#yes I know the obvious rebuttal

[baeshijima]

— one more time

jing yuan has always considered himself to be a patient man, never failing to have a plan in mind and out of sight for unforeseeable circumstances. when it comes to matters involving you, however, he finds that he never has the time to think; not when he acts quicker than he can process.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1k wc, fluff, kissing, very much pining jing yuan

A/N : holds this man gently as i stare at him doing his idles with big wide eyes and tears rolling down my cheeks (also yes this is me using the "idk how to kiss" "then i will teach u" trope as an excuse to write a kissing jing yuan fic bc i am delusional and proud🐥)

when jing yuan was reciting his usual pep-talk as he made his way to your decided meet-up spot (which included, but was not limited to: stay calm, cool, and composed— the triple-c, if you will — and don't make a fool of yourself, jing yuan), he figured the cosy picnic (date) arrangement would go smoothly and without a hitch. you would be there bathed in the artificial sunlight, fingers threading through blades of grass and then you would turn at the rhythm of his footsteps, that signature grin of yours on full display as he would attempt to calm his thunderous heart from spilling saccharine confessions accumulated over the last few centuries.

like always.

but very much unlike now, it seems.

in place of the predicted events he'd conjured up beforehand, the words “i don't know how to kiss” welcome him instead. (he just barely catches himself before the picnic basket in his grip goes tumbling across the grass.)

“...what?”

“right?” you huff, seated on the grass with your arms supporting your weight while bathed in the artificial sunlight of the luofu. “i've lived for this long, and yet i have never kissed anyone! wait, or maybe it's because no one wants to kiss me... am i that unkissable?”

“no!” is the immediate rebuttal which springs forth to the tip of his tongue, but he just barely catches himself. he's planned thousands, probably millions, of ways in which he could confess to you, but the timing has never been quite right. that, or the times where he was about to confess were interrupted; sometimes by some last minute calls, other times where he just misses the timing, but usually by yanqing unceremoniously barging in between you.

this time isn't any different either, because it is simply not quite right. there's something — something imperceptible yet obvious in the back of his mind, giving him the go-ahead on the perfect time to bleed nothing but the pure, unadulterated adoration you've inflicted upon him.

this time isn't any different either, but his mind goes blank, a clarity he has never felt before driving his senses.

“i'll teach you.”

it's a sudden offer, one he doesn't really know where he got the confidence to offer it from, and yet something about your stunned expression and his unusually calm heart seems... right.

“...you know how to kiss?”

“i know more than you do,” he counters. a triumphant grin tugs the corners of his lips when your mouth instantly clams shut at his words.

he waits for your response with baited breath. will you agree? will you refuse his, painfully obvious, advance? oh god what should he do if you say no? play it off as a joke? tease you for considering it? walk away in shame and cry about it—?

“alright then,” you say, and he blinks once, twice. “it's not like i have anything to lose.”

...is this a dream?

apparently not, as he now finds himself seated in front of you with the artificial sunlight doing little to help fend off the heat blooming along his skin. your eyes are closed with your body leaning towards him in baited anticipation, but his gaze hones in on the clench-unclench of your fists and your stiff posture.

unable to contain himself, he chuckles, “someone's a little tense.”

“ugh, cut me some slack! you're my first, so of course i'm nervous.”

your first. he's your first. yours. he's yours.

it's almost like a mantra the way he repeats your words (as well as varying renditions of them), one which does little to keep his waning self-restraint intact.

with a sharp inhale, he cradles your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your head slightly to align better with his. if this were him any other day, he would have merely brushed this moment off as another one of his fantasies; an untouchable perception of what he wishes could be his.

this is not any other day, however, as jing yuan is hyper-aware of your light breaths fanning against his lips, the faint brush of his nose against yours, and your familiar scent which curls into him.

you, you, you. you are all he feels, all he can think of, even more so when he finally pushes forward into your awaiting silence and slots his lips against yours. it's a perfect fit, he thinks in what little room he allows for thought when preoccupied with your overflowing warmth and the taste of you on his tongue and the sheer euphoria which bubbles up when you hold onto him in response to his hands sliding up to cup your cheeks and holding you close.

he wonders if you can feel his centuries' worth of repressed affection from this exchange — if you can feel the desperation coursing through his veins as he leans into your touch. he already knows it's impossible though, for his love runs far too deep to be conveyed in just one singular moment.

“did you get that?” there's an ache in his heart when you part for air, but it's quickly forgotten when you blindly chase after him.

“one more time,” you whisper against his lips, his heart surging up his throat at your half-dazed eyes and tightening grip on his clothes. “i think you need to show me one more time.”

his waning self-restraint snaps.

“look at me,” he whispers back, voice hoarse with pent-up desire. his hands tilt your head up, guiding your gaze to align with his once more. before you can let a word slip through it's smothered, his lips crashing onto yours in an instant as he finds himself more determined than ever to leave you breathless with his adoration and have you focus solely on him.

if you enjoyed this, then reblogs with/or comments are greatly appreciated !! <33

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[simp-ly-writes]

Isn't it Obvious?

Ask: Astarion having a crush on an oblivious reader headcanons.

Pairing: Astarion Ancunin x Tav!Reader

Warnings: mentions of jealousy.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, exams are finally done AHHHH!! (now I just have to go to work lol). It's so relieving though- having so much more free time, especially to write- anyways! hope you all enjoy! :) (I am still figuring out how to write headcanons...)

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

↳ After the first, rather violent, meeting you both had at the start of your adventures. You chalked the parties vampire spawn's forwardness to him trying to be more friendly to you

↳ You were also quite the flirt of the group yourself- the sarcasm and playfulness of it was a driving factor to your sense of humor towards the camp

↳ Needless to say that if the opportunity arose to spark a comment- you were doing your best lighten the mood and your friends spirits when the world appears to be coming to an end as the team leader

↳ Astarion of course is jealous over the fact that no matter what, you flirted with everyone no matter how dire the situation, place or time. That was supposed to be his thing- or rather his thing with you...

↳ Whatever was this thing with you? Astarion always questions himself- why do you respond and make him blush so heavily against his pale skin, make him shuffle his ruffled collar, yet you never take that confidence of yours to take the next step- did you even want to take the next step- did you even know?

↳ These questions annoyed the vampires spawn so much so that he started to become quite the storm-cloud of the group. Scowl on his face and a bit more violent in battle than usual- almost as if to capture your attention

↳ Oh course he still flirted with you, claiming that the blush on your cheeks was merely a form of revenge to the strings played across his heart- or so he thought...

↳ You were overjoyed that Astarion was always willing to make a rebuttal against your words- it was nice to have someone lightening your day instead of always being the one to do it for everyone else. But that is just what you thought- he was just repaying the favour from the group, so you kept ignoring the growing feelings you had for the pale elf

↳ Eventually, Astarion has had enough of this toying over the line and becomes quite blunt with his flirtations- he uses pet-names in replace of your actual name almost everytime, sits beside you during communal dinners and fights back to back with you. He openly talks about all the night pleasures that could be offered- trying his best to find out what will make you finally understand

↳ Yet you just smile widely, make a joke comment in response before trying someone else from the group into conversation as the elf sighs out dramatically and storms away

↳ You were beginning to grow confused and increasingly worried about Astarions apparent annoyance towards you. The jokes that bonded the two of you throughout your travels were becoming lesser as were the parties willingness to hear your jokes towards them as well- you were despreate to find answers now

↳ Everyone in the camp was sick of your antics, they ended up refusing to respond to your flirtatious comments after receiving the ever-growing glares and side comments from the vampire spawn- they were tired of your cat-and-mouse game

↳ So one night Shadowheart and Wyll have pulled you into a tent and said that you were going on a date (much to your confusion) as they hurriedly prepared you and practically threw you back out

↳ You notice Astarion staring at you in what appeared to be shock as you ask who your date was and made a flirtatious (joking) comment that if that date was him

↳ The shocked face that you pull in return when he laughs loudly into the night sky only to look back and replay with a dramatic yes, yet you feel overwhelmingly relieved as does Astarion when you accept to go out together

↳ "I hope you know, my love..." Astarion trails off as you both are walking back from your date, smiles across both of your faces in the moonlight

↳ "I know- or well now I do" you finish his sentence as he laughs at your reply and you can't help but laugh at your past self as well

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[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — h-hello firefighter!bakugou and heart surgeon!reader

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff, sfw. mentions of hospitals, surgeons, fires, firefighting, mutual pining, crushes, he has a huge crush on you ok!! and yes i’m sorry, this is grey’s anatomy inspired ajaja

“so— open wide— what brings you in this time, blondie?”

bakugou looks at you, petulant like a child and pissed all at once— begrudgingly letting you pry open his plump rosey lips with what looks like a popsicle stick. he sticks out his tongue for good measure, letting you inspect the back of his throat for black specks of ash while he eyes you up. not that you mind.

“purse pooch,” he grunts once you let him free to notes on your clipboard to document the state of his health. he watches your hands, stable and good enough to hold hearts and feel them beat. you’ve got a grip on his own heart and you hardly know the extent of it. “some chick left her stupid dog in her apartment while the building burnt down.” your fingers are soft as they brush over his chest and then his back before you reach for your stethoscope. “i told you, ‘m fine.”

rolling your eyes, you press the cool metal tool to bakugou’s back— his shoulders rippling at the cool temperature and his tight protective shirt does nothing to hide the dips of each muscle beneath it. “who’s the chief of cardio at this hospital, blondie?” you tease him, feeling around for the dull thump of his heart. the one that you’re so used to. the one that you love to hear. you’ve been treating katsuki since you were an intern and he’d just started out as a firefighter— now you’re here, years later, an attending in cardio at a top trauma-focused hospital in Japan and katsuki, the captain of his regiment.

bakugou rebuttals with pettish silence and you can’t help but smile to yourself. “exactly. i am.” there’s something about the way his heart sounds… beating faster and faster until it seems like it’s going to burst. it makes your face drop because as a doctor, it sounds like his heart is sick and not like he’s panicked over how close you are. “and i don’t go telling you how to do your job mister ‘i run into fires and save stupid dogs’, although i should. i see you in this ER more than i see my own apartment. dogs aren’t stupid by the way.”

“they are, ‘nd i told you, i’m fine.” amused, the blonde swats you away and clears his throat nervously when you meet his eye, moving to face him with the stethoscope hovering over his chest this time. stupidly and perfectly sculpted, it makes you hot under the skin.

“are not,” you respond to both of his statements like a child goading another one into getting in trouble. you even stick your tongue too. “and the girl was obviously worried sick about her pet. they can mean a lot people. just as much as a person can. when you love something, someone, their lives are important.”

just as you finish your wistful speech, katsuki’s pulse speeds on the monitor and your resident who had taken over charting perks up at the incessant beeping. “uh, doc? should we be concerned about that?”

you shouldn’t be. medically, it’s nothing — the firefighter is just flustered by you and your existence. how you speak so tenderly about someone’s love for something. to everyone else in this hospital including you, katsuki’s heart rate could be an indicator of something dangerous or life-ending instead of the obvious crush he has on you.

bakugou’s cheeks warm as he tries to bat your resident off of him— he can just tell that they want something to be wrong with him so the case can turn surgical. “get off’a me, twerp!” he spits, sourly. “i’m fine!”

“i’m the doctor, i decide when you’re fine. you decide when and how the fire goes out.” you’re scolding him, bantering with the man and it drives him up the wall— gives him another reason to fall for you.

relenting, and no longer fighting treatment— bakugou keeps talking to you, hungry for more than just your medical attention. “okay, the dog wasn’t stupid. it was…just dumb of the chick to leave him. he meant a lot to her son ‘nd that typa carelessness pisses me off. went back in to keep the kid from losin’ his animal…am i off the hook now?”

“so you do have a heart, i knew you went back in there for a reason.” you smile softly despite your worry for his health, repeatedly checking his pulse on the monitor until you can get it down. “he’s got elevated breath sounds on the right and a racing pulse. no soot in his lungs but i’d like to get him up to CT just to double check.” you tell your resident and step back to put the arms of his bed up.

“how many times do i gotta tell you, doc? i’m fine!”

bakugou grows grumpier. maybe because after all these years of him coming in for check-ups…you haven’t realised how much he likes you.

how much me might even love you.

