#but I’d like to post sooner rather than later

[will1ams0n]

“I swear if we get caught I’m actually going to kill you”

Summary: Leah’s GF has been busy during her injury period, meaning they’ve been like ships in the night. Reader decides to surprise her at one of her games

Warnings: Fluff mostly, slight sexual references, bad writing and formatting due to this being my first time writing on tumblr…

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“I swear if we get caught I’m actually going to kill you” I say laughing ever so slightly, but only after I’d come around from the initial shock of being dragged into one of the empty kit rooms of the football grounds, with lips attached to my neck and hands around my waist, the roar of the crowds were dying down post match, everything seemed quieter even though it was all just as hectic. It was mostly due to the captivating presence of the woman in front of me, nothing else in the world existed when I was looking into those blue eyes,

“Just shut up then and kiss me already” she mumbles back, her hands tightly gripping my jacket pulling me ever so closer into her as if it was her lifeline, as if I’d disappear if she were to let go,

“Well, as you asked so nicely” I reply, smirking as I give the beautiful blue eyed blonde a quick peck on the cheek, causing her to huff and let go of one side of my jacket, in order to grab my neck to pull me back into her again, this time making sure my lips reach her intended target, her own.

Leah and I weren’t a secret by any means, that wasn’t the reason for the secretive make out session in the kit room, we were however low key to the public eye. It had been just over a year, but even around team mates Leah didn’t like to let her tough leader like persona slip too far. She held tightly to the fact she was the top, and she was right the majority of the time, but lets just say even she has her guilty pleasures, and they were pleasurable for both parties involved.

So this is how we found ourselves here. Making out like teenagers post game in the grounds. I had joined arsenal much later than Leah. Being a transfer from another club in the WSL. We’d hit it off straight away, becoming fast friends and an unstoppable duo in the midfield. It wasn’t until a fair few months (and a couple of drinks) later, that we ending up making out during an intense game of truth or dare. The team had cheered, and we were left blushing. Well I was blushing, Leah was left smirking with her arm round me, almost claiming me as hers already. The next morning we went to breakfast together, and the rest was history really.

However I’d recently suffered an injury after a nasty tackle. I was undergoing rehab and wasn’t allowed back on the pitch until cleared, which was taking a frustratingly long time. I was longing desperately to be back on the pitch and with my team again, but instead I had jam packed schedules of rehab, and media content due to my ever so slightly more clear schedule. So I was attending TV interviews and radio shows, talking to journalists and rather just feeling like a performing monkey. With everything going on I hardly had any time for myself, let alone my girlfriend. Most of the times getting back once she was already asleep, only to find her gone before I’d woken up. The rest of the time it was vice versa. Leah and I were ships in the night. I was exhausted and wiped. Leah knew and could tell and her texts were filled with love and concern, and constant reminders to take it easy. Knowing I was pushing myself in rehab so I could get back out there sooner rather then later. I’d get warning messages, and not to subtle glares from across the gym when she’d pass through to give me some water, or just a quick kiss.

I missed her. Her warmth, her laughter, that damned smile. Leah would insist though that she missed me far more, at least that’s what she whispered into my ear when I walked into the kit room before her game earlier today. She wasn’t expecting me. I hadn’t told her in fear that I might get called in for a last minute commitment and I didn’t want to get either of our hopes up. To be honest I was looking forward to the surprise of it all, seeing her blue eyes sparkle, and being able to spend the entire rest of the day and the next with each other besides this game, which was a sure fire victory anyway.

I was going to be watching from the box, and had already stopped by there to drop off the majority of my stuff off before heading down to the changing rooms to see the team before kick off. Most of them I hadn’t seen at all in the time I’ve been off, I missed them a lot, we were this large dysfunctional family. My hands were slightly clammy at the though of being able to spend actual time with my girlfriend again, and by the time I arrived at the door to the changing room I was expecting to almost die of a cardiac arrest my heart was beating so fast.

All of their eyes shot up to the unexpected intruder, but the second of silence was immediately replaced by cheers and jeering from the girls. I smirked as they ran up to say hello, some patting me on the back, others messing up my hair, Katie practically jumped onto me, wrestling me slightly however jumped back when she heard someone clear their throat from across the room. I looked up to meet the eyes of the woman I’d fallen in love with, and whilst they held a sparkle they also held an element of warning for me to be careful, and for Katie to back off and not injure her girlfriend any further then she already was.

Leah had hung back from the multitude of warm wishes and embraces, my eyes were keeping track of her from the minute I walked through the door and I could see her practically buzzing with excitement. It had been so long, forever it felt like, and this was the longest and closest we’d been in a room together whilst awake. I knew why she was hanging behind, wanting me all to herself when she finally reached me.

“Hey” I finally called out to her, grinning even wider if that was possible when it was finally her before. She just huffed in response and pulled me into her arms. Ignore the jokes and jeers from the team around us.

“I missed you” she mumbled into my neck, and I just shut my eye breathing her scent in. She was warm, she was safe, she was home.

“I missed you too baby” I whispered back, squeezing her so tightly, wanting to convey everything that couldn’t be said in front of the audience of our occasional childlike colleagues and comrades.

“Trust me, not as much as I have” she rebutted quietly as she pulled back, the low tone in her voice revealed her true meaning behind the statement. To anyone else it would seem innocent, but knowing the smirk on the blondes lips, I knew better.

I just laughed, pushing her fully of me gently, resulting in the most adorable pout coming from her, I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on her cheeks, using my thumb to flatten the crease forming in her brows.

“I love you baby, and trust me when I say I want you to show me just how much you’ve missed me, but first, you have a game to win” I stated, pushing her towards the door that the rest of the team had just started to walk out of, getting ready to line up.

“For you. A game I’ll win for you” she said throwing me a wink before running out the door.

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This is my first attempt at writing a WOSO fic, so please bare with me haha. This is also my first time posting on Tumblr…having figured the whole thing out yet, but it’s a work in progress.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #engwnt x reader #leah williamson fluff #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Third Party.

Pairing: YandereLoid x Reader x Yandere!Yor (Spy x Family).

Word Count: 1.5k.

TW: Post-Reveal AU, Reader Is Sketchy, Implied Murder/Violence, Mentions of Blood, and Cheating (?).

“Are you sure you have to leave?”

You let the words ebb into a lazy drawl, dragging your fingertips down the length of his spine as you nuzzled into his back. Loid’s skin was a patchwork of scars, no more pleasant to run your hands over than dulled sea glass or sandpaper, but you did your best to savor it, to let your lips ghost over a blossoming field of discolored bruises before your attention rose higher ��� to the rows of fresh nail-marks that’d been carved from his shoulder to the middle of his back. Most of his injuries had been left by his patients, permanent testaments to his dedication to his work, but those scratches had been your doing. A little present for the kindhearted wife he was going home to, sooner or later.

The thought filled you with a smoldering sort of zeal, quick to gnaw at your better judgment and infest the empty void where your guilt should’ve been. You swallowed down your excitement, taking instead to slotting yourself against him as if you weren't praying for him to leave, as if you didn't have anything better to do than press your cheek against the nape of his neck, string your arms over his shoulders, and beg him to stay. “We never get to see each other, anymore. I miss you so much when we’re not together – it feels like someone’s trying to carve my heart out of my chest.”

Sappy, overly sentimental, almost embarrassingly aggrandizing towards the object of your affection. The type of praise that’d only appeal to a man who thought himself enough deserve not just his wife to confide in during the day, but a lover who would spend their nights at his side in faded hotel rooms, between sheets that’d seen better days. This one was nicer than most – the sheets unstained, the lights pleasantly dim, the furniture not completely saturated with stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. You had to assume it was supposed to be a gift. Loid wasn’t the type to flaunt an affair, but he’d gone out of his way not to bring you to another seedy, by-the-hour motel. If nothing else, you could appreciate a man willing to open his wallet.

There was a moment of quiet hesitation, then an airy laugh. You let go of him just in time for one of his arms to wrap around your waist, hauling you off of the mattress and into his lap, where he could bury his face in the crook of your neck without intervention. He held you like that for a long, agonizing second before pulling back, allowing just enough space between your body and his to press his lips against your temple, then into your own. The kiss was gentle, lingering, and you let yourself melt into it, into him. Genuine shows of adoration were rare, in your line of work. While you doubted Loid felt anything more towards you than lust-tinged fondness, he was a good enough actor to pull off the role of ‘Lovestruck Idiot’ with little to no breaks in his character. “You don’t know how much I want to,” he started, with a smile as hollow as the man who wore it. “But Yor’s at home with our daughter, tonight. It’d be cruel to leave her on her own.”

A slight pout, quickly traded for something more aloof. As if you were trying to hide your disappointment and doing a poor job of it. “Anya must really be a handful if you’re too worried to leave your wife alone with her.”

He was grinning, now, his expression tinted with something you didn’t quite recognize. He opened his mouth, but a knock on the hotel room’s door interrupted your hushed conversation. You frowned, but Loid didn’t seem bothered. “Why don’t you get that?”

“It’s probably just some drunk tourist. They’ll go away if we ignore them.” You brought a hand to his face, cupping his cheek. “I’d rather give my attention to—”

Another knock, this one a little more forecful than the last. Loid squeezed your side, almost playfully. “Answer the door.”

It wasn’t a question, this time.

Hesitantly, you pried yourself away from him, pushing yourself to your feet. Your clothes had been torn off and discarded hours ago, but you snagged Loid’s button-up off of the floor and shrugged it on as you approached the door, pausing once you reached the entryway. You cast a nervous glance towards Loid, who responded with an encouraging nod and a slight wave, gestures that would’ve been more suited for an anxious child, afraid to leave their parent’s side for the very first time. Biting into your bottom lip, you slowly undid the rusted latch and slid the deadbolt out of place, resting your shoulder against the cool wood as your hand found the knob.

Yor was on you as soon as you opened the door.

Her hands in your hair, her knee between your thighs, her mouth crashing into yours with enough force to bruise. She slammed your back against the nearest wall, knocking the air from your lungs and pinning you underneath her strength as her tongue invaded your mouth, as teeth clashed against teeth and pointed nails scrape against your scalp. It was a desperate connection, frenzied and feral, driven by something you couldn’t define and only broken by your mutual need for air – her breath coming in shallow, panted gasps when she finally pulled away from you.

Her attire was the first thing you noticed, her evening gown dark enough to blend into the shadows of the entryway and maimed brutally. A long gash ran from her hip to the hem of her skirt, another bisecting her midriff, revealing a slit of pale skin and sculpted muscle. There were a thousand more nicks in the fabric, a thousand more reasons for you to panic, but your stare was quickly drawn upward, to her face.

To the dots of blood splattered across her cheeks, still fresh enough to shine crimson in the dim light.

You opened your mouth, but didn’t have time to spit anything out before Yor snapped toward Loid, her disposition going from one of mindless desire to frantic apologeticness in the blink of an eye. “I’m sorry I’m late!” It seemed to come out louder than she intended it to, the words hasty enough to blend together as she stumbled through her crowded. "The governer wasn’t at home, and he had more guards than he was supposed to, and it took ages for—”

“As long as you’re not hurt, you have nothing to apologize for.” While you were stunned beyond words, Loid remained unaffected – indifferent to both his wife’s sudden appearance and your confusion. “Try to call next time, though. I was about to go out and see if you needed a hand.”

