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msmischief101 · 1 month

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♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags: slice of life, alpha!Theo, future fic ♞Words: 1754

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The blaring of an alarm startles him awake. His hand grasps at nothing, and he topples to the right. A noise rivalling the sound of the alarm escapes him. His stomach drops like a stone as the ground comes to meet his face at lightning speed – and then it stops moving, or rather, he does when the arm around his waist tightens and pulls him back on the couch.

Fuck.

It’s too early for his heart to pound as hard as it does right now. Holy shit.

The alarm stops, and Stiles sucks in a breath, craning his neck to check outside. It’s still dark. Why the hell did he wake up to an alarm? It’s fucking Sunday.

Wait.

He squints. “What time is it?”

Theo nuzzles the nape of his neck, scruff scratching the sensitive skin. “8 pm.”

Goosebumps spread across his skin. Stiles shudders at the sensation. He honestly wouldn’t mind if Theo kept doing that for the rest of the day, well, night.

Stiles groans. “I was supposed to call dad before work.” It’s a thing they started doing after everything they’ve narrowly survived in Beacon Hills, especially before the nightshifts, and after Stiles left for college. Knowing he’s spoken to his dad in case of a shift gone wrong makes him feel at ease.

“He called,” Theo whispers against his neck, “told me not to wake you up. Apparently, he’s got a full night of paperwork ahead of him.”

Frowning, he shuffles around until he can face Theo without craning his neck. They’re squished together on Stiles’ couch, almost nose to nose now, breathing each other’s air. Only nine months ago, Stiles was willing to throttle Theo on sight. Now, they’re spending almost every night together, and Theo is answering his calls, apparently. It snuck up on him, slow and steady, and sometimes, Stiles still waits for the other shoe to drop.

And then Theo brings Wedel chocolate and Delicje and his favorite butter and salt chips to their movie nights, he cuts out pork on during pack dinner night because Stiles allergic, watches Star Wars and comic adaptions without complaining, and listens to Stiles’ info-dumping on random topics with the patience of a thousand saints. He even makes sure he eats and drinks when he can’t bring himself to stop doing whatever he’s invested in at the moment.

He indulges him.

So much so, that his pack complains about Theo playing favorites.

Theo brushes hair out of Stiles’ forehead, small frown wrinkling the skin between his eyebrows. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He cups his cheek, brushing his thumb over Stiles’ mole.

The crush he has on the guy is already unhealthy enough, all this caring alpha act is going to drive Stiles up the wall. Theo wasn’t supposed to be a good alpha, he was supposed to be the lethal solution to all of his problems. That’s how their relationship of convenience started. Stiles was sick of allowing hunters and monsters to walk away, Theo was willing to dispose of all those problems.

Voila.

Then the feelings came.

And decided to stick around.

Stiles scowls, “you should’ve woken me up anyway.”

“You seemed like you needed sleep.” Theo curls his fingers around his chin and tips his head slightly back. “And you looked soft, like someone I'd ruin with a touch.” He brushes his mouth against Stiles’, more a whisper than a kiss, before pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth. Fucking give him a break. Seriously.

His fingers find Theo’s collar, and he tugs at it, holds him close. “That ship has already sailed, trust me.”

Theo growls, deep and low, a dark rumble in the evening of his apartment; it’s the hottest thing Stiles has ever heard. The grip on his hip turns vice-like as anger and frustration fill the air around them. It’s a warning, a saving grace, the only thing keeping Stiles’ sanity intact while every fiber of his body tells him to take what’s offered.

The is unstable, even more than Stiles himself.

He combs his fingers through Theo’s messy strands instead. “What’s wrong, buttercup?”

Theo curls his lips disapprovingly. Turns out, he’s not a fan of nicknames – even less when used mockingly. But he’s given up pointing that out long ago. So, he sighs instead, a sound only capable of being produced by someone who resigned himself to his fate. “I don’t want to go.”

Stiles runs his fingers up the nape of Theo’s neck. A low heat spreads from his chest to the rest of his body, almost as if his heart is slowly replacing his blood with molten lava. “What do you want instead?” Because, truth be told, as much as this started out as using Theo’s obsession against him, Stiles wouldn’t mind spending every night for the rest of his life just like this; limbs tangled, pressed together as close as possible, and their hearts beating in sync.

“My teeth,” Theo whispers, brushing his closed mouth over sensitive skin, “in your neck.”

Fucking hell.

Stiles hooks his left leg around Theo’s and pulls him between his legs. “Sexually or violently?”

Another growl fills the silence around them before Theo nips Stiles’ jaw. “You really have to ask?”

Hands wander under Stiles’ shirt, and he shudders, pulling his shoulders up as goosebumps spread all over his body. The power this man has over his body should not be allowed — it wasn’t even planned. But Theo just showed up and turned Stiles’ whole world upside down, and when it comes to the chimera, Stiles is a weak, weak man.

He leans up, brushing their noses together, and presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Then stay?”

Theo lets out a breath. “I can’t.”

Stiles tries his hardest to keep his disappointment buried. “The duties of an alpha.”

Sighing, Theo sits up. “It’s more about keeping Donovan out of prison.”

“If you ask me—“

“I’m not asking.” Theo grabs Stiles by his shirt and pulls him back onto his lap. It is fascinating that, out of all the issues that could have possibly arrived between them, Donovan is the only one that constantly causes an argument.

Stiles huffs but as he tries to get up, Theo pulls him back down, a hand tightly around his neck. “He tried to eat my legs. Sorry, for still holding a grudge.”

Theo chuckles, dark and strangely enticing. “You’re not sorry.”

“Just saying,” Stiles mutters and scrunches up his face, “I’m not getting him out of prison.” If he’s entirely honest, he’s just waiting for the moment Donovan fucks up royally, and Theo admits that he’s more trouble than he’s worth. Donovan is constantly two seconds away from doing something stupid. All Theo needs to do is let him take the fall for once. Stiles’ dad can’t wait to put him behind bars again either.

This time for good.

“Hence why I need to be there.” His smirk doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but Theo tugs him closer by the nape of his neck regardless, curling his free arm around Stiles’ waist to pull him as close as possible once more. “You could join me,” he whispers pressing short little kisses from the left corner of Stiles’ mouth to his right. It such an intimate gesture, like they’ve known each other for years already, like they’ve known each other all along, and they haven’t just started fucking two months ago.

It would be their first outing as whatever they are, but that’s not the reason Stiles is more than willing to decline that offer. He’s not exactly in the mood to be around people today – aside from Theo, that is. Besides, “so, I’m one stupid comment away from getting my face rearranged?” They both know Stiles wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut, and Donovan wouldn’t be able to control himself – not even for Theo.

Theo narrows his eyes. His grip tightens to a point bordering on pain. “He’d be dead before he touches you.”

“Then maybe I should join you.” Stiles quirks a brow and puts a finger under Theo’s chin, raising his head – fully unimpressed by the red eyes glaring back at him. While it is more than unlikely that Theo will be voted “most-caring alpha” anytime soon, he’s not the biggest fan of jokes about weakening his pack; killing Donovan, unfortunately, means exactly that.

Instead of arguing, Theo huffs out a breath.

“Fine.” Stiles moves off Theo’s lap and flops onto the couch next to him. “Then maybe consider getting him laid. It would do him some good to get rid of all that pent-up up rage.”

Theo narrows his eyes. “I hope you’re not offering.”

“I’d rather make out with a dung beetle than let this guy get anywhere near me, thank you very much.” Stiles gets to his feet, stretching languidly.

Chuckling, Theo wraps his arms around Stiles’ waist and runs his lips along the side of his neck.

A shudder runs down Stiles’ spine. He hates Theo has to leave, and he hates that he hates it so much. If he had any energy left, he’d probably drag himself into the club and play nice just to make sure Tracy isn’t trying to climb Theo like a tree again.

Under normal circumstances, he lives to disappoint, and watching Tracy’s face fall whenever he strolls onto the scene is a special kind of pleasure.

But work has been torturous for the past few weeks. He’s drowning in overtime and doesn’t have any percent left in his social battery. He’d only end up moody and grumpy and be pissed at Theo for agreeing to come along, ruining a perfectly good weekend filled with sex, cuddles and good food.

Not necessarily in that order.

“I’ll come back later,” Theo whispers against his skin. “Just going to get Donovan through the night then I’ll be yours for the weekend.”

Stiles smiles, trying to ignore his heart dancing in excitement. “Sounds promising.”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Theo whispers.

“I’m expecting nothing less.” Stiles closes his eyes, enjoying the last moments before Theo leaves to hang out with his pack. Turns out, he’s gotten embarrassingly attached already. “Make it quick.” Stiles doesn’t like how needy he sounds.

Theo laughs. “I haven’t left and you’re already missing me?”

“Don’t ruin the moment.”

Theo lips curve against the nape of his neck.

Stiles’ heart skips a bit. Yeah, he’s never going to live that down.

#steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #teen wolf #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:steo

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 7 months

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HI MAC. FINISHED SEASON ONE OF HANNIBAL. THOUGHTS: AHGHSGHFAHSGDKDFHKJGHKJGD OHGHGGG WILL GRAHAM THERE IS SOMETHING SO WRONG WITH YOU. i am holding him by the scruff of the neck and looking directly into his sad autistic eyes. i love this little guy. he needs severe medical and psychological help. i love him more than anything. dr lecter is so fucking interesting i need to grab him by the neck and strangle him he is such an awful person but such a cool character agh ough agh. he says he's will's friend but then he manipulates him and does all these horrible things and i just!! wanna know why!!!!! if he is your friend why are you hurting him!!!!! or is he actually your friend at all?? do you see him more as something to play with???? someone who thinks in such an interesting way that you wanted to know what lengths you could push him to???? I DON'T KNOW!!!! I WANT TO KNOW SO BADLY!!!!! pls tell me will doesn't die i am so attached to him i am putting him in my pocket and feeding him jellybeans <3 i am going to watch season 2 once my cold is gone because when i feel bad physically i feel bad MENTALLY so i am Not in a good like. headspace?? to watch it rn what with the death and blurring of reality and such but MAN. MANNNNN oh it is so cool i am kicking my feet and giggling i am so excited to watch the rest oghhh it is so fucked up <3 i love fucked up weird murder stories 10/10 amazing show no notes thank u for recommending it 2 me i love it v much :3

NORMAL HANNIBAL EXPERIENCE. OH MY GODDDD im so glad u sre enjoying it so farrrrr <3 its like. beloved piece of media to me but also it fucks me up in the brain. its a good horror reset for me . occasionally im just like. i need to feel weird about blood and gore and death and then i will watch a couple epispdes of hannibal and just sit there like

TAKE YOUR TIME. OF COURSE. dw dw i was the same way watching it for the first time because it gets SO weird and existential sometimes and. tbh the artistic gore kind of got to me in ways i did not expect ??? it can be so overwhelming sometimes and my exact feelings on it are very hard to articulate and i could sit here for hours discussing it and not actually ever get to a point . SO I GET U. it's just the kinda show you gotta take ur time with. and thats totally cool :) I CAN TELL YOU WITH. MINIMAL SPOILERS. will graham doesnt die . absolute mess of a man. u know that post thats like "what a beautiful man . i would love yo see him in a fit of despair" thatd me about will graham. and also covered in blood. and let me tell u this show fucking DELIVERS.

#well. he sure comes close a lot. it is a complicated question. but . i cannot elaborate further without completely spoiling some things #i am a big fan of doesthedogdie as a concept though so i am here 2 be ur personal doesthedogdie.#will graham gets soooooo fucked up but he DOES NOT get killed mid series. i promise u #have u seen the fisherman thing yet. i dont remember when thats brought up as a character trait but he likes 2 go fishing.#literally a character that was made 4 me .#extremely mentally ill guy covered in blood who likes dogs and fish. thats so mac ghostiezone core of him #THERES SOME. PRETTY FUCKED UP STUFF IN THE SHOW THOUGH so if u need actual like.#trigger warnings and such i am happy 2 provide those so u dont have yo look stuff up <3 #bc while i am a huge horror enjoyer i also like 2 know vaguely what to expect ahead of time. like i said. big doesthedogdie user here #I LOVE U I LOVE U im glad u are taking care of urself <3333 #asks #friends!!!#anachronistic-falsehood

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arina-nov · 1 year

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🤩and 🤲?

Thanks for the questions!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Hmm, it's probably Russia and Sealand. Russia is pleasant to me because it is a familiar region for me, and I do not need additional information to complement the picture. You can always use your memories, the people around you, and personal experience. Moreover, everything I write with him turns out to be very warm and homely. I hope the "Taste of happiness" (wip) will turn out exactly like this. Sealand, for me, is like a child who has experienced a lot and there is a deep and strong Story behind his childish image. I hope that it will turn out that way!

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

"... The officer threw the boy into his cabin and dispersed the soldiers to firing positions, they scattered like cockroaches, and Rafs remained on the cabin floor. He's so small, the uniform comes off his narrow shoulders, and he looks at the man with fear while he walks like a barrel out the door and squints beady eyes at him. He combs his mustache and takes the soldier by the scruff of the neck again with a thick hand, sits him down at his desk and straightens his uniform, even somehow with care.

— You're a fool, Rafs. Smart people tell you - stay in the barracks and don't flout. And you? Oh, God be with you — waved his hand again, and spread out some papers in front of him

— I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to. But you understand - so many people are in danger, and I'm sitting in the barracks. But that's not the case! — The voice broke again and cracked so loudly, the boy wanted to go to war. To a real war with your soldiers!

— Set aside. It's not up to you to decide what they do, you're too small. And who will you protect with your discipline? You can't sit still for two minutes. Hold. — A calloused hand handed the boy an automatic pen and a sheet of paper — Can you write?

— No sir. Not able.

