#i keep imagining him saying this with a very menacing tone

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

“Kuna, p-please slow down!”

You had your face buried in the pillow, your ass in the air as the king of curses thrusted into you steadily. You could feel every inch of him sliding along your sensitive walls. It felt super intense from the angle.

Sukuna scoffed at your pathetic whines.

“Calm down, woman. I’m going slow enough as it is.”

He grabbed a handful of your ass, groping you as he continued to rock his hips back and forth. You sniffled into the pillow, desperately trying to hold back tears. You knew that Sukuna wouldn’t hurt you, but it still felt extremely overwhelming. You just weren’t used to a size like his. He was fucking huge. To think that this was considered ‘slow’ to Sukuna. Your cheeks flushed as you tried to imagine what something rougher would feel like.

Sukuna gave an experimentally harsh thrust. The tip of his cock slammed into your cervix.

You squeaked from the sensation, the air getting knocked out of your lungs as your whole body swayed from the movement.

“A-ah!” You let out a pathetic sob as a tear slipped down your cheek. You hid your face into the pillow, holding onto it with your hands. Your knees were dipping into the mattress firmly.

“Are you crying down there, witch?”

Sukuna didn’t sound amused at all. He actually stopped inside of you, slowing to a pause as he awaited your response with a shocking amount of patience.

You let out a huge breath of air which you didn’t realize you had been holding in. Your smaller body was trapped underneath Sukuna’s. You desperately tried to regain some composure while the break lasted.

“S-sorry!” You stuttered. “I can take you…Promise-“

You really wanted to please the king of curses. Ever since you had accidentally summoned him, he made it clear that he wanted to have sex with you. The submissive part of your brain found the idea very appealing. You wanted Sukuna to fuck you into oblivion. You didn’t care if there would be some pain involved along the way.

You gasped into the pillow instantly when Sukuna’s cock twitched inside of you.

He sighed.

“Such a dramatic little thing you are,” he scolded. “You can’t even handle it when my cock twitches.”

Sukuna pulled back nearly half way, before pressing back into your tight pussy. You could physically feel the way that your walls parted for him. Your legs were shaking as you tried to hold the position. Luckily, Sukuna was being rather gentle with his movements.

“Take it, woman.”

Sukuna’s voice was gruff and low. He sounded like he was threatening you. You whined from the tone of his voice, pushing your ass back against him in an effort to take more inside obediently.

Sukuna smacked your ass roughly, before squeezing it once more. He chuckled as he began to pick up the pace.

You gasped from the intensity, your poor pussy struggling to keep up. You kept involuntarily clenching around Sukuna’s throbbing erection.

“Kunaaa,” you whined into the pillow. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, you didn’t even know what to beg for.

Sukuna growled out of frustration, putting one foot up on the bed so that he could thrust into you even deeper. You yelped loudly from the new depth, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head.

Sukuna grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your face into the pillow.

“Shut up and squirt for me, little girl.”

His voice sounded dark and menacing. It made your gut twist with arousal. You could practically feel him in your stomach from how deep he was thrusting. And that name he called you triggered your daddy issues. You gasped and cried as your body betrayed you, convulsing around Sukuna’s cock. Your juices coated his erection just like he asked. Your walls kept convulsing and spasming as you achieved your orgasm. Your juices even began to drip onto the sheets.

Sukuna smirked.

“Such a dirty little whore, huh?”

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#god I needed to write this #daddy sukuna #sukuna x female reader #sukuna x you #sukuna imagines #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #sukuna smut #sukuna headcanons #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna #smut

[leigh-kay]

Phone Calls || Ethan Landry

warnings// overused gf phonecall smut plot, you all mad at me for cutting it short probably, she touches herself and he watches lol, ethan being a menace, degradation <3

She was alone when the phone rang, watching her favorite show. She was biting into a piece of the watermelon she'd grabbed in the kitchen when it startled her into dropping it.

"Hello?" she huffed, picking up the piece from her comforter.

"Hello y/n," the rasp was unmistakable to her ears.

Reagrdless, her eyes rolled, "Turn that stupid thing off. You made me drop my watermelon you jerk."

He sighed on the other end of the line, cutting the voice changer, "You know I thought it'd be funny-"

"To call me using your serial killer persona voice? Ha. I find it hilarious."

"You said it was hot when I showed up covered in blood ," she could hear his pout.

Switching to speaker phone, she sat the phone on the pillow beside her, "It was. Hell even the voice effect is... something. But your voice is my favorite."

She continued to eat her fruit, smiling at the sound of his silence at the end of the line.

He never knew how to take compliments. His flustered behavior gave her an idea. Why not push his limits?

"You sound pretty all the time but I love when you whisper in my ear. Or when you get all grumpy and assertive and sound all... aggressive."

He can tell what she's up to, and it has the opposite effect she'd imagined. Rather than turn bashful, he cuts straight to the very tone she'd talked about.

"Is that so, baby?"

"Mhm," she smiles, though he can't see her.

"Now that I think about it... you do fall apart so easily with just a few words," he's tempting with his words, "dont you pretty?"

The fruit is moved to her bed side table as she readjusts in her sheets, "The words you choose to say play a part too you know."

"Yeah? Like what?"

Heat floods her body as she thinks of all the different things he says. When she's on top of him. When she's pinned beneath him. How he begs when he's in her mouth.

"When you call me yours."

"And don't forget it. What else?"

She can feel her panties as they catch the heat pouring out of her.

"How you say my name when you.." she trails off, eyes shut.

"When I what baby?"

A sigh rushes out of her, "when you're inside of me."

"You just love when I fuck you, don't you?"

Her fingers trail to the line of her shorts, inching them down, "You know I do."

He could hear the slight whine in her voice, "Are you touching yourself?"

She gave no answer as her fingers run through her slit.

"Answer me slut."

She rolled her eyes.

"Yes mr. psycho killer," she snorted.

"Don't roll your eyes at me baby," his voice was less angry and more teasing, "now you're gonna do what I say, yeah?"

She'd come to the conclusion that he was watching her. Which also led her to believe that if she did as she was told, he'd fuck her the way she really wanted. Deal.

"Yes sir," she smiled, eyes wandering to the window at the far side of the room. She imagined he'd be sitting there, up in the tree beside it, watching her.

"Good. Now, play with that pretty pussy just like I would hm?"

She didn't need to be told twice. Slow circles across her clit made bumps break on her skin. She could feel her temperature rising as she grew needier with the teasing touches she granted herself.

"Look at you, teasing yourself just like I would. I bet you wish it was me though," she could hear the pride in his voice and while it annoyed her, orgasms trumped annoyance any day.

She took a breath, "Ethan please."

"Please what baby?"

"Just come in and touch me," she tried to keep her composure, "I'll do anything."

"Make yourself come and we'll talk about me touching you."

She groaned in frustration, "feels so much better when its you though!"

He laughed in a breath, "I know it does. But i want to watch you."

She knew he'd get what he wanted. He always did with that smile and those stupid fucking brown eyes of his. Disagreements were nonexistent the moment he made her look at him and shes pissed at the fact just picturing him is enough to make her more agreeable.

Regardless, her fingers slip into her cunt as she mumbles his name, dragging through her in a quick speed.

"Faster, angel," he demands.

"Please," she moans, "keep talking baby, please"

"God you're a whore. Touching yourself to my voice?"

Fucking hell.

Her eyes squeeze shut as he continues, "Such a pretty whore though hm? My pretty whore."

She nodded, curling her fingers in just the right way to make her whine.

"Sound so needy too, can't fucking wait to touch you honey."

She curses as she falls apart, crying his name and within seconds her closet door is thrown open.

A scream fills her room as he steps into the light.

"Fuck you!" she huffs, shooting daggers into the man ten feet away.

"You knew I was watching," he grins, making his eay towards her before crawling ontop of her.

"You know you say my name so pretty when you come?" he teases.

She finds her eyes rolling again as she glares up at him, "You said you'd fuck me if I listened."

He laughs, fingers stroking the column of her neck as he takes her lips on his own. She was perfect for him. So needy and so fucking mean. He loved it. He loved her.

Her fingers find home in his hair as she wraps her legs around his waist, dragging him closer into her.

The hand beside her head is supporting him as his free hand locks on her waist, holding her to the mattress beneath them.

As she gives a particularly sharp tug to his hair, he gasps into the kiss, hand rushing to her throat. As he sinks his fingertips into the flesh of her neck, she grins into the kiss hes pressing to her lips, "Harder."

He fights the laugh in his throat as she stares up at him, "You're in no place to make demands."

Before she can utter another word, he's squeezing tighter and letting his mouth cover the space across her chest, enjoying the way her body reacts to every move he makes. The way her back arched and her hips would roll against nothing gave him a pride he'd never had before her. She gave him a lot of things he'd never had before.

"I think," he began to drag his hand over her still dripping pussy, "I want a taste."

Her body shivered at the contact as he got between her legs. She could feel that she was insanely wet, but his commentary on it made her body burn with embarassment.

"You get so wet for me," he grinned, pressing his lips along the insides of her thighs.

Her hands attach to his shoulders as his mouth connects with her clit, tongue immediately rolling over it in slow motions. As her hips rose from the bed, his hands locked around her waist, forcing them down.

Her head fell back as his fingers slipped inside of her. She knew she was in for a long fucking night.

#smut #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #scream smut #scream 6 #ghostface #scream

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea the Series: Intro (First Impressions & Predictions)

Because I'm a huge over-analyser whose known for my lengthy BL essays - here are my takeaways from the very brief glimpse we got to Mahasamut and Tongrak. They gave us literally a 1 minute teaser, so as you can imagine, I'm filling in a lot of blanks at this stage.

TONGRAK

Tongrak looks like he's going to be an unapologetic menace. A very sexy and sassy menace. He has an air of blasé indifference which screams 'yeah and so what?' you're not the boss of me'. Someone whose clearly a bit prickly, petulant and headstrong. Writers are often independent or even loners, as it's a very solitary field. They have a very strong vision of what they want, which can mean a reluctance to compromise.

I mentioned that he gives 'I know I'm hot shit' energy. He exudes a confident sexuality which is shown in how assertive he is when flirting and the smugness in how he retorts. He knows he's hot commodity and isn't afraid to flaunt it. Probably is used to having people wrapped around his little finger. 'We play by my rules, I decide if I want you or not'. At worst he may even see people around him as playthings.

