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mysteriesmuse · 9 months

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It all started with Katsuki being dead-asleep and sprawled out and snoring in a way that most people would deem horrendously uncomfortable, and obnoxiously pleasant. Like an overgrown cat.

He was dead to the world until his phone rang. Biceps twitching and flinging awake in the dark Katsuki’s dark red eyes cut across the grey light of his room to catch into the stark blue phone light that was buzzing like crazy. Hands accidentally fumbling as he grabbed it he squinted with a surprised, “fuck.” Why were you calling him? You were 2 years his senior and the resident babysitter/tutor of his neighborhood back in Musutafu. A smart student and pretty girl: one of the only babysitters his parents ever agreed to come watch him. Mostly because your death glare was one that could really rival his own mothers, but also bc Katsuki harbored a little bit of admiration and a crush on you for some time making him actually behave for you.

And as your name flashes across the screen pressed against his cheek he can only remember sitting at the kitchen counters and sharing orange slices as you quiz him for his practical exams. He hasn’t seen you in years. Your voice flits through same as ever, “Hey Katsuki!” He shuffles and sits up closer. His eyebrows peaked — you sound breathy and stressed. “Hey to you too,” he growls. Another whisky giggle, “I know it’s late. I’m really sorry about that! It’s just — well your mother always tells me to call you if I was ever alone at night and I couldn’t think of who else I trust to call. . .” His damn mother did have a habit of telling resident kids to call him in case they were in dangerous situations. A habit she always kept up since he was a kid; always making him walk with you and the other girls when school clubs let out. And now here he was a fledgling hero and Mitsuki was still telling extras to call him — I guess some things never change. Katsuki could hear the faint music of karaoke bars over the phone. Already getting out of bed and rummaging through his drawers for a pair of sweats and hoodie. “S’ okay. Where’re you at right now?” You huff a little sigh, “I’m out at the bar strip on the west side of the city . . . it’s a little chilly.” Katsuki already has his feet in his slides and is heading out his dorm room, “I can hear your teeth chattering from here.” He huffs, “Now what’s the problem?” “I’m just a little nervous . . .” You admonish finally, “Could you just stay on the phone with me, please Katsuki? It’s really kinda sketchy out here.” He grunts, already stepping out the dormitory door and hitting the streets. “I can do that. How’ve ya been? It’s been awhile.” You huff a little laugh, “College is fine pretty mundane to what you’ve been doing. I’ve seen you on the tv and in the news a lot recently. I’m real proud of you Kit-Kat. Your folks are too.” Katsuki can feel his stupid heart leap at that nickname you gave him.

It’s because he used to give you kit-kats every year on white day — which wasn’t really out of the ordinary since you gave him chocolate on valentines, but you gave chocolates to all the neighborhood kids anyways. And despite his parents teasing and his agony you never seemed to think much of it, ruffled his hair and gave him a cute nickname.

He chest swells with pride nonetheless. A particular school event was coming up and he finds himself mentioning it as he spots your form sitting under the bus stop and shouts into the night instead of the phone. “I’ve got my year-three performance showcase coming up next week. If you wanna come watch I can definitely get you tickets next to my folks.” Your eyes go wide and flit over to his figure in the darkness. And the first thing Katsuki can’t help but think is that you look pretty.

Your arms are crossed over your chest and the black corset top you’re wearing. It makes your waist and broad shoulders pop. And as he gets closers he can see that it’s got the lace closures down the sides with cute little bows that you’ve tied. A pair of cream colored trousers and tall peep-toe heels underneath as you rise to greet him. Phone slack in your hand as you stare at him. The black straps of your top dangling over your smooth collarbone as you inhale, “Kats what are you doing here?” Your head of curled hair — he’s never seen you with curled hair before — tilts like a puppy dog. He shrugs hands in his pockets, “Coulda asked you the same.” He says pointedly, you curl in and flush with embarrassment, “How much have you had?” “Only a few. I’m still sober.” You reply with a shiver as you fall into step beside him, “Not as fun as I thought it was gonna be. My friends are still inside.” At this Katsuki feels himself relax he didn’t think this was really your seen anyway. Especially with those friends he knows you’re referring to: the older kids of the neighborhood. “Yeah the rest of them are real pieces of work, babe.” Babe. Did he just call you babe? Dunce face is rubbing off on him. You notice, glancing to look up at him, but he watches you shake your head a little and dismiss it as quickly. “So what’s this showcase that you mentioned Kit-Kat?” He huffs, taking the side closest to the street, “It’s a promotional showcase for 3rd years. Show the pros what we can do, explain our personal philosophy, our ambitions. It’s like a really big resume preview. It’s real important for getting yourself out there to the agencies although I already have good ties to some.” You nod, bumping elbows with him as you dodge a streetlight, “seems really important,” you muse. “I’d love to come if it’s no trouble?” Katsuki’s eyes are glued into your glossy lips while you say that, turning away with the tips of his ears pink as he grunts, “S’ no problem at all. I can get ya’ one tomorrow.” You hum thoughtfully, “it’ll be nice to see you in action up close. I’ve watched your sports festival showings before — it makes me want s’mores.” at this you giggle and lock eyes with him, “I let you do that one time.” Katsuki groans rolling his eyes. “Still the best ones I ever had!” He chuckles nudging you with his shoulder. You beam ear-to-ear and his heart pitters as you loop an arm through his to steady yourself, “I can’t believe we’re both so grown-up now.” And here you go turning sappy on him.

“You know Suki’ I know you’re gonna be a great hero because you’ve always done stuff like this for me. No matter how often others tell you different, you send them to me okay?” And you’re sniffling now, still shivering against his side as you prepare to fight off all the haters he has. He’s matured a lot since his debut, but they don’t say make a good-first impression for nothing. He glances at you intelligent, well-educated, passionate as you are you weren’t gonna put up much of a fight — he still appreciates the sentiment. He grumbles a “thank you” into your hair as he walks you home in the dead of night.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugou headcanons #mha fanfiction #reader insert #mysteriesmusing #Totally random one today y’all I got off work sooo early this morning and wrote this #just a little blurb #I wouldn’t expect anymore of this idea

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star-girl69 · 2 months

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As much as I love overprotective Clarisse which believe me I DO😍😍 am I the only one who kinda wants to see a protective reader if something happens to Clarisse or even Ivy?!

I feel like Clarisse may just sit back and be Yh that’s my girl 🤭

Literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this

Also I love your writing so much it’s so goodddd I check my phone for any new posts all the time and scream when you do

TYSMMMMM BAE ILY!!!!!! been in a writing slump recently. someone else please write a mind bogglingly good clarisse fic to inspire me again. lord give me strength…

forget the fact this is 2 days late. thank y’all 🙏🙏

anyways officially adding danny to the perfect family bc I DO WHAT I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so imagine this

clarisse is participating in some sort of contest

idk roman gladiators LMAOOOO

but basically it’s like a big tournament? and yk she’s destroying eating it up cooking, whatever you will

finally she gets to like the semi-finals and atp everyone kinda knows she has it in the bag

her opponents are scared

(trust an underground betting ring was formed. everyone who bet on clarisse is thanking the gods and everyone who didn’t is shaking in their boots)

clarisse is happy bc you and the twins (danny and ivy)

are sitting right in the front row cheering her on

and she got a wonderful good luck kiss from you

so not only is she happy and thinking about that but also she’s convinced that she’ll win just bc she got a kiss from you

so the fight starts, ivy is genuinely SCREECHING at the top of her lungs she’s so me she can’t be normal about anything ever

and you and danny are just regularly cheering for her 😭

eventually someone behind you tells ivy to shut up

YOU WHIP AROUND BC WTF???

harshest death glare in the universe. like even zeus would be a little scared.

ivy doesn’t even notice she’s chill

the other person quickly shuts the fuck up.

then you turn back to watch clarisse and the fights just starting, the other dude is scared and knows his ass barely stands a chance

she’s having fun pummeling him

ugh fight scenes are hard to write

so eventually she tosses his ass to the floor

“GO MOM GO GO GO BEAT HIS ASS MOM BEAT. HIS. ASS.”

“IVY STOP FUCKING SWEARING”

and this dude, who’s laid on the ground, who knows he’s cooked, decides the best option is to grab some dirt and throw it in clarisse’s face

and no one was prepared for this

like clarisse was standing over him with her spear at his throat, smile on her face, everyone knew he was done for- THEN HE DECIDES TO PLAY DIRTY AND DO THIS???

like everyone thought clarisse had it in the bag

the rules for this competition were that you’re not allowed to use anything but your person and/or pre-approved weapon(s)

NOT EVEN CLARISSE WAS EXPECTING IT

SO SHES DISTRACTED BY THE FREAKING DIRT IN HER FACE

SO WHEN THIS BITCH KICKS HER SHE GOES DOWN

DEAD SILENT!!!!!!!

EVERYONE GASPS!!!!!!!

whispers in the crowd… “oh bro is cooked…”

(sorry i’m obsessed w saying cooked rn)

and he is cooked

but by someone unexpected.

clarisse is wiping the dirt off of her face swallowing her shame she can’t believe she got distracted and let herself fall she should have saw it coming but suddenly she hears someone screaming

she opens her eyes and sees you menacingly walking towards this dude, who’s still on the ground and scrambling away

and what’s funny it you’re yelling at him like a mother would

the crowd is giggling…

“THAT IS AGAINST THE RULES. WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT MANNERS??? WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT DECENCY??? SHAME ON YOU SHAME ON YOUR PARENTS SHAME SHAME SHAME”

clarisse is literally sitting there mouth dropped open when you grab his ear and he HOWLS

dragging him back towards clarisse, he’s kicking and screaming and literally CRYING

“HELP HELP HELP ME HELP SHE CANT SO THIS SHE CANT I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG”

“YES THE FUCK I CAN YOU BROKE THE FUCKING RULES NOW APOLOGIZE YOU LAWLESS SWINE”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING PLEASE I DIDNT”

one of the apollo kids who organized the event is looking around (kinda enjoying it) but mostly very scared

“technically you did break the rules… sorry pal…”

“PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME”

obviously, this is the hottest thing clarisse has ever seen in her life.

she’s sitting back on her palms, watching in utter amazement, trying not to bite her lip

someone loving clarisse… that gets her going

someone loving clarisse enough to PROTECT HER??? she’s about to explode. EXPLODE. she’s never needed you so bad in her life LMAOOOO 😭

and this bitch is STILL refusing to apologize

like damn it’s not that hard… it’s not like you have any pride left to speak of you just got dragged around by the ear 😭😭 bro you’re cooked just apologize and get out while you can

AND YOU’RE GETTING FED UP WITH IT TOO

“hey, dumbass, why don’t you look at the stands?”

you point, and everyone follows your finger.

ivy is a literal cartoonish whirl of her pink t-shirt and the white shorts with the little trees on them

danny is holding her back (with ease, might i add he’s strong as fuck 💪)

“i’ll let her out.”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING-”

“LET HER OUT”

he barely escapes that attack.

when you finally call ivy off of her attack, she stands next to clarisse, literally growls at the dude, before hugging clarisse

clarisse is still on the ground in utter shock.

she can’t keep her eyes away from you and ivy. she can’t get rid of the GLOWING feeling in her chest

is this… what it’s like… to be loved?

WAHHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH BITCH NOW IM THE ONE CRYING NOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

danny eventually walks over and helps her up

then they all watch as you smile sweetly at this very traumatized dude and ask if he’s ready to apologize

“IMMSORRUOHGOEE IMSORHR ESEBIMS YORUUE”

(i’m sorry oh gods im sorry i’m sorry”

then you walk over to clarisse, rolling your eyes and mumbling about bad parenting, girl she pounces on you.

kisses you so hard in front of everyone

ivy and danny are hugging each other and shielding each other’s eyes, screaming, begging for you two to stop

“y/n” she breathes as she pulls away “you are… the most amazing mother, the most amazing girlfriend, and literally the love of my fucking life.”

literally twirling your hair “omg baeeeee you’re too sweet 🤭”

(y’all don’t end up leaving her cabin for a LONG time.)

after this clarisse definitely sort of realizes a whole new side of your relationship. seeing you publicly defend her like that, publicly care about her, love her, omg she is going crazy for you!!!

after this incident she definitely stops calling you her gf.

gives you a really pretty ring she got one of the hephaestus kids to make, starts calling you her wife

and nobody better have a problem w that lol or else they got two ares killing machines, one feral attack dog, and a literal mother who is not afraid to drag you by your ear.

—-

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peterparkersnose · 10 months

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I Need You More Than I Wanted To

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

word count: 3k

warnings: needy din, lowkey out of character but idc, pining possibly one sided, lots of begging, angst, description of y/n’s body, masturbation reference if you squint HARD, sappy speeches at the end, arguing, lots of angst (bc angst is my favorite)

a/n i’ve had this idea in my drafts for MONTHS so i’m so happy i’ve gotten around to writing it.

summary Y/N overhears a damaging conversation between Din and Greef Karga

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read time: 11 mins 8 seconds

Din’s heart ached like no other watching you these past few days. The silent suffering, the longing, and the pain he has been observing was hard to watch; the hardest part was that he was the reason for this.

He knew you like the back of his hand. For years the two of you have been traveling the galaxy, searching for as many credits as possible and managing to have a fun time while doing it. Living life with you is how Din preferred it. It was carefree. The two of you made a great team and wanted to live lavishly one day. That was the dream, at least. The two of you saved credits like crazy, but it never seemed to be enough to purchase a palace. Once the kid came along everything changed. The sudden dream of living large seemed to fade over the horizon. Something clicked. The two of you were now parents.

When Greef mentioned to him about you when the two of you visited the new Nevarro, Din was sure he was just messing with him.

“Are you two finally together?”

The question confused Din.

“You know, the way she looks at you. That’s love.”

Din was shocked. Had he really been that clueless?

“That’s impossible,” Din responded. Greef laughed. “You're telling me that if she made the first move, you wouldn’t reciprocate it?”

A strict “No” came from Din. “Never.”

The child cooed and the two men turned around. There you stood in the doorway, waiting for them to finish their conversation. The exact conversation you had just overheard.

Your mouth slightly dropped. The expression on your face was shocked. You quickly blinked and closed your mouth, trying to mask your disappointment. But Din knew. Maybe it was enough to fool Greef Karga, but Din knew he had just hurt the person he cared for the most deeply.

“H-he wanted you,” you said silently, not expecting your voice to quiver. You set down Grogu on the red velvet couch. Din nodded. Your lip quivered as you stared at him through the visor in pure shock. With hurt in your eyes, you excused yourself to the shared quarters the two of you were given for the time of your stay.

“And that…” Greef began. Din scooped up Grogu in his arms. Grogu made a noise and grunted, seemingly wanting to now leave his father and attend to his heartbroken mother. He squirmed in Din’s arms until he let him down.

“That was the look of heartbreak.”

The next few days on Nevarro were filled with a cold distance. Neither you nor Din wanted to discuss the elephant in the room. Simple words were exchanged in the interest of the child, but that was about it.

It was your last night on Nevarro.

Din had been at the cantina with Greef Karga and some of his associates, celebrating the newly liberated Nevarro. You had gone to bed early, staying with Grogu.

You were surprised Din even agreed to go out, he hated outings such as drinking with friends. If things weren’t so heated at the moment, he would have much rather preferred a night staying in with you and watching some stupid show on your datapad and eating whatever your heart desired.

The sun had been set for hours. You were lounging in your satin red sleep robe that was complimentary given to you upon your arrival. The beautiful braid you had your hair up in all day was now gone, your hair was curled due to the all-day friction. The ladies assigned to your care were more than delightful. With the satin robes and braids you could never master, it was like you never wanted to leave. You lay on the king-sized bed you had been giving to Din the last few nights. The couch was beginning to hurt your back, and he was nowhere to be found.

Grogu, still not asleep, was patting the lavish sheets with his hands. You smiled, watching the curious creature discover the new textures. Your eyes wandered to the marvelous carvings coated in gold paint that covered the pillars in your room. Eyes beginning to droop, you were suddenly awoken by a cold hand on your exposed thigh.

“Buir!” he squealed. Recognizing the Mando’a right away, your thinned-lip smile turned into a frown. “I know,” you sighed, extending your hand towards the child and brushing the top of his head. “He’ll be back soon.”

Grogu crawled up your legs and onto your torso. Grogu began grabbing some of the strands of hair that lay on your chest, you slowly separated his hands from the grasp. “Good job on speaking, buddy.” you smiled, now sitting against the bedframe. Grogu sat in your lap, reaching for your hair once again. A genuine smile arose on your face as you watched your son rest in your lap. The thought of Din left your mind, but only temporarily. He seemed to haunt your dreams as he haunted your days. You fell asleep with Grogu in your lap.

Din’s clanky armor trudged up the many stairs to the guest bedroom. It was almost like a full workout, he was ready to get into the shower and then get into bed.

Din absolutely hated his time out; barely being able to sip his drink and listening to the arguing of men about topics he didn't even care about was not his idea of a good night. He didn't want to admit it though—he yearned to spend the night with you. You consumed his every thought, and with every sip of his strong alcohol, he just kept feeling worse and worse. The image of your face re played in his head all week. With the disappointment and hurt he never wanted to inflict on you, the guilt was building up in his stomach like no other.

Slowly, his ungloved hand waved against the sensor. The door whirred open. Din hoped he didn’t wake you, it was already almost morning, even though the sunrise was hours away. He could hear the morning bugs begin to chirp on his way home. As his eyes adjusted to the lighting, he set his helmet down on the chair in the corner. He turned around to find you- his heart seemed to skip a beat.

Laying in the silk robe you were gifted, your legs were parted awkwardly as you slept. You lay on your stomach with your face delved in a pillow. The slow movement of your back going up and down gave Din the confidence that you were okay. One arm lay at your side, the other cradled Grogu against your waist. His breath finally caught up with him once he realized he had been staring for too long.

The only thing he could seem to think about in his shower was his best friend. The woman who had always been there for him. She was merely a partner until Greef suggested otherwise. The thought of even diving into anything romantic with you never crossed Din’s mind until then. His hand held his seemingly limp body on the wall, holding him upwards as the water washed over him. The thought of you sprawled out on the bed, on his bed was just…

The thought went straight to his head, making him feel emotions for you he never had before. Your body, the way you lay, how you were protecting his son even in slumber. Everything about you seemed so appealing in a way Din had never felt for another woman.

“You know, the way she looks at you. That’s love.”

Greef’s voice haunted Din’s mind as he slept. He woke up gasping for air on the couch. You turned to look at him but only for a moment. You made eye contact. It was rare you saw him without his helmet, and even rarer to make complete eye contact. Din wasn’t one for eye contact. Looking down, you continued to fold Grogu’s extra robes that were freshly cleaned and delivered to your room earlier this morning. You were packing to leave.

Din sat upright, his hand holding his forehead. His head was pounding. Looking up, he noticed a glass of water and a few pills sitting on the table in front of him. Presumably set up for him, by you. His heart sank. Even in pain, you somehow still cared for him. He turned to look at you again. You were still getting Grogu ready to leave. He was jumping on the bed, making gargling noises as you tried to dress him. Din took the pills and finished the water and set the glass down with a clank, so you knew he had seen your gesture.

“What time are we leaving?” he asked, standing up to finish his packing. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; his hair was disheveled and he was in need of a shave. He ran a hand over the patchy stubble on his cheeks. To his surprise, his bag was sitting packed on the same chair where he rested his helmet last night. His helmet was sitting on top of the bag.

You sighed. “Din,” you croaked, saying his name for the first time in days. He looked over at you. The same pain was there, but the look of exhaustion followed it. “I-I’m not going.”

His brows raised. A slight panic set in. “What do you mean, your not going?” he asked in a more hostile tone than needed. You drew in a sharp breath and looked back at the same gold detailing you were looking at the night before. “Grogu is packed,” you simply said, scooping the child up in your arms. He squealed at your embrace, cuddling up in your arms. It was the last time you were going to be with Grogu, at least for a while. “Greef invited us to breakfast,” you said, swiftly walking past Din to the door. Your attempt to leave was unsuccessful.

Din grabbed your arm and pulled you back. Grogu let out a whine, as he was shuffled in the hassle. No words had to be said, the stares you were giving each other were enough. Din tilted his head slightly. The feeling of you was slipping through his fingers. Memories of you two fighting bounties, saving credits for a future, and then raising Grogu together hurt him more than ever. You were already too far gone. He had done damage that seemed irreversible.

A single tear rolled down your face.

It was never meant to go this far.

“Let me go,” you begged. Din didn’t realize his grasp on you was getting tighter as the seconds went by. “I don’t want to,” he whispered, closer to a mumble.

With reluctance, he let go of your arm.

“What about the villa?” he called after you as you were about to exit the room. You stopped cold in your tracts. “Don’t bring up the villa-” you scolded him, turning around. The once-thought dream of living lavishly with Din, as a retired pair on a fancy planet scorned your broken heart. “You're really just going to leave? After everything?” he asked.

“You were my everything.” you bitterly cried out. Grogu squirmed in your arms. You sat him down on the bed.

Those words punched through Din like a thousand knives. “I didn’t mean-”

“Then what did you mean?” you ask, approaching Din. “I heard your conversation loud and clear, Din. I understand your intentions.”

“Y/N I had no clue,” he tried to defend himself. “Liar!” you screamed. Din was taken aback by your anger and took a few steps back. “I have spent the last many years of my life following you around blindly. We lived together, slept in the same bed, shared meals, shared laughs, and now share a child! I held you during cold nights! I saw your face, we’ve seen each other nude more times than I can count, you cared for me when I got hurt on that one mission to Tatooine. You cared for me while my leg was broken and I was helpless. We were everything without a title, Din! There is no way you never saw or felt anything. I simply don’t believe it. I can’t believe I thought I could see the true heart of a cold, selfish Mandalorian.”

Din was almost at a loss for words. He stood for a moment, finding words to say as he watched you realize every single word you had just spewed out at him. Your hand began to shake as you sat down, covering your mouth and staring at the carpet with wide eyes.

“Do you think I chose this? This is how I was raised, Y/N!” he argues. Your gaze moved from the carpet and back to Din. “I cannot take a spouse unless they are a Mandalorian, you know this,” Din begged, grasping for straws. He wanted you more badly than anything else in the world, but the creed that was so deeply indoctrinated in him was fighting the feelings.

“Blinded by your creed.” you spat out. Din seethed. The creed he was in the process of abandoning anyways.