“i know that, but i want to make sure, and i figured you’d want to stay with me for a few extra hours while i check up on you.” honey runs through his ears as you speak, leaning over bakugou to lower his bed and wheel him around with your resident.

bakugou blushes profusely, forgets how to breathe and how to speak. “s-shut up,” he stutters.

because you still don’t know how much of his heart you hold in your practiced hands.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagines #bakugou drabble #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #mha fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

[bimbolita]

I’m so glad everyone is having the same visceral reaction to episode 4 like I did. I thought I was being too sensitive but fucking no. It is painful. It is horrid. Knowing that this type of abuse actively happens to sex workers and those who are trafficked. It’s jarring because I didn’t expect to see this dark and explicit depiction in a cartoon that jokes about penises every 2 minutes. It’s like when light hearted coco melon shows start talking about death, it was just unexpected because I never took this show serious. I’m going to share more of my thoughts below! Trigger Warning: Mentions of SA ⚠️

I don’t think it’s my place to deny or confirm if the ‘poison’ scenes were fetishized, I personally believe it’s subjective. I know how I feel but I think no matter where you stand, you are right in your own way. Many things can be true at once. What we can all agree on, is that it was harsh. In a way, I hope the audience is able to understand how exploiting and non glamorous sex work is. There is nothing fun about having your body used multiple times a day by people you do not know and having said scenes recorded then plastered all over the media. Of course all forms of engaging in or creating adult content are different, I am specifically talking about sex workers who have no say or control over their bodies and finances. Like Angel. Let us put emphasis on WORK in sex work.

It is demanding. It is laborious It is scaring. Remember that and remember the unheard voices who must do this to simply survive.

There is a lot of criticism about angel’s personality and yes I agree it is annoying but you have to understand, it is a trauma response. Hypersexuality is a common trait among those who are sexually abused. Angel just outwardly expresses it all the time because it is all he knows. This thought process is the only way to tolerate his behavior. I say thought process because it is only an interpretation. It’s very obvious viv just adores writing sexed up characters with zero nuance or depth but let’s just pretend she can actually write male characters that think beyond their cock and balls. Let’s pretend that Angel Dust is a two dimensional character and not (grits teeth) fetish bait.

Now, let’s talk about Charlie. Alright great, she saw her friend being mistreated and was about to stand up to his abuser, ok good good. The victim (Angel) gets upset and wants her to leave because he was beaten. Yes, average response of someone who is an abusive relationship, he is afraid and wants to avoid more conflict between him and Val. The situation at hand couldn’t be more than obvious. How does Charlie respond? She cries. And not because she is frustratedly concerned for the safety of her friend. It is because he yelled and rejected all her poor attempts at helping. Charlie is weak as shit and I think that interaction was weirdly written. I wish she had the mental fortitude to understand how much danger Angel’s life was in at that moment. I cannot enjoy her ‘aggressive kindness’ cutie do no wrong baby girl type of character in a moment like that.

And I feel the same about Husk’s song. Out of all the responses you could’ve made, this is what made it to the final cut? Do better. I don’t care if I lack the mEdIa LiTeRaCy twitter keeps yapping about. It’s bad. You just showed a sexual assault montage and the rebuttal was basically “my uncle broke his neck tap dancing once :/“ lol we’re both losers and that’s ok, suck it up buttercup, I like you regardless. This was the best response to an SA victim? No degree in media literacy would ever help me think that was an acceptable response. I dunno about ya’ll but I major in common sense at the university of using my eyes and fucking ears. Now imagine, if that entire segment, when Husk and Angel are at the bar plus the musical number; imagine if all of that was placed BEFORE we see Angel and Val interact and then poison plays as the final song. It would be 10x more impactful because then the audience sees how deep and stuck Angel actually is. Trauma olympics is never acceptable but neither is trauma participation trophies. It is not right to make Husk’s issues be seen as the same as Angel’s issues. They are not the same and it is ok to acknowledge that Angel has it worst than Husk. It’d be more genuine if Husk were to just hug him in complete silence after dragging him out of the bar and have Angel tearfully embrace him back. The first non sexual and benevolent interaction between them. The first physical act of care with no ulterior motives of lust.

I grind my teeth at the wasted potential.

#sorry for randomly dropping that trolls reference but it’s exactly what husk’s song felt like! #i hope my statement about sex workers didn’t come off as bashing anyone!!! #it’s just important to know it hard and can be extremely dangerous #don’t let some onlyfans girl with a pink wig trick you into thinking it’s fun just because she used her check to buy disney tickets or smth #sex work is (and i cannot stress this enough) WORK. LABOR. #anyways teehee thank you for reading!!! #anti vivziepop #anti hazbin hotel #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #hazmat hotel #🍯

[marleyybluu]

Glasses

Husband!Oscar x black!wife!reader

Word count: 2k

Content warning: fluffy fluffy, Oscar is a stubborn husband, a little sexy flirtatiousness at the end, just your typical married couple and we love it, reader is hot for Oscar and his glasses (I mean I would be too tf)

A/N: bare in mind that i don’t have glasses idk how the process goes lmao I just made shit up so sorry if it’s not accurate I guess. Who cares we’re in make believe land rn

Sorry for typos && bad translations if any

(I know these aren’t glasses glasses but… you get it lmao)

"Mama..." Rafa says poking your arm, you look down at him and smile. "Yes?"

"Why is Dad making that face?" He asks pointing over to Oscar who's holding his phone down in his lap with his head tilted up slightly so that he can see the screen better. You shook your head. That old bastard was a stubborn one. You have noticed for months now that Spooky is squinting to read everything, he's holding things at certain angles just the see the words correctly. He even has the kids reading things for him when he flat-out can't make out any of the words.

And of course, you've confronted him about it, saying if he wanted you could schedule an appointment with an optometrist and get his vision checked but he tells you— "No, mamita, I'm fine."

Stubborn Jack ass.

You roll your eyes and sigh dramatically. "Mi hijo, maybe you can talk some sense into your big-headed father. Because he won't listen to me." You say loud enough for your husband to hear. He grumbles and looks over at you, so tempted to say something disrespectful but your son is there. You wiggle your eyebrows taunting him.

"Papa, I think you need gafas."(glasses)

Spooky breathes heavily like a dragon, you swear smoke comes out of his nose too. "Mira, baby, let me just take you to check your eyes. If I'm wrong I'll eat my words and do anything you want."

His ears perk up at the offer. "Anything?"

And you knew what that tone meant. Spooky had been asking for another baby sooner rather than later but you constantly rebuttal with the fact that your third child, Emilia, was only a year old and you refused to have two under two. "Yes, anything." You reply confidently knowing you'd win this battle. He says it's a deal and you smile proudly keeping a reminder to make his appointment later.

-- --

In the days leading up to the appointment, he swore up and down that you'd be wrong, that you'll soon be walking around with a round belly all over again and he couldn't wait to see it. You remain quiet and shrug, occasionally giggling at how cocky he was about this.

After dropping the kids off at your mom's, you two head over to the Optometrist. You're pleasantly greeted by the woman at the front desk who asks you who the appointment is for. Oscar finds himself a seat and huffs like a child. You roll your eyes and mention his name. "I'm assuming you made the appointment." She smiles light-heartedly. "That obvious?"

"Trust me, I've got one at home whose chain I have to pull to even get him to the doctor. They're all like that."

You giggle and look over your shoulder at him as he pouts and looks at his new shoes. The receptionist says she'll let the doctor know you two were there and be back to guide you to a room. You take a seat next to Oscar who immediately puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing at your supple flesh. "So, what do you think the next baby will be? I hope it's a boy, I can't lie."

"Will you shut the fuck up? You are not winning this bet, Diaz."

He looks around before trailing his hand up your dress, your eyes widen when his fingers brush over your panties. "Who you talkin' to like that? Don't let this bet get you fucked up."

You swallow your attitude and shrink in the chair, he removes his hand and gently kisses your temple. Maybe he'd get another baby out of you regardless.

It wasn't long before you two were called in. Once in the room, Oscar was told to sit in the chair that was hooked up to everything while you sat in the extra chair not too far from them. He starts by asking Oscar about his medical history; and if anyone in his family has problems with their vision but he says, "Not as far as I know."

You watch as he's asked to read the chart across the room and he instinctively squints, you cover your mouth to stop your giggles.

Even with the act of squinting he ends up getting a lot of them wrong.

He's tested furthermore and, honestly, it was not looking too good. He was struggling so much that it was truly getting to him, his nails scape at the jeans over his knee caps-- taps them once in a while whenever he lets out a frustrated sigh. You were beginning to feel bad for him, wanting to whisper the letters to him so he didn't feel so... shitty.

The lights in the room turn on and the optometrist sits in his chair. "Mr. Diaz, unfortunately, I do think you'll need some prescription glasses. You are more farsighted in your right eye than you are in your left. The left eye seems to be fine for now. So, I will put in an order for a pair of lenses and when they're ready we'll give you a call to pick out the frames."

Oscar sighs, he sounds so defeated. You two thank the doctor and make your way out of the office building and back to the car. He sucks his teeth while buckling his seatbelt, he crosses his arms and waits for you to put the car in drive but you don't budge. "Why are you acting like this?"

He shrugs. "Let's just go."

"No. What are you upset about?"

"I'm old."

There was a moment of silence, took you a a minute to realize he was serious. "I'm old, mama. I can't see shit, I'm tired, I'm cranky. I'm fucking old. Next thing you know I can't play with my kids, can't play Fútbol con Rafa, dios mio." (Soccer with Rafa, my God)

He was genuinely spiralling. "Papito, I hate to break it to you but we're supposed to get old." You say to him but it (obviously) doesn't help.

"Lo sé, mi amor, pero, they still have to make it to middle school and high school, I gotta see them through college."

"Who says you won't? Mi marido, (my husband) we will be there for all of their events, for all the big changes. We will still be there when they all leave the nest to create their own, and when they come back to visit." You reassure. "I'll still be next to you in a rocking chair. We are not going anywhere, anytime soon. Entiendes? No hay prisa." (Understand? No rush)

He nods, still pouting. You lean over and plant a loving kiss on his lips. "If you ask me you will make a sexy Abuelo. Glasses and all."

"En serio?" A little bit of confidence coming back to him.

"Sí, papi chulo." You purr pulling him in for another kiss. "You know we have a lot of time before we got to get the kids." He grumbles his lips travelling down your neck. "Let's go before you get us in trouble in this parking lot."

He shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time."

You laugh. "I know, I don't want to relive it."

-- --

Days passed and Oscar finally got the call to pick up his lenses and choose the frames, you offered to go with him but he said he wanted to surprise you. You'd been waiting all day excited to see what would walk through the door.

You sighed flipping through the selections on Prime, the house was quiet with the kids either distracted or sleeping and you were bored-- until you heard the car door slam shut and his keys jingle right outside the door. The door swings open but he doesn't enter, not yet. He calls out for you and when you answer all too eagerly he chuckles at your excitement. "You been waitin' on this all day?" He asks.

"Yes, hurry the fuck up." You rush. He appears from behind the door and stands with his arms slightly open. "Cómo me veo?" (How do I look?) He asks. Your eyes widen and your jaw slacks. They were simple black frame glasses, they weren't obnoxiously thick or oddly small, and they were good enough to fit him. You sit up on your knees and lean over the back of the couch. "You look... good. Muy guapo, papito." You slur feeling a heat spread in your lower belly. His eyebrows raise in surprise, he knows that look anywhere.

"Quierida..."

"Oscar... " You had the filthiest line ready for him to hear until a pair of footsteps descended from the steps. "Whoooooa! Elliana, Mira! Papa got glasses!" Rafa announces rushing down the stairs to get a better look and shortly another set of little feet made their way over. The two children were so interested in what was on their father's face and how different he looked. "Can you see better?" Elliana asks and he smiles giving her a sweet kiss on her head. "Sí, mi corazón. Thanks for asking."

Rafa turns to you. "Mama, doesn't Dad's glasses look cool?"

Their eyes were on you but you could feel the taunting nature of your husband's eyes. "Yeah... mhm, he looks... they look-k good." You stammer causing Oscar to smirk.

He had seemingly found an upper hand on you with these glasses and he wasn't afraid to use it over the next week. He had them on even when he didn't need them to see that look on your face— the lust, the adoration— your pupils seem to expand whenever you see him in those spectacles. He just looked fucking hot.

It was the best when he walked around in his grey sweats, alone, with no shirt. Just his tattoos and glasses to complete his look and you ate it up every time. You tug on your bottom lip as you paint the picture in your mind. But why imagine, when you can just go see. The house was quiet, all the kids were sound asleep, you shifted out of bed as carefully as you could to not wake Emilia. Once you are successful you grab the baby monitor and creep downstairs, the television is off and the whole first floor is dark-- the only form of light shines through the windows courtesy of the moon. 