— Well, then you'll learn. Hold it and write it down — The boy had cards with the names of soldiers on his hands, there was a photo of a soldier on every corner, his age, parameters and occupation before the war. Were they all his people? How many! The boy was fascinated by the paper with incomprehensible symbols. And Rajuel himself was already considering the boy's attempts in an attempt to master writing.

The officer himself took a piece of cloth and lifted the soldier's pant leg, bent down, tied his ankle to the leg of a chair and sat the child back down. He checked for strength, and smiled smugly.

— Now you can't run away. You'll learn to write until we figure out what to do with you. And if we don't come up with it, we'll throw it into the sea. — The officer laughed and patted the child's head. He didn't seem to appreciate the joke.

— What does it mean to write? — Rafs turned the pen in his hands and poked it on the sheet, there was nothing. Poked again, still nothing. What is this strange device? I pulled my leg, and that one is tied tight. — And what will you do with me? I want to defend England!

— If you will, you will defend your England. In the meantime, sit and wait for orders — The man leaned out of the cabin and yelled at the whole deck — John! John! Come here, you brat!

Jonathan came running as if by magic, saluted and started staring at the child again, who was dejectedly wagging his free leg at the table.

— John, how are you spelling? – the soldier frowned and was taken aback by such a question..."

Thanks! 🤍

#fanfiction #aph #aph Russia #aph sealand #arina!

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rise-my-angel · 6 hours

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The funniest thing about hating Rhaegar is his stans assuming we love Robert and then they begin arguing how he was an abuser and a pos as if we don't know lol. Hating Rhaegar and Robert is not mutually exclusive. It reminds me of takes like if you love Jon, how can you love Catelyn? 🤦🤦 People need to stop living through characters I beg. Liking/disliking certain characters based on who your favorite character likes/dislikes is NOT normal behaviour.

The amount of Rhaegar stans who jump on you like OH YOU LOVE ROBERT HUH like okay lets take it back friends and show me where we said that.

Now, I am a bit biased because I do rather like the Baratheons in general but I am the first to pick those grown ass men up by the scruff of their necks and hold them up over a cliffs edge telling them that they're asses are gonna get dropped into the sea unless they smarten up.

Like yes Rhaegar stans, Robert is a piece of shit. But the reasons Lyanna did not want to marry him was because he was a womanizer whom already had bastards and she knew he was not a man who would be faithful or respectful to her. (My personal headcanon is that Lyanna was not interested in marriage at all but thats only my personal speculation).

Robert didn't even mistreat her, because he did not know her. She didn't want to marry him because she knew, she as a wife, was in for a life of a husband prone to massive infidelity, something any reasonable 14-15 year old girl would object to. And we have no way of knowing if he would have mistreated her the way he does Cersei. How he treats Cersei is absoutely horrible and abusive, but the circumstances of their marriage DO play a part in the manner which they mutually mistreat each other in different ways. Theres no real evidence that Robert would treat Lyanna as horribly, we can only say for sure, he would have been insultingly unfaithful and Lyanna would have at the least still been miserable.

So their assumption that Lyannas life with Robert would've looked just like Cersei's is wrong. Cersei's life also is played due in part that most of her family do not care about her well being. She was mistreated and miserable and no one cared. Lyannas family all cared about her deeply. The Starks are all very close and protective, so the idea that Ned would stand by and allow Robert to treat his SISTER that way is to say Ned views Cersei exactly in the same level of respect he does his little sister, which is wrong.

In Lyanna vs Robert in Neds eyes, Lyanna wins. We know this. He keeps Lyannas secret from Robert half their lives which could be a secret considered treason. Ned chooses Lyanna, and would not actualy let her be treated by Robert the way he sees Robert treat Cersei. Also by the time Ned sees the extent of his marriage to Cersei it is far too late to intervene meaningfully and thus he does nothing because by this point there is nothing he can do.

In fact, Ned while still going to tell Robert the truth, extends mercy to Cersei and all but begs her to take her children and run as far away from Robert as they can. Ned defies Robert by telling Cersei to spare her and her childrens lives by running before it's too late. Something which again, could be considered treason once Robert knows the truth.

Robert has MANY problems, and ironically, the show is actually the version of the story that handles this better. Robert in the show is still not a good person, but he has so much more layers and nuance to make him less black and white unlikable. This version of Robert you can actually understand what about him does Ned like and why other people still care about him. Its a rare example of an adaptation improving something from the books.

But Book Robert just sucks. We all know that. He sucks. No one likes Book Robert not even Baratheon fans like me.

But because Rhaegar stans depend on Rhaeyla for their characterization of Lyanna, they can ONLY imagine an opposite where it is Robert and Lyanna because their views of her depend on her in a romance. They don't see her as an individual character who probably wanted nothing to do with either Robert or Rhaegar.

In my personal opinion, Lyanna did not want to marry any man, and probably hadn't even considered if she wanted children. Since the earliest we know anything substantial of her is the Knight of the Laughing Tree, which is a story that tells me shes still just an adventurous girl who wants to see what the more exciting parts of life can offer her. And while dreading one marriage, she was kidnapped and forced into an even worse scenario with an even worse man and died because of it.

Like, at the very least, Roberts side of the war was partially fighting to save her life. Rhaegar fought the side of the war that led her trapped on the other side of the country, almost dying alone in a bed of her own blood.

There no nuance here with these people. They don't see Lyanna outside of Rhaelya and thus they are obsessed with proving that Robert was worse then him even though most discussions about Lyanna have nothing to do with Robert in the first place.

But to be clear, Rhaegar is worse then Robert. They both suck, but Rhaegar is still worse because at least Robert never kidnapped and raped a 15 year old girl which started a war and ended in her death.

The only reason its easier to dunk on Robert is because he was still alive when we met him at the start of the series. A lot easier to shit on a character when we directly followed their actions before they died.

#the jon and catelyn thing is so funny like the brainrot #its either your with me or your my enemy but unironically #i can love and defend catelyn and still call her emotionally abusive towards jon #they can and do co exist #rhaegar can suck and so can robert #targ stans so badly want this fandom to act like fucking twilight #team rhaegar or team robert sort of nonsense #me not tagging it cus honestly im just scared of targ stans at this point like yall win im not tagging anymore #you wanna get mad at me come check my blog directly

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adamwatchesmovies · 23 days

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The Karate Kid (2010)

Remakes of good movies are stuck in an impossible place. You can’t make them the same as the movie that inspired them because then, what’s the point? You also can’t deviate too much from the source material because then audiences will be disappointed. Ideally, you’d update movies that squandered their potential or no longer hold up, but that doesn't happen. This brings us to the 2010 version of The Karate Kid. If this was a standalone movie, it wouldn’t be so bad. Jaden Smith is a compelling lead and he has great chemistry with Jackie Chan. The problem is that it is not a standalone movie and since it is nowhere near as good as the 1984 film, it struggles to validate its existence.

12-year-old Dre Parker (Jaden Smith) and his widowed mother (Taraji P. Henson) have just moved from Detroit to China. Bad enough that he doesn’t speak any Mandarin but Dre is also bullied relentlessly by a 14-year-old named Cheng (Zhenwei Wang) and his gang. Under the training of the most unlikely of teachers - the apartment building’s maintenance man, Mr. Han (Jackie Chan) - Dre learns to defend himself.

I’ll begin with the things this picture does well. This Karate Kid was partially green-lit as a vehicle for Jaden Smith and he shows a lot of promise. He handles the stunts and the many dramatic scenes well. He’s got presence and personality. The film gives you ample reason to sympathize with him but it still wouldn’t have been effective if he wasn’t able to deliver his lines convincingly. I also want to call out the fight choreography, with one featuring Chan confronting Cheng’s gang without actually laying a hand on them being one of the highlights. This film is based on a strong foundation with heroes you love to cheer for and some big emotional payoffs. It’s easy to watch and doesn’t feel excessively long despite the 2-hour, 20-minute running time.

The fact that it is mostly good is what makes its flaws that much more frustrating. The picture may not feel long but it's still longer than the original (which clocked in at two hours and seven minutes) and somehow, the characters feel less developed. Part of the reason is the age difference. All of the characters in the '84 story were at least 17. The kids in this movie? They’re kids. Dre isn’t even a teenager and he’s having this budding romance with a girl in his class, Meiying (Wenwen Han). Where is that supposed to go? Precisely nowhere, you know that. Similarly, those bullies Dre is always running away from might be intimidating to him, but they’re small children. Even Dre’s mom could pick them up from the scruff of their neck and toss them around. They're non-threats even if you don’t compare them to the members of Cobra Kai, which were essentially grown men who could do real damage and felt dangerous, particularly against Pat Morita, who looked like a gentle grandfather - unlike Chan, who looks damn spry.

Gone is most of the humor. Miyagi - sorry, Han - is now an entirely serious, occasionally tragic character. You still believe Dre and Mr. Han as friends, but it just isn’t the same and the amount of time they spend together, combined with the violence Dre suffers at the hands of the bullies makes his mother seem irresponsible. I know circumstances were tough but she dragged her son to a country whose language he doesn’t speak and didn’t even prepare him for basic things like how to dress on his first day of class.

The problems go on from there, right up to the conclusion. Cheng is the pupil of Mr. Han’s rival, a brutal teacher named Master Li (Yu Rongguang). This man has hundreds of students, all of whom we must assume are as cruel as Cheng and his cronies. Even if Dre wins the big tournament at the end of the movie, it isn’t going to mean anything.

You may disagree with all of these criticisms but here's something undeniable: this is a remake of The Karate Kid that features no karate. They could’ve called it ANYTHING else but they didn’t call it “The Kung Fu Kid”; they called it The Karate Kid. All so Jaden Smith could have a spotlight on him, and so we could get some not-so-subtle glamour shots of what China has to offer to Western visitors. Apparently, the Great Wall is the place to go if you want a training montage. This film certainly wasn’t for Chinese audiences, who must've looked at the trailers and thought “Why are we supposed to cheer for some outsider coming to our country?” I won’t call 2010's The Karate Kid a bad movie, but it’s so unnecessary I could never recommend it to anyone. (American Cut, March 11, 2022)

#The Karate Kid #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Harald Zwart #Christopher Murphey #Jaden Smith #Jackie Chan #Taraji O. Henson #2010 movies #2010 films

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 2 years

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Marco, Law, and Ace use pick up lines on their S/O

Hello my lovely spirits! I originally done this in reverse where the s/o pick up lines on the characters that was my first little series on this blog. I honestly am a person that loves pick up lines and many people know that haha I love pick up lines and dad jokes. I have a lot more in my drafts that I completed for a while that I will post in a few days or so. With life and events happening I was never able to post more but I decided to do this for me. I hope you guys enjoy this <3

Marco

Marco knowing he hasn’t spent a lot of time with you recently the different shifts on the ship. And if you both got to see each other it was small talk and a quick kiss. Marco finally had some time to spend with you. Laying down in bed “It’s been a while.” you caress his scruff on his jawline.

“I know it has been yoi. But this is part of the life as a pirate” he let out a humble sigh, nodding at his response. “You want to know something.”

“What is it?” blinking a few times. His finger draws your face closer to his. The lazy smile you fell in love with his calm energy taking you hold.

“You’ve got everything I’ve been searching for, and believe me—I’ve been looking a long time,” Marco said softly placing a sweet kiss after he has spoken those words to you. You felt your soul leave your body for a moment. Marco’s mouth curled up “Did i take your breath away yoi.”

“ When don’t you take my breath away. I bet you tell that to everyone you met.” joking with him “Just with the one i love.. You are the one I love.” kissing the tip of your nose.

Law

“No, I’m not saying that ya” Law said he refused to use any pickup lines on you. Bepo look at him knowing you have been down for the last few days.

“Captain, _____ would like it,” Bepo said with the paper in his hand and the pickup line written down. “ _____ always does pick up lines on you why not do it back just once!”

Law thought about it for a while before agreeing. He looked at the paper feeling a bit nervous. He didn’t know how he agreed to his sitting on the edge of the bed, he saw you come out of the shower drying your hair. “Hey I thought you had work?” asking him

“No, I finished up… I wanted to spend some time with you.” he was rubbing the back of his neck, his mind repeating the pick-up line over and over. He didn’t want to mess this up. Giving him a small smile you took a seat next to him you leaned on his shoulder. His head turned towards you as you looked up at him with a smile “There must be something wrong with my eyes—I can’t seem to take them off of you.”

Did your ear just deceive you? The man who hates when I use to pick up lines on him, he used one on me?!?! Your eyes brighten up so big you pounce once his back hits the bed. Noticing his cheeks slightly red.

“You dont have any idea how much you made my night.” pepper kissed his face. Law not refusing the kisses but seeing the bright smile on your face was all that mattered to him

Ace

You and Ace wandering around the island you both docked off at. "The food smells great here we have to check some of these places out before heading back on this ship.” Ace gave a grin. Both of you barely started to date recently you were still nervous at times. Ace fell in love with your personality from the start. He practically blurted out to you he wanted to go out with you. You couldn’t have been more excited about the second commander taking interest in you. “Oh yeah they are known for their pork belly stir fry here!” you remember reading up about the island a few days ago.

Ace knew you were a shy person and at times very bashful. The first kiss made your knees weak you had to grab onto him. You had your own hands together. Ace looked at your hands as there were intertwined with one another. So badly he wanted to hold your hand. “Oi ______,” he said catching your attention. His hand slightly extends out to you. “ Your hand looks heavy—can I hold it for you?” your hand slightly shaking as it reached out to his. Feeling his warm hand holding your slightly clammy one. “Perfect fit.” giving you a cheesy grin.

“It’s not too clammy?” blushing hard. Feeling a bit insecure.