Based on the general premise of the series, Tongrak comes to the seaside for inspiration. Uppity cosmopolitan city boy thrown in to the bohemian outdoors. He looks very noticeably out of place in this setting. But he may use that to his advantage, knowing others are looking at him, dazzled by a prince in the middle of literal nowhere.

MAHASAMUT

Now what comes across most strongly about Mahasamut is that he's clearly very possessive. This is signposted multiple times in this brief introduction alone. He steals Tongrak away when he's flirting with someone else. He drags him by the wrist across the beach. I assume at this point they've not known each other long and he's being very handsy and grabby. He asserts that Tongrak 'will have to love him.' (Which could mean: I'll make you fall in love with me whether you like it or not, OR you falling in love with me is inevitable because I'm just too goddamn charming). Pretty presumptuous all the same.

This tells us that Mahasamut is equally self-assured. He has bags of confidence in his ability to keep Tongrak interested. Though he's being turned down, he doesn't appear dissuaded or phased in the slightest. Whether this is due to being generally a bit thick-headed, or putting on a front in order not to let Tongrak feel like he's won, is too early to say.

It's also worth noting that people who have such confidence in their conviction often haven't failed before. And there's a certain naivete in that. It's the whole 'through hard work and determination I can conquer all' mentality, which is not always the case.

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC

Now what really fascinates me about this collision of personalities is that these two are going to butt heads. A lot. Whether that's in a good-humoured tug of war, or a stubborn battle of wills. Tongrak is resistant in a 'I refuse to compromise' type of way. Mahasamut is persistent in a 'I refuse to let it go' type of way (like a dog with a bone). Neither wants to give in. Both are declaring, 'you're going to want me'.

So Tongrak and Mahasamut are not your typical match on paper. There will be fireworks (most likely good and bad). It'll probably take them much longer to find equal footing that goes beyond just sexual attraction or lust. This is why I've got a hunch the love scenes are going to pop off. We're going to get angry sex, I'm calling it now.

You could argue that Tongrak and Mahasamut do share some similarities with Sky and Prapai - particularly with the bickering and chasing - just dialled up to 100.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS

ATMOSPHERE: The setting by the sea should prove to be a really interesting way of playing on tone. Watching those two interact whilst the wind blew around them, with the crashing of the waves in the distance was a whole mood.

CONTEXT: This feels leaps and bounds removed from the more grounded setting of Love in the Air. It almost feels like a summer fling. We're getting what appears to be a more adult backdrop, which I always greatly appreciate within the BL genre.

STYLING: Tongrak's outfits are going to murder me. The silky, drapey, billowy, low cut shirts with ample collarbone on show? CHRIST. Paired with the dainty jewellery. Kill me now.

Also, love the fact they were referring to each other as 'MISTER' and 'SIR'. Like SIR, DO YOU MIND? SIR, I'VE GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU. SOMETHING GOT YOU HOT AND BOTHERED, SIR?

#love sea #love sea the series #love sea meta #memindy #fortpeat #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn #mahasamut #tongrak #they're both going to be petty #'you like me more' #'no YOU like me more' #bothered squared #its starting my friends

[minhosimthings]

Peppers

Symphony Smut Series Day 6: Lana del Rey's Peppers

Lyric: we write hit songs without trying like all the time, all the time

Pairings: Jisung × producer!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, it's kind of fluffy in the beginning, oral (m recieving), p in v, Frottage, unprotected sex (nope not for you), missionary eyy, mentions of riding, chan being a menace at the end, a shit ton of sexual tension

A/N: day 6! Thank you all for the support so far in this series ily guys saur much. This is my first Jisung work so all you Seungie Stans, go wild

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

You needed a break, which was very evident from the dark circles under your eyes and the way your hands were calloused from gripping your lucky purple pencil so hard.

His lucky purple pencil, you reminded yourself, having only borrowed it for a while.

The atmosphere between you and Jisung was an awkward one. His eyes fluttered to yours when you weren't looking, and yours followed suit. Having been meeting for two weeks and being pent up in a studio for the same time, you would have thought it would have eased out. But the tension between both of you almost seemed suffocating.

You like him don't you?, Chan's words had echoed in your mind since the morning. You did like him. The only question was whether or not the feelings were reciprocated.

"Jisung can we take a break?" You broke the uncomfortable silence that had been lingering for so long. Jisung's starry eyes flickered to you. You felt him tense up, the lyrics had been unwritten for so long, and now you wanted to take a break.

"Y-yeah sure we can do that." Jisung stutters, fiddling with his fingers.

"Why are you so nervous around me?" You blurt out, before your mind could say 'Dont say that'.

"What?" Jisung looks at you with widened eyes and a mouth which was unable to get words out, "I'm not nervous what are you talking about?"

"Oh drop the act Jisung." You leaned back in your chair, cocking your head to the right, "You always keep fiddling with your fingers, you never answer me straight and when you do, you always stutter as if I'm some monster you're scared of. So why-"

"Because I like you." Jisung cried, in a tone you had never heard before. It was more confident than scared.

"Because I fucking like you alright? There, I said it."

"Why didn't you say so before you idiot?"

Jisung looks up at you again, his eyes wider than ever before and his mouth hanging wide open.

God you wanted that sharp tongue inside of you.

"you do?" He says, his voice having a cockier effect now.

Jisung didn't know what happened next as you crashed your lips onto his, moving your tongue across it like a snake dancing to a ballad. You tasted exactly like he had imagined, like strawberries and cream on a warm summer day.

Fuck he wanted to be in your pussy so bad, the way it was rubbing against his dick.

"There. You convinced now?" You pulled back, breathing heavily from the passionate and sudden kiss. But Jisung wanted more.

You gave in completely, his lips kissed yours non-stop, peck after peck, kiss after kiss, and when you noticed, you had your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to get some friction while he sat you on a desk, you mewling as he sucked on your boobs and kissed your sensitive neck.

"Jisung, Seungie- stop it. please. s-somebody will come in and-" another moan, this time due the way his teeth bite your nipple kindly, sucking on it.

"and they will see that you're so in love with me you didn't even held back to open your legs." he teased, kissing your lips as you stared at him, a trembling frown on your forehead. "on your knees."

"god, you're so eager, i didn't even need to tell you what to do." he chuckled, caressing your hair as you kissed the tip before engulfing all you could into your pretty mouth, the sounds you made on his dick driving him crazy with the unknown need he had to have you sucking him, looking him with that angry and needy stare you gave him.

You were irresistable to him, a need that he didn’t knew he needed. the seconds went flying as you bobbed your head on him, holding his hips as he fucked your throat just as eagerly as you.

"Still in love with me?" Jisung spoke, an unfamiliar expression clouding his face. Oh how he longed to do this.

"you only sucked my cock and you can't even speak?" he arched his brow, chuckling as he got you sat again, panties drenched with your wetness as you opened your legs without him even telling you to. "and yet you still spread your legs apart to show me just how wet you are." he said, pecking your lips again with a devious smile. "what a dirty girl we have here, huh."

You mewled at the feeling of his tip teasing your clit, your pussy was just too wet for your liking. when he pulled your panties aside, being met with your cries-without-tears and the glistening view of your wet cunt, he laughed, frowning at you as his thumb teased your sweet clit.

It felt so good. your brain was a mess. you were a mess. everytime he thrusted back and forth into you your moans couldn't be stopped, and his soft groans and grunts and the way he talked so dirty about how wet and nasty you were, your pussy clenched more on his cock. God, it was so good. It felt so good. His tip kissing your cervix just the right way, finding your pleasure spot and hitting it multiple times when he noticed how good you seemed to be feeling.

Your soft moans filled up the room as Jisung thrust into you, his hips moving quickly against yours. "You look so pretty," he spoke quietly, the words engraved into your skin as his mouth went to your neck. Your hands gripped his back as he grabbed the pillow underneath you, angling your hips for a deeper thrust. Your nails raked down his back as the tip of cock got deeper, touching your cervix. “So deep," you moaned out, looking up at him to see his eyes darkened and looking at you.

"You can take it," he responded, bringing his head down as his tongue swirled over your nipples. Your back arched at the contact, your legs beginning to shake as he brought his hand over to rub on your clit. "Want to stay in here forever" Jisung added, his tongue swirling around your nipple. Your nails scratched at Jisung's back ruthlessly, clawing and taking your way down as you felt the muscles tense underneath your touch. You get your orgasm building up slowly, a dam threatening to burst with every snap of his hips. Your legs began to shake underneath his grasp, your nails digging into the flesh of his back as he buried his head into your shoulder.

His cock twitched inside your cunt a couple seconds later, indicating that he was close to his orgasm. Your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you as he continued to thrust inside of you. His eyes rolled back, his cock shooting out ropes of cum deep into your cunt. He stayed still for a couple seconds, leaning over and pressing his forehead against yours. He pulled his cock out slowly, grabbing a towel from the table next to you and wiping the tip of his cock.

He brought the towel down to your cunt, applying light pressure as he wiped away at the cum that was leaking out to your thighs. "That might've been the best lyric sessions I've had in a couple weeks," you mused, stretching your arms out as you gratefully took a shirt from the bag Jisung handed you.

"Me too." He chuckled, pulling you into his lap, making you giggle at how hard his cock still was.

"You want me to ride you now?" You laughed, resting your head on his chest, as you heard his phone ring.

"Oh it's Chan hyung." He picked the phone up, keeping it on loud speaker, "Hey hyung what is it?"

"If you two make out in my studio again-" Chan's stern voices bellowed through the room, you could hear Changbin and Hyunjin giggling in the background, "I will kill you."

Before Chan could lecture you anymore however, Jisung cut the call and dropped his phone to the couch.

"Well now that the cats out of the bag." Jisung said, looking at you lovingly, "I'll pick you up at eight then?"

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[deathbxnny]

Jing yuan, blade, luocha and dan heng with s/o who has a scaramouche/wanderer inspired little brother and sometimes she asks them to accompany him (so he won't kill anyone lmfao) the s/o and the brother dynamic is like scara and nahida!! I imagine him and blade either getting along nicely or absolutely despising each other

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A/N: Hello, Anon! Thank you for the cute request! I absolutely love it!<33

Content: Fluff, established relationships, reader has a little brother, mentions/threats of violence, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Luocha

Luocha didn't mind you bringing your brother along at first... until he began becoming a menace to him. He would never outright tell you, that he finds your brother a little annoying and instead just opts to ignoring him, whenever he becomes troubling.

He however also knows how much he means to you and therefore will do his best to try getting along with him. He finds your dynamic kind of adorable, as your brother at least spares you from most of his mean shenanigans.