"Why the fuck would you do that!?" 

Ah yes, of course, he was in his habitat. The basement. You sneak your way down to see that the ceiling light is off and he just has the ones around his monitors on, though they are bright enough for her to see where she's going. His back is turned and he's so zoned in that your presence goes unnoticed for quite some time. You cross your arms and dramatically clear your throat to let him know you're here. "Yall give me a minute, wifey is here." You can hear the collective; "Hi wifey!" "Hola señiorita!" "What's good Mrs. Spooky?" 

You smile and greet them right back before he mutes his mic. "What's up?" He spins his chair to give you his full attention. "Emilia's awake?" 

You shake your head. "No, she's still sleeping. Just came to hang out." Your eyes ogle the print in his sweats. He follows your line of sight and chuckles. "You sure?"

"Mhm." You swing your leg over his legs and perch yourself on his lap. "I mention how fucking good you look in these glasses?" You purr leaning in. "They havin' an effect on you, ma. That I can see." He hums ghosting your lips with his. "And that's why you should listen to your esposa (wife)more." 

Your lips finally meet and it's not long before you two are practically nibbling at each other with a mutual desperation to end the sexual tension that's been created over time. "Let me hop off the game-" 

"No, it's okay. They can't see you right?" You smirk gnawing at his jaw. "No, they can't."

You reach between your bodies and slide your hand into his sweats. Oscar reaches up to adjust his glasses and when they begin to fog up he cleans them off and reaches to put them on his desk when you stop him. 

"The glasses stay on, Diaz." 

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[aybeebz]

They'd been on many little excursions, both with and without other friends to accompany them. But one thing was certain: Luigi and Daisy seemed to go off with each other more and more frequently.

It was obvious they were each quite fond of one another...or rather something more than just "fond."

Honestly, Luigi was completely smitten with Daisy. Her brashness, her confidence, her bravery... it all left him completely enamored.

So much so that he felt he didn't have the moxie to openly proclaim his adoration to her for the fear of pushing her away. If only he could muster up the courage to open his heart to her. As much as it hurt him, he'd decided not to get his hopes up of ever truly winning her over. It'd be best to keep his mouth shut on the matter.

.....

Little did he know, she had her own thoughts to share on their situation...

Luigi swallowed the growing lump in his throat. Crap, this wasn't right at all! Had he really given the impression that he was disinterested in her? It never occurred to him that she might read his attempt at modesty as a rebuttal of affections. As difficult as it was, he listened patiently as she continued.

"Then again, I know you're shy and soft spoken. Heh, hell, that's honestly one of the things I love about you. You're this sweet, sensitive, all around genuine fella... That's not something I've seen very often. That's part of what drew me to you..."

"But.... I've also noticed you seem to try to accommodate other's needs and wants... Even if it takes away from you, yourself... The last thing I'd want to do is take advantage of that. I absolutely do NOT want to drag you into something you're not interested in. So I-... I-I guess what I'm trying to say is that... I want to know your true feelings... I'd like to know formally if you'd actually..," she paused, biting her lower lip almost bashfully, "want to be in a relationship with me..."

His heart sank with every word that came out of her mouth. Because his feelings for her WERE very strong... So strong that he wasn't entirely sure how to express them verbally. Sure he hadn't made blatant statements of his affection out loud, but his reasoning was simply that...

He never actually thought his feelings would be reciprocated.

And so he kept those feelings inside, to not be known by anyone but himself. Granted, his brother could read him like a book(and vice versa), but to her? His silence was just that; Silence. Meaning now he had to clarify what his true thoughts were about this spitfire of a lady he'd grown to swoon over.

A task easier said than done.

"So please, Luigi... Spare my feelings. And be honest. How do you really feel... about me?.."

He steeled himself as he tried to think of how he wanted to word what he had to say.

"Princess, I-"

"Just Daisy."

"I- Uh?.."

She shifted her stance uncomfortably. "We're way past formalities, aren't we? Please just call me by my name."

Luigi nodded. "Y-yes, yes, you're right." He took a second to clear his throat. "Daisy... I know I've not been very, eh... Direct with you. A-And I'm so sorry for that. I never, NEVER meant to make you think that I don't enjoy your company... I actually enjoy it a lot, honestly."

He fidgeted in place for a moment, trying to assess the vibe of the space they occupied. Daisy remained in her guarded position, brows still furrowed ever slightly. A shiver went down his spine.

'The way she can intimidate a person by looks alone... What a woman~💞' he thought, briefly.

"You have this, ah...," he gestured his hands in a circle motion as he tried to think of the word, "I don't know... this presence about you that is so strong, so fierce... A-And you have this passion for living life to the fullest, facing everything head on without fear... I may not be saying this correctly but..."

"...."

"You're one of a kind, Daisy. Deserving of so much more than... than an awkward tinker that doesn't know what he's talking about... I could never imagine that someone as amazing as you are... would settle for a klutz like me..."

Her expression softened as she uncrossed her arms. "You're not a ''klutz,'' Luigi..," she chuckled, "I mean, you might be a little clumsy, maybe a little awkward, but that's not a bad thing. If anything, I find it endearing. I like that you're not perfect." She smiled up at him fondly. "... that you're authentically yourself. That's more than enough for me."

Luigi's face flushed at that last statement. It took him a second to realize he'd gone silent again. He cleared his throat again. "Okay... rambling over... You deserve to hear what I've neglected to tell you."

"And that is..?" Daisy quietly asked, eyes wide in anticipation.

Taking a long, deep breath, he gingerly placed his hands on her shoulders. He tried desperately to swallow his nerves.

"Prin- Ah-... Daisy. I... I..."

He could feel the color rush to his cheeks as he sputtered. He panicked. Why NOW of all times was he drawing a blank?

"I... I uh..."

Daisy's intense, waiting gaze didn't quite help his nerves. If anything, it made it so much harder to speak his mind.

'SAY SOMETHING YOU FOOL!!' he screamed at himself internally. There had to be some way to convey his feelings clearly!

"Um...."

......

Before he could think, his hand gently traveled up her arm, past her shoulder until it caressed her face...

and then-

His heart raced. The rush of sheer bliss that clouded his mind was unreal. To hold the woman he adored so close, so intimately was.... pure ecstasy~

But all too soon he suddenly snapped back to himself.... 'Oh no... Oh no! Did I overstep?? Was this unwarranted?? What have I done?? She's gonna be so angry with me!! I have to apologize!! Oh stars, I've ruined everything!!' his mind was flooded with thoughts of regret and embarrassment.

But before he could pull away to explain himself, to express how ashamed he was... he felt her warm hands resting atop of his wrists, steadying them. Glancing up momentarily, he realized she was leaning her weight ever so slightly into him as her soft lips pressed against his own.

She was... Kissing him back?

Huh... Maybe This was the right call after all?

His eyelids slid closed and he allowed himself to enjoy the intimate moment.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity.

After a few moments, Luigi finally pulled back to look her in the eyes. With a new vigor in his demeanor, he knew exactly the words that truly described his feelings for the princess of Sarasaland.

"I love you, Daisy..."

In wonderment, she stared back at him. Then a sweet, yet sly smirk crept across her lips. "Well I'm glad the feeling's mutual... cuz I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't kiss you like that again~💕"

It seemed that FINALLY, their relationship could officially be considered solidified❤️

#mario bros #nintendo #super mario bros #luigi #luigi x daisy #luigi and daisy #luaisy #princess daisy #Forgive me #I'm not a gifted writer #I've had this drabble staring back at me from my drafs for the past month #Hope this isn't too cringe :') #I just craved some slight angst with these two #Also.... k-kiss👉👈

[babyboibucky]

An Avatar For An Avatar

Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Marc are both Khonshu’s avatars.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: sexual tension 😏, an angry Marc 👀, mentions of blood from a wound, slight fingering, unprotected p in v

A/N: I’m obviously having writer zoomies because of Moon Knight 😬

MAIN MASTERLIST

“We agreed to wait it out, we had a fucking plan, Marc!”

Marc ignored your rants as he walked into the safe house, stopping in the middle of the living room to compose himself.

You grabbed his arm and harshly pulled him to turn to you, “You ruined everything! If you followed what we were supposed to do, we would have Ammit’s ushabti in our hands by now!”

Marc bitterly chuckled, “We were supposed to do? We? I never agreed to it, that was your plan! You should have left me alone to do the job but then you had to interfere! Now, the ushabti is with Harrow and god knows where they went!” He said, running a hand through his hair out of frustration.

You scoffed and pointed at yourself, “I interfered? Thank fuck I did because we would have died if I didn’t help you out in there!”

Marc grunted, “I don’t need your help. I never needed it and I never will.” He said as he towered over you.

You remained in your stance, unflinching despite the anger that was evident in Marc’s eyes. You matched his gaze, “The only reason I’m here is because you are useless.”

When Khonshu chose you to become his avatar, you thought that you finally found your purpose. Everything was smooth-sailing and you always succeeded in every mission he sent you out to embark on. But then you discovered you weren’t the only one.

Khonshu had chosen two avatars.

Marc’s jaw clenched as he looked down at you, obviously ticked by what you had said, his nostril flaring from each exhale. A smirk tugged at your lips, good that he was affected by it. He needed to be humbled anyways.

A low chuckle echoed in the air followed by Khonshu’s response.

She isn’t wrong, Marc.

You frowned and turned around to look at Khonshu who appeared at the doorway to one of the rooms, “You think this is funny? May I remind you that you’re just as fucking useless without the both of us.” You pointed at Khonshu.

Marc snickered, “I mean…she isn’t wrong, Khonshu.” He mocked.

You quickly turned to face Marc again, “I’m not done with you. I’m not done with the both of you.” You said and glanced at Khonshu.

“You only made me your avatar to clean up this idiot’s mess. And you never even told me about it!” You complained to Khonshu.

Marc interrupted and stepped in between you and Khonshu, “He never told me about you as well!”

“I was doing so well on my own!” You huffed out, clearly exhausted from the whole avatar situation, “I was good. Great, even. And then I found out about you and initially, I thought we’ll work things out. But your ego is so fucking huge it trapped me!” You said.

Marc shook his head, “I’m not the only one with a huge ego here.”

You have a bigger ego, Marc.

You groaned, “Stop interfering, Khonshu.” You warned.

“No, Marc. You’re not the only one and that’s the problem. Working with you is already such a difficult task but then you had to bring in Steven and that makes three of us.” You pointed out, placing your hands on your hips.

Marc rolled his eyes, walking away from you, “Yeah, thank you for pointing out the obvious.”

Are we done here?

“Yes, in fact, I am very done babysitting his ass.” You said, letting out a sharp exhale before gathering your things.

Marc merely snickered, “Of course you’d quit because if there’s someone who needs to be humbled down, it’s you. You’re fucking selfish, you’re a brat who can’t accept defeat. You always boss people around and you think you’re better than everyone but guess what? You’re just as useless because if it wasn’t for me fucking up, you wouldn’t be here.” He said.

Your blood boiled but even before you could spit out a rebuttal, Marc was quick to shut you up with another truth bomb.

“If you think that quitting would make you the bigger person, it won’t. It only proves that you’re a coward because you’re afraid of being accountable for your actions. You’re not as great as you think you are, you’re bound to make mistakes. But if you can’t be mature enough to accept that fact and actually work this out with me, then go.” Marc encouraged you.

“You’re a strong, independent woman, right? You’re so used to being alone, hell, you’re great at being alone so I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem if you went your own way.”

You hated Marc even more now, not because he seemed to have the upper hand in the argument but because he was right. Everything he said about you was right.

When you found out about sharing the mantle with someone else, you were intimidated. Prior to becoming Khonshu’s avatar, you felt like you were behind everyone else and that you were useless. And when you were chosen, you finally felt like you were great at something.

Marc came back and all your plans and ideas were pushed aside, you tried to lead but Marc knew better. He always did and you hated it, so you compromised and acted tough. You tried to become a leader, tried to assert authority but the more you did, the more you were prone to slipping up.

It wasn’t Marc’s entire fault that the mission failed, he was clear when he said that your plan was suicide. You didn’t listen and in an attempt to prove him wrong, you interfered and well, the ushabti fell at the wrong hands.

“I’m not a coward.” Your voice was soft, a contrast to how hard you were clenching your fists.

Marc scoffed, “You are.” He stated with a smug smirk on his face.

