#it legitimately makes me smile when people are sweet to her

[querenciasturniolo]

chris or matt x fem!reader please !!! i legitimately cannot choose between them for my life so you can choose :) maybe reader’s also like an influencer and they have this secret sort of relationship for a while and its all super fluffy, but fans are already starting to speculate that they’re together and stuff, and then at the end they finally go public with a hard launch and/or live and everyone in the comments ( or chat if it’s a live ) is going FERAL

p.s. also i’ve loved your works for so long you DO NOT UNDERSTAND and i’ve finally gathered up the courage to send in a message even tho it’s sent in with a request !

hard launch ⮕ m.s.

word count: 911

warnings: swearing

summary: request

a/n: STOP YOU’RE SO SWEET 😭 please don’t be scared of me, i promise i don’t bite HAHAHA, ily are you kidding me 🫶🏻😭 also this was so fucking cute, i’m obsessed fr

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

Watching Matt stream always had your heart stuttering in your chest.

The theme for Hogwarts Legacy was playing as he was adjusting his camera, your eyes watching him closely and trying to fight the smile stretching across your face. You were sure the viewers could see you staring, considering you were sitting in the chair directly next to him, on camera. His eyes dropped from the screen as he grabbed his controller.

“Alright guys, so, we’re playing Hogwarts Legacy tonight, but I have a special guest with me, as you all can see.” He turned his head and met your eyes, his own smile growing and his cheeks tingeing pink as he caught you already staring. Introduce yourself, he mouthed. You turned to face the camera, grinning wider than before as your eyes scanned over the chat.

“Hey guys, I’m the guest, obviously. My name is Y/n.” You said.

did anyone else see the way she was staring at matt ? they’re in love, confirmed

she’s so real, i’d be staring too

i can’t even handle this, she’s so cute

“Basically, Y/n’s going to play while I tell her what to do. She’s never held a controller in her life.” Matt teased, his eyes flickering between the screen and the chat as you pressed the button to start the game.

“Wait, I have to create a whole character?” You asked, glancing over at Matt as he placed the headset over your ears. He chuckled and nodded.

“Yes, you have to create a whole character, is that not what you were expecting when you begged me to play this game?” He teased. You rolled your eyes and adjusted the headset, making sure the ear that was on his side was exposed so you could hear him.

“This is ridiculous, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me I had to create an entire chara—oh my God I can have pink hair, I take it back.” You rambled, scrambling through the hair colors. Matt’s laugh next to you had you grinning as your eyes flickered between the screen and the chat.

this banter is only proving my point that they’re in love

i’m so glad she’s streaming with him this is so funny

has anyone else noticed that matt hasn’t looked at the screen once

You glanced over at Matt, meeting his eyes immediately. You couldn’t help but mirror his smile as you shook your head and faced the screen again. You created your character, groaning when you realized you had to go through a thousand cut scenes, even though you were thrilled to be playing this game.

“I never understood why you can’t see those weird horse things until that dude gets eaten by the dragon.” Matt said, catching your attention enough for you to glance at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw. You sighed through your nose and shook your head.

“I forgot, you’re a fake fan.” You said, interrupting him before he could fire back. “They’re thestrals, you can only see them if you’ve witnessed death, but they’re always there.” You explained, Matt furrowing his eyebrows as you faced the screen again.

y/n being a harry potter fan was not on my docket, but i’m not complaining

her humbling matt has got to be the funniest fucking thing i’ve ever seen in my life

i love this

The entire time you were going through the beginning quests, you and Matt had bickered back and forth, your smile wide with each comeback you shot at him. It wasn’t until a knock on Matt’s door that the two of you stopped talking. You paused the game, but Matt scoffed and unpaused it.

“You keep playing.” He demanded playfully, your own scoff leaving your lips as you shook your head and continued. Chris peeked his head into the door.

“Food’s here, just thought you guys should know.” He said, Matt nodding his head. Chris left the room, and Matt turned to you.

“I’ll go get it.” He said, standing from the chair as you turned to face him. Before you could process it, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours firmly and turned to leave the room. You smiled and shook your head before facing the screen and realizing what just happened.

oh mY GOD I FUCKING KNEW IT

DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT ??????

WHAT IS GOING ON MATT JUST KISSED HER ON FUCKING STREAM

You ignored the chat, trying to play it off and completely move past what happened, thinking that Matt did it on instinct. Chats were flying in at such a rapid pace that it felt as though everything on the screen was lagging. It was completely screwing up how you were playing, not only your racing heart and shaking hands on the controller.

You completely short circuited, having no idea what to do as Matt walked back into his room. He was laughing at something Chris had said as he sat down next to you and glanced over at the chat.

“Oh.”

You looked over at him and raised your eyebrows, your skin on fire as you watched his eyes scan over the rapid chats flying in at once.

“Yeah.” You said, Matt finally meeting your eyes with pink cheeks. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your nose before he sat back and grinned widely.

“I guess that was one hell of a hard launch, huh?”

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[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Driving Me Crazy pt 5 - LN

Summary: Lando ends up going to an illegal drag race and finds himself falling for the illegal racer, but does she feel the same and even if she does, is she willing to risk the exposure?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Being home, y/n realised how much she missed the boys and even just being able to get back into racing.

What she didn't expect was for her brother to appear at her door.

"You've been busy little sis." Y/b/n states looking around the house which she'd purchased in the time. "Nice, sturdy home you got here."

"Y/b/n..." Y/n smiles a little awkwardly before moving to hug him. "Came to watch me in my next race? It's tonight..."

"Always. Although that's not why I'm here." Y/b/n sighs leaning back. "But you already knew that."

"I suspected it...I didn't know it." Y/n mumbles before she swallows thickly. "I'm glad you're here though, I was going to call for your advice about some stuff."

Y/b/n might unimpressed by her lack of communication over the past few weeks while he's seen her name in headlines, splattered across social media with slander under her name over her choice of career which he knows is less than legal. But he's entirely to blame for her ever pursuing it.

When y/n begins to explain and relay the events of the past couple weeks, y/b/n sits and listens. Then she relays how Aaron and Tyler don't want her to give up on street racing, but it's been something she's been considering putting to an end for a while now.

"You could rent the house out. You bought it outright, yeah?" Y/b/n states hating to see y/n look so nervous over making a step in a different direction.

"Yeah." Y/n nods biting her lip. "But what if this is all the wrong thing to do?"

"Y/n, you reject people who scout and fight for you, who pay you to do illegal races in the hopes you'll accept an offer to not do it illegally. You are a wanted talent but if you think it's time for you to leave it behind. Then you've done your time. It's ok to decide it's not what you want to do anymore. Especially since you're dodging taxes with cash. You can't do that forever." Y/b/n teases earning a small smile. "You want to tell me about this F1 driver that you've got entangled with a bit then?"

"Depends, are you going to try and be all weirdly protective big brother about it?" Y/n mumbles making him pull a face. "He's really sweet and sort of clingy."

"He makes you feel wanted and needed. Your two weaknesses." Y/b/n chuckles knowing his sister is stupidly hyper independent, hence why she felt no shame in dumping her first boyfriend who also did street racing when she decided she could earn enough to support himself.

"Thanks." Y/n grumbles before he pats her knee in faux sympathy.

"Don't worry, I think it's great for you to feel wanted like that. He's a good guy from what I know and if he's the motivation you need to get yourself on the straight and narrow. I'm hardly going to find fault with him."

"So you think I should?"

"Yeah, put your stuff into storage, rent this place out and get yourself travelling with him. If he wants you there then it's harmless. Worst comes to worst, it doesn't work out. You come back, you can move back in here and you'll find work. It's not as if you don't have the connections to get a legitimate job."

"I have a few more races."

"Then do the races, take the money and go live your life. Mum and dad didn't raise us to be the type of people who don't take a risk." Y/b/n smiles always the supportive brother.

-

Aaron and Tyler were over the moon to see the two y/l/n siblings arriving for the race.