“Oh, I couldn't do that. Your job is already so much more stressful than mine - I can't ask you to do my work, too.” And just like that, she was brightening, any concerns she might've held about being late or injured or covered in blood dissipating in a matter of seconds. She turned to you, her hands falling to your own as she tugged you forward, towards the bed. You tried to pull yourself out of her hold, but her grip was vice-like, impossible to escape. She didn’t even seem to notice your futile efforts. If anything, she almost seemed shy, a pale blush creeping across her cheeks as she asked, “I… I didn’t keep you waiting for too long, did I?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. Loid had been part of the job - seek out the target that the dark-haired man had identified, lure him into an affair, and keep up the act just long enough for his wife to catch and initiate a messy divorce. Sleeping with the aforementioned wife in addition to the mark you’d been paid to seduce had been a complimentary service, a creative touch to liven up an otherwise dull assignment, but you’d been careful, made sure neither of them had ever seen you with the other, never used the same shade of lipstick to stain Loid’s collar as you did to kiss Yor’s neck. You weren’t an amateur. You didn’t make mistakes like that. Neither of them should’ve known their partner knew about you, not unless they were both insane enough to come out and tell the other who they were going to see when they disappeared into cheap motels and empty offices. No married couple would be so honest about something so detrimental to their relationship. No normal married couple, at least.

But, you were starting to think that Yor and Loid didn’t fit into that category as neatly as you’d hoped they would.

“The poor thing must still be a little startled,” Loid chuckled, finally pushing himself to his feet. Yor perked up, and with an airy sigh, Loid nodded, the exchange as silent as it was coordinated. With no further permission needed, you were thrown onto the mattress, barely allowed to land before Yor was on top of you, latching onto your throat, pointed teeth burying themselves into the curve of your neck. The pain was immediate, searing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how much it hurt when Yor’s attention had already fallen to your collarbone, then your chest, her focus drifting lower while her affection remained just as hostile. Loid, as stoic and as sociopathic as always, positioned himself next to your head, watching his wife work with an expression that only betrayed the slightest trace of fondness – a pleasure so diluted, it might've just been a trick of the light. “You can relax. Yor’s been looking forward to this for months. I haven’t been much better, to be honest. Yuri's never sent anyone so...” He trailed off, letting his head lull to the side. “So tempting our way before., I suppose.”

He was cupping your face, as if to mimic your own dramatized mannerisms, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek. Yor groaned against your skin, a noise that you could only guess was meant to signal agreement, and Loid broke into a small grin.

For once, you thought his smile might actually be genuine.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere scenarios #yandere spy x family #spy x family imagines #spy x family #yandere sxf #sxf imagines #yandere loid forger #yandere yor forger #loid forger x reader #loid x reader #yor forger x reader #yor x reader #yanderecore #yancore

[lenalites]

(Proper introductory post)

Hi, I’m Lena, I’m 19, and I use she/they pronouns. I have taken testosterone in the past, and I am very open about this. My voice is deeper because of that. If you mind that, you can feel free to not engage with me 🫶

I’m often asked “what got you into this?” My honest answer is that I don’t really know. I’ve always loved super fat women, and just wanted to be one myself, is my best answer.

I’m 5’11 and weigh 255 lbs at the moment. My starting weight was 157, and my goal weight is 400+ lbs. I have a thing for extreme sizes, and want to be pushed to be very very large. I’m not super forthcoming about my kinks, as they can be rather taboo, but if you want to know more, feel free to inquire within.

My messages are always open and I am chronically online so I will usually respond sooner rather than later.

One of my ultimate fantasies/kinks is being a very fat feedee housewife who stays at home gaining and is pampered by my partner. I love a person who can treat me like a princess! If you like to explore this fantasy, I’d love to talk.

As for some additional info, I live in the Midwest, I collect Sanrio merch, shoes, and bags, I love European music in all sorts of genres and languages, and I’m super into makeup as well!

Hope you have a lovely day and thank you for reading; xoxo 🍒

#feedee girl #gaining kink #get me fatter #queer feedism #feed me #feeder feedee

[s4llyfce]

Our differences

my first post, have mercy please ahhahhahaha

Kazuha x gn! reader but there’s a language barrier.

warnings: I used google translate (only once because it felt stupid to put in english)cause im a lazy bum so if you’re fluent in Japanese please look the other way i BEG

You never would’ve expected a situation quite like this one. The one day you decided to catch a break from grueling work, stroll through the ever beautiful inazuman forests, you end up caught in the middle of an incorrectly arranged ambush. With reason, you tried explaining to the rogue shinobi that they had the wrong person, but instead they shouted things in the language you hadn’t mastered yet.

Fortunately, right as you were about to put your vision to use for once, your knight in shining amour came and swooped them away. Literally. His use of anemo wasn’t like any you’ve ever seen. He jumped up high with grace and elegance, reeling the enemies in before plunging down on them with intuitive precision. Not enough to kill, but enough to serve as a singular warning. They left scampering away, seemingly smaller and less intimidating in the presence of power that easily surpasses theirs.

He turned to you when his eyes stopped lingering on the enemies that were too far now to see. He smiled, wind gently rousing through white hair as he held his hand out to you.

“怪我をしていますか?” Your head tilted before you could stop yourself, and he quickly noted your confusion. Perhaps you should’ve studied the language of Inazumans a bit more before arriving here. It wasn’t your fault really, you only planned on staying for a day or two.

“A..Are you hurt?” He was unsure of his words,afraid his thick accent would make them unintelligible. Now you felt like the inconsiderate one. Anyone could tell he didn’t really speak english, but that didn’t stray him away from trying. And for what? An undeserving stranger? You rid those thoughts from your mind and shook your head, giving a little smile in return.

“No no, Im okay. Thank you, seriously. I’d never suspect there would be trouble in forests this beautiful.” He nodded his head, and you had the suspicion he understood more than he initially let on. Most likely, he’s fluent in understanding, not speaking. Intelligent is what he was.

“Kazuha.” He said, pointing to his chest. Then, his finger turned, pointing towards you as if awaiting an answer. You stated your name, and he repeated it a little butchered, but who are you to judge any screw ups.

“Going home?” Kazuha gestured towards the sky that had turned considerably dark. You got the hint, it’s no longer safe to wander alone.

“Yeah actually- I mean, I’m only here for the next two days but I have a room at the local inn.” You hummed, realizing you accidentally trailed rather far from the main city. The consumption of deep and intricate thoughts when alone made it difficult to ascertain this sooner.

Before you could dwell too long in your mind, Kazuha was beckoning you along, leading you back to the city. He left little room for any dispute, danger lurked and that fact was enough to get you to follow along. You didn’t feel the need to be on guard towards Kazuha, his mellow aura assured you of that, but it did beg the question; Could you truly trust him? Perhaps this was all an act so he could cross you later when you’re vulnerable. Maybe you should be on guard, or better yet, not follow strangers to-

Kazuha spoke up, yet again reeling you away from futile contemplation. Only, he started speaking in a way that sounded strategically formatted. You had no clue what it meant, but the ethereal attribute in which he said it had you unknowingly mesmerized.

Kazuha possesses an awfully soft voice, one you couldn’t imagine to be loud or violent. From the get-go, you could tell he was more laid back than most, more attuned to nature even. With the way his eyes gazed at the sky which stars were adorned, and how he appeared to be listening to everything and anything all at once. You admired it, wanted to be and feel it. So utterly carefree and relaxed.

Even so, you knew better. Everyone has their own issues, ones they prefer to keep inside. Ones that they’d rather die than reveal and possibly risk their tranquility for vulnerability.

“Was that a poem? The structure..sounded familiar. Though I only understood a few words.” You were relived at the delighted nod he gave and your next question tumbled out before you could stop it. “Can I hear more?”

‘A day or two’. The biggest lie you’ve ever told yourself. When the time arrived for your return home, you felt more reluctant to go than you thought you would. Was it the sights? The food or atmosphere? No, not in the slightest. It’s the webs of that which is Kazuha, who had you wholly trapped.

You weren’t to blame, not when he came to visit you the day after he escorted you home. Not when he took it upon himself to translate his poems on paper, just so you could read and truly understand them. Not when he sat and taught you how to play blissful tunes with a mere leaf that happened to fluttered by.

No, you were simply captivated, and had become a victim to his kind nature. You wanted to know more. He’d listen to you ramble on about your life, mindlessly humming and nodding along while you internally questioned if he really knew what you were saying. Indeed he did, and he made sure you were reassured each time with a simple shake of his head to the most random questions you threw at him.

When you brought up how you wished he could tell you things like you do him, Kazuha took it upon himself to do exactly as you asked. So as the days ached on, he was now at the point where he could have full blown conversations with you.

What were you to do? Kazuha and you both know your field of work has been patiently awaiting your return.

Would it be so bad to drop everything and stay right here? Just like this?

“You look troubled. Thinking about something?” Kazuha piped up, eyes not once leaving the dewy morning sky you both gazed at.

“You’re not even looking at me, how do I look troubled?” You dodged the question with a small chuckle, not daring to face the stare you now felt on the side of your head.

“I am now.” He retorted, wringing a quiet fit of snickers from your end.

No, Surely not.

#genshin impact #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #gender neutral reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kazuha x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin fanfic

[beskarandblasters]

Me and My Husband

Chapter Four: Remember My Name

Married!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Synopsis: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, set post season 3, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), some liberties taken with Mandalorian culture/weddings/marriages, infidelity, eventual smut (chapter two!), switches between Reader and Din's POV, no use of y/n

Chapter summary: You and Din spend the day together on Naboo, connecting with one another.

Word count: 2.9k

Chapter warnings: name reveal, pet names, Mandalorian words/phrases (translations included after), descriptions of childhood trauma/abandonment, fingering, vaginal sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Din

Din wakes up the next morning lying on his back with an arm around you. He took off his weapons while he was waiting for you to get off of work last night. But he wasn’t exactly expecting to fall asleep with all of his armor on. Since getting married and having a safe place to sleep every night, he’s been going to bed in just his flight suit. He’s not complaining, though. You were both tired last night after fucking and something about falling asleep together immediately after was enticing. 

He looks down at you, naked and resting in the crook of his neck. And at that moment he decides that he’s going to stay and get to know you a bit more. He’ll head to the Razor Crest parked on the outskirts of Theed and send a transmission to May, making up some lie about how the bounty has proven to be more difficult than he anticipated. 

He lets out a sigh. He should probably go do that sooner rather than later. You stir beside him and poke your head up. 

“Good morning,” you say sweetly. 

“Good morning,” he responds. 

“Have you been up for a while?”

“No, not too long.”

Your eyes look past him for a second, glancing over at the clock on the nightstand. He turns his helmet to look at it before turning back to you. 

“What is it?”

“I have to go home and get ready for work,” you sigh, “I’ve got the morning shift today.”

“That’s okay. I have to send a transmission to the Guild.”

“Are you free later?”

“For you? Yes.”

You laugh, a sweet laugh that Din could get used to hearing for the rest of his life, watching the way your face lights up and breaks out into a smile. 

“Have you explored Naboo? I could show you around.”

“I’d like that.”

You sigh and get up, standing and stretching beside the bed, before putting on last night’s clothes. Din sits at the edge of the bed, watching you intently as you replace your clothing.

“Meet me at the front desk this afternoon?” you ask. 

He nods. “Okay. Bye Mando!” you call out over your shoulder. 

And now you’re gone and he’s left still reeling from the bliss from last night. He could spend the rest of his days here, at an inn on Theed, fucking you for eternity. How wonderful it would be. Just the two of you with no responsibilities or obligations or anyone but each other. 

What a fantasy that is. 

But real life smacks him across the face and he has to send a transmission to May. Sighing, he gets up and starts reattaching all of his weapons before leaving the inn and heading back to the Crest. On the walk there he plans out what he’s going to say. Maybe, 

Hello, May. I’m going to be gone longer than expected. This bounty is giving me some trouble and I need more time to track him down. I’ll send a transmission when I’m on the way home. 

It sounds good. But he should really add “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum (I love you)”. He doesn’t want to… but he should. He should add it to make his lie more convincing. After all, he's worried that Bo-Katan is already suspicious of him. But why is he worried about what she thinks anyway? The transmission isn’t going to her. But he needs to sound normal to May in case Bo-Katan asks about him, right? Ah kriff, he’s spiraling now. He’s in his own head. Comes with the territory if you’re cheating on your riduur. 