“Not at all.” raising the back of your hand to his lips as he places a kiss on it. "just the right amount of clammy" teasing manor

Tagging: @undercoverweeeb @fireflykaizoku @athenaportgas @iloveportgasdace @simpforroses

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starlitangels · 2 years

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There’s Family Here Part 2

Apparently there was a bit more to the story. I did not intend for there to be more to the story but my brain and these characters said otherwise 1.4k words CW: brief discussion of death Part 1

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Sam slipped through the front door of his house. Frederick and “Bright Eyes” (as Frederick always called them) were speaking softly upstairs. Better than an argument, he supposed.

Sliding his coat off, he looked into the living room.

Taking up most of the space on the hearth rug, soaking in the heat of the merrily crackling fireplace, was a massive grey-and-tan wolf in human clothing, head resting on front paws, eyes closed.

Fast asleep—or so they appeared.

Sam smiled, hanging his coat on the rack next to the door.

His smile turned into a curious expression. “Darlin’?” he asked quietly.

Upstairs, he heard Frederick. “Sam’s home. We should get going.”

The wolf lifted their head off their paws, eyes opening. They stood up, shuffling their position, and shifted back to human form, pushing themselves to their feet. “What were you doin’ in wolf form?”

His partner shrugged. “Keeping an ear out for your kids,” they said. “I can’t hear them upstairs from down here when in human form.”

Sam felt his body go completely still. “Kids?”

His partner pointed directly over their head. “Yes. Kids. They’re not newborns anymore, so they’re kids. Figured that’d be better than me instinctually wanting to call them pups.”

“Guess I—I never thought of it that way.”

His partner shrugged.

Frederick and Bright Eyes appeared at the stair landing. “We’re gonna head out,” Frederick said.

Sam nodded. He gave them both brief hugs before they disappeared out the door into the winter night.

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“I have a question for you, darlin’,” Sam said as he shut the front door behind the kids.

“Okay,” I replied, sitting on the couch and waiting for him to come sit next to me.

He did. “Twelve years ago, I watched Gabe Shaw drag a pup into a clearing on the solstice. Vincent and I were watching the runs from the top of the highest coaster in the park, while I was still in my bloodlust. And I saw Gabe with his teeth around a grey wolf’s scruff, physically dragging them into the clearing. Was that... you?”

I snorted, realizing that before this, he’d only gotten one good look at my wolf form after the ward came down at the Games, and that had been brief. “Yeee-up. That one was very much me,” I said, nodding slowly.

“Why was he draggin’ you?” He wrapped an arm over my shoulders, holding me to him.

“I’ll give you three guesses.” I leaned into him, closing my eyes.

“Darlin’,” Sam said gently.

I sighed. “Well, why do you think? I’ve always been a bit of a loner. It was my second solstice with the pack and I’d spent the previous one lingering outside the clearing while everyone stopped for a breather. And Gabe, to his credit, always pushed me to connect with the pack. He knew I struggled, and he tried to help me. That year, I was trying to lurk outside the clearing again, but Gabe found me, grabbed me by the scruff, and dragged me into the clearing, calling over Asher to convince me to wrestle. Asher, when we were younger, really loved wrestling as a wolf with whoever would join. Probably still does, if I had to guess.” I smiled softly. “But he especially loved it with me or David because we didn’t hold back. Which was the surefire way of getting me to actually stay in the clearing.”

Sam chuckled. “I thought it might have been. I wouldn’t have put it together without a better look. I mean, it was distant and dark back then. But when I came in just now, I noticed the pattern of the tan flecks in your fur were similar, so I had to ask.”

I smiled. “Yup. It was me. Does it please you to know that I’ve always been a troublemaker?”

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” he said, resting his cheek on top of my head.

My smile widened slightly. I twisted my head to bury my face between his neck and shoulder. He smelled nice. Like home. I felt him take a deep breath.

“I... I’m glad he did,” I said. “Gabe’s attempts over the years kept me... on the right path. Tentatively. For a while. It was only a year or two after he passed that I went off the deep end. But... all those choices... led me here. Right here.”

“Hmm,” Sam said softly. “I... I feel the same. I can’t regret the things that have happened in the past because they all culminated with me, sittin’ on this couch, holdin’ you. I’ve got you, the kids—Vincent. There’s family here. And I never woulda had the opportunity for any-a it if I’d struck out on my own, like I thought about. Hell, the kids might not even be alive if I had. If someone else from the clan had been watchin’ the park that night—they might-a just let them die.”

“You really think your clan would be so cruel? To just let two kids bleed out after a rogue vampire attacked them on your land?”

“Some of ‘em, yeah.”

He didn’t need to say Alexis’ name for me to know he was thinking of her. The way his expression darkened was the only clue I needed.

I set a hand on his knee and gave it a comforting squeeze. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you stayed.”

“Me too, darlin’.” He pressed a kiss against my hair.

We lapsed into silence, letting the fire crackle.

I thought about what he’d said. There’s family here. He’d included me in his list. Me. The train wreck of a wolf he’d somehow found it in himself to love—though neither of us had used that particular four-letter word out loud yet. He’d chosen to call me family.

My mind turned to that night David loomed over me in my apartment for the first time since I’d been back. Every inch the powerful alpha his reputation whispered him to be. You’re family. You’re one of us. We love you. We would have done whatever we could to help.

For that one moment, the angry alpha had vanished. His harsh edges softened. His tone had quieted. He spoke the words like he meant them. For that one moment during our argument—and then later, as he was leaving—he sounded like he cared about me. I knew he did. We weren’t close, growing up, but no one in the pack could ever deny that David cared about them. Just because he was in charge of keeping everyone in line didn’t mean he didn’t love every member of the pack.

But I’d always had my doubts. About me. I knew David cared about everyone else. But not me. Not when I went off the deep end.

At some point during our spat, I’d snapped, “The protective big brother act is really getting old, Shaw.” The words had left my mouth before I’d even thought about them, and I forgot them after David’s next words to me. I hadn’t even given my word choice a second thought.

I was thinking about them now. Big brother. David wasn’t that much older than me. Couple months, maybe a year. Did... did I really consider him my big brother? Really? I’d been a part of the pack for damn near half my life—why was I just thinking more deeply about how I viewed my alpha now? I mean, sure, Gabe had felt familial. But I’d never even thought about David.

I snuggled closer to Sam’s side and thought hard while staring at the fire.

Yes. Yes, David was my brother. Not just my “pack brother,” to use an old shifter phrase—he was my brother. Not by blood, but by choice.

“You’re right, Sam,” I said quietly. “There’s family here.” He smiled, holding me tighter against his side. “It... it just took me a lot longer to see it. I’ve got you, now—and I’ve got the pack, too. I mean, David has really made a point of making sure I feel included now that I’m back. And I finally feel like I’m... really part of the pack, you know what I mean?”

“I think I know what you mean better than you might guess I do, darlin’,” Sam remarked. “I think we’re both... solitary people who take a while to warm up to those around us.”

“That sounds about right.” I nodded. “But... I’m glad to be among family now. It feels... nice.”

“Yeah. Yeah, there’s something warm about family, ain’t there?”

“Warming up.”

#Part 1 was Sam adopting Vincent as family #Part 2 is Darlin's family and how Sam's has expanded #Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Sam #Sam Collins #Sam #Redacted Darlin'#Darlin'#Starlit Fic

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momolady · 3 years

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On Beatrix Hill: Finale

Josie’s dream is to have a family, and to see the two most important people to her happy. Will she achieve her dream, or will a cat ruin it all?

Female Main Character x Male Monster (both cis)

Josie followed along behind Bess, keeping close and clinging to her white dress. Once in the hallway, Bess looked this way and that, even holding up one of her floppy ears to hear better. She stepped out, walking slowly at first. “We’re a hall over, so it should allow us a little extra time,” Bess whispered. “Once we reach the ballroom, it’ll be easy to evade the guards in the maze.”

Josie glanced over her shoulder, back down the hallway from whence they came. She felt relieved to see nothing, but then she heard something. Bess grabbed her hand tightly. “This is when we run!” Like a flash, the two darted down the hallway, followed by the clamoring and grunting of the knights behind them. Josie only saw blurs of the hallway around them, flashes of artwork and doors. Then Bess stopped. “Keep running!” she shouted to Josie. “I’ll catch up.” She wrenched a massive painting from the wall, chucking it into the hallway, then toppled over a statue with some effort before she continued running behind Josie.

Josie could see the large French doors of the ballroom ahead. She ran towards them at full speed until the doors opened. She tried to stop, but she fell on the slick marble floor, sliding through the open doors on her rear before she was stopped by a pair of boots. She looked up and her jaw dropped. “The cat!” she whispered.

Standing above her was the black cat, clad in a white suit. He sneered down at her, lip curled and a sharp gold tooth showing. Then Bess came through the doors. “Josie!” she gasped.

The black cat looked up. “My bride,” he said. “What on earth are you doing here? You should be getting ready for the nuptials.”

“The black cat is the wizard?” Josie whispered under her breath.

Bess stiffened her jaw and walked forward. “Give me the girl, Padubast.”

The cat grinned and grabbed Josie by the scruff of her neck. “No. Who even is this?” He shook Josie around. “I expected you to have a dashing rescuer, not a tiny child.”

“Stop it!” Josie reached up, pulling at the fur of Padubast’s hand. “Let me go!” She kicked at Padubast’s leg, and he yowled, dropping Josie and doubling over.

Bess hurriedly ran over, scooping Josie off the floor and racing around Padubast to the doors leading out to the garden. “Good shot!” Bess cheered.

Padubast snarled, grabbing at Bess’s dress. His claws sank in and tugged her backwards, nearly toppling her over. “Get back here!” The guards who had been chasing them burst in, and Padubast chuckled. “Where are you going, Elizabeth? What does that child even offer you?” He grinned as one of the knights came forward. “What do you have in the world out there?”

The knight kicked his hand away. “Me, for one!”

“Perley!” Josie cheered.

Perley took off the helmet and chucked it into Padubast’s face. “Remember me, old friend?”

“What? I thought I got rid of you!” Padubast snarled.

Perley laughed and shook his head. “Oh, you certainly tried, and you very nearly succeeded. But you didn’t count on one thing!”

Padubast sneered at him, readying his claws to strike. “And what would that be?”

A confident smirk crossed Perley’s lips, and he popped his hat back onto his head. “A fine lady will always rescue me.” He quickly evaded the swing of Padubast’s claws and turned to Bess and Josie. “You girls make a run for it! I’ll hold him off as long as I can.”

“Don’t try and show off, Perley!” Bess protested.

Perley turned and gave her a wink. “It’s good to see you too, my love.” He charged ahead, throwing himself into Padubast to keep him from reaching them. “Get going now!” He struggled as Padubast bit his ear.

Bess ran outside with Josie, setting her down as they rushed into the maze. They hurtled around corners until they came to a dead end and had to turn around. They whisked through corridors both narrow and wide. But something felt familiar about this maze to Josie. She came to a stop and looked around to gain her bearings. “Josie, what is it?” Bess panted.

“This all feels very familiar,” Josie murmured. She turned around a corner. Bess followed behind her, surprised that Josie seemed to know this maze so well. Josie ran ahead, laughing. “It’s all laid out the same! Just the same as back home,” she called.

Straight ahead, she saw the exit and stopped. She took a breath, staring ahead as the light shone through the open pathway. She turned to look back at Bess, who smiled in awe. “You found the way out! That’s amazing!” She came up behind Josie, patting the top of her head. “I’m very impressed.”

“Stay here,” Josie said softly. “I can make my way back through really quickly, and go get Perley.”

She started to run, but Bess stopped her. “Are you sure?” she whispered urgently. “It’s dangerous now, with all the knights in the maze too.”

Josie pulled out of Bess’ grasp. “I promised him we’re in this together! And I know this maze like the back of my hand, so I’ll be able to avoid the guards. Stay here, okay? Try and hide if anyone comes.” She jogged off ahead.

“Be careful!” Bess shouted after her.

Josie traversed the maze like she had her town all her life. She could recite the name of every alley the maze’s corridors mimicked. It was her dream after all! Of course she could do this. She heard the knights shambling through the maze, shouting at one another, and easily slipped away from them. She knew she was coming towards the edge of the maze again, which was the same place as where the street turned onto the main square.

She returned to the ballroom and stopped. Much to her shock, Perley and Padubast the wizard were locked in an embrace where neither one could move. They struggled and jerked, hoping to find a way to gain the upper hand, but neither was in a good place. “Ah! Josie,” Perley grunted and Padubast wiggled. “Where’s my Bess?”

“You mean my Elizabeth?” Padubast roared.

Josie stepped closer towards them. “You both look ridiculous.”

“That’s what fighting does!” Perley laughed while still straining to maintain his hold. “Makes everybody look all kinds of silly. Don’t try it, Josie.”

Josie frowned. “Bess is waiting at the end of the maze. I came to take you through the maze too, but…” She looked at Padubast, almost certain he was the very same black cat who had tormented her for ages.

“Almost done here,” Perley grunted.

“You fool!” Padubast snarled. “I am the one who will have the upper hand, should you try and move. I will cut you down!”

“For what?” Josie snapped. “Bess doesn’t like you! She was only marrying you because she thought Perley was gone! What’s the point of marrying someone who doesn’t like you?”

Padubast and Perley both wriggled, toppling over so they were on their sides. “What do you know about these things? You’re just a little girl! What do you know about being lonesome, or fending for yourself?”

Josie stiffened her jaw. “I know about that!” She tried to keep her tears in check. “Because that’s all I’ve been all my life. But I don’t go around hurting people because of it! You don’t have to kidnap someone because you’re lonely!”

Padubast stilled, and in that moment Perley slipped his grasp and held him down on the floor. “That’s cheating!” the cat screeched.

“Josie, hand me that ribbon around your neck. I’ll tie him up with it,” Perley said triumphantly.