"Come on, baby girl. You're late." Aaron smiles linking hands with her to pull her towards the car. As he straps her in he seems to sense her quiet and reads her mind. "One of the last races?"

"Yeah."

"Glad I got to see them all then." Aaron smiles kissing her forehead.

Aaron has always been another brother figure in her life, he cares for her. He makes sure she's safe while racing and he celebrates harder and happier than even she ever has for her own wins. But he'd support her long after she has finished her career in street racing.

"Go make us proud, baby girl." Aaron smiles making her smile bad at him.

Y/n spoke to Lando earlier in the day, not quite giving any hint of her plans of what's coming.

When she watches Tyler drop the cloth, her mind is straight in the game. She's here to win and she's so focused she realises she doesn't even know who she's racing. But that's not unusual.

This race goes like they all go. She wins, and then she wins the next a couple days later and finally after a week. She's being strapped in one last time, Aaron looking almost nervous and sad.

"Hey, where's my favourite smile?" Y/n asks making Aaron look at her as he tightens the straps.

"Just relishing in the moment." Aaron whispers then sighing. "That F1 driver better take good care of you when you leave us for him."

"I don't need taken care of, you know that." Y/n jokes earning a small chuckle.

"He should anyway even if you decide to be difficult." Aaron shrugs then patting her head. "You go bring us one last win."

"One last win." Y/n smiles before he hugs her tightly.

"Make us proud, baby girl." Y/n smiles before he closes the door.

When the race is over, y/n can't make her usual quick get away. She's thrown away, she can't make any get away. They have a feast and eventually the crowd settles down to her core group who have been with her for longer.

At some point she finally heads back leaving her car with Aaron to take and pass onto someone else since he knows plenty of people who want to get into racing and need a decent car with a race winning history.

"I can't believe the old girl is retiring." Tyler jokes as he sits down beside her. "Street racing won't be the same without you. You're like the Hamilton, Schumacher, Vettel love child but illegal edition."

"Mmm...a real mongrel." Y/n giggles as he gives her a piece of chicken. "I'm not going to be gone forever, I still own property here and my brothers are in Australia."

"Brothers?"

"Y/b/n, Aaron...you." Y/n smiles nudging him lightly making him suddenly spill over with tears. "Oh Ty...Don't cry."

"I love you so much, y/n. We all want you to just be happy. That's all we want, I promise you."

"I know."

"But y/b/n is right that you need to go ahead and just live for bigger and better and more legal things. If you decide that boring stuff isn't for you, then you know we'll take you back." Tyler grins making her smile.

Y/n stays with them till dawn and eventually they get y/n home, saying their goodbyes. Aaron and Tyler are helping her pack up her stuff for storage and sorting through it to see what she wants to have with her while travelling.

-

Despite Lando and y/n talking daily, she'd sort of kept her news to herself. She wanted to surprise him and bring him the news about her decision as something to hopefully he'll be just as happy as her about.

When she lands in Italy and gets to the hotel Lando told her to go to, fans are actually outside the hotel and spot her. Shocked.

There'd been rumours of the two having a short-lived romance and proving to be a badly paired match.

When she gets to Lando's room, she bites her lip knocking on the door and as soon as it's open. Lando's scooped her up in a hug carrying her in and kissing her before plopping her down on a sofa while she laughs. He rushes to get her bags before closing the door and moving to lie with her, kissing her a few times.

"I have missed you so much, baby." Lando grins making her smile softly. "How was the flight?"

"Long...exhausting...but before I climb on your bed and curly up to sleep for hours. I need to tell you something." Y/n states biting her lip and suddenly feeling nervous.

What if he doesn't want her there for the races? What if this isn't something serious to him? What if this is far too much far too fast?

She'll have to do a walk of shame back home and into the arms of her friends but even they couldn't lick her wounds like she would need.

"You look like you're going to be sick." Lando states making her come crashing back down to earth from her thoughts. "What?"

"I...I'm not racing anymore...and I'm renting out my house, and if you'd be ok with it...I want to travel around with you-if that's ok." Y/n rambles out, swallowing thickly before she feels her face turning hot with a flush.

"You mean I get to have you here all the time?" Lando grins making her look at him and nod trying to bite back a grin. "That sounds like the best thing you could've came back and said...and we'll visit Australia whenever we can."

"I mean I might have to go back without you at some points. And New Zealand to see my parents at some point. But yes, we can definitely do that."

"And we can find ways for you to show the world your speed, maybe slightly more legally but not racing." Lando grins then kissing her a few more times. "We'll definitely get you in karts a lot more too."

"Will we?" Y/n murmurs jokingly then laughing when he rolls them just so she's on top of him instead.

Lando spends every spare moment of the weekend returning back to y/n and trying to include her in every single thing he's allowed.

The headlines pick up on y/n's presence along with fans but it blows over much faster and within a few races when they reach Canada, Lando's more than happily showing off his girlfriend with a lot of pride.

"I think you should be our new mascot or something." Lando declares as he places a bracket on her wrist. Using her as a place holder for the spare bracelets he can't fit on his wrist.

"No. I'm here to be your cheerleader." Y/n smiles then grinning when he leans down and kisses her. "I think I love your kisses the most you know."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really." Y/n grins before she smiles and kisses him.

"Good. Because I love your kisses the most, and then probably your smile and following that up with the fact that you are probably the most naturally gifted person with speed in a car."

"Yeah, that is my three best qualities." Y/n laughs then tilting her head lightly and sighing. "For the record, Canada isn't as cold as I thought it might be in May."

"No. But it's not hot either. Stop trying to find ways to avoid putting on a jacket. This is not Australia."

"So bossy." Y/n giggles then hum as he lifts her up and lies her on the bed, his head lowering as he pushes up her baby tee and kisses her tummy. "Making it hard to layer up when you're moving to take my clothes off."

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[cerastes]

I love Kazemaru, man, she’s so funny conceptually.

Kazemaru is a former Higashi ninja, now Rhodes Island Operator, and she specializes in espionage and intelligence work, but is also a capable combatant. Nothing out of the ordinary so far, and her reason for joining Rhodes Island? “A clash between her own views and the new head's business goals”. Here’s where a little elaboration is necessary:

Kazemaru is a ninja, with all that entails: Espionage, assassination, sabotage, bodyguarding, you name it, Kazemaru did it, she did it with pride, she did it with professionalism. When serving her old lord, Kazemaru was right at home, having been trained since she was a child by her ninja parents to be one of the lord’s ninja. Now, here’s where you may think “Oh, but the constant ninja business, the espionage, the assassinations, the harrowing life of the underworld... It got to her, and she moved to a place where she could use her skills to help people instead, Rhodes Island, like some of the other repentant assassins, right?”

Nope! She fucking loved being a ninja! She REALLY REALLY liked that lifestyle!

Head covered in mud, tailing a target for days on end, sabotaging an enemy organization, making them lose everything... It was her life. Kazemaru truthfully thrived in this environment. For instance, when she just started at Rhodes Island, she’d beeline for the conference room to regurgitate mountains of information for Kal’tsit and others.

But what Kazemaru didn’t consider was the power of the children of Rhodes Island:

By chance, they found out that Kazemaru has the power to make origami constructs move (which is how she makes her clones) and they thought it was the dopest shit ever, so they were like “PLEASE TEACH US” and battle-hardened ninja veteran Kazemaru was like “oh damn I can’t just leave them hanging, that would complicate the workplace situation maybe, that’s SUB-OPTIMAL, I will just act friendly a bit and then move on”, except OOPS she ends up really loving these children so now she legitimately is smiling and having fun with them.

So then... Why DID she come to Rhodes Island in the first place?

Well, her old lord passed away, presumably due to old age and illness, and then the young lord succeeded him. Kazemaru was ready to ninja her heart out for her lord’s successor, ready to give it her ALL. Instead, the young lord, well, went legit and turned the underworld organization into a legitimate business. He hit Kazemaru with the You Are Now An OL Beam.

And she hated every last second of it.