He lowers the exit ramp to the Crest and heads inside, mentally going over what he’s deciding he’s going to say. He climbs the ladder up to the cockpit and presses the button to start recording a transmission. And just as he practiced in his head he recites, “Hello, May. I’m going to be gone longer than expected. This bounty is giving me some trouble and I need more time to track him down. I’ll send a transmission when I’m on the way home. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” 

And done. There, it’s finally over with. He bought himself some time and now he gets to frolic around Naboo with you, without a care in the world. A wave of relief washes over him as he sits down in the pilot seat and just breathes, willing any anxieties or doubts he has away. He thinks about you underneath him last night, moaning while taking his cock and suddenly he’s not so anxious anymore. 

He climbs down the ladder in the Crest and heads into his sleeping quarters, lying down on the cot. He places his hands behind his head and rests, daydreaming about bringing you here and taking you to other places. Before he knows it, he’s drifting off to sleep, head full of dreams of you. 

-

He pretty much slept through your whole shift. You never told him a specific time but it’s early afternoon now. So, when he wakes up and sees what time of day it is he hastily heads back to the Star-Lux. 

And there you are, patiently waiting for him outside. Your face lights up when you see him and it makes his heart melt a little. 

“Where to?”

“Out in the fields. There are some waterfalls, too. It’s a beautiful spot.”

“I’ll fly us there.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

And so he walks with you back to the Crest. At first, it’s sort of awkward. It’s the first time he’s spending quality time with you, other than being inside of you. His social skills aren’t the best and he’s worried you’ll realize this, that you’ll lose your attraction to him. 

But instead, you do the talking, making him feel at ease. Of course, you do. You’re warm and inviting, a stark contrast to his stoic nature. It disarms him in the best way. 

“So where’s your guild located?” you ask. 

“Nevarro. Have you ever been?”

“No, I’ve never left the planet,” you respond. 

“You haven’t?” 

“I’ve never really… gotten the chance.”

“Would you like to?” he asks, stopping and facing you in front of the Razor Crest. 

“I’d love to,” you say, looking into his visor. The eye contact (if you could call it that) is intense like you’re communicating something with your eyes. He’s not the best at reading people’s emotions or understanding their needs. But he thinks he can read you and he thinks this is your way of telling him you want to explore the galaxy. 

“This a Razor Crest?” you ask, turning and poking at the ship in front of you. 

“Mhm. How’d you know?”

“I told you I like to read,” you respond, eyes scanning up and down the ship. 

He lowers the exit ramp of the Crest, leading you inside. When you’re both inside he closes the ramp and asks, “So you like to read?”

“I love to read. I like learning about other places, other cultures or learning how things work.”

He likes that about you. It’s easy to get caught up in one’s own planet, culture, whatever directly affects them and only them. But with you, someone who’s never even left the planet, you’re interested in learning anything you can. 

He gestures to the ladder up to the cockpit and you climb up it, with him following behind. You sit in one of the passenger seats and he retreats to the pilot seat. It’ll only be a short flight to where you’re going and he’s excited to see more of the place you call home. 

After a short flight you’re in the fields of Naboo, surrounded by rolling hills and serene waterfalls. You were right, it’s a beautiful place indeed. 

He takes you by the hand and leads you outside. And now you take the lead, making your swag to the water’s edge. He expects to stand here with you, just listening to the running waters and admiring the scenery but you sit down, legs straight out and ankles crossed. The grass is tall, almost tall enough to cover you completely when sitting. And the field is peppered with wildflowers of the most vibrant hues. He sits down beside you, looking at your side profile while you look at the water, noticing the way the sun hits the high points of your face. He’s seen you in the dark alley and in the dim light of the room at the inn, but here, in the sunlight where it completely illuminates your features, is when he notices every detail about you. 

“Have you always lived here?” he asks. 

“Born and raised,” you nod. 

“Got any… family?”

“Nope,” you chuckle, “My mom died in childbirth and my dad was… a loser, pretty much left the planet right after I was born. I was lucky that the owner of the Star-Lux, Del, took me in when I aged out of the orphanage.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing to be sorry about. I never knew either of them,” you shrug.

“I lost my parents when I was young, too. Not as young as you. I can still sort of remember them. But the Mandalorians took me in.”

“I can see why it’s all important to you then,” you smile, “They helped you out when you needed it most.”

As if he needed more reasons to like you. Most of the women he’s been with always saw his way of life, his helmet, his creed, as a barrier. When really it’s the lens he looks at life through. 

“You don’t think it’s strange?”

“It’s your belief system. Who am I to judge?” you say, picking the flowers around you and collecting them into a small bouquet. 

“Thank you,” he says softly. 

“For what?” you ask, turning to look at him with the flowers in your hand. 

“For not judging me.”

“I would never,” you respond, turning so you’re completely facing him now. 

You scooch closer, resting your head on his shoulder. He lets out a sigh of relief and enjoys the silence with you, not feeling awkward anymore but feeling comfortable instead. 

The trust he feels for you is real, even after knowing you for only a short time. He decides he wants to give another part of him to you. He decides he’s going to tell you his name. 

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“My name is Din Djarin,” he says, words coming out soft and delicate. 

You pick your head up from his shoulder and face him, looking into his visor. He mentally braces himself again, waiting with bated breath for what you’re about to say. He doesn’t give his name to just anybody. 

“It suits you, Din,” you say. 

Maker, he could hear you say his name until the end of time. He never knew his name sounded so good when spoken until you said it. 

But that’s enough of being emotionally vulnerable for him for today. So, he lays down in the grass and you follow suit, resting side by side and watching the clouds above. 

He wants you again but he knows now isn’t necessarily the best time or place. But to his surprise you take the lead, moving to straddle him here in an open field in broad daylight. Dirty little thing you are. 

You grind against the bulge in his flight suit. If you’re going to do this here you need to be quick. You stand up quickly to slide off your panties from under your dress before crouching down to pull his cock from his flight suit. You take the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before taking his whole length (or as much as you can fit). You suck him just enough to get him wet and fully hard before straddling him again and sinking down onto his cock. Having sex in odd places must be a thing for you two; first the alley, then your place of work, and now this. 

It’s sort of exhilarating, knowing that someone or something could happen upon you at any moment. But the reality is your need and desire for each other outweighs any of that. 

Your hands rest on his breastplate while his cock hits the deepest angles inside you. You grind your hips against him and he leans back and watches. He watches the way you pleasure yourself on him, with the sun and sky behind you. You’re a whirlwind of firsts for him, because never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be here on Naboo, getting his cock ridden in a field by the most gorgeous woman in the galaxy. It’s almost too much; almost sensory overload. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says, not even realizing that the words are coming out. 

You smile and look away as if you’re embarrassed. 

“I mean it.”

You return your gaze back to him, staring directly in his visor. Kriff, if you keep looking at him like that he’s gonna bust soon. Your walls tense up around him and with one final grind of your hips, you’re coming around him. He cums, too, the head of his cock buried as deep as it’ll go while he releases his load inside you. You pull yourself off him and rest beside him. This time was sort of quicker than the other times but there’s an unspoken agreement that that’s how it was supposed to be… or so he hopes. 

“Was that… good enough, cyar’ika?”

“Of course, it was Din,” you hum happily beside him. 

And for the rest of the afternoon, you two stay like that, laying side by side in the field and watching the day pass by. You lay there until nightfall, watching the stars above. But he eventually realizes you shouldn’t stay out here too long, unaware of what sort of creatures could be lurking. 

“We should get back, ca’tra (night sky),” he says softly, the nickname rolling off his tongue naturally. When he thinks about it, he associates you with nighttime. And Maker, you just look so beautiful at night. He loved admiring you in the glistening sun but at night is when he found you on the street, when he had sex with you, when he made you cum for the first time. You’re like a precious secret to him, formed under the covert of night. But scattered across the dark sky are stars, stars that sprinkle the nighttime sky with their ethereal beauty. Hidden under this secret is something beautiful, and that's you, the feelings he has for you. 

“Night sky?” you ask. 

“It feels right.”

You smile and he takes you by the hand back to the Crest. You bring the small bouquet of flowers with you, leaving them on one of the passenger seats for him. 

He brings you back to Theed, parking outskirts like he did earlier. He doesn’t want to leave you but he doesn’t want to impose himself by asking him to stay with you. The question of whether or not to ask weighs heavily on his mind while he walks you home. But then he decides he’s just gonna do it right as you stop in front of your building.

“Need any company for tonight?”

“I would love some,” you laugh, “But my place is small and I have a roommate.”

“I see,” Din says. 

A thought pops into his head, a genius one at that. 

“Are you working tomorrow?” 

“Got the next three rotations off actually.”

“Come with me to Nevarro,” he blurts out. 

He wishes he could perfectly memorize the way your face lights up when says that. 

“Really?!” you ask.

“I have a house there. I keep it to stay there between jobs. Will you come with me?”

“I’d love to,” you respond with a giddy smile. 

“Great. We’ll leave in the morning,” he says, about to turn and leave. But you pull him in for a hug and he’s stunned. He’s not big on physical affection, especially not hugs. But this, being enveloped by you, is one of the best feelings in the galaxy. 

“Thank you, Din,” you whisper. 

“You’re welcome, ca’tra.”

You pull away and say, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before giving his hand one last squeeze and heading into your building. 

He watches to make sure you get in safely and then turns to head back to the Crest. He’s got it bad. And he’s going down the path of no return. 

When he gets back he sends May another transmission, quickly thinking of another lie to explain his absence. 

“Hello, May. I’ve secured the bounty and I’ve collected the reward for it. But Karga’s got quite a few more so I’m taking another. I’m going to be gone a bit longer. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he records. 

And then he sends it, sitting in the pilot’s seat and sighing. Truly despicable it is, telling his riduur he loves her, all while his cock is still wet from you. 

He’ll use the refresher in the morning. For now, he rests. 

Chapter Five

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A Precariously Stacked Pile of Random Season 2 Thoughts

These are notes I took as I watched the season. Usually after I’d already posted about the episode in question, and I thought of something I would have added to the post. Rather than edit them into my posts, I’m rounding them up and posting them all at once. As such, they are vaguely chronological. Unfortunately, because I made the notes legible to me and me only, I didn't bother to write down what episode I was referring to. I've also added some notes in as I was editing these notes. So this is also a bit of a scavenger hunt. Enjoy!

Iroh poisoning himself: dumbass moment or 5D chess?

My autocorrect corrects “Sokka” to Sock, and “Sokka’s” to socks. This causes double takes when editing.

Badgermoles have excellent eyeliner. Is that where the Kyoshi Warriors get their jaw dropping cat eye?

Why is Ty Lee spelled Ty Lee and not Tai Li? Why is Dai Li spelled Dai Li and not Dy Lee?

Sometimes Sokka makes me think of Mulan. Am I crazy?

Are the swampbenders’ moves based on a real martial art style too?

Why didn’t Aang use his swamp sense to locate Appa post-appanapping?

Where did Toph, who spent her whole life as a prisoner of her parents’ house and a moonlighting WWE wrestler until Team Avatar busted her out, get such emotional intelligence?

Why did Zuko’s dad put forward the plan to disinherit Iron in favour of him less than 24 hours after Lu Ten’s death? Why did he think that moving quickly was the right approach? Does the Fire Nation not do grieving periods? In what world was 'strike while the iron is hot' the correct course of action here?

Looking back, I’m amazed that season 2 didn’t end in Zuko’s redemption. I didn’t much like Zuko Alone, but I was sure that a season that included that much set up for a Zuko redemption arc would prioritise finishing that arc.

I haven’t even met this Firelord guy yet, but I am peeved that that twerp has a name as cool as Ozai.

Why haven't I met that Firelord guy yet?

