.

A few more moments of quiet went by, the only sound filling the van was the radio. You felt the cool metal of Nero’s devil breaker caressing the back of your hand to gain your full attention.

“(Y/N), look at me,” he said a tiny bit more stern, just to let you know he really wanted your full attention.

You were finally able to look him in the eyes and you were immediately lost in the beautiful blue irises. When you made eye contact, he seemed to lose all confidence. As he stared into your eyes, every self-assured organized thought seemed to melt together in his head, creating a jumble of emotional sentence fragments barely able to describe how he really felt.

You smiled as he began to stutter through his words. You could see in his face that he was so prepared, so ready to spill what he was feeling. You felt sympathy at the frustrated expression that appeared on his face as you reached to grip the devil breaker in your hand. He froze as he felt you grip his hand and looked back to you. With the opportunity open you seized his face in both your hands and brought him in for a kiss.

Though you had closed your eyes you could sense Nero’s were the size of dinner plate. He stayed stock still as you initiated, moving you lips against his. Eventually he relented. You could feel his whole body relax as he began to kiss you back, his lips moved against yours, opening and closing as he poked out his tongue to tease your lips.

He moved his hands up your arms, pulling you closer to him. Although it was awkward with the open space between the front seats. He did let that stop him, as he blindly reached for your seat belt buckle and loosening it. With your upper body freed he was able to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you close, almost sitting in his lap. His mouth never left yours, your lips still dancing together in a sensual harmony as both your bodies began to heat up. His tongue fought against yours and neither of you could help the soft moans that escaped you.

You removed one of your hands from his face and moved it to tug down at his shirt, your finger twisting around his necklace. Unsatisfied with the progress there you moved your hand to underneath his coat, resting it on his shoulder briefly before trying to push it off his body.

You felt Nero smiled against your mouth and give a breathy chuckled when he realized what you were trying to do. He pulled his lips away from your, but he didn’t pull away entirely. His nose still brushed against your and pressed your foreheads together, eyes perfectly at level.

“Do you remember how pissed Nico was when she found out what we did in the back a few months ago?” he asked smugly and slightly out of breath from the kiss.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his question as you remembered Nico finding an abandoned pair of panties on the floor of the van along with a few condom wrappers. Nero – being the cheeky little shit he was – tried to pocket your underwear as a sort of trophy, much to your annoyance, only to have them fall out of his jacket pocket when you two dressed and left the van. You both thought you had been so sneaky. Eventually Nico found out and forbade sex in the van from that day onward.

“Yes,” you replied.

“Maybe we shouldn’t incur her wrath again,” he said, “Besides, that’s not why I drove you out here.”

“Did you finally realize I was an undercover demon and we’re here for you to shoot me under cover of night?” you joked.

Nero laughed again as he pulled you in tighter and lounged against his seat. Not the most comfortable position in the world but as you rested your head against his shoulder you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Don’t joke like that,” he chastised.

“Then why are we here?” you asked.

Nero took a deep breath as he looked around the van again, you could tell he was trying really hard not to lose his cool again.

“(Y/N),” he started, “We’ve been together for a long time and we’ve been through a lot. At first, I didn’t think anyone would want to put up with the shit I do but you not only put up with it but you’re actively a part of it. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He paused for a moment, but you didn’t say a word.

“And I’m glad that you’re in my life,” he continued, “And I’m glad I’m in yours, and there’s only one way I can think of to really make sure it stays that way.”

You looked at him incredulously, wondering where he was going with this.

He gestured his head toward the passenger side, and you followed his gaze.

“Open the glove compartment,” he said.

You separated from him and settled back into your seat to reach for the glove compartment. You opened it and stared into the piled of papers and trinkets that were thrown in there over time. You began to rifle through the junk as you felt Nero’s eyes on you.

“What am I looking for?” you asked still raking through the expired vehicle registrations.

“You’ll know…” he said cryptically.