“What are you still doing here? I thought you were done with this life? Go. Nobody cares, not even Khonshu.” He said, motioning towards the empty doorway where the god used to be.

Fucking Khonshu really left in the middle of an argument.

“You’re an ass.” You said, “I’m not a coward, Marc. I’m not.” You pressed.

“What? Can’t leave? Let me guess, because you’re lonely? You don’t have anyone to go back to—“

“Shut up!” You screamed and charged towards Marc, pushing him on his chest hard.

Marc hissed in pain, folding down while wrapping an arm around his abdomen. You rolled your eyes at his reaction, thinking that he might be making fun of the way you pushed him. However, you noticed the blood seeping through the fabric of Marc’s shirt.

You rushed over to him worriedly, helping him straighten up. He removed the arm around his abdomen and you gasped at the amount of blood soaking his hand.

“Take off your shirt and let me see.” You demanded.

Marc was pale, as if all his blood were drained out of his body. Despite the visible pain on his face, he managed to let out a scoff, “Trying to get me naked?” He breathed out.

You ignored his playful remark and helped him sit on the sofa. Marc grunted again as he buttoned his shirt all the way down, opening it up and revealing a long gash right across his abdomen.

“Shit, they got to you.” You mumbled before glancing up at Marc and seeing him slowly become aware of the gravity of the wound.

“I told you to keep the ceremonial suit on the entire time.” You reprimanded, “Stay there.” You huffed and quickly went to get the first aid kit.

When you returned, Marc was already laying on the couch shirtless. His entire body was glistening with sweat, his lips bluish in color and eyes sunken.

You quickly sat next to him and looked at the wound closely, “Seems like a serrated blade, not deep enough to need stitches though.” You said and brought out a bunch of cotton before wiping the blood off of his skin.

You took another clean cotton and poured an antiseptic on it, looking up at Marc to warn him, “This is gonna sting.”

Marc chuckled, “You don’t say.” He gruffly replied.

Annoyed at his sarcasm, you pressed down the cotton with no prior warning. Marc almost sat up from the stinging pain that enveloped his entire body. He hissed and grabbed at your arm tightly as he gritted his teeth.

“Not so tough now, aren’t we?” You quipped, ignoring how Marc was gripping your arm as he struggled to stay still.

You didn’t give him time to breathe and continued to clean his wound, almost smirking in satisfaction from seeing him like this.

“Give me a break, will you?” Marc groaned, his chest heaving as he took in deep and quick breaths.

Finally, you felt some pity and slowed down as you continued to patch him up. You gave him a heads up that you’ll be applying some ointment next and that it probably won’t hurt as much as before.

Your eyes were fixated on his wound as you worked on it, however, you couldn’t stop yourself from observing how his abdomen was contracting every once in a while, emphasizing his muscles.

You swallowed and ignored the heat creeping up from your neck to your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” Marc mumbled softly.

Surprised at his apology, you looked up at him and felt a dash of relief when you noticed how his skin was gaining back some color.

“For what?” You said, feigning cluelessness.

You straightened up and gathered some gauze and medical tape, “I need to bandage you. Can you sit up a bit?” You asked.

Too focused on fixing the bandages, you didn’t notice that Marc had sat up straight, slightly leaning back on his palms for support. You lifted your head up and almost gasped at the close proximity of his face with yours.

“I didn’t mean to say those words.” Marc whispered.

You kept your head low and ignored how your heart began pounding against your chest when you felt Marc’s nose slightly brush against your forehead.

“You were right though.” You admitted, leaning closer to Marc as you started wrapping his torso with the bandage.

“Being an avatar made me feel like I was finally good at something. I was scared of being a nobody again when you came back. I should be the one apologizing. We both have our own battles to fight, I should’ve kept that in mind. I’m sorry.” You softly explained, continuing with the bandage.

Marc took in a sharp breath and let out a soft groan when you slightly tightened the bandages around his waist, “Sorry, is it too tight?” You asked.

You looked up at Marc and was met with his beautiful dark eyes. He shook his head, maintaining eye contact while slightly inching towards you until you could feel his breath fanning against your face.

“No, I’m good.” He responded.

You nodded and pursed your lips as you finished up, securing the bandage on his waist. Unconsciously, you rested your hand on top of Marc’s chest. His heart was pounding fast, almost at the same rate as yours.

“Thank you.” Marc said as he reached for your hand on his chest, holding your wrist gently.

You took in a deep breath before meeting his gaze again. It was quiet for a couple of seconds, the anger and worry now gone and replaced by something else.

Something stronger, something that’s always been there between you and Marc but never was acknowledged.

It was when you saw Marc’s eyes drop down to your lips that the invisible tension broke. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a passionate kiss that made you moan into his mouth.

You gripped his thighs tightly as you kissed him back, parting your mouth to accommodate his tongue. Marc’s hand on your neck slid down to cup your breast through your clothing, squeezing it while his other hand began to work on your pants.

Marc forgot about his wound and moved too roughly, making him hiss and cry out in pain. You pulled away from the kiss and worriedly checked his wound.

“I don’t think now’s the right time for this.” You lightly chuckled.

Marc merely smiled before leaning in for another kiss, his hand continuing to open up your pants but now slower and even more careful than before.

He licked your lower lip before nudging the tip of your nose with his, “Let me taste you.” He whispered, licking his fingers before slipping his hand inside your underwear without breaking eye contact.

Your eyelids fluttered at the first sensation of Marc’s fingers against your folds. Hips slightly lifting up from the couch, you let out a soft moan as Marc continued to rub your aching cunt.

He removed his hand and sucked on his fingers, closing his eyes as he hummed at your taste. Marc kissed you again and removed your top, followed by your pants until you were left in just your underwear.

“You’re gonna fuck up your wound.” You said as Marc guided you to straddle his hips before he laid down on the couch.

Marc gripped your neck and slowly pulled you down to him, pressing your forehead against his, “Then you can patch me up and we can do this all over again.” He said with a cheeky grin, reaching behind you to pull his cock out of the confines of his pants.

You kissed him again and breathed out when you felt Marc tease your pussy with his hard cock, rubbing the tip up and down your slit. He left you quite breathless as he continued to tease you, sliding in just the tip enough to gather more wetness before spreading it along your folds again.

“Marc, please…” you pleaded, your need to get filled up growing stronger and stronger.

“It’s okay, I got you.” He said into your mouth before finally sliding his cock in, slowly but surely.

You let out a shaky breath as you started moving, keeping your pace slow, making sure that Marc wouldn’t exert any force that would affect his wound.

Marc kept his hands on your hips, sliding lower to cup your ass as you rode his cock gently. No matter how much he wanted to thrust into you faster, he couldn’t due to his situation.

He allowed you to take full control, letting you move at your own speed while pressing kisses all over your face and neck.

Your breaths mingled, your sweat dripping all over Marc from the humidity. Marc kissed your chin and looked at you, his mouth agape as he let out grunt after grunt.

“God, fuck. You feel so good…” he said.

You whined and nuzzled your face into the crook of his shoulder, licking the sweat on his skin. Even with the slow, steady pace of Marc’s cocking sliding in and out of your pussy, you could feel the onset of a powerful release.

Both your arms and thighs were burning from keeping your full weight from laying on Marc but you kept on moving your hips, holding back from going faster.

“Go on, ride me faster.” He said against your lips.

“Your wound—“

“Trust me, I’ll be fine.” He said confidently, slightly thrusting into you to urge you.

That one particular thrust hit your sweet spot and broke all your inhibitions, making your bounce on Marc’s harder and faster until your toes curled from the pleasure.

Marc squeezed your ass before spreading your cheeks wider, letting your cunt feel the stretch of his dick even more. You panted against his mouth and lifted your body up, planting your hands on his chest as leverage.

Marc’s breathy groans helped you reach your peak, pushing you over the edge until you came with a shaky moan. Your entire body continued to buzz with pleasure as you continued to ride him until he choked on his words, spilling his release inside of your cunt.

You bent forward and opened your eyes, seeing Marc look up at you with a satisfied smile. Leaning forward, you gave him one last kiss before carefully getting off, slightly whimpering at the way his softening cock slipped out of your pussy, leaving you feeling empty.

The both of you quickly dressed up and after checking on Marc’s wound to see that it didn’t bleed nor worsened, you heaved out a sigh of relief.

A comfortable silence followed while the both of you settled down. You started organizing the first aid kit while Marc stayed on the couch and watched you move around with a silly smile on his face.

A familiar hum resounded in the place, followed by someone clearing his throat. Khonshu was back.

Can we now plan on how to get Ammit’s ushabti back or am I interrupting?

#bbb writes #moon knight #marc spector #marc spector smut #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #oscar isaac

[whorefordean]

Can I request a jj maybank one with prompt 11 on the unrequited love prompt list??

a/n- <why yes you can> okay so i don’t love this but i did enjoy writing it. hope you enjoy! thanks for the request!! <3

sour devotion

jj maybank x reader

warnings: none i think just angsty

wc: 951

“it’s embarrassing being this devoted to someone who couldn’t even entertain the thought.”

———————————————

you watched as jj threw his head back laughing at something kiara had said. her slender hands had gripped his knee to steady herself, like it was second nature to cling onto jj.

you could feel the jealousy rising under your skin. you had told kiara months ago how you felt about jj. you even went as far as telling her that you might be in love with him. kiara didn’t want to tell you that she also was falling in love with jj.

“kie, please! i can’t breathe,” jj begged as he gasped for air. the joke hadn’t been that funny.

you stood up from your position on john b’s couch. you earned a few looks as you started to pick up your mess and gather your things to leave.

“where are you going?” pope piped up.

“home,” you replied shortly. you didn’t say anything else until jj spoke up.

“what’s wrong? you just got here?” he asked with furrowed brows. you noticed his hand was now sitting on top of kie’s, who still had hers placed on his knee. kiara noticed your gaze. you felt your cheeks heat up, and your throat was starting to burn.

“i’d rather not get into all my problems right now,” you laughed in an attempt to play it cool. you really didn’t feel like a love confession was the best way to end this night. especially knowing you wouldn’t receive one.

“y/n, come one. what’s wro-“ jj started. his mouth snapped shut when you interrupted him.

“jj, i am begging you to drop it,” you snapped at him. everyone in the room stared silently at you, glancing between you and jj.

jj gently moved kie’s hand off his leg and stood up. he approached you cautiously. you let him. jj placed a tentative hand on your shoulder. he watched you with pleading eyes, waiting for you to crack.

“it’s embarrassing being this devoted to someone who would never even entertain the thought,” you sighed out, a small tear escaping your eye.

john b and pope exchanged a look of shock. they weren’t surprised that you were in love with jj. in fact, they knew without you ever telling them. they were just surprised you had finally built up the courage to admit it.

jj shifted uncomfortably. your confession made him queasy. he loved you the same way he loved john b. like a sibling.

“y/n, i’m so sorry if i ever gave you mixed signals, but,” jj removed his hands from your shoulders, “i just don’t see you like that.”

your chest ached. you knew this was coming. you had mentally prepared for it. you played out this exact scenario a thousand times in your head. but it hurt even worse hearing his voice say it out loud.

“i know that, jj. that’s why i didn’t say anything. i know it’s not me you’re in love with,” you said, glancing quickly at kie. jj noticed your eyes shift behind him, and he blushed.

“it’s not like that,” he was quick to rebuttal. you let out a shaky laugh.

“it is like that, jay. i can see how you look at her,” you paused, unsure if you should continue, “ because that’s how i look at you.” you had hoped to save yourself some dignity but it’s obvious that’s no longer an option.

the room fell silent again as you continued shoving your stuff into your bag. you threw your bag over your shoulder and left with a quick “goodbye”. john b and pope watched you leave with pity in their eyes.

it was dark outside, and the only sounds were those of the crickets chirping. you rushed off of john b’s porch, feeling a heavy knot in your chest. you had never felt so humiliated in your life.

it was easy to let things roll off your shoulder most of the time. how are you supposed to continue hanging out with all of your friends when they how you felt about one of them?

you were pulled from your thoughts when the door opened again. jj stepped out of the door. the knot in your chest sunk, forming into a ball of nausea at the thought of being alone with him after what just happened.

you continued walking, ignoring his looming presence catching up to you.

“y/n,” jj started. he paused. you took the opportunity to fill the empty.

“i wasn’t gonna tell you, like ever. i was gonna get over it. i thought it was just a crush. turns out those things grow up really fast,” you told him. he laughed lightly at your comment, but his smile stopped quickly.

