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evansbby · 2 years

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𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, slightly dark, intoxication, mentions of alcohol, daddy!kink, humping, dry humping, dirty talk, dumbification, dubcon.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You try your hardest to seduce your daddy, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of you when you’re drunk...

𝐀/𝐍: Surprise? idek. enjoy. but read the warnings first, please.

“I’m fine, Ari! Leave me alone, I’m having fun with my friends!” You slur, pushing your boyfriend away with what you think is a hard shove but seems more like a feeble touch because Ari’s burly frame doesn’t seem to budge an inch. Whatever, you think to yourself, rolling your eyes before you try and make your escape; maybe if you run into the crowd of writhing bodies, you’ll lose him.

But his firm grip on your elbow lets you know that you won’t get very far.

“Princess, that’s enough. You’re too drunk, let me take you home.” Ari’s voice is velvety soft yet deep, and you hate the effect it has on you even when you’re standing in the middle of a crowded nightclub, the blood in your veins pounding with about eight shots of alcohol plus cocktails. Hair a mess, limbs sweaty and the strap of your dress stubbornly slipping down your shoulder – you know you’re a mess.

But who cares?

“Fuck you, Ari. You’re ruining girls’ night! Nobody asked you to come!” You wouldn’t usually be so outright rude to your boyfriend, but the alcohol in your system is making you bolder, friskier. You’d even allowed a few lucky strangers to grind on you on the dancefloor before your boyfriend had suddenly appeared, clad in a tight blue shirt and denim jeans that made him look even yummier than usual. But the stern look on his face had you pouting in next to no time.

Ari drags you away from the crowds, to a quieter and more secluded corner of the club. His large hand pressing into your lower back as he guides you through the dancing bodies, and every so often he grips the material of your dress, tugging it down to cover your ass more.

“Your friends called me.” He says bluntly, caging you between his body and the wall, “Said you might need to go home and they didn’t want to send you back in an Uber by yourself.”

You sniff. “Go home, Ari. I’ll get an Uber back later.” You try to shove past him again but to no avail.

“Like hell you will. No fucking Uber driver is getting an eyeful of you tonight.” He growls, “In fact, no other man is. You’re coming home now. Let’s go.”

No amount of screaming, crying, or digging your heels into the floor deters Ari. He’s determined, an iron grip on your upper arm as he drags you out of the club, practically hauling you up the stairs and out on to the street.

“Help me!” You screech at the club bouncer, “My boyfriend’s being a total dick and the biggest party-pooper on earth! Please help!” You try and wriggle out of Ari’s muscular grasp, teetering on your heels on the pavement in what must look like the most ridiculous spectacle.

The bouncer rolls his eyes before tipping his hat at Ari, “Hope you get her home safe, Levinson.”

“Will do, Lloyd. Thanks for keeping an eye out for her.”

Your jaw drops open, looking angrily from Ari to this Lloyd and then back to Ari again, “Why the fuck do you literally know everyone?!”

Ari smirks, running his free hand through his hair. His beautiful long brown hair that curls into his neck, hair that smells so good and feels so soft to play with and twine your fingers round. But right now, you feel like pulling it off his scalp in frustration – how dare he ruin your night?

“And how dare you ask random bouncers to keep an eye on me!” You yell, “I’m not a child, Ari! You don’t need to have people babysitting me while I’m on a night out!”

“You’re certainly acting like a child right now, princess.” It’s infuriating you how calm Ari’s being right now – when he’s completely ruined girls’ night and is currently escorting you home as if you’re a toddler. His tone is light-hearted, but it’s tinged with a warning edge that you really want to ignore, “And don’t act like I’m the villain here – you’re about one sip of a drink away from passing out, you’re lucky I came to get you when I did.”

“I can handle myself just fine!” You hiss, still trying to tug out of his grasp, “Just because you’re an old man who never goes out, doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be like that too. My alcohol tolerance is actually very high, so I would’ve been just fine, thank you very much!” It doesn’t help your case that you slur your words and hiccup, but nevertheless.

“Watch it, princess.” Ari warns, tone dropping to a low baritone that has you subconsciously pressing your thighs together, “I’ve been very lenient with you tonight. First, I was nice enough to give you permission to go out with your little friends and what do you do? You put on this tiny dress which leaves nothing to the imagination – I’m sure those horny boys in the club enjoyed that.”

He clicks his teeth in disapproval, his brows furrowed, “But I let it go, let you leave the house dressed like that because I felt like being nice. And I’m being nice right now, driving up here in the middle of the night to come get you before you get so drunk you embarrass yourself, and how do you repay me? By being a little brat for everyone to see. And you know what happens to little brats, don’t you?”

Fuck him and his condescending ass, telling you off like you’re a child!

You jut your chin out and look him dead in the eye, “Fuck off, Ari. Don’t need you or your boring ass lectures. You ruin all the fun and I hate you!”

Okay. So maybe alcohol makes you act like a bit of a bitch, but it doesn’t prepare you for Ari stopping dead in his tracks, his blue eyes narrowing and bearded jaw tensing. You barely have time to register what’s happening before he’s scooped you up and slung you over his shoulder, right there in the parking lot in front of everyone.

“LET ME GO!” You screech immediately, pounding at his back despite all the alarming stares from strangers surrounding the two of you. Your punches to his back seem to be affecting him about as much as a feeble fly but you continue nonetheless, “I’m serious, Ari! Let me go right now!”

SMACK.

The sound of Ari’s palm slapping against your ass is loud and clear, resonating across the parking lot. And despite your drunkenness, you’re happy that you’re currently upside down over his shoulder with your hair hanging over your face and shielding you from all the looks you’re probably getting.

“You best shut your mouth if you know what’s good for you.” You wonder how he manages to sound so cool, calm, collected – so velvety smooth and in control as he casually walks down the pavement with you slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You cease your struggling – but only because you’re tired now, not because he told you to.

You only decide to open your mouth again once he’s dumped you unceremoniously onto the backseat of his car, slamming the door before making his way round to the driving seat.

“You’re the worst and most meanest boyfriend ever, you know that?” You sit up clumsily, not caring that your dress has ridden up and your black lacy panties are now clearly visible, “Other boyfriends aren’t as strict and horrible as you! You just don’t want me to have any fun, an’ I hate you!”

“Keep talking, honey. You and I both know you’re in for it when we get home.” Ari says drily as he begins to drive.

You seethe at his casual tone, “No fucking way! I’m gonna sneak out again once we get home, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

“Thanks for informing me of your secret plans, sweetie. I’ll be sure to lock all the doors and have the security cameras on.” Ari answers sweetly and you scowl. He’s irritating you with his charm peaking through his sternness, and his insistence on calling you ‘honey’ and ‘sweetie’ and ‘princess’ – and you try to ignore the throb between your legs when he does it.

You pout the whole journey home, and you pout even more when Ari decides to sling you over his shoulder again, carrying you up the steps to the porch, through the door and into the house you share with him. And you’re still pouting when he sets you down on the kitchen island, unable to help it when you shoot him the dirtiest look you can muster up in your drunken state.

“How does it feel to ruin girls’ night, Ari?”

He snorts, “Feels pretty damn good, sweetie, now that I know you’re safe inside the house and away from all those horny college boys.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“I am. Specially with you in that fucking dress. Can’t believe I let you go out in public like that. Next time, you only dress like that for your daddy’s eyes, got that?” He’s moving around the kitchen, filling up a glass of water for you before he finds his way between your swinging legs, holding the glass up to your lips, “Drink.”

There’s something about the stern look in his eyes, the way his jaw clenches and unclenches, the way he’s so firm, holding the back of your neck with one hand and the glass with the other, commanding you silently with his actions to do exactly as he tells you. God, he makes you feral for him despite barely doing anything, and you can’t help but obey, obediently sipping the water before a wave of thirst overtakes you and you gulp it all down, spilling a whole lot of liquid down your front.

“Messy baby,” Ari murmurs, watching closely as the water soaks through your dress. And it was already indecent before, but now the dress is see-through, and his eyes grow dark very quickly, “How can I trust you to go out by yourself, when you can’t even drink your water without making a mess?”

“Was doing just fine till you came,” You mumble, averting your gaze because yes – whilst alcohol does bring out your bratty side, being in such close proximity with Ari while he’s looking and talking so intensely has you feeling some type of way. You clench your thighs together for the fifth time that night, hoping you aren’t being too obvious about it.

“Just fine, huh?” He picks you up again, this time holding you by the waist as you instinctively wrap your arms and legs around him, oblivious to how your dress rides up but not oblivious to how your panty-clad pussy rubs against his toned abs through his shirt. “Slurring your words, tripping everywhere, cursing up a storm, that doesn’t sound like my good little girl, does it?”

“Sometimes I like being bad.”

That makes Ari chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of your head when you finally relax against him, allowing him to carry you up to your shared bedroom. And okay, maybe he isn’t the world’s worst and meanest boyfriend… In fact, through your drunken gaze, he’s looking extra hot and virile at the moment. Chocolate brown hair so luscious and grabbable, blue eyes dark and how is it possible for his skin to be tan yet flush so prettily at the same time?

His beard’s thick as always, and you can’t help but bring your hand up to touch it, stroke it, just feel him. God, he’s so hot. So big and muscular and handsome and hot. Why were you mad at him again? Suddenly, the fact that he brought you back home from the icky club and straight into his arms has you feeling a bit of thanks and a lot of lust.

Just like that.

“And look, you even scuffed up your knee. You must’ve fallen over, baby.” Ari sets you down on the bed and frowns. You sit back quietly, swinging your heel clad feet down the edge of the bed as he rummages through his bedside drawer. Finding the alcohol swabs and Band-Aids, his fingers wrap around your ankle and pull you easily, dragging you along the mattress till you’re sat right in front of him, and he takes a seat beside you.

“You need to be more careful, honey. Drinking so much means you lose control of yourself – and that’s dangerous, especially when your daddy’s not there to protect you. Your friends can only do so much, you know. At the end of the day, you need a man to protect you, baby. You’re lucky I got there when I did.”

Ari’s gentle, condescending tone is riling you up more and more. You watch as he silently dabs your knee with the medicated swab. And of course, it stings but the alcohol in your system has you taking it like a champ. You bite your lip when he places the Hello Kitty Band-Aid over your scrape, patting your leg when it’s all done.

“Sorry I yelled at you and hit you and called you mean, daddy.” You say it softly, hoping he’ll make his move soon and start kissing you and touching you because your body can’t take it anymore. You want him so bad that your pussy’s actually hurting now as it throbs incessantly between your legs.

“That’s alright, princess. You’re drunk. Get a good night’s rest tonight and you’ll be feeling good as new tomorrow.” The older man pats your head before getting to his feet once more. “Raise your hands up in the air for me, baby. Mmhm, just like that. You’re being such a good girl now.”

He unzips your dress and pulls it up off your body, throwing it somewhere behind him and looking at you with a mix of adoration and something else. Something carnal. The same carnality you feel as you look up at him, standing there in his casual clothes – his shirt slightly tight against his beefy frame, the material covered in grease because he was no doubt working on his car before your friends had called him to come pick you up.