“Why do you think I’m leaving it?” he blurted out. He didn’t want to admit it, but he said it out loud. Never had he ever admitted before to himself, let alone another person that he was done with his origins. The religion he was raised in, the culture that had brought him in and saved his life was now being thrown out… but for what? The convincing Bo-Katan did and saving him from this cult-like creed saved his life, truly deep down. Even if the efforts were small, they awoke something in Din. But was he really ready to shun his culture completely? Din never really came to terms with it, I guess, until now.

“You have hurt me deeply, Din Djarin,” you said with your lip quivering, stating your final words. With that, you took Grogu and went to breakfast. You knew using his full, true name always hit him in a spot where it hurt most.

As you were about to walk down the spiral staircase at the end of the hallway, you heard your name being called clearly from the other side of the hall. You turned around, seeing Din jogging down the hall to you.

“Din! Your helmet,” you cried out. He had left the room without it. As he only trusted you and Grogu to see his natural face, anyone who he didn’t trust could turn him into the leaders of his clan. It touched him that you seemed to care for him on some level to still care about his helmet insecurities.

Then again, the reigns the creed held on him were loosening day by day.

“Wait,” he said, huffing as he approached you. “Please.”

“I want to go eat breakfast,” you said sternly.

Din’s arms loosely fell over your figure, his hands slowly touching your arms as they cradled Grogu.

“Don’t go,” he begged.

You looked up into his glossy eyes. Often you would forget how much taller he was than you. Sighing, you looked away.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t.”

Din’s knees seemed to collapse under him. He gave in to the buckling of his kneecaps and grabbed both of your hands, begging on his knees for you.

“To live all these years blindly, to not see what was truly in front of me will haunt me for the rest of my days. I am lost without you. Like a galaxy without stars, I am incomplete. I hope you can forgive me for my foolish words, I did not know what I was saying. You are everything to me. The mother of my child, my partner in crime, my light in the dark, my moon to guide me at night, my motivation, my companion, my love. Please forgive me. I need you to stay. You are all I have, you are all I need. A life without you is not worth living.”

To end his plea, he kissed your hands and wept.

Your right hand moved from his grasp to cup his cheek. It was wet with tears. “Don’t cry,” you whispered, wiping a tear away. “Din please,” you said, tearing up as you watched him sit and beg for you.

As his were moments before, your knees seemed to fail you and you joined him on the ground. Your hands grasped his hair as you engulfed the sobbing man in a hug. The soothing sounds of you shushing him like a baby filled the empty hallway.

“I won’t leave, I promise,” you whispered. This seemed to only make him cry harder. The realization Din had of how lucky he was and how close he was to losing you terrified him.

You would have never thought that you would be holding a sobbing Mandalorian. This was living proof of how much he loved and adored you. “H-how could you ever forgive me?” he asked, looking up into your gaze.

“I already have, my love.”

And with that, the two of you delved into your first kiss. It was wet and filled with passion, but also had a theme of hesitation from the two of you.

In all honesty, it was Din’s first kiss ever.

He moved his lips against yours, following your lead. The passion that moved between the two of you was something you had never felt with anyone else before. His hands wandered to your waist as he feverishly begged for more, but knew the limits of the setting the two of you were in.

Moments before the inevitable breakaway, your kiss was interrupted with a cool paw on your leg and a “Patu”

You rocked back on your legs to see the tiny green baby looking angrily at the two of you. A small laugh came from you and Din as he picked Grogu up and fixed his robes.

“Go get fixed up,” you said sweetly, kissing Din on the cheek. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“One question?” he asked, just as you were standing up to leave.

“What time are we leaving?”

“12.” you smiled, ruffling his already messy hair.

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looseduke · 1 year

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okay insane thought about names and the feelings i have about them as a transgender blended family kid. it requires a leap of logic where the fantasy high parent couples remain dating and get married or otherwise legally bind themselves together but follow me on this for a moment. also i don’t know or care if this follows canon im just deciding it does

gilear took sandra lynn’s last name

could not afford to change it after the divorce

gilear is just one of those ppl who really likes having the same last name as his life partners, doesn’t have to be his name, he just thinks it’s nice

(sandra lynn liked her name and though she has Many Issues and might have changed her name in an attempt at normalcy gilear’s name was definitely something outlandishly stupid and he suggested it first anyway so it worked out)

do u see where im going with this

gilear seacaster.

fabian is furious but this ain’t about him

something so funny about taking your (way funnier if they don’t even get married) girlfriend’s dead husband’s last name

he keeps faeth as a middle name bc it’s still a connection to fig that he values and wants to keep

anyway. jawbone hears about all of this. absolutely loves it. thinks it’s awesome

jawbone o’shaughnessy-faeth!

yes with the apostrophe and the hyphen. yes every time.

he likes the connection to gilear and fig as much as he does the one to sandra lynn <3

when consulted fig was SUPER enthusiastic about another dad. gilear was like sigh. that might as well happen. im already being dunked upon by my mean stepson. go ahead.

okay the grand finale. the reason i even made this fucking post

adaine kills her dad, gets adopted, and starts to wonder if she should change her name

adaine makes amends with her sister, and starts to wonder if she should keep it

jawbone lets her know right away that he’ll support her decision no matter what, but it takes a long time for her to decide

it takes watching gilear and fabian bicker over their shared last name, watching fig get sappy over gilear holding onto the name faeth, watching fig and jawbone get sappy over THEIR shared last name, watching sandra lynn hide a smile whenever it comes up, watching, watching, watching

watching her sister learn and grow and love her unconditionally

she makes her decision, and when her dad brings her home from the fantasy dmv, there’s a new name on her ID

adaine abernant-o’shaughnessy-faeth. yes all three names. yes with the apostrophe. yes with the hyphens. every time

it’s for her dad, yes, for the man who gave her a home, who helped her find her strength, who is always her safe space, but it’s for more then that too

it’s for her sister, who for better or worse is in all of her earliest memories. who never underestimated her. who’s trying, every day

it’s for her sister, who called her awesome on the first day of school. who’s always there for her. who wears her heart on her sleeve and teaches adaine it’s okay to be emotional. who’s her best friend

it’s for the man who took her in when he had next to nothing to offer, who shared his extra garlic knots and vending machine snacks, who hosted his daughters strange friends night after night without question or complaint

and it’s for the elven woman sitting across from her at the dinner table, who understands her greatest fear better then anyone else and has built a life for herself despite her mistakes. who protected her on their quest. who opened her house for about 6 teenagers to live there permanently and anywhere between 3 and 10 more to hang out as much as they want

adaine abernant-o’shaughnessy-faeth, the people’s oracle <3

#there is absolutely nothing wrong with being family and having different last names. or having the same last name and not being family #but personally #choosing my name and who got to be included was one of the most powerful things in the world and i want that for her <3 #dimension 20 #fantasy high #adaine abernant #also i personally am an o’[name]-[name]#and let me tell u. every computer hates you so much forever. but it’s okay

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arminsumi · 8 months

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hey if ur up for it could u write promt 8 of friends to lovers for armin.. but like the reader teaches him how to kiss bc she really wants an excuse to finally kiss him? hehe

KISSING ON THE COUCH.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

8 — "I'll teach you to kiss."

NOTE: wheee!! i'm ngl this prompt was made with armin in mind hehe 💗

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🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

"Ah, yeah, I mean, kissing is a core part of romance for most people, right? But there's no way I can do that."

Armin's chatting with you in the living room of your parent's house, just like you've always done since you were kids.

"Why? Kissing is pretty fun." you look over at him, drifting from the interleading kitchen over to where he sits slacked on the couch.

He mutters a quick and sweetly Armin-esque thank you under his breath when you hand him a soda. Vanilla Cola, his all-time favorite; he's drank it since he was twelve and didn't intend to stop drinking it.

"But kissing is awkward... you know how my first kiss went." he grimaces at the memory. You let out a breathy laugh, he looks so cute, almost like a drawing of a cute boy rather than a real one.

"Personally, I wouldn't count that as a first kiss. You were, like, what? Thirteen?" you open your own soda with a pop. It fizzes loudly, the bubbles audibly popping.

He opens his own soda, but of course — he does it in such an Armin kind of way. Very delicately pulling the tab back with his very delicate fingertips, as if the metal hurt his sensitive skin. You know he had the worst acne phase out of all your friends, there are faded scars on his cheeks. Rather than mar his beauty, you think they add to it; of course he never believed you when you said that.

"I think I was fourteen. Didn't you have yours when you were — eighteen? Right?" he looks over at you, fingertip circling the soda can lid.

His eyes always get you. They're entrancing. Hypnotizing. Spellbinding. Armin's unaware of the effect he has on girls, but that just makes him even more attractive.

"I did, yes. No need to remind me." you grumble, taking another sip of your soda and coming to a kneel at the coffee table.

You two always sat like that; him lazily on the couch, you on the plush carpet by the coffee table. Always propping your elbow on it, squishing your cheek on one palm. In the middle of a conversation, Armin would mimic your pose just to get a laugh out of you.

"Eighteen isn't too old to have your first kiss. I've told you that before." he reassures.

"Yes it is! Some people have their first kiss when they're little kids."

"But those kisses don't mean anything. They're childish kisses." Armin says.

"What age d'you think people start having adult kisses?" you ask him curiously, setting your soda down on the table.

You watch as Armin looks up in thought for a moment, his hand swiftly wiping some residual soda liquid off his upper lip. How does he make everything so attractive? In fleeting moments like these, you felt a strong urge to kiss him.

I could kiss him. I just need a plan. We're on the subject of kissing already.

You plot your moves like you're playing chess. It really isn't that difficult, but to you it feels like an impossible match.

"I think, adult kisses — eh that's a weird way of saying it — good kisses are after you're eighteen. Or maybe when you've had enough practice? But never mind, I think all the kisses I'll ever have will always be slightly awkward because I don't know what to do." he says.

He glances at you. His heart pangs when you and him make electric eye contact and he looks away. "You know..." he begins, but you cut him off.

"Why don't I teach you to kiss a girl?" you blurt out. "I mean, we're friends. Why not. I mean if you want to. Just a thought..."

He cracks a shy smile, "Just a thought?" he chuckles, then sits up and sets his soda down after a brief moment of thought.

"Alright, teach me." he asks and pats the seat next to him.

You climb up on the couch and settle down into a comfy position next to him — oh, you're very close, he thinks. The proximity makes his heart pang again, he can feel it sharp in his chest. But why? I mean, like you said, you're friends.

Do friends sit on the couch practicing kissing?

"Don't look at me like that." you tease lightly.

He blinks at you, "Like what? Oh, sorry." he giggle and widens his eyes a little. You've scolded him for having bedroom eyes many times, and he's defended that it's not bedroom eyes but rather he just has naturally lidded, sultry eyes.

"So... question." he asks as you lean in. His breath fans your face, it makes your lips tingle. You can smell the Vanilla Cola.

"Hm?"

"Where do I put my hands? Because that's something I've never really understood..."

"Oh... well you can put them anywhere you like."

"Can you guide me?" he asks.

You look at him for a moment. His heart goes wild when you take his hands in yours. Yes you and him have held hands, plenty of times in fact, when you walk around town or when you run down the school corridors or while you explore abandoned buildings.

"Personally... I would want your hands here." you tell him, placing them on your neck, "And if you'd cup the back of my neck like — yeah, like that..."