“i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. and i didn’t mean to embarrass you. i’m really sorry, y/n,” jj apologized. you groaned.

“you don’t have to be sorry, jj. it’s my fault. i let myself get too attached to the idea of us even when i knew it wasn’t happening. don’t blame yourself for your feelings or lack of,” you told him. you wiped away your tears, forcing yourself to stop.

“i don’t want this to ruin our friendship.”

“i need some time, jj. i don’t know how to navigate this anymore now that you know i have feelings for you. it’s awkward and mortifying that all of our friends are also aware,” you confessed. jj nodded silently. he stepped closer to hug you, and you let him.

“see ya, y/n,” jj mumbled. his words were slurred as his chin rested against your shoulder. you wrapped your arms around him for the last time.

“goodbye, jj.”

#jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank outer banks #obx #rudy pankow #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank concept

[lustncity]

smut - johnny x fem!reader

a week after you got cheated on by your boyfriend of a year, you finally decided to stop being miserable, go out, drink, and have a fun time. you invited your bestfriend, johnny, to go drink at your favorite club that you always go to if you want to have a guaranteed fun.

johnny is just watching you as you effortlessly took your 7th shot of tequila. your cheeks are red and it’s obvious that you’re already drunk.

“that’s your last. you can’t have more.” he said as he took the shot glass away from you. johnny only had two shots because he decided that it’d be better to just take care of you.

“you’re such a party pooper.” you rolled your eyes.

johnny doesn’t even want to argue with you because he knows you never run out of rebuttal when you’re drunk.

the alcohol in your system is making you talk nonsense. “you and my asshole ex are just the same.” you don’t even know what you’re saying. you just want to bicker with johnny after he refrained you from drinking.

“no, i’m not.”

“yes, you are.”

“y/n… that son of a bitch cheated on you. he treated you like shit for the whole year you guys were together. i’m even surprised you lasted that long.”

you stared at him as he talked. his frustration is evident as he’s talking about your ex and how horribly he treated you.

“just forget about him. there are other guys out there that’s so much better than him. not better than me, though.” he laughs softly, trying to cheer you up.

“let’s just be together, then. if you’re better than every guy out there then why don’t i just date you?” you said with a straight face.

complete silence for a whole minute. johnny is processing what you said.

“y/n, are you being serious right now?” he can’t tell if you are just fucking with him or being genuine because you are drunk but you look completely serious.

“yes, i am, john.. well, you are already my bestfriend. you take good care of me. i am comfortable around you. you’re always there when i need you. you are tall, which is my type. you’re a very good-looking guy and so fucking ho-“

you didn’t get to finish your sentence as he kissed you hungrily on the lips. you didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back. “let’s get out of here.” he whispered.

johnny took your hand and lead you towards an empty alleyway outside the club. you guys were far enough the alleyway so no one would be able to see you.

he pinned you against the wall and kissed you again passionately. his hands roamed and groped every inch of your body, one of his hands squeezed your ass making you gasp into his mouth.

he slipped his hand underneath your dress and touched your clothed pussy. “damn, you’re wet.”

you unzipped his pants as you’re getting a little impatient with all the foreplay. he took his cock out and you sigh heavily as he’s taking his time teasing you when you’re already throbbing and very needy.

he lifts you up and pulls your legs to wrap around him. he pulls your panties to the side and started rubbing the tip of his cock in your clit. “john..” you moaned in his ear.

“you’re so tight.” johnny slowly thrusted into you. he’s putting it in inch by inch. he knows you like it rough but he doesn’t want to hurt you. he’s undeniably so big, you always knew since it’s always obvious with his bulge.

his pace is starting to get faster making you whimper and gasp. with each stroke he hits your g-spot making you scream in pleasure.

thrust after thrust, johnny fucks you harder against the wall. you let your bestfriend pound into you, still making out sloppily as he fucks you hard and fast.

you are tugging his hair as you’re moaning into his mouth. the both of you are approaching your high.

“cum inside.”

johnny thrusted even faster after you whispered that in his ear. your nails are digging into his back as you cry out reaching your orgasm. you both moaned as he snaps his hips and shoots his cum inside of you.

“i always knew i could fuck you good, y/n.”

“the best, even.” you replied.

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[that-sarcastic-writer]

Sweet As Pie (Beau Arlen)

Pairing: Beau Arlen X F!Reader

Summary: Beau has a crush on you, so with a bit of help from Jenny, he asks you out.

Warnings: Bit of language, this is literally candy cane fluff

WC: 1.9k

A/N: I meant it when I said I was gonna write for beau. He's so sweet, I adore him. Might or might not write some more for him, depends how this does. What can I say, I'm in my jensen era. Enjoy the pure fluff, you usually don't get this from me. I'm gonna proceed to disappear for another 3 months now.

Note if you're seeing this for a second time, yes, I am reposting this. I had some issues with the tags/dash and it wasn't showing up at all. So I'm trying again. Fingers crossed. No changes tho.

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

“You’re so into her.”

“I am not.” Even he grimaced at that, his eyebrows furrowed and he pulled his lips into a pout of disapproval, who was he kidding, he knew Jenny was right. But it wasn’t like he could say that out loud. 

When he pulled his ass halfway across the country after his daughter and ex wife, the last thing he expected was to fall for the owner of the local bakery—you. But who wouldn’t? When he met you he was absolutely speechless. The bright smile on your lips, your welcoming attitude, your pretty eyes and your sweet words, they left him flustered. And then he tasted one of your pies, and he knew he was absolutely entranced by you. 

Beau Arlen had a crush on you. Big time. 

He thought he did a pretty good job at hiding it, but after you stopped by the station to drop off a freshly baked cherry pie for him, Jenny caught on. That and the fact that he would not shut the fuck up about you. That was a pretty big tell too. But he thought he was being pretty casual, or at least you seemed to think so, in your clueless nature since apparently it was pretty obvious the sheriff had a bit of a thing for you. 

“Really?” Jenny raised an eyebrow, head tilted to the side, clearly unimpressed. Beau opened his mouth to argue, but quickly realized he had nothing to say, so his lips quickly fell into a line and he shook his head, pretty much running away from Jenny and her persistent stare as he walked into the station. 

He had hoped she would leave him alone about it, that some criminal would change her focus, but much to his dismay, she followed him and she had this knowing look that reminded him of when a mother knew her son had a crush on the pretty girl at school. And at his age, he absolutely did not like that idea at all. 

“Okay, can you not?” He finally stopped and turned around to look at her, only to find that look intensifying along with a small grin and her hands on her hips. 

“What?”

“Can you not look at me like that?” 

She had to hold back a laugh, “Like what?”

Beau rolled his eyes, his head falling to the side with annoyance as he let out a sigh, “Like you know some embarrassing secret.” 

“Well it’s not a secret, you like her, and everyone has noticed by now.” She pointed out with a shrug like it was a simple fact. Beau once again opened his mouth to argue, but his lips simply parted, no actual rebuttal coming out, which only made Jenny snicker even more. “See, for once in your life you’re actually speechless.” 

“Y’know what,” He clicked his tongue, not wanting to be ridiculed further, “I don’t think this is somethin’ we should be discussing at the station. We actually have work to do, y'know, catch criminals and whatnot, so if we could just drop the subject.” He made a gesture with his hand, hoping the shade of pink that he could feel dusting across his freckled face wasn’t noticeable. 

“You know, considering how much you love to talk, one would think you would’ve asked her out by now,” She continued, earning her a small glare from Beau, which only made her chuckle. “She’d probably say yes, she’s so into you.”

Beau opened his mouth to disagree, but quickly closed his mouth when the words sunk in. He stood still for a second as he contemplated the idea of you actually liking him, as more than just a friend that was. He thought about the way you would smile at him whenever he talked to you about his daughter, the way you would burst into this cute giggle when he complimented your sweet touch, or how your eyes always seemed to light up when he would walk into your bakery. He thought about it. He smiled at the idea. But then again, you were sweet by nature, so maybe all of those things were just that, your sweet nature and nothing more right? He would just be making a fool of himself by asking you out. Surely, someone as pretty as you was already spoken for. Somehow he hadn't dared to ask. 

“She’s not into me. We're just friends. Just like you and me are friends, and just how Cassie and I are friends. There’s nothin’ more to it.” He finally responded, almost as if he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince Jenny. But you didn’t need detective skills to know he didn’t believe that, and neither did she. 

“You don’t look at Cassie or me the way you look at her, and she sure as hell doesn’t look at other people the way she looks at you. I’m not blind, I’ve been around you two.” She pointed out, now her hands folded over his chest and her head tilted. “Just ask her out. It’s that simple.”

Beau mimicked her stance from a few second ago, his hands on his hips as he leaned down to speak to her level, “That ain’t gonna happen. I’m not asking—” As soon as your name slipped from his tongue, he immediately regretted it because a second or two later, he heard the gentle sound of your voice. He didn’t have to turn around to know you were there, he could just tell it was you, the sound of your voice and your sweet cinnamon and vanilla scent being ingrained in his brain by then. 

“You’re not asking me what?” You asked with curiosity and a bit of confusion, having walked into the station a minute prior and having found Jenny and Beau having a conversation, his back to you. 

“Jesus,” Beau breathed out, his face now turning a shade of red as he turned around to face you, but even then he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his pink lips at the sight of you, he couldn’t help the way his chest pounded either. “I wasn’t expecting to see you ‘round here. How’re you doin’ sweetheart?” Despite the fluttering in his stomach, his charm was always ever so present, and especially knowing just how flustered he made you, and this time it was no different. 

“I’m good. I just, y’know, I was testing my new chocolate pecan pie recipe and I thought that maybe you would want to try some?” You bit your lip, motioning to the styrofoam box in your hand. He hadn’t even noticed that. His focus was completely taken by the pretty sundress that fell just above your knees and the glow that radiated over your face, your eyes lighting up with that look he absolutely adored. “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve called first, I thought about you.. That you would really like this pie, ‘cause you like pie and all.” 

“Oh, wow, well that’s awfully kind of you. Thank you,” He smiled, happily taking the box from you, his fingers grazing yours briefly, but it was enough to make you shudder a bit. “And don’t ever apologize for bringing me food, I’ll always welcome anythin’ you give me.” 

A smile replaced the flustered look on your face and you nodded at him, eyes locking with his green ones as you looked up at him. Five, maybe ten seconds went by when you remembered that Jenny was just standing there watching your exchange with Beau. Your eyes landed on her and you laughed awkwardly. 

“I’m sorry, hi Jenny. It’s nice to see you.” You said to her with a smile, which she welcomed, but she looked amused, even more so when she exchanged looks with Beau before she looked back at you. 

“Hey, it’s nice to see you too. We were actually talking about you just now.”

Your eyebrows shot up, and you tilted your head with curiosity, looking between her and the sheriff, “Oh? Nothing bad I hope.”

“Oh, no, no, of course not. Beau was just telling me that he wanted to ask you something.” Beau turned his head in her direction, eyes wide like they were going to pop out if their sockets and a flutter of pink dusted over his cheeks as his lips opened and closed a few times. 

You looked between both of them a bit confused and nervous at the same time, “Oh. Okay, well, what's up?” You asked Beau with a small smile. But the blonde just stared at you, teeth digging into his bottom lip. 

“Okay, I have work to do, so find me when you’re done,” Jenny said to Beau with a tiny grin before she looked at you, “It was nice seeing you.” She gave you a small nod before she disappeared down one of the hallways, leaving you and Beau.

He still hadn't said anything, which worried you since he always had something to say. “Beau?”

Beau was mentally cursing at himself, not understanding why he was having such a difficult time saying such simple words. Deep down he knew you liked him too, but he didn’t want to fuck this up too. He liked you too much, and he didn’t think he could handle anothet disappointment. But as his eyes found yours, always so sweet and so patient, not at all bothered by his indecisiveness, but more so curious and endearing, he just couldn’t keep the words in any longer. 

“What the hell,” He let out a heavy breath, eyes closing for a second before he found your eyes again, his chest pounding and blood rushing to his ears, “Do you wanna go on a date sometime? With me?”

The words left his mouth so fast you barely understood what he was asking you. It took a good second or two for his words to actually sink in. He was starting to get worried and panic flashed through his eyes. And then you smiled, bigger than he had ever seen you smile. 

“Yeah.” Was all you could say in a breath, a smile tugging at your lips.

Beau blew out a breath of relief, a smile of his own forming on his lips, “Yeah?” 