But then he frowns, “You’re not wearing a bra.”

You shrug, “The straps would’ve shown.”

He sighs, hands resting on his hips in that way that he does when he’s annoyed, “I’m trying very hard to be forgiving here, princess.”

“Well, good thing you’re such a generous person!” You giggle, making grabby hands at him before getting on your knees and throwing your arms around his neck. Or you try to, but he’s way too tall, so they end up around his waist instead.

Ari just watches you in your drunken stupor as you try to climb up his body, attempting to stand up on the bed so you can be face to face with him. Except this proves to be a dumb idea because you’re still in your heels and it takes about a nanosecond for you to fall over, toppling onto him in a fit of giggles, pressing your palms against his chest to steady yourself whilst his own hands naturally rest against your hips, giving them a squeeze.

“How have you gone from bratty to playful in such a short period of time, huh?” He chucks you under your chin, making you giggle even more until you suddenly get distracted by his lips. His plump, pink, beautiful lips that just seem to be begging for a kiss. So that’s exactly what you give him.

He kisses you back at first, slowly and in that way that only he knows how to, his tongue lapping against yours sweetly, gaining entrance into your mouth and swiping at you whilst his lips work against yours, guiding you gently whilst your own kisses are drunken and sloppy just like you. Oh, you would kiss him forever if you could; his mouth is making heat bloom in the pits of your tummy, making you feel those butterflies that you only feel with him.

Ari pulls away when you moan into his mouth, clutching at him and pulling him closer whilst he holds you at bay.

“That’s enough, honey. You need to go to sleep.”

You pout, “No, daddy. Wanna play.”

He cocks a brow, “You wanna play, huh? Play with the meanest boyfriend in the world?”

“Hey! Already said I was sorry for sayin’ that! Didn’t mean to, daddy. Sometimes I can’t help what I say.” You try to kiss him again, pulling him flush against you, hoping he’ll get the hint and fall on the bed on top of you, rip your panties off and stuff you full of his thick fingers. Usually, he has to work you up to two fingers or more, and his cock is a different story altogether. But you’re so extra super wet right now, you’re sure you can take him.

“Daddy, please,” You whimper, realising your own thoughts have riled you up, “Want you so bad.”

Ari pulls away from you, running a hand through his hair again – and you know he does that when he’s worked up and that makes you smirk inwardly – or at least you think you’ve smiled inwardly – because that means he’s horny too! He wants you too!

“Sorry, princess. Not tonight. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I took advantage of you while you’re drunk?”

“A good one! A great one!” You whine as he makes his way over to his closet, pulling out one of his old t shirts – it’s your favourite one, sky blue and seems to always smell like him no matter how many times he puts it in the wash. “Ariiiii, please! Don’t be so mean!”

“There you go again, calling me mean. As if I’m not taking care of you right now.” Ari tuts, again motioning for you to raise your hands in the air before pulling his shirt down over your body. And you love how comfy you feel in it, the hem of it resting almost at your knees with how long it is. “There we go, honey. Isn’t that nice and comfy? Now scurry into bed like a good little girl. I’ll keep a glass of water and some painkillers on the bedside table for when you wake up tomorrow.”

“But I’m not even tired right now!” You protest, but it falls on deaf ears. And what’s even worse is that Ari doesn’t even stick around to cuddle with you in bed, instead slipping your heels off your feet, tucking you in and switching off the lights, a quick ‘goodnight, honey’ and then he’s gone, leaving you very awake and very fuming.

And also very horny.

It takes you about two seconds to make a decision about what you’re going to do next. Jumping up with renewed energy, you stumble out of the room. You can hear the soft blaring of the TV downstairs, and you huff to yourself because how could Ari choose watching TV over being in bed with you? Insanity.

You slip out of Ari’s shirt as well as your panties before leaving the room completely naked. Because how could Ari resist you now? How could he ignore you now when you’re drunk and naked and at your most vulnerable? He’s a man after all, you think wickedly, as you skip unsteadily down the stairs.

“Hi, daddy.” You say softly, trying your best to sound seductive as you step in front of the armchair Ari’s sitting on, the light from the television glowing around you like a halo. And Ari looks bewildered for a second, before his handsome face morphs into that same carnal look from earlier, his eyes narrowing and jaw tensing, hands fisting up as he looks you up and down.

“What’re you doing down here?” His voice sounds oddly thick as you climb up on his lap, sitting yourself down on his knee, loving how the material of his jeans feels against your bare cunt.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You answer easily, “Scary up there without you, daddy. An’ you left me all alone, so I missed you.”

“Missed me, huh?” Ari’s arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer, till your hard nipples are flush against his chest and your face is inches away from his, his beard tickling your jaw and his nose nipping against your cheek as he inhales softly, “And how do you want to explain the fact that you’re naked?”

“I felt hot.”

“You are hot,” Ari suddenly growls, his willpower so clearly wearing thin when he jerks you forward, mouth latching onto your nipple with red-hot desire, suckling deeply whilst his hands freely explore your body like he owns it – which he does. Squeezing your breast, slipping down to slap your ass, pulling your hair to bring you closer to him – he does it all within about five seconds before forcibly pulling away.

“Fuck, baby. You love torturing your daddy, don’t you?” He says almost helplessly, his hair now messily flopping over his forehead and eyes sparkling with a darkness and heat that has your own core throbbing with need. You grab his hand, bringing it between your legs and pressing it against your bare pussy.

“Take advantage of me, daddy.” You whisper, “Not even that drunk anymore, so it’ll be fine. Just do it. Please, daddy. Need you so bad. Need my big, strong daddy to take care of me, show me who’s boss. Punish me for being such a brat at the club, for calling you mean and throwin’ a tantrum. Need you so bad, daddy. I’ll let you do anything to me. Whatever you want. Just want you so bad.”

With hooded eyes and slightly blurred vision, you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly, gazing at you with such unabashed desire that it makes you want to spontaneously combust. “Princess,” He says slowly, in an almost pained tone, “You better stop this right now.”

“I know you wanna fuck me, daddy.” You whisper lewdly, licking the shell of his ear and loving how his breath hitches in his throat. You love moments like this; these fleeting and rare moments where you’re kind of in control. You start rocking against his hand, holding it tightly in place against your pussy and moaning out loud when your clit grazes against his open palm again and again.

“Doesn’t my pussy feel so good against your hand? Isn’t it so small and wet and tight for you, daddy?” Your lips are sponging hot kisses on his cheek, his jaw, his beard, his lips, his neck, just anywhere you can reach.

“You’re playing with fire, princess. You won’t like how this ends.” There’s warning in Ari’s tone, but there’s also contained lust which you can detect despite being drunk. And he makes no move to remove his hand from between your legs, allowing you – for the time being – to rut against him, and lose yourself in the pleasure when you’re meant to be seducing him.

“Feels so good, so, so good, daddy!” You whimper, trying to catch his lips in a kiss but he moves his head to the side, instead just watching the scene play out of you riding his hand, “Ah! Would be better if you slapped my pussy, daddy. Please, could you? I know it would feel so, so good. Do it, daddy, for your little baby? Slap my pussy, make it hurt, wanna feel you – AH!”

Ari strikes your pussy hard with his open hand, the squelching slap resounding across the whole room and you throw your head back and moan as if you’re in a porno. You can’t help it – he’s doing the bare minimum but it just feels so good, just too good.

“Bad girl!” He hisses, slapping your clit again and making you bounce up on his lap, jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins, down your legs and in the pit of your belly, swirling sparks that link up – ready to explode but you squirm in his lap because you need more, more, more. “Trying to seduce your daddy and demand pleasure, huh? You know that’s not how it works, baby.”

“N-Need your fingers!” You wail, plainly ignoring anything he’s saying because his hand feels so good, “Need my daddy’s fingers inside me. Or maybe your cock? Feel so empty without you inside me, daddy. Not fair! ‘s not fair at all!”

It’s with feral energy that you reach down to grab at his crotch, his cock straining painfully against the denim of his jeans. Oh, you just want to relieve him of that pain, undo his fly and pull him out, your mouth watering at how hard and thick and angry and red his cock must be. But you’re pulled from your stupor by his free hand slapping yours away.

“How fucking cockdrunk are you, princess?” Ari asks scornfully, and now you know he’s switched from gentle, kind and caring daddy to mean and rough daddy – which is exactly who you’re craving tonight. “Trying to be sneaky and take my dick out, huh? What did you think you were gonna do, stupid baby? Try and fuck yourself on me? In the state you’re in?”

“Please, just fuck me, daddy! Need you so bad. I’ll die if you don’t put your dick inside me right now!” You’ve worked yourself up so much, rocking and humping deliriously against his palm, your clit engorged and throbbing, your pussy leaking down your thighs and dripping onto his jeans – all for him.

Ari pinches your nipple cruelly, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger before drawing his hand back and slapping your breast. Once, twice, three times till you’re howling in a delicate mix of pain and pleasure, the sensations mingling together so deliciously that you’re seeing stars.

“You’re a fucking naughty, dumb little baby,” He taunts, “Working yourself up on daddy’s hand, all without permission. Think you’ll get whatever you want if you beg prettily enough, do you? Is that what you think, huh? Is it?” He pinches your clit, and a new burst of pleasure blooms from within you. God, he’s playing your body like a guitar, plucking and strumming in all the right places yet not doing enough…

“Just the tip!” You beg, trying to grab at his dick again, pressing your palm against it and hoping you can entice him into taking it out of his jeans, “Just the tip, daddy, I promise! Just put the tip inside me, it’ll feel so good! Your little baby pussy is crying for daddy’s dick, an’ it’ll feel so tight an’ good, I promise!” Your garbling nonsense, words jumbling up and falling out of your mouth without a second thought, but you can’t help it, you want him so badly.

“You want daddy to fuck you, huh?” Ari licks his lips, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit with one hand, using the other hand to guide your hips and make you bounce on him harder. “Needy little baby, daddy’s bratty little girl wants to get fucked like a whore, huh? After you spent all night being mouthy, now you think you can just get what you want?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You’re so close, his dirty talk playing in perfectly in time with the rock of your hips against his hand, and it finally feels like it’s not just you, that he’s finally giving in as his hand meets your thrusts. And you’re so close, so fucking close that you can see the stars that are about to explode behind your eyes, you can almost taste them…

Ari removes his hand, ceasing all movement and leaning back against his armchair, a smug look on his face when you blink up at him in a mixture of dismay, anger and trepidation.

“Oh, you thought I’d let you cum?” He’s too casual about it, smirking down at you as he brings his hand up to his mouth. His hand which is completely glistening, coated with your cream, the slickness of your arousal for him. And he closes his eyes and moans as he licks it all up, his boner digging against your ass almost as obnoxiously as the show he’s putting on is. “Why, princess, letting you cum would mean that I took advantage of you! And we wouldn’t want that, would we? Not when you’re so drunk.”

“P-Put your hand back!” You order him feebly, trying to tug it back between your legs but he’s so much stronger than you, and only laughs at your attempts.