Day in and day out, office work, meetings, cordialities, idle smiles, plastic hearts. Her skills dulled to the point where a flower pot fell from a window and landed square on her head. So Kazemaru stood there, owned in front of the girls, bits of the pot and soil and some of her blood all trickling down from her head, and she said “ENOUGH”. She went to her young lord and said “hey this fucking sucks dude I HATE being an OL. RELEASE me.”

Because Kazemaru is that kind of person.

And she got her freedom.

And she couldn’t be happier to be back where one mistake can be the end of it all. Because Kazemaru simply is that kind of person.

And you couldn’t possibly tell at first glance! She is legitimately a very nice, sweet, stylish girl! But the moment there is some semblance of peace, of stability in her life, it gnaws at her. Is she becoming dull? Is that thrilling danger truly gone? Is this right? And the answer is always, no, this isn’t right. The stillness of peace can’t sate her. The clashing of bone and sinew, the embrace of the shadows, and thrill of espionage... That’s what Kazemaru lives for. Hell, she even offers Doctor to gather intel for them almost for funsies:

It’s just delightfully ironic that the person whose job is to be secretive and a shadow is so immensely open, so transparent, so easy to understand, she doesn’t even particularly keep it a secret.

“Yeah, the new lord tore up the oaths and made us sign regular contracts instead, then gave us office work. I hated every single second of it.”

The only real question is... Why Rhodes Island? We actually don’t know. Her Module elaborates just a bit further into this turn of events: When her young lord eventually approved of her release, he specifically told her “alright, sure, you can go, BUT you should consider Rhodes Island.”

It might be that this young lord is a business partner/ally of Rhodes Island to some capacity and we might learn more of him and the company when we eventually cover Higashi.

So Kazemaru is really, really good at her job, really enjoys living in the jaws of danger, and when her young lord, possibly with good intentions, thrusts her and her colleagues into a peaceful life where they don’t need to risk their lives in dangerous missions anymore, she hates it so much she can’t bear it anymore, because some people simply are born to be steeped in danger and shadows, and you can’t take that away from them. And it doesn’t stop them from being very nice, sweet people! But when all is said and done, where Kazemaru belongs is in the shadow, mere inches away from a mistake that could end her life, at the border of life and death.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kazemaru and Mlynar should have a conversation in which they complain about HATING being OLs. 4 uninterrupted cutscenes in which they just shit talk office work nonstop, in a Rhodes Island hallway, making it REALLY awkward for a bunch of characters that just wanna go to the other side of the hallway.

#arknights #kazemaru

[latristereina]

“Her mouth was sweet and he gently pulled her down on the bed. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to make love to her and Michael felt an enormous happiness. He had spent the war years fighting in the Pacific, and on those bloody islands he had dreamed of a girl like Kay Adams. Of a beauty like hers. A fair and fragile body, milky-skinned and electrified by passion.”

“He was surprised to find himself so secretive with Kay. He loved her, he trusted her, but he would never tell her anything about his father or the Family. She was an outsider.”

“Michael often thought of Kay, of her smile, her body, and always felt a twinge of conscience at leaving her so brutally without a word of farewell.”

“…it was nothing like the love he’d had for Kay, a love based as much on her sweetness, her intelligence and the polarity of the fair and dark.”

“Kay was silent for a long time. ‘Why do you want me to marry you after never calling me all these months? Am I so good in bed?’ Michael nodded gravely. ‘Sure,’ he said. ‘But I’m getting it for nothing so why should I marry you for that?’”

‘You are the only person I felt any affection for, that I care about.’

“But Kay was grateful. She knew that Michael had done it against all his own inclinations. Had done it because she had asked him to, and that she was the only person in the world who could make him act against his own nature.”

“Kay put her hand on Hagen’s arm. ‘He didn’t order you to tell me all the other things?’ Hagen hesitated a moment as if debating whether to tell her a final truth. ‘You still don’t understand,’ he said. ‘If you told Michael what I’ve told you today, I’m a dead man.’ He paused again. ‘You and the children are the only people on this earth he couldn’t harm.’”

- Mario Puzo, “The Godfather”

“Michael loved her when he met her and he loved her throughout his life and he loves her to this day, even though their relationship was surrounded by a lie. He not only loves her, he admires her.”

- Al Pacino, (x)

“And consequently, as we see him even in his commendatory finery receiving the highest award the Vatican can bestow he…his face is a mirror of his soul that’s ravaged and sickly, and very very heartbroken because what he values the most is the thing that he has lost… but he has his children, and his children at this point, I would think to Michael mean everything, his daughter and his son.”

“Although to me, what is about to happen here is the beginning of rebuilding of what really means most to him…I have no doubt that Michael despite the limitations of his Sicilian-American upbringing, and how men were supposed to be, how women were supposed to be, and wives were supposed to be, he really loved Kay, much as Diane and Al really love each other or loved each other, or probably will always love each other… I felt we were dealing with real things in the context of this romantic novel.”

- Francis Ford Coppola’s DVD commentary, (x)

“He would do it for his children, this boy and this girl that was all he had left of his marriage with Kay, which obviously meant a lot to him but which she basically pulled the plug on. She was not going to be married to a man who murdered people and stuff.”

“I saw what Michael had, and thereby understood what he had lost. He loved Kay, you know. Kay represented to him this dream that one day he would be out of it. He would have achieved the goal, which was to one day be totally legitimate. He had promised her that he would do that and somehow he was not quite able to just pull it off.”

- Francis Ford Coppola, (x)

@godfat-her

#the godfather #michael corleone #kay adams #kay corleone #al pacino #diane keaton #mario puzo #francis ford coppola #let’s settle this once and for all

[insomniakisses]

The King’s Daughter and the Queen | 1

Character: Omega! Alicent Targaryen Neé Hightower (HOTD)

Reader type: Alpha, Gender neutral, has a penis

Warnings Notes: NSFW MINORS DNI! sexual themes, stepcest, reader is a targaryen, omegaverse au, submissive alpha reader, aegon healena and aemond are reader and alicents kids. Mentions of rhaenyras incest.

Two. / Three. / Three (Alt. Ver)

The familier ache in between your legs woke you, your eyes opening slowly and blurred vision gradually focused on the culpret. Alicent. Your father’s wife. Yet here she was, shamelessly bouncing on your cock hands pinning yours above your head countless loads of cum leaking from her and down your balls onto the bed. Her lips pulling into a smirk when she sees ur wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

“A-alicent!” You hiss, fighting to free your hands to push her off of you.

“Who.” Her gaze hardens and her hips slam against u harder making u moan and whine. Her works more a statement than a question.

“Mommy-“ you whine softly and she coos in fake sympathy feeling u arch towards her wanting a kiss.

She happily obliges, kissing u softly before trailing her kisses to your jaw all the way down your neck her pace slowing when she feels you twitch your knot almost pushing in.

She lets out an amused laugh at how u thrash shaking your head telling her not to, that she can’t. But that of course is where u went wrong u never tell mommy what to do. So she simply grabs your throat squeezing it slightly as she slams herself on your knot. Both of you moaning when it does, another load of hot sticky cum shooting from your cock and painting her walls.

Her nails drag across your chest as you pant, her lips leaving soft kisses on ur shoulder. “My sweet alpha” she hums.

Pulling u into a kiss she purposely clenches around you, whispering against your lips “gonna give me another pup huh? Fill me up and breed me just like i want. Thats all you’re good for isn’t it? Just a little fuck toy for your mommy”

You too fucked out to answer as you feel yourself slowly fall back asleep.

—

When you awoke again alicent was laying on your chest, her fingers tracing shapes and mindless pattens on your arms. You smile kissing her head and rolling so she was under you, her arms wrapping around your neck as u lean down to give her a sweet kiss.

“Hello my love” you whisper quietly gently placing a sweet kiss to her nose watching it scrunch slightly and a smile pull at her lips. “Hi baby” she mumbles back, tiredness showing in her voice.