Josie looked down at the cat. The two had been enemies for so long, she hadn’t thought to see him any other way. But like her, he was a stray, and he didn’t know how to go about asking for companionship. Instead he lashed out, because it was easier than asking for a pet on the head. She walked over, kneeling down beside Padubast and stroking the top of his head. The wizard struggled, hissing and spitting. But at last a look of serenity came over his face, and he began to purr in contentment.

Perley stared, shocked by the transformation. He stepped away, and Padubast remained still as Josie petted him. “That’s all it took?” Perley gawked.

Padubast began to shrink. His clothes collapsed, and he vanished under his shirt. Josie reached in, pulling out the big black cat and holding him in her arms. The cat had tears in his eyes as he rested his head on Josie’s shoulder. “Come on,” Josie stood up. “I’ll show you the way through the maze.”

“He was an ordinary cat?” Perley marveled. He followed behind Josie, but as they stepped into the maze, there was a great crack behind them. Looking up, they saw the tower of the castle begin to crumble. “Without Padubast’s magic, this place is going to fall apart!” Perley gasped. “We need to hurry!”

Josie ran, keeping the cat tightly in her arms. The cat yowled as he watched what was once his castle begin to topple. The maze, too, was beginning to split like a sheet of paper tearing, and through the cracks Josie could see the dark and foaming waters below. She raced faster, leading Perley through the maze with the knights in pursuit.

Ahead, Josie could see the exit with Bess waiting, but the ground between them cracked wide open until there was a chasm between them. Perley grabbed Josie, holding her back. “Easy!”

“What do we do?” Bess cried.

Josie threw Padubast who leaped to a safe landing on the other side of the crevasse. “It’s okay! He’s nice now!”

Bess approached the edge of the chasm. “Jump! I’ll catch you!”

“You can do this,” Perley whispered to Josie. Josie looked down at the rushing waters below. She looked across at Bess with her arms stretched out. She could make it. After all, it was her dream. She took a running start, but as her feet left the ground the chasm opened wider. Bess toppled backwards, landing on top of Padubast. Perley tried to rush forward, but it was too late. Josie felt the wind rushing all around her as she fell through the air. It became colder and colder as she descended towards the water.

She gasped, waking with a start to find herself back in her larder room. She reached for the bedside, finding the broken figure of Perley still there. “Oh,” she whispered tragically. “Oh no.” It really was all just a dream. Somehow she had hoped it would be real in some way.

Josie wept, having had so much fun with Perley and Bess as they made their escape. They were a team, after all. After she cried, Josie cleaned herself up and resolved to return to Robin’s shop and give back the broken statue. She had searched all night for the missing pieces, but his ear and coattails were nowhere to be found. She would offer to work to pay Robin for the damage, but she feared she’d be horribly punished anyway.

As she made her way to the shop, she saw that Padubast was sitting in the window. He jumped down off the bricks and came towards her, meowing loudly and showing his teeth. Josie avoided him, moving around him to the door. Once she was inside, Padubast yowled at the door and swiped at the ringing bells on the knob.

Josie turned into the shop, and saw a handsomely dressed couple standing at the front desk while Robin talked to them. Robin looked down at Josie holding the broken statue. “There you are, little one!” His shoulders sank with a heavy sigh of relief. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”

Josie ducked her head as she fought back tears. “I know. I’m so sorry! It was an accident.” Her hands began to tremble, not just from the fear of being punished, but because her happy dream was already fading from her memory. “I thought I could fix him and bring him back, but I couldn’t. I lost the pieces too. I’m so sorry, I never wanted to…”

“You mean these?” The woman knelt before Josie, and in her palm was Perley’s ear and coattails. Josie gaped in awe before looking into the woman’s beautiful gray eyes. Josie’s tears flowed freely as the woman smiled warmly at her.

“They have the matching figure, so they came to fetch him,” Robin explained.

The man turned, grinning brightly. “I knew our little girl would find it,” he said. He came over and picked up Josie into his arms. “Where’ve you been hiding, huh?” He used his soft glove to wipe away the tears from Josie’s face.

Josie was in disbelief. This couldn’t be who she wanted it to be. Could she possibly still be dreaming? Her mind raced. The woman approached and brushed Josie’s hair aside, tucking it behind her ear. “Be easy with her now, Perley. I’m sure she’s tired.”

“I know how to handle my own child, Bess,” he chided.

Bess sighed and gave Robin a knowing smile. “Now that we have everything we’re looking for, we can all go back home.”

“Always happy to help some of my favorite customers,” Robin chuckled.

Bess and Perley walked outside with Josie, and Padubast was still wailing on the sidewalk. “Wait!” Josie exclaimed before they could walk away. “Can we take him with us?”

Perley glared at the cat, making a face at him. “That mean old thing? Come now, surely you would much rather have a beautiful Persian or a brand-new kitten.”

“I was told the exact same thing about you, my love.” Bess bent over, and the cat happily jumped into her arms. “Is he yours, darling?”

“I think so,” Josie murmured.

Perley and Bess set her in their car with Padubast, and sat in the front as Bess held the broken figure. That’s when Josie noticed that the human Perley’s right ear was covered by bandages, and his white hair was all combed to that side. She glanced at Padubast, who made a face at her. “Is this real?” she spoke low to him. “You can tell me.”

The cat meowed, then fell to the floor as Perley started the engine. “Easy now, you’ll hurt him,” Bess hissed warningly.

Josie tried to pay attention to where they were going, but eventually she fell asleep. Having searched all night for those missing pieces, she’d not slept a wink. She drifted away, slumbering comfortably until Bess whispered, “We’re home.”

Josie stirred, rubbing her eyes as they passed through an iron gate with an arch that spelled out “Beatrix Hill’. Josie looked out the window and stepped out of the car to see the front of a large red brick house, covered by vines and flowers. The door was a bright purple color. There were trees lining one side that were flowering in preparation to bear fruit, and on the other side was a garden of all different sorts of vegetables growing, as well as a large berry patch.

“This is our castle,” Perley said proudly. Padubast led the way, climbing up the front stairs and darting inside once Perley unlocked the doors. The cat happily trotted around, rubbing his face on things before scurrying away as they all walked inside.

Bess went into the next room, where there was a large fireplace. Sitting on the mantel was another rabbit figure wearing a pastel-green sundress. Sitting by Bess’ feet was a small brown bunny in a pink dress, just like the one Josie had worn. Josie watched as Bess set the broken Perley figure with the other two. “There were three figures?” Josie asked quietly.

“A family, and just like your father, the father to this set had been missing for some time.” Bess chuckled.

“You should have taken the hint when your mother gave those to us,” Perley chuckled. “But we’re a team, and like a team, we stick together. We find one another in the end.”

Josie looked back at Perley, who winked at her. Could it be true? Had it not been a dream after all? She approached Perley hesitantly, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please let it be true,” she thought to herself. “Please let this be them.”

“I made a promise, didn’t I?” Perley picked Josie up again and squeezed her tightly in his arms. “I promise I’ll never let you go again, Josie. Never again.”

Josie wrapped her arms around his neck. “It’s okay,” she whispered.

“From now on it is.” Perley smiled at her. “You’re the most amazing kid in the world, and you’re the most amazing daughter to boot.”

Tears filled Josie’s eyes. She’d never been called a daughter. She buried her face in Perley’s shoulder, Bess joined them, kissing Josie’s cheek before resting her own head on Perley’s other shoulder. Padubast meowed, circling their feet as if he wanted to be part of the group hug. They were a family, a full set. With a cat.

#exophila #monster romance #fairy tale #romance #monster boyfriend #monster lover #my writing #momolady monsters

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onyxoverride · 3 years

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My Little Fiancé - Zeke Jaeger x Reader, Reiner Braun x Reader [PART TWO]

PART ONE.

◙ warnings: SMUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. pussy eating, more cucking themes to threesome, cumplay, cum eating, objectification but make it sweet. double dicked down by big dick squad. my proof reading or lack thereof

◙ word count: 3.2k

◙ summary: Reiner has liked you since his childhood but when he comes back he sees you and Zeke are an item now. Don’t worry, the least you and Zeke could do is let him join in. This time he gets his turn inside you.

◙ note: I wasn’t going to make a part two but... Zeke and Reiner brainrot makes my a happy mf. ALSO I REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU ILY!!! Your comments and reblogs and EVERYTHING make me so happy. You're more than welcome to come into my ask box and thirst with me over characters(ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

Reiner was right. The scratches you left on his thighs when you swallowed his cock were perfect jerk material. He couldn't even go to the bathroom without seeing them and getting at least a little erect. He is very much looking forward to when you two invite him over for dinner again. His mind is plagued with your moans and your teary eyes staring into his soul as your fiancé fucks you lifeless. He doesn't believe in gods but he's praying almost everyday for you as he tugs his dick to the memories of that day. The disappointment when those red scratches disappeared a few days later left him flaccid, he almost debated on scratching himself just to pretend but he shook that ridiculous thought out of his head. Instead he thinks about how obedient you were for Zeke, letting him direct you and use you. That really contrasted to how you were on his lap like a minx with a mission.

When his prayers are answered it's not exactly for dinner, more for dessert… long after dinner time late in the evening on a weekend he makes sure the day after is clear because just the thought of you can leave him out of commission for hours but getting the chance to fuck you? He gives himself a day but he'd need more to fully mentally recover. He is but a weak man for beautiful women, and one as lewd as you? One that he's pined over? Fuck.

He can feel his heart beating so clearly in his ears, the anxiety of the whole situation is snaking back up his spine. He's glad he ate dinner early and the ferocity he brushed his teeth at was frightening, he doesn't want to be caught with bad breath especially by you. His footsteps to Zeke and your apartment feel way too loud, and so does the knock on the door. But the quickness at which you open it is almost comical, and you look all too eager to see him. You've been excited this whole time. Yeah, you love Zeke, you're going to marry him, but having variety is appreciated and the obscenity of being fucked by another man while your to-be husband watches or you two being watched sends thrills down your spine and your skin heat up. You're ready, you've been waiting like a good girl for him to get here, Zeke made you strip to just a loose button up and the reason, well-

Reiner smiles at your sweet hellos, his cheeks already turning red at your attire or lack thereof. But your mischievous smile keeps him on his toes as you play with the collar of his shirt. He doesn't see Zeke anywhere in sight which is curious.

"Zeke told me to tell you something," there's a heady look settling in his eyes as you speak. He plays with the edges of your shirt, "yeah?"

You nod sweetly, gravitating closer into his touch, "mmhm, he said and I quote "'if she isn't fucking soaked by the time you two get to the bed I'll kick you out and you'll never get to touch her again' something along those lines." He leads kisses along your neckline, rubbing his scruff roughly against your skin while he coughs out a chuckle.

"Is that so?" A hand running up your thigh, "Guess I'll get to work then." Before you know it you are bent over the back of the couch and he's thrown off his shirt over it. Rough calloused hands and spreading the chub of your ass that's hiding your cunt out of the way for him to devour after he flipped the end of your shirt over your ass. He's on his knees for you, submitting to a prayer into your pussy that's soon to be leaking over his face. The desperate grasps for the couch pillows do nothing to help with the vulnerable position he's put you in and he's diving into your cunt, lapping at it desperately. He's sloppy, spreading your lips out with his tongue as firm as he can manage, spit covering your cunt combining with the slick it's producing. The mission of getting you wet is easily achieved but go big or go home right?

His hands mold into your ass and thighs still spreading you wide as he presses his face deeper into you, his tongue lapping at your clit and hole as you wriggle and moan over the couch. Your feet can't even touch the ground and the pressure of the back of the couch digging into your abdomen is making catching your breath that much harder. The circles his tongue makes around the edges of your hole and the laps over your clit, he's not precise like Zeke who aims at your weak spots so perfectly and strategically, he's going head-in but his enthusiasm and the striking difference between him and Zeke make up for any downfalls. "Reiner- I-" you want to reach back and pull at his head off your cunt but you're trying to hold yourself up a bit to lessen the pressure your abdomen is taking. Really it makes the experience all the better, breathless groans breaking from your throat as Reiner is diligent in trying to get you to cum all over his face. He's dreamt of this, in different ways, different positions, and it's living up to his expectations. Your taste on his tongue is distinctly you, not sweet, not sour but insanely specific to you and that's what makes him love it so much. You can feel him groaning into you as he eats you out which makes your toes curl and the wave starting in your stomach is threatening to crash soon. He keeps his pace steady, so steady no matter how much you wiggle around and whine, your nails digging into the backing pillows as you get closer and closer to your climax. He presses your thighs into the back of the couch, groaning into your cunt as it clenches sporadically around his tongue and you swear you see a flash of blonde from your bedroom door out of the corner of your eye but you can't really focus as you cream on Reiners face. He's lapping up every bit of cum like a thirsty dog and finally he pulls back, out of breath, smirking at a job well done.

"I'd say you're sufficiently- what did Zeke say?-" he pulls you by the back of your button up to stand on your feet, slick trailing down your thigh from your cunt, "'soaked.'" He sounds so smug, you would scold him but your knees are weak and you finally get to take a proper deep breath. Thankfully, he holds your hips firmly so you don't collapse into yourself. He kisses at your neck, keeping a flat hand over your belly to pull you away from the couch and closer to the bedroom. Maybe he shouldn't feel such pride and excitement to show Zeke what a good job he's done but fuck it's too late for that.

Zeke sits in the chair Reiner occupied last time, legs spread, shirtless, finishing the end of a cigarette, pushing the butt into the ashtray near him. He can see the post-orgasmic bliss written all over your face and wobbly legs as you walk to him. The juices trailing down your leg shine a bit with the moonlight gliding through the windows, he technically doesn't need to check to see if you're soaked like he demanded but you're so obediently standing in front of him, he can't help but mold his hands into your body as you situate yourself between his thighs.