“Now you’re ordering me around too? Wow baby, you have no idea the punishment you’re in for tomorrow,” Ari whistles lowly, before promptly standing up and gathering you in his arms. You feel the throbbing in between your legs increase about tenfold, like your pussy is genuinely crying from the sudden neglect. It makes you want to burst into tears too, how could he be so mean?

“How can you be so mean?” You hiccup.

“Oh, honey, you have no idea how truly mean I can be. But you’ll find out tomorrow.” Ari begins to carry you upstairs for the second time that night, “Hangover or not, I don’t give a fuck. Tomorrow, I’ll make sure you can’t walk, and maybe then you’ll have time to reflect on all the bad things you did today.”

A/N: NOT ME COMING IN WITH A SURPRISE ARI FIC. Tbh I just started writing this for fun and then somehow within an hour or so, this was the result. I hope you guys enjoyed it, hopefully the reader’s punishment tomorrow won’t be too harsh, haha! Please, please, please leave feedback and tell me what you think! And tag anyone whom you think will enjoy this! THANK YOU AND ILY.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #steve rogers #mcu #chris evans fanfiction #dark ari levinson

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iliketangerines · 1 month

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Hello, I was wondering if I could request a lord Raiden x amab reader scenario along the lines of mk 11 Johnny Cages bachelor party and him and the other defenders of earthrealm go to a 👀 club. Lord Raiden, after being playfully bullied into going catches eyes for one of the dancers, and antics follow...

I absolutely adore your writing and hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night <3

a siren to you

a/n: okay, so i might've lowkey forgot about the amab part, but lord raiden still fucks you either way so

pairing: lord raiden x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), blowjobs, cowboy

Lord Raiden sits at one of the tables, dressed in something he has never really worn but much more comfortable than his usual uniform

Johnny had somehow managed to convince him to come to the strip club for his bachelor party, and he feels nervous

he had never spent time at any establishment like this before, had never had the need to go to one, and now he was here while the others sit around him

he sips on a fruity drink, not really wanting to drink any alcohol, you never knew when enemies might show up, but Johnny was thoroughly drunk

he was laughing loudly, gushing about Sonya Blade and how beautiful and perfect she was to Jax, who pats his back and records a video of Johnny drunkenly telling a stranger about his fiance

Raiden looks to the stage in the middle, watching the dancers go and do their moves on the pole, but he doesn’t really have an interest in the sparkles and scandalous thongs

Raiden continues to just observe the bar, trying to seem normal, although it was hard with his broad and tall frame, but no one really seemed to care thankfully enough

he reaches for his hat to tilt it down, but his hand passes through the air

he remembers that his uniform is gone, his white hair tied up into a neat bun and sunglasses perched along his nose to hide his glowing eyes

he sighs and opts to pinch the bridge of his nose as someone loudly announces the next person to come on, and Raiden lazily brings his attention to the stage

you emerge from the curtains, hips swaying back and forth as you circle around the pole, blowing kisses to the crowd and winking at them

Raiden feels himself flush, unsure as to the reason why, and he pulls at the neck of his shirt as he watches you start your routine

it’s a flash of legs and your barely clothed crotch, and you stick out your tongue and your ass every so often for the crowd, money flying up onto the stage every time you do so

he can see you smile and laugh, and as the music changes you prance off the stage, walking through the tables and tilting the chin up of several people, teasing them with your touch

you approach him, eyes glancing up and down his figure, and you do the same to him, tracing his jawline with your fingers

Raiden feels his heart thump in his chest and a slight flush creep up his neck as you do so, but you sit down on his lap, the crowd cheering loudly as you grind your hips into his lap

his hands twitch by his sides, unsure if he should hold onto your hips, and you give him a lap dance, grinding yourself into his lap before standing up and pushing your chest into his face and walking around his chair

Raiden isn’t sure of how to react, but he can feel his cock hardening underneath his pants and his hands clench, wanting to hold onto you

you get so close to kissing him, and he’s sure that you can feel how his cock presses into your crotch through his pants when you sit on his lap again

but all you do is wink and smile at him as you get off him and go back to the stage, twirling and spinning on the pole a few more times, spreading your legs wide

Raiden wants to be in between them, he’s sure of that, and he watches your hips sway as you gather the money on stage and leave

he puts a hand to the back of his mouth, trying to control him, and he abruptly stands up to leave, needing to calm himself down

he bids a farewell to Johnny, telling him to not go too hard, before leaving and breathing in the cold night air of the city

he walks into the alleyway, intent on disappearing in a flash of lightning, but he finds you in the alleway, dressed in a coat taking a drag of a cigarette

he freezes in the entrance, and you glance at him, tensing up as Raiden stands dumbfounded in the entrance, unsure of what to do

he backs up and puts his hands up, apologizing for bothering you, and he leaves, walking to a different secluded part of the street to disappear and return to his home

he takes off his sunglasses and takes his hair down from the bun, letting the strands frame his face as he lays in his bed

he’s never really used it before, not needing to sleep as a god

but still, he buries himself into the sheets, fingers carding through his hair as his other hand dips down below his waistband to pump at his cock

he strokes himself, groaning at the image of you in his head, and he swipes his thumb over the tip, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft

he hadn’t done this in decades, never really feeling the need to have a prtner, and yet you had awoken something inside of him that needed to be satiated

he pants into the air, pressing the back of his hand into his face as he pumps himself faster to the thought of you

how your lips would stretch around his cock, how you would hum and moan as he fucks into your face, how your lipstick would smear around him

you were so much smaller compared to him, and he would ruin you, possibly lose control of himself

his mind flashes with the image of you tearing up as you take him all the way down your throat, gagging and choking as his length presses heavy into your tongue

Raiden lets out a grunt at the image in his hand, and he imagine how you would look on top of him, riding him as you tease him

you would trail your nails down his body as you ride him slowly, teasing him as he moans for more, and you would coo at him

he would beg for me, for you to go faster, do anything, and you would just smile at him as you grind down onto his thick cock

but finally, you would let up and fuck him properly, slamming your hips down onto his as you bounced on his cock, and Raiden would be reduced down to a whimpering mess

Raiden grunts as he cums into his hand, pumping himself until he’s finished his high, and he stares up into the ceiling panting as he thinks of you

would you be sweet? cruel? teasing? Raiden wants to know

he cover his face with the back of his palm, face flushing at the memory of you grinding against him in the club

he’s back at the club the next week

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 4 months

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Giant moon goddess in one piece?

-It was an unusually calm night, there was no wind, and no waves, the Sunny was completely still under the bright moonlight. But that just made for perfect conditions for a drinking party!

-Plenty of drinks and booze, music, dancing and just having fun, the Straw Hats were enjoying themselves, having a rare calm moment.

-A large shooting star streaked across the sky and they all called out in amazement before calling out their various wishes, money, more food, more drink, adventures, cotton candy, and more.

-They weren’t expecting the start to suddenly change course, turning sharply and charged towards them, making many of them scream out in fear.

-The star hit hard into the ocean before them, causing a massive wave to hit the ship, one that nearly had it tipping over if it hadn’t been for Franky’s failsafe, to keep it from tipping.

-Luffy ran to the edge of the ship, seeing the bright glow under the waves, and his eyes widened as it got closer and closer, as if it was surfacing.

-A large pair of hands, ones that seemed to be even more massive than the largest giant, Oars, picked up the ship, to keep it from rocking as a massive figure emerged from the water.

-Long flowing hair that seemed to shine like the moon itself, dark colored eyes that looked to house stars, and a soft, sweet smile against milky white skin- you were stunning.

-Gaping mouths and wide eyes were all that you had seen across the ship as you smiled, lowering it back into the water as you shrunk down, “Forgive me if I startled you- I heard you all calling out and I thought you were calling out to me.”

-Brook immediately bowed at the waist, in awe of you, “May I see your panties?!” before several of them whacked him on the head, disciplining him.

-You didn’t seem bothered, lowering yourself a bit more as Sanji had hearts for eyes, telling you how beautiful you were, as Luffy had stars for eyes, “Who are you?!”

-His enthusiasm was refreshing, and it made you smile, “My name is Y/N- I am a moon goddess.” They all seemed stunned at your words, as they had dealt with ‘gods’ before, but there was something different about you- something ethereal, unearthly.

-Jinbei, being well versed, gave you a toothy grin, “I often heard tales about how a moon goddess could be seen on calm nights. Seems like it’s not a tale after all!”

-You smiled softly, giving him a small nod, “You are correct young one, I like to spread my wings and fly on clear nights, as I like how the sparkling lights dance on the calm waters below.”

-Jinbei seemed a bit flustered, being called young one, as if he were a child, but if you were a moon goddess, you were way older than he was.

-The Straw Hats welcomed you to their party, despite not being able to accommodate you for food or drink, but you didn’t mind- you just enjoyed being included.

-Zoro and Sanji showed off for you, using their combat skills to fight one another, at least until it got serious and Nami had to punch them, sending them both to the ground, “Knock it off!!”

-Chopper was initially scared of you, since you were so large, but he quickly learned that you were very gentle and kind, despite your massive size.

-Robin and Franky both asked you questions, mostly about the past, wanting to know if you had seen technology and civilizations of the past, “I have seen many things come and go- as much as it pains me to say but nothing lasts forever. But I always enjoy watching you humans build and discover- it’s never the same each time.”

-Usopp was bragging to you, trying to make himself feel big in your eyes, but he didn’t need to, as you found him amusing on his own.

-Luffy was so warm, so welcoming, there was something about him, something special but also familiar. A flash of someone crossed your mind for a moment, a bright smile on his face and your eyes softened, happy to feel his warmth once again.

-As the moon began to set and sun began to rise you rose out of the water, showing your long flowing dress that looked to be black with jewels littering it, almost like the night sky, “My time is coming for us to say goodbye until we meet again.”

-They all cheered up at you, calling out to you, thanking you for the evening and you smiled softly, “And thank you all. It was nice to meet new friends, as well as an old one.” As you said this, you looked at Luffy, who was confused, wondering what you had meant.

-You parted with another smile, floating up before taking off into the sky, rejoining the stars before streaking across the sky once more, like a shooting star.

-They all looked at Luffy, wondering if he knew what you meant by an old friend. His hands came to his hips, a big smile on his face as he laughed warmly. They all smiled, a bit exasperated with their captain, it seemed only he knew the secret, for now.

#one piece #luffy #zoro #sanji #nami #usopp #chopper #robin #franky #jinbei #brook

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jadedrrose · 10 months

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For the 800 followers (congratulations btw!)

Can I get 12 with Law please? Maybe with a straw hat fem reader not wanting to deal with drunken crew having a party on Zou?

“Wanna Sneak Out Of Here?”

Tysm!! I’ll be honest, I got really carried away with this request. I genuinely think this is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written lol. So I hope you love it too!! <3

Warnings: I don’t think I used pronouns but it’s still kinda implied it’s fem reader. Totally sfw!

Since your arrival on the giant elephant where the Minks lived, it was nothing but chaos. Now, that was to be expected with your crew, but you really just needed a break after the events of Dressrosa.