Luocha will keep your brother out of trouble and will scold him when he gets too out of hand, whether your brother likes it or not. Eventually, he'll begin to maybe respect Luocha, but that's something he'll never admit.

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》Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is completely unaffected by your brother's mean words or actions and in fact finds it very entertaining. He'll just give him a lazy grin and tease him with his own words, until your brother gives up and leaves him alone.

Threats of violence or destruction also don't work, as he'll just ask him to duel him then. Once your brother inevitably loses, he'll just take him to play Xiangqi with him to calm him down. Jing Yuan isn't the one to brag and understands that your brother may just be a troubled brat. He'll eventually learn to respect the older man through that too.

Jing Yuan finds your dynamic with your little brother really adorable and will often comment on how much "nicer" he seems around you. And he better be, as Jing Yuan won't hesitate scolding him, if he ever dares insult you too much.

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》Blade

Considering how similar they are, I'd say that they despise eachother because of it. They are both harsh and mean, something they often take out on eachother with poor you in the middle of their arguments. They won't ever see eye to eye and even completely refuse to.

With that said, they also argue over you specifically, mainly if the other was much harsher to you than usual. That ends up with threats of violence of all kind, which you have to nervously shut down before anyone gets really hurt.

But you also try making them get along for your sake at least, by making them spend time together training. This actually does seem to work, as they are impressed by eachothers abilities and begin to mutually respect eachother for their strengths... but that's something they'll never admit to eachother.

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》Dan Heng

He's just... confused. Like, how are the both of you even related? The first time he met your little brother, he just deadpanned and walked away, deciding he was certainly not going to deal with that. Your little brother will get a similar reaction every time, until he begins to become less mean to him on your request.

After that, Dan Heng will attempt to get along with your brother in some ways, like showing him around the archive room or training with him, whenever he asks. He knows how important he is to you and therefore does his best to deal with him, despite his mean personality.

Though his patience actually pays off, when your brother starts respecting Dan Heng over time and seems to genuinely enjoy his company alot. He never says it outloud ofcourse, but you can tell that he does, whenever he asks you, if you're going to visit him again in an "annoyed" tone of voice.

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A/N: I hope this was alright! Thank you again for the request!<33

#honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr blade #hsr blade x reader #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr dan heng #hsr dan heng x reader #hsr luocha #hsr luocha x reader

[seek--rest]

Inspired by this because @missamyshay is a menace

MJ is exhausted.

She’s not sure what she expected about becoming the lead— the grueling rehearsals and back and forth and back again from fickle directors is something MJ’s been more than aware of ever since she started auditioning.

She’s worked her way up from the chorus to the secondary, never really getting the chance to be front and center until her last play Turtle Drive became a runaway hit— surprising everyone, least of all herself, with how well people responded to it.

Critics were divided, as to be expected from a biopic of a forgotten 90s singer but audiences were engrossed— the one bright spot consistently done in reviews being that of MJ’s performance as the stereotypically sassy Black best friend, having a song that felt on the nose in its satire despite how much MJ tried to sell it.

And sell it she did, with every ounce of her being— determined to prove that she had the chops to make it and move above the bit parts she’s always been relegated to.

Tuttle Drive’s success paved the way for her role now as Edith in Taking Flight, a monstrous beast of a thing that sought to combine all of Shakespeare’s works together in a fictional town out of New England.

Edith was a difficult character, an impossible amalgamation of Juliet, Ophelia, Katharina, and Beatrice that made MJ’s head spin. When she first read the script, she had thought it was daring and inventive— interesting and so very different.

Now, after weeks of rehearsal on a spinning turn table and going over numbers that felt less innovative and more confounding— MJ was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake.

It’s what she’s thinking of, amongst other things like what she’ll finally get to eat today when she sees a shadow pass over her— glancing up and seeing a familiar rush of red and blue.

“How you doing tonight, ma’am?” Spider-Man asks, MJ smirking as she glances up and then keeps walking.

“Just fine, spidey,” she says, imagining the look on Peter’s face underneath the mask. He has a habit of doing this, finding her on his patrol in what the calls an attempt to make sure she’s okay.

What MJ isn’t so fond off are the Daily Bugle reports later, hating the idea that her new play might get even more press in all the wrong ways as she hears him snort.

“What’s the hold up, lady?” He says, his voice shifting until it’s that odd mix of a Transatlantic newscaster and old-school New Yorker. “You got somewhere to be?”

“I do actually,” she says, glancing up as he hops from one branch to another. “My husband’s waiting for me.”

“Is he now?” Peter asks, MJ seeing some tourists out of the corner of her eye. “Must not be a good one then.”

“Excuse me?” She asks, glancing up only for Peter to make his presence known in the weirdest way possible.

He knows that she loves him entirely but the more spidery parts of him were her least favorite.

Which is why Peter— hanging upside down right in front of her— was all but an act of war as she frowns.

“Pretty lady like you, walking the streets all by yourself?” He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “What kinda man is that?”

“Are you saying I can’t walk home by myself?” She asks teasingly, watching as he tilts his head.

“I think you can do anything you set your mind to Miz Watson,” he says, his tone still joking even if MJ can still hear the sincerity in it. He knows how much she’s been worried about the play and while he can’t say as much here and now— with a family of tourists staring at the two of them intently. “Why, you’re a famous Broadway star.”

“Not that famous.”

“Famous enough that it can be dangerous, walking here all by your lonesome,” he says, hearing the laugh in his voice.

MJ glares at him, the white eyes of the mask staring back at her.

“Well, miz Watson?” He asks, MJ holding back the urge to laugh from his dumb accent. “What do you say?”

“I guess,” she says with a laugh.

“Trust me, ma’am. No sirree, you won’t regret it,” he says, seeing the bystanders around them turn.

This will definitely end up trending somewhere, seeing the phone angled in her direction.

Never have, she thinks to herself as Spider-Man loops his arms with hers and leads them forward— trusting him to take her home.

#seek speaks #petermj #spideychelle #petermjane #peter parker #mj watson

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Namor Imagine Series Part 4

Your first day in Talokan could've went better. Namor revealed that you would be staying in the underwater cave. Where he initially kept Shuri and Riri prisoner, but the cave had been changed around to make it more homey. He wanted to ease into this new lifestyle and knew asking you to be in the underwater city capital would be too much. So for now you would call the cave system home which wasn't too bad.

It was when he was giving you a tour of the cave system showing you. Where his main space was located things took a turn for the worst. One of the generals walked into the room with a spear in hand. It was the woman you recognized as Namora. She took one look at you and spoke in their mother tongue to Namor.

He gestured for you to wait by the wall with the painting of his history on it. While he went off to the side to talk to his general. Without access to your kimoyo beads or Groi. There was no way for you to understand what their were saying. But the tones of their voices gave the topic of the conservation away. Namora sounded frustrated and would shoot you a menacing look every now and then. Namor sounded like he was doing his best to keep his cool, but you could see the muscles in his back tensing up. He was starting to lose his patience with her. The intense discussion went on for about five minutes before Namor finally snapped.

"She is your queen now you will give her the same respect. You give me" he roared angrily.

You flinched at the not only the volume of his voice, but the emotional intensity of his words as well. The only time you ever heard him sound so angry was when he invaded Wakanda, and while Namora was able to keep a straight face. You could see the hurt in her eyes. She felt betrayed.

Her beloved king who she has served for God knows how long just brought an outsider into her home. A man she trusted with her life just choose you. A woman of another nation that was just their enemy a few days ago over her. You made your way over to them placing a hand on Namor's shoulder.

"Namor can we talk for a quick second?" You asked him.

Namor didn't even bother to acknowledge you his eyes boring into his general's. As he waited for her to look away and back down. You could see Namora know had balled her hands into fists, and was doing her best not to tremble. This wasn't going to end well.

So you tried another tactic hoping it would work. You moved your body between them, and took his face in your hands with a firm grip. "My love I need to speak to you alone." It wasn't a request this time. Maybe it was the fact you used the same name of endearment that he used for you, or maybe it was the sharpness of your voice. Either way this time you got his attention as his eyes glanced down to meet yours. "Send her away please."

Namor gave her a quick command without hesitation. Namora turned and stalked out of the cave. The second she was gone you pulled away from him. "What was that?"

"I will not allow her or anyone else to disrespect you" Namor said. In his eyes did nothing wrong, but in yours he had done everything wrong.

"Namor you might be able to prance around Talokan with me on your hip, and declare that I'm the queen of your people. Without the civilians or the children putting up a fight or questioning things. But your army is a whole other story. There very job is to cautious of outsiders like me especially considering. They helped you lead an attack on my people just a few days ago. It's going to take time for me to win them over." You explained to him.

Namor took in every single one of your words, and gave you a nod. "Then what shall I do?

"Just let it happen naturally like this marriage remember. How you said we can learn to love each other."

"Yes."

"Well Namora and the others will learn to trust me you just have to give it time. I want this to work Namor and be as real as possible."

"I want the same thing" He said.

"Good so you're okay with holding off on the actual marriage part for now?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

Namor frowned as the gears in his head started turning. "Are you trying to back out?" His voice got dangerously low.

You held eye contact with him not missing a beat when you answered. "No I wouldn't be here if I was going to do that. I will stay here and get to know you, your people, your way of life, and one day I will love Talokan as much as I love Wakanda. One day I will be willing to lay down my life for this place, and that will be the day we marry. I know you just wanted an alliance between our two nations, but you said it could be more. I want that Namor don't you."

Namor regarded you for a few seconds not giving away anything, and honestly he had you worried for a second. That he was going to laugh in your face and set the date of marriage for tomorrow. But then he let out a soft sigh. "It might take power to earn a throne, but the trust of your people is required to rule a nation."

"Is that your way of saying yes" You replied.

"Yes my queen I will give this time" He confirmed.

"Good thing I'm going to need you to do something for me then. While I'm down here earning the trust and love of your people."

His eyebrows furrowed in question as to what else you could want, but nevertheless Namor gestured for you to continue.

You knew he wasn't going to like what you were about to say, but you had to try at least. Your peace of mind depended on it.

"I need you to make peace with my mother."

#mcu imagine #marvel imagine #namor x reader #namor imagine

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Hii^^ I don't know if you still take requests, but I keep imagining a scenario where the angel convinces Kai to take care of his skin with her (I don't know how he does it, but it works)

So, Kai has a face full of clay when suddenly Pops or some subordinate finds him.