“Your sister and her kids have arrived on dragon back with her new husband,” you watch her roll her eyes a sigh leaving her lips “Daemon.”

You cant help chuckle at her detest for the inappropriate nature of the relationship between your uncle and sister. You kiss her cheek, “Your married to my father baby… we are not exactly the best to have an opinion on inappropriate relationships..” you tease.

“Her kids-“

“Are as legitimate as the ones i sired with you.” You finish giving her a look, while u don’t tend to get involved in the drama between your sister and secret lover you need sometimes remind her of her hypocrisy.

She huffs then pulling you closer feeling you kiss her neck arms tightening around her as she caresses your back.

“I wish people could know that I have sired your pups, all of them. That you could be mine by marriage.”

She smiles sadly, “if people were to find out there would be uproar… your father and I are married and if they were to know that all of the children I bared were the king’s daughter’s and not the king’s himself then there would be serious consequences.”

Your silent then head burried in her neck and a whine leaving you. How you longed to be with her as her wife. To be able to interact with your kids in public for them not to be forced to pay you no attention in the eye of anyone but Alicent. You wanted the freedom to be with the woman you loved and the kids you shared.

Just then a knock sounded on the door, a servant entering with the news that would change your lives.

Part one is up! ^^^^

I've never done a tag list before but i remember you saying you wanted to be tagged sooo... i guess ill add a taglist for this?

Taglist: @fuckinglittlekitten, @sydneyyyya, @federalclassroom, @watercolorskyy

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd omegaverse #hotd x reader #hotd imagines #hotd smut #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon smut #alicent #alicent hightower #alicent targaryen #queen alicent #alicent imagines #alicent x reader #hightower x reader #hotd alicent #alpha reader #omegaverse au #alicent hightower x reader #alicent hightower imagines

[sylverstorms]

How the K/DA members react to their fans demanding a kiss on-stage:

Akali is hesitant, at first, but only for your sake. She turns to face you while the crowd endlessly chants your ‘ship’ name, making sure her fringe covers her searching gaze from the cameras. The same deep, ocean blues that shine like azurites underneath the glittery floodlights, that you absolutely cannot meet without your cheeks feeling like they’re bursting into flames. 

Whatever she sees in you during those stolen seconds must be enough for her, because the next heartbeat she has taken a brave step forward, warm hands cradling your jaw and neck like something utterly fragile and completely precious. The last thing you see is her faint, private smile drawing closer before you instinctively close your eyelids...

Just like that she’s kissing you. Slim, balmy lips caress your own, soft as cotton and far gentler than you could have ever imagined –and you did dare imagine this, during moments of weakness in lonely nights. She starts out slow, gives you time to relax into it before her mouth parts slightly against yours, asking for more. 

On one hand, you’ve already given much more than what your thirsty fans asked for. You should stop. You should, but… you feel her pull you closer, the tremble of her breath against your lips. And that does you in. The very tips of your tongues meet and move together for a heated, electric moment you both savor like fine wine, before you break apart, chuckling in embarrassment.

Gods above, your stomach is filled with butterflies. 

Seeing the red color dusting her beautiful face, you think maybe you’re not the only one who has them. 

Kai’sa hugs you easily –it’s almost a habit by now– at the end of the concert, yet turns beet-red the millisecond people start demanding you kiss. She steps back, refuses to meet your eye as the voices get louder, but you both know your fans will not stop until they are appeased. With a deep breath, you accept your fellow popstar is never going to make the first move, therefore the task falls onto you. 

You touch her waist gently, assuringly. Gorgeous violets shyly rise to meet your gaze. Surely, your eyes convey, a kiss between the two of you is not the end of the world. You always cuddle when watching movies with the group, you have fallen asleep in the same bed, once or twice. Both of you think the other is good-looking and there’s solid trust between you. This doesn’t have to be awkward.

Kai’sa seems to agree as she places one hand on your shoulder and the other finds yours. Your free palm slides to her side, caressing the bare skin at the cuts of her tight-fitting outfit. You lean in…

Her lips smell like peach gloss, you note before you kiss them. And –oh, she’s so soft and pliable against you. Everything about her is buttery sweetness. No wonder you cannot get enough. What was meant as a chaste peck turns into a legitimate liplock; you’re sucking on her lower lip and the worst –best?– part is that she seems in no rush to pull away.

A soft sound in the back of her throat snaps you out of the daze before your tongue slips into her mouth and this really gets out of control. 

Breaking apart under the sounds of endless cheers, red-faced, Kai’sa squeezes your hand tight. She does not let go. 

Ahri doesn’t seem fazed by the demand, nor did you expect her to be. Her bow-shaped, pink lips merely curve into a slow smile capable of charming the coldest of hearts, crystalline tails ever moving behind her in gentle, hypnotic waves. When she angles her torso towards you, reaches up with graceful fingers to guide her microphone out of the way, her intention clear, you forget what it means to breathe. Ahri fixes you with her smokey, endlessly blue eyes and crooks a finger. 

“Come to me, sweetheart.” she beckons. Still, you hesitate. Until she silently mouths “Don’t you trust me?”  

It isn’t her you don’t trust, it’s your body’s reactions to her. You are placed in a spot where you don’t exactly have a multitude of options, though, so you summon what is left of your courage and walk up to her. As soon as you step close, her arms rise to guide you into her. Her touch trails up your shoulders like water; one hand wraps around your neck, the other weaving through your hair to cup your nape.

“Don’t be afraid.” comes her gentle whisper, practically against the corner of your mouth.

When she kisses you, it is like every dream blossoms to life. Her vanilla scent, her sweet taste, the softness of her tails brushing your legs and sides, all feel like you’re floating, suspended between the clouds and heaven. Ahri’s thumb rolls in little circles underneath your ear and the whine you give has her smiling against you. 

Then her tongue licks over your bottom lip and you nearly die. The velvet trace of it over yours melts you in her arms. With a parting suck on your bottom lip she draws back, flashing the cameras a wink and a brilliant smile.

Meanwhile, her hand still caresses your neck, as if telling you to breathe. 

Uh-oh. That look is burning-hot trouble. It is the definition of eye-sex.

Evelynn already has her arm around your shoulders when the audience starts chanting for you to kiss. No way that’s happening, you muse with a shake of your head. Sadly for them, she doesn’t much care what others think, fans or media, nor does she aim to please anybody other than herself.

You make to extract yourself from her side, except… you find that her hold tightens. The diva turns to you, pins you in place with a liquid smirk and lidded amber eyes peeking above the rim of her mauve sunglasses… 

Your stomach plummets and shatters before she even traps your chin between a thumb and curled pointer, before the deadly sin that is her purple-glossed mouth descends on yours. Her full lips cover your own like smoke, taste like the sweetest poison you can’t help but drink in. Sounds are muted to your ears. Thoughts on your surroundings dissipate. You are in darkness; the only thing you are allowed to feel is her. 

Evelynn does not ask for permission to deepen the kiss; she just takes it. Her thumb guides your mouth slightly more open and then her tongue slithers in, rolling around your own while the fiery seal of her lips never breaks. Your knees nearly give out from underneath you. 

By the time she’s satisfied, pulling back, readjusting her mic with long, manicured fingers, you are left as shaken as a house after an earthquake. You do not hear whatever risque thing she says to the crowd, only feel her thumb wipe the lipstick mark off the corner of your mouth. You have half a mind not to turn into her touch.

Minutes later, you have almost managed to compose yourself. That is, until she leans in again, her breath hovering over your ear this time;

“Darling.” she drawls. “Shall we continue this at the hotel?”  