And of course, to nobody’s surprise, when Cat Viper had suggested having a banquet, your captain jumped at the chance to have one. You could only hope that nobody would drag you off to dance or get drunk with them, though. That thought replayed in your mind, as you watched the Minks, your crew and Law’s crew all interact. Please nobody bother me… was the wishful thought you kept thinking.

Nami briefly came over to where you sat under a tree, tilting her head to the side with a semi-sour look on her face. “What’s the matter y/n? Normally you like banquets.”

You brought a hand to your forehead, rubbing it as though that could help the headache all the noise was giving you. “I just feel like shit since Dressrosa… sorry,” you explained, giving Nami an apologetic look. She was your best friend, therefore you two always had the most fun together during banquets.

“I swear, those boys,” she scoffed, blaming your exhaustion on them. It was partially true, anyway. “Always getting so rowdy… I’ll tell them to leave you alone. Maybe you should go rest?” Nami suggested.

“Yeah, I think I will. Not now, though.” You agreed, pausing after the latter half of your sentence.

“Why’s that?” Nami asked.

“The banquet started barely an hour ago. Don’t wanna leave too early, haha,” you added a lighthearted laugh so that Nami would know you’re not in too much pain.

“I see. Well, I’ll talk to you later, k?” She smiled down at you.

“Mhm. Bye,” you waved her off as Nami skipped away, going to bother Usopp next.

You continued to sit alone underneath the tree for what felt like hours. But realistically, you guessed that only thirty minutes had passed. You watched as Luffy and Chopper did their usual chopsticks ‘trick’ for all the minks, who were hysterically laughing at the scene. A quiet giggle escaped you, and you shook your head.

“It’s no wonder you’ve got a headache with crewmates like that,” a deep voice came from beside you, startling you. You looked to your left to see Law, whom you’d actually become pretty good friends with since the alliance started. You often wondered if you were the one and only exception to the “alliance does not equal friendship” rule.

“Jeez, you scared me,” you laughed, smiling as the other captain sat down beside you, knees bent upward so that his arms could rest on them.

“Just checking on you,” he hummed, but then you noticed his ears turning red as he quickly looked away from you. “S-since I heard you tell Nami about… y’know.”

You giggled in response, thinking about how cute Law looked like this. He was certainly flustered, but was that because he was just awkward or did he have… other feelings for you?

“Yeah, it’s gotten better though,” you said, in reference to the headache. “But I’m still tired,” you yawned.

“Same here,” Law added, seeming stoic once again.

The two of you continued to sit together underneath the tree, not really making much conversation. It’s not like you needed to, anyway. You’d learned that Law, much like yourself, preferred to be more laid back and quietly watch rather than party. So the two of you spending time together like this was really nice, actually. Every now and then, one of you would say something just to make sure that the other hadn’t fallen asleep. This continued on for another hour or so, before you accidentally started something;

You raised your arms up to stretch as you yawned, repositioning yourself against the tree. However, when you lowered your hands, you accidentally placed your left one directly on top of Law’s tattooed hand.

He quietly gasped, and you quickly snatched your hand away, face turning red. “S-sorry,” you squeaked out, trying to avoid eye contact with the surgeon.

Law’s face was equally as red, though, “no I don’t mi- I mean, uh, don’t worry about it,” he managed to say, stammering and stuttering his words. That was unusual for him.

After that interaction, you both gradually scooted closer and closer to each other, and before you knew it, you were pressed up against Law, the skin of your arms brushing against each other. You hesitantly laid your head onto his shoulder, feeling bold.

He jumped just a little, but didn’t verbally protest or make any movements that indicated he wanted you to stop. You smiled at that. I’m definitely the exception to the alliance rule. Possibly even more… I hope.

Your face once again flushed red as you thought about that. You and Law, together? What would your crew have to say about that?

“Y/n-ya,” he suddenly spoke up, turning his head to look at you.

“Yeah?” You breathed, looking up at him from where you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Wanna sneak out of here?” He asked, a smirk on his lips. A smirk that had your heart beating faster and faster, as you thought about wiping said smirk off his lips. With your lips.

You could only nod, the butterflies in your stomach making your mind race with thoughts about what Law intended on doing once you snuck away.

He stood up first, holding a hand out for you to grab onto. Gently, you placed your hand into his and he pulled you up. A bit too fast, though, as you stumbled forward once on your feet. Directly into his chest.

For a second, you were pressed against his body, head lightly landing underneath his chin. You pulled back, though, biting your lip as you felt your face flush with embarrassment, again.

“Sorry. Seems like I’m being very clumsy tonight,” you giggled, willing yourself to look back at Law.

He still looked down at you with a slight smile, and gosh, was he so charming right now. Your little crush on the Heart Pirate’s captain seemed to be turning into you being in love with him, now.

Law guided you back to one of the many tree-houses, the one he’d been staying in, specifically. There were a couple dimly lit candles illuminating the room, and you looked around as you stepped further inside. He certainly kept his space very neat, which only made you love him more. You were so used to the boys trashing everything and not caring enough to clean up.

He sat down on the bed, patting the spot to his right with his hand. You sat next to him, eyes still wandering around the room as you waited for him to break the silence.

“Y/n, I wanna tell you something,” Law then quietly said. You were a bit taken aback that he hadn’t added the usual “-ya” to your name. He must’ve been serious.

You simply looked at him, waiting for Law to continue with hopeful eyes.

“I know when the alliance started, I said this was strictly a no friendliness thing. But- I. Um,” he scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly. “I’ve changed my mind. For you, at least.”

“That’s nice to know,” you said, trying to not look disappointed that he hadn’t confessed his love for you. “I'm glad we can be friends.”

“That’s not all,” he then added, sparking hope within you once again. “I… want to go further than ‘just friends’. Y/n… I, fuck, this is so awkward,” he cursed, placing a hand over his face as though he was disappointed with himself. “I- I love you, okay?”

With the words now out, Law turned his head away, fearing that you’d reject him. But how could you? He was the most handsome man you’d ever met, and was nothing like the rowdy, filthy boys on your crew. Smiling, you placed your hands on each side of his face, turning him to face you.

“I'm glad you feel that way, too,” you whispered, before doing something you’d never thought you’d ever do;

You’d felt his breath on your lips for just a second, and decided you had to do it now before you changed your mind. Leaning your head up and forward, you swiftly connected your lips with Law’s, slowly easing the two of you into the kiss as it seemed you were both inexperienced. It took a couple moments of stiff, awkward kissing before you finally figured out how to fit your lips against his. Feeling weak in the knees despite sitting down, you swooned and deepened the kiss, loving the way his lips felt against your own.

Before you knew it, you were practically shoving your tongues down each other’s throats, your hands still firmly holding onto Law with his arms now wrapped around your body, holding you close to him.

When you finally parted a few inches away to get some air into your lungs, your body flushed with hotness as your mixed saliva strung together between your lips. Was that how heavy your make out had been? It was thrilling, honestly.

You licked your lips and went in for another kiss, but before you could fully connect your mouth with Law’s, the door burst open as your captain rushed inside the room. “Oi! Torao! You need to come down and- hey! Why’s y/n in here?!”

You stared with wide eyes and a reddened face at your captain, realizing you and Law were still holding each other, faces not even an inch apart. “Get out of here! Now!” Law yelled, causing your captain to laugh as he retreated with a “sorry, sorry.”

As the door shut again, you could hear Luffy say one more thing; “Torao can’t come right now! He’s too busy shoving his face into y/n’s. Hey, why are they doing that?”

The last bit of Luffy’s statement sounded quite confused, but you couldn’t hear anybody’s response as their voices faded away, and it was just you and Law again.

“Sorry about that, he doesn’t understand-“

“You don’t need to keep apologizing to me, you know? Though it’s cute to see you get embarrassed,” Law cut you off, kissing you again as he finished speaking. He ran a tattooed hand through your hair as he did so, making your heart skip a few beats.

“Right. Sorry- I mean, um. So, now what? Are we dating?” You asked, a playful smile on your lips.

“Yeah, we’ll just have to see what your captain says about that,” Law answered with a light chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll be able to part from you after all this.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of it,” you whispered, looking into his gray eyes. “I wanna be with you, always, Law…”

“Then be with me, always, y/n.”

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d water law x you #trafalgar d water law #law x g/n reader #law x female reader #law x you #law x y/n #one piece x reader #jadedrrose 800 event

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swampstew · 7 months

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Luffy, N-37 ~ Risky Sex

Summary: You were living your life at a local festival when you're approached by a handsome stranger. Flirty and seductive, the two of you go somewhere less public to get to know each other...better...

Warnings: Spicy and dark! Dead dove do not eat. Luffy as Boto Cor De Rosa, female reader, risky sex - public sex, voyeurism, fingering, vaginal penetration, cum spraying, kidnapping, reader ending unknown. Word Count: 1.1K

Boto Cor de Rosa – mythical river dolphin beings characterized with superior musical ability, seductiveness and love of sex that often result in illegitimate children, and love to party. Despite the fact they come from a utopia full of wealth and without pain or death, the Botos/Encantados crave the pleasures and hardships of human societies. They are known for being fond of abducting humans with whom they fall in love or just about anyone near the riverlands who can keep them company, and taking them back to the Encante. Besides the ability to shapeshift into human form, encantados frequently wield other magical abilities, such as controlling storms, hypnotizing humans into doing their will, transforming humans into encantados, and inflicting illness, insanity, and even death.

You were a bit buzzed during the seasonal celebration in your neighborhood so you didn’t think the handsome man with curly hair smiling at you was anything different than a friendly face. A cute and friendly face, attached to a cute and friendly personality.

Luffy. A small scar under his eye was the first thing that caught your attention when you were dancing and twirling around. Then catching his gorgeous brown eyes. Those curly locks of hair. Drinking in his lean stature and relaxed vibe. In jean shorts, an unbuttoned vest, and weathered straw hat on his head even though it was well into the night.

You beckoned him over to dance, entranced by his skillful rhythm and moves as the party kept on. Letting him buy you drinks and street food when you needed a break. The conversation was interesting and full of exciting stories that he shared, and you were enchanted with him entirely. Something about Luffy that drew you to him, like an invisible force gently guiding you towards him, a statue of an indigenous sun deity with a crown of sunrays behind Luffy made him appear ethereal. Like he didn’t belong in this world and yet he was here, on this plane, with his hands on your hips and around your shoulder.

Hands that roamed your body more intimately the more you danced, the tighter your bodies pressed against one another, sweat beading your clothes to your skin from the humidity and closeness. It wasn’t until he kissed your shoulder tenderly that you felt like you were boiling over. His touch was so hot, it wasn’t burning your skin but it made you feel like you were being licked by fire.

Before long you felt his bulge rut into you as you shifted your hips to the beat of the music in a flirty way. You let out a light hearted giggle at his eagerness, pulling him by the chin to capture his lips with yours. It ignited something in him. He twirled you around by your waist and dipped you backwards in a desperate kiss. Pushing his erection into you with his hands squeezing your ass, not a care in the world if anyone saw.

His carefree attitude was infectious but you still had a little more shame than him, so you pulled Luffy away by the river bank. Close enough that you could slip back into the party with no one being the wiser.