Was it getting stuffy in here? But there's a good breeze coming in through the open window. Yet you feel like you're choking up. It seems like he is, too.

Warm hands cupping the back of your neck, gentle fingers holding you like a trophy, two big blue eyes staring into your soul.

He pulls you in for a peck. A sweetly awkward one. Your noses bump. Well, now both of you can't stop smiling which makes it hard to do anything.

You lean in for a peck, but it lasts longer than his and — oh my god, he melts. It's history from there. Feeling his best friend's lips sent him to another dimension, as dramatic as that sounds.

He's levitating when you keep pressing teaching kisses to his lips. He loves that you take your time, like you're savoring the taste just like when you sip on your soda.

"Y-you can tilt your head, too, it makes it feel better..." you tell him, a little short of breath.

His head spins a bit at the sensation. His lips are tingly.

"Okay..."

So he tilts his head into the kiss, and holds the back of your neck and slides one hand down and finds your hand. He holds it.

He breaks from the kiss, lips hovering hot over yours, and looks at you through his lashes. "Is this good?"

"Mhm. Really good. You're doing g-good." you assure him.

"Can I keep going?" he asks.

"Yeah..."

So he keeps kissing you, gliding his lips over yours slowly. If anything, he only gets slower. He's really trying to savor it. Like he savors the taste of Vanilla Cola.

Minutes go by, though time dissolved in your minds by now. It was just another meaningless concept. Did past and future exist? Well, did it matter while kissing? No. No it didn't.

You pull away. He blinks and sucks in a breath, bangs lightly ruffled from pressing so close to your forehead. He can taste you on his lips, on his tongue, you're pervading his whole system and he loves it.

"S-so... that's... yeah... any questions?" you laugh, regaining composure quicker than him.

"Huh? What — questions? Yeah... can we do that again?" he asks eagerly.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"I just meant... like... keep teaching me. I think I can learn a lot from those lips." he backtracks nervously, Addam's apple shifting a little when he swallows sharply.

"Oh, right... well... y-yeah. Let's keep going then. Why don't you try kissing me now — mmf."

He goes in for it without hesitation. He kisses with his whole body, you can feel a surge of his passion wash over you, and he can feel a surge of tingles across his brain.

There's a lot of serotonin to be farmed from your kisses.

Light smacking sounds, subtle saliva sounds, lips on lips. He's never enjoyed kissing like this. But it's just practice. You're just teaching him so he can kiss... who? Who does he want to kiss? He doesn't have anyone in mind other than you.

He gets lost in it, and without thinking much he nibbles your bottom lip and swipes his tongue across it. You let him poke his tongue in and — well both of you melt harder than before. It's so impossibly soft. No wonder people praised French kissing. But did they ever get French kissed by such a gentle sweetheart like Armin? You were the only one to have that honor.

"Hah... sorry." he pulls away, breathless.

You pant very lightly, " 's okay..." you smile, "I don't mind if you... use tongue. I like it a lot..."

"Okay..." he gulps and then goes right back in to continue.

Weren't you supposed to be teaching him? It feels like that's not necessary, since both of your lips mold together perfectly. You and him are two matching puzzles pieces.

"Y/n?" he breaks from the kiss and looks down at you, hands gently squeezing both your hands now.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

He slightly smirks, lips glistening with your saliva, "Did you really wanna educate me on kissing, or did you just wanna kiss me?" he asks. Damn that sharp intuition.

"If the latter, how would you feel about that...?" you ask tentatively.

His heart thumps. Throbs. Palpitates. Malfunctions. You look so sweet, he wants to kiss you again and again.

He doesn't answer with words, he just dives back in for a feathery kiss, tangling his body with yours. Hands cupping your cheeks, in a very indescribably Armin kind of way.

He speaks in between each smooch.

" 'shoulda — kissed me — sooner." he mutters, taking a deep inhale as he kisses you harder than before, leaning into your body, cupping your cheeks so comfortably.

#♥️ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン #fluff #armin #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin fluff #prompts #armin aot #shingeki no kyojin #fic #fanfic #aot fanfic #aot x reader #armin x fem reader

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gavi4me · 6 months

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Jude’s birthday

Warnings - smut, Dom! Jude, sub reader, degradation, slight chocking, cursing. (Might be more but all I can think of rn )

Slight angst, fluff, & smut

“You’re being ridiculous!” Jude yelled from the stairs as you ran off to your room with tears in your eyes. You slammed the door shut, mascara surely making you look like a panda at that moment. You grabbed his gift you bought him and went over to your desk, grabbing scissors, promptly cutting the gifts fabric and spitting on them. It was Jude’s birthday. Everything had to go perfect. But he had to ruin it. You wanted to do something special. You decided to rent out a London club to host a party for him. Everyone would be there, including his closest friends.(no invitation for the parents bc you actually wanted to have fun) you wanted to make a good impression while still looking sexy. You wore a small sequence top with a couple different colors and a short skirt to match it, making your chest look delicious. Jude apparently didn’t like how skimpy the dress was tell you that you looked like a whore basically asking for men to approach you. You were mad that he called you a whore over a dress. He was the one with a bunch of sexy woman (or girls😔) at his feet. Shouldn’t you be the angry one?

(The dress is at the top)

That night instead of celebrating at the club and having fun, you were in your biggest hoodie that wasn’t Jude’s while watching the notebook, crying hard.

Jude on the other hand had gone to the party, not really caring if you were upset. He had drank a lot that night, dancing around, being the funny drunk Jude he was.

You finally built the courage to talk to Jude, possibly even apologize. You hadn’t realized he left the house though. You searched the entire premise, deciding to finally call him.

No answer

Where could he be?

“Happy birthday to Judy boy! Happy birthday day to you!”

Jude sat around a large, 8 tiered cake ordered by you, surrounded by his closest friends, brother, and a few other plus-ones but something in him didn’t feel right. He had this weird feeling in his stomach. Guilt maybe?

He had put his phone on silent for whatever reason and didn’t realize the many calls and messages left by you.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” You yelled at your phone, starting to feel enraged.

“Please leave your message for 20-“

“FUCK!” you yelled, throwing your phone as hard as you could on to the couch like an iPad kid does when they fall in tower of hell, starting to get angry again.

You finally decided to give up on calling him, assuming he was at a bar drinking.

You went on to instagram to procrastinate, but instead you saw on one of Jude’s close friends stories and photo of Jude holding a beer bottle, seemingly drunk at the club YOU rented. Everyone was there, except you. Now you were pissed, feeling all sorts of ways. Sad, angry, frustrated, the list can go on and on.

Jude gave no shits about you. He never cared if you were there. If you stopped texting, would he realize? Or did he not care that much.

Jude was on his uncountable glass of beer, unable to walk. Everyone was leaving as it was nearing 1 am.

“Fuck Jude. How will you get home? I’m taking a taxi.” One of Jude’s friends said. Jude wasn’t listening though. He was sitting on a barstool, ‘on the radar’ by Drake & central cee playing in the background, to wasted to understand words.

It was only Jude and 3 of his close friends. Everyone else had left or were hooking up in the bathroom.

“Just text his girl. We are all too intoxicated to drive.” One of his friends suggested.

Jude shook his head hard knowing you were still very much mad at him.

“Yeah let’s do that.” The other said not looking at Jude.

They took Jude’s phone, calling you.

You were in the shower crying to ‘someone you loved’ by Lewis capaldi. (Istg this song makes me cry so hard - especially the music video. Recommend)

“I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved” you sang/cried (either fits in).

When the song ended you stepped out of the shower, grabbing your towel, leaving a little trail of your wet footsteps to the bedroom.

-ring ring ring-

Someone was calling you.

*incoming call*

Jude Bellingham

What did he want? As if you wanted to know.

You went back in fourth on whether you should pick up or decline. In the end you picked up, truly wondering why he had the nerve of calling you.

“-hello?” You said

“Hey Jude’s like really drunk and we are all taking cabs. Can you come pick him up?”

“Can’t someone call him a cab?” You asked annoyed that they were calling you to help Jude, the man who didn’t seem to care about you.

“Well-no……”

You sighed in annoyance. You really hated Jude’s friends sometimes.

“I’ll be there in 15”

“Perfect. We’ll be gone by then but there is a bartender still watching him.”

You hung up without another word, rethinking what you had just agreed to.

You took a deep breathe before opening the door. How drunk was Jude? As Jude’s friends promised, jude was the only one in there except for a bartender who was wiping down some tables. He seemed to be starring into the abyss out on a stool.

“Jude” you said with an annoying tone.

“Y/n?” He said looking up. “What are you doing here” he said starting to smile almost forgetting everything that happened earlier. He came in for a hug but you grabbed his hand harshly and walked to your car.

“Someone’s in a bad mood.” He said as you made him sit in your car, buckling him up as well.

“Well I wouldn’t be mad if you hadn’t gone to the party I organized without me over a stupid skirt your jealous ass couldn’t handle other men to see me in.” You said slamming the door.

“Are you being serious right now?” He asked looking at you with red eyes and a strong alcohol stench in his breath. “That skirt was far too short. I can just imagine any guy eye fucking you.”

“Jude! I picked your drunk ass up from a club and you’re still mad about my skirt? I should be the one who’s angry right now if anything.” You started the car and drove off

“Look I’m really sorry bebé but I don’t like when what’s mine is shown to other people.”

You sat there silent, still trying to focus on the road rather than hear Jude’s lame drunk apology.

“Are you not going to respond?”

No response.

“Fine. I’ll take matters into my own hand.”

He slid his hand down to your knee, moving it up slowly and gently.

Your breathing became faster, trying to not let a moan escape your mouth as he started to cup you through your shorts.

“I might not be able to give you a proper apology while I’m drunk but I know some other ways can.” He said as a smirk formed on his lips.

“Jude, no matter what we do tonight, I’m still mad at you.” You half moaned, pulling into your apartments small parking lot.

When parked, you unbuckled your seatbelt to straddle Jude, promptly attacking his lips. This boy made you so fucking horny.

“Aww look whose running back to me now.” Jude said in between kisses. “You can’t love without my cock.”

“Let’s go inside.” He said before promptly picking you up bridal style, your arm around his neck for extra support while kissing his neck.

(Pretend the alcohol wore off)

When you entered the house he walked to the bedroom and placed you down gently before starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Strip.” He spoke after a second of unbuttoning his shirt.

“How bout no. I’ll strip when I want.” You said sitting up, getting ready to go to the bathroom but Jude came down on you at an instant. Hand around throat as the other was caging you down to the bed.

“I said strip, it wasn’t a question. You want to wear a skirt that shows your ass to everyone in sight and get all upset and angry when i say for you to change, but when I finally tell you to act like a slut you decide to not? I’m gonna go into that bathroom for 1 minute. If you are not stripped by the time I come out, you’ll get it.”. His hand left your throat and he left.

You tried catching your breath though it hadn’t been that tight of a squeeze, you had been holding your breath.

After a few seconds you realized Jude was gonna come out any time now and not wanting to see what “it” was, you started to strip.

You were still taking off your underwear when Jude came out and when he saw, he looked annoyed.

“Did you not hear what I said?” He asked coming over with a furious stomp, pushing you onto the bed again and trapping you. “I said to take your clothes off before I came out and look at you, still taking off your panties. I want you to learn a lesson tonight. That pussy is mine, no one else’s. Got it?”

All you could do was nod before you felt him turn you over.