Reiner watches as Zeke unbuttons your shirt, throwing it off you before he grasps your ass causing you to stumble and lean onto his bare shoulders. Fingers trailing up your thigh, smearing slick even more across the plains.

"Reiner," Zeke lets out a short laugh, "You've outdone yourself. Guess you aren’t getting kicked out." Reiner can't help but let his chest swell with pride. Zeke presses his hands into your ribs, brushing the underside of your breast. "Go be good and spread your legs for him," he pushes roughly into your ribs towards the bed where you tug on Reiners hand to join you. He could combust right now, you look so sweet on the bed looking up to him, wanting him so sweetly to take you.

This is what he's been waiting for. Sure, fucking your throat and watching you get destroyed by your partner was fun but this is what he wanted. You laying underneath him on the bed, legs spread to accommodate his thighs, no fabric barriers between the two of you. Granted your lover is watching the two of you like a hawk around two rabbits but that just makes this situation hotter. What's even hotter is Zeke's commentary as Reiner digs his hands into your body, into the meat of your thighs and ass, traveling to your chest to pinch at your nipples.

"She was excited for this, you know? My fiancé begging me to let you fuck her." your skin is heating up from embarrassment. Surely, Reiner doesn't need to know this much? "She squirmed on my cock to get on my good side, to convince me to let you fuck her brains out. Imagine that?" Reiners dick taps against your clit, running it along your lips, soaking it with your slick. "My little cocksleeve begging on my cock for another man. I mean, I planned on letting you anyways but it was sweet to see her so desperate like that." Reiners shoulders roll at the confession, "Is that right?"

You turn your face into the sheets, you really don't want to confirm because even though you're spread wide for him it's more embarrassing to confront that you've begged to fuck him than to actually fuck him. Creaking of a chair, then your face is snapped forward to look at Zeke who's leaning over you, hand seizing your cheeks. "Don't pretend to be modest now." Zeke glares at you from over his glasses, "He asked you a question, whore."

Having two sets of hands on your body is wholly distracting, but you have to answer or Zeke will be extra mean to you if you disobey. "Yes," you confirm and Zeke sends you a look to continue, "Y-yes, I begged for Reiner to fuck me." The sheets could swallow you whole and you'd be thankful but Zeke looks satisfied and Reiner borderline euphoric.

You jolt a bit as you see your fiancé hit his back, "Well, get to it then! Don't want to keep a pretty toy like her waiting." But Reiner looks impossibly thick, you took him in your mouth sure, but your pussy is a different story. Zeke is a good length and curved, he never fails to please you but he isn't as thick as this. It's a little intimidating especially when he's trying to work the head into you. One small thrust to work more into you and you try to reach out to make him slow down with pushing his cock into you, "’s t-too big…" Zeke let's out an unsympathetic whistle. Of course, he doesn't want you to hurt for real, but watching you struggle is the best form of amusement to him. Reiner has mercy on you though, and doesn't push further into you. Your slick makes this easier and makes the burn less prominent, and now you're becoming thankful for Zeke and his forward thinking.

Zeke leans over the spot where you and Reiner are partially connected, his hair almost brushing against the other man's chest. Slowly, he lets a string of spit descend from his mouth to settle on your entrance and Reiners cock. He could've left it at that but instead he leans down to lick at your clit brushing over Reiners dick, adding more spit to the mix to make it a bit easier for you to take. Having another man this close to his dick shouldn't be this attractive, but his tongue and your walls fluttering around his tip is exhilarating. "She should be fine," Zeke sits back on his henches and pushes at your chest to lay flat against the bed as you wiggle just a bit on his cock. Reiner takes this as a green light to slowly thrust into as you whine for him, hands grasping at Zeke's thighs. His thrusts into you pushes groans out of your chest from the thickness. He's stretching you out, walls clamping down on him like a vice, cock rubbing the soft spots in your walls that make tears gather in your eyes. He can feel you get closer and closer to cumming, with your mantra of fuckfuck-please-Reiner-fuck. Zeke nuzzles into your neck, biting into your skin and tweaking your nipples as Reiner drills into you. Your pussy constricting around him sporadically, he pushed one of your knees to your chest to fuck into you even faster which only sends you over the edge you were precariously tipping over, your nails digging into Zeke as you cream on Reiners cock. But he keeps going, the need to fill you up completely with him sending him into a frenzy, your cum adding to the lewd noises and tired, breathy whimpers. "Fuck." Just a few more thrust into your tightness and his cum floods your caverns, he stills.

Zeke finally speaks up after a moment of silence, "holy shit," he presses down on your tummy and your walls flutter around Reiners cock before he pulls out, cum leaking out of your pussy. Zeke leans over once again, but this time he flattens his tongue over your hole, gathering the cum leaking out on his tongue, leaning back to hover over your mouth. He squeezes your cheeks to open your mouth, letting the collected cum and slick drop into your tongue. You swallow what he gives you obediently.

You two are going to be the death of Reiner. Seriously, fuck.

“My turn now,” Zeke flips you over onto your belly as Reiner settles near your head. Your thighs pushed together pushing more cum to slip out of your hole, Zeke spreads the chub of your cheeks out of his way to slip his cock into you.

“Look at you love,” He presses deeply into you, leaning forward as you claw at Reiners thighs, “So well used. Stretched and fucked open just for me.” Your insides are wet, soaked with cum so the slide inside in is extremely easy. He rocks into you consistently, your walls tight around him, even tighter because of the position. Your slick and Reiners leftover cum in your cunt are dripping down his balls, every time he presses into you there’s a resounding wet slap. You are completely disheveled and fuzzy, like your head is stuffed with cotton, slurred curses slipping through your teeth as Zeke keeps his course. “Suck him off, ‘kay?” You respond with a teary nod as you pull Reiner to you. He won’t last long, he knows that but that may be a mercy on you. You do your best to suck him into your cheeks, hollowing them out as you drool on his cock. The rocking of Zeke’s hips into yours pushes you further and further down his cock, you don’t need to do much work like this thankfully, but your pet name of ‘toy’ is being fully defined by Zeke and Reiner using your body to get off. Zeke’s glasses are completely fogged over so he just throws them on Reiners thigh to make sure they don't get broken on the bed. The taste on Reiner’s cock is a mixture of you and him. You’re so close, so inevitably close. Your eyes rolling back into your skull as a refreshing orgasm rolls over you, harder than the last one and so tiring. Zeke pauses just for a moment as your cunt tightens and creams around him, adding to the sloshing liquids gathered around your hole, cum frothing on his cock. You are in a euphoric post-orgasmic headspace, being used by them.

He bites and kisses around your shoulders, beard brushing against your skin, whispers of “Good toy, so sweet for me. Being so good for us” hitting your muffled ears. It only takes a few more swallows around Reiner for him to finish with a hiss between his teeth. Zeke pulls your head back by your throat as he keeps thrusting, he wants to hear your raspy groans unmuffled by cock for just a bit. The cute raspy wines of his name are worth it. You are past overstimulation, it hurts just a bit but in a good way. Zeke keeps going, you know he’s close by the sweetness he mumbles into your skin. The praise makes your skin hum and you wish you could be extra good and push your hips back on him but this position doesn’t allow for that and all the strength in your body is borderline nonexistent, all you can do is take what’s dished out to you. You claw at Reiners calves as Zeke ruts into one last time, balls deep to fill you entirely with cum.

He stays inside as he massages your back, he’s painfully observant and knows you are tired and sore already. “So good, so good for us,” at this point Zeke sounds like a broken record, but it warms your heart especially with Reiner holding your cheeks so tenderly, like you’re made of glass. When he does pull out he takes a moment to sit back and observe the cum being pushed out of your cunt, messy and smeared with your previous endeavors, puffy and abused by dick. It's a sweet sight. It’s tempting to eat you out like this but you’d just whine and squirm too much and he doesn’t feel like dealing with your kicking legs… though the breathy whines would be worth it...

Reiner can see Zeke smiling down at you where you can’t see, this is one of the rare times he has seen him look so… soft. Caring, delicate. A side of him he wasn’t able to see last time. Zeke already knows what to do for the rest of the night, he’ll make sure you both are washed up, you’ll tug at his sleeve to make you toast with butter and honey—and he will, he always will, and he’ll bring you a cup of tea to go along with it—you’ll curl up between his legs and pass out until the next day.

“Reiner, go get them washed up.” Ah- he didn’t really expect to stay after this but it’s the least he could do for screwing the brains out of his fiancé, so he gathers you up in his arms to give you a lazy shower. Zeke considers that maybe, he can make some extra toast, and maybe another cup of tea for Reiner too. He did tell him to keep his day free tomorrow, the least he could do is let him sleep over. Plus, the seasons are changing and it's getting cold, might as well let you have another cuddle buddy.

“There’s extra clothes in my dresser as well,” Zeke steps out of the room. You send Reiner a tired sugary smile, he’s starting to be really satisfied with his choice of joining the two of you in this weird trio.

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 <3

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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echo-of-sounds · 4 years

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smut alphabet - aizawa shouta

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He won’t instantly fall asleep, especially after particularly rough sex. He’s a grown man who understands how important it is to check in with each other and make sure you’re both okay. Even if you say you’re fine, he still looks over your body. He knows pain feels good in the moment but afterward you realize how sore your cheek and jaw is and how much that scratch actually hurts. If you need help, he’ll help. And when you’re both settled, he’ll cuddle you, unwinding for some sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t like admitting how much he loves it when you focus on his neck. Since it’s usually hidden behind his scarf and hair, it’s perfect for you to go wild on the skin, sucking and biting as hard as you want. It’s where he’s the most sensitive too. You’ll pull away to red marks and a heavy flush.

Your lips catch his attention. He likes seeing them swollen- loves seeing them wet and wrapped around his cock. And your facial expressions urge him to go faster and harder. He may also have a thing for your hair but that’s just because he loves pulling on it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It’s on the salty side. He doesn’t expect you to swallow. He knows it’s not the best taste out there. However, when a highly dominant mood strikes, he’ll finish by holding your head down so he can cum directly into your throat. The sounds you make are beyond satisfying.

He uses a condom most of the time. Kids aren’t off the table for him. Maybe in the future. His life is a little too hectic for any babies right now.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He got a blowjob in an alleyway when he first started night patrols. He can’t remember their name and won’t tell anyone. Ever. Definitely not his proudest hookup.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He hasn’t had the number of partners as some people have, but he knows what he’s doing. Some of his experience is from the very few relationships he’s had and some were from one night stands. He’s confident in his skills but also realizes everyone’s different. So if he’s ever unsure of how you’re feeling or reacting, he will ask. Because if you’re uncomfortable then he needs to learn about and change what he’s doing wrong.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It’s natural for him to take on the more active role. Whether it’s him being completely over you, not allowing you to move at all, or the numerous doggy style positions he can choose from. He just likes feeling in control. When you’re under him, he uses his weight to his advantage, putting his hands on your back, letting himself drop heavy and deep every thrust.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not at all. He’s quiet, focusing on actions rather than words. If you make a joke, he won’t react and flip you onto your stomach, thrusting harder than before so you’re left moaning with no room to talk.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s dark, matching the hair on his head. He won’t shave. He finds it odd that people get grossed out or put off by hair down there. Like, it’s just hair? Everyone has it. He doesn’t trim that much either. He won’t bother with any maintenance when he’s not in a relationship or regularly having sex. Once in one, he’ll trim it every now and then.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Don’t expect gushing compliments and rose petals leading to the bed. Because he doesn’t talk and isn’t romantically inclined, there is a lack of intimacy during sex. However, you can feel it after. He’s not the best with words so his affection is displayed through his hands and hugs. He’ll hold you close as you calm down from your high, caressing your entire body, kissing your forehead. If you compliment him he must just blush.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He mostly does it late at night or really early morning while everyone else is sleeping. Once he moved to the dorms, he masturbates less from the combination of where he is and the amount of stress he has. When there’s no other way to relieve the stress or thoughts, he’ll do it- completely and utterly silent.

Porn comes and goes. Sometimes he’s fine jacking off without it. Sometimes he needs a little help. He watches what matches his mood. It’s usually rough and hard scenarios.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Rough sex is a given. It’s just his character so it often happens without him realizing or planning on it. Of course, he won’t cause you pain until you have a conversation about what you like and your limits. He’s willing to choke, spank, bite, slap, pull your hair, and spit in your mouth. Whatever you need, he can do.

He likes being called daddy or, if you prefer, sir. It satisfies his natural dominance and will change how hard he’s thrusting. At the same time, it’s not his favorite kink. He doesn’t need you gasping daddy to enjoy himself and he can still be as rough as you want him to.

He partakes in this one less than the others, but he likes orgasm control. And not only on you. When you suck him, bringing him to the brink, then pull away, he’ll feign annoyance while secretly enjoying being under your care. He’s often the leader so feeling you tease and control him lets him let go. He also enjoys watching you go down on him for so long.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

When he’s in the mood for rough sex, he prefers the bed. It’s comfortable for both of you. He truly doesn’t care besides that. He’ll take you on the counter, the floor, the couch, wherever. It all depends on when and how hard the mood hits him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Frustration is a big internal motivator. He gets to work off all his stress and feel good and make you feel good. It’s a win-win.

Kiss his neck slowly. He’ll relax, leaning into your lips, turning his head to the side so you have more space to kiss. Whisper how much you want him- how good he makes you feel. Listening to your desires gets him hard faster than most things.

He also enjoys cute clothing. Thigh highs are his favorite.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can’t do anything relating to schoolgirl kinks. He doesn’t want to see you in a schoolgirl uniform. He doesn’t want to be called sensei. Not only will he never be able to look at his students again, but he also hates hearing and seeing those things while he’s supposed to be turned on. He’s a teacher and that’s one line he simply cannot cross.