Luffy didn’t even wait before you cleared the foliage to put his hands up your skirt. Relishing in the way your sloppy pussy was sucking up his fingers as he thrusted two inside you, humping your ass as he held you from behind against a tree. The music from the festival was loud enough to cover your cries but if someone happened to go off the path, you would not be shielded from them.

He let out a growl before pulling out of your pussy, slurping your slick of his fingers, “Turn around and squat on my face.”

Dizzy from the clouded haze of lust, you tilted your head in question before he positioned you himself. Bracing your back against the tree, he knelt in front of you before lifting your thighs over his shoulders and licking up your slit. Sucking your clit between his lips as his tongue slipped into your core and licked your walls fervently.

A peak in the music raised the volume and masked your high-pitched cries as you came in his mouth. He licked his lips and your pussy to clean up the mess you made. As he moved to mount you, you both froze when you heard a rabble of people moving closer to where you were fucking.

Ducking down, he led you through the bushes down to the river bank where you could no longer hear any one, save for the music and sounds of partying still going on. Letting out a nervous giggle, you wanted to say something to get the mood back but Luffy didn’t need it.

Wrapping you up in his arms, he enveloped your mouth with his as he lowered you both to the ground on a dry patch of grass. Rolling you over as he licked and nipped your skin, he pushed your skirt up to your waist and lined his cock to your entrance when he stopped.

“Only if you say.”

You shouted yes, squealing when his cock stretched you open as he slowly slid in. You couldn’t form words as he pistoned into you, sometimes thrusting in time to the fast paced music. Your ankles locked together against his butt, you pulled him deeper as your tongue began to loll. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt him push your legs back even farther, making you gush all over his cock.

With a triumphant cry, Luffy slammed his hips faster until his cock twitched, pulling out and spraying you with cum. You felt it splatter against your thighs, then it shot out further and stained your skirt. You dipped your fingers into the puddle on your skirt, annoyed at the quantity that would not be passable as a spilled drink.

“Don’t worry, I can clean you up at my place,” Luffy adjusted his hat. He took of his shirt and wiped down the excess mess off you before tossing the shirt aside. He gave you a smile, “It’s not far from here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah not a problem. It’s the least I can do for a sweetie with a cute smile.”

You couldn’t help the shy smile at the compliment, “Thanks. Lead the way.”

“So happy you said that,” he grinned widely.

Helping you up, at first you thought he was kidding around when he started walking into the river while pulling your hand. You were thigh deep in the water when you saw him pull down his straw hat and noticed the blowhole that had been previously hidden from sight. You watched in shock as Luffy’s skin became a rosy hue, pulling you further until you were waist deep in the water.

Luffy’s human form quickly morphed into that of a pink river dolphin. You tried to back away in terror but felt frozen, unable to squirm away even though Luffy was no longer holding you. He stood upright in the water, piercing you with his dark eyes – you felt a wave of calm wash over you.

His drifted closer to you and gently tugged on your arm with his jaw, and you followed without resistance. He let out a gleeful chitter as he swam behind you, eagerly pushing you forward until you were submerged entirely. Not once coming back up for air.

10 tiles to go, 45 calls made so far.

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kinktober 2023 masterlist #raven's bingo board #raven's halloween party #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #monkey d. luffy #swampstew stories #swampstew bedtime stories #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffy smut #dead dove do not eat #tw monsterfucking #tw public sex #tw dubious consent #tw hypnosis

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besaya-glantaya · 7 months

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While the previous exorcism was fairly sucessful, new brain gremlins appear with repeated rewatches. So, here's another incomplete list of my rambling thoughts and favourite moments from the Red White and Royal Blue movie:

1. Breaking doors down to get a wedding cake through - actually a thing that happened. Well, almost. Prince William and Kate Middleton's gigantic 8-tier wedding cake was so large a palace door had to be removed to allow it through. Apparently the Queen was "unimpressed".

2. Henry snubbing Alex in the reception line at the wedding is hilarious. Way to ensure Alex doesn't fixate on you for the whole party, Henry. A+ job.

3. Alex drunkly navigating the wedding reception, swiping drinks, petting rich people and hiding foul smelling canapés behind furniture. Adorably comedic.

4. HeNnrrYyy!

5. Aww. I wanna see pictures of Jonathan the Shih Tzu too.

6. Shaan's scathingly dry wit is everything - I can see why he's such a great match for Zahra.

7. "No-one is more mystified than I" is another phrase I am stealing for people who exist purely to vex me.

8. Shaan shoving Alex bodily through the low hanging branches of a chestnut tree to stand beside Henry for a photo op. That had to be at least partially improvised on location.

9. Dogs in jumpers. This must be some British thing that I have simply failed to notice. Is this a thing Americans associate with the UK?

10. The ridiculously small child's costume that Alex is wearing for the puppet show in the hospital.

11. Alex saying "WRONG!"

12. Henry, on the phone, opening with "Good God, man, what have you done?" Honestly, is there any other response when your crush sends you a picture of a caged turkey, in their bedroom, in the small hours of the morning?

13. Nora strutting into the NYE party in that head turning, jaw dropping, red outfit. Stunning.

14. Henry's face after Alex tells him he's going to do "very bad things to him". Every single fantasy he's ever had about him and Alex is flashing rapid-fire through his brain and he just... overloads a lil' bit. Error code 54 [NETWORK_BUSY].

15. The emotional connection between Alex and Henry when they are making love in Paris. The eye contact, the unspoken communication. Ugh. Hats off to all involved - especially Robbie Taylor, the movie's intimacy coordinator - for creating this scene.

16. Alex, talking about being someone his father never had: "You can't know what that means." Henry responding with a heartfelt "I'm learning". Just... yes. All the yes.

17. In the mood for love might be one of the swooniest movies of all time, but it's heartbreakingly sad. It's a doomed romance - two people who are irrevocably in love but can't be together, trapped as they are by the pressures of societal expectations and their own psychological barriers. That this is a version of romance that Henry holds dear is telling and painful to think about.

18. Alex's bloodshot eyes when he's laying on his bed with Nora, hugging that cushion for dear life, pining hard for Henry. Did they do that scene after another intense emotional one? Were there lots of other teary takes of that same scene? Did they rub onions in Taylor's eyes? I need to know.

19. I often think that the core of who we are as teenagers - our hopes, our desires, the things we cherish - are the beings we settle back into as older adults after we're done trying to fit in or live up to other people's expectations. One of Alex's greatest gifts is helping Henry to reach out and reclaim those seemingly distant hopes and dreams. To dance with the person he loves, in a place of beauty that brings him peace.

20. I love the Perfume Genius cover of "Can't help falling in love". It hits you squarely in the feels.

21. God, the casting of this movie was a stroke of genius. Taylor and Nicholas truly become Alex and Henry on screen.

22. On the private air-field: Henry's little overwhelmed smile when Alex squeezes him in the tightest hug and tells him, "I love you, I'll be as patient as you need."

23. Immediately after 22, Alex leaning in for a kiss goodbye but pulling back quickly as he reads Henry's discomfort. Alex might not always understand Henry's reasons but (if he's paying attention), he's so very good at reading Henry's needs and responding to them.

24. In the aftermath of the email leak, Alex has been "hanging in there" - he's had people supporting him, with agency over how to respond. But Henry is understandably not OK - he's been put back in his box, and the Firm has taken over in all matters. There's one scene where you can see Henry shrinking, literally making himself take up less space at the table. Poor baby.

25. Zahra to the rescue. Truly the MVP.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #nicholas galitzine #prince henry rwrb #rwrb film #alex claremont diaz #rwrb thoughts #first prince #henry fox #myrwrbthoughts

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simping-ella · 2 years

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Ant (Anthony Vaughn) Dating Hcs

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-You can bet he always has his arm around your shoulder

-He let's you wear his hat all the time! (He likes seeing you in it)

-He kisses your neck at random times

-He gives you his clothes to wear when your together (he thinks your so cute!)

-Him talking about you to spider and dusty

-Ant asks your friends what you like so he knows what to get you, so he can give you a surprise

-Getting sent weird ass snaps 24/7, that's just him man.

-He gets very flustered around you, gets teased about it by spider all the time

-Ant makes sure you always near him at parties, he will often put his arm around your waist.

-Watching tiktoks together in bed

-Making very weird tiktoks together

-Him pouting when you ignore him

-He will definitely try to convince you he is unable to move and needs a kiss to move.

-Telling very cheesy jokes to make you laugh

-You two dancing in the dark at 3:00am

-Piggyback rides

-He is a clingy drunk, so be careful he will cuddle you till you die

-Strange nicknames that make no sense

-Ant never talks about you disrespectfully to spider and dusty, or anyone for that matter.

-He never talks about your personal lives/sex lives with anyone.

-He is a jokestar but also a real gentleman

-His mum really liking you, and embarrassing him in front of you.

-Your parents treat him like family and he starts to call your mum "mum" as well. (Not in a weird way)

-You guys having lipsyncing comps

-He watches drama series with you

-He just really loves and cares for you and wouldn't want it any other way.

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Imma do more hbh characters if you want a specific one just comment their name and il do it.

#heartbreak high #heartbreak high x reader #anthony vaughn x reader #anthony vaughn

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abyssal-ali · 5 months

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'tis the damn season

Pairing: Luka Couffaine x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: T | Ao3 | Masterlist

WC: 3.8k

A/N: For my wonderful Twinsie @wildbookcat 💜 Beta'd by @sneksnacc

Tiny flakes of powdery snow danced through the air, carried around by the whims of the wind. Luka envied their carelessness. Somehow, he had ended up at the Charles de Gaulle International Airport, waiting for his high school ex-girlfriend, who was also his little sister’s best friend, and thus someone he couldn’t avoid.

It wasn’t even that he was still heartbroken about the end of their ill-fated relationship (lie), or that they had ended on bad terms (was both parties being broken-hearted and depressed for the next several months ‘bad terms’?), the issue was that he didn’t know how Marinette was going to react.

They were now both adults, had a collective handful of ended relationships under their belts, and were mature enough to look past that summer, right?

Another gust of wind blew through the man-made wind tunnel–aka the main doors exiting the airport–and caused a shiver to go down Luka’s back. He was still affected by his reptilian Miraculous, though he’d returned it after Hawkmoth had been defeated seven years ago. He wondered how Marinette would deal with the snow and chill when she arrived, since she was even more attuned to her Miraculous than he had been, and she continued to wield the gems occasionally. Ladybugs didn’t like the cold either.

The doors slid open, another batch of travellers entering the snowy grey afternoon with a shiver.

A pink pom-pom caught his eye, and Luka stepped out of the car to wave at its owner.

“Marinette!”

Her head turned to him, surprise overtaking her features, before being replaced by a smile. “Luka!”

Her cheeks were already flushing pink, matching her coat and hat, Luka noticed when she stepped back from la bise. He picked up her suitcase, slung her bag over his arm, and motioned towards his blue VW Golf.