I really thought that the older brother character in Zuko Alone would make an appearance later on in the season, giving Zuko a chance to flex some newly acquired morals. But the parallel to Lu Ten and the general message about the evils of war lands better if we never hear of him again.

Zuko in the first half of season 2 had me so annoyed that I was incredibly uncharitable to him in my write ups. Reading through some of the stuff I wrote while watching episodes, I kind of wince now. Zuko in the second half of the season was much less annoying. Which I feel bad for saying, because he’s clearly not in a good place in the second half of the season.

I would love to know why the writers decided to have Toph and Iroh meet in the wilderness. I think it’s a good choice, but I want to know how they came up with it, and why those characters? Is there anything about Toph (especially at that point, when we’ve known her for 1 episode) that suggests that she and Iroh should meet? Or would get along if they did?

Zuko has so many rock bottom fake outs this season: Zuko Alone? Nope, he gets worse in The Chase. The Chase? Nope, he gets worse in Bitter Work. Bitter Work? Nope, he gets worse in the finale.

I’m still peeved that Azula won a 6 on 1 showdown. Sorry, but that breaks immersion.

I bet the Blue Spirit could make lightning.

If water is the element of change, why does the Northern Water Tribe have such strictly defined traditions? I get that it's literally the element of change, in that water can exist in different physical states, but shouldn't the metaphorical interpretation also be true?

I like that Toph can think like an Airbender sooner than Aang can think like an earthbender.

What is Sokka’s boomerang made of? Is it metal? Because if it’s metal, does that mean that there’s a blacksmith somewhere in the South Pole? With a forge?

I still can’t get over how dumb the whole eclipse plot was.

Suki is TINY!!!

I mocked this guy’s 80s aerobics video leotard aesthetic, and I stand by that mockery, because this guy is ugly. Those colours are awful. But do you know who else has those colours?

Jet this season fascinates me. He’s positioned as genuinely repentant and legitimately seeking a second chance and I don’t believe him for one minute. Why don’t I believe him? This show has a theme of learning from mistakes and doing better, so shouldn’t Jet be a perfect fit for this show’s themes? I should be primed to believe him. And yet I don’t.

I have to applaud Iron’s enthusiasm for their new life in Ba Sing Se. A lot of that cheer (at least before the tea shop) is put on for Zuko’s sake. I don’t know where Iroh gets the energy to keep trying with Zuko after years of minimal results, but I’m glad he does.

I think Aang and Ty Lee should hang out. They have similar circus energy. Or maybe it’s that they’re the only two characters in the show so far who are remotely playful.

Aang = surface silliness, core of calm. Not that the silliness doesn't run deep, but he seems to have an untouchable anchor of calm deep within that rarely gets disturbed. Gyatso raised him well.

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I need next season to have more Appa & Mono subplots à la their escapades in The Swamp. Not à la Momo’s Tale.

Tales of Ba Sing Se definitive ranking: Momo Aang Sokka Zuko Iroh Katara & Toph

I love that Momo still sleeps in the Momo bag from The Blind Bandit

Are Suki and her warriors sitting in the middle of some Earth Kingdom forest in their underwear?

So are Smellerbee and Longshot just done? Will they be back in season 3? What happens to their life now? They are known associates of an enemy of the state who was just executed. It doesn't look good.

Everyone on this show has big ears. Zuko has the smallest ears simply because he has the least amount of ears remaining. But everyone else? Big ears.

Can I have more Gyatso? I forgot how cool he was. More Guru too please.

Hakodilf.

Everyone in the SWT has such wonderfully fluffy hair.

I like Sokka’s boots. Southern Water Tribe boots in general.

If this is the grand total of the SWT, I have some bad news about population dynamics.

Is there a proper naval term for what the SWT are doing? They’re a stealth strike force that seems to be going after individual enemy ships, using both direct and indirect tactics. Not pirates, because as far as we know they aren't going for FN supplies. They're doing what submarines do, but above water. There’s got to be a proper name for that.

Is there a raft of FN corpses chilling in the waters in front of the NWT's big wall?

I saw ATLA described as a show where all the characters are Asian-inspired people of colour, but isn’t Suki a blue-eyed redhead?

I had no idea that you could decline an Agni Kai. Zuko should have done that.

Why are the Dai Li so in love with Azula? I get that they're pissed with Long Feng for getting arrested, but wouldn't the logical choice be to direct their loyalties to the Earth King rather than a wildcard princess? I'm not going to pretend for a minute that the Dai Li are loyal to the Earth Kingdom or to Ba Sing Se, but the Earth King is a known quantity. Seems to me that it would be easier for them to re-puppetify him, rather than a FN princess.

Katara & Zuko bonding over their missing mothers is the same “makes sense until you think about it for five seconds” as Song & Zuko bonding over losing their fathers to war. Technically the same, sort of, on paper, but actually kind of rude to equate them once you know the full story. Same with the parallel between Lu Ten and the older brother in Zuko Alone. The proper dead mom parallel is Katara and Jet. Although Katara doesn’t object to the Zuko comparison, so I have no grounds to do so.

I’m really glad that Katara didn’t remove Zuko’s scar with her spirit oasis water. Both because she kind of really needed that water, but also because one thing this show has always done right is permanence. No quick fixes, no fake outs, no take backs. Lu Ten is dead, and he stays that way. Princess Yue is the moon, and she stays that way. Half a dozen people’s moms are dead, and they stay that way. Aang is the last Airbender, and he stays that way. Zuko is scarred, and he stays that way. There are no hand waves, no easy fixes. All the characters can do is learn to live with it, and go forward. And I’m grateful the show is like that, because that permanence, as well as being a good lesson to learn, functions as a reward for audience investment.

Aang did come to a crossroads of destiny in the finale, chose his duties to the world over his friends, and got aggressively slapped down for it. I have a feeling that he’ll take the wrong lesson from that, since he was already inclined to shun that path.

Overall Season 1 was prettier.

Ty Lee was the cause of more than one Beat Up Sokka Quota fulfillment this season. Make of that what you will.

Will Zuko & Azula spend season 3 bouncing between the FN and Ba Sing Se? They could be heavily involved with establishing the FN governance over Ba Sing Se, since the city is already inclined towards royalty.

Favourite episode this season? The Guru. The Blind Bandit and The Swamp are tied for second place.

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[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART THIRTEEN)

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y/ndevils00 fair warning ‼️ if you found tuesdays post sappy, you won’t wanna see tonight’s! okay! happy scrolling!

i wanna start tonight’s postgame by saying that i cannot express how proud i am of this team! my boys, my closest friends. you ended the regular season tonight by breaking the franchise record tonight for most wins in a single season! 52 wins, baby! and breaking the record for best single season turnaround in the NHL since the league switched to the 82 game schedule with a +49 point difference! you guys are the most talented, most hardworking, and most dedicated team of people that i’ve had the privilege of meeting.

we ended this game with an overtime win, 5-4! it may have been a hard start, but you turned it around in the 3rd!

we got TWO goals by uncle u-haula tonight! a tip-in by sheriff woody! and a goal by dj dougie-h! so proud of you guys!

lukey got his very first NHL point tonight with an assist on erik’s first goal of the night and i can confirm that i shed a few tears. my pretty baby also made his 98th point tonight with an assist on haulaback girl’s second goal of the night!

however, most importantly, lukey, my smush, got his very first NHL goal tonight with the game winning goal! which was the catalyst that got us that franchise record breaking 52nd win. AND he did it with an assist from his big brother, my bubs, jacky! making lil jizzy end this season with NINETY-NINE points!

i am so proud of you, smush! you played SO well tonight and i can’t wait to see you continue to take ass and kick names! i’m so proud to be your figurative (and hopefully eventually real) big sister <3

it’s been a hell of a season! let’s go to the playoffs, boys!

tagged ehaula, miles.wood44, dougieham, lhughes_06 and jackhughes

lhughes_06 thank you squishy ❤️ if i have anything to do with it, you’ll be my sister sooner rather than later

y/ndevils00 oh don’t make me cry again, i’ll get a headache!

y/ndevils00 i’m gonna cuddle you till death!

lhughes_06 i think i’d be okay with that

jackhughes i wouldn’t

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes this isn’t about you though, is it?

jackhughes i’m so insanely proud of you little bro! can’t wait to kill it with you for many years to come!

lhughes_06 thank you jacky! it’s a dream come true to play with you!

y/ndevils00 SHUT UP STOP MAKING ME CRY! YOU ASSHOLES!

jackhughes you wanna hear something babe?

y/ndevils00 oh god what?

jackhughes @/lhughes_06 can i tell her?

lhughes_06 go for it

jackhughes so, you know luke is giving his first goal puck to our dad. but luke asked the refs if he could keep the puck he made his first assist with, so he can give it to you

y/ndevils00 what? you’re not fucking with me are you? because jack i stg if this is a joke to you, then i’m gonna start dating trevor

jackhughes not a joke, baby

trevorzegras why was i brought into this? and jack, you’re not even concerned that she threatened that? i think your girl wants me 🤪

jackhughes @/trevorzegras oh please, you guys would rip each other’s heads off within the first 10 minutes of dating

john.marino97 back to no feature on the post but i’ll accept this one for luke

y/ndevils00 yeah, yeah. ya know i said plenty of nice things about the team! it’s not all about the pictures!

y/ndevils00 besides, you didn’t even play in this game

john.marino97 still would’ve been nice to be included >:( but thank you best friend number 3, i love you

y/ndevils00 okay let’s not get carried away here!

john.marino97 you’re insufferable

y/ndevils00 i love you too, bff number 2

john.marino97 📸

y/ndevils00 damnit!

dawson1417 thank you bff 3! love you! let’s take on the playoffs!

y/ndevils00 i love you too, bff number 1! you’re gonna smash it!

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 why does his “i love you” come easy?!

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 i like to keep you on your toes 🤭

nicohischier thank you y/n/n! so glad to have you as our media manager!

y/ndevils00 awww 🫶 you still have to do the postgame interview

nicohischier fuck

jackhughes thank you sweet girl ❤️ so insanely lucky to have you in charge of our media. without you, i don’t know where i would be these past few years. thank you for being my best friend and my girlfriend (and yes, eventually my wife, i hope)

y/ndevils00 aww lil rizzy! YOU don’t have to do a postgame interview <3

jackhughes YES! suck it, hischier! @/nicohischier

y/ndevils00 i can still change my mind. don’t push your luck baby

jackhughes sorry babe, love you!

dougieham thanks y/n! it’s been an honor to work alongside you these past 2 seasons!

y/ndevils00 so glad i was given the opportunity to get you acclimated when you joined! love ya, doug!

jesperbratt thank you y/n! 😄 i’ve had lots of fun working with you!

y/ndevils00 please let me be your personal bodyguard. nobody will ever see me coming on the ice until i cross-check them for even looking at you the wrong way.

jesperbratt that’s nice! 🤍

_quinnhughes fun fact: y/n facetimed me crying after the game because “her smush won the game”. so proud of you lukey! you’re doing amazing man! keep up the great work!

y/ndevils00 that was supposed to stay between us, quinny! hope you have a good game though, fishy!

_quinnhughes thanks, sis!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes HE CALLED ME SIS! DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU SEE THAT?!

jackhughes i did, love! i see it! so happy for you!

lhughes_06 thanks bro! love ya!

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[apomaro-mellow]

Mafia AU 5 / AO3 Link

Part 4

Eddie opened the door to the antique shop, letting Steve go in first. Steve entered and conversed with the shop owner, before accepting an envelope, most likely filled with money. They left and Eddie opened the door of the car, letting Steve go inside first before getting in himself. He knew how to treat his sponsor. And normally, putting anyone above him who didn’t deserve it made his skin crawl, but this was all in service to a higher goal.

The next place they stopped at was a butcher shop. The man cutting meat in the front gave Steve a sneer. 

“Carver.”

“Marini.”

“You know what I’m here for. Just give it to me and I’ll be on my way.”