Ok, you guys know that a lot of bussines man actually do skin care and manicure right??? Just imagine this douchebag doing this, he would be so annoyed while sitting there-

"No."

"Come on your skin is begging for some"

"No."

"But-

"No." He said more firmly while writing something on paper, soon putting it aside in a pile with more force than he needed to.

Huffing while crossing your arms over your chest, you still had the guts to glare at him, soon receiving a more menacing glare from those golden eyes.

Honestly, you were the only one, probably, on the whole Japan that had the courage enough to glare at the soon successor of the mafia... and even sometimes to make him scared.

But right now? You both were standing your grounds. Neither of you were backing down so easily.

"Kai there is nothing wrong with-"

"Is disgusting, it stays literally glued to your skin, the smells of it is terrible and why the hell would we waste cucumbers to put on eyes? Is just ridiculous." He sighed "go bother someone else."

"So that's how is going to be?" You murmured on that tone of voice you knew affected him... and just by looking how his hand stilled it was starting to make effect.

"Exactly." He spoke back and when he went to look at you he froze.

Puppy eyes... teary puppy eyes..

"Alright... I just wanted us to spend time together... you're always so busy..." You faked a sniffle

"Don't do that." He growled.

"Ok, I will leave you in peace now, since I'm such a bother..." turning your back you could heard his chair screeching, meaning he had stood up abruptly.

"(Y/n) stop that right now-"

"Is fine... I will going now... maybe setsuno will accept this." You smiled at hearing his footsteps.

"(Y/n) don't you dare-!"

"Have a good day... Chisaki." You snickered at hearing the audible gulp coming from behind you.

.

.

"I think I brought everything..." You mumbled while checking the basket while in your bed stood a very pissed off Kai with a scowl on his usual neutral face.

"I am starting to think you're the devil in disguise." He muttered while you sat in his lap with a bright smile while he scowled, refusing to touching you... yet.

"Hah? But I thought I was a angel?" You blinked with a lil pout, only to have a fit of giggles when he scoffed.

"Never thought I would ever be emotionally manipulated by the person I am suppose to trust." He grumbled while you carefully slid... whatever that thing was to hold his bangs back as he glared at you even more "If you were on the yakuza I would have chopped three of your fingers off."

"You wouldn't." You hummed while kissing his forehead, snickering at his pale cheeks heating up "You love me too much for that."

"Love is a strong word to use, especially on this case." He growled as you stood up to grab the inumerous products of skin care as he mentally rolled his eyes at your stubbornness.

"It would be good if you actually admitted your true felling for a while honey." You showed him a packet and wiggled it front of his face "Come on, look at this one! It has the scent of lavender~"

his death glare intensified at you singing the last word... you knew he had a soft spot for lavender.

"Akuma." He groaned as you cheered in victory.

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"So as I was saying, maybe if we put aside the part pf the drugs maybe Kai's plan would be-"

"Enough Kurono." Pops lifted his hand up "You do know well I don't agree with that. And please don't try to change my mind just because you want to be in good terms with Chisaki."

"Worth the shot..." The white haired man shrugged before stopping abruptly on his steps when he saw the man in front of him had simply... stopped "Boss? Is everything alright?"

He sneaked a peek over the old man shoulder and his grey eyes widened at the sign.

Chisaki Kai. A man feared by many on the undergrounds, merciless killer, heartless leader of the yakuza.... was sitting on the edge of the bed while reading a book with his face full of what he could be believe was clay mask before seeing you coming in after and murmuring something to him which resulted the man to sigh and put his book aside just to close his eyes and tilt his chin up for you to take it off slowly.

"After this is a peel off mask." They heard you say from afar.

"Just why do you enjoy seeing my suffering again?" He muttered monotonously as he accepted a towel for him to rub his face.

"Well, it does get rid of dead skin and black spots over the nose but if you don't-"

"Don't start the manipulation again alright?"He growled "But must I have this stupid headband of a bear on?"

"Yes! You look adorable!" You checked your phone on the drawer "I even took some pictures"

"You did what now woman?" They could see you gulping before yelping at Chisaki manhandled you to the bed while he stood on top. "Delete this atrocity right now!"

"I can't! Is my precioussss" You laughed hysterically while they saw Kai holding back a smirk before blushing a bit when you pecked his lips.

"Ah!" Pops clapped his hands loudly, scaring the shit out of both of you "Young love! What a delight!" Chrono snorted while Kai cursed under his breath the elder that was making fun of him.

"Get out both of you." He growled before glaring at kurono who just double over in laughter at seeing him being ordered around by the guy that was wearing a bear headband.

"No." Pops muttered simply with a smile before looking at you "My dear I couldn't help but to overheard about this mask, would you mind borrowing me one? I might get rid of some black spots on my face."

"Oh, there is actually a honey scented one that-"

"DONT ENCOURAGE HIM (Y/N)!"

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #bnha villains x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha villains #zuffer writings

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Knockin' Boots

[A/N: No, your honor, you don't understand. I need this man biblically 🫦 Y'all can thank McGarrett, Luke Bryan, & my dreams for this lil bit of filth 😇 Enjoy!]

"So get this-" You pause to finish off your margarita before replacing the now empty glass on the table and engaging your hands in the reenactment. "This man saunters up to me, smirks, and says- and I shit you not- The boss must be quite the bitch to keep these boys in line, huh? Good thing I like ‘em feisty."

"No fucking way," Melissa squeals in delight. "What did you say?"

"That it's a good thing my man does…too…" you trail off, licking your lips as your mouth goes dry at the sight of said man entering the dimly lit restaurant. He’s sporting tight gray slacks and a black fitted button down that leave little to the imagination, his toned thighs and thick biceps on full display. Everything about him screams confidence, and his mere presence steals the air from your lungs.

"Fuck me," you whisper under your breath, all of the blood from your brain draining south like a horny teenager who can’t get enough of her high school boyfriend.

He and his best friend take their time approaching your table, and then the brunette finally stops before you, tilting your chin up until you meet his gaze and flashing you a dazzling smile that somehow gets your panties even wetter. "Hey, pretty girl," he murmurs in that smooth-as-honey voice of his, and dammit if you don’t melt from the attention.

"Commander," you all but purr, wondering if Five-0’s immunity and means would extend to you if you were to partake in some public indecency in this very crowded restaurant. A spark of brilliance hits you- quite miraculously, actually, given the butterflies taking up residence in your belly and lower still- and your eyes flash with mischief. "Did you find my lipstick in your truck? It wasn’t in my bag this morning."

"Let’s go take a look," Steve plays along, delicately taking your wrist and helping you up. The simple touch sends a flood of heat through your veins, and you tighten your grip on his hand.

"Skipping dinner and going straight for dessert, hm?" Melissa questions around her straw with a devious smile, much to her boyfriend’s chagrin who voices his displeasure with a groan.

"Just, uh-" You spot your empty glass and shoot her a wink. "Feeling a little parched, is all."

"Time to pay up, Daniel," your man grins, his fingers trailing down your spine until they ghost over the curve of your ass then gradually making their way back up. You suppress a shiver at the caress, unable to process his words until the exchange is made.

"What’d you bet this time?"

"You’d find a way to compromise my virtue within ten minutes of us getting here," Steve explains smugly.

"I gave you a generous twenty," Danny adds.

Using one of Steve’s belt loops to tug him closer, you playfully growl, "You’re a menace."

"Guilty," he whispers against the shell of your ear, and you feel the dull ache between your thighs flare to an insistent throbbing. "C’mon now," he insists, pulling you along so fast you can barely throw a "Start ordering without us!" over your shoulder.

You make it to the Chevy in record time, your excited giggle morphing into a moan when Steve slaps your ass as you clamber into the back of the truck. "You didn’t wear this sexy little dress to work this morning," he comments.

"And you weren’t wearing these My eyes are up here pants, McGarrett," you fire back, reaching to undo the button before the door has even clicked shut behind him.

You use your thumb and middle finger to outline the ridges of his cock through his pants, and he groans out an appreciative, "Fuck, Y/N."

"Oh, you'd better," you moan, leaning down to nuzzle at his bulge and nearly going dizzy from the scent of him alone.

"Easy, baby, easy," he laughs, twining his fingers in your hair to pull you back and get a good look at you. The way he's managing to hold it together while you feel like you're falling apart at the seams just serves to turn you on more, your domineering nature in the boardroom melting into a pliant little subordinate in your boyfriend's capable hands. He swipes his thumb over your bottom lip and you draw the digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and humming in delight at the taste of him. "Tell me what you need," he says, his voice husky when he recognizes just how desperate you are for him.

"Need to suck your cock," you plead, no trace of shame evident in your breathy confession. You pull him in for a kiss that's all lips and teeth and tongue, a stuttered moan escaping you when Steve's fingers easily tug your panties aside and slide between your folds, the pad of his middle finger brushing over your sensitive clit.

"Is that what you were thinking about when you ruined these panties? Sitting there all innocent, talking to Melissa about your day, and dreaming about my dick so far down your throat you can't breathe?" He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, once, twice, and you cry out, arching your back to chase the sensation. "I asked you a question and I'm not going to ask you again," he growls, his tone taking on that authoritative quality he uses for interrogations that makes you weak in the knees. He follows with a sharp smack to your aching cunt that forces out a, "Yes! Oh fuck yes, Commander."

"Such a good little slut," he murmurs proudly, the combination of degradation and praise sending another wave of arousal down south.

"Steve," you whine, digging your nails into his thick thighs.

He soothes you with a soft, "I know, baby, I've got you," and shifts into a seated position so you can kneel next to him in the back seat. He eases his slacks and boxer briefs down enough for you to reach your prize, and you descend on him like a woman starved.

One hand snakes further down to massage his balls while the other strokes the base of his cock and you wrap your lips around the tip, taking short pulls and moaning as the taste of him bursts across your tongue. "Oh my god, baby," he half laughs, half moans when you lower your head to fully sheathe him within your mouth. Steve's hand rests possessively on your ass, giving an appreciative squeeze to your flesh each time your fingers tighten their grip. "Gonna go back to dinner absolutely cock drunk, aren't you?" he teases, delivering another smack to your bare pussy that has you moaning out a garbled, "Mhm," around his length.

Pulling off him momentarily, you instruct, "Keep doing that," between pants before going back to work. He lets his middle finger slide lazily between your folds, alternating between pressing knuckle deep inside you and smacking your heated cunt. There's no rhyme or reason to his actions, so each crack of his hand against your flesh has you reflexively squeezing his balls and moaning around him, causing his hips to stutter and forcing him even deeper down your throat.