You nodded a bit too quickly, “Yeah, I’d love to go on a date with you.” 

“Okay, great.” He laugh softly, resting a hand over his rapidly beating heart. Now he was matching your slightly overbearing enthusiasm, but fuck, how could he not, you were an absolute dream. “How does tomorrow at eight sound?”

You bit your lip, tugging it under your teeth and you fiddled with the hem of your dress, thinking for a second before nodding eagerly, “Sounds great.”

“Eight it is then.” He chuckled, the smile on his lips so big wrinkles formed on the corner of his eyes, which you personally found absolutely adorable.

You chewed on your bottom lip, not being able to hide the smile on your lips as you took a step towards him, “See you at eight sheriff,” You giggled softly as you stood on the tip of your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, the heat on his skin matching your own. 

“See ya at eight darlin’” He called out after you as he watched you leave the station, the biggest smile on his face as he mentally thanked Jenny for embarrassing him, and just how much paperwork he was going to make her do for it.

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[kybercrystals94]

Misplaced

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023 | Day 24 | Prompt 24: “I thought they were with you.”

Rating: G

Words: 673

Summary: **I can’t resist some gentle whump once in awhile. No permanent damage done, just a lesson learned, you know?**

“One job, you had one job, Echo,” the cyborg mutters, eyes scanning another side street. Hunter’s going to kill me.

“Make sure she’s within arm’s reach of you at all times,” Hunter had said.

Echo had rolled his eyes. “I was an ARC trooper, Hunter. I think I can handle watching a little girl.”

It all happened so fast. One minute, Omega was right there at his side, chattering endlessly about everything she saw: the architecture, the culture, the vendors, the sky, the ground, that plant, that pebble…Echo had, admittedly, started to tune her out, focusing his attention on finding a shop that sold a part he needed for the Marauder’s mainframe.

“Omega,” Echo said, “keep an eye out—” he looked down at his sister only to find the place she had occupied at his side empty. He looked to his other side, behind him, around him. His heart rate spiked so fast he felt the vein pulsing in his neck. “Omega? Where are you?” He tried to sound casual, unconcerned. It didn’t work.

Echo is trying not to panic. It won’t do him or Omega any good if he panics. What did they tell her to do if she got separated from the squad? Stay where you are. We’ll find you. But when and where had Omega realized she was lost? Where would she be waiting? Would she be waiting? What if a bounty hunter took her? Or another nefarious individual? The universe is full of them. Echo curses under his breath.

He should comm the others, have them help search. She’s been missing for…five standard minutes? Anything can happen in five minutes. Force, Echo!

“Echo?”

The man turns sharply and finds himself face to face with Tech.

Tech is glancing around. “Where is Omega? I thought she was with you.”

“She was,” Echo says, “But she wandered off.”

“You lost her.”

“Don’t just stand there,” Echo says, “help me find her!”

“Have you tried her comm?”

Echo blinks. He kind of forgot about that.

“I take that as a no,” Tech replies primly. He takes out his comm. “Omega, do you copy?”

“Tech! I found the coolest vendor. They sell all sorts of things!” Omega’s excitable voice immediately replies.

“And would Echo agree?” Tech asks.

There is a long pause. “Uhm. I think I lost him.”

“Fortunately for you,” Tech says, “I found him. I will return him to you in short order. Stay where you are.”

“I’m not a lost tooka,” Echo grumbles as he follows Tech through the streets to Omega’s location.

“You certainly looked like one.” The smirk in Tech’s voice is oh-so-painfully obvious. “I’ve never seen you so frantic.”

“I wasn’t frantic.”

“Hmmm. Why didn’t you think of communicating with Omega over comms?”

“I forgot we’d given her one.”

“Because you were in a state of panic which clouds logical thought.”

Echo knows he doesn’t have any right to be annoyed with Tech’s smug assessment of the situation, so he grits his teeth and doesn’t offer a rebuttal. Tech glances over his shoulder, and Echo sees that his brother’s eyes alight with amusement.

“I’m sure we’ve all learned a valuable lesson,” Tech continues, “I don’t see why it would have to be reiterated by Hunter.”

“You’re not going to tell him?” Echo asks.

Tech rolls his eyes. “I could fill several data pads with the things I haven’t told Hunter.”

Echo wishes he could see those metaphorical data pads.

They arrive at Omega’s location, and the girl bounds up to them, grabbing Echo’s hand. “I am so sorry, Echo! I turned around and you were just gone!”

“I could say the same thing about you, kid,” Echo huffs. But he gives her hand a squeeze. “How about we do better about sticking together, huh?”

Omega nods emphatically. “Yes, sir!”

“I think it’s best if I keep an eye on the both of you the remainder of this expedition,” Tech says loftily. “Come along, I still need to find a couple of parts for the hyperdrive…”

END

Author’s Note: There is no fear quite the same as misplacing a child in your care…and I don’t think even level headed Echo is immune.

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[pissgoblin973]

i have a wee theory about the whole “canon” events thingie mentioned in atsv. it’s been marinated in my mind for a while. here’s my take, yes this will include spoilers, i love this film so so much even after my fourth watch >:3

1. canon events are not set in stone. or at least in the way that miguel makes it seem.

here’s my reasoning: there are some canon events that cannot possibly be met for all variants of spider-man (eg. having a love interest, getting married, being bit by a radioactive spider) these events function better if they are understood as a mathematical formula with a quota ???

i’ll break it down like this — what each canon event has in common is the purpose and the lesson it is supposed to teach spider-man. the universe can adjust and create exceptions much easier that way, leading to why there are gaps where some universes are intact when according to miguel they should not be.

eg. finding a love interest vs an aromantic spider-person

keeping my interpretation in mind what could happen instead is that the spider-person harbours a strong platonic relationship that serves it purpose to teach the same lessons/award them with the same outcome of character development to help them on their journey. thus, meeting the quota and being recognised as a canon event, continuing their story without altering their universe.

2. not all canon events are necessary.

i think this one is pretty obvious but it has to be said. i think it makes more sense for the “universe” to be as fluid as the spider-person who exists within it. some canon events will not be necessary for their story, especially if my theory is correct and taken into account.

miguel suspiciously emphasises the importance of how these story beats creates who spiderman is …

if that is all a canon event is then there should be wiggle room or at the very least fluidity that allows more important/life altering or impactful events to occur and trivial or unnecessary situations to be optional especially if the lesson or purpose they are required to serve there is no need for them??

3. spider-man is not needed for a canon event to take place or be interrupted.

this one will take a bit more explaining so please be patient with me and of course, major major spoilers from here on out.

i’ve seen a lot of rebuttals against the “canon” events theory (and rightfully so, fuck miguel) HOWEVER.

i think we are judging him too quickly, i don’t think miguel is completely wrong but in the same way there’s no way in hell he is right either.

earth-42 is the only universe (that we know of) with no spider-man but how come it hasn’t been swallowed out of existence???

i can’t remember where i found it but when i do find the article i’ll attach it to this post but the creators of this film have hinted to miles g morales — prowler from earth-42 having a key role in the final instalment with them specifically saying “don’t judge a book by its cover…”

now we know that heroic portrayals of power exist, who’s to say that miles from earth-42 is not operating as a heroic prowler albeit with more unethical/violent methods. in that universe alternate miles has lost both a father and a police captain two canon events in one, it is possible that if the message/lesson he was intended to learn from that life event passed that the canon event was accepted …

remember it is through losing uncle ben that spider-man understands that “with great power comes great responsibility” if that lesson is learned and shapes the individual to fight crime in their own way isn’t that them being spider-man?

miles g morales was supposed to be spider-man not the miles we know from earth-1610, he may not be operating as spider-man but he has had his share of trauma and development to fulfil the quota of those necessary story beats, he is still destined to be spider-man. if those things remain intact, technically the canon is unchanged.

there are hundreds of spider people that canonically did not obtain their spider powers through being bitten but their universe still stands.

the implications of the “canon” event theory miguel presents places more importance on the trauma one has to face to become spider-man rather than the journey of healing, self discovery, identity and love that makes the hero.

ok i think that’s all ??? idk, i’ll add more things i noticed and extra points later. feel free to repost, interact with this post + gimme some of your thoughts/takes on the topic. i don’t think i’ve seen enough people discussing it so yea, i wanna create a space to uhh discuss…

anyway bye!

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[bird-inacage]

Love in the Air: Sky’s Nonchalance is a Front

Sky has a tendency to say things he doesn’t truly mean, or say things that are at complete odds with his actual feelings. To truly understand Sky, you always have to deduce the implicit things he doesn’t say, and read between the lines.

He often makes rebuttals that may come across as uncaring or disregarding. But we know better. He explicitly mentions this to Rain in Episode 4, “Every time I say you’re annoying, I never mean it.” Yes he may be the friend who rolls his eyes and emanates an air of sassy, dead-pan annoyance but he does care, and he cares greatly. 

It’s only when Sky is in a vulnerable position, that his honesty tends to reveal itself. Usually this occurs when he’s not in a position to objectively filter or control his thoughts and feelings (such as when he is sick and/or tired).

Interestingly enough, Prapai has now seen Sky when he is both at his most sick and his most tired, and knows Sky does this. He knows better than to take what Sky says on face value. Prapai has proved to have an uncanny knack for seeing straight through Sky’s verbal and non-verbal contradictions. Now even more so since he’s gotten to know Sky better, and he’s even more attuned at picking up on this sensibility.

The first example of this in Episode 11 is when Sky lets Prapai into his dorm, despite being almost half-asleep. He always behaves as if Prapai’s presence is a nuisance or an inconvenience, and never fails to shirk him off upfront. But as Prapai is putting him in bed, he reveals that he stayed awake in order to ensure he could let Prapai in and more importantly - that he wanted to. This is very telling. It shows that Sky does truly care and is being considerate in his own way, forcing himself to stay awake so he could see Prapai.

Then immediately after, he makes an adorable and candid comment about the drawing Prapai left on his palm, which instantly reveals how much Sky treasures it, despite pretending at the time that he wasn’t affected by the gesture. Prapai is incredibly moved. Sky doesn’t say these types of things freely or easily when fully conscious, and so when Prapai does get to hear these comments, it makes him incredibly happy. He’s immediately overwhelmed with his love for Sky, because these are all signs that prove Sky reciprocates his feelings.

The other clear example we get is when Sky gets seemingly ‘annoyed’ by Prapai’s apparent clinginess the morning after, and he retorts "I slept with you so that you’d stop pestering me”. Now we know for a fact this isn’t true. And so does Prapai. I almost feel like Sky is aware of how obvious a falsehood this is, but can’t help himself from saying something flippant anyway because he’s so uncomfortable with sentimentality.

Sky doesn’t just use nonchalance to feign strength and togetherness, but he also uses it as a front to project indifference. Because that suggests he’s not as invested and therefore ‘compromised’ as he would like to be. Indifference projects a sense of impenetrability. Like nothing you say or do can affect me, phase me (or hurt me). As soon as you care about something or someone, there’s a chink in your armour. There’s potential ammunition that someone could use against you or to hurt you. That’s why feigning an air of nonchalance makes it very hard for someone to target your real weak spots.

Having been a victim, I think it’s even more natural that Sky projects an aura of tight control and agency over himself and his feelings. By playing tough, you’re trying desperately to convince the whole world and yourself that you are as such. That you cannot and will not be easily compromised.

As Sky falls clearly more in love with Prapai, we see his true feelings slip through more and more frequently. He’s no longer able to maintain that air of nonchalance as seamlessly as he used to. His genuine responses are slipping through because his feelings for Prapai are overriding his ability to keep up appearances.

Sometimes Sky’s nonchalance has more of a playful or teasing air to it. Like he’s deliberately dangling his real feelings over someone for his own amusement. This often is the case with Rain particularly. And we are beginning to see this more laidback nonchalance creep in with Prapai too. That indifference is leading towards more of a sparring or bantering dynamic where Sky withholds his true feelings as a bargaining chip to get a desired response from Prapai. As seen in Episode 10 when Sky retorts “Whether now or later, I’ll always win”, (I’ll always have the upper hand because I don’t care as much as you do). Which Prapai responds with, “What choice do I have? I already lost to you.” Sky’s is secretly delighted with his answer, because he wants (and enjoys) hearing how much Prapai adores him.