“What a little whore. You want to show off your ass to every guy at the club but not me. What am I gonna do with you.”

You felt him pull your underwear down to your ankles before repositioning himself.

You felt a harsh smack land on your ass. A little whimper escaped.

“You’ve been so rude to me recently. I don’t think you deserve my cock.” Jude said spanking your ass again.

“I’m so-SORRY” you tried to speak but every time you tried to finish your sentence, Jude would give another spank.

“Finish” he murmured.

“I’m sorry JUDE. I-I promise to BEHAVE b-better.”

“Not good enough.” With that he picked you up almost effortlessly and made you sit on your knees on the floor of the bedroom.

He started to unbuckle his belt, pulling his boxers down after.

“Show me your sorry.”

You looked up at him with innocent eyes knowing that always got him a little less rough.

You took his tip into your mouth and started to like from the head down to the base. You went back up and again, licking the tip, still looking at Jude with big, innocent eyes.

After a few seconds of this, Jude got impatient so he out of no where thrusted into your mouth.

You started to gag at the feeling of Jude’s member touching the back of your throat. You took your mouth out and started to cough as you tried to catch your breathe. Not even a second later, Jude grabbed your hair and lifted you up.

“Who told you to stop? HUH?”

“N-n-no one.” You whispered not looking him in the eye anymore.

“Then why’d you’d stop? I thought you were sorry for what you did.”

You didn’t respond, head facing towards the dresser.

“Look what me when I talk.” He grabbed your jawline, forcefully moved your head to his direction.

“Why’d you stop? WHYD YOU STOP” he yelled.

“I-I’m sorry Jude. It won’t happen again.”

“Good girl. Now get back to it.” He dropped you and you almost immediately took him in. He held your hair into a ponytail, bobbing your head up and down.

“G-good gi-irl.” He said, holding your head where you he was deep down your throat.

You were gagging the whole time, which Jude always loved.

After a couple more rounds of this he pulled out of your mouth out and set you down on the bed again, this time on your back.

He started leaving hickeys from your jaw all the way down to your inner thighs, leaving a trail.

Jude got onto his knees at the end as he pulled your legs closer to the edge of the bed so he could get an easier entrance to you.

He kissed from your foot to your inner thigh before kissing your clit.

“Is this where you need me?” He asked as his thumb started to circle your clit, your back arching off the bed.

“Y-y-yes.” You yelled out, not wanting to wait another minute.

He started on your clit, sucking harshly then moving down and repeating on other places.

“J-j-ude I feel s-so g-good-“

You loved the feeling of his tongue going in and out of your hole, sucking up all the wetness he had caused.

A few more seconds of this and you were about to cum, feeling the tight sensation in your stomach again.

“J-JUDE I’m abou-“ Jude removed his tongue suddenly, making a move to spread your legs.

“W-why’d you stop?”

“Shut up..”

He took his dick into his hand, giving it a few strokes before moving it over your folds.

You whined at his teasing, wanting any form of friction to curse your throbbing pussy.

“Do you think you deserve my cock?”

You nodded desperately, kissing his neck knowing how much loves them.

“Words”

“Yes p- please.” You said while moving your arms around his neck to pull him down. Before you could kiss him he grabbed both arms and pinned them above your head.

“Don’t fucking touch me. Be patient. Don’t be an impatient brat on top of being a slut.” He said before suddenly slamming into you.

You gasped loudly at the feeling of him moving in and out almost instantly, not caring if had adjusted to his size or not.

“J-j-Jude” you moaned out quietly, not wanting to disrupt the neighbors as it was now nearing 3.

“Don’t hold back your moans. I want hear how good I make you feel.”

The only sounds heard throughout the room was the skin-to-skin noise of Jude’s abdomen bouncing off your ass, moaning, and heavy deep breathes.

“Keep doing that…G-god you’re so fucking tight.” He said speeding up, your breasts bouncing even more making Jude lick his lips before nibbling on one of the nipple and the other in between his fingers, toying and squeezing it.

“I-im gonna c-cum…” you announced, feeling the tightness in your stomach build up.

“Whose pussy is that?” Jude asked slowing down, almost at a complete stop.

“Y-yours..”

“Whose?”

“JUDE BELLINGHAMS” You yelled out, just wanting to cum.

Jude suddenly pulled out fully, turning you over so you were on fours. Not wasting another second, he entered, regaining the previous speed if not faster.

“Good girl….”

Your arms gave out so you rested your head on the bed as he kept pounding into you mercilessly.

A string of moans left your mouth as you reached your high. You loved when Jude got all angry and best of all his drunk sex, though it sounds bad, you loved when the sex had a little or sometimes big kick to it.

After around half a minute of Jude continuously pounding into you without a break, you started to feel overstimulated.

“Jude it’s t-too m-much..” you murmured, afraid he’ll get angry again. “P-please p-p-pull ou-t”

“I’m not stopping until I cum baby girl” Jude said slowing down a bit, loving when you begged him for something.

You whined at his response, just wanting for him to finish.

A couple seconds later he finished and pulled out fully. You laid against the bed in child pose as Jude went in the bathroom to start a shower.

He came a minute later and picked you up, walking towards the shower.

You were half asleep, legs had given out by that point so Jude was just carrying you while under the stream. He set you on the shower bench and started to wash your hair, careful to not disturb you.

After the shower he dried you both down, grabbing some clothes from the big closet to help you change.

Once everything was ticked off, he laid down next to you in the bed to cuddle.

“Mmmm Jude….” You muffled under your breath.

“I’m here baby girl.” He said kissing your forehead. “You did so good….”

A/n

This felt so weird to write tbh as I usually only write pedri and gavi smuts. I guess that changed today. Had a little inspiration from these smuts : black satin & after hours You should go follow them if you don’t already because they have some great work. Anyways, I’m quite new to tumblr so just bare with me if I’m quite slow at doing stuff 😅

#jude bellingham #sub!reader #light angst #fluff #smut #d0m/sub #birthday #degredation kink #degrading tw #chocking

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kel-lance · 29 days

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Movie Night: fem!reader x Itadori, Megumi, Toge, Yuta Part 2

Warnings: MDNI, Group sex, camera use, teasing, humiliation, mmfmm, everyone’s bi/pan, overstimulation, worship, etc(?)

premise: You hosted a game and movie night, bc it was making and nobara s anniversary and they were going out for the weekend. Okay so sodas, pizzas, snacks, really really bad movies…. sad movies, and finally scary movies. Perfect to watch with whoever could make it to your last minute plans. Turned out to be Yuuji, Megumi, Toge, and Yuta… oh great…

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“Megumi, are you paying attention?”

“And if you want them to do this,” you yelp higher this time, more surprised than anyone that Toge knew exactly which spot Yuta was talking about. He does it again to show his underclassman, slowly this time drawing out the same noise.

“Remember what I said, if you make her come before I get to I’m unleashing mahagara on all of us.” The other guys sigh and let you go. They sit back, beaming, almost satisfied with what they got out of the moment.

You’re moved from everyone’s reach, to sitting in-between megumi’s legs, his body almost swallowing yours. His long arms tried to hide you away from the others’ greedy hands and you almost let him erase you before feeling more of him. It almost took you by surprise, that he was poking at you.

You let your head fell back onto his shoulder, wondering what face megs could be making. He’s trying so hard to hold back right now. The faint grinding of your ass onto his thighs was already enough. He gasped hard, trying not to look at you, focusing so his body could last.

You crane up and kiss his cheek, this was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Megumi never fights back against you, so seeing him trying to deny what he’s fantasized for years, you regained your playfulness and hopped off his lap.

Turning to face him, you grasp his face and pull him into a kiss, continuing his streak of pleasure. “They thought they had the upper hand because of numbers, hah.” You were surprised, they almost made you forget how they melt under your touch. You got them to keep up with you, though, of course no one else could compare to Yuuji’s.

Either way, you’ve got fresh meat now and everything from the past comes flooding back. You met tsumiki-chan in elementary school and knew she was going through hard times. You just had a knack of figuring people out as a kid and something drew you to her, more or less a curse found her because of the loss of her parents, you pitied her and exorcised it.

Megumi wondering what happened to that weird thing he used to see on tsumiki and she suddenly feels better when she’s around me? You didn’t mind as they were a fun duo, and you get how they grew up, though you had the school take you in for your sorcery instead of certain super famous super powerful super hot descendants of certain clans. *rolls eyes*

“This is my best friend’s brother, she knew about his crush but will she kill me?!” You’re brought back as you felt meg’s tongue trace your bottom lip. “She’d be happy for us.” You dive into him, pushing him back into the headboard, ignoring the other guys watching, commenting among themselves of the show before them.

You’re on all fours while kissing him into the bed frame, ass in the air, hands pressing onto his hard chest and abs. It was someone completely new, a body that you haven’t fully familiarized yourself with, yet it’s been waiting for you.

“Are you ready?” You asked, pulling yourself back to take off just the t shirt you were wearing for movie night. I mean it was your house and you asked them to come over… you could’ve started this whenever you wanted.

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- you hover over him and tease him by dipping your hips down, he’s barely entering you but still getting his raw head

- He’s whimpering and holding onto you as he cums right away and you’re loving it, giving him words of encouragement and saying how he’s so good

- He’s whisperer he’s sorry and you tell him he’s gonna fuck you as much as he’s waited for

- “She’s loving this” they chatter

- “I remember our first time…”

- “Salmon salmon”

- Tell me when you want me to move. You’re still hard, unless you need a second?

- He huffs as he holds you and says yeah

- Yuuji comes over to sit him up and hold him as he needs aftercare.

- I guess we have our order now. Don’t tire yourself out y/n yuujis bright eyes gave a lustful hint that he’s really going to enjoy todays session

- Toge pulls you to the end of the bed and has you bend kneed on the floor as he uses his fingers to fuck you into finishing and to make it easier to scoop out megumi’s cum

- He licks you clean and spits it onto megumi who both try to fight before you hazily ask them to help you do that again and you loved it

- Yuta has you sit on his dick, showing the others about the rules of your body and how to treat you until you try to move.

- He gets excited and start to go crazy with the angles and how he’ll manipulate how gravity will make you fall back onto his dick splitting you open, getting deeper and deeper, getting more intense, so intense you gave up breathing until the involuntary gasping comes.

- There was no one else but you two, his hand grabbing at your throat to keep you up, the other hand across your womb, feeling himself through and jerking his hips. Your arms were pinned by his chest and behind your back. “Yuta, plea-“ That was the final straw, he didn’t care anymore. Taking his time? Saving his energy? Fuck that, he’s known you once, letting you love him was a huge step from coming out of “neglectbernation” or his hermit phase, but he couldn’t choose between his trauma and you, his past or his future, Rika or you. You knew he didn’t need her, you were fine with it actually when he broke the curse, but then he started to be weird about it. almost forgetting that you and rika weren’t the same person, that you weren’t a body replacement for her, it just was bad to be around so you left, noticing that he and toge started to hang out together more if they’re not watching u.

- Anyway from this position if he lets go of the weight of your whole body falls onto his cock, and he bounces you back you in ease. This would be so hot if the other boys weren’t trying to claim your face

- Yuta was the most fixed on you while toge was the most needy. Yuuji was the most clingy and Megumi was the most yearned.

- Toge come over here and help us out. Toge puts himself in you too, you can feel yuta digging in deep from behind while toge rubs against your g-spot or is that your bladder?