The young man at the counter went in the back and returned with an envelope of his own. He was followed by an older man with graying hair.

“It’s a damn shame the Marinis are sending an omega to do an alpha’s job”, he said. Then he looked to Eddie, briefly scenting the air. “At least they got you a proper capo now.”

“He’s not an official capo yet. He’s just begun his trials”, Steve said, pocketing the envelope. “And one day this omega will be running the family. So I’d learn respect sooner rather than later.”

“You mean your alpha will be running the family.”

“He already gave you a warning”, Eddie said, stepping forward. “And while I’m not official, I can get very creative in a shop like this.”

Father and son simply glared at the two of them, clearly not happy with the arrangement, but there was nothing to be done. Steve turned to leave and Eddie followed. Back in the car, Steve still looked tensed up.

“Not used to people refusing to kiss your feet, your highness?”, Eddie ventured.

“Have you ever seen people falling over themselves to impress me?”, Steve asked.

“You should hear the way some guys talk about you”, Eddie said. He could remember the vulgarity that came from the mouths of Tommy and the others vying for Steve’s hand. The guy was probably drowning in courtship presents.

Steve looked out the window. “Lusting after the power I can give them isn’t the same as wanting me. Or even liking me.”

“Oh I’m sure they lust for more than just power.”

Steve frowned and then turned back to Eddie, giving him a once over. He seemed pretty ready to throw down with the Carvers earlier but he wondered…

“Do you know how to fight?”, he asked.

Eddie snorted. “Do I know how to fight?”

….”Well do you?”

“Pretty boy, get me in a ring and ask that question again.”

Eddie should have kept his big yap shut.

He should have kept it shut and realized that mafiosos always had something to prove. And that a rich dude like Steve would definitely have access to things he couldn’t dream of. Like a boxing ring in an honest to goodness gymnasium down in the basement of his abode.

Steve got in the ring and took off his jacket, then took a moment to undo his cuffs so that he could roll up his sleeves. He looked a little too comfortable up there for someone who was supposedly a spoiled daddy’s boy. He looked to Eddie expectantly.

“I haven’t got all day, Munson.”

Steve watched as he clambered up to the ropes and climbed in. It was cute, honestly. Kind of like a baby figuring out its first steps. But then he stood up and turned to take his jacket off and hang it on one of the posts and he stopped being cute. It wasn’t much under the shirt that was just a little too big, but Steve was able to make out some musculature under it. Then Eddie rolled up his sleeves and Steve forgot what they were doing for a second.

“You gonna teach me a lesson in self defense?”, Eddie asked, putting his fists up.

With a roll of his eyes, Steve did the same. “I just wanna see what you got. You’re supposed to be my muscle, after all.”

Eddie waited for Steve to make the first move. Even if he was the one starting this, Eddie wasn’t just going to put his hands on him. But Steve didn’t move. Eddie gave him a look that said ‘go’ but when Steve refused to budge, Eddie jabbed forward. Steve countered almost too easily, so Eddie jabbed again.

“Stop going easy on me, I’m not a flower”, he demanded.

“You think you can handle me?”, Eddie raised a brow.

Steve’s response was to finally go on the offensive and land one on Eddie’s cheek. The alpha froze in shock, but only for a second before turning it back on Steve. This time, he was actually trying to hit him but couldn’t get a single one to land. Getting frustrated and remembering he was used to fighting dirty, Eddie bulldozed forward, grabbing Steve by his middle and slamming him onto the ground.

Stunned with shock, Steve almost shouted ‘unfair’ but then got a look at the smug grin on Eddie’s face and knew he was prepared with a quip at his expense. Feeling bold, he wrapped his legs around Eddie’s hips and flipped them over. He also grabbed at the hair tie keeping Eddie’s locks held back and pulled it out, making a dark, curly halo surround him.

“Why do you always keep your hair up?”, he asked, doing his best to ignore the warm body between his legs.

“Doesn’t seem too professional to just have my hair out”, Eddie answered.

“Everybody needs a trademark. Maybe this could be yours.”

“What? The Long Haired Lurker?”, Eddie chuckled, then tapped out so that Steve would release him.

Steve stood, twirling the hair tie as he waited for Eddie to get up. “I was thinking of it more like a uh…” He put his arms around Eddie’s neck and tied up his hair again. “...a lion’s mane.”

“And if I’m the lion, what does that make you?”, Eddie asked.

Steve hummed in thought as he pulled his hands away, then turned to grab his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder. “A tiger”, he said, smoothly exiting the ring. “Have my driver take you back home. Expect a call from me soon.”

It took getting all the way home and a quick shower before dinner with Wayne that he realized it, spoonful of peas halfway to his mouth.

“They’re solitary!”, Eddie exclaimed, peas flying.

“...What?”, Wayne ventured to ask.

“Tigers, they’re a solitary animal. I just-I just realized-it’s nothing.” Eddie turned his gaze back down to his food. So Steve was basically telling him not to expect anything, right? Was Steve coming on to him the other day just some sort of test? Or had he been embarrassed that Eddie turned him down and was trying to flip it around on him? Eddie spent way too long thinking about it and around half past midnight, he decided to take his frustrations out on the night.

Eddie wasn’t much for dancing to the type of music they played at clubs, but it was a good way to find some temporary entertainment. Especially when they put their bodies on display. After a couple of beers, he ended up going home with someone. Eddie didn’t think too hard about who they were, just that they looked nice and seemed pretty easy. He was sure they also were thinking too hard about who he was, just that he had a dick and wasn’t picky.

It wasn’t until the first rays of morning came, that Eddie got a clear understanding of what he’d just done. He had spent the night trying to forget about Steve. But the guy he’d fucked last night sure what a dead ringer for him. Soft brown hair and pouty lips.

“Shit”, he sighed.

Part 6

Tag Team

#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #omegaverse #a/b/o

[maceofpentacles]

hello friends!!

time for me to promote my etsy shop/e-beg so i can afford to go on a once in a lifetime study abroad trip!

i got accepted into my schools study abroad trip this may to go to ~10 cities in greece over the span of 2 weeks! very exciting especially because i want to use my masters degree to eventually get my phd in ancient history :)

with financial aid and the money i get from working as a teaching assistant, i have like 80% of the total cost covered,, but there’s still roughly $2000 that i don’t have yet. everything is due in late march/early april so its not an immediate need just yet but i’d like to have the last bit i need set aside sooner rather than later!

with that being said, here’s my link to my etsy shop — if you’re interested in buying a tarot, oracle, pendulum or osteomancy reading, the listings are all there! i keep forgetting to update my shop with rune readings and other types of readings i want to offer so if you’re not seeing anything you’d like on my shop just shoot me a message and we can figure something out! here’s my old post about paid readings from my pinned :)

if you’d like to buy a custom made spiritual/deity oil or a room spray ((or maybe a custom spell working)) here’s my “apothecary” post with all of that info!

like i said, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me because the next time this trip will come around at my school will be after i graduate with my master degree so ahhhhhhhh

#personal stuff #witchcraft #witchblr #witch #witch community #tarot #tarot reading #oracle #oracle reading #runes #rune reading #pendulum #pendulum reading #divination reading

[goodqueenaly]

"It was for love," Sansa said in a rush. "Father wouldn't even give me leave to say farewell." She was the good girl, the obedient girl, but she had felt as wicked as Arya that morning, sneaking away from Septa Mordane, defying her lord father. She had never done anything so willful before, and she would never have done it then if she hadn't loved Joffrey as much as she did. "He was going to take me back to Winterfell and marry me to some hedge knight, even though it was Joff I wanted. I told him, but he wouldn't listen." The king had been her last hope. The king could command Father to let her stay in King's Landing and marry Prince Joffrey, Sansa knew he could, but the king had always frightened her. He was loud and rough-voiced and drunk as often as not, and he would probably have just sent her back to Lord Eddard, if they even let her see him. So she went to the queen instead, and poured out her heart, and Cersei had listened and thanked her sweetly … [sic] only then Ser Arys had escorted her to the high room in Maegor's Holdfast and posted guards, and a few hours later, the fighting had begun outside. 

Not me thinking about how this moment reminds me so much of how I see Lyanna at various points in her situation with Rhaegar. We’ve not been in Lyanna’s head, of course, but I’d be willing to believe that at least when Lyanna met up with Rhaegar sometime around New Year’s 282 AC, she believed she was to some extent in love with him - the seemingly dashing, handsome, romantic prince who had named her queen of love and beauty before virtually the entire assembled aristocracy of Westeros against all social tradition. Just as importantly, I think Lyanna also believed that she needed an alternative, and soon, to her impending marriage to Robert Baratheon. Having been “long betrothed” to Robert by the time of the tourney of Harrenhal, Lyanna may have assumed or been told (especially in the aftermath of that shocking tourney display) that she would be married sooner rather than later to the Lord of Storm’s End (especially with Brandon’s own nuptials to Catelyn Tully, likely part of the same alliance bloc, imminent). There was no one who could stop this marriage from happening - except, perhaps, the Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne (but certainly not the paranoid, suspicious, violent king). If she married him first (and there was precedent, as Lyanna may have known, for polygamous marriages among the Targaryens), then she could not be legally married to Robert. It was Rhaegar, Lyanna may have thought, who could save her from this fate, and so Rhaegar she would turn to, making a journey across the Riverlands to somewhere near Harrenhal in order to escape with him.

These aspects of Lyanna’s story in turn recall certain parallels with Sansa’s story here. Just as so Lyanna might have seen Ned’s insisted that her fiancé “was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart” as the promise of a miserable future married to Robert, so Sansa imagines that Ned’s promise to “make [her] a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong” would result in him “marry[ing] her to some hedge knight” when “it was Joff [she] wanted”. Too, just as Lyanna may have idealized Rhaegar, at least at this stage, as a perfectly chivalrous and loving knight and prince, so Sansa in this moment idealized Joffrey (describing him several times in AGOT as “her gallant prince” whom she describes in “Sansa III” as “worthier than his drunken father”, a deep contrast to the king who “had always frightened her”). In turn, just as Lyanna sought to avoid such nuptial doom, in her mind, by turning to an alternate royal power - not the king, but his son and heir - for a marriage to this prince instead, so Sansa seeks to stay with her (so she thinks at this point) beloved prince by appealing to an alternate royal power - not the king but his queen. The solution for both Stark girls was defiance to their paternal powers, circumventing their orders so that they might stay with the princes they imagine they love. However, just as Lyanna may have come to discover that her prince was a deeply unhappy man who may have seen her primarily, if not entirely, as a vehicle for prophetic fulfillment, so Sansa comes to discover that her prince was a cruel sadist who enjoyed only using her as an outlet for abuse and torture. Just as Lyanna ended her days trapped in a tower far from home (likely on the orders of that same royal power to whom she had appealed), guarded and imprisoned by Kingsguard while Ned and his companions battled them outside of it, so Sansa finds herself trapped in a tower far from home on the direct orders of her royal advocate, imprisoned by a knight of the Kingsguard and other guards, while her father and his men are attacked outside of it. 

#asoiaf meta #lyanna stark #sansa stark #agot

[onelatenight-longago]

Stepping Into The (Spot) Light

Warnings/Tags: Fem!Reader, Depictions of Violence and Torture, semi-soft Buggy, he's a danger but also a marshmallow of a man, life on the Big Top, becoming one of the crew, sexual tension and teasing, romance, finding freedom and found family

Description: Buggy plays the hero just the one time and now he's a got a new crew member who will change everything for him.

A/N: I'm going to double post this story, first in 1st person then again in 2nd person.

Chp. 1 - First Person (below) Chp. 1 - Second Person

Chapter 1 (in 1st Person)

To explain how I met him, how I had come to love him, I’d have to explain how I had first found him. Or rather how he had found me. 