#league of legends #fanfiction #ahri x reader #akali x reader #kaisa x reader #evelynn x reader #kda ahri #kda akali #kda kai'sa #kda evelynn #lgbtq #riot games #creative writing #drabbles #kisses #SylverStorms #Of course I thrist of all of them #kda supremacy

[fernandezology]

don’t take me for granted-mason mount

pairing: mason mount x reader

summary: “but every time i leaned over and said i’m sorry you said it was fine. you squeezed my hand and said it’s fine. i love you. don’t worry... it’s fine.”

warnings: angst with a twist at the end

word count: 1,2 k

life is good.cause we fucking did it. it couldn’t have gone better.

you looked beautiful tonight.the entire night, while i was talking to all these smiling,sweet,rich people who one month ago wouldn’t give me the time of day... i would look across the room and see you. and i’d think, god,she is the most beautiful fucking creature on planet earth.and the sexiest. there’s truly no one sexier. even christian said it.

speech he gave after being voted as the best at fifa awards left you…speechless.you had no intention of talking to him so you just looked at him confused.

he recognized your “what is that supposed to mean” look because let’s face it,he knew you like the back of his hand.

not in a bad way. a good way. a respectful way. but it’s true. every time i’d see you... he continued to talk while kissing the back of your neck,with your glass of old fashioned,smiling and chatting it up,i’d think to myself:

“god, am i fucking lucky.”

nobody in their right mind would have energy to start an argument after a long night of pretending to be interested in people you’ve never seen before. thankfully,there were few familiar faces who made this night bearable. however,some of them turned it into the worst night ever. including him. you didn’t want to raise any suspicion so you dryly smiled at him.

what was that?

what?

that smile?

what?

it was a fake smile. i thought you are going to be a little bit more excited for me. don’t think your behavior went unnoticed. it seemed like you were not yourself tonight, especially around my mum. what’s wrong?

point is… i don’t have nothing to say to her. which is the reason i didn’t talk to her.

it’s just... she notices.

really?

yes.

how do you know?

i just do.

really?

well she sees how you are with other people... you’re talkative, you’re funny.

what can i say, i’m personable.

right. which makes her insecure.

what? other human beings with personalities?

no. it’s the fact that you’re not yourself and she knows it. can you just tell me what happened?

tust me. it’s not a good idea. let’s talk tomorrow.

but i know you’re upset at me.

it’s not a big deal.

i can’t go to sleep knowing you’re angry.

i’m begging you. nothing productive is going to be said tonight.

how do you know?

because i know you.

you turn and walk down the hall toward to bedroom,already regretting you said anything because he is not gonna let it go now.

as you were taking off your jewelry,you look at him in the mirror,realizing this is gonna be a long night. truthfully,you didn’t have one of those in a while- at least not this sort of long night.

really... you wanna go there? it’s your speech, mason.

why do you have to find something... anything...the most minor fucking detail to harp on, to fucking ensure that there is no possible fucking reason to celebrate.

you didn’t thank me, mason. that’s not a minor fucking detail. that’s a big one.

oh give me a fucking break. when i said you’ll find the most minor fucking detail and turn it ugly... i fucking meant it.

but i’ve thanked you a million times before. you know i’m thankful. you know I’m appreciative. and you know it was a mistake, so why turn it into anything more?

because it is more.

you can’t be serious.

i’m dead serious.

then you’re out of your mind.

and you’re hyperbolic.

i’m not. it’s hysterical to think that forgetting to thank you is symbolic of anything other than me legitimately forgetting to fucking thank you.

you looked at him in the mirror and turned to him:

mason,you thanked a hundred fucking people. you thanked your agents. your teammates. your parents. your fucking third grade teacher and the kid who was playing with you at academy when you were eleven years old and saw whatever-the-fuck.

i didn’t thank the guy who saw me scoring a free-kick identical to one i scored in 2020?

you know what i mean -

you don’t have to be sarcastic and petty about it. i forgot to thank you.i am sorry. i am genuinely sorry.which is why i apologized a hundred times during the awards. i couldn’t even focus on the awards because i felt so guilty.

that’s a shame.

but every time i leaned over and said i’m sorry you said it was fine. you squeezed my hand and said “it’s fine. i love you. don’t worry... it’s fine.”

well mason,i changed my mind.it’s not fine.

how can you just change your mind?

honestly... it’s really fucking easy.

that doesn’t seem a little crazy to you?

not at all.

really?

nope.

why?

because while i was sitting through awards it was fine,then every single person from your dad to declan came up and said, “i know you’re probably a little upset he forgot to thank you but i know how much he counts on you.”

they said that?

they told me not to read into it.

what does that mean?

that’s funny you say that... that’s the exact same thought i had. but let’s not digress. because as the night went on, i became less fine with it.

before you could continue why you weren’t fine with it,he asked you to sit next him. even though this was probably your worst fight ever,you missed being close to him and how could you refuse?

because it’s not just about you forgetting to thank me. it’s about how you see me and how you view my contribution, not just to this relationship, but to your work. after listening to you complain about new coaches,new methods,waking up in the middle of night when you were crying about not being good enough and not wanting to leave your childhood club,supporting you when you wanted to quit football completely…

i really hope you don’t actually think that i don’t appreciate everything you did for me. for us. if it wasn’t for you,i wouldn’t be here where i am right now. i would still be mediocre. there is a reason why they say that after every great man is a great woman. you are the most loving and patient person i know. thank you for everything, i don’t know how will i ever make it up to you,but i’ll do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in world every day until we die. i’m so sorry. thank you. thank you for loving me. for making my life anything but mediocre. we make the best team and i love you,baby.

i love you too,just don’t take me for granted.

great... are we no longer fighting?

you look at him and smile and then it turns into a laugh.

what? don’t tell me you already know what i wanted to ask you. he smiled for first time since you came home and but it felt like forever since you last seen his contagious smile- one of many things that made you fall in love with him.

you shrugged your shoulders, completely oblivious on what is he talking about until you saw him getting on one knee.

will you marry me?

#mason mount imagine #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader #mason mount one shot #football imagines #chelsea fc #england national football team #malcom and marie

[snailsrneat]

Love Gardener

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Scernario:

MC opens their arms after a long day and says "I need love and affection." Their S/O happily obliges.

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Heartslabyul Edition-

Riddle:

Boy is shy af

Once the question fully leaves your lips he turns scarlet

You thought he was angry at you for asking such a "insolent" question and was about to leave when he grabbed your wrist

He stuttered out, "I-I would like t-that very much."

Smiling you lead him over to the bed, lay down and pat your chest, signaling him to lay down as well

Shakily he sat down, and laid his head on the spot you were patting

Shy boy quickly turns into emotional boy

He's never experienced affection quite like cuddling

(Mother Rosehearts is awoman of high class, she can't be seen being affection, even to her own flesh and blood)

He cries softly into your shoulder whilst you pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him

Eventually he falls asleep from crying so much ❤️‍🩹

"*sniff*Mother...*sniff* why?"

Ace Trappola:

Oooh boi

Now listen Ace, while very physical affectionate, is a tsundere

With that comes his denial of liking any physical affection

You could be straight up hugging him like a koala to it's tree and he would say, "You're so needy all the time, give me some space."

Then 5 minutes after giving him said space he goes,"..I actually liked that could you do that again?"

This mf-

But anyway, once you ask him for some much needed cuddles he "reluctantly" agrees

On the inside however

He's doing the f-ing Carleton

He stoked to hear that you want to be so close to him ❤

"Huh? You want t-to cuddle? F-fine, but don't be surprised when I take all the blankets."

Deuce Spade:

Mans is both excited and scared

More accurately, a nervous wreck

He's never been this close to with anyone besides his mom

(Deuce 100% would cuddle with his mom when he was a little kid)

Being so close is a new experience for him

However he was determined to learn

When you guys went to cuddle his shoulders became as stiff as rocks, face bright pink, and heartbeat about to jump out of his chest

You tried petting the top of his head to calm him down a bit but that just made him more tense

So you just decided the best course of action was to lay on his chest

Don't ask him about his heartbeat, because he's just gonna turn into a stuttering mess💙

"My heartbeat? I- uhm, it's just that- uhm"

Trey Clover:

Mans is too sweet

The moment those words leave your lips he stops everything

(Which made you a little scared that he was upset at you)

He looks over at you with the sweetest, most adoring gaze and says

"Of course darling, just let me finish making these sweets for the unbirthday party and I'll cuddle you for however long you need."