“Your parents were busy with the holiday rush, so they asked me to come get you when I was over there saying hi yesterday,” Luka explained, getting into the driver’s seat once he’d stored her things in the hatch.

“Couldn’t stay away from their pain au chocolat, huh?” Marinette teased him easily.

Luka exhaled soundlessly as he pulled away. Maybe this would go okay, after all.

“You know it. So, how long are you here for?”

Marinette settled back in her seat. “I’m not actually sure. I want something new, but old…no, familiar, at the same time.”

Luka hummed. “I hope you find it.”

“Thanks. So, why are you here? It’s been a while since either of us were in Paris,” she commented, blowing hot air on the window and doodling hearts and smiles with her fingertip.

“I thought it was time. Haven’t seen Ma and Juleka in a while, and I have friends here I wanted to catch up with. I’m currently on a break from producing, so I figured now was as good a time as any.”

“Right,” Marinette agreed. “It’s nice to see you again.”

And now the awkwardness was seeping through the car.

“You too; it’s been awhile,” he said softly. “I’m always happy to see you.”

Even if it hurts when I don’t.

Her gaze darted down to her mittenless hands, fidgeting with her short, buffed nails. Luka could see the calluses from being constantly pricked on the pads of her fingers; a thin red scrape on the side of her hand likely came from brushing against a pincushion the wrong way.

The snowflakes had gradually become larger and more frequent, so Luka turned on the wipers.

“So, I saw you snagged the honour of designing Clara’s outfit for the Grammys next year,” he commented to break the silence.

Usually, he was fine with silence, especially around Marinette, who often needed it, but right now he was acting very unlike himself. Coming back to Paris had stirred up all these old feelings and actions, and he cursed it in his mind.

“Yeah. I’m hoping coming back here will provide some inspiration. I want to pay homage to her roots,” Marinette explained. “We could go for a drive around all our old haunts, maybe. Oh, but you’ll probably be busy, sorry. I can drive around.”

“I’m not that busy.” He blurted the words before he thought. “You still don’t have a license, right? I don’t mind being your chauffeur.”

The snowflakes appeared to have come from Marinette’s sparkling eyes. “Thank you, Luka!” She watched him drive in silence for a while. “You haven’t really changed, even though you’re famous.”

He flicked a glance at her, slowing down for a red light. “You think so?”

She nodded. “You look older now, because you are, obviously, and your image-controlling people have changed your appearance somewhat, but at your core you’re still the same Luka I know from seven years ago.”

The light turned green, and Luka wondered if it was a sign for one delusional second before he pressed the gas again.

“Is that a compliment or not, Mari?” he asked, settling for a teasing inquisition instead.

‘It’s a good thing!” she insisted. “Okay, you’ve matured, but your essence is the same. You’re like…like a nice red wine! Aging improves a good thing!”

“Oh, so you’re calling me old now?”

Mari sputtered. “That’s not what I said at all! And men say women take things too seriously! Pfft!”

Luka couldn’t hold back his laugh as Marinette crossed her arms, her puffy jacket turning her into a cocoon of pink.

“I know what you meant, Mari; thank you for the compliment.”

She sniffed at the traces of humour in his penitent tone, but uncurled her arms.

“There’s the bakery. We should just have missed the closing rush,” Luka glanced at the clock on the dashboard. “Have a good time, Marinette.”

“Thank you, you too! Oh, you can text me when you want to go for a drive. I still use the same number.”

“0-474-152-772?”

A wave of pink coated her cheeks. “You still remember it?”

I stare at it for a good half hour every week debating calling you or not. Of course I know it; it’s seared into my memory.

“Yep. I kept my old number too.” He popped the trunk and lifted her bags out.

“0-516-352-772?”

“Yep. Say hi to your parents for me!”

He placed her bags just inside the door, and then beat a hasty retreat. Why do you still remember my number?

~~~

How could she forget his number, when it spelled out her name?

Marinette sighed, waved goodbye at Luka’s car, then shut the door, ready to greet her parents.

“Maman! Papa! Guess who’s home!”

“Marinette! Sweetie, you made it!” Once the overwhelming hugs and bises had been exchanged, her parents looked curiously at the empty space behind her. “Luka got you here safely?” asked Sabine.

Mari nodded. “He was waiting for me at the airport; he asked me to say hi to you for him. He said you were busy with the holiday rush.”

Tom agreed. “We were sorry to miss picking you up, but our seasonal helper was sick, so we weren’t able to close and get you after all. Luka coming by and being free was fortunate.”

“It was nice to catch up with him,” Mari agreed. “I’ll just bring my bags up to my room and then we can catch up while we make dinner?”

“That sounds good,” agreed Sabine. Tom brought the luggage up, then left Mari to settle in after one more hug.

Looking around her room, Mari smiled at the remembrance of all the memories she had made in the pink space. Pictures clothespinned to her wall of fairy lights danced in the breeze as she twirled, releasing a deep breath and closing her eyes at the peace of being home again.

She could feel the ideas coming for Clara’s outfits.

It was a brilliant idea to come back to Paris.

~~~

It was a horrible idea to come back to Paris.

Why had he said yes to picking Marinette up?

Why had he said yes to driving Marinette around?

Why had he answered her text as soon as she sent it, at 2:08 am?

Why had he showed up at her door at 7:30 am, why had he let Tom drag him to the kitchen and feed him pastries (okay, that one was self-explanatory), why had he lingered and chatted, why why why.

The answer to all his questions was sitting in the passenger seat of the car he was borrowing from a friend, looking devastatingly beautiful and chattering away about how things had changed since she had left, a year before he had, and contrasting it to Los Angeles.

If he’d wanted to hear about her failed relationships after she defeated Hawkmoth, broke up with him, and moved away, he would have asked.

Luka was well aware that he was sulking, but he didn’t care at this moment. They were driving by College Francois Dupont, and the memories of that time weren’t the most pleasant.

“Ooh, I have an idea! Can you park here? I want to walk around for a bit.”

Luka dutifully pulled over, parking in an empty space between the school and the Methodist church down the block.

Marinette strolled around the quiet street, the fluffy flakes floating down muffling her footsteps and muttered monologue.

She returned to him eventually, scribbling away at her sketchbook.

Luka’s hand raised before he realised what he was doing.

“Luka? What are you doing?”

He blinked down at her, his hand frozen as she glanced up at him from under her bangs.

“You, um, snow-”

Why was he making this awkward? Biting the bullet, he gently brushed the accumulated snow off the top of Marinette’s ponytail.

She flashed him a smile and climbed back into her seat.

“Where to next, Mari?”

~~~

“So, any plans for your break?” Mari clutched a mug of cocoa in her hands, careful not to drop it over the edge of her balcony on the head of some unsuspecting passersby out admiring the lights.

Luka leaned his back against the balcony, blowing on his own mug. “I haven’t made anything firm yet, but I expect my schedule will fill up rather quickly.”

Mari hummed. “I guess I should book our hangouts while you’ve still got room for me then, Mr. Hot-Demand.”

“I’ll always have room for you, Mari.”

She smiled at him before turning back to the cityscape. “I’ve missed this view.”

The real view nudged her shoulder. “Old memories coming back, huh? I’m glad you’re able to miss it, Mar.”

“Did you miss it?” She turned on her back to be companionably side-to-side with him.

“The city? Not so much. The people in it? Yeah, I missed them a lot.”

She nodded in understanding. “Did you miss the people who weren’t in it, too?”

He sipped his cocoa. “Everyday.”

~~~

Marinette opened her eyes, breathing deeply. There was nothing like a full ten hours of sleep in your childhood room, warm and cozy under blankets as the snow drifted by the window hypnotizingly, your secret love snuggled up beside you-

Oh yeah, she’d made Luka stay the night, saying it was too cold to walk back home as her excuse to have him sleep here. Her fingers brushed a teal lock back from his forehead as she took in his peaceful features. Honestly, they weren’t much different from his usual everyday expressions. She envied his calm, never being able to stay still for long.

Luka shifted, blinking sleepily at her, a sleepy smile curving his lips. “Morning, Mari.”

His arm raised to trace a feather-light path down her cheek to cup her neck and pull her towards him.

She let him guide her closer, her breath catching in her throat.

“Mari, if you’re up, could you help out at the register for a bit?” called Sabine through the door.

Luka jerked away and Mari rolled out of bed with a thump. “Be there in a minute, Maman!”

“Are you okay?” he peeked over the edge of her mattress.

“Just fine,” she rubbed her behind. Luckily, the duvet had cushioned her fall.

“Er, sorry about that,” Luka ran his fingers through his messy locks.

“It’s fine,” she shrugged off the hurt, grabbing a pair of jeans and a flower-embroidered sweater off the back of her chaise. “Want me to save you anything for breakfast when I go down?”

“A quince pastry would be nice.”

“Got it. See you!” She fled down the stairs to the secondary powder room to change and twist her hair into a braid. Ready to suppress the feelings stoked by Luka’s earlier actions, she washed her hands and prepared to face the public.

Luka wandered downstairs a while later, looking neat and as if he hadn’t slept in her bed and almost greeted her with a kiss before they were interrupted and then ignored it.

She could feel Sabine and Tom pause in their work as they took in the situation and incorrectly interpreted it.

“Oh, I thought we missed you leaving last night, Luka,” smiled Sabine. “Are you-”

“Here’s your pastry,” interrupted Marinette, thrusting the napkin-wrapped goods into Luka’s hand. “You’re lucky I saved you the last one.”

“Er, lucky, yeah. About that. Can I talk to you? Later, I guess, when you’re not busy,” he cast a glance at the blatantly listening bakers.

“Sure. We can go for another drive in about an hour? Around one?”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then. Bye, Tom, Sabine.” With a wave, he ducked out the door, leaving a bill in Marinette’s now-empty hands for the pastry.

She turned to her parents. “It’s not what it looks like. It was late and cold and I didn’t want him walking home in the snow-”

“Mhm,” Sabine raised a knowing brow. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Marinette shook her head. “Not yet.”

~~~

Luka shook his head, sending accumulated flurries flying off his hair. He’d had the most lovely dream, waking up to Marinette cosying up to him in his bed, smiling at him lovingly. Except it hadn’t been a dream, and he’d almost kissed her.

He was not going to go down the path they’d travelled in school, with the secrets and barriers between them. She still didn’t know he knew she was Ladybug and the Guardian, and she hadn’t told him. He wasn’t going to lie to himself; it hurt a little.

Realistically, he knew there were several reasons why she wouldn’t bring it up (not the least of which because she didn’t want to dredge up those traumas again) but emotionally, he was simply hurt by her still not trusting him with her identity even though she’d entrusted Sass and literal timelines to him.

Still, his therapist in the States had done him good.

He was going to tell Marinette he knew on their drive this afternoon, get everything off his chest, and then leave it in her hands while he returned to LA and broke his heart over her for the last time. Yep, sounded like a good plan.

~~~

Marinette climbed into the car. Luka closed her door, crossed the front, and slid into the driver’s seat.

“Where to?”

“I thought maybe we could just drive around this time, unless there’s somewhere you wanted to go?”