I was orphaned as a child. Left to roam the streets of the worst side of Loguetown. I learned very early on how to steal berry and food and I only ever took what I needed, never more. I fought for my survival every day. Though I knew living as a thief would catch up with me one day, I had just figured it would have been later rather than sooner. 

The night it had all changed was the night I had hidden away in a dock storehouse, I needed shelter from the rain and food to get me through the next few days. I was still a small child then and had found myself surrounded by heavy crates too difficult to open. I had resigned myself to another night without food and crawled my way to the far back of the crates, determined to find a spot hidden away and safe enough to sleep in for the night. Only when I came to the perfect spot it was instead occupied by a small box with a latched lid. The box was so unassuming that I could have never believed that it held something as powerful as it did. 

My curiosity had gotten the better of me and I dared to open the small box. I was overjoyed at finding that it contained some kind of fruit. I was too happy for a meal to stop and wonder why one fruit had been packaged just so in a well made box lined with expensive and lush fabric.  The fruit itself was oddly shaped and bitter and it's skin rough and difficult to chew but I was a begger at best and beggers could not be choosers. And when I had finished my meal I curled up, still tucked away within the piled crates and slept through the night, grateful for the food and roof over my head. 

It would be another nine days before I had realized just what I had done. Nine days before I realized the cost of my seemingly 'free' meal. It would be another cold night, only I had found myself trapped in an alleyway, cornered by a drunk and violent Marine. I was scared for my life. As a vagrant, I was accustomed to being called nasty things, but the look in that Marine’s eyes surely meant that if he had gotten his hands on me I would have suffered far worse than just nasty words slung my way. 

I tried to run and when that did not work I tried to fight but I had not yet learned to hold my own. Crying and screaming, crumpled into the cold brick corner I was certain that I would meet my end. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impending hit or kick but when all that came was the solid thump of the Marine’s body down in front of me I opened my eyes to the sight of a blood red feather boa wrapped tight around his neck, his lips turned blue, and his eyes rolled back into his head. He was dead and I was certain it was my fault, although I had not understood how. I reached out to touch the feather boa but just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. 

As years passed I learned to master the skill the Devil Fruit had given me. Learning that it was known as the Boa Boa Fruit, granting me the ability to conjure feather boas as I pleased. I began to perform for berry. First conjuring the boas and having them dance about like dragons. As my skills developed so did my body, with each year an inch more grown into my hips and bosom. The berry I could make nearly doubled then when I instead danced myself, surrounded by the boas and moving in time with them. I could leave a crowd of thirty plus entranced and ready to hand over all their berry to me.

They say the Devil Fruits are cursed, and that once consumed the sea would no longer favor you but I didn’t heed the warning. I had no plans to sail the sea, no desire to enter its waters. I was certain the curse of the Devil Fruit would not affect me. I was wrong. Karma caught up with me anyway. 

I had come to find long term employment at a particular pirate bar, finally having stable employment and someplace to call my own even if it was but a single room above the bar. One night, said bar was overturned by another Devil Fruit Eater, a pirate captain named Wasp. He could conduct electricity on will. It was then I was taken captive, learning the hard way the cost of eating a Devil Fruit. 

This was how I found myself a slave to Captain Wasp, a sick man who used me for his own gain. He strung me along with him town to town forcing me to dance. I tried too many times to escape to fight back but with each attempt Wasp would electrocute me within an inch of my life.

It was in one of these escape attempts that I first saw him.

I had planned for weeks for this moment. As I danced and Wasp’s goons picked the pockets of the entranced crowd, I watched carefully for my opening. The moment in which Wasp’s men would return to him with their spoils and he’d be distracted counting, his back quietly turned away from the crowd and ultimately away from me. I would make a run for it, turning through alleyway after alleyway, moving between and through the buildings until I was certain I could successfully hide away. What I hadn’t planned for was some over-eager onlooker to grab me, pulling me back as I made a run for it. 

The pain was unbearable as the electricity crept through my body, Wasp cackling louder than I could scream. The crowd that had surrounded me quickly dissipated with panicked shouts and I was left laying in the dirt, crying out for help, my voice strangled with pain. It was then I met his eyes from across the roadway as he sat outside some bar, watching on with a blank expression. I mouthed ‘help me’, praying to any entity that he would listen, that he’d answer my plea. 

The next thing I noticed was the red smoke crawling across town, Wasp was distracted and I quickly pulled myself from the ground stumbling my way into a run. I didn’t look back, I didn’t stop, I just kept running. I didn't know how long it took but I had finally found a shop to hide in, its original occupants now missing. My breath was becoming labored and I felt so close to fainting. 

“Hello little Dove.” A cutting and rough voice called out to me, there was someone else in the shop with me after all. “You called and I came” The voice continued but I had begun to lose consciousness, the last I heard was his laugh ringing out around me.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy the clown x reader fanfiction #buggy one piece #buggy fanfiction

[alcoholfreenayeon]

jichaeng hcs? sfw&nsfw?

AN: Hey, saw that it was your birthday a couple days ago on my tl. I’d have posted this sooner if I knew that. Happy belated birthday I guess🎂.

JiChaeng HCs

SFW HCs

Things were quite awkward between these two for a long time. In more ways than one. Chaeyoung had always been quite formal and for the first couple years, even a little scared of Jihyo. However, over time she had also developed a crush on her.

Jihyo on the other hand had always been a little unsure of how to be around Chaeyoung. She thought of her as quite cute but struggled to balance between treating her as one of the youngest and as a friend. She felt annoyed by this and made an effort to spend more time with Chaeyoung to try to get rid of the barrier and it worked….till she realized that now the only thing on her mind was Chaeyoung.

Despite the two getting closer, Chaeyoung chalked the crush off, believing that things won’t ever go anywhere between them. But spending lots of time with Jihyo both at work and outside of it made it quite difficult to get over it.

While Jihyo was really frustrated because she didn’t know how to proceed things further and eventually ended up confiding in Nayeon about her situation. She expected some teasing and some good advice from her. What she didn’t expect was to be told that Chaeyoung had a crush on her too.

After a nervous confession by Jihyo, Chaeyoung shyly admitted that she did indeed feel the same way and the two finally started dating.

Jihyo insisted on teaching Chaeyoung how to play tennis despite Chaeyoung protesting that she’s not a sporty person. Chaeyoung ended up becoming surprisingly good at it, mostly due to how unorthodox and lazy her play style was, beating Jihyo more times than you might expect.

Jihyo started to cook more because she wanted to make Chaeyoung’s favorite meals and it’s also her way to express her affections.

Chaeyoung developed a habit of sleeping with her face buried in Jihyo’s chest with an arm wrapped around her.

They both secretly wrote a song about the other, wanting to present it at their anniversary.

They watch shows together but often get way too invested in it and it’s a struggle for them to be patient and not watch it without the other. Jihyo once had a free morning while Chaeyoung did not and ended up watching an episode on her own and felt very guilty. Unbeknownst to her, Chaeyoung had already secretly watched that episode the night before while Jihyo slept. Regardless, they both watched it again later that day trying to act surprised at the parts so the other thinks they watched it for the first time.

NSFW HCs

As you might expect, Jihyo is the dom and Chaeyoung is the sub.

Jihyo secretly loves the authority she has over Chaeyoung and often orders her around although sometimes it’s just to tease her.

Jihyo could literally order Chaeyoung to get on her knees at any point and Chaeyoung would obey almost instinctively.

Chaeyoung likes to play with Jihyo’s boobs absentmindedly while watching something.

Their interests don’t always gel but they have ideas to make it interesting. Like Jihyo dragging Chaeyoung away to the bathroom for a quickie when she got somewhat bored while visiting a museum or Chaeyoung feeling tired of tennis after a couple rounds and telling Jihyo that she’d rather serve her than the ball….

Dahyun found about them dating when she heard sounds of a movie she really liked coming from the living room only to walk in to Jihyo making out with Chaeyoung while fingering.

Chaeyoung’s wax play fits in well with Jihyo’s sensitive chest, it’s one of the few times Chaeyoung eagerly takes charge.

Jihyo was really surprised by how explicit and suggestive Chaeyoung can be over text, whether it’s innuendos, pictures or just something straight up outrageous. She doesn’t mind that though, in fact she takes it as a challenge to turn the suggestive confident texting Chaeyoung into a whimpering mess as soon as possible.

Chaeyoung often ends up leaving bite marks on Jihyo’s shoulder.

Jihyo will often catch Chaeyoung staring at her and will tease her about it.

#ask me anything #twice #answered asks #kpop gg #kpop scenarios #kpop girls #kpop imagines #twice jihyo #twice scenarios #twice smut #kpop headcanons #twice fluff #twice chaeyoung #jihyo fluff #twice headcanons #twice ships #JiChaeng #jihyo smut #chaeyoung fluff #JiChaeng fluff #chaeyoung smut #JiChaeng smut

[daddyy333]

“Please come back to me” | Lo’ak x human!y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.1k

warnings: sort of mentions death, implied death of reader, Lo’ak is scared to lose reader, ?

summary: Lo’ak does not want y/n to transfer her consciousness because he doesn’t want to risk losing you

anything in bold like this in the middle of a sentence means it’s either Na’vi or meant to be in Na’vi but I don’t trust the translation websites so I just use the few words I know and make do with it💀

“Baby! Baby!” You say, running through the forest to find him. He smiles as he sees you, adorable and tiny as hell as your small legs run with speed to get to him. You looked so beautiful, your freshly braided hair blowing in the wind and the woven dress Neytiri made for you accentuating your curves even more.

Once you got caught up to him he quickly scooped you up and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You giggled and he said “what’s got you so happy today, my little love?” “My avatar is ready. I’m gonna test it out in a few hours, Lo’ak, are you ready? I’m gonna be just as tall as you, you won’t have to carry me anymore!” You said and his eyes widened, chuckling a little.

He kept moving as he said “that’s amazing, sweetheart, I’m happy for you” He was, truly. It’s just that he knows what’s coming and he knows it’s coming so much sooner now. Having an avatar is fine, but he knows you prayed to Eywa every night when you were younger begging her to make a Na’vi instead of a stupid tawtute. One day, very very soon, you were going to want to transfer your consciousness to your avatar body.

He was terrified for that day to come. He was worried that even after your deep connection with the great mother despite your lack of a kuru still wouldn’t be enough and you would not pass through the eye of Eywa. Mo’at had told you and him numerous times that was unlikely, but he didn’t believe it. He would rather die than even think about doing something that might take you away from him.

When you entered your avatar body for the first time he was busy hunting and Kiri, Mo’at and Neytiri guided you instead. He hadn’t seen your avatar body at all that day, or even the days after that. It was like he was avoiding you. It made you feel a little insecure, you’d been so excited about this and you thought Lo’ak would be too.

Less than a week later your ceremony came. You knew the ways of the people since you were just a baby, you only had to get used to using your avatar body. Once you were Na’vi, you’d be able to connect with the great mother, complete your iknimaya, and become a woman in the eyes of the clan, and mate with Lo’ak. Everything you’ve ever wanted.

“Lo’ak! Are you going to bring the avatar to the tree of souls for me?” You said, a bright smile on your face as your little legs tried to keep up with him. He sighed and said “um…I thought you were gonna have my mother do it”

You and Neteyam were so close as he was the one that originally found you. You were only a couple months old, your mom had just died and your dad had already died before you were born. The scientists at the lab must’ve gotten tired of you crying, at least that’s what you thought because they had kind of just thrown you out in the forest. You crawled around for a while, eventually crying your ass off for probably days until Neteyam found you.

Neteyam has since told you you were really skinny, and he could tell you just missed your mom. He brought you to his mom and dad and refused to let them do anything but let him take care of you. Of course Neytiri and Jake did a lot of work, but Neteyam took you everywhere.

He would take you with him while hunting, training, cooking, anything. He made a baby wrap so he could still have you with him while you slept and spent so long caring for you. You’d sleep cuddled up with Neytiri a lot, even though Neteyam took care of you. He says it’s because you saw her like another mother.