HHehdbshjwvsjHavshduehhsAAAAAAAA

IT'S TOO CUTE MAKE IT STOP

Once he finishes up he carries over to his room and attacks you with his love

Like legitimately bombs you with kisses and hugs and IT'S TOO MUCH

GAAAAAAAH💚

"You know you can for cuddles anytime. All you to do is just ask."

Cater Diamond:

My boy here is exploding both on the inside and the outside

Long story short, he's all over you oon the outside and completely panicking on the inside

To be quite honest with you I don't think Cater is quite used to tons of affection

He probably isn't even that touchy of a person tbh

But when it comes to you

He just melts into your arms

All he wants is to lay his head on your tummy and listen to the sounds of your heartbeat and gurgling of your stomach

He also doesn't want this to ever end so let's hope you went pee before bed🧡

"What are doing babe? Stay with me, it gets cold without you here."

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Hello everyone! No I am not dead, just trying recover after some serious burnout. Sorry I didn't tell y'all about it but I'm back and I'm hopefully gonna start making posts more. I plan on making a masterlist to both introduce people to me and my blog but also make it easier for people to find whatever the heck work of mine they want to read. I have something pretty big coming in the very soon future that I'm very excited about and I hope you all are as well. Anyway, thank you for reading this end part rant and I hope you all have an amazing day.

#Twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts x Reader #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #twst headcanons #Interactions are appreciated #Twst brainrot #The brainrot has finally ended #But don't want it to go

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 6🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 6 "Party Politics"

Timestamp: 00:37:18

Video Length: 4min. & 7sec.

Sumo Wrestling to talk to Ragh (Pt. 1 | ‣Pt. 2)

Gorgug yells for Riz

Riz joins in

Gorgug says he explained but Riz also explains it again in a maybe better kind of way for Ragh to try to understand.

Riz: "So there was a god that was going through some kind of- was having- anger was escaping through these red gems that were possessing people and filling them with rage. And then Kalina- who is back but we don't know what's going on because now that the Nightmare King is gone, Cassandra manifested Kalina again, I guess and Kalina seemed shady but also seemed to legitimately be helping Cassandra, so it's possible that she takes on the traits of whoever she's the familiar of. So she might be a good guy? I don't know what's going on. But she did say your name specifically, not in a threatening way, but in a 'he will save us' way, while she was getting taken over by one of the red gems that was very similar to what happened with your mom. So, I think you are the true crab king."

Gorgug bows! 😂🤣💀

Riz also bows 😂😂🤣🤣💀💀

Riz is confusedly just looking at Gorgug 😂😂😂

Gorgug: "We've just got to build him up a little bit." 😭😭

Ragh: "So you're telling me that in the same year that I gotta get ready for tryouts for the Bastion City Buccaneers, that I've been chosen to save Cassandra?"

Gorgug and Riz: "Maybe?" 😂🤣💀

Gorgug: "Does that mean something to you?" 😂

Ragh: "It means a lot." 😭😭

Ragh remembers Cassandra! He was there! 😂🤣💀

Ragh is gonna find Cassandra 😭

Ragh: "Listen, I'm a straight-up barbarian, but if you need cleric numero dos and I'm the chosen one- Let's talk." 😭😭

Riz: "I think it's something to do with those red rage spheres, that maybe you could help with, or maybe we can talk to your mom and also you, and maybe we can all figure it out together."

Ragh really struggles :(((

Brennan: "You see that- he[Ragh] loves you a lot and wants to say something that solves the mystery for you, but I think you watch him not get it."

Ragh has never seen a rage star per se

Lydia has a fiend trapped in the red gem that's inside of her and she uses her rage to contain it.

Lydia can make a sick spread on Saturday and they can talk to her about the star trapped in her chest!

Ragh texts his mom SO QUICK! 😭✋

Ragh's text to his mom: "Mom, sick spread. Crystal demon questions. Riz, Gorgug. You down?" 😂🤣💀

🥰🥰An enormous wall of the "surrounded by hearts smiling" emoji🥰🥰

Ragh's mom is the best! 😭✋ I admire the LOVE that Ragh has for his mom fr! 😭😭✋✋

Ragh assures Gorgug and Riz that they're gonna get to the bottom of this! 🥺🥺 He's so sweet! 🥺🥺♥️♥️

Crab King! 😂🤣👏👑

Ragh: "Crab King, when the lobster prince and the shrimp majordomo need help, then that's what's up."

Riz: "That's awesome. Thank you, Ragh."

Gorgug, Riz, and Ragh all put a hand in: "Crustacean Nation!" 😭😭✋✋

#dimension 20 #dimension20 #blog #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #party politics #fantasy high party politics #fantasy high junior year episode 6 #fhjy ep 6 #fantasy high scene #fantasy high junior year scene #dimension20 scene #queue #ragh #ragh barkrock #brennan lee mulligan #gorgug #gorgug thistlespring #zac oyama #riz #riz gukgak #brian murphy #murph #crustacean nation #shrimp majordomo #crab king

[barzysunflower]

hi! let’s do it, right this time!! could i request a trip to paris with cale makar where he’s going to propose but you don’t know it yet for your travel around the world summer requests!! thank you!

yes this is absolutely cute!! tysm; also can you tell I watched friends before writing this lol

come along the world trip

📍paris, france with cale makar

"That was a great diner," you said as you stepped out of the small Parisian restaurant holding your boyfriends hand. He agreed, having ordered another appetizer during his actual meal because he couldn't get enough, you weren't surprised. The restaurant he chose served divine food and the atmosphere was very romantic. "I'm still in the mood for Crêpes, though. You?"

"Sure, I could eat one." He would never not want any more food. You looked up a place to go and remembered a place from your research before the trip that came highly recommended.

"No, not that one. It's not near the Eiffel Tower," Cale disagreed.

"So?"

"I want to see it light up."

"We can do that tomorrow. Or afterwards."

"No, I want to do it now. Come on, they're just as good over there," he continued to argue, but it didn't make much sense to you. "Come on."

With a sigh, you gave in and followed him in the opposite direction. You were really confused by his behavior, he never insisted like that without giving a legitimate reason and usually he gave into whatever you wanted. But now that you thought about it, he had been acting weird this entire trip, especially today. He was extremely jumpy and lost in his thoughts.

The streets of Paris were extremely busy and loud, but you loved that. While not every street was beautiful and you were definitely aware of your surroundings, you loved the of building and all of the different kinds of people living their best lives here. But with the sun long gone and the wind that had picked up a bit, you were getting a bit chilly on your walk so you asked for his blazer.

"Of course." He stopped to take it off, but then suddenly paused and then put it back on. "Actually, uh, no. Sorry."

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What? Why?"

"Well, uh," he looked for his words, coughing a couple times. "Then I'd be cold."

"Oh-kay." You kept walking, a bit disturbed by the experience. He always offered his jacket and would rather freeze to death than let you be a bit chilly. "You're being weird."

He chuckled and draped his arm over your shoulder, his hand still in yours. "Yeah, well, that's me." He kissed the side of your head, then changed the subject to distract you from that awkward interaction.

"Une crêpes au Nutella, s'il vous plaît," you ordered a while later at a little food truck near the Eiffel Tower. "Et une au Nutella et bananes."

You paid the man and watched him make the two crêpes. Cale grinned, "that was hot."

"Merci."

Once your crêpes were ready, you found a spot on a bridge with a perfect view of the tower to eat them. You saw it sparkle a few times and shamelessly leaned into the tourists in you and took some sweet pictures. In the last while, you could tell he had relaxed a bit, but now he got fidgety again.

"Love," he looked around nervously, while grabbing your hand. He cleared his throat one too many times before you gave him a concerned look, but the mood changed suddenly when his hand reached into jacket pocket and pulled out a small black box. Out of the corner of your eye the Eiffel Tower started sparkling again and a lightbulb went off in your head. He was about to propose.