You rolled your eyes at his response and continued digging. After pushing away more junk you felt your fingers brush against a small velvet object. You grabbed it and pulled out the little thing. You looked at what you soon realized was a small box. You held it with both hands as the realization slowly set in. You looked to Nero, who silently urged you to open it.

Almost shakenly, you opened the hinged box and gasped when you saw the silver banded ring inside. You instantly recognized the ring in the box. It was one of Nero’s old silver rings that he had stopped wearing a while ago. When you had asked what had happened to it, he brushed you off and said it was damaged and he took it to a shop to repair it.

Even though you knew it was his it was wildly different. The Order insignia was gone, shaves off and replaces with an intricate carving that expanded all over the band. Gracing the top was a milky white gemstone. You had no idea what it was. A quartz, maybe opal? You didn’t know but you didn’t care either. You marveled at how the stone shined even in the dim light.

You peeled your eyes away from the box and back to Nero, who you realized was staring at you this entire time. He had a genuinely sweet smile on his face and an overall expectant look with a hint of concern and anxiousness.

“You like it?” he asked, “I was worried that just changing the size of one of my own rings was just cheap, so I wanted to make it extra special.”

You said nothing, still speechless as the conclusions you made in your head started to become vindicated.

“Try it on,” Nero urged.

With shaking hands, you carefully pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it on your left ring finger. It fit perfectly and gave you the opportunity to really admire the ring. You could even see the cut lines where the ring was resized.

You were too busy marveling at the ring to notice Nero slip his left hand around yours. The warmth of his real hand in yours finally made you break, and you felt tears prickle at the corners of you eyes. Nero wrapped his other hand around your, encasing your hand in the warm embrace of his. His fingers squeezed your hand tightly as you looked into his eyes again.

“You were right,” he said, “I’m not one for grand sweeping gestures, so I won’t go on a huge speech again. I just have one question.”

All you could do was nod your head slightly.

“(Y/N), will you marry me?”

You felt the tears finally roll down your cheeks as you lunged at him from your seat, locking your arms around his neck sending his back into the drivers side door. You happily sobbed into his neck repeating, “yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” over and over again.

Nero laughed out loud at your response and returned your embrace, wrapping both his arms around your back, holding you tightly to his chest. He hugged you while planting kisses all over the side of your neck and your cheek. He rocked you both back and forth as you continued laughing and crying with joy.

Soon you pulled away, your cheeks still hurting from smiling so hard and wet from your happy tears. You leaned into Nero’s hand when he reached to wipe them away with his thumb. Only for him to pull you into another kiss, this one more chaste and quick but still just as passionate.

You smiled at each other, both of you admiring the others beauty.

After what felt like an eternity going by in seconds, Nero settled back into his seat and you into yours. You leaned over resting your head on his shoulder as he restarted the ignition and put the van into reverse. He stroked your hair as the two of you pulled away from your spot and started the drive back home. Both of you smiling like dope the whole way.

A/N: So pretty much everyone wanted to see the fluff when I asked what people wanted to see. Might make a part 2 if people like this one but we’ll see. Hope you all liked it, I know its a little long but I’m a stickler for details. Thanks for reading and I love and appreciate feedback :)