If it weren’t for him, you might not even be here. So it was kind of assumed that Neteyam would carry you to the tree of souls to transfer your body. Lo’ak was relieved, he didn’t know if he could do it. He almost wished he didn’t have to be there. It's like giving away your soul to the great mother himself.

“Well…I mean your mother is very important in my life but so are you. You’re going to be the father of my children one day” you said and he blushed at that. He chuckled and said “no, you’ll change your mind” he replied, he always insisted you didn’t actually love him and just didn’t know how to say no.

“So…are you?” “I um…I don’t know if I can” he said and you furrowed your little eyebrows. God you were so cute. He sighed and said “I don- I-I don’t even want to be there if I'm being honest. I don’t want to give your soul away to the great mother, y/n” “What? Lo’ak, I thought you said you were okay with it. You gave me your blessing!” You said and shook your head.

You started to get anxious now, did he really think you weren’t worthy? That you would pass through the eye of Eywa. “I just want you to be happy. But I’m scared, oeyä ‘eve. You’re everything to me, I can’t lose you” he said and tears filled your eyes.

You sighed and said “I am not worthy? Do you really think that?” “No, no it’s not that- I shouldn’t have said anything. Just, go get ready. The sun's starting to set” he said and you scoffed. He walked off you and you shook your head.

You didn’t go get ready, instead you hid in your hut which you rarely used because you slept at the Sully home so often. No one would think to look there for a while. You looked in your mirror that you had and more tears filled your eyes. Lo’ak was right. How could the great mother willingly accept a disgusting vrrtep?

Your chin trembled, you knew things were too good to be true. Did Lo’ak think less of you because you were human? Was he beginning to not love you? He promised he always would. Maybe that is why he didn’t see you yet. You were too different.

“Baby! We’ve been looking all over for you” he said as he came into your hut, crouching down next to you. You shook your head and said “it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to do it anymore” “what? Why? Is it because of earlier? Y/n-”

“No, you were right! I am not worthy. The great mother would never accept me, I’ll never be more than a vrrtep. I’m not good enough, not for the great mother and certainly not for you” you said, refusing to look at him.

He rubbed your back and said “baby, that’s not what I meant. I just…I’m just so scared. The great mother is ready to welcome you as one of her children, everyone knows that. But god, I’m so terrified to lose you. It’s my worst fear, baby. If I lost you I- Eywa, I don’t know what I’d do”

“But what if you’re right?” You said, finally looking up at him. He sighed and said “I guess we’ll just have to find out. Please…don’t let me ruin this for you. I’m so sorry, I should’ve been nicer. This should’ve been so exciting, and I ruined it”

You shook your head and said “it’s- it’s fine. I’ll go” “if you’re not ready anymore we can wait” he said and you stood up, walking away. The feast was already prepped and the whole clan was anticipating this. You couldn’t let them down.

Lo’ak came in and smiled at you, as beautiful as the day he truly fell in love with you. You smiled at him just barely. He caressed your hair and said “are you ready? I’m going to take you. Neteyam will bring the avatar”

“Lo’ak-” “shh! I want to. Come,” he said, bending down. You walked over, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He scooped you up and noticed you were shaking, something you did when you were…damn it he couldn’t remember the word. Started with an a maybe?

“Y/n…you know you’re gonna be fine right?” He said and you shook your head. He let out a shaky breath, he felt terrible for scaring you and he was trying to convince himself you’d be fine but he couldn’t.

He whispered a prayer over you as he walked, making you shake less. “You’re going to be just fine,” he said, gently setting you down. You looked up at him, reaching up to touch his face one last time. He caught your hand and kissed it, holding it tight.

Tears filled his eyes as he gently lifted off the mask and kissed you gently, but longingly. “Please come back to me,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours as he stopped kissing you. He whimpered and you smiled slightly. “I-I promise. I I-I swe-ear” you said, struggling to breathe.

He smiled, kissing your cheek gently before he stood next to his mother, father, brother and grandmother. “You don’t come back and we kill you, girl” Neytiri said, a sad smile on her face as she cried.

She felt like she was giving up her child to the great mother, she was so scared. She didn’t feel this way with Jake, she convinced herself the great mother wouldn’t dare take him away from her and well, she was right. But would the great mother bless her so greatly twice in one lifetime?

You closed your eyes, your heart rate slowing and beginning the ritual. You relaxed, trusting that whatever happened was meant to be in your last moments in the human body. Lo’ak was shaking with fear, every prayer he called to the great mother wobbly and choked out. He was begging her, begging her to give you back to him. He made countless promises to the great mother, intending to fulfill every single one should his prayers be answered.

Mo’at called for everyone to stop and many of the clan members' ears perked up, tails swaying nervously as they watched. Lo’ak whimpered, running over to your avatar body as he called a prayer over you once more.

“Y/n…don’t…don’t do this. You promised me. You said you’d come back,” he said weakly, his entire body shaking. Mo’at bent down, whispering a prayer as her hands ghosted over your bodies.

“Just…wait,” she said, singing a prayer by herself. Lo’ak cupped your cheeks, sighing softly, giving up on hope. Just then, you opened your eyes and took a deep breath.

The clan gasped with joy, all whooping and yipping as they all cheered for you. Lo’ak’s body racked with sobs, Mo’at began to cry too. Neytiri and Jake ran over to you, hugging you tight as you sat up.

“Oh, sweet child. Thank you great mother, thank you!” She cried, the biggest smile on her face. You chuckled, looking up at Lo’ak. The truth was, he hasn’t looked into your avatar’s eyes not one time.

“Oel ngati kameie” he said, shocking you and himself. You blushed and tears spilled from both of your eyes rapidly. “Oel ngati kameie, sayríp”

Neteyam ran over and hugged you tightly. You looked around at the clan, looking behind you at your human body. You then looked up at Lo’ak with tears in your eyes as you whispered “I told you I’d come back” he scooped you up in his arms, standing up and shouting out at the clan.

He was so happy you came back to him. He should’ve known you would, your soul too pure for Eywa to withhold from the clan. He set you down and almost blushed when, despite being several feet taller than before, you still had to look up at him.

You threw your fist up, howling with the clan. You jumped down, hugging the children and the elders who also raised you your entire life. You’d never felt so loved. You felt like you belonged.

Kiri shoved him as she said “of course his skxawng ass scared her into thinking she wouldn’t come back” Neteyam laughed and so did Jake and Neytiri. Lo’ak shook his head and said “shut up! You wouldn’t get it cause nobody wants to mate with you” “Lo’ak! Be nice” Mo’at said and Kiri giggled.

Taglist: @laylasbunbunny @goddesslilithmoriarty

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

Chris Sturniolo

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#avatar fic #avatar 2009 #avatar 2022 #avatar 2 movie #lo’ak sully x reader #lo’ak te suli tsyeyk’itan #lo’ak fanfiction #atwow lo’ak #lo’ak #lo’ak x y/n #lo’ak x fem!reader #lo’ak avatar #lo’ak fic #lo’ak sully #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak x you #lo’ak fluff #lo’ak angst #lo’ak x reader

[tiredkiwilol]

to continue because i realized people can’t see if i did part 2 in a reblog that easily!!

i wanna talk about how legend and wind (the two most experienced heroes i’m pretty sure) have either been taking a bit of the lead or showing their experience. first, back during the battle legend gave the plan when the older heroes were busy and wind (when four tried to attack the iron knuckle) saved four. then, we’re seeing how now, legend and wind’s strategy really could’ve worked and wild even acknowledges that fact.

when the monsters fled legend was one of the first to run after them, even while he was still worried about twilight. then in this update he’s already questioning the shadow’s motives and the reasons he did what he did.

real quick i’d like to add how two of the maybe four times legend talked this update was to take the blame off someone’s shoulders. making them (indirectly) know that they aren’t to blame for this and that they tried their best. (this boy is so soft i swear)

next, i wanted to talk about jojo’s earlier description of legend, specifically the: “chooses not to be the leader type”

legend is clearly the veteran of the group and he’s good in battle and making up the quick plans to keep everyone safe. he made sure the others weren’t crowded and kept the younger heroes on track. i feel like we got to see him take on a leader like role during this past battle and i don’t think jojo put that line in his description for no reason. i think maybe we’ll see him take charge a bit more, especially not that we may be seeing more of the link’s full power/arsenal.

last but not least, time and the master sword. or rather, time and sky’s soon coming confrontation.

it’s clear that time dislikes the sword and that sky disagrees with him. he looks at the sword with a bit if anger and a bit of fear/wariness. i’m sure he has conflicting feelings about fi that will come up sooner or later.

fi is also the only sword that the shadow seems to fear (though i wonder why not legend’s version of the master sword) and it’s made the shadow flee more than a couple of times. i personally think that time is going to have to use the master sword at some point when either the others are down or it’s the only weapon that can harm the shadow.

anyway that’s basically all the thoughts u had, might post more where u just scream about how legend and wind are amazing but yeah. all art credit goes to @/linkeduniverse!!

#linked universe #lu time #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu sky #lu wild #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu four #lu wind #lu headcanons #kiwi headcanons

[preservationofnormalcy]

OOC: hey folks! Just wanted to give an ooc message. It’s a little late for new year’s, but still.

Thank you for following this little project. I’ve been consistently blown away by the following I have here. Thank you for supporting me both with likes, reblogs, and fun tags, but with merch as well. It means so much to me. I have like 300 asks in my inbox and so many of them made me laugh when I got them, or made my mind go crazy with ideas. I’ve developed a lot of this setting in large part due to submissions making me think about it.

I’m on the last day of a week long PTO I booked. I got a lot of stuff done behind the scenes, a couple projects I’m keeping secret for now but I hope you’ll see before too long. I also adjusted (hopefully for the final time) the button designs (including all the poster styles that weren’t available before), and did some writing. I wish I’d been able to sit down and just queue dozens of asks but alas - life and time don’t stop when you’re on vacation. Thank you all for your patience, and I hope someday I can do this full time (along with some other OPN-related things) so I can have a faster turnaround on that stuff. Going forward I might be a bit more choosy simply due to the amount.

I have a lot of ideas for things I want to do with this project and I hope I get to do even half of them. We’ve hinted at one of them already. I’m really excited for the future of this, and I hope you will be too.

As a final note, soon I’ll be adjusting the prices of the stuff in the shop. The stickers and buttons may increase in price by about 50 cents a piece, but sticker shipping cost will decrease. That may be in the next few days. Check out the ko-fi for prints of my posters, stickers, or buttons, or to just send good vibes.

Thank you all for your support and love. Reading tags is my favorite thing in the world currently. Over the rest of today, please feel free to send me any ooc asks you like (or reply to this post) about the setting or requesting something you’d like to see - more about a certain topic, or the interview for a certain poster, whatever. I’ll try and get to them sooner rather than later.

Finally - thank you so much to my co-writer for helping and being a sounding board. I appreciate you.

#ooc post #meta #love you all

[lucky-bucky-boy]

Arrogance Incarnate

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki and you don’t get along, at all. It’s infuriating and frustrating, except in the few moments where it’s pure bliss.  Inspired by @lokisgoodgirl series Hostile F*cks that I stumbled upon a few days ago.

Word Count: 2859

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, dom/sub elements, angry fuck, pet names, open-ended ending

A/N: This post does not have any of my taglist added as my taglist is now 2 years outdated. I hope you all enjoy this piece as I certainly enjoyed writing again. Let me know what y’all think!

This is set as if everything is happy and okay, everyone lives in the compound together. Also, inspired by @lokisgoodgirl​ Hostile F*cks series that I stumbled upon the other day!

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!

No one really comprehended how it got like this, some days it was better not to ask and just ignore it. It didn't start out this way, quite the opposite as a matter of fact; all warm welcomes and soft smiles inevitably turned into agitated sighs and annoyed eye rolls. 