He won’t use his scarf in the bedroom. That thing has been wrapped around horrible people and he limits it to that. He doesn’t want something so dirty touching you, especially in the bedroom. If you really want to be tied up, he’ll buy expensive rope for you and only you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving and loves sloppy blowjobs. Hearing you slurp on his cock with drool lathering him, dripping from your hands, is the best way to make him cum quickly. As he gets closer, he’ll grab your head, making you take him deeper. If you want to hear him be the most vocal he could ever be, lay on the bed, hang your head off the edge, and let him throat fuck you. He uses his whole body as he thrusts past the back of your throat.

But he isn’t selfish. He has no problem returning the favor. His fingers are firm and his scruff is harsh (in a good way). He’ll tie his hair back and lay between your legs for two beautiful orgasms.

Sometimes he favors oral sex over anything else. It’s easier.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time he’s fast, rough, and hard. He saves any pent up frustration for his workouts or, more preferably, you. It keeps him going longer and harder.

Those mornings when you’re both hardly awake, he’ll snuggle up behind you, making his erection blatantly obvious. Early morning sex is one of the few times he slows down. The other time is when you have comfort sex. If you or he had an emotional day, he’ll let up and drag out your time together. He’s softer during those times.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s fine with them. You can’t lay in bed and enjoy each other every time you have sex so he’ll opt to push you over the table, drop your pants, and take you fast. And sometimes, he just gets so inexplicably horny that he wants you then and there.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s fine with experimenting. He’s pretty open about what he does and doesn’t like and wants you to be open as well. He’ll try a certain kink or position or toy a few times before deciding if he likes it. Risks, on the other hand, aren’t something he’s willing to do. Being a Pro Hero means you have standards to uphold and he won’t risk jeopardizing any of it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One round is his standard. He isn’t All Might Superman. He’s tired and sex takes the last bit of energy out of him, mainly because he goes so hard during it. He usually lasts for thirty minutes but if he’s feeling up to it, he can hold himself back for longer.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own much and they’re for his partner, not him- a cute handcuff/collar/leash set and a small vibrator. When he finds himself in a relationship that he believes will last, he’ll start to build a small collection. He wants to watch you struggling from the vibrating butt plug while you're blindfolded and bound by expensive silk ropes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases all the time. His fingers will press right where you want them but leave a second later. He’ll rub your entrance until you beg for it. He won’t let you touch yourself no matter how much you plead.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Instinctively silent. He quiets any pant or huff before they can form. To get him groaning, focus your mouth on his neck, and dig your nails into his skin, deeply. He’ll begin to let himself groan and moan when he’s with someone he truly loves and someplace he knows is safe.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He doesn’t do self-care as well as he should. His lips are often chapped and he could learn how to use lotion (even just a tiny bit would do wonders). When he gets out of the shower, hand him a bottle of lotion. He’ll toss it aside. Apply it to his back and arms for him and he’ll fall asleep under your hands.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Around 5 ½ inches. Not the biggest but with his intensity, it’ll seem so much bigger. His head isn’t that sensitive hence why he likes deepthroating- more stimulation on his entire length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It can vary from week to week. It’s usually pretty normal- about three times a week.

He does have a lot of responsibilities so that takes him away from you and he is often overworked so that leads to his sex drive lowering. And even if he does want sex when he’s so stressed, he’s just too tired to actually do it. That’s the best time to give him a blowjob. He can lay back and relax while you take care of him. He’ll appreciate so much he’ll be openly affectionate with his words.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s tired after but won’t fall asleep. He needs to make sure you’re okay before he can begin to relax. Though once everything’s settled and he lays down, he’s out like a light.

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lordabovehelpme · 3 years

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Rainy Day- Din Djarin x Reader

This is the next chapter to my Days Filled with Love series. You can find the first part here! :)

Summary: When your family experiences a downpour, you have to find other ways to entertain yourselves.

Warnings: female reader, children

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The soft sound of rain echoes throughout the house. All the lights are off as the soft glow of the morning light casts shadows onto the golden skin of your husband. His hands idly rub over your chest and shoulders. Every now and then he’ll just cup your mound of fat, not in a vulgar way but rather in a pleasant way. He has told you time and time again how he loves the comforting weight and heat that your body offers him.

His back is leaned up against the headboard as you lay between his large thighs with your own back against his chest. He happily fondles your mounds while you read one of your favorite books. A steaming mug of tea rests on the bedside table, long forgotten as you become enveloped with the characters' story. His head rests atop your own as he lazily skins over the various words you are so absorbed in.

The soft comforter lays across your lap, keeping all four of your bare legs nice and warm. Before you had kids your husband would often sleep as he was born, naked and very much not afraid. But after Grogu climbed in bed a few nights you both decided that in order to save his innocent eyes, the mandalorian should keep at least a pair of boxers on.

There have been countless moments where those boxers have saved more than one pair of little curious eyes. Mornings where the blanket is ripped off of your sleeping forms by various excited children. Nights where little bodies crawled in between the two of you in a search for safety from their dark dreams. But you can both agree that you would never trade those memories for the world.

You have to admit, in the mandalorians' arms you truly feel like nothing can hurt you.

“Cyare,” He gives your chest a squeeze as he tries to gain your fous, “pay attention to me! You’ve read this book so many times before.”

Without missing a beat you counter him, “And I’ve given you kisses about ten times more.”

A small smile breaks onto your face at his loud boyish groan. He settles back into silence and places his head again on top of your own. In reward you reach back with one hand and cup his cheek. When he leans into your touch you slide your fingers under his chin and scratch at the scruff there.

He hums out his approval and you just know his eyes are closed. Moments like these really make you ponder if you married a man or an oversized dog. A breath of air puffs from your nose as you imagine him with a fiercely wagging tail and two fluffy ears.

When you bring your hand back down to rest on your stomach he whines and rubs his head against your own, again, much like a dog.

You giggle softly at your new found discovery.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Mmm, nothing.”

He sighs and rests his head on your shoulder. His arms snake around your middle and pull you as close as he can into his grasp. He presses a kiss to the spot just below your ear.

Your shoulder rises slightly in response and his chuckle reverberates across your skin.

“I love you cyare.”

You lean your head against his. “I love you too handsome.”

***

You’re standing in the kitchen, vegetables frying in a pan as you stir some pasta. Screams of delight sound from upstairs and every now and then you can hear a crash. You pray that they don’t hurt themselves too bad.

Tobbi is asleep, strapped to your chest and Isabet is sitting in her high chair with some markers and paper. Grogu sits next to her as they draw together.

The kids are antsy, usually outside playing. However, the strong downpour outside has put a stop in their usual plans.

Reeza barrels down the stairs, laughing as hard as she can and running as fast as her legs will carry. She rushes into the kitchen and right into your form.

An oof escapes your lips as you wrap your free hand around her shoulders. “What is going on?”

She looks up at you and smiles, her two front teeth missing from when she lost them earlier this week. “Hi, Tobbi.” She pats his bottom before turning to look at the doorway. “Hide me!”

“Hide you?” You ask in amusement and brush her hair behind her ears.

An inhuman roar sounds from the top of the stairs and echoes through the house. “He’s coming!” She lifts the bottom of your skirt and slips beneath it.

“Oh!” You gasp as you feel her grab onto one of your legs.

“Shh, be quiet Mommy.”

Your eyebrows raise and you just shake your head, turning back to the stove. There is never a dull moment at the Djarin residence.

“Where are you, you little womp rat?” Your husband stomps down the stairs, in the same fashion your daughter did. Maker, they are all so similar to him.

He silently stalks over to the couch and as soon as he peeks behind it he growls as if trying to scare whoever was supposed to be there. When he realizes that his target is missing he taunts again, “You think you’re smart, huh?”

You watch with a smile on your face as he walks into another room.

A hand reaches out from beneath your skirt and opens and closes, obviously wanting something.

“Mommy can I have a carrot please?”

You laugh and hand a piece to her outstretched paw, “Of course sweetheart.”

She latches onto it and once again the hand disappears. “Thank you.” You can hear her munch away at the vegetable and you just smile and shake your head. Never a dull moment.

It takes about two minutes for your husband to make his way to the kitchen. His loud stomps sound through the house as he approaches you.

His gaze locks onto you and he prowls forward. Hands wrap around your waist and he presses a kiss to your lips. But he doesn’t forget to greet his youngest son.

“Hey little guy.” His facade breaks as he strokes the tuft of soft curly brown hair that Tobbi so proudly sports. Little brown eyes open and stare up at the mandalorian. A wide smile forms on your son's face as he reaches up and grabs your husband's finger. He babbles and giggles as the mandalorian tickles his little stomach.

Isabet yells out, trying to get her fathers attention. “REE VA!” Her arm waves down at your skirt.

Small giggles sound from beneath your skirt.

Your husband turns to look at Isabet and then scans down to your long skirt. He meets your eyes and his own swirl with amusement. Giving you one last kiss, he presses his finger against his lips, signaling you to stay silent.

Slowly he sinks down to his knees.

You hold your breath, waiting for what the bounty hunter will possibly do next.

As fast as he can, he whips your skirt up and grabs your daughter. She screams in delight and you gasp at the cool air on your bare legs.

He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her from you. She tries to reach out and grab your legs but your husband pulled her away too fast.

She is nearly wheezing from laughing so hard. But in between the laughs she pleads with him. “Daddy, no!” and “Daddy, please!”

A loud battle cry sounds from the living room as Myles charges in and flings himself at your husband. But there is only so much a seven year old can do to the large bounty hunter. Your husband bends down and lifts Myles over his shoulder. Tobbi laughs and giggles as his little legs kick in excitement.

Your husband turns to look at you, smiling wide as he holds two screaming and laughing children.

You have never been more in love.

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The three youngest kids have already been put to bed, so it just leaves you, Myles, Reeza, and a very sleepy mandalorian.

Reeza sits on her fathers lap while Myles sits on your own. A large blanket is wrapped around you and Myles as the two of you stare at the other members of your family.

Your husband's head leans back against the chair as he snores loudly. Reeza lays on his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck as she also snores, the spitting image, and sound, of the mandalorian.

“Does he always snore that bad?”

You giggle and press a kiss to the top of your son's head. “No, it’s just the angle he is at. Once he lays down it will be much quieter.”

He nods slowly, trying to analyze why the angle would affect his fathers loud snores. Once he seems to find an answer he likes, he asks another question, “Do I snore like that?” He sends a disgusted side glance at his father.

Myles was never really a snorer. When he was a toddler he was a mouth breather so naturally he snored a little, but now it has been fixed. “A little when you were younger, but it’s gone away now.”

He nods his head, eyes glassy as he thinks over this new information. “Good.”

You laugh at his simple response. “Yes, then when you have your own kids they won’t stare at you while you sleep and make fun of you.”

“Ewww, mommmmmm.” He whines but you just kiss at his cheeks.

“I know, it’s gross, I’m sorry.”

He looks up at you, gears turning behind those expressive eyes. “You’re kisses will never be gross, kids are gross.”

A loud fit of laughter erupts from your stomach. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I’ve seen you change lots of diapers. And I’ve gagged each time.”

You laugh and shower him with kisses again. “Maker, I love you.”

“I love you too Mom.”

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Paring: Pedro Pascal / brown!reader

Word count: 1809

Warnings: SMUT SO IF YOUR NOT 18+ KINDLY FUCK OFF, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, oral sex (f receving), age gap, edging? I’m not sure what else this is pretty tame compared to my other stuff.

A/N: This is dedicated to my girl. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have been in this position. I hope this kills you! (Jk I love you didi) As always feedback is greatly appreciated :)

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“Ok that’s the last shot of the day!” the director called out. You moved from your spot on set to walk to your trailer. “Y/N,” your co-star Pedro called out for you. You sped up hoping to avoid talking to him today. You could not handle the way his brown eyes started into your soul as he talked and the way he bit his lip as he would shamelessly eye you up and down. Not right now, “Y/N wait up I want to talk to you for a second.” You could hear footsteps getting closer. Realizing that there's no way of getting out of this you slowed to a stop. “Hey you got headphones in or what.” Pedro smiled at you

“Sorry I guess I'm just caught up in my thoughts. Got a lot going on.” You played with the hair tie on your wrist nervously.

“You know you can always come and talk to me,” he grabbed your wrist gently and tilted your head up to look at him, “I’m always here to help you darling.”

Your face flushed at the nickname. “I’m just a bit nervous for the scene tomorrow.”

“Well why don't you come home with me and I can help you work through it. I’ve done scenes like that so many times.”

You blinked at him. “Are you sure I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

He smiled. “Y/N you wouldn’t be intruding. I'm asking you to come.”

“Ok, that would be really helpful, thank you.”

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When you reached Pedro’s house he led you inside. Taking you to the living room he gestured for you to sit on the sofa next to him, but you sat on the chair across from him instead. He had an amused look on his face. “So you haven't prepped for this scene at all?” He asked.

Your face burned. “Well I'm not really experienced in that area so I wasn't sure what to do.” You whispered with your head down.

“Listen, I remember how nervous I was for my first sex scene. Let me help you practice,” after seeing the blush that covered your brown skin, he added, “only if you want to of course.”

“Yeah that would be good.”

He smiled, his eyes crinkled in the corners. “Ok sweetheart, let's get started then. We can take it slow and I’ll tell you all the basics, but first, why don't you come and sit next to me and tell me what you already know about it.”

As you got up to move you pulled down your skirt and couldn't help but notice how his brown eyes raked over your body with a hungry look in them. Sitting down you played with the edges of your skirt and wouldn't look him in the eye. He brushed your hair behind your ear.

“So at the start of the scene the characters are sitting just like we are, side by side, talking,” he picked up the script, “So I��ll be Jason and you be your character, Sabrina.”

You nodded your head and took a deep breath before getting into character. “Jay I need you to understand that we need to set boundaries in our friendship. This ‘arrangement’ isn’t what normal friends do.”