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More details from Dooku: Jedi Lost: - Dooku’s biological sister (Jenza) says she learned about the Jedi from a documentary about them on the HoloNet! - The planet of Serenno is probably named after the house that rules it and has been for ages.  While I think it sounds like the family uses mononyms, if he was going to have a full name, it would be Dooku Serenno. - “Legend has it” that the planet was once part of the Sith empire but Jenza’s great-great-great-great-something-grandfather led the charge against them.  When Dooku was like, “Whoa, I thought it’d be the Jedi who did that!” his sister says, “Like a Serennian would let someone else take the credit!”  “If you believe the stories--and my father does, passionately--grandaddy Serenno fended them off single-handedly.  And the other houses submitted to his authority.” So, dump an entire salt shaker on that, but it’s certainly interesting in terms of furthering the whole unreliable narrator aspect of this story and in giving us detail about House Serenno. - When Dooku sees an ancient dragon statue of mystical importance on Serenno, he halfway hears it in his head even before he reaches out.  When he touches it, there’s a huge quake all around them, but worse is that there’s a screaming roaring in his head--another instance of how being Force-sensitive can really kind of suck in this galaxy sometimes! - Count Gora is furious when he hears Dooku’s name, screaming in front of him (at Yoda, who just rescued Dooku and Jenza from the quake collapsing rubble on top of them) that he never wanted to see him, that “He’s not my son!”  An interesting turn of how biological families aren’t always so great in the GFFA. Later, we find out (via Yoda) that Count Gora immediately contacted the Jedi when he realized what Dooku was, but had left him outside the castle walls, no clothes, no shelter, nothing to identify him.  There were spine-wolves in that forest, Dooku later finds out from research, if he hadn’t been found, he could have been killed.  Yikes, some people REALLY hate Force-sensitives in this galaxy. When Dooku comes back for a funeral (and because he desperately needs to comfort Jenza), Gora stumbles over him and attacks him physically, calling him a “freak”.  (By this point, Dooku’s definitely losing perspective and objectivity because of his desperate need to stay connected to Jenza and the whole funeral affair ends in a GIANT CLUSTERFUCK.) - Man, Dooku is a real shit in this!  He’s so determined to prove himself, no matter that nobody’s asking this of him, that he’s furious when Sifo-Dyas points out that he’s not the one lifting the rocks up off them.  Some embarrassment about being wrong (because it’s Yoda rescuing them) is understandable, but he’s definitely crossing the line about how pissed he is that he was better than everyone else. He comes back around later, there’s a decent person still in there right now, especially when he’s joking around with Sifo-Dyas, but his first instinct always seems to be an arrogant rage.  They’re all out to get him, he’s better than all of them, that his reaction is “I could have been so much more!” when finding out that he was royalty instead of just a common person.  He works through it each time, so Yoda’s concerned, but it’s not like That Kid’s A Walking Minefield, because the whole point of what the Jedi teach is that it’s not a one-time-and-you’re-done mastering of yourself, it’s a lifelong process, and there will always be a back and forth on this. - Yoda says that he’s worried about Dooku, he senses a lot of confusion there, and that they need to focus on him, rather than Count Gora being a dick to everyone.  Later, he visits him in the infirmary and apologizes, saying he was wrong to take him to Serenno.  (Which makes one wonder why he did anyway, presumably, because he thought that the connection to his home culture was important?) - Dooku gets a parcel while at the temple, it’s just handed to him and nobody intercepts this or anything, which seems to imply that it’s fine. - It’s not really said if Jenza was “stolen” because he’s from the Serenno family or because he was a Jedi or even because he’s the Separatists’ leader, it could be any of them. - Man, if supplementary material wasn’t so obscure, Dooku/Sifo-Dyas would be a HUGE pairing, they are SUPER bantery and adorable. - Ky saying all the things Asajj said about his corpse are a lie, and that she cried over his death.  Dooku saying the Jedi just left them on Rattatak, they could have come for her at any time~, but they didn’t~, Ky’s voice telling her not to listen, that she knows that’s not true.  MY HEART IS BREAKING FOR ASAJJ ALL OVER AGAIN. - The holos on the walls of Dooku’s personal cabin on his airship remind Asajj of Rattatak and she’s surprised to find she still misses the dustball that was her home.  