"Taking me so well, pretty girl," he praises through a moan, his sweet words a sharp contrast to the delicious pain he's inflicting on your pussy. "Gonna give you just what you need, reward you for being so good for me."

You can feel his powerful thighs flexing with each thrust of his hips and hear his breathing growing more ragged, telltale signs that he's close. You pull off of him with an obscene sound, sitting up and licking your lips while you continue to stroke him with your hand. "I want you to cum inside me."

Steve's eyebrows draw together in confusion, and it would be an adorable sight if he wasn't grunting and groaning while fucking up into your fist in the backseat of his truck. "Of course, baby, but I'm close so-"

"No," you cut him off, shaking your head. You adjust yourself until your back meets the truck door and spread your legs so your glistening cunt is on full display to your boyfriend. "I want to walk back in there knowing I'm full of you."

Something akin to a whimper falls from between his lips, and Steve closes the distance between you, hooking your legs over his shoulders and pressing so deep inside you that you can literally see the bulging of your lower belly. Your eyes roll back at the sensation, and your walls tighten around him as if trying to draw him in even deeper. "Give it to me, Steve," you cry. "I want you to fill me up. I want you dripping down my thighs, want everyone to know what a needy fucking slut I am for you," you continue babbling, trying to keep your eyes open and focused on how tightly his features are drawn, how hard he's biting his lip and the predatory look in his eyes while he's fucking into you like an uncaged animal.

"You look so beautiful when you're full of me," he grunts, and his heady words coupled with the brush of his thumb over your clit sends shockwaves through you, every nerve in your body firing at once as a powerful orgasm rips through you and leaves you breathless and quaking beneath him. Through the haze, you can feel Steve's hips stutter against yours while your walls squeeze him, and then he's delivering on his promise to give you just what you need. Chest heaving with each breath, he continues rolling his hips until you've managed to draw out every drop of his release, a satisfied smile spreading across your face.

Steve's hand cups the back of your neck and pulls you close, his tongue licking into your mouth until you're a moaning mess for him all over again. "Good girl," he breathes, and you let out a whimper, absolutely and utterly cock drunk.

Steve eases your legs off his shoulders, adjusting your panties and dress before massaging your calves gently to get the blood flowing again and leaving a trail of kisses along your dewy skin. Then he focuses his attention on your upper half, running his fingers through your hair and pressing his lips to your forehead with a murmured, "I love you, baby girl."

"Love you more," you answer in a daze, tilting your chin up to capture his lips in another kiss, this one slow and sensual. "But now I'm really hungry," you declare, and Steve laughs as he tucks his dress shirt back into his slacks.

He opens the truck door and helps you out, his hand coming to rest on your hip as you make your way back inside the restaurant on jellied legs. "Ten bucks says they're in the Camaro right now," Steve challenges, guiding you into your seat and looking pointedly at the empty spots across the table.

"No way," you scoff. "Too small. Twenty on bathroom."

"You're on, babe," Steve responds with a grin, tipping his beer in your direction. Leaning closer, he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip and murmurs with a click of his teeth, "Shame we couldn't find your lipstick, though."

"I know," you sigh, then add, "It would look so pretty on you, too." Reaching into your purse, you pull the tube out from the zippered compartment with a sly grin and relish in the way Steve's eyes flash at your innuendo. "Guess we'll have to try it out later."

#yknow what they say #give me two margaritas… #well well fuck me well #oops i did it again #can you blame me #i'm feral #i would let him ruin my life #steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett x you #steve mcgarrett x female reader #steve mcgarrett imagine #steve mcgarrett fanfiction #steve mcgarrett smut #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 imagine

[rinbowaman]

help now I can't stop imagining about reader piercing heelels nipples that would be so daring like-girlie-ur actually about to arouse the devil 😭😫

Rough smut implied, there is some serious masochist stuff here, and a small reference at the end to the originally story (heelels most infamous phrase).

“you want me to get my nipples pierced to match the ones I gave you?”

You nod. He rolls his eyes to the side as he crosses his arms, a mischievous smirk forms on his lips. “I don’t think my brother would dig that.”

“Can I pierce them?”

He’ll look at you for a second and smile widely. “Of course you can.”

He then around and stars to uniform his jacket and the white blouse, and you’ll witness all of this while staring at his broad shoulders and back muscles. He slings his jacket aside and keeps the white under shirt on but completely open at the front. Laying down, he locks his fingers together and raises them to a natural bed as he rests his head against the palms, while also crossing his feet. Man is super relaxed. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m all yours.”

You pierce them, having to redo the session a couple times since you weren’t as skillful as his brother. But heelel didn’t seem to mind since he felt no pain. Not even wince committed, he merely laid there and gazed at your face while watching you do the deed. God you are so beautiful. To him, there was nothing more illuminating than your face. “I promise this is the last one.” You sigh out in frustration and nervously.

“Take your time. I’m not in a hurry.” He’ll say in a very mellow voice, without ever breaking his sight away from your eyes and lips.

Finally done, you look and admire your work. It wasn’t too bad. It may have taken you a handful of attempts, but you finally got it down. “All done.”

“No you’re not.”

He pulls your wrist and rumbles you over, rolling you underneath as he shifts and changes the position. He hovers on top of you, placing your hand on his bare chest, palm flat. “Touch me some more.” He says in a deep and dangerous tone.

Your breathing pauses and you witness his iris shrinking as he grows a menacing wild look in his face. Taking your hand, he places a small claw-blade in your fingers and holds your wrist steady. “Where did this come from?” You inquire with a panicked tone. He does not respond, only smirks as he holds your hand in place and leans in, subtly piercing his pectoral muscle at will. The curved edge of the claw goes in only about an inch or so, just enough for the tip to disappear into flesh. He expresses no sign of pain, instead, an amused look of adoration takes place as his blood drips and decorates your cheek. “Red looks good on you.” He mumbles. Leaning in, he places a soft kiss against your ear before whispering…

“Let’s see if it looks as good…on me.”

A sharp sting on your neck hits your nerves, followed by the sensual comfort of his tongue caressing the wound he caused you scream and yelp out his name, begging for him to stop. Another sharp sensation, hits, and another, and another. Each jolt of pain is quickly followed by softness. An insane mixture of pain and pleasure taking turns, hitting you out of nowhere. He lifts his head after the fifth bite, forcing you to witness the display of the mad Devil. Lips stained blood red, dripping down his chin. “Tell me baby…is red my color?” A game of Russian roulette. If you answer ‘no’, he’d scoff and smirk, tweezing more screams out of you as he digs in and ravishes you, finding your reluctance adorable. If you answer affirmatively, he’d be so pleased and would take you anyhow. The wild emotions of your affection and surrender drives him wild, and hard.

You stay silent and turn your face away. Of course red looked good on him. As did every other color that exists on the wheel. You remain indifferent and shallow. Big mistake.

“It is, isn’t it?” He smiles against your ear, chuckling darkly as he squeezes soft kisses against your cheek. “Wonder if we both look good in it…together.”

You raise a brow, curious as to how he possibly intended on satisfying his curiosity. When suddenly he pulls you by the tip of your chin and absorbs your gasps. A rough and passionate kiss ends with a hard bite on your lip. It hurt. He made sure it would.

The pain stung, causing you to rains your hands and dig into his shoulders. The rusty taste of blood hits your tongue, and his. You burrow your nails into skin until it finally breaks and bright red streaks appear. Lifting his head, he admires the bloody wound on your bottom lip, while you view the red coating that smeared outside his own lip line, along with the red marks near his collar bone. “Oh yeah baby, make me bleed. Do it. And I’ll fuck you till you’re red and blue.” He swipes his tongue over your lip. “You know you love it when I do that.”

He wasn’t lying. You knew what his statement entailed. When he did it to you in that way, it was the most intense pleasurable pain you’ve ever felt, and it was addicting. Nothing could ever cure you of that raging knot and yearning pulse deep in your gut, except him. Yeah, you loved it when he fucked you till you were red and blue. It didn’t matter that the bruising near your womanhood became sore afterwards, it was all a beautiful result of the constant slamming of skin on skin contact whenever he thrust into you. The squelching sounds of your fluids mixing together as he stuffed it inside, pulling out, then thrusting it back in, all of it nearly made you faint from raging desire.

“You want it, don’t you?”

You don’t respond. Not a single movement from head or mouth. But he’s not fooled.

“I can see it in your eyes, y/n.”

Caught red handed.

“You want me?” He asks rather playfully but calmly.

“Yes…”

He closes the distance. The tenderness in your voice softens him just a tiny bit. His eyelids grow heavy and fall halfway through, leaving a little bit of his iris to stared down as he tells you…

“Come here…sit on it.”

[crownedtargaryen]

ribs. aemond x reader x lucerys

MASTERLIST previous part || next part pairing: lucerys & aemond x reader (a/n): as i’ve said by the way, aemond’s romance is slow burn! lucerys’ romance is very fast paced! :) please keep this in mind! next chapter WILL be an aemond chapter. CW: reader having second doubts about marriage, insecurities, aemond being a little menacing toward the end, mentions of the reader being pregnant. all notes are appreciated. words: 2k tag list: @daenerysapologist @hopelesswritergall @its-actually-minicika @clairacassidy @howyouloveyourdragon @capellaadara

As the weeks flew by, my feelings for Lucerys only grew stronger with each passing day. However, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of my mind. What if he was only fulfilling his duty to his mother's name? What if he did not truly love me?

Sitting in front of the mirror in my luxurious chambers, I examined my attire for the evening's occasion. I wore a long and silky blue and gray dress, my hair intricately styled in a way that I would never have chosen for myself had it not been for the event. As my eyes drifted to my stomach, I realized that it appeared the same as it did weeks ago, but I knew that would soon change.

Despite our intimate moments, my servants had not found any evidence on the sheets. It was only once, but the memory of the change in him clouded my brain, leaving me unsure of how to feel. I couldn't shake off the fear I had for the future. Lucerys was focused on the war, while my focus was on romance. We were two individuals with vastly different desires, yet we still felt an undeniable connection.

As I sat in my chambers, I was abruptly interrupted by a knock on my door. I composed myself and invited the visitor in, not expecting it to be anyone of high importance. However, to my surprise, Queen Rhaenyra herself entered the room, causing me to quickly curtsy out of respect. She complimented my appearance, taking hold of my hands, and I couldn't help but feel my heart race at her touch. Her hands were flawless, and I couldn't help but admire them. She asked how I was feeling, and I carefully chose my words to appease her. The queen was known for her unparalleled beauty, and being in her presence made me feel both insecure and enamored. It was impossible not to compare myself to her, and I couldn't help but wonder if Lucerys could have chosen someone more beautiful, such as Ellyn.