Time slowed down as Cale lowered to one knee. Your breath got caught in your throat. Your pulse started racing. And your eyes flooded with tears. "Cale-" It was barely a whisper. He cleared his throat one more time, then smiled looking up at you.

"(Y/n), I have loved you for a long time now. Probably longer than I should admit, because the first thing I thought when I first saw you was 'I want to marry her one day'. Well, now I'm hoping to make that a reality. You are my favorite person in this world and you're making me a happier and better man every day. Even with my crazy schedule, when we're miles apart or right here next to each other, I always feel close to you. You're the only person I want to come home to, wake up to, and kiss goodnight. I love you more than words could ever describe. And with this ring," Cale opened the little box, revealing a beautiful ring. "I will promise to love you forever and ask you to spend the rest of your lives together. (Y/n), will you marry me?"

"Cale—", a small sob left you. Your entire body was screaming the word 'yes', even before he asked the question, but all you could do was whisper it over and over again. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

He managed to slide the ring on your finger before you threw yourself at him, slinging your arms around his neck. "Yeah?"

You nodded vigorously. "Yes. Always."

His dimples appeared, deeper than ever, and even in the dark you could see his blue eyes sparkle with joy. He finally kissed you, his soft lips exploring yours with newfound passion.

"That's why you were acting so weird," you realized when you pulled away after a moment.

"Guilty. I just wanted to do it in front of the lit up tower and couldn't wait another day." You kissed his grin, too sweet not to. "Oh, if you're still cold you can have my jacket now."

You threw your head back with a small laugh. "I'm good. I'm all warm and fuzzy now. I love you."

"Love you more, honey."

#cale makar #travel with me summer 23 #cale makar blurb #cale makar imagine #cale makar fic #nhl fic #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fics #colorado avalanche #hockey fics

[itsclydebitches]

I have two thoughts about your Alastor theory: First, I legitimately think that he's smiling as his own choice as a form of copium. Like in a "If I smile like I'm in control, I AM in control" kind of way. Just because "You're never fully dressed without a smile" being his favourite song, and telling Charlie to use her smile as an advantage over others, and praising her when she does. It's just such a big part of his characterisation that I think I'd be disappointed if it wasn't his choice, y'know? The green threads on his mouth are there to stop him from telling anyone about the deal imo.

Second: The exorcists legitimately do seem to be smiling like that, just because we see with Lute that the masks change and emote with the wearer (notably when the shield comes up and she and adam talk, you can see how emotive it is), so I reckon those lil freaks really are just grinning their heads off because they've been trained to enjoy what they're doing. However, I do agree that the mask seems to default to smile.

Thanks for the thoughts! Yeah, I can understand being disappointed, though I personally don't think it detracts from his characterization if it's not an active choice. As you say, "You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile" is his favorite song and I do think Alastor 100% believes the advice he gave Charlie. He's a character who others might want to take advantage of through his preferences ('You believe in smiling, Alastor? How about you do it all the time then...') and who is determined to turn every obstacle to his advantage ('Well, if I have to smile at least no one will know what I'm really thinking. Silver lining!') Usually any theories I have are just fun What Ifs, with only a tenuous belief that it could really become canon, but for this particular detail I'd be shocked if Alastor's smile isn't a permanent fixture somehow. Beyond the scene I mentioned where he really should be frowning if he was capable (and that would be a sucker-punch for the viewer too. How best to visually convey that he's freaking out than by having him NOT smile for the first time all season?), we have the fact that Alastor is seen making another active choice about his presentation: the radio voice. Yet he drops that a couple of different times, most notably when his staff breaks in the fight with Adam (and we know the voice isn't because of the staff because he goes back to normal a second later while the staff is still in pieces). So this is something Alastor controls himself and losing it for a second is GREAT because it conveys the seriousness of the situation. Alastor is so damn shocked he briefly drops his persona.

... except for the smile.

If he could stop smiling I'd expect this to be another moment where he does. Not for long because agreed, it's a huge part of his character, but we'd likely see him forcing a smile back as the radio voice comes back too. Instead, it's a fixture despite the surprise of the moment undermining everything else we know about Alastor's persona: he doesn't speak without his filter, he doesn't curse, he doesn't retreat. The smile is the only thing that doesn't waver in a moment that otherwise completely undermines him.

Also: "so I reckon those lil freaks really are just grinning their heads off because they've been trained to enjoy what they're doing" YEAH I think the default look of the masks might still be important but that doesn't erase the fact that they're clearly enjoying themselves. It makes me want to know more about Vaggie's time between falling and present day. It's sweet to have the insta-love moment as Charlie bandages her eye (and as a queer H/C lover that hit all the right buttons) BUT more realistically I'd expect it would take some time for her see Charlie and her people as worthwhile souls. Redemption is a journey and all that.

#Alastor #Hazbin Hotel #mymetas

[beginningobserver]

Heyyo everyone. I wrote a new Rui-centered thing.

⚠SPOILERS FROM THE MOVIE AHEAD ⚠

Bonds

[AO3 version]

Summary:

Rui is invited to try Daisuke's new ramen recipe with the rest of the group.

Rui + 02 kids • Canon-compliant (KenMiya/Kenyako included) • Post-movie events.

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A few months after meeting Daisuke and the others, Rui started to visit them a little more while he waited for Ukkomon’s egg to hatch. He was patient and optimistic that everything would be fine now.

He was invited by Daisuke to eat his newest ramen-creation with the other five. But would they still want to tag along with him? Rui had no idea what true friendship was, because he believed every friend he made after meeting Ukkomon were just manipulated by the digimon like his parents had been.

It could mean that this group he just met would be his first and legitimate friends. Right?

He stood in front of the Ramen Yamatoya building, his hands shaking out of anxiety. He thought -- Should I get in? We were just strangers and I don’t come here too much to not… Bug him--

The door opened from inside and it was by V-mon.

“HEYYOO RUI!”

“A-ah… Hello.”

“Wow, you came really fast!!” the blue digimon exclaimed, and looked outside to see if anyone else was coming, “Really fast!”

“I… I was around, my workplace is in this area.”

“Oho! What do you do for life!?”

“... I work at--”

“THERE YOU ARE!!” Daisuke pooped out from the door, “HEY-WELCOME! GET IN, GET IN!!”

He was interrupted by Daisuke’s energetic voice. And dragged inside. He didn’t manage to answer V-mon’s question and at this point V-mon had lost interest in it, because he tried to answer it again and V-mon just started preparing the counter and led to the stool reserved for him.

He felt like a celebrity with that reception, and this really felt awkward -- Do friends do things like these…?

“Here’s the menu!” and V-mon handed him a card with the stuff included in Daisuke’s ‘Ramen Motomiya’ business;

“Oh, thanks…” he gently took it from V-mon’s hand.

“Hey V-mon, this isn’t needed! Everyone will come here to try out my new creation!”

“What is this new… menu item you were talking about?” Rui asked, out of curiosity.

“It’s a top secret! I’ll reveal its details once everyone is here!”

“Oh, so it’s a surprise…”

“Yup!” Daisuke smiled, “But no worries it’s not sweet! I mean, I know you’re not a fan of sweets so… I had to find the perfect balance of flavor that would make everyone satisfied.”

“Hmm…” He didn’t know what to say, it felt a little odd someone thinking of him and his preferences… But it made him relieved that Daisuke cares enough about him to pull things like these -- This is… True friendship right?

“Iori hates tomatoes,” V-mon explained, “So when Daisuke cooks stuff for everyone he has to remember to not add tomatoes on Iori’s portion.”

“I see…”

“And If someone is lactose intolerant I have to know beforehand so I can prepare a special version of the recipe! Or if they’re vegan. Or if they’re allergic to gluten. Lots of things, culinary school prepared me for this!”

“Yeah!” V-mon nodded, “And that so we cannot get into legal issues! I mean, the boss wouldn’t like to have this place closed because of a little mistake!!”