- You don’t know as yuta holds you up between the two boys.

- You lol your head to the side and the boys nip at your neck and ear and kiss at each other, tongues twirling before they separate on soft parts of your body

- Toge pulls himself out and brings your head down on him. Changing angles yuta rhythmically pounds into you from behind. The angle making him feel larger, you waste no time taking toge in your mouth, you tasted megumis cum, your own juices and the precum of the other two.

- This was an average Tuesday tbh, sometimes yuuji comes by to watch, sometimes we just record and watch later with everyone.

- Right now could be a good time, maybe they set up a camera somewhere before you milked Megs.

- You’ll think about it later, right now why don’t you give him a show.

- You held yourself up with your hands, sometimes with your knees. Putting your hands on the back of his hips to pull and push him into your head rather they bob your head all around.

- You pull him all the way into your throat, letting him adjust and lose himself into the tight wet hot hole. Yuta moving you all around was also aiding in his pleasure.

- Looking up trying to get a glimpse of his pretty purple eyes, you loved being able to hear his voice, so him whimpering had you all sorts of messed up

- Yuta knew it too, his voice being so pretty though demanding, it was so cool. But he also knew because you’d squeeze in him whenever toge got loud.

- Megumi couldn’t stop watching you, he could only admire you, his best friend holding him as he caught his breath.

- He was eating up every angle of you, Yuuji also watching intently, patiently. His bulge was grinding into Megumi, his hands teasing and sensually grabbing at the mess you’ve created. “He could control himself.” We all hoped.

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A/N: Next ch is 3/9 (megs fr this time, yuuj, n sukuna. (And finishing off these two.))

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lucky-whispers · 5 months

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I'm hyperfixated on QSMP so have this. Don't mind if it's bad pls I just needed to get this down quickly I have an essay due soon 😭

QSMP X READER

notes: angst, about the eggs and the last day of Purgatory. Reader is gender neutral and on team bolas. The reader has their own egg (e/n), major character death bc I don't know if everyone got off the egg island.

You had been celebrating with your team, moments before for the victory of Philza, who beat Tubbo and were on your way to go save your eggs

You were laughing, screaming BOLAS BOLAS BOLAS! With your teammates, punching Philza playfully on the shoulder, lifting him up with Cellbit

When the video came on, you raced to the museum, desperate to find your baby. The time with bolas was fun, but it was hell knowing you were somewhat safe and (e/n) was suffering. Their (accessory) was crooked and ripping, dirt on their shell.

You would never forgive yourself if your kid was hurt and you could have stopped it, even if you were being held hostage and had no say in the situation

So when you saw them finally, after weeks of worry and crying, after everything you had gone through to save them, you almost broke down crying. You didn't though- you had to stay strong for your kid.

You were talking to them, gently and making sure they were safe. As one of the older kids, they had been helping take care of the younger (newer) eggs.

You were so proud, and so happy to finally see your kid you could only smile and listen to their adventures

Everything happened so quickly, you barely had any time to react

El Quackity joined the entity's side, and when you tried to comfort Roier the meteors and earthquakes started.

Leaving Roier's side, you started to punch the glass, trying to get to your kid, having lost your items when switching from green team to red. You heard your friends screaming around you, desperately trying to save their kids.

Your heart shattered when (e/n) placed a sign, saying 'Its okay, mama/papa/parent. I love you, I know you tried.' "PHILZA DO SOMETHING!" You heard Foolish scream, and your heart shattered as your egg disappeared. "FUCK! NO! NO NO NO!" You screamed, ripping your voice, sobs racking through your body so painfully you couldn't try to get up. You felt someone tear you away, but no matter how hard you fought against it, you couldn't get through their grasp.

You cried out, screaming cuss words at the entity who wasn't even there anymore. "MY BABY! THEY TOOK MY KID! PLEASE! GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!" You didn't even care as your vision blurred, and you saw Badboyhalo dragging you along, dapper running behind. You didn't have the energy to fight, but you would be damned if you let another kid die. You picked up dapper, running faster than Bad, who gratefully nodded at you as you ran to the boat.

In the end, you didn't make it. You sat in horror, watching as Cellbit said goodbye to Roier in chat, and the few who got into the boat, asking where everyone was. You felt bad shaking, as he clutched Dapper to his chest, you quickly pulled him along and messaged Philza 'Catch.' You used the last of your elytra and threw dapper on board, falling into the sea. You were pushed by the current onto land, where you sat down next to your friends who had just missed the boat. Watching as egg island was destroyed. Without knowing if your egg was alive. All you could do was hope their death was painless.

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sturniozo · 5 months

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Could you do a fic where you spend Christmas eve and day with the triplets bc she isn't around her parents anymore pleaseee? Like you can dig deep into trauma or something like that

Aaaahhh! Yess that’s so cute!

Here you go. Just an fwi, this is not proofread and I am still a little rusty with writing. I hope you enjoy :)

masterlist

Sturniolo Christmas

When I was a little kid I loved Christmas. I loved the lights and the decorations. My dad used to drive around the streets at night while everyone’s lights were on and we’d see their beautiful decorations.

But that changed a few years ago. My mother got caught with another man, and left immediately after the divorce was finalized. She was the big part of Christmas in my house. She did the cooking, the decorating, the everything. Last year was the first year me and my dad had Christmas without her. It was minimal, a tree with tinsel and a few ornaments, and take out.

This year my father decided not to do Christmas at all. No light seeing, no decorations, no nothing. I guess it reminds him of mom too much.

I met the Sturniolo triplets a few years before my mom left. They’ve been the best friends I could ever ask for, and completely supportive and kind during my hard times. And this year, they’ve invited me to spend Christmas with them.

“I think it needs to go higher. People are gonna get their hair bought in it if you let it droop that low.” Nick says to Matt as he hangs up some tinsel on the doorway to the living room.

“Alright” Matt mutters and he steps higher in the stool to keep the tinsel out of the way of fresh victims heads. “This good?”

“Looks great!”

Chris walks in with a tin full of cookies. “I thought this was a sewing kit?!” He says confused. “It looks just like grandmas sewing kit? Why are there cookies in here?”

“What do you even need to sew?” Matt asks and he steps down from the stepping stool.

“Nothing, I just found this in the kitchen and was baffled.” Chris takes out a sugar cookie to eat.

“It’s never been a sewing kit, people just use them for storage after they’ve eaten the cookies” I say to Chris.

Nick steps back and looks at the decorated living room. “Looks good, what do you think?” He asks me

“I like it.” I smile.

“Good. I’m hungry, let’s get something to eat.” Nick turns around and heads to the kitchen and we all follow him.

After dinner, which ended up being take out because none of us can cook for shit, we all say on the couch in the living room watching Christmas classics.

It gets late, and Matt falls asleep in his seat. Chris ends up snuggled up to Matt and falls asleep as well. Nick lays sprawled out on one end of the couch, and I fall asleep in my spot.

When we wake up Christmas morning, the sun is rising and light shines through the curtain. All three boys are groggy and tired, but overall happy.

I’m happy. Happy to have my Christmas again.

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #Matt x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nick x reader #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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jaemmphilia · 9 months

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★𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥★ || kim j.mn

★ summary: the moment suho has been dreading for the past five years has finally come. he has absolutely no idea how to handle it.

★ pairing: dad!suho x dad!reader

★ warnings and rating (16+): suho is stressed bc his boys are growing up, he loves his boys a lot, he cries a little, like two cuss words, gays in love :'((

★ word count: 815

★ binnie's thoughts: i've been feeling super frustrated lately, so here's some soft domestic fluff for you all

★ requested?: yes, by @jaehyuncocksleeve

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO WAY represents suho as a person. this is simply a work of fiction for entertainment purposes, so enjoy!

Today’s the day. The day that every parent dreads, from the moment their kid turns that special age. The day their precious little bean goes to big-kid school. Suho wishes it would never come. Alas, he can’t just stop his boys from growing up, so he’s gotta suck it up, your words.

The day his twin boys, Daesik and Dalyun turned five, he knew their first day of first grade was nearing close. Every time he would go to the grocery store there would be displays screaming, “Get ready to go back to school!” at him. He would glare at the happy children on the displays, his mind going back to the reminder that Daesik and Dalyun needed to get their school supplies before it was too late.

It was almost too late when the twins got their school supplies. [Name] had told Junmyeon at least thirty times a day that he needed to look over the supplies list and take the boys to the store so they can pick out what kind of supplies they want.

[Name] sits Junmyeon down after dinner one night, staring down at his husband with a scowl. The twins were in bed, and [Name] tucked them in after a bedtime story. Junmyeon wishes the couch would swallow him up and turn into a stale fry that’s been tucked between the cushions for months now. [Name] gives the male a look that tells Junmyeon to start explaining why the hell their boys’ first day of school is in two days and they still do not have any supplies.

“I can explain, love,” Junmyeon starts, shrinking deeper into the couch as [Name]’s piercing pools of [EC] narrow at him. If looks could kill, [Name] would be wanted for the murder of his husband. “I meant to take them a week ago.”

“And you didn’t, why?” [Name]’s voice is sharp, and the man isn’t even yelling. He’s talking normally but his tone tells Junmyeon that [Name] is angry.

“It’s a funny story, really,” Junmyeon chuckles nervously, but [Name] isn’t laughing, which is a bad sign. His husband doesn’t get angry often, but when he does, you might want to watch out.

“Junmyeon, does it look like I’m in the mood for a funny story? I want an explanation, and I want one now.”

Junmyeon breaks, finally, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, “Fine! I confess, damn it! I didn’t take them because I don’t want them to go to school!” Junmyeon covers his face with his hands, letting the tears fall freely.

[Name]’s body and face soften at his husband's confession. Now that Junmyeon told him the truth, [Name]’s chest rumbles with light chuckles. [Name] takes a seat next to Junmyeon and he tugs his sulking husband close to his body.

“Junnie, look at me,” [Name] says, lightly shaking his husband's slightly bigger body, “I’m not mad anymore now that you actually explained what was going on. It’s not like you to stall until the last minute.”

“I know, love. I’m really sorry, but the thought of my precious little beans growing up scares me to no end.” Junmyeon says, allowing [Name] to wipe the salty tears from his cheeks.

“I understand, but this is something we have to do. You want them to get a proper education so they can be successful, don’t you?” [Name] asks softly, his slim fingers pushing Junmyeon’s wild baby hairs away from his face.

“Of course I do, I want them to grow up and be happy. But I also want them to stay little forever.” Junmyeon sniffles, looking at his husband with the cutest pout on his handsome face.

“I don’t want them to grow up either, but it’s just part of life, darling,” [Name] says, chuckling softly at his pouty husband, “They’re only five right now, Junnie. They have lots of growing to do.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just love them so much.” Junmyeon sighs, his chest clenching with heavy amounts of love for his twins.

“They love you too, trust me. They keep asking me when Daddy is going to take them shopping for school supplies. Dalyun is hoping to find a Bluey backpack.” [Name] laughs, Junmyeon joining in.

“I’ll take them tomorrow, promise. Will you be joining us, love?” Junmyeon asks, his hand slipping into [Name]’s and bringing it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on top of his hand.

“Sure, I’ll go. It takes two to parent those two little monsters.” [Name] says with a cheeky smile.

“How dare you call my little beans monsters! They’re little angels!” Junmyeon gasps, offended. [Name] just laughs some more and stands up.