“No, that sounds fine.” He took a sip from the mocha she had supplied them with, humming appreciatively. “This is perfect; thanks, Mari.”

“You’re welcome.”

He started the car and pulled away.

They drove in silence for a while, occasionally pointing out some place they and their friends had adventures at.

Luka pointed at the tip of the Eiffel Tower. “That thing was destroyed more times than I can count.”

She made an agreeing noise, thinking back to some of the battles the Tower had seen.

“Marinette, I need to talk about something with you.”

She nodded, looking at the un-Luka-like tension in his body language. “Okay.”

“I was Viperion, on the Miraculous team. I reset so many timelines. It was impossible not to know who my allies were, with all the mishaps occurring. I’ve known you were Ladybug for years.”

She stilled, breathing stuttering as old trauma resurfaced. Someone knew she was Ladybug, something bad happened.

Reminding herself that Hawkmoth was gone, she wasn’t Ladybug anymore, and she was safe, she regulated her breathing and thoughts.

“I knew you were Ladybug when we were dating, and that your identity was why you were so hesitant to open up. I thought now would be a good time to tell you that you don’t have to keep that secret alone anymore.”

“Luka, I-”

“It’s okay, Mari. I didn’t hold it against you. After all, we were all kids. Just thought I could even the score before I leave, since we both know each other’s secret,” he muttered.

“I- you-” she stuttered, falling silent as her thoughts whirled.

“I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon,” he broke the silence after a few minutes. “Don’t worry, I haven’t told another soul and I never will. But, if you ever want to talk about it…you have my number.”

She nodded, still processing. “Thank you, Luka. For- well, everything. I’m sorry for what I put you through.”

He gave her a smile meant to be reassuring and forgiving, but she knew it was fake. “Have a happy new year, Marinette.”

Strangely feeling like she’d been broken up with, she closed the car door and walked into the bakery, where her parents met her.

“Everything okay, sweetie?”

She shook her head. “I think I need to take you up on your offer to talk about it.”

~~~

Luka packed his suitcase methodically, thoughts with one person miles away.

He wasn’t quite sure what he’d expected when he’d told her he knew.

Maybe for her to ask him out again since they had no secrets between them anymore? Okay, that was his wildest dream, but he supposed she hadn’t changed that much, still taking her time to process things. Not that he blamed her–having a magical emotional terrorist attacking your city didn’t exactly inspire impulsive actions regarding your feelings.

His therapist had told him that there were seasons in one’s life, and sometimes people were only meant to be with you for a season, like a flower. Others were like trees, there no matter the weather. He wanted her to be a tree, but maybe she was only a flower. Whatever she was, he’d always remember the beauty of her blooms and the sweetness of her perfume.

“‘Tis the damn season,” he mumbled, slinging his guitar case over his back and picking up his suitcase.

He’d left her with a reminder of his phone number. Hoping she’d call him one day, he drove to the airport. He only realised he’d chosen the route that took him by the bakery as he passed it, peering in the window to catch a glimpse of Marinette working the register.

~~~

Marinette wasn’t having a good day. She’d taken forever to fall asleep, tossing and turning as she stewed over Luka and her parents’ advice.

They’d understandably been surprised by her explanation of the inner workings of her and Luka’s short-lived relationship, but provided some valuable outside-perspective commentary.

After a fitful sleep, she’d been working the register while her parents worked on a rush-order of pastries, her mind consumed by thoughts of Luka.

“Here’s your change, ma’am. Have a happy new year!” Handing the coins over, she wiped her hands on her apron and tidied up the counter space.

Clean up complete, she ran upstairs to change into jeans, boots with Ladybug pom-poms, a turtleneck, and her favourite Viperion hoodie she’d worn thin.

She tossed a quick goodbye over her shoulder to her parents and ran out the door, waving her hand at an approaching taxi.

“International airport, please,” she huffed, buckling her belt.

“Hope you’re not late for your flight, mademoiselle. The snow is slowing traffic,” said the driver.

Marinette clasped her hands to stop her nervous fidgeting, calling on all of Tikki’s luck that she’d arrive before Luka’s flight left.

~~~ Luka wasn’t having a good day. He’d slept off and on, was leaving his first love behind, and now he couldn’t even do that because of the sudden snowstorm. All flights were postponed or cancelled for the time being.

So far his flight was only cancelled, so he found a comfortable piece of carpet to claim and began strumming an imaginary guitar while he waited for updates.

Snippets of lyrics floated through his brain as he composed a piece containing his feelings in the moment.

“I won’t ask you to wait…if you don’t ask me to stay…” He hummed softly.

The sound of running feet made him look up, curious who thought they were late for a flight that wasn’t taking off.

“Marinette?” “Luka?”

She paused in front of him, catching her breath.

“Why are you here?” he asked cautiously, getting to his feet.

“To see you,” she panted. “Didn’t want you to go.”

His heart picked up pace as if he’d been the one running through the airport. “Really?” “Really. I want you. I have for years. Is there any way you can stay?” she asked softly.

“I’ll stay any way I can if you ask, Ma-ma-marinette,” he grinned. “I love you. I never stopped.”

She tiptoed to be face-to-face with him. “I love you too,” she whispered in his ear before greeting him with a soft kiss. It felt like home and the beginning of everything and the end of everything and the past and future all wrapped up into one amazing kiss in the present.

He cupped her face in his hands, resting his forehead on hers.

~~~

Luka drove them back to the bakery, keeping her hand entwined with his. They stepped into the entry, stomping snow off their boots. Sabine and Tom greeted them as if it was an everyday occurrence, though Marinette saw the happy spark in their eyes.

“Just in time for the party!” boomed Tom. “Dinner is ready; let’s sit!”

After a festive new year’s eve dinner and delicious buche, Luka and Marinette carried their flutes of champagne up to Marinette’s balcony to watch the firecrackers and revellers beneath them.

Chanting filled the air, little sparks in the distance showing where firecrackers had been set off.

“10! 9!” The countdown to the new year had begun.

“My new year’s resolution is to have the woman I love become my girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend?” Luka asked.

“4!”

Marinette nodded vigorously. “Yes!”

“3! 2! 1!”

Horns sounded, firecrackers popped, and hollers filled the air, but Marinette and Luka heard none of it, too wrapped up in each other.

“Joyeuse annee, Luka.”

“Bonne annee, Marinette.”

#ali writes #Lukanette #Fic #Marinette dupain cheng x Luka Couffaine

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collapsedsquid · 11 months

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The party was on at a gathering of unsung Republican heavyweights, and I was in search of the armadillo racing. The booze was flowing: Open bars numbered in the double digits, plus metal bathtubs teemed with beer on ice. Cover bands played and DJs spun. There was line dancing and trick ropers, twirling lassos and mechanical bulls, bucking riders and stilt-walkers.

And there were car dealers—thousands of them. So many gray blazers atop so many pairs of jeans, so many corporate logos embossed on so many fleece vests. So many, many men. This year’s blowout was in Dallas and the invite called for “Western duds,” so there were omni gallon hats and dinner-plate belt buckles too. [...] Now car dealers are one of the most important secular forces in American conservatism, having taken a huge swath of the political system hostage. They spent a record $7 million on federal lobbying in 2022, far more than the National Rifle Association, and $25 million in 2020 just on federal elections, mostly to Republicans. The NADA PAC kicked in another $5 million. That’s a small percentage of the operation: Dealers mainline money to state- and local-level GOPs as well. They often play an outsize role in communities, buying up local ad space, sponsoring local sports teams, and strengthening a social network that can be very useful to political campaigns. “There’s a dealer in every district, which is why their power is so diffuse. They’re not concentrated in any one place; they’re spread out everywhere, all over the country,” Crane said. Although dealers are maligned as parasites, their relationship to the GOP is pure symbiosis: Republicans need their money and networks, and dealers need politicians to protect them from repealing the laws that keep the money coming in.

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xxfabulashxx · 7 months

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I have decided that Tumblr Sexyperson HQ is a physical building. Here's some crap I made up about it

Because Sans and Cecil both won tournaments they are now presidents of the HQ, below them is the Sexyman Council (Onceler, Warden, Tony, Bill, Black Hat, Alastor

Members get free therapy because most of them need it, also sometimes they Google themselves and are traumatised

Because of how many members are scientists there's a lab area where they can do experiments and talk nerd shit, some members that use this floor are: Dr Eggman, Jimbotnik, Dr Doofenshmirtz and Flurg

There's also clown and skeleton hang out areas because of how many there are, the skeleton area was designed by Jack Skellington so is very Halloween themed, the clown area is very colourful, has lots of balloons and a ball pit which may or may not have something hiding in there

Some who use the skeleton area are: Sans, Papyrus, Jack Skellington, Lewis Pepper, The Phantom, Itward and the Grim Reaper

Some who use the clown area are: Pennywise, Jevil, Dimentio, Fizzarolli, Ronald McDonald, Buggy and Moon (Sun doesn't like going in cus he's scared of everyone so the room is mostly kept in the dark)

There is a bar and restaurant floor which is also used for parties, any member can get on stage and perform by singing, dancing or doing a comedy routine (Bittergiggle has been banned because every time he tells a joke and no one laughs he has a mental breakdown)

For the ones who either don't have a home or do but it's shit, membership also offers living quarters which are basically small apartments (the more popular they are they bigger and nicer their rooms are) some people who live in the building are: Onceler, Bendy, Spamton, Jevil, Warren (tho he probably lives in a closet)

Sans and Cecil don't decide who's a member and who get's kicked out, it's up to the fans. Sans and Cecil get to decide things to do with the building and events

Alastor refuses to appear at any fan meet n greets because he hates his fans

Baldi and Purple Guy are best friends cus they both really fuckin hate kids

Ban Ban is a member for some reason but he doesn't visit a lot due to the fact no one likes him

Bendy follows Alastor around like a lost puppy because he thinks he's cool (Charlie thinks he's adorable)

Dancing Banana hosts quiz shows where sexymen compete, it's very popular, he also hosts interviews

Sun and Papyrus get along very well and hang out a lot, Sans always stays close by incase the lights go out because Moon is a bitch

Dimentio takes full advantage on how strong Jevil is and has mind controlled him several times, Jevil does not remember any of it other than suddenly appearing in a different location feeling dazed

Duck thinks he's the best sexyman, Sans just goes along with it, he doesn't care enough to argue

Red Guy is like a royal British guard as in people like to do weird shit in front of him to get him to react…no one has gotten one yet

Itward is the Dad friend to everyone, he's good at comforting and lends an ear for venting

The Phantom speaks perfect English but he often pretends he only knows French so he can avoid people

King Dice will sometimes co-host Dancing Bananas shows unless he's busy

Zim, Peepers and Marvin will fight constantly and once they enter a room people will start to leave

Mettaton hates how both Sans and Spamton are so much more popular than him since one is lazy and the other lives in the trash (and has tiny legs)

Onceler and Warden are best friends and share one brain cell (their friendship is similar to Arin and Dans from Game Grumps)

Papi will often bring Popee with him which no one is happy with because he is very explosive (literally) except Moon he encourages the chaos and has pretty much adopted him