The door opened and the others came in. V-mon greeted them the same way as Daisuke did before -- Maybe it’s part of their business' greetings? -- and they all got reunited at the counter.

Hikari also came in with her backpack stuffed with something. Rui didn’t know why, it just felt a little… strange??

“So, what is the menu for today, chef?” Takeru chuckled, “You said you created something new.”

“Hehe, glad you asked” Daisuke had the sunglasses on and did the ‘anime glasses thing’ with the light reflection, “V-mon, please.”

“Alright!” and then V-mon served the bowls to the six people, “Bone appetit!” 

“It’s not ‘Bone’ !” Daisuke babbled, “Man, Takeru didn’t ya say it was something like ‘good meal’…”

“Oh, yeah” Takeru nodded, “V-mon it’s ‘ Bon’ , which means ‘good’ in French. And ‘bon appetit’ means ‘enjoy your meal’ ”

“Okay but why is Daisuke using French out of nowhere?” Patamon blinked.

“It’s good to know a bit of each language if I want to open my business in New York!” Daisuke explained, “And maybe I’m considering the idea of doing deliveries later.”

“Is it because of my suggestion?” Iori asked and then Daisuke nodded.

“With the digital gate we can go everywhere!!” V-mon added, “So! We can do something cool like this!!”

“This is just one step to be made!” Daisuke bragged, “Now, enjoy the bowl. I’ll be waiting for your feedback on my most recent creation.”

“Don’t forget to describe the flavors!” V-mon added excitedly.

“So uh, what’s different in it?” Miyako raised an eyebrow, “It doesn’t seem different from the usual bowls you served before…”

“Just… Try it first,” he pouted.

“Will you keep using the sunglasses indoors?” Tailmon seemed quite bothered by that. Even Takeru had taken his beanie off!!

“Well, I’m not a real ramen chef if I don’t have them on.”

“It’s missing the spirals, dagya!” Armadimon commented.

“... I left them at home,” Daisuke shrugged.

“YOU HAVE SUNGLASSES WITH THOSE ANIME SPIRALS!?” Everyone seemed pretty surprised by it. Except V-mon, of course.

“Yeah, and they’re mine!” V-mon replied with a grin.

“THEY BELONG TO V-MON!?”

“I don’t think that should be a surprise” Daisuke took the shades off, “Takeru does the same thing, but with hats!”

“Ah, that’s true,” Wormmon blinked.

“Takeru-san has something equal to that too,” Hawkmon replied with a nod.

“We should quit arguing and start eating!” Takeru babbled nervously when everyone glanced at him, “Or else Daisuke will be even more upset than he is right now!”

The only person not taking part in that discussion was Rui, who was just sitting in the corner and already eating his bowl. Somehow him being this quiet made them all forget he was there… But he didn’t mind it either. He’s still just a stranger, maybe Daisuke only invited him out of courtesy…?

“...”

It’s good -- Rui thought. He didn’t expect something so simple to be good. But isn’t this what Daisuke is in a nutshell? Simple-minded and a box full of surprises. Now he had to compliment that, which is the hard part. The group were already chatting and even arguing about fashion accessories… He felt it would be rude to interrupt them all.

But… This is really good.

He felt even more awkward…

“AHEM!” Daisuke managed to spot he wasn’t involved in their shenanigans, so he just called everyone’s attention to the main subject, “Now, really… Just eat it. And tell me what y’all think about it.”

The group looked at each other and then to Rui sitting there in silence eating. V-mon noticed Rui was… crying??

“Oh no-- is it too bad!?” V-mon gasped, mortified “Daisuke, you made something so horrible he’s--”

“No.”

“Huh??”

“It’s good,” he said, quite awkwardly.

“Then why are you crying??” Patamon asked.

Why am I crying…?? -- Not even he realized the reason for those tears. The group then tried their own bowls, trying to understand Rui’s reaction to the food.

“Oh! It’s tasty!” They all commented.

“See the difference?” Daisuke chuckled.

“What did you do this time??” Hikari asked, impressed by the flavor.

“It’s a secret~”

“He was bored last night and accidentally dropped the wrong seasoning to the broth and then he tried it and got… this new ‘BOOM’ okay??” V-mon explained.

“So it was an accidental discovery,” Iori mused.

“What seasoning was?” Tailmon asked the next question.

“It was…”

Seriously, why am I crying by eating something tasteful? -- Rui kept wondering why a simple ramen bowl could bring him tears. Was it the spice? Was it too spicy? Or too salty?? It didn't make any sense, because he didn’t feel it was too spicy or salty… He just sat there eating in silence and trying to get it, why was he…?!

“Oh, I know! Is it love??” Patamon asked.

“Can you put love in a bowl?” Wormmon asked, innocently.

“Well, putting it that way, yeah it had a ton of love while preparing it for my best pals so…”

“Excuse me,” Miyako stared at Daisuke, “I’m the one who got the Digimental of Love here. Better you teach me your secrets.”

“Then, better you give me your Digimental of Love because I deserve it now.”

“Not a chance!”

They all laughed.

“...”

Meanwhile Rui, oh poor Rui… He was so confused about what the heck is going on with him that he was feeling like spacing out again. He didn’t even realize he finished his bowl quite quicker than the others.

So now he was just watching the empty bowl and thinking how can he describe those feelings and flavors and -- WAIT WHY ARE THEY ALL LOOKING AT HIM NOW?!

“Wow…” Wormmon exclaimed.

“Well… It was d-delicious!” He babbled aloud. Dang it, he’s feeling like a fool…

“Hey, take it easy” Daisuke said, “So uh… How’s that?”

“... It was good.”

“And?”

“... I don’t understand why, but eating this bowl gave me joy… Something I haven’t felt for a long time ago.”

“Oh, so you liked it!?” V-mon gasped.

“V-mon, crying does not always mean sadness” Ken started explaining, “It can mean joy too. Like when Daisuke says something dumb and funny, making everyone cry out of laughter. It can also be out of relief, and so do other reasons as well.”

“... I think I was crying because…”

“... You feel happy to be here, right?” Daisuke tried to guess it.

“H-huh?”

“How’s Ukkomon’s egg going?” Miyako asked, “Did it hatch already?”

“... Not yet,” and then he showed the tiny watch-clock sized egg from his pocket. They all looked at it, “I always take him with me, just in case…”

“That’s a good signal,” Tailmon smiled, and then looked at Hikari, “You have to never lose hope, he will come back. Right, Hikari?”

“Yes, We never lost hope so that’s why we were able to meet each other.”

“... I feel safe with you guys,” Rui blushed a bit. Oh so that’s why he felt a little nervous, right?

“We can help you form connections,” Hawkmon said this time, “But sometimes you need a little push.”

“??”

“Yeah, so that’s why I got you here, dude” Daisuke chuckled, “We want to know more about you!”

“And we want you to know more about us, dagya!”

“... Oh.”

“Ah, I have something to show to everyone!” Hikari then took the stuffed backpack and opened it. Then Tailmon handed each of them a knitted scarf “I made those!!”

“That’s so cute!!” Miyako exclaimed with glee.

“Wow, it has cool details on them!!” Daisuke was in awe, “It reminds me of my Digital World’s jacket!!”

“Mine is Patamon-themed” Takeru commented, then looked at Hikari, “You made all of those, with details… All alone?”

“Oh I helped too” Tailmon started to brag, “I evolved into Angewomon and helped Hikari to knit. So they have an angel touch, haha~”

“Literally an angel touch… (dagya)” The digimon repeated together.

Rui also had one in his hands. It looked like Ukkomon, somehow. Hikari is really nice to give him something too, isn’t she? He kinda needed a little more color in his wardrobe… He had just started to wear some black-and-gray tones after the day he discovered Ukkomon had been hijacking his parents’ bodies (and possibly the rest of the people he had contact with?)… He kinda liked his usual outfit, but this was kinda giving him the will to risk changing a little.

So he put it around his neck. Somehow the colors were too bright for his dark clothes… But he was feeling happy