Pedro put his hand on top of yours and you couldn’t help but notice how his hand was so large it completely covered yours. His other hand turned your chin to look at him. Holding you still to look into his eyes he said, “I don't want boundaries I just want you.” He moved closer and closer to you, his eyes flickering at your lips, and stopped a mere centimeters away. You held your breath.

He pulled back. “And that's where the kiss will start and the rest of the scene will follow, okay?”

You took a deep breath and tried to shake the dark thoughts that plagued your mind. Just the idea of kissing him made your head spin.

He rested his hand on your knee. “Are you ok darling? You look a little out of it.”

You shook your head. “I guess I'm just a little dehydrated from everything today.”

“Let me go get you some water. I'll be right back ok?” He said, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear making you flush red.

I need to pull myself together. You thought. There's no way anything would ever happen. He's so much older and I just need to be professional. Just talk and be professional.

Your thoughts were interrupted when he came back with a glass of water as promised. When he sat down he sat closer than before and handed you the glass.

“You need to drink at least half of that before we get back to work ok?” He said sternly.

“Ok.” You drank the water, fully aware of his eyes on you as you did so. As you put the glass down the energy in the room had changed. Everything was a little more tense. Pedro was silent before moving his hand to your knee.

“You know I always thought you were so talented. The way you disappear into a role. But I think it's because you play characters that are like you. Such sweet girls.” His hand glided up your bare thigh to the hem of your skirt. “I never told you but I love it when you wear these skirts. You look so adorable. It makes me want to ruin you,” he growled in your ear, “if you let me take care of you darling, I can make you feel so good,” his hand ghosted over the front of your panties, “all you have to do is say yes.” He left wet kisses down from your ear to your neck. The only sound in the room was your breathing and his kisses.

“Yes please.” Your voice was so quiet you weren't even sure he heard it until he purred ‘good girl’ in your ear as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom.

He lay you down on the bed before walking away to take his shirt and pants off. You sat up watching him with hungry eyes. He threw his clothes on the floor and crawled on the bed toward you. He hovered over your body and kissed your forehead sweetly before whispering in your ear. “I’m going to ruin that cute little pussy.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine, he pulled your shirt off before kissing his way down your stomach. His fingers hooked around the top of your skirt and underwear, he tapped your hips and you lifted them so he could slide the material off your body.

Throwing your clothes somewhere in the room, he wasted no time getting in between your legs. Leaving wet kisses down the inside of your thighs, sucking and biting, red marks appearing in his path. His scruff tickled your legs making you shiver in anticipation as he neared your core. Licking a long stripe up your pussy he dove in. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. A loud moan escaped your mouth that you tried to muffle with your hands. He moved away from your pussy to pull your hands from covering your face.

“Now princess I don't want to see you covering your face again. You be a good girl and let me hear every little sound you make.” He said with a stern look on his face.

“Okay.”

“Good girl,” he growled before diving back in, this time slipping a finger in you, “so tight just around my finger.”

You whined and tried to move away, the feeling unfamiliar but Pedro held you in place.

“You can't run away from me baby. We gotta open you up so you can fit around me right?”

His finger sped up, hitting your g spot every time. Adding another finger in and his thumb rubbing your clit you were close in no time.

Your loud moans bounced off the walls and you warned Pedro of your upcoming orgasm. You looked up at him, eyes wide as you begged him to let you come around his fingers.

“Please, please let me cum I need it so bad!” Your legs thrashed on the sheets in frustration as he pulled his fingers out of you, licking your wetness off them.

“No baby that’s not what you want,” he said in a condescending tone that made your pussy clench around air, “it’s gonna feel so much better to finally cum around me.” He pulled his pants down. “Don’t you want this?” He questioned you, gesturing down to his cock that was standing ridged at attention.

You felt your wetness drip at the sight. “Yes.”

He stroked your head lovingly. “Such a good, obedient girl for me. Now lie back.”

He pushed your shoulders slightly so you reclined back into the soft pillows. His fingers intertwined with yours as he slowly pushed in. You could feel your walls gripping him tight. He let out a breath and hung his head.

“Goddamn honey you feel so good around me.” He squeezed your hand as you whimpered. Finally his hips met yours and he stilled inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. You had never felt more full in your life. Every inch of you tingled with electricity. You squeezed his hand as a signal for him to move. He slowly pulled out slightly, only to thrust his hips against yours once more. When you moan in pleasure he took that as a sign to move slightly faster, the curve of his cock hitting your g spot every time.

“Does that feel good baby?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Yes,” you gasped, “more please.”

When you looked up at him with those big doe eyes, he lost it. Pistoning his hips in and out as fast as he could. You neared your high quicker than you would have liked. Whimpering and clawing at his back, Pedro knew exactly what you needed. His hand snaked down between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles. His lips went to your neck, marking you as his. All the while, never breaking pace.

“Pedro please,” you whispered in his ear, your voice breaking, “I'm so close.”

“I know baby, me too just hang on one minute longer.” he kissed your forehead.

When you couldn't hold out any longer you finally felt that white hot wave of pleasure wash over you as Pedro kept on moving his hips in and out, working you though your orgasm.

He came soon after, you moaned at the feeling of being filled up. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence before Pedro spoke up.

“I know this is a little backward but will you go on a date with me?”

You laughed. “Yeah of course.”

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No one asked for this but I’m going to show you guys anyway which pictures of José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal are my favorite.

1. We got the very soft, hippie vibes kind of Pedro who, for some odd reason, screams raw sex appeal simply because he’s not wearing anything under the cardigan and has bed hair and is touching his thumb to his finger provocatively. Also, his neck is on full display and his relaxed facial expression makes me giggly and cozy. And let’s not even talk about the arms and how large his hands are and how long and thick his fingers look and my god did I mention that look in his eyes??

2. Slicked back hair is usually very ugly on guys, in my not so humble opinion, but my sweet god does he pull this off. I’m not sure if it’s because his hair is long and like the perfect shade of brown or because of how it contrasts beautifully with his skin tone but goddam. The focused, furrowed eyebrows and gaze is just a bit too much to handle and the little white hairs peeking on that scruff make me wants to nip at him. His nose is *chef’s kiss* and his neck, once more because I have a fucking fixation, really pretty and his clavicle is just visible but not enough (a shame), and the dip below his Adam’s apple looks very intimate. Overall, a look.

3. Not that I wouldn’t to the other ones but we have no moved into “I’ll get on all fours for you sir” territory because this is. This is something else. There’s just something erotic about a fully clothed man who holds such a powerful, dominate, alpha stance that makes me whimper and the fact that he’s wearing a turtle neck makes it all the more enticing because you cannot see a single inch of his skin apart form his face but my god does he look delicious. Also, he looks so soft yet aggressive and I can’t reconcile that with those leather gloves. The hair is floofy too and the mustache is prominent and the side profile kills me again people.

4. When I tell yall I almost spit out my drink the first time I saw this picture...What’s not to love. Black and white pictures make it so much easier to focus on the details and character of the portrait and this is just perfect because half of his face is hidden but you can still fall into those eyes so easily and his scruff is so attractive and his Adam’s apple is staring at me and the dip at the bottom of his throat is much much more prominent here and the hand skimming over the skin of his chest is driving me up the walls for so many reasons. The dark on dark just makes his skin pop out which leads me to his lower stomach and navel looking really soft yet muscular but not too much and not too blughh and the little happy trail is giving me unholy thots and the dip of his hips looks really sexy and the other hand sort of hanging on the loop is making me feral and once again, the look in his eyes yall. I am a whore for one man.

5. Chain. Chain. Chain. Fluffy sleepy hair, really cute smile, amazing lips, and dark dark eyes. Chain. That floral shirt deserves an award. Chain. His neck is really on display again but his Adam’s apple isn’t as out there but it’s fine. The little white hairs on the side scruff are so cute. Did I mention the motherfucking chain???

6. Daddy.

7. I hate white anything in clothes but wow he really can pull off anything and it’s not fair. But seriously though the almost Contrapposto stance is making me roll my eyes because he does look like a Greek sculpture to me, especially with that suit and sir. For the record, it is not polite to put your hand down that hatch because I am deaded. Also, glasses in mouth.

8. Biceps and triceps and thighs and eyes.

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snake for a badger

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pairing: hufflepuff!reader x draco

request? nope this was something that i came up with myself but low key i had quite a few hufflepuff requests that i never attended to and i wanted to give the hufflepuffs some love (my longest fics have had either ravenclaw or gryffindor readers, so this is your moment y’all...if you’re a slytherin then i’ll have something coming up for you soon ;))

summary: 6th year hufflepuff y/n y/l/n doesn’t know if she be afraid of draco malfoy after her friends warn her about his potential status as a death eater...and the fact that he keeps showing up to save her isn’t helping. THIS IS A TEASER!!!! for a much longer oneshot that’s currently in progress!!

warnings: teen drinking, secondhand embarrassment, swearing

a/n: important note that THIS IS A TEASER. i honestly have no idea how the entire oneshot is going to look (even though i assume that this isn’t exactly a one shot if there’s this added onto it). i’m not even sure if this is going to be a scene--it’s just the very first thing i wrote for it, and i liked it. i feel like draco’s character in this is really tricky because i haven’t yet decided how “ooc” i want him to be. i just really liked this idea and i’ve always had the image of y/n saving draco in this particular movie scene. let me know your thoughts!

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Her shoes dug into the back of her heels as she tried to keep up with Ginny around the corner.

“I don’t understand why you insist on wearing those...torture devices,” the red-haired witch said without adjusting her stride in the slightest. Y/N was tempted to just rip them off then and there and attend Slughorn’s party barefoot and carefree, but she knew better. It was in her best interest to try and get on the good side of the professors. Even though she had no intention of holding an office in the Ministry or becoming an Auror, she still wanted a good scroll of recommendation from her Potions professor. Especially considering his connections.

“Why don’t you just spell the back of them soft?” asked Ginny. “That’s what Parvati does. At least, I think that’s what she does. I don’t know how else she’s able to wear them with her uniform every day.”

“She doesn’t know the first thing about shoes.” Y/N winced the tip of her heel wobbled for a moment in between the cobblestones. “Once you spell a shoe soft, they’re never the same again. They’re ruined. At least, that’s what my mother has always told me--she swears by that balm stuff I keep on my nightstand.”

“Ah, Mrs. Y/L/N. I’m glad she’s not here to see me. I think she would demand that I pay with my life for my outfit today.”

Y/N managed a smile. “Hey. You know she likes you. I think so, at least.”

They rounded the corner, and this time Ginny was kind enough to steady Y/N as they made their way up the final flight of stairs. “I don’t know how you’re going to make it through the whole night, Y/N. I bet you wish you’d taken up Nott’s offer to be your date this time, huh? Now that you don’t have anyone to lean on if your feet get too tired?”

“There’s something called taking my shoes off if they hurt too much,” she responded. “And I could never regret that--I know he only did it because his mother told him to. Something about a favor for my mother after we saved her at a gala, I’m sure.”

“Also the fact that Millie would crucify you if she saw you with him.”

Y/N laughed. “That too. Imagine being a Hufflepuff who accidentally put a target on her back…”

“You’d be dead.”

“But very, very stylish. And if I died, my feet wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

Ginny tutted at her. “So morbid.”

The staircase had finally turned to their stop, and before the two girls had a chance to get off, Y/N heard a voice call out for her companion.

“Ginny! Hey, Ginny!”

“Harry!”

She pulled Y/N up the last few steps and deposited her safely on the corridor platform before bounding off towards Harry and Luna at the opposite end of the hall. They must’ve come from a different direction. “I’ll catch up with you at the party, ok?”

Y/N just beamed at her friend as she closed the difference between her and Harry, pulling both him and Luna around the corner towards the music and sound of the party. If it was anyone else, she might’ve been offended, but she knew how much Harry meant to her. Even if Ginny didn’t know it yet. And Y/N would not, under any circumstance, slow her friend down because of her poor footwear choices.

She dusted her dress off before making her way further down the hall. It was slower going without the prospect of a steadying hand next to her, but it was getting easier. Maybe the balm she’d used on the leather really was softening with each step she took like it said on the box.

Before she lifted the curtain to walk into the jovial evening, a flash of blond hair caught her eye. Platinum blond hair--the type that only belonged to one person she knew.

“Malfoy?”

His head snapped up from its previous spot on his knees that were folded up on the floor. The Slytherin was obscured by the darkness and the dividing wall that had been erected in the corridor, but Y/N was completely sure of what she was seeing.

She crept closer, inwardly cringing at the sound her heels made as they clacked across the stones.

“Need anything, Y/L/N?” he drawled. Once she was close enough to see his face clearly, his expression made it clear that he was not in a good mood. Not like he ever was, though.

“Why are you...er...just sitting here?” Fuck. She sounded so ditzy.

“Enjoying my Friday night.”

“Oh...ok.” Y/N swallowed. “You were invited to Slughorn’s party?”

He shrugged.

Her mouth felt dry. Obviously, he hadn’t been invited. Slughorn was notorious for wanting to keep a squeaky clean image, and entertaining the idea of inviting a Death Eater’s son was...out of question. And he never tried in his class anymore.

She dared another look down at him and nearly squeaked when she saw him staring directly back at her. Under normal circumstances, she would’ve at least told him goodbye or goodnight, but her words completely failed her. Instead, she just stared back, completely frozen.

She couldn’t help it. Ever since last fall, she couldn’t act normal around him to save her life. Not after...that.

A cat meowed in the distance, breaking whatever was paralyzing her.

“I...I have to go. I think that’s Filch.”

He said nothing--just tilted his head and raised an eyebrow like he was expecting something from her. She spun and walked as quickly as she could manage without breaking an ankle.