As an interesting comparison, Prapai use his playfulness and teasing as a form of front also. But it’s not used in the same way that Sky does (as a defence mechanism). Prapai’s front is often used to mask his more serious and sincere traits. I think this helps Prapai be somewhat disarming, and allows him to benefit from the element of surprise. Most people will assume he’s dumber and less switched on than he actually is in reality, and therefore sorely underestimate him. This allows Prapai to out-manoeuvre someone without them even realising.

But when they are together at least, Prapai is candidly upfront and direct about how he feels, and is sincere almost to a fault. This compliments Sky really well, because he needs someone whose intentions are crystal clear. Similarly, Sky needs someone who can discern his true feelings, despite his impulsion to contradict himself via his nonchalance, which Prapai does really well.

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[7-wonders]

I'll Follow You (Into the Dark)

Summary: You're forced to team up with Darth Vader to escape from Hondo Ohnaka and his gang. Needing shelter for your weary selves after making it to civilization, you book the last room at an inn. There's just one problem—there's only one bed.

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: What's that? An "only one bed" trope? Yes, it is. You don't have to read this blurb about how you end up in this situation, but it does explain some things. I'm such a simp for suitless!Vader it's not even funny. If you enjoyed, let me know! Comments, reblogs, and likes make my world go round. Also, my inbox is always open and I love chatting about anything and everything!

It’s said that a good enemy can often be more valuable than a good ally. Truth be told, you never expected to be putting those words of wisdom to the test. Yet here you are, traversing across the craggy landscape of a petrified forest with your ultimate enemy–Darth Vader, Sith Lord. After the two of you had successfully escaped from your shared cell and recovered your lightsabers, you snuck out of Hondo Ohnaka and his gang’s stronghold. It’s been at least two hours now since you set out, sticking close to the gray remains of trees in case you needed to hide quickly. While a couple of search parties had been sent out to find you and your fellow prisoner, the Force made it easy to sense they were coming and avoid them.

The journey has been largely quiet, mostly out of necessity. Now that the suns are beginning to set though, one of you needs to break the silence if you’re going to find a shelter for tonight. Considering Darth Vader’s determination to just keep staring straight ahead as you both walk, it looks like it’s going to be up to you.

“So…what planet are we on?” you finally ask. Darth Vader shoots you a perturbed look.

“You don’t know?” You shake your head. “I thought it would be obvious. We’re on Batuu.”

“We’re in the Outer Rim?”

“You say that like you’ve never traveled this way before,” he laughs until realizing that you’re not saying anything. “You’ve never been to the Outer Rim?”

“I didn’t get off-planet very much growing up, and my entire adult life has basically been spent being told where to go by the Rebel Alliance.”

“Well, all things considered, this is one of the tamer planets for you to be on out here.”

“Ah yes, I’ve had such a warm welcome here,” you remark dryly. “Are we close to any sort of settlement? We’re going to need to find somewhere to stay for the night soon.”

“Black Spire Outpost isn’t too far from here. There’s a spaceport that can get us out of here tomorrow, and lodging for tonight.”

“How do you know we’re close?”

Instead of answering you, he points to the large black spire of petrified wood that looms over the hill. Well, now you feel stupid. Vader, to his credit, doesn’t make fun of you for this. “It’s imperative that we remain discreet. Hondo could have spies in the Outpost watching for us.”

“Let me do the talking, then.”

“It’s not as though people know what I look like outside of the mask, Rebel.”

You scowl at the use of the nickname that he continues to call you by. “You also have yellow eyes, Sith. Those are pretty recognizable no matter what.”

Though he wants to provide a rebuttal, he realizes that it would be futile and acquiesces to your suggestion. It’s another few tense minutes of hiking before you reach lights and actual civilization, and you could cry with relief when you do. There are many things that you would do for the Rebellion, but being sold off to the Hutts is not one of those things. Considering how close it came to that being your reality, you’re more than ready to get off of this planet and never look back…after some rest.

You and Vader both pull the hoods of your robes up over your heads once you enter the Outpost, wary of his earlier warning of spies. It’s disorienting trying to get around on a foreign planet without a map and while dodging many unseemly creatures who duck in and out of cantinas and casinos, but eventually you come to a building with a “Black Spire Inn” sign attached to it.

The noises of merriment outside are dampened as the door shuts behind you both. A Jablogian male sits on a stool that looks close to breaking, head against the wall and pointed ears twitching as he snores. At the sound of the door, he snorts roughly before blinking his beady green eyes open to see what’s disturbed him. He springs up quickly (as quickly as a Jablogian can) upon realizing that it’s potential customers and lumbers over to the check-in desk.

“Rising moons, travelers!” he greets you in a friendly manner. “What can I do for you?”

You step in front of Vader, who casts his face down to the ground in an attempt to keep hidden. “We come seeking shelter. Do you have any rooms available?”

“Let me see here.” He opens a log book and begins to look through the entries, scratching his protruding throat pouch and humming while he does. “Ah! You’re in luck, I have one open room left.”

“We’ll take it.”

Considering you’re in a smuggler haven, the innkeeper has the tact to not ask for your names and any other identification. Instead, he makes you pay up front (you thank the sense that you had to grab a bunch of credits from the room of bounties that also contained your lightsaber) and explains that damages will result in a heavy fine before handing you your key and sending you on your way. Nice and easy, which is sorely appreciated after the day that you’ve had.

You and Vader trudge down the halls until reaching the room that corresponds to the number on the key. You’re both exhausted, with no fight remaining to even bother speaking to each other. You’re thinking about the fact that you’re going to be able to have a hot shower and clean off the blood that’s uncomfortably crusted on the top of your head, and you assume Vader’s thinking something along those same lines too. You unlock the door and step inside, fumbling for the light switch as Vader locks everything behind you both and closes the curtains tight.

It’s when the light is on and you’re appraising the room that you realize the mistake that’s been made. It’s a fine room, what one would expect for temporary lodging in a seedy spaceport town. There’s a refresher off in the back of the room, the usual desk and chair and dresser, and in the center of the room–

“There’s only one bed,” Vader points out, dumbly pointing at the single bed that you can very much see. Though it’s a bed large enough to fit you both, that doesn’t matter, because there’s only one bed.

You groan. “Kriff, and he said this was his last room available.”

Vader tries to come up with a solution, but he can barely get out the beginning of a sentence before another potential solution hits and his brain pivots to that one instead. It would be almost amusing, if it weren’t for the situation you currently found yourselves in. You realize what needs to be done and sigh.

“Just give me a pillow and a blanket, I can sleep on the floor perfectly comfortably.”

Vader looks appalled that you would even suggest such a thing. “No! You’ll take the bed, and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

You’re not sure what sort of power play he’s attempting to pull here, but you don’t like it. “What? I offered first!”

“Don’t argue with me.” The way that he looks at you leaves no room for any rebuttal. Honestly, you’re too tired to even want to argue with him. If he feels so strongly about wanting to sleep on the floor, then he can be your guest.

“Fine, but then you get to use the shower first since you’re taking the floor.”

He glowers at you, but stomps to the refresher anyway. “Fine.”

“Fine!” you say as he slams the door shut. You fall onto the bed with a huff, but not before first throwing two pillows and a blanket onto the floor. Stupid, infuriating Sith Lord.

You continue to stew in your frustration until it’s your turn to use the shower, glaring at him (and his stupid, wet curls) as you pass. Though you want to continue to be mad at him, the heat of the shower loosens up your muscles too much for you to hold onto that anger. You stay under the water until it begins to run cold, getting out and shaking your clothes of dust and grime as much as you can before having to put them back on. It’s not the cleanest you’ve ever been, but at least you feel refreshed.

Vader is already laying down when you exit the refresher, facing away from you with the blanket pulled over his form. You can’t tell if he’s sleeping already or even if his eyes are closed, so you try to be as quiet as possible when turning the lights off and crawling into the bed. Common decency has a “good night” hanging on the tip of your tongue, but you fight it back down and instead burrow under the covers and into the pillow. Hopefully you can block out all of this enough to wake up and magically be back at the base in your barracks.

It’s still pitch black in the room when you wake up, and you whine when you realize that you’re awake while you don’t need to be. Your sleepy brain takes a moment to process what’s happening and why you’ve been so harshly pulled from your slumber. When it does process, you realize that someone whimpering and talking has woken you up. After another moment, you realize that it’s Vader whimpering and talking.

You shift the curtains just slightly to let in a bit of light from the moons in order to see what’s disturbed him. When your eyes adjust and you look down at the floor, you see his eyes are still closed and his face is pinched in fear. He’s having a nightmare, and from the tears streaking down his cheeks, it’s a rough one. You can just barely make out what he’s saying, catching words like “no” and “don’t.” 

You’re not sure what to do. Aren’t you not supposed to wake up a person that’s having a nightmare, or is that just for sleepwalkers? He lets out a particularly loud cry, which spurs you into action. You kneel next to him on the floor and gently shake his shoulder.

“Psst!” you whisper. “Wake up!”

That doesn’t work, and he continues to shake his head while mumbling. You sigh and roll your eyes, shaking him a little harder.

“You’re having a nightmare, you need to–!”

His eyes shoot open suddenly, and you barely have time to even react before his fight-or-flight kicks in. Quicker than you could ever even attempt to do, he has you pinned to the ground on your back with a hand wrapped around your throat. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you stare up at him with wide eyes. He’s still half-asleep, wild with the perceived threat and the feeling of being startled out of his dreamscape. Yet, even in this state, he could still very easily kill you. The thought makes you panic, and you fight to stay calm under him.

“V–Anakin,” you whisper. You’re not sure why you use his real name, but it comes out before you can do anything about it. “Anakin, you’re alright. You’re safe, you were having a nightmare.”

“Y/n?” Vader blinks a couple of times, then looks at you again as if he’s seeing you for the first time. “Y/n!” His hand releases from your neck and he scrambles backwards, horror evident on his face.

You should probably be a little more scared, considering you just had a hand around your throat and you were completely defenseless. Yet you don’t care about that right now. The only thing that you care about is making sure that the man in front of you is okay. “Are you alright?”

He’s crying, and holds a hand in front of him when you try to get closer. “I–I hurt you!”

“No, you didn’t. I shouldn’t have woken you up so suddenly, not when I knew you were having a nightmare.” It was partially your fault, you’ll admit. After all, people that grew up well-adjusted don’t become Sith. You grab his hand and force him to allow you to sit in front of him. “You’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

“I’m a monster,” he admits.

He is a monster. He has killed without hesitation and slaughtered villages without mercy. He’s ruthless and terrifying, the type of person who would torture anyone he believed to have information he needed. He hurts people and strikes fear into their very souls, and he enjoys doing so.

As you sit with him though, you don’t see that monster. Instead, you see someone that’s frightened and obviously going through something, someone that’s in need of comfort. And you can’t turn your back on that, even if you wanted to.

“You’re upset and scared. Please come lay down, you need rest.” Against your better judgment, and against Vader’s protests, you make him get in the bed that you were sleeping in. He seems to have calmed down during this process, and you smile reassuringly at him as you make sure that he’s comfortable and no longer on the verge of a breakdown. Satisfied, you turn to take his place on the floor when he grabs your wrist.

“Please…don’t leave me.”

You hesitate, but there’s not much fight left in you. Even if it weren’t the middle of the night and you weren’t exhausted, you can see that there’s enough room in the bed for both of you without having to be right next to Vader. Besides, what are you going to do, kick him back to the floor after he’s had a nightmare? No, you’ll both share.

“Alright,” you say, “but don’t expect me to hold you or anything like that.”

He laughs softly, more an exhale of air than an actual laugh, but it’s enough to let you know that he’s starting to come out of whatever nightmare had him in its grasp. “I’d never dream of it.”

You’ll never admit it, but it’s comforting to have a person next to you, even if you’re trying to put as much space between you as possible. Just knowing that there’s somebody there, even if you may not be fond of that person, seems to make it a little easier to breathe. Within a matter of minutes, you can feel yourself tipping back into sleep. Before you do, Vader speaks.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, staring up at the ceiling. You hum and think you say something like “don’t mention it,” but can’t be too sure of it before you’re fully asleep.

The suns are actually in the sky the next time you wake up, which makes the whole “waking up” thing not nearly as painful. Still, the kidnapping and escape seem to have taken their toll on your body, and you yawn tiredly as you bury your face against the hard chest, that’s surprisingly comfy, that you’ve been using as a pillow. The arm that’s draped across your side tightens against you at your movement, and you sigh at the blissful feeling of simply being held by someone.