Everyone has collectively made a rule that no one may upset Papyrus, anyone who does is shunned and excluded

There is an ongoing war between Ronald McDonald and Colonel Sanders where they both try to put up the most ads for their food places

Sans has a fancy penthouse apartment he only uses for naps, there's toys in it for when Frisk is over as well

Even after everything that happened, Jevil is still good with kids and won't hurt them, one time he found Frisk sitting alone as Sans was in a meeting so he played with them and showed them magic tricks until it was done

Every so often Shrignold will show up and ship everyone with everyone, no one likes him and Tony will have to search the whole building to catch him and kick him out

Larry sees everyone's dreams, he has seen some shit and isn't sure whether Spamton or Jevil have the weirder ones

Slenderman is like a sim, he will walk over to people and join their conversations although he doesn't speak, he just stands there menacingly

The Smiler is there sometimes, no one knows why but they've just accepted it, the people at Alton Towers are still trying to figure out why is keeps disappearing tho

The Onceler has been woken up on several occasions in the early hours of the morning because Spamton and Jevil decided to have a competition on who can make the most noise and keep the other awake (their rooms are right next to each other)

Jevil and Popee are an awful combination, they have lit many fires, Fizzarolli is afraid

The Warden in in charge of security, he has placed cameras everywhere

As part of the agreement when they were taking Jevil he is not allowed to leave the building on his own and has to wear an ankle monitor which will also shock him if he tries to leave

When Tony first arrived he made sure every room has a clock so everyone always knows the time

#long post lmao #tumblr #tumblr sexyman #sexypersonhq #sans #onceler #tony the talking clock #the warden #spamton #jevil #where are there so many garten of ban ban characters on the sexypedia #who put them there

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taleasnewastime · 2 years

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Dating advice | Part eighteen

Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Low self-esteem, angst, awkwardness, overthinking, alcohol consumption.

Authors Note: I feel like I say this every week, but I can’t believe how close to the end we are now!! Thanks to everyone still reading :)

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Yoongi looks out of his depth. Stood in a cowboy hat, white jacket and trousers. You have to give it to him; he didn’t disappoint on the outfit. The white material of his trousers hugs every curve he has. You nearly chocked when he bent over earlier to pick something up and you got an eyeful of his ass. The leopard print shirt with top few buttons undone, and the way he’s swept his hair back off his face isn’t helping matters either.

While he was joking the other day about your kink being people dressing up, seeing him like this, you’re now wondering if maybe he was right.

He’s surrounded by a group of your friends and while that should possibly worry you, you can only smile at the sight. Jimin’s talking and laughing next to him, in a more extravagant cowboy outfit, telling a story only a few others are laughing at. Yoongi looks to be indulging him and his story, a small smile on his lips, a little gummy smile slipping every so often, a sip of his drink when Jimin laughs a little too hard and Yoongi obviously doesn’t find it so funny but doesn’t want to be rude.

You stand a distance away. Watching with your own drink in hand, enjoying it too much to interrupt just yet.

He was nervous to come. He came to your house before, his cowboy hat in hand. You’d beamed when you’d opened the door, he’d scowled and grumbled about not making any jokes. You had to bite your tongue not to laugh. You didn’t joke about what he wore, but you also didn’t mention how hot you thought he looked; you didn’t want him to turn and walk out the door.

He finally managed to snoop; you’d told him it was his consolation prize for coming along. While you finished getting ready you let him have free reign of your downstairs. Even with permission his cheeks had tinted pink when you came down to see him with a photo frame in his hands. Or maybe the tint was due to something else given the way his eyes had danced across your body. You didn’t question it to find out.

“Want some liquid courage?” You smiled, heading to your small alcohol collection.

“I’m not nervous,” you had hummed, not believing him and after a short pause he added. “But I wouldn’t say no to a drink.”

You smiled, didn’t ask what he wanted, just poured out two of what you were having. It’s one of the many things you’ve learnt about Yoongi, he’s not fussy.

You didn’t have too much to drink at yours, probably walked it off in the fifteen-minute walk to the party. You’d done the rounds of introducing him to everyone and he stuck to you every moment. His hand ghosted on the small of your back as you walked between groups and became a little firmer when you laughed a little too hard, steadying you.

It took a while for you to leave Yoongi alone, not because he was clinging to you or asked you not to leave him, but because you were worried. Worried that Yoongi wouldn’t know what to say or who to talk to, worried that he came because of you and if you left him, he wouldn’t have a good time and worried that your friends would embarrass you with stories of your past you’d rather stay hidden. It’s not that you thought Yoongi wouldn’t fit in or would struggle, it’s more that you worried how your friends would treat him. But looking at him now, you don’t know why you worried at all.

Of course, Yoongi would be social. He may be introverted and seem cold, but he owns a pub, he’s a friendly guy, he knows how to hold a conversation. And why would your friends exclude him? You love your friends, they love you, and you really, really like Yoongi, why wouldn’t they also like him?

Your stresses melt away, though if you’re being honest they disappeared a long time ago, maybe around that fourth drink you had. Now you realise that you don’t want to leave Yoongi alone not because you’re worried but because you don’t want to be away from his side.

The issue was, since you arrived and possibly due to your earlier nerves, you’ve had far more to drink. You wouldn’t say you’re drunk, but as you work your way back to Yoongi’s side you’re not walking in a straight line. There’s a beaming smile on your face before you’re even by his side, as if the mere thought of standing next to him excites you.

“Howdy,” you giggle as you pull up to his side, crashing into him a little harder than you would if you were sober.

You feel him shift and then are met with his eyes as he looks down at you. You beam up at him, he scrunches his nose and smiles at you.

“How much have you had to drink?”

You giggle, pushing further into his side. “Taehyung only made me do one shot. I promise.”

His smile widens as if he can’t control it. His arm looping around your back, hand resting on your hip. You feel less sway-y at least. But that doesn’t feel like the main perk to this position. For one, you can better see his eyes like this, the different strands of brown that make up his iris. For another you get a front row seat of the gleam coming off his little gummy teeth. Not to mention the warmth that’s seeping off him into what feels like every inch of you. You like this position, you decide.

“I really haven’t had that much to drink,” you say, voice quieter.

“You said howdy,” he says, as if that’s a point to argue the opposite.

“I’m in character.”

“Hum. You weren’t saying that earlier. When you were sober.”

“Well maybe I just feel more comfortable now.”

“Your eyes are awfully big too.”

You flutter your lashes as if that’ll help, Yoongi’s smile twitches in amusement. “I’m having a good time. My eyes go big when I’m having fun. Maybe you should try it some time.”

He hums, the noise going right through you. You find yourself looking down at his lips. They look so close, so pink. When did they get that close? Has he been leaning in or have you been unconsciously pushing up into him? You’re not sure and you’re not sure you care enough to think too much about it right now.

Realising you’ve been looking at his lips for longer than you should you look up at his eyes and see he’s caught you staring that entire time and decided not to saying anything. You clench your teeth, a nerve in your jaw ticking. You think Yoongi moves a centimetre closer. Your heart stutters and then continues beating at twice the speed.

“You guys are gross.”

You pull away from Yoongi as if caught in a compromising position. Yoongi’s hand twitches on your hip, making sure you don’t go too far, keeping you right where you are. It’s nice that he doesn’t let you go, that he feels comfortable enough to be stood with you in his arms with all your friends around. And if you were thinking about any of this, you’d realise how much it says that you stay there too, that you don’t push out his arms, that you feel comfortable there too. Not long ago you wouldn’t have reacted the same.

Still, you shoot your eyes in the direction of Jimin. You forgot he was there and while he’s looking at you and Yoongi everyone else has at least chosen to start up different conversations around you. Despite Jimin’s words there’s a smile on his face as he looks at the two of you.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” You say flatly, a not-so-subtle hint to get lost.

“Nah,” Jimin states, taking a sip of his drink. “I’m still waiting for my thanks.”

You look up at Yoongi to gage if he has any idea what Jimin is saying. His shoulders lift an inch, he has no idea either. Jimin’s smile is wider when you turn back to him.

He flicks the hand holding his drink between you and Yoongi. “I put you two together. Don’t I deserve a thanks, maybe a drink?”

“You didn’t put us together.”

“I got Yoongi to take you out on that date.”

“Yeah, and if it was down to you, we’d both still be thinking that was all fake.”

“Right, well it’s not my fault you two are idiots. I can only do so much.”

You glare at him. He smiles back as he takes another sip of his drink. Sometimes you wonder why you’re friends with the man.

“If you’re ever come to the pub I’ll treat you to a pint.”

Jimin’s face transforms at Yoongi’s words, he tips his drink in his direction and aims his words at you. “See. I knew I liked Yoongi.”

You fight the eye roll. Fight back the words about Jimin probably only liking him because of the knowledge that he owns a pub and therefore has access to free alcohol.

“Anyway, you two look cute together.”

Though he says it as if it’s a throw away comment it still hits you. You know he means the words and given the way he looks at you over his drink you’d bet he phrased it that way not to scare you. And given the way Yoongi’s hand squeezes your side, you know he’s probably got similar worries about you going through his head. It makes you sad to think they both have the same tip-toe reaction around you.

The wide smile that takes over you face is natural and while it starts pointed at Jimin you turn it to look up at Yoongi. His eyes scrunch at the corners as he looks down at you.

“Thanks,” you say to Jimin even while you look at Yoongi. “I think I might keep him around.”

Yoongi leans towards you again and while you don’t move away from him, his lips fall onto your cheek rather than your lips. You never took Yoongi to be a fan of PDA and while all of this isn’t much, you’d have thought he wouldn’t even be a fan of holding hands in public.

“I agree with Jimin, you two are cute.”

Your head falls onto Yoongi’s chest as you look back at the group, other’s turning back into the conversation now. Most of them smiling in your direction. You feel Yoongi’s laugh as you try and hide away in his chest at the sudden attention.

The conversation only stays on you for a second before it moves onto other trivial things. You laugh along with everyone, sip at your drink as you remain plastered to Yoongi’s side. You look up at him from time to time, the smile never slipping from your lips. He looks down at you sometimes, others his gaze focused on whoever is talking. This close, you just appreciate his features, his smooth skin, his little button nose, those pink lips that you just want to keep kissing.

It's when you’ve finished your drink and look up at him that he looks down at you with an eyebrow raised. You don’t shy away from it, just smile up at him.

“You about done?”

You shake your head because you could look at him forever and never be done looking. The alcohol is helping you be so brash, but you also realise that you feel so comfortable here with him, in his arms despite the audience.

Yoongi just looks at you with amusement.

“I think we should get you home.”

You look at him with an over exaggerated pout on your lips. Yoongi just looks between your eyes and lips with a smile.

“But we haven’t even danced yet.”

He laughs. “Then we definitely need to go.”

Despite your complaints, you hardly raise a fuss when Yoongi takes your hand in his and nudges you to say your goodbyes. And while your friends give similar moans about how you should stay longer, none of them push too hard. When it comes to it, they can all see how happy and comfortable you are. And maybe, you’re finally realising the same.

Hand in hand, wide smile never leaving your face, Yoongi walks you home.

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