You couldn't help it though. He had become absolutely infuriating; too sure of himself, too cocky, too arrogant… Too Loki. 

Nat sat beside you at the kitchen island, finishing up her food as the time neared for her to leave. Majority of the team had been assigned a mission, they wouldn't be gone for long - only 2 or 3 days - but it required a lot of manpower to assure no one got hurt. You'd been on the last few big missions so Tony let you sit this one out, figuring you'd enjoy some peace and quiet.  

But peace and quiet was the last thing you would get. Since this mission requires the most finesse, the assurance that no one would make an abrupt move, that no one would steer away from the plan, Loki had also been chosen to sit this one out. 

"I really hope you guys get back sooner rather than later," you huffed, picking at the last bit of the fruit in your bowl. 

Nat chuckled softly, shaking her head at your complaints, "Try not to kill each other while we're gone. Spiderboy is hanging back too if you need someone to occupy you."

You rolled your eyes, standing up to clean up your dishes and taking hers with you, "Peter is an MIT student, has to travel between here and Boston every 4 weeks, has a girlfriend, is working on suit upgrades, and has friends in the city he hasn't seen in months. I doubt I'm the first person on his list of people to 'occupy'."

Nat followed you, rubbing her hand along your back as you stood at the sink cleaning the dishes. "Well, take yourself out, or have a movie night. Maybe rearrange your room like you've been talking bout. Or find a good lay." She teased at the end. 

You shook your head, turning the water off and shaking your hands of the water, "Yeah yeah, I know. But I'd rather spend my time sitting in the same room as you, playing on my switch, and bitching about the same shit over and over. But I'll live. You, however, need to get going before Steve decides to come searching for you."

She sighed, an apologetic look spreading across her features. "I know. But, we're still on for that brunch and spa spot next week. I'll text you updates, okay?" 

You nodded, watching as she turned and made her way to the meeting room for debriefing. 

This was going to be a long few days. 

You started making your way to your room, intending to grab a book then head out to sit by the pool. But you didn't make it far, hearing Thor's booming voice echoing off the walls. You stopped, hating yourself immediately for being interested in the conversation, but nonetheless you stayed out of sight. 

"Be nice to her, brother. She was the only one kind to you when we arrived. Surely, you must appreciate that enough to think about your actions."

Loki's sigh was sharp and loud, "For the last time, Thor, how I treat our fellow colleagues," there was a tinge of disgust in his voice that turned your face sour at hearing it, "has very little to do with you. Besides, this back and forth between (Y/N) was started by her. For being the one who was kindest to me, she's the only one now who is constantly irritated by my very presence."

It was true. You hated to admit it, but every word was true. Shaking your head, you kept moving, trying you best to make it seem like you hadn't been listening in. 

When Thor and Loki had decided to make Asgard their new home, things were rough. Loki's history with Earth made it so that S.H.I.E.L.D required them to live with the Avengers for two years. Any trips he made outside the compound had to be supervised for the first 6 months, then slowly he could gain trust. 

Their arrival was almost a year ago. You had heard the many stories of Loki, mostly bad with Thor sprinkling in some good. It became glaringly obvious to you that something had to be happening at the time the others had met him, that pieces of information were missing for you to understand fully why Loki attacked New York. Sure, you didn't want to immediately dismiss the concerns, but you wanted him to feel like he had someone there who didn't hate him. 

And it did begin that way, a friendly introduction, showing him books, introducing him to movies and songs. There were countless times in the beginning where Loki and you were almost inseparable. 

Then the missions started, and irritation started. He was too brazen, making bold moves without discussion. More than once he had put you in a predicament where you could have gotten hurt. There was this one mission in particular, you were undercover in a club trying to collect information, Loki was your watch - the person you had been talking to had gotten a little too close, nothing you weren't expecting, but Loki apparently felt it was too much. The two of you had to rush out after Loki left the guy with a broken nose. 

Sure, it became frustrating to work on missions with him, but it didn't become bad at home until after he was able to leave the compound on his own. 

One night, admittedly after too many glasses of wine, you had made your way to Loki's room with the full intention of trying to flirt your way into a date with him. He was tall, stunningly gorgeous, playful, and caring. You had spent a lot of time with him, movie nights that kept you up late, stories being passed back and forth. But just as you were about to knock on his door, there was a loud, high pitched, nasally moan of his name. It was a voice you didn't recognize, your blood running instantly cold as your hand hovered over the door.

It was that moment that things turned bad. You had made an backhanded remark the next day, and Loki being Loki reciprocated. Every day another verbal dagger thrown until the two of you couldn't be in the same room together. 

Tony had even put you two on an easy mission together, hoping that somehow you two would have it out and things would improve, but that didn't work. It just made things worse. 

You did have it out though. The first times of many you would truly have it out with Loki. No one had noticed or caught on, not that either of you were aware of. You truly couldn't stand him anymore unless he was seated to the hilt in you, or if his piercing eyes were darkening between your thighs, or his hands roaming every inch of your body. 

How would anyone catch on? Outside of your bedroom, the two of you barely even spared a glance to each other and the ones you did were out of sheer agitation. No lingering words or flirty smiles. And the only time you found him in your bed was after weeks of build up from bickering and arguing. 

You closed your door behind you, sighing deeply to try to put your roaming thoughts at bay. This was truly going to be a long few days. 

The weather couldn't have been better, but the moment you stepped outside the desire to be anywhere but on a bed or couch went out the door. You stood there for a moment, taking in the warmth of the sunshine and the soft breeze of air that allowed a reprieve from the heat. The jets of the teams leaving soared overhead. With yet another sigh you turned on your heels, heading back inside. 

Opting to head back to your room, you passed the living quarters again where Loki had taken home for the day. Your footsteps passing brought his attention from the book in his hands, watching with slight amusement as you moved through the compound. 

"Having troubles making up your mind?" He called to you. 

Another huff and roll of the eyes, but you kept moving, ignoring the God's taunt. 

You hadn't been in your room long before the door flew open, startling you. Loki stood there, annoyance written on his face. "No one else is here, so must you continue to pretend to hate me to my core?"

Words left you, unsure of what to say or how to feel. This was bold of him, he'd hadn't come to your room without warning before, and truly you did expect to just ignore each others existence for the next few days. 

"I asked you a question." He let himself in, shutting the door behind him as he stalked his way to stand above you at the end of the bed. 

"Pretend?" You asked, voice soft and throat dried. You hated the effect he could have on you - the smell of him, of leather, musk, and mint overwhelming your senses. 

"Are you saying you're not pretending?" His eyebrows were raised. 

You huffed, rising from your sitting position to your knees. "Loki, I can assure you, that pretending would be much less exhausting."

"Darling, don't act like there isn't a part of you that wants me." You swallowed hard, staring up at him. Of course you wanted him, you wanted him in more ways than you would admit. Loki stared back, "If you're not pretending, then why do you hate me?" His voice was almost teasing. 

"You're arrogant. You're arrogant to the point that you are blinded by it." You stated.

"That's it? Did the little pet get her feelings hurt by something I said? Or was it something I did?" He teased, punctuating the end of his sentence by carding his hands through your hair and tugging tightly. 

"I am the God of Mischief after all, darling. You truly didn't think that I wouldn't be a little unhinged, did you?" He tugged your hair back, forcing a gasp out of you as he started to move you to a lying position, him hovering over top of you, "We both know there's a part of you that still loves it. If you didn't, you wouldn't have your legs wrapped around my waist right now, you wouldn't moan my name so wantonly, you wouldn't even let me anywhere near your pretty little pussy." 

Loki used his leverage of his hand in your hair to turn your head, kissing at the sensitive skin of your neck. "Admit it," he said between kisses, "admit you want me, darling."

A chill ran down your spine. You hated it, the second he was on top of you, you had instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands now carding in his hair. You were already getting wet, trying your best to hold back any whines or moans. 

Loki didn't like you ignoring him. He bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, sucking hard and undoubtedly leaving a mark. He pulled back, "if you want me to satisfy you, you need to admit it."

His hand left your hair, both of them moving to roam across your body. The moved under your shift, cold fingers causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. He didn't say anything as he continued on, hands moving to cups your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra. 

He was going to tease until you admitted it. Loki's hips rocked slowly against you, relishing in listening to you whine and whimper, your own hips trying to run against him, your core getting hot with need. His lips continued their assault on your neck, careful not to leave any marks too high up. 

Suddenly, your shirt was gone, Loki using it magic to take it off. His mouth move to your shoulder, leaving an array of purple and blue there, making his way further down and nipping at the top of your chest. 

"Please," you whined, pulling at his hair, "Please Loki."

He chuckled against your skin, hands snaking behind you to undo your bra, taking notice of the goosebumps thay spread across your skin from the feel of his hands on you. "Admit you want it. You know what you have to say."

You whined, squirming as he pulled up some to discard your bra. Immediately, his mouth attached to your nipple, flicking and sucking the sensitive bud as his hand moved to toy with the other one. He switched back and forth, your moans like music to his ears. 

Moans were spewing out of you, hips rutting harder and fast. "Damn it, Loki, stop the teasing and just fuck me if that's what you came in here to do." You managed to choke out. 

Loki pulled away from your chest, both hands playing with your nipples now. "I came here to teach you a lesson. Now, admit you want it." 

"I want it," you finally blurted out, feeling like you were going crazy with need. "I want you, Loki. Please just fuck me."

"Good girl," suddenly, all of your clothes were gone. He sat back on his legs, looking down at you for a few moments. "Heavens, you're still just as ravishing to look at."

His were gone now as well and he leaned back down, capturing your lips in his. It happened so quickly, him moving your calves to his shoulders, lining his cock up with your core, pushing in slowly as your lips moved against each other feverishly. 

Loki pushed himself all the way in, staying still once he was fully seated, watching the look of ecstasy on your face, eyes screwed shut and mouth slightly agape. It was a look he would never get tired of. 

He waited until you looked up at him to pull out and shove himself back in, setting a pace that rattled you inside out. He moved one of your legs down to his waist, angling his hips and moving a hand to rub your clit. 

Loud moans fell from you, echoing off the walls and sounding like songs in his ears. He kept at it, feeling your walls spasm, watching you feeling at him. 

A wave of confidence ran through you, moving your other leg back down to his waist, you sat up as best as you could, carding a hand through his hair and pulling him back down to kiss him. You move your lips to his neck, making sure his would match yours in color. Hands moving along his lean body. 

Pressure began to build, his relentless pursuit of both your high starting to become successful. Your free hand moved to his back, scratching against the pale expanse of skin and leaving bright red marks in your wake. 

Suddenly, a hand was gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye, "you're being so good for me for someone who hates me." A chill ran up your spine, the pressure in your core ready to flood and take over, "I can feel you squeezing my cock, cum for me, darling. Be my good girl and cum for me."

Between his blissfully sinful words and the rutting of his hips against yours, you toppled over the edge, immediately securing your mouth to his shoulder and biting down to muffle your loud moans. The pain spurred him on, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own high. Loki came, painting your insides white as he collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you too much with his weight as he took deep breaths, both of your hearts racing. 

There was a pleasant quiet that fell between the two of you, something that hadn't happened before. It was always finished and get gone as quickly as possible, but this time he laid there for a couple of minutes, both of you taking in the bliss of not being at each other's throat. 

Loki inevitably pulled out of you, taking the time to get up and get a rag from your connected bathroom. He brought it over, slightly damp, wiping the dried saliva from his own neck before handing it to you so you could clean yourself up some. As you did, he grabbed his clothes instead of using his magic to put them back on. 

Loki slipped his pants on, holding the rest of his clothes in his hand as he made his way to the door. With his hand on the knob, he turned to look at you, an almost tired expression on his face.

"When you have decided you're done pretending to hate me, let me know." And with that he walked out, leaving you there to contemplate your every emotion.

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