Then you realize where you are, and the spell breaks. Your eyes snap open and you look around to see that you’re laying on your side and facing Vader, who has his arms wrapped around you while you slept on his chest. The lines of worry and anger are softened in sleep, and his full lips are just slightly open as he breathes quietly and evenly (it’s endearing, though you’re not going to admit that to yourself or to anyone else). One of your legs is thrown over his, and you can feel your face burning in embarrassment as you try to remain calm and not freak out. 

Your movement seems to have woken him up though, and you watch as he goes through the same process as you. He groans at waking up, scrunching up his face in displeasure before shifting and burying his head against your hair. Suddenly he stiffens and looks down at you with eyes as wide as you’re sure yours are.

Near-simultaneously, you break apart from each other and scramble to opposite sides of the bed. You find yourself very interested in a stray string on the comforter, and Vader picks at a spot on the back of his hand. The clock on the wall across from you shows that it’s 0924. “The spaceport should be open by now,” you point out, still not looking at him.

“Good, I’m ready to get far away from this planet.” 

“Me too.”

Vader gets out of the bed and stands to his full, towering height, picking up his discarded robe and lightsaber from where he had tossed them on the chair last night. After he gets himself as ready as he can while in a barren hotel room on an unfamiliar planet, he wordlessly hands you your own cloak and lightsaber. You quietly thank him and take them, sliding off of the bed yourself and repeating Vader’s actions.

“This is probably where we should split,” you say, “so long as we’re both in agreement that we were never on Batuu and captured by Hondo?” What you’re actually saying is silent: your time as allies is coming to an end, and you need to be ensured that you will both make it out of here safely and without incident from the other.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been on Onderon, conducting a covert operation against suspected members of Crimson Dawn.”

“I’m on Corellia to purchase new ships.” You both nod at each other in silent agreement.

“You should leave first. If Hondo’s still looking for us, it will be a lot easier to find us if we’re together.”

You put the hood of your robes up and head for the door. With your hand on the doorknob, you pause and turn your head behind you. “Farewell, Vader.”

“Farewell,” he smiles, “Rebel.”

As you sneak through the back alleys of Black Spire Outpost to the spaceport, and even when you’re on a starship off of Batuu, you continue to think of the past day and what you went through–more importantly, who you went through it with. The Force hums around you while you think, letting you know that this is not the end of your story with the Sith Lord. Part of you expected this, and had already resigned yourself to it. Another part of you, one that’s smaller but far stronger, looks forward to the next time you’ll see him.

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[jebewonmorelike]

The Drag Race Debate

wc: 600 (exactly! wut) pronouns: n/a; none used warnings: angsty but it's so not serious; mention of the word s*men; fluff summary: please do not fight with sung hanbin about drag race (unless you're ready for an overload of cute and sass) ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ guys hi! this one is so silly goofy, but i just KNOW hanbin gets heated about drag race. i just know. anyway, i hope mother always mothers. enjoy :)

"I just don't get why you like Ben de la Creme more than Jinkx Monsoon. Jinkx is such a great singer. She has more versatility," Hanbin says, rolling his eyes at you from across the room.

It was a lazy, Sunday morning and you and your boyfriend were re-watching Season 6 of Drag Race. Though you and Hanbin both loved the show, you often found yourselves disagreeing over your favorite queens. Just last week, while rewatching Season 5 (the best season), you'd gotten into a little argument about whether or not Rolaskatox deserved the hype they got. It ended with Hanbin accidentally knocking a glass off the counter while he was so earnestly attempting to demonstrate his point, followed by a delicious "apology" dinner from KFC on him.

Hanbin was always the one who got more heated, his passion for the subject matter undyingly evident. But to be honest, you found it so damn cute.

How his cheeks would redden, the new dynamics of his voice, the little stomps of his feet in frustration when he couldn't think of a rebuttal right away...

Were you winding him up on purpose? No, definitely not. But once you stumbled into a good-natured debate, you weren't scrambling to end it.

Now, as you watched Hanbin sprawled across the couch from where you were cleaning the dishes from breakfast, you just can't help but smile at how his demeanor has already shifted. "Ben might not have the voice, but you know she has the better comedic chops."

His eyebrows shoot through the roof as he sits up to stare at you incredulously. "Judy Garland Snatch Game!? Delusion: Convince Yourself!? MICHELLE VISAGE IS SO FULL OF SEMEN-- PERIOD!?"

You nod, loading the last dish into the dishwasher. "All great moments, yes. But who won five straight challenges in a row in All Stars and then so graciously self-eliminated just to prove a point?"

The laugh that comes out of Hanbin is dripping with annoyance. "Actually, she won FOUR straight challenges. And why would self-eliminating be an honorable thing!? Was she taking any of it seriously!?"

You shrug, walking over to your boyfriend and perching on the arm of the sofa next to him. "Even more impressive that she could win without putting in any effort."

"No! It's not! It was rude to Ru and it was patronizing to the other contestants," he says with a huff, turning his back towards you.

"You're right, I didn't think about how much stress that would add to Mother Ru's life. She's so busy with the fracking and all..."

Hanbin whips back around at an almost alarming speed. "TAKE. THAT. BACK! Now you're disrespecting Mother Ru?"

Your boyfriend is absolutely seething at this point and it only makes him cuter. Resting your chin in your hands, you bat your eyelashes cutely at him. "Binnie, shouldn't you be living by your favorite's motto right now? Water off a duck's back, remember?"

Hanbin clicks his tongue at you, shaking his head in what appears to be disappointment but you can see the remorseful pout start to from on his lips. He sighs, visibly returning back to his calmer self. "Why do I hang out with you again?"

Your hand finds its way to the back of your boyfriend's adorable head, running your fingers through his hair as you pretend to ponder the question before reaching the obvious conclusion. "Because you're hopelessly in love with me?"

A reluctant, smile-line producing grin stretches across his face as he outstretches both of his arms, signalling for you to climb into his embrace. "How could I ever forget?"

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I’m in my Mikasa jealous of floch era. Because she knows he’s nothing more than a jealous, scheming, Eren-stealing bitch who hates her. Floch even makes Eren edits on tiktok. That’s why Mikasa decides to suck Eren off while he’s playing videogames with his friends, floch included. And Eren’s performance is beyond sub-par because he simply can’t play with his hand on her hair and trying not to moan. Floch keeps getting madder and madder. And when Eren finally gives in and floch is rage quitting because of Eren’s horrible play she just pics up the mic and says sweetly “bye bye floch” and he’s floored

YES THIS IS SUCH A GOD TIER ASK ANON I LOVE U FOR IT!!! I’m writing it omg I have to!!! Like ugh omg it’s so mean I adore it! But forgive me this is deeply unedited and contains a lot of run on sentences lol but this is my humble contribution!! 😂😂

Mikasa has always hated Floch, and why wouldn’t she he’s a little rat. Even Eren agrees with her… sometimes.

But unfortunately for her, most of the time her boyfriend shrugs it off, tells her he’s not that bad. Because of course how would he know when Floch is on his best behaviour whenever Eren is nearby, sucking up, showing off, telling Eren how great he is.

So when Eren ditched their afternoon hangout to play video games with Floch, claiming he forgot he’d already committed to the little weasel Mikasa wants revenge.

And what better way to get it than by giving her dearest boyfriend everything he deserves.

“Babe?” Eren questions as she slips into his game room, seating herself on his lap, gentle hands teasing at the collar of his shirt as she quiets him, nuzzling her fave into his neck to let him play. He resumes his game, her front pressed against his own, arms wrapped loosely around her as he plays on his controller and without preamble Mikasa begins a slow east grind into him. Eren grunts slightly at the pressure on his dick, the sweet warmth of her cunt cradling him as she seeks out friction but he continued to play his game, dropping a quick kiss to her temple in acknowledgement.

He rumbles against her chest with every word, shit talking into the mic and Mikasa could be lulled to sleep here so comfortable in his embrace, the pleasure he provides her, his dick slotted perfectly between her thighs.

But as she hears Floch on the other line she knows she can’t allow this today, it needs to be obvious who his number one is.

Halfway through the game Mikasa slinks down from her position. sitting back on her knees on the floor she looks up at eren with big eyes, her fingers toying with the buttons on his pants and he gives her a soft nod at her insistence, her fingers exploring over the length of him.

He nods briefly, “go on pretty girl take what you want”

She grins when she hears Floch question him over the mic and Eren just shakes his head, “It’s Miki, she wants some attention.”

There is an irritated rebuttal and Eren’s lips pucker in response, “I’ll be fine Floch, I’m better at this game than you.”

And Mikasa takes that as her cue to dive in, unbuttoning his pants and slipping him from his boxers where he’s already hard and wanting. Delicately she takes his thick length in her hands, spitting to make the glide easier as she lays her cheek on his knee.

She wants him ruined every time he looks down, good luck competing with this Floch!

She maintains a steady rhythm at first, slow, heavy strokes up and down to date him for a while, the pleasure edging him as he concentrated on his game.

And then, in the thick of things when Eren is cursing over the mic, and she can hear Floch’s demanding curses she closes her mouth over his cock in a sweet reverent kiss.

“Oh Fuck,” Eren whispers, one of his hands leaving the controller to thread through her hair. Floch must pass it off as another curse about the game but Mikasa knows better as Eren’s eyes glass over slightly, his voice gravelly and his hand delicately stroking at her cheek.

He looks down, just a brief glance and the love and approval she finds there spurs her on. She peppers kisses up and down his thick length, hard as steel and soft as velvet in her grip he tastes salty like pre and she wants to taste more, wants him to spill down her throat while he makes those delightful grunts and hoarse groans. She wants Floch to hear him cum, for her, to know irrefutably that he is her man.

Eren’s hand fists harshly in her hair, guiding her down and she swallows him in one go, her throat more than used to the feel of him, choking him down she’s been doing it forever now, since they first started dating. She is finely honed to his pleasure, a privilege Floch will never be allowed no matter how many times she catches him eyeing up her boyfriend’s dick print in the gym or at the pool, he belongs to her.

“Fuck Mikasa,” Eren curses and she can hear Floch demanding over the other line, “Why are you talking about her we’re getting killed out here.”

Eren doesn’t answer, his grip on his controller going slack as she begins to bob her head in earnest, wanting his full attention. She looks up at him through heavy lashes, her nose pressed to his obliques, throat full of him, she knows he loves when she’s like this, would take a picture look at it always if he could.

She pulls off of him, letting his heavy length slide past her lips, tapping against her cheek, her face covered in a sheen of saliva and pre, mouth glossy.

“I’ve gotta go Floch,” Eren starts but she squeezes his leg, shaking her head as she suckles at the head of his cock and eren quirks an eyebrow a wicked smirk overtaking his face.

“Never mind.”

“Good,” she can hear him say, “we don’t need Mikasa distracting you this is an important game, we need to win this, just focus on me.”

“I’ll try,” Eren responds wryly, dropping the controller to the seat next to him as he respawns, focusing wholly on her instead.

“Give it your best Mika,” he whispers to her, gravelly holding a hand over the mic so Floch can’t hear and she takes him down her throat all over again. It’s sloppy and rushed, just like Eren likes, both of his hands now threaded through her hair as he gives into the pleasure, guiding her head as he presses his hips up just a little, just the beginnings of want he wants to do how he wants to fuck her mouth.

She can’t help her noises as she chokes on him, the broken little moans, the tears slipping down her cheeks as he fills her mouth so completely just like he does her cunt, stretching her lips obscenely over his cock.

“Fuck,” Eren curses and she’s goes faster , bobbing her head up and down, desperate for him to cum down het throat, so Floch will know.

“MIKI,” Eren grunts and she can feel his dick spasm, before he shoots rope after rope of sticky white cum down her throat and she swallows every last drop. She pops off of him only let him see, sliding her lips against the top of his cock, coating the plush pink of her mouth in the white sheen of his cum and Eren groans.

“God baby you look so fucking pretty covered in my cum, fucking perfect.”

She sticks her tongue out lewdly, wanting to give him a show, and there is not a trace of white left. Eren takes the opportunity to trace his dick over her lips, making her face even stickier than it already is and Mikasa shuts her eyes and basks in it.

“God Mikasa I fucking love you.”

She beams, hearing Floch on the other end of the line, “Eren what are you— did you just?”

“I have to go Floch, I have to go fuck my girlfriend, she just gave me the greatest blowjob of my life and I think she deserves a little reward.”

He almost hangs up but Mikasa snatches the mic from his hands, bringing it to her lips she sings, “Bye Floch, have a good day!”

She’s won this round and she wins all rounds because that’s her fucking mans.