I AM HAVING SO MANY ASAJJ FEELINGS. - One of the holos also talks about the Lost Twenty, confirming that they were Jedi Masters who became disillusioned, Yoda says.  Interestingly, this knowledge isn’t really hidden, it’s available as soon as someone asks and Yoda says it’s a good question.  The scene is, of course, wrapped up in unreliable narration to a degree, because it’s a scene of Asajj watching a holo of Dooku telling his sister about his day, and already he’s been established as being kind of real snotty and arrogant, there’s a sense of snobbery and disillusionment himself towards his surroundings (the narration of the scene has a brief moment of showing giving up wealth for the life of a Jedi is a HDU sort of thing, those were my riches!), but I think it’s reasonably reliable to assume that the basic details are right. Someone asks what happened to them, did they fall to the dark side?  The other Master and Yoda say, no, not all of them, some of them became leaders, others taught.  But most just vanished. “Remember them, we must.  Honor them, we must.  Learn from our failure.”  “Our failure?”  “To keep them where they belong.  But, the past they are.  The future, you are.”  And it’s clear that, given that they’re allowed to leave and the examples we have in canon of Jedi leaving are treated warmly by the Jedi Order (until they go full Sith, obv.) and Age of Republic - Count Dooku shows us that they don’t keep tabs on them, that Yoda doesn’t mean they’re wrong to leave, but that the Jedi should honor the memory of them and keep working to understand those who begin to disagree, to work to make themselves a better place for all of their people.  That if those Jedi felt they had to leave their home and people, they should be remembered and not just dismissed as “Oh, they didn’t understand.”  But that they should work to make sure everyone feels like they belong. - THE EVIL BACKGROUND MUSIC EVERY TIME DOOKU OR SIFO-DYAS STARTS DOING SOMETHING SHADY IS HILARIOUS. - GOD, DOOKU, WHAT A DICK.  He’s so mad that Yoda’s just sitting in the garden and meditating and not talking to him and it’d be easy for the reader to go OMG WTF YODA, except then Dooku (who is relating this to his sister) is INCENSED because HOW DARE YODA TREAT HIM THIS WAY, HE’S THE BEST, MASTER SINUBE SAID IT HIMSELF, HE WAS THE BEST STUDENT HE HAD, HOW DARE YODA IGNORE HIM, IT’S AN INSULT!, and you realize, oh, shit, Yoda is doing something about this, not just that he’s stepping in when he senses Dooku’s confusion, but taking on an active role to try to help him, because Dooku is real full of himself and Yoda’s trying to help him address that underlying problem. But doing so through the way the Jedi teach and the way George Lucas believes is the best teaching method--by forcing the student to start thinking about what’s going on here.  Not to just “drill and kill” rote answers into Dooku, because that’s not going to work, but to guide him to critical thinking skills.  UGH, I LOVE THE LITTLE FROG MAN. - Whoa, there’s some really interesting connections to the political unrest in the galaxy that led up to the Clone Wars, about how the “brave new Frontier” of the Outer Rim isn’t telling you about the organized crime that’s on the rise out there, and it’s touching on SO MUCH of what’s covered in Star Wars: Propaganda and reminded me SO STRONGLY of this passage from the book:

     “With eyes toward expansion into the uncharted reaches of the Outer Rim, the traditions of the Core became passé. Opportunity beckoned from beyond the borders of the Mid Rim worlds. The congested planets of the interior were saturated with messages of promise lying outward, a reversal from long-held notions that Coruscant represented the icon of advancement. Republic wordsmiths and artists collaborated to create a sense of civic duty, of manifest destiny, and of deep obligation to spread the Republic banner from Rim to Rim.      “For the well-settled and wealthy elite of the galaxy’s most crowded centers, such notions were quaint but uninspiring. It was the citizens of the Inner Rim, those who had been crowded out of opportunity in the Core, who answered the call for new life in the frontier of the Outer Rim. The Core Worlders became more enamored with the fleeting distractions of fame and fashion, transitory fascinations with sophistication that left little room for messages of faith or tradition that the Jedi exemplified. The lack of representation in the galactic mindshare undoubtedly fixed their future, as dark forces were on the rise that would poison the public sentiment toward the Jedi in the decades to come.” (--Star Wars Propaganda by Pablo Hidalgo) As always, if you want to get an overview of how the politics of the galaxy shaped everything, from the Republic before the Clone Wars all the way to the First Order, that book is excellent and an amazing read.

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