“Sure, sure. Let’s get ready for bed. We have a few busy days ahead of us.”

“Yes, we do. I may not be prepared, but I’m happy.”

“That’s all that matters, dear.”

#kpop x male reader #kpop x reader #male reader #exo x male reader #suho x reader #written by triplejracha

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knwatchesninjago · 3 months

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S1E8 Once Bitten, Twice Shy

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I LIVEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Y'all!! I am SOO sorry for disappearing off the face of the world for so long!! I had a lot of tests and quizzes that came up due to semester 1 finally being over. Plus I had a lot of hw as well! So I was so busy and couldn't find the time to sit down and watch ep8. But ALAS!!! HERE IT IS!!!!

Let's get into it!! Lol!! ;3

OKAYY

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The Garma-Wu SIBLING BONDING!!!

First of all, I love how Garmadon's first question isn't "Is Lloyd okay?" Its:

What has Lloyd gotten himself into?

Pftttt, lollll!! Lloyd... you are a gremlin, even in your own father's eyes!

#SiblingBonding

^ Me (as Garm) back when I was a baby and wanted to get rid of my little bro bc he took up all of my parents and grandparents attention

I honestly love how Garm threw away his pride and helped Wu when he heard that his son was in danger!! <333

Reminds me of a certain someone, eh?

SORRY SORRY SORRY!!!!

No more PJO spoilers, okay!! Sorry!! I couldn't help myself!!

Anyways, back to the sibling bonding...

This scene was actually heartbreakingly sad, ngl.

Why would Lloyd open the tombs?

To be like you.

I... never wanted him to... thank you for watching out for him

You may think of me as your enemy... but I was first... your brother

*sniff sniff* I'M NOT CRYING!! YOU ARE!!!!

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OKAY!! MAY I JUST SAY, BEFORE ANYTHING!!

COLE?!?!? WHAT!?!??! THAT LOOKS SOO GOOD?!?!? DUDE!! YOUR SKETCH LOOKS SOO GOOOD?!?!?!? IT IS CANON, Y'ALL!!! MY COLEY POLEY IS AN ARTIST!!! <333333

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#Pythor's weird face

^Ugh... dude... what kinda entrance is that!?!?!?

(due to the 30-pic limit I'm only showing three images, sry!!

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NEXT UP:

#Girlboss is not pleased

Honestly, her face in the second pic when Jay badmouths her unknowingly!! 🤣🤣🤣

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This scene had me cackle so badly!! Jay's brain is dead rn and Nya is like: "You good, bro?" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Lastly, my fav moments:

#SerpentineJay

Pfttt, he's soo hilariously cute/ugly, loll!! Hey Jay! I don't blame you for trying to hide ur face from Nya. Ngl, you do not look good witha snake face, loll!!!

AND Y'ALL!!! DID YOU SEE WHAT JAY DID WHEN NYA TOLD HIM THAT SHE WAS THE SAMURAI X?!??!

Shock

2)CHECKS HER OUR OUT! 🤣🤣🤣

Pftttttttt, lollll!!!!

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#Stop Discriminating Against Snake-People

Poor Jay was casually flogged :'(

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Sadly... I am up to 30 images... so I leave you with this:

Y'all... HOW IS THIS A KIDS SHOWW!?!?!?!? (this is why I'm not so excited of showing Ninjago to my parents.... this is CrEeEePy, lol)

Anyways, byeeeee!! See y'all in ep 9!! Just a few more eps left for S1!!! <3333

#CasuallyDies

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bri-sonat · 1 year

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Silly Questions About Gwen’s Characters - Part Two

Silly Questions About Gwen's Characters Masterlist

This was a joint effort between @daydream-cement and me (of course with help from the wonderful Gwouncil GC, @na-shoba, @booitsrue, @funky--lesbian, and @margot-the-lesbian-god). She posted the first and will be posting the next part! We will go back and forth with these silly little questions.

Most embarrassing middle school moment?

Brienne: Brienne didn’t go to school, but her most embarrassing memory from when she was a child was THE ball. Yeah. We don’t need to talk about it.

Larissa: She snuck out to go to an ‘older kids’ party with a friend. Her parents showed up and she never lived it down. Haunts her memories. You know how people have that one little thing that keeps them up when they are trying to sleep? This is hers.

Lucifer: Telling God they loved him 😦

Phasma: She doesn’t know what embarrassment is. She stares embarrassment in the face, eats it for breakfast, punches it in the face. Embarrassment should be embarrassed for trying to embarrass her.

Miranda: Far too many for her to count, or remember. Probably millions of moments when she wished she would have dug a hole underground and stayed there forever.

Which is their favorite: tits, ass, or other?

Brienne: As someone who has been judged by her physique her entire life, she doesn’t put much weight on body. However, she will become completely bewitched by tits and thighs. Like, in a trance, staring, just in complete awe.

Larissa: Tits. Boobs. Yes, please. Any shape or form. She loves them endlessly.

Lucifer: A sweet face. (Up to their interpretation. Don’t put your silly human beauty standards on them.) They don’t really have a favorite body part. With their person, all of it is their favorite.

Phasma: Phaddy is an ass man, she loves to see it bright red after she is finished with her lover. But, if you ask her she’d just simply say, “all of it. Next question.”

Miranda: “Do- Do I have to pick? Okay… Tits… Wait, no. Stomach… Wait, wait, wait, HIPS AND THIGHS. Yes, final answer, hips and thighs.” With her partner, she will stare at their ass and hips all day as they walk around the house. Also, she will find any way to have you wear her hands as a bra.

Favorite pizza toppings? List the top five in order.

Brienne: No pizza in the olden days, but if we talk modern setting: Cheese, ham, pineapple. I SAID IT, I SAID IT. Girl loves trying weird and wacky things and she absolutely loves the mix of salty and sweet and will praise pineapple on pizza whenever possible.

Larissa: Cheese, peppers, mushrooms, sausage

Lucifer: No cheese. Just tomato sauce and bread. They want to watch the world burn.

Phasma: “Pizza? Once again, I have a strict diet. Do not make me eat a ‘pizza pie’, I need my protein.” Will however eat one if it has many vegetables on it, for the fiber.

Miranda: “How many toppings are too many toppings?” - direct quote from Miranda making her own pizza at home (it took forever to cook bc there were too many toppings)

What was the last (non-story-related) dream they had while sleeping?

Brienne: Had a nightmare dream about Podrick being a giant and her being tiny as they spar. She’d wake up in a cold sweat after, standing up as fast as possible to see if she was still tall, and would release a sigh of relief when Podrick is, still, shorter than her.

Larissa: Dreamt Nightmare about going to the Weathervane and they were out of hot chocolate

Lucifer: Falling….from heaven.

Phasma: Nightmare where she has a picnic. That’s it. Picnics freak her out. (Nothing freaks her out, let’s be honest, but picnics for her are just, yuck.)

Miranda: That she was on a ship up in space, looking out over the planets and stars, and when she’d wake up she’d cry because she wasn’t actually in space. Going back to sleep in a desperate attempt to return to her dream.

If they suddenly vanished, what would their family assume they were up to? (Shopping, pranking people, overthrowing governments, etc.)

Brienne: Well, her father just assumes that she’s, you know, off fighting bad guys, and being all righteous and all.

Larissa: She’s at work of course. Check her desk chair. If she isn’t in it, well then, she is probably dead.

Lucifer: Probably lounging in the gardens or reading somewhere inaccessible by everyone else.

Phasma: What family?

Miranda: If Miranda hasn’t sent a single text the entire day (aka vanished), she’s kidnapped or no longer with us.

What’s their least favorite possession that they wish they could get rid of, but can’t / shouldn’t?

Brienne: Her sword. Reminds her too much of Jaime but she can’t get rid of it considering it's Valyrian steel and extremely rare.

Larissa: Most likely a painting or knick-knack from her mother. It’s so tacky and strange, she was sure her mother gave it to her just to be mean. She absolutely despises it, but if she were to get rid of it then she would never hear the end of it.

Lucifer: A Bible.

Phasma: What possessions?

Miranda: Something from the baby she was going to have. Perhaps a teddy bear or a little pair of shoes. It made her too sad to get rid of absolutely everything.

If they spray-painted a city wall, what would they write/draw?

Brienne: “the kingslayer is a sister fucker”

Larissa: morticia sux

Lucifer: Suck it Dad

Phasma: The First Order symbol.

Miranda: She could never. It’s a crime to spray paint on a city wall.

Pick a fictional character from another book/movie to be their guardian angel. Is it hard to look out for your character? Does the guardian angel interact with them? What’s their first conversation like?

Brienne: With Brienne’s choice of career, sometimes it can get a little bit stressful with how close to getting dangerously hurt she has gotten sometimes. Sometimes her guardian angel is biting at their fingernails but is very much aware that Brienne can handle her own, only stepping in when absolutely necessary.

Larissa: No it’s not hard to look after Larissa. She is a good egg and doesn’t get up to much trouble.

Lucifer: Guardian angel? For a fallen angel? How cute.

Phasma: Phasma? Captain of the Stormtroopers? Yes. Exhausting. The guardian angel wondered multiple times if it’s possible to switch because Phasma was being, well, Captain Phasma. The angel wouldn’t even want to interact with her, she high-key scares them.

Miranda: Sometimes her guardian angel gets concerned with how clumsy she is. Not often does she get into dangerous police work, but seeing as though she was shot, I’m sure Miranda could give them a run for their money.

Do they find fart noises funny? (Be honest.)

Brienne: Sober, no. Drunk, funniest thing in the world.

Larissa: No. Well maybe deep down, but she wouldn’t let you know that.

Lucifer: No.

Phasma: Phasma? Finding anything that other people find funny, funny? That’s funny.

Miranda: PFTTTT, of course.

They wake up permanently invisible. Do they ask for help right away, or do they stay hidden? What do they do while invisible?

Brienne: After being gawked at her entire life, being invisible would be blissful for Brienne, no one is able to look at her, and no one is able to judge her based on her appearance. She would spend an entire day in peace because no one would be able to stare at her and make rude comments regarding her height or looks.

Larissa: She would try to get help. How the hell is she supposed to run a school under these conditions?

Lucifer: Why would they ask for help? They know perfectly well they don't need anyone's help getting back to normal.

Phasma: She’d go siege an entire planet, killing every single person and no one would know it was her. She’d then (unwillingly) try getting someone's attention and attempt to return back to visible, she can’t command troopers as invisible.

Miranda: She would get into a pinch of mischief beforehand. Nothing criminal, but a little prank never hurt anyone. Probably a prank on her girlfriend or Robin. Then she would immediately try and get help.

#brienne of tarth #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #captain phasma #miranda hilmarson #lucifer morningstar the sandman #lucifer morningstar (the sandman)#gwen christie

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omg can we talk about Bobby Bear for a minute bc that entire portion of the finale had me sobbing 😭

Like seeing as how Dot’s only 3 and blocks out most of the final ToE events as she gets older, I doubt that she really remembers Bob or the significance of Bobby Bear. Of course she’ll still have him as a teenager, but I’m just thinking of what it’s like after the events of “Dot visits Jaidyn in jail” where she learns that someone literally died to save her. I’m also thinking of how she might ask her parents to take her to visit Bob’s grave—his final resting place for the last decade at that point 🧸

ToE

{ Listen, I’m a firm believer in the ideology that kids see ghosts. My mum used to tell me that when I was a kid I’d sit on the pool step talking to myself for ages and one time when she was hanging out the washing she heard me talking and asked who I was talking to and I said Nana Leonie. Who’s my dads mum who died when he was 12 in a car accident. They had never told be about her because I was only like four/five at the time. }

And I think that’s what happens to little Dot. She’s sitting on her swing set just talking to herself. She’s got Bobby Bear sitting on the grass beside her. Minding her own business.