"I am overjoyed, Your Grace," I express, feeling my cheeks flush at the image of Lucerys in his regal attire. The queen gazes at me with a tender smile, and my heart swells with contentment. As an individual who never experienced a maternal figure in my life, I can only imagine this is what it feels like to be embraced with such warmth and affection.

However, the queen proceeds to inquire about my relationship with Lucerys, posing difficult and probing questions one after the other. "I have heard that you and Lucerys have yet to consummate your relationship. Are you waiting for the ceremony?" Her mellifluous tone causes me to avert my gaze, and I wonder if she can read my thoughts. To my surprise, she offers congratulations, remarking that having a child is one of the most precious gifts in life. "Treasure that, my dear. Lucerys holds a deep affection for you," she says, cupping my face with her hands. At the mention of Lucerys' affection, my brow furrows with confusion.

As the queen spoke, I couldn't help but notice that she had not yet mentioned the word "love". The absence of this crucial term made me feel uneasy, but I decided not to question her about it. Suddenly, she began discussing how my betrothed, Lucerys, had initially intended to marry his step-sister, Rhaena Targaryen. Her tone was bitter, and her expression betrayed a deep sense of resentment. I found myself staring at her, trying to decipher the emotions that flickered across her face. 

As she continued speaking, my eyes began to water, and heavy weight seemed to settle in my chest. I struggled to maintain my composure as I listened to her words. "I wasn't aware of his plans, Your Grace," I said softly, hoping to offer some measure of comfort or support. 

The queen looked surprised by my words as if she had not expected such a response. Then, her expression softened, and she leaned in to gently stroke my hair. I felt a sense of warmth and kindness emanating from her touch, and I found myself overcome with emotion. As tears streamed down my face, the queen continued to console me, offering words of comfort and reassurance. Despite the weight of our conversation, I felt grateful to have someone so compassionate and understanding by my side.

"My dear, please don't cry. Luke loves you just as much as he did before. I apologize for bringing it up. I thought you already knew," she whispers gently, trying to comfort me. I close my eyes, letting out a soft whimper, as she embraces me and strokes my back to soothe my tears. Her words hurt me even more. Does that mean he doesn't love me now? I hold onto her, gripping her dress tightly.

Suddenly, there's a faint knock at the door, but Rhaenyra quickly blocks it off. "Not now, we'll be out soon," she says firmly. However, the door opens anyway, and Rhaenyra's expression turns to one of annoyance until she sees who it is. Her face softens, and she greets the visitor with a smile.

As I sit lost in thought, a deep voice startles me. I turn to face a man I don't recognize, with tousled brown hair and a striking resemblance to Lucerys, though his features are more defined. He seems genuinely concerned and addresses me as "Princess," inquiring about my well-being. I'm touched by his kindness and feel a pang of insecurity, wondering if I will ever be as good a mother to my children as Rhaenyra was to her two boys. I manage a nod in response, and he steps closer, offering a gentle smile to both his mother and me. He informs us that the ceremony is about to begin and that Luke wishes to see his wife. However, he appears upset that Luke isn't here to offer me comfort, whether or not he's the cause of my distress. Rhaenyra interjects, her tone firm as she instructs him to inform Luke that I'm experiencing some trouble with my dress and will make my appearance soon. The young man quickly leaves the room, leaving me feeling emotional and vulnerable. A soft hiccup escapes me, and Rhaenyra tenderly wipes away my tears, offering me a reassuring smile.

With a soft and comforting touch, Rhaenyra helps me up and playfully teases Luke's eagerness. We make our way out of the room and head toward my treasured companion. As we enter the space, a sense of melancholy washes over me and I can feel the weight of sadness settling in. I keep my eyes fixed on the wall before me, avoiding any wandering glances around the room. The unsettling feeling of grief churns in my stomach, an unexpected but undeniable presence. The thought of being trapped in a loveless marriage, something I have always strived to avoid, fills me with dread. Despite Rhaenyra's sincere attempts to reassure me, her words fall flat. The harsh reality of the situation cannot be altered by mere promises.

As I sat lost in thought, my concentration was broken by the sound of my name being called. Lucerys had arrived, and from the look on his face, he seemed worried. I was relieved to see him and wondered if he had any news that I should be aware of. He asked me if everything was okay and whether we should postpone the ceremony. His gaze then shifted to my stomach, and I felt a twinge of unease.

"I'm alright, just thinking about the future is all," I excuse, watching as his eyes shimmer with something I can't place. He holds my hands swiftly, taking me by surprise.

"You're the only person I can imagine this life with. Our future is ours to make, and I'm excited to do it with you." He chuckles, moving his hands to my face and cupping my cheeks. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and you will continue to be until the gods take me by the throat and kill me themselves." He kisses my nose, making my heart leap. I smile, I can't help it. He's so charming.

As I gazed into Lucerys' eyes, his name slipped from my lips in a soft whisper. I couldn't help but wonder if he had any regrets about choosing me over his past partners. I delicately broached the topic, hoping not to offend him. "I heard about your previous arrangements. Do you regret picking me? Over her I mean." To my relief, he quickly reassured me, expressing his unwavering commitment and deep romantic affection toward me.

"No. I regret nothing up to this moment between us. I will admit, I loved her at a point, but a brotherly love toward her. To you, I feel strong. Pure, unfathomable, romantic affection. I swear it." He whispers, making my heart swell with joy. Just as he leaned in for a kiss, we were interrupted by a servant girl with long, fiery hair and soft brown eyes. She politely informed us that it was time for something, and we both eagerly grinned with anticipation, excited to see what was in store.

Within moments his arm is wrapped around mine as he walks me through the crowd of people. I feel their eyes lock onto me, pressure building up inside of my stomach.

Then, I see him. I almost hurl, his horrible eye staring at me, that ugly scar is barely hidden. Aemond. I wish to spit at him, to break from my lover and stab him. Stab him until you can't see his hideous face any longer. My thoughts are interrupted by a set of stairs, almost tripping. Lucerys looks at me, holding back a laugh. My anger melts away, smiling once more and walking with him up the stairs. Quickly, he ushers me to turn around.

Lucerys, my beloved husband, gently drapes a luxurious robe over my shoulders. I am overwhelmed by the familiar scent of his cologne, and my cheeks flush with delight. Memories of our passionate lovemaking flood my mind, and my thoughts become clouded. I tune out the priest's words, lost in the moment with my husband.

As I gaze into Lucerys' sparkling eyes, I can see the excitement radiating from him. His cheeks are flushed, and he practically bounces with joy. I raise an eyebrow in amusement, and he responds with a small giggle that makes me smile. I place a finger to my lips to remind him that we have an audience, and he nods in understanding.

Finally, the wrapping stops and Lucerys takes my hands, pulling me in close. His arms wrap around my waist, and he kisses me with a deep, passionate love that leaves me breathless. I can't help but tangle my hands in his hair, savoring the feeling of his lips on mine.

Reluctantly, we pull away, both dazed and lost in the moment. Lucerys looks into my eyes longingly, and I feel a pang of desire in my chest. He licks his lips, and I can tell he wants to kiss me again, but we both know we must hold back. My attention turns to the crowd, and I struggle to process the sweet words that Lucerys whispers in my ear.

All I process is I'm married.

I'm married to Lucerys Velaryon.

Though the joy falls short, my heart dropping into my stomach at the sight of Aemond Targaryen. His dark gaze lurks on me, practically undressing me with his eyes as he slowly claps with a sly grin across his lips. Then, his focus wavers to Lucerys, and I notice where he looks.

He's staring at Lucerys' eye.

#lucerys targaryen #lucerys velaryon #aemond x lucerys #hotd lucerys #house of the dragon lucerys #lucerys and arrax #lucerys strong #lucerys x reader #lucerys valeryon #lucerys x aemond #aemond imagine #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon aemond #aemond one eye #aemond x y/n #aemond smut #aemond fic #aemond the kinslayer #hotd aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond #hotd #house of the dragon #house of targaryen #house targeryen #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon x you #hotd fic #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic

[jadedrrose]

hello!! I have a request for u if u don't mind! And yes LAW centered!!! I just love very much our grumpy boy ;-;

So it's a headcanon but you can write it however you want!

How do you think this introvert right here *points to Law* would act with his s/o once they're "comfortable enough" with them? cuz I feel like his s/o specifically would have some kind of "privileges" kind of like with Bepo and a somehow a "different treatment"?? if you know what I mean (◕દ◕) like hold his sword when he needs both hands or something along those lines. Like pure fluff stupid couple things that he would do VERY discreetly cus he has a reputation to uphold (¬_¬).

I love this so much lol. I hate when people see things like this and say Law would absolutely not be romantic in any way possible, like that’s not what I’m asking for!!! Besides I totally think that if he has a soft spot for Bepo, he could have one for a partner too.

Warnings: Mostly none. One headcanon has to do with ass-smacking but in a funny way, not smutty in the slightest.

• I always like to imagine that reader knows Law from pre time-skip, because let’s be honest: it would take this man quite some time to get comfortable, convincing himself he won’t lose you just because he loves you, and that it’s okay.

• So once he is comfortable, I think pre time- skip Law would like to show you off almost. Less in a doing suggestive things in public way, more in a “that’s MY girlfriend and she’s fucking hot. Nobody can have her but me.” way, like you could just be standing there looking menacing, and he’d be like “that’s my girl.” with a little smirk on his face.

• Post time skip Law would maybe take a similar approach, but keep it more private at the same time. It would be something more subtle, like maybe you have a matching tattoo or something like that, and if anyone asks he’d just say “yeah, it’s for me ‘cause she’s mine. What about it?” And leave it at that.

• But as far as special privileges go, he’d totally let you cuddle with him when you’re alone in bed together. He probably wouldn’t initiate it, but he wouldn’t complain if you curled up against him, with your arms around him.

• When you’re just around the crew and no strangers, he may be open to you holding his hand, or at least just having it resting on top of his. He’d also allow small kisses on his cheeks but no lip kissing, it’s too intimate to do in front of anyone for him. (If he’s a little drunk he’d totally let you sit on his lap and put a hand on your thigh). But he knows his crew wouldn’t judge him and would probably be very happy that he found you, ‘cause otherwise he’d be in a bad mood more often.

• On a more “funny” note, pre time-skip Law would 100% smack your ass randomly just to catch you off guard and make you mad and/or yell. It’s cute to him. Post skip Law may do this, but not quite as often.

• Honestly, I feel like as long as the two of you are alone, Law would be pretty open to many things. Now he wouldn’t baby-talk you, be overly romantic or anything like that. But he’d still kiss you, hug you, talk in a much more kind tone, etc.

• Also he 100% would let you wear his hat. No questions asked. Possibly in public, too.

#headcanons #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #requests

[rui-drawsbox]

What's up it's Nazunon again (hope you're feeling good and are healthy and stress free <3)

Bc of the stuff you said in the last post abt having magic being very OP I had a thought about how to make it less OP.

Imagine it only working in dire circumstances (like Yosano's from BSD) so it isn't always an option, or causing severe physical harm to the person performing the magic.

And yes! Nihility/Harmony Nazuna ftw he is the Tingyun/Bennet of Magical Girl Arashi.

Anyway hope you're having an amazing day!

-Nazunon

i officially declare the nazuna nito struggle in this au

first of all. Hi!! Hello Nazunon and Anon!!! and a big hi to @neptunite-stars too cuz we're gonna be discussing their ideas too! im making this a list or im gonna go crazy crazyiwascrazyonc-

Powers! (not weapons, we'll get there later)

First (1) option! Healer! Nazunon says to tone down his healing powers while anon says to keep him op to show the great loss he was in Valkyrie. Gotta agree with Nazunon in this one, even if Nito is only in the final battle, a healer with no restrictions is wayy too op and would make the audience feel like there's no reason to feel worried for the main team, because even if they get hurt they can just heal and go back to work :/

A way to prevent this (using Nazunon's example!) is putting conditions! A few ideas are that he can heal only a certain percent (some bruises will keep hurting and cuts may not fully close) due the stressing situation they are, or he can transfer the bruises to his own body, as a way to represent his caring personality yet tendency to take too much. Orrr following Yosano's(BSD) powers as example, he can heal others while hurting them, directly contradicting his personality and making him reluctant to use his powers unless is strictly necessary (kind of -1HP but +5HP per hit lol)

2nd option! Support! Can buff his ally or debuff the enemy, or mabye both, idk. A buff idea is reinforce the clothes/armor of his allies (+DEF/VEL) or weapons (+ATK/VEL), and for the debuff ma~ybe inflict little but progressive dmg, maybe where whenever his attacks hit will make the enemy feel numb which can make them unknowingly ignore the cuts and bruises others make them.

3rd option! straight up a Tank. Also starting with the Weapons and Neptune's ideas. What's the weapon that would make the little guy a walking menace, you ask? A big pair of scissors is answer! like, almost as tall as him. It *has* to be that big to be used as a shield, and when it's closed it will make the shape of a sword!

Very delicatte looking, but strong metal! It has to be able to cut heads after all hahaha!/hj

Now going back to supports/healers, i've got the classic options, staffs and books.

Needle staff and antique books (yes they're from genshin but i didn't really wanted to design the covers, but you get the idea).

The staff has a little floating threads mess in the center from where i think infinite threads should come out, but for specific purposes, like heal or reinforce allies for his healer/buff thing, or he can stab the needle in the ground to make the threads go for the enemies foot, forming sewing patterns on the ground, keeping them trapped in the place.

And the books can have like a bunch of magic/alien fashion history that Nito has to study in depth to properly cast whatever he needs. Need to heal someone's deep cut? gotta know how to do a medical stitch in detail. Wanna tie up someone? study how to properly make the knots or take the risk of them escaping.

Anyways! Those are my takes for Nazuna's weapon/rol, hope y'all enjoyed it. I dont plan making any of them 'canon' unless i make a poll about it or see a bunch people directly saying they preffer a specific one (probably).

Rui-out★

#rui draw smth #ensemble stars #enstars #nazuna nito #enstars magical knights au #(omg magical girl arashi) #asked the pillow about this a few times ngl. it was pretty complicated to put sense on my ramblings kajdsfs

[illmetkismet]

Do you think Leon managed to at least move on and let go of his past a bit after rescuing Ashley? Game seems to imply heavily the whole metaphor//theme about redemption loss and moving on and also the credits song too

curious to know what you think?

I really hope so!! On the one hand, the way they handled the end of the game is very different from the OG: like you said, they really paid off the theme of things being different this time, and Leon gets that cathartic smile with the sunrise on his face. On the other hand, as far as we know, Vendetta is still canon.... It's hard to know what Capcom has in store for Leon, how much they want to deviate from the established continuity, and judging from what they did with Chris in Village, I'm a little worried...

I do think Capcom has a huge tone problem, where there are so many different hands in the Resident Evil pot that it's hard to get a single coherent and definitive image of who their characters are supposed to be. Remake Leon is very different from Vendetta Leon and Death Island Leon and even Infinite Darkness Leon, which was made so close to the remakes that you'd think the two would give us a consistent characterization, but I don't think they do.

So who knows where they take him from here! I'm happy to continue thinking of the different versions of Leon kind of as separate characters, despite what Capcom might have to say about that, and if they take remake Leon in a direction that doesn't feel true to his arc so far, I'll happily fork his story into yet another version in my head.

I've said this before, but it's hard for me to imagine Leon getting a canonical happy ending I'd be satisfied with, and I've made my peace with that. I think if that's what you're hoping for too, we're just gonna have to roll up our sleeves and envision a future for him where he does move on and let go and reconcile with the past in a satisfying way (and not in the flippant Death Island 'it's a living' way...).

So I guess that's my answer - personally, and going off what they've done with the remakes so far, I do think that post re4r Leon is in a much better place than he was going into it. I like to think of it as like.... He's gone on so many horrible missions, both before and after Ashley, right? So why are we coming along with him on this one, in particular? Because, I think, this was his 'dark night of the soul', so to speak. He went into this mission at the end of his rope with it all - the pain, the loss, the sheer senseless of all the violence he'd witnessed - and he came out the other side with a little bit of hope and a clearer view of the path out of his suffering: trusting people, being able to rely on others, not giving into hopelessness.

It's so interesting to me when people say Saddler wasn't a compelling villain in the remake, because what was so menacing about him was deliciously metatextual to me. Yeah, he had his plan with Ashley and las plagas, but throughout the game his main role was to keep trying to convince Leon to give in, to submit and let go of fear. He was offering Leon a way out of his despair: a nothingness, a numbness, and that's what Leon was fighting against the whole game! He needed to face the source of his pain head on and arrive in a place of hope, instead of continuing to ineffectually push it all down, to numb himself.

I think at the end of re4r he did just that. He stood at a fork in the road and he chose hope over despair. So ok, I'll do the same, and allow myself to hope that his story keeps going down that road!

Thanks for the ask, and sorry for the goddamn journey my answer became lol....

#leon kennedy #resident evil #ask

[katerinaptrv]

The Marvel Movie Mayhem

Black and White are walking trying to navigate through the sea of people in the mall with their popcorn and drinks, while the younger brother is excited and not at all disturbed by the crowd, the older one seemed to want to be anywhere but there and was casting menacing looks at anyone who looked their way.

"Are all the malls in the region closed? Why are all these people here?" he asked White.

"It's the launch of Avengers Endgame, Black, all the malls are like this," White responded as if that made any sense to his brother, who was not at all interested in that kind of thing, but deciding not to continue that discussion he doesn't retort and continues trying to navigate through the sea of people.

"Why couldn't Sean come with you? The only advantage of that useless boyfriend of yours is that he can accompany you to this kind of thing."

"It's a bonding experience for us, brother, and Sean already had plans with Iok today."

"So I'm your second choice?"

"Of course not, Black, you're always my first choice," White replied, casting his well-trained puppy eyes at Black, making his brother snort but preventing the continuation of that conversation.

Finally, they reach the entrance to the cinema and manage to find their seats. The lack of irritation at being surrounded by other people made Black's rebellious brain turn to the line of thought that he had tried to avoid since he entered the mall and saw all those stupid superhero cosplays. It reminded him of a time when someone could also drag him to see these kinds of movies in the cinema, causing a tightness in his chest as he thought he was probably going to miss the launch of this one.

At that moment, the ghost in his thoughts materializes in reality and sits in the seat next to him, saying: "Well, this is kinda awkward, how's it going, Black?"

"What the hell," Black managed to say, confused by his thoughts.

"Todd, when did you wake up from your coma?" White asked with wide eyes behind his glasses, there goes my relaxing afternoon at the movies , he thinks, seeing the tension in his brother's body at the sight of his frenemy. White had been observing his brother for the past three months together and he had come to the conclusion that Black had conflicting feelings about his former friend and now enemy. He wouldn't let anyone talk about Todd, having an outburst of anger if the name was mentioned, but at the same time White could feel that the anger covered something deeper, that in reality Black felt hurt and betrayed by Todd's actions. He knew that his brother visited the hospital and was becoming more and more concerned as the months went by and Todd didn't wake up. So he could only imagine the chaos that was in his brother's mind now.

"Hello, White, the answer to your question would be this morning," Todd replied, smiling.

"And you just decided that going to the cinema was your top priority."

"I mean, it's an Avengers movie, and at least I was discharged instead of running away from the hospital," Todd said, smiling at Black.

"He's kinda right, Black, this is a once in a lifetime event," White interjected.

"I can't believe you, did you bribe the doctor? You did, didn't you? Your father would never let you leave the hospital without the doctor's approval," Black asked.

"Yes, thank you, Black, for your kindness in letting my father know about my predicament," Todd replied, sarcastic.

"Your welcome" - Black responds in the same tone. As far as White could remember of Todd's father, he was very overprotective, so he'll definitely be keeping an eye on him after the coma thing, which was probably exactly what Black was aiming for.

"You're lucky I haven't told my parents that you were the cause of my coma," Todd says.

"Bullshit, Chay loves me," says Black.

"You know Black, you should be really thankful to me that I've protected you from my Dad until now. Pa may love you, but I'm pretty sure Dad would definitely hate you and murder you. Also, you should be thankful to the bodyguard who took the fall for you”.

"What?" Black asks.

"Relax, he was going to die anyway since he failed to protect me," Todd responds.

"Todd, who the hell is your Dad?" White asks, now noticing that some of the exits and stairs in the cinema had stoic people wearing black suits, which meant that Todd had come to the movies with bodyguards.

"You shouldn't ask questions you don't want answers to, White," Todd responds enigmatically.

At that moment, White sees a guy who looked like a fallen angel approach them. White has an "awe" moment in his head, Black turns to him incredulously and whispers:

"Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, but I'm in love, not blind," White answers.

"Hey Todd, I'll buy the snacks for us. Are you sure you just want popcorn?" the angel asks. White sighs, already anticipating what direction this will go in.

"Yes, thank you," Todd says smiling.

"Fucking unbelievable," Black says.

"What's the problem Black, are you jealous?" White has a mental facepalm. Of course, the shameless Todd would have no problem talking about it.

"Of course not"  That means yes, thinks White, who knows that Todd also knows when his smile got bigger.

"Jealous of what? I'm just curious where you picked him up, the hospital reception or the mall entrance?"

Yes, brother, that was totally the not jealous thing to say thinks White. At this point, he decides it's his boyfriend's job to save him from this madness and sends a SOS to Sean on Line, and starts eating his popcorn, watching this drama unfold.

Todd doesn't respond to Black, he just smiles and turns to look forward at the screen, which leaves Black even angrier.

At that moment, the angel returns with his arm firmly wrapped around a younger boy carrying five packages of Lays and a Hulk-sized soda.

"Team, if you drink all of this, you'll want to go to the bathroom during the movie and be embarrassed that you missed a part."

"Not true, Hia, I'm in perfect control of my body." The angel only chuckles and smiles fondly at the boy. It seems his brother's jealousy was not necessary after all, this one was gone and could barely see them with all the heart eyes he's giving Team.

"Thanks, Win," Todd says while the other gives him a medium popcorn.

"Wait, why is there no one in this cinema besides us?" Team asks.

"Uncle Kinn probably bought the cinema to ensure there was no threat to us, except they seem to have let the real culprit pass," a third voice says behind Team while looking in Black's direction.

"P'Phayu, what do you mean by that?" asks a boy who appears to be the same age as Team and has the most innocent eyes White has ever seen.

"Nothing, darling, you don't need to worry. If he tries anything, I'll kick his ass."

"Sure, in your dreams," replies Black. Todd laughs, causing Black to smile, but then he remembers their arch-enemy status and settles back into his normal angry expression. Team and Win seem confused by what's happening, but Team seems entertained, eating his chips and drinking his soda.

"Okay, let's establish the ground rules. Who here has never seen a Marvel movie or doesn't even know what Marvel means?" asks another boy around Rain's age who stopped in front of them, with another really hot guy. White wonders where Todd even met these people. With the new guy question hot guy, Payu, Rain, Win and Black (forced by White) rise their hands.

"You're forbidden from asking questions or talking at all during the movie."

"Rain none improper content for children with P’Payu, ff you need incentive, remember the last time you and Sig came drunk to my apartment and what you shared with me." Rain's face turns pale, and Phayu turns to look at him with a curious expression.

"Win, you too. If you disrupt the movie in any way, I'll kidnap Team for a weekend. You know how easy that would be, right?" Win also seems to be fearful of the threat he received.

"And the same goes for you, Prapai. If you even bump into me during the movie, it'll be three months of no gift receiving at all from my part."

"My Sky, you wouldn't do this."

"I'm sorry, cousin. Did you forget who you're married to?" Todd asks Prapai with a smirk.

"And you, Todd," Sky points at Todd, "are responsible for your guests. One of them sneezes, and I'll tell your parents about the dangerous and life-threatening things you're doing with Vegas before your coma." This seems to shut Todd up and make his brother look at Sky with a curious expression.

"So, are you responsible for getting us into the movie theater?" White asks Todd.

"I saw your names on the list, and despite your brother not being able to distinguish Captain America from Iron Man, you're a faithful Marvel fan, White. I thought it would be cruel to deprive you of that."

"Okay, since we're all understood, Pai you can tell them to start the movie."

35 minutes into the movie, everyone was watching in silence, following Sky's demands. Rain had fallen asleep leaning on Payu, who seemed content with the situation. Sky, Team, and Todd were fully immersed in the movie, while Prapai and Win looked at their partners without even pretending to watch the movie.

White looked to the side and saw that his brother had moved to the other side of the chair and was eating Todd's popcorn while discreetly looking at him from time to time. White felt all the stress, anger, and worry leave his brother while he receives for the first time in months, a relaxed energy from Black through their connection, who was enjoying himself while pretending not to, being around his "enemy."

Like the calm before the storm, the next minute the movie theater door bursts open as Sean enters while screaming, "White, are you okay?" So, maybe sending an SOS without context to his boyfriend wasn't White's best moment.

Mostly at the same time:

Rain wakes up, appearing confused. Team rises with a "Thank God" and rushes towards the bathroom location.

"Fucking Sean," Todd and Black say in perfect unison.

And a very mad Sky screams, "That's it, all of you out”.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45012934

#love in the air #not me #between us #fanfic #crosssover #toddblack #prapaisky #payurain #winteam

[thedumestflower]

VERY SILLY HELLVA BOSS MILLIE AND STRIKER IDEA INCOMING!!!

So in my silly remake of hb, I wanted to deepen Millie's character, and vivzepop said she had "strong family connection" or whatever and that gave me an idea for her , striker, and (to a lesser extent) Sally Mae.

Okay, and hear me out on this, what if they had a sibling rivalry? Okay let me explain. If striker , millie were siblings, that could deepen their backstory and give them an interesting dynamic.

So in my re-make, its kinda scuffed and weird but basically , they're humans who did some crime shit and now are bounty hunters/hitmen for important government company people, and stolas is like the fuckn phone operater who gives them directions and shit but blitz is still calling the shots- yeah its kinda fucked. And i know vivzepop said people don't like her because she doesn't have a fucked up backstory, and that's not true , but I'm not really making her trauma free but i'd say her backstory is alot less fucked than moxxies of blitz or loonas. So , in my head, her backstory goes a lil somthin like this:

Millie's family was kinda a bounty hunting gang turned ranch when her parents grew older, and Millie was the youngest kid in the family, with sally may being the middle child, and striker being the oldest. In her life, her siblings had always overshined her. With striker getting the most attention for being the oldest and most skilled, and sally may being praised for her technique, millie felt like she needed to work twice as hard as her siblings to keep up. eventually, her hard work and training paid off , leading to her eventually being an incredibly successful bounty hunter, almost as good as her sibling , striker, who was top of the board, and number one most wanted, though was about to be overthrown. So during a scuffle where striker and millie where hunting down the same criminal , striker took advantage and millie ended up getting thrown in prision for being wanted of,,, crime, and striker getting away scott free (dont ask how idk yet). But one of the prison overseers or whatever recognized millies strength and talent, and offered her to be in the hitman bounty hunter program for big government company, she accepts and was paired up with moxxie, they fall in love, they meet blitz, the rest is history.

and now, you might be wondering , why dosent sally may do shit? well, thats because (at the time of writing) we haven't seen much of her, so i have no fucking clue what to do with her, sorry sally may fans

Anyways, on to the character dynamics. I imagine striker and millie to hate each other, but in a fun way. I imagine in harvest moon festival, millie and striker are trying to one up each other, millie competes with striker in the competition instead of moxxie, and during one of the rest periods where moxxie is patching up millie, he askes her why her and striker seem to hate eatchother but still seem to be close, millie info dumps her backstory, but she says it in kinda a playful or lighthearted tone. Like she dosnt mind it much that striker put her in jail, like its a game to them. Because it is. its basically one big ongoing game of cat and mouse to them. So yeah, they tie for first place, striker almost end games stolas , blitz catches him, millie joins the fight, big gun shooty shooty battle scene, millie is kinda beat up but okay. and at the end of the ep, before the menacing striker scene foreshadowing his return, theres a little scene of millie getting doordashed wendys to her in her house by striker wile shes recovering, moxxie askes why the fuck he would get her wendys after he tried to end gaem her, and she revals, its kinda a tradition in their family, after a big fight happens in the family, you usually do somthing nice for the other person you fought as a show of good sportsmanship, she reflects on how they thought it was dumb as kids, since they usually had to do stuff like clean each others rooms and give eatchother money, but now its just a habbit for after they kick the shit outta eatchother, they usally go to a fast food place and eat together. reminds them that theyre family.

And so in the western energy ep, i imagine it to be just millie and blitz (ill talk abt stoliz later) to be the main dudes in the ep, and striker just snatches stolas while hes taking a smoke break because he hates confrontation , windexes him, ties him to the back of his horse or whatever, stolas calls blitz, millie recognizes striker, blitz knows stolas is in danger because he remembered striker as trying to kill him and stolas, they fuckn speed and they track down striker.Wile theyre tracking him down, striker took stolas to his cabin in the middle of the redwoods, striker tied him with some rope he made himself or whatever and tied him to a tree , and so hes taunting him and stolas taunts him back but stiker laughs repiles giddily, stating somthing along the lines of "I haven't had a fun one like ya' quite' a time now', its gonna be a bummer when i cut ya throat open so ya cant talk anymore" or some shit, striker almost kills him, stella calls him and tells him not to kill the star guy, striker tries to rough him up a little more but uhoh millie and blitz are here, big car crash gun knife forest fight scene, striker gets crushed by big redwood tree and blitz goes to get stolas and also to hopital. But wile hes doing that, millie goes over to striker, kneels down, and hands him 5 dollars and a wendys coupon, when he askes why she repies "heh' did ya forget what good sportsmanship is" or smthing like that, striker askes if she can help them get the fucking tree off of him, millie says " thats a you problem" because she knows striker will find a way out with or without her help. uhh cut to blitz cradling stolas in his arms saying somthing like "please, your all i have left i cant lose anyone else again" and millies just standing there realizing she just gave her boss's possible bf killer 5 dollars and a wendys cupon blabahblah.

One last thing i would like to mention, the striker and millie sibling dynamic would be a contrast to the barbie wire and blitzo dynamic, wile barb fucking hates blitzo for fucking up her life and never wants to see him again, millie is pretty chill with striker putting her in fucking jail, thats because millie values family over everything else in her life, yeah they did something shitty , but hey, that gives her more leverage to do something shitty in return, plus, thats her brother, the guy she grew up with, the guy she beats up/gets beat up by and then gets her wendys after, thats her fucking family.

so yeah thats my silly thing

#helluva boss au #helluva boss #helluva boss millie #helluva boss moxxie #helluva boss striker #helluva boss barbie wire #helluva boss stolas #helluba boss rewrite #helluva boss sally may #sorry for the spelling mistakes i wrote this at 3 am