“What took you so long, Y/N?” Ginny asked the moment the curtain fell behind her, closing her back into the party. The tent that was magically set up was much more spacious than she was expecting, and the lime and peach coloring was surprisingly bright and cheery.

“I...uh…”

Her explanation was cut short by the sound of the entrance curtain being shoved aside with so much force that the nearest tables shook, the fine china clattering.

Filch stood in front of them, holding a very peeved looking Draco Malfoy by the scruff of his neck. “Found this boy loitering around outside. I don’t imagine that he’s been invited to your party here.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Professor Snape appeared to her left, his robes billowing black behind him as he made his way towards the pair.

“Ok, ok, I admit it, I wasn’t--”

“Draco! Where have you been?”

The words were out of her mouth before she even had the chance to think of the heavy, heavy regret that weighed down at her the moment they were spoken--not to mention the foreign feeling of the name “Draco” instead of Malfoy on her tongue. The tension in the room was tangible as Y/N took a few tentative steps forward. Snape whipped around to glare at her with a look that contained so much venom that it nearly stunned her.

“Miss Y/L/N? What’s going on?” Her sweet Potions professor materialized behind her. Y/N felt a twinge in her gut at what she was about to say--if she followed through, he probably wouldn’t ever give her the scroll of recommendation she wanted. “Did you invite him?”

Oh well. Here goes.

She drew in a shaky breath. “Yes. He’s my...uh...date tonight.”

Ginny spun around and sent her a death glare that said oh you are so telling me about this right now.

Filch released his grip on Malfoy’s neck, shoving him forward into the crowd. Y/N met his eyes for a brief second, and the only emotion she could register was shock. And anger.

“Fine. Dumbledore will be hearing about this, though. And tell your date to stop breaking curfew in restricted areas.”

With that, the curtain fell back and Filch was gone, leaving Y/N in the throes of her own despair. Malfoy was just a few feet away from her now, standing in all his gloomy glory. And she’d just told everyone that he was her date.

The music started up again, the strings echoing around the still room. A few couples hesitantly started dancing again, and the roar of conversation slowly picked back up to where it left off. Y/N and Malfoy were the only ones not doing something...coupley.

“So,” said Malfoy. The sigh that followed was completely unreasonable. “I think you’re supposed to tell me to stop breaking curfew in restricted areas sometime soon.”

She gulped. “Yeah. That.”

He held out his hand, slow and gingerly like he was about to touch a hot stove. Y/N just gawked at it.

“We should probably dance. Or something. I don’t think you’re being a very believable date right now.”

Y/N grabbed his hand and let him pull her into the mess of couples. It felt like her mind had taken a complete vacation. What had happened? How had this night ended up this way? “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she started.

“Yeah, well, me neither.” He was practiced and comfortable as he guided her through the steps of whatever waltz was playing. Y/N never paid much attention when she was young to the dance lessons that her parents painstakingly put her through--and it was clear from how much she needed to depend on him. Her shoes didn’t help,

“Ginny is going to fucking kill me,” she said suddenly.

“You think?” he said, his tone flat. “Why’d you say I was your date? Were you that desperate for someone?”

“I…” The words died on her tongue as she tried to get them out. Malfoy spun her as she clung to the silk lapel of his suit, hanging on for dear life as her heels teetered. “You know why.”

If he had any strong thoughts on the matter, he didn’t let it show on his face. He simply let his gaze flicker down at her for a second before he dipped her. “You know, in my world we don’t really return favors. If I were you, I would stop trying to repay me. There’s no point.”

“There doesn’t need to be one. I just…”

“Just worry about yourself, okay? I don’t need you to be stirring up your own drama with fruitless attempts to pay me back. I’m perfectly capable on my own.”

“I’m not doubting how capable you are! I’m just being a fair person!”

“Nothing about any of this is fair,” he snipped. “It doesn’t matter what you do. You’re not going to set anything right. You should know better, anyways. You shouldn’t be trying to help me. I’m surprised Potter isn’t teaching you this.”

Y/N’s cheeks grew hot while the song slowly creaked to the end. “Malfoy--”

“I’m going to get us drinks.” He dropped her hand and was gone before another word could leave her lips.

It took Ginny no more than a minute to have her friend cornered in a quiet spot of the tent, her eyes glittering. “When were you going to tell me that you were going to ask Malfoy to be your date?”

“I didn’t,” Y/N told her. She decided that she might as well be truthful. “I just felt bad for him. Snape seemed like he was in a bad mood, and I don’t want to put him through that. I don’t want to put anyone through that.”

“Ugh, you are such a Hufflepuff,” her friend groaned. “I can’t believe you. You’re kind to a fault sometimes, you know.”

“What’s the harm, Gin?” asked Y/N. “He can’t hurt me. He’s not all that bad. He’s just a prat sometimes.”

“Can’t hurt you--oh, dear.” Ginny let out a shaky breath and ran her fingers through her hair, messing up the pinned portions. Y/N resisted the urge to cringe at the sight. “Hasn’t Harry told you? You need to stay away from Malfoy. He’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” increduled Y/N. “No way. He’s all bark, no bite. The worst thing he’s going to do is tell me that Hufflepuffs are stupid or something.”

“Y/N.” The intensity of Ginny’s voice made her snap to attention. “You really don’t know, do you? I can’t tell you now. But I’m sure Harry will later. Just...promise me you won’t let him get you alone? Ok? And please don’t do any other favors for him. You’ll understand later.”

They both turned at the sound of a male clearing his throat. Malfoy stood, uncomfortable and broody, carrying two goblets. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“No, not at all!” said Ginny, weirdly cheery. She leaned in, feigning to kiss Y/N’s cheek goodbye, but instead she whispered, “Don’t drink that.” And then she was gone.

“Trouble in paradise with Weaselette?” he asked.

She took the goblet and faked taking a sip. “Er, no. Why do you ask?”

“You look awfully pale, my dear.”

“It’s just the draft,” she told him, but in truth she knew that her face was suddenly flaming red again.

“Hm.” He, on the contrary, took a real, genuine sip out of his goblet. “Want to sit down somewhere? I’m thinking I probably going to want to get out of here soon.”

“To each their own,” responded Y/N. She was slowly becoming warier after Ginny’s speech. There’s no way he would...no...not after what he did for her. “I’m staying around until I get Slughorn to talk to me, personally. I want him to really like me.”

“That old bat? I’m sure he already likes you, if he’s inviting you here and all.”

“I don’t think he likes me, per se. I think he just likes who my family rubs elbows with.”

A rare smile stretched across Malfoy’s face, but it didn’t seem sweet. “Ah, I remember your family now. If I recall correctly, your mother used to come do fittings for my mother?”

“Um, yeah. I believe so.” Y/N attempted to smile back, but something in her felt...off. What didn’t she know about Malfoy? Was he actually capable of hurting her? Did he want to hurt her?

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome,” Malfoy said after a few beats of silence. “Unless you’d like to join my thrilling pursuits with breaking curfew in restricted areas, I’d better be off.”

“Malfoy…” Y/N started. She had no idea what else to tell him.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, sending her another one of those sly smiles that made her stomach turn. “Enjoy the rest of your night, alright?”

She made a sorry attempt to smile back. He kept looking down at her, so intently that it made her uncomfortable. He was thinking--about what, she couldn’t determine. But clearly it was something, and the gears were turning.

“May I suggest something?” His eyes glinted in the dim party lighting. Malfoy seemed to take her silence and wide-eyed stare as a yes, leaning in closer so quickly that she didn’t even have a chance to spring away.

“You’re supposed to swallow when you fake drinking something.”

He plucked the goblet out of her hand and took a sip, raising an eyebrow at her as if to say see?

Even long after he was gone, she could still feel his hot breath on her neck and hear the way his whispered voice sounded in her ear.

final a/n: hehe here i am 1 minute late!! probably later once i get all my links set up/copy paste all my tags but here it is! this is a TEASER! so remember that! i hope to get the real oneshot out sometime after i get wonders of ohio p 10 out. let me know if this is something you guys want to read/if you like this version of draco. i rlly want to write a flirtier draco because i think we could all use that right now

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I NEVER SAID FRIENDS

part thirty - i never said friends

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pairing - shota aizawa x gn!reader

genre - fluff, angst, humor

summary - it’s your first year teaching at u.a. high school and you would be lying to say you weren’t intimidated. school is months away from starting but principal nezu has taken it upon himself to set you up for success. all of the teachers will be helping you onboard but shouta aizawa has been assigned to be your mentor. he hates this but does he hate you? yes. will he stop hating you? maybe.

tws - pure fluff. mention of hotaka and mention of betrayal but very lightly.

a/n - thank you to my beta reader @freyafolkvangr! EEEE okay there is a lot but also make sure you read until the end because there’s more texts at the end and they are pretty great so make sure you read themmmm. also more author’s notes above the tag list.

The journey from your room to the little empty classroom that had become your private space with Shouta, well it felt like forever. Your heart felt like it was going to explode. Maybe you were blowing this out of proportion? I mean he had given you a lot of presents by now. He wouldn’t stop giving you presents. Usually, his surprises were presents, so that must be what it is, right? You rounded the hallway corner as you walked closer and closer to the classroom. What the two of you had initially thought was just an empty classroom, turned out to be the business law classroom. Explained why it was completely undecorated. Grab the doorknob. Just grab it. Your fingers hovered over it, scared of what was on the other side.

The door opened without you and you were met with a wide smile from Shouta. “Darling.” He pulled you in and gave you a kiss on the forehead before closing the door. The room was not covered in balloons or flowers or anything extravagant, this realization had you letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. The tables were cleared away from a small bench that faced the window which let in a lovely amount of natural light. You sat down when Sho motioned for you too and he joined you. “Breathe.” Hey! That’s your line. “I’m not proposing. I know that’s what you’re thinking.” You gave him a small nod. “You have me nervous. This is the first surprise you’re giving me in person.” His arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him as he gazed out the window.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Shouta started. “I love you. I am in love with you. Excessively so. I am deeply, madly, crazily in love with you, Y/N.” His eyes shifted from the window to you and the look on his face implied so many emotions. Love, kindness, happiness but also some sadness and fear. Your hand cupped his cheek, fingers brushing through his scruff. “I love you too, Sho. You’re going to make me cry. I never thought I’d even consider loving someone again but you’re just so stubborn.” His lips brushed against yours as he leaned his forehead against yours, not kissing you yet just staying there for a minute. You sniffled a little and he pulled back right away, immediately noticing a small teardrop forming in your eye. He quickly reached up to hold your face and wipe it away with his thumb. “Darling…I didn’t mean to make you cry…I-“ You shook your head as it rested in his hand. “Good tears, Sho.”

The two of you sat there looking out the window for a while, just appreciating the silence with each other. The sun was setting outside and the pinkish-purple glow was coloring the room. Shouta took a deep breath and you looked over at him, he looked even more nervous than before. “There’s something else I need to say. So please let me talk. I just need to get the words out of my head.” You gave him a small smile and a nod, so he continued. “I knew I was pretty much doomed since we met. It only took a week or so before I had a crush on you and I don’t think I’ve ever actually had a real crush before.” Both of you chuckled at that. “When you told me about…. when you told me about Hotaka. When you told me what an idiot I was… and I said all of that. I meant every single word of it. The person you spend the rest of your life with will be the luckiest person on this planet.” He reached out and took both of your hands in his, pulling them to his lips and giving them little kisses.

“With you, I’ve smiled more, laughed more, opened myself up like I haven’t in a very long time. I didn’t think anyone would be able to give me that. There you came into my life and it was like…you had been here all along. You make everything better.” His hands released yours as he moved to grab something out of his pocket. A small box. “I can’t imagine a future where I’m not spending the rest of my life with you. I know that right now isn’t the time to be discussing marriage but I want you to know I’m not going anywhere.” The box opened and showed two matching rings. They were clear with little pieces of something black and lines of sparkling gold. “I was looking for something to show that and I discovered what is called a promise ring. A promise that I am committed to you even if we aren’t ready for those steps.” His fingers picked up one of the rings and showed it to you. “I had them specially made. There are petals from the roses I gave you inside them. Now they will really last forever, just like my love for you. I promise to you that I will never stop loving you, Y/N. You have trusted me with your heart and I would sooner die than betray that trust. We will have moments of struggle and moments where we might fight but I will never stop loving you.”

Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion and you could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips as you reached out for the other ring and took it from the box, holding it up to his hand. “Shouta, I came to U.A. because I hoped that I would get a fresh start. I brought all of my trust issues and fears with me, though. I tried so hard to not love you. I fought it because I didn’t want to be hurt again. I didn’t want it to be real because I was scared. I’m not scared anymore.” You took his hand and slipped the ring onto his finger. “Shouta Aizawa, I promise that I will never stop loving you. If you will love me forever, I will love you forever and a day. I’ve never loved somebody the way I love you and I never will.” Shouta took your finger and slipped your ring onto it.

As you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss he paused before leaning in to kiss you. “I love you, Y/N. God, it feels good to say it out loud.” He was in love with the laugh that fell from your lips. “I love you too, Shouta. Now can I kiss my darling?”

Your lips crashed together with so much feeling that another tear rolled down your cheek. As he held you in his arms, you knew that you would never have to worry about getting your heart broken again. You had found the one. The one. The one you would spend your entire life with. You never wanted to leave this embrace, this kiss, and you never had to. You would never be alone again.

a/n - i wanted to say thank you to everyone who has read and hopefully enjoyed “i never said friends” this was definitely a labor of love. it’s my first full and completed fic in more than a decade and it’s my first smau. i hope you enjoyed this ending. there will be some more posts as they come to me and there will be an ending with tai soon. i’ll be doing routes for each character and a poly route depending who you ship most. also the ring would look similar to this because i feel like that can be gender neutral depending on preferred thickness and they could both wear well. but with the petals instead of the smokiness.

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