“Who you talkin to over there princess?” Bradley’s asking as he hangs out some of the washing that needed to be done in an emergency batch. Flightsuits and stuff.

“Bobby—“

“Bobby Bear got something to say does he?” And Dot has Bradley frozen in a flashback that he can’t get out of when she replies to him.

“He says mama has a baby on board.” And all Bradley can hear in his mind is Jake’s infectious laugh coming through the comms from when they all came back together for the uranium mission, where Jake had assumed Bob stood for baby on board.

“Did Bobby Bear say that?” He’s got a little layer of sweat across his forehead as he asks. There’s no way, right?

“No, Bob did.” Dots correcting her soon to be legal guardian. In a few short months that’s what Bradley would be. “He says hi Tooster.” And it’s just the most shocking moment for Rooster. Because he’s just standing there at the line hanging washing watching Dot talk to herself and is all of a sudden in the middle of an existential crisis about the possibility of ghosts being a legitimate thing.

“Hey Dotty.” Bradley knows it’s probably stupid to ask but if there was a chance, even just the slightest chance, he wanted Bob to know. “Can you tell Bob I’m sorry?” And Bradley watches as Dot converses with herself like she’s having a full on in-depth discussion with someone standing right next to her.

“He said he knows.” That’s when Bradley is scooping little miss Dot up and collecting Bobby Bear and barreling into the house. He’s looking for you in a panic. Anxiety attack approaching.

“Fe?” Bradley calls when you aren’t in the living room. Dots hanging upside down as Bradley holds her like a surfboard. She’s a giggling mess. “Honey you around?”

“What’s wrong?” You’re racing down the hall because the way Bradley sounded made you believe the house was on fire. “Roo—?” He looked pale, like he’d just seen a ghost. Or heard from one that was.

“You need to take a pregnancy test and Dot sees ghosts.”

“Did you hit your head on something?” It’s a genuine question to a very puzzling statement. “Bradley, hon, what happened why do you look ill?” It’s the palm against his forehead that calms Rooster down, your touch always brought him solace. He placed little Odette down who takes her Bobby Bear and makes her way into her room. She had better things to be doing than watching her dad have a full blown anxiety attack. “What happened?”

“Do you ever talk to her about Bob?” It’s a blunt question Bradley is sure he already knows the answer to. You don’t talk about Bob to anyone let alone Odette. But everyone had agreed to not bring Bob up around your little girl, incase it triggered an episode. She’d begun to block it out, her therapist had told you it was normal in childhood trauma. It was a coping mechanism.

“Not directly no.” You frowned curiously. “Why?”

“She said that Bob said that you have a baby on board and then I asked her to tell Bob I was sorry and she said he already knows!” Bradley knew he sounded crazy by the look on your face you gave him in reaction to his explanation. “I ain’t crazy baby don’t look at me like that.”

“Bradley, I love you—but there’s no such thing a ghosts.” You reply a little sharper than normal. Bradley knows why, the topic of Bob never left you feeling good. It was still a fresh wound. “I’ll take a pregnancy test in a few days if I’m late—“ You leave it at that. Rooster hangs around the threshold of Dots room just watching her play. He felt like he was going crazy.

But what made it even worse was when that pregnancy test came back positive.

“Holy shit you do have a baby on board—“ The whole experience kind of confirms that there’s some sort of life after death for Bradley, which gives him a lot of closer, brings him a lot of peace. You don’t buy into it. And Odette doesn’t seem to really stick with the whole kids see ghosts thing either because as she grows up, her imaginary friend Bob doesn’t seem to appear as much anymore. She just grows out of it much like you thought she would. Bobby Bear is just another one of her many toys and suddenly—she’s being told exactly what happened that night on Uncle Jakes front porch after going to see that monster she’d been calling her dad for months on end.

“Will you take me to see him?” Dot had spent the majority of the day with you in bed, talking about the things that you’d endured, talking about Bob and about how Bradley was just always there for the two of you. “Bob?” Odette had a new found appreciation for Bradley, her dad.

“Sure baby, you know—before Riley was born you kinda had Rooster in a frenzy thinking ghosts were real and that Bob wasn’t just some imaginary friend of yours.” You could remember it like it was yesterday, how pale and scared out of his fucking kind Bradley had really been that day. He was convinced Bob was about to have him staring in something right out of the conjuring.

“How?” Dots asking, she just wanted to keep the conversation going. She wanted to know everything, no detail left out or stone unturned. If she couldn’t get it from you she now knew who to go to. Uncle Jake.

“You used to say a lot of weird things, just things only Bob would know— Or you somehow knew things we’d never told you about.”

“You don’t believe in ghost mum?” You shook your head with a firm No and a tight smile.

“I don’t believe that a man who was ground in mathematics and science and probability theory would ever be a ghost, no.” You just didn’t believe it was in Bobs inherit nature.

So the next day, you and Bradley took Odette up to Bobs grave. She’d never been there before. You’d never taken her purely to keep the memories at bay for her. All you ever did say in and day out as a mother was protect your kids.

“How’s it hangin’ Floyd?” Bradley clapped as he picked up some of the dead flowers Natasha had last left. He knew it was her because there was a beer bottle sitting next to the bouquet. The beer Bob never got to give Rhett. It became a tradition every-time Rhett was in North Island, the two would go up and see Bob for a while. “Brought you a visitor man, little Dotty got big didn’t she?”

“Does he do this a lot?” Dots asking as she walks with you up to Bobs headstone. Her hand couldn’t have been tighter in yours if she wanted it to be. Bradley Bradshaw had lost a lot of good people in his life, the idea they weren’t inherently gone for good helped him process that loss.

“Yeah, you should see him at your grandparents graves—it’s heartbreaking.” It’s a little overwhelming for the teenager who was only just now learning about the events you’d kept a secret from her. The fact someone had died trying to protect you, protect her made her stomach churn.

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”

“That feeling never goes away.” You held your daughter close as she cried into your chest. “I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you everything sooner sweetheart.”

“Bobby Bear?” Dot sobbed as she pulled away and wiped her tears. “That was Bob wasn’t it?”

“Uncle Rhett has one too.” Bradley confirmed as if it had been a massive secret that no one ever spoke about. “He was the one who gave it to you.”

“And we all have the same pair of glasses tattooed.” You showed your daughter the faded outline of the pair of aviators you had on your finger. It really needed to be redone. “Your father has his on his wrist.” Dot already knew about the tattoos you both had, she just didn’t know the symbolism behind them.

“Jake has his on his ass—“ The three of you laugh just as the wind picks up around you, Bradley’s convinced it’s Bob laughing too. You just think it’s been windy all damn day.

It’s not till a few weeks later when Rhett’s in town for parent teacher interviews with Phoenix and the twins does he learn that Odette knows about Bob. She tells him point blank when he’s over for dinner catching up with Jake and Amilia.

“Where do you keep your bear Uncle Rhett?”

“What the hell do I keep my what now?” Rhett’s frowning curiously until Dot hands him the tattered old bear that had been threw her entire childhood. Her favourite teddy bear. Bobby Bear.

“Jake told me everything that happened—“ She didn’t have the heart to tell him why, she couldn’t tell her Uncle Rhett she went to see the man who killed his brother. “Mum told me all about him, Bob that is.” Rhett doesn’t know what to say, he knew this day would come. He just wasn’t expecting it to be today.

“C’mere kid.” Rhett’s heading back into the house, he makes his way to the spare room as Dot follows and opened his suitcase. Right at the top is the same identical bear. Just a little less beat up. “He comes everywhere with me.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw top gun #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #bobby bear #Bob floyd #robert ‘bob’ floyd

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Only For You — H. Hyunjin

pairing: dad!hyunjin x mom!fem!reader

genre: fluff, parents/marriage au

warning(s): kids ig LMAO, established relationship, marriage, pet names (love, sweetheart, hon) i think that’s it yeah. let me know if i should add anything else. NOT PROOFREAD!!

note: reader and hyunjin are 29 in this btw (if there’s a mistake with the age numbers and all that ignore it ok i suck at math)

“Careful, kids!” You shouted from a distance, warning your two six year old sons to be cautious as they ran around the park.

You and your husband, Hyunjin, decided to take them out of the house today and bring them to the park since the weather seemed beautiful today. You two set up a medium sized cloth on the grass, laying out the small basket with small snacks inside that you had packed for the kids.

You and Hyunjin laid down on the cloth, munching on strawberries and watching the kids intently, making sure nothing would happen to them.

“I like this, you know. The four of us out here, the kids playing, having you by my side…I wouldn’t trade this for the world, sweetheart.” He spoke softly, caressing his fingers through your hair, a soft smile adorning his lips. “I love this too, Hyun…I love you, I love us. Our family. I’m thankful to have you three by my side. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.”

“God, you’re so cheesy!” He laughs, pecking your lips. “Says you! You’re the one that started this!” You retort, bringing your hands to his hair and messing it up. “You did not just mess up my hair, Y/n! After 5 years of us being married you should know to not mess with my hairrr.” He whines, a pouty face appearing on his features and you laugh. Suddenly, you hear your sons shout.

“Ma! Dad! The ice cream truck is here!” The two of you get up and follow your kids to the truck hand in hand, it bringing memories of your first date in high school at this very same park. Never did you think that you would end up marrying the once cold boy from high school. The one that wanted nothing to do with you, the one who pushed you away time after time whenever you tried befriending him.

“What flavor do you want, hon?” Your husband asked, snapping you out of your trance. “Hm, I’ll have that cute hello kitty choco ice cream!” You said, and your husband smiled, shaking his head as he paid for the four ice creams.

“Boys, come sit down and eat your ice cream before going to play again.” Hyunjin spoke, and the two boys did as he said, sitting down comfortably on the cloth.

“Love, what were you thinking about earlier? You seemed pretty out of it.” He asked, biting into his ice cream. “I was thinking back on our first date at this park. It’s funny how you hated being around me but then you gave in. You couldn’t resist me~” You drag out the last word, teasing him as he rolled his eyes.

“You wouldn’t stop bothering me that’s why I gave in, woman!” He huffed, turning his head away from you before you could notice his rosy cheeks, but it was too late.

“I saw that! And if that was the reason you did it, you would’ve gone back to ignoring me the next day but you didn’t. You also wouldn’t of had married me—”

“Bleh!” “Eww!” You hear your sons say before getting up and running towards the swings again after finishing their ice cream.

You both laugh, watching as your kids go back to playing. Suddenly he turns to you, grabbing your face and making your head turn to his.

“Maybe I really couldn’t resist you back then…” Hyunjin says, his lips brushing yours, finally taking you into a sweet kiss.

“You’re still as romantic as ever, Hyune.”

“Only for you, sweetheart. Only for you.”

a/n: this was probably pretty bad bc i made this at 12am (i hate how i’m more creative at night than during the day) anyway, if you enjoyed this, please reblog or like! it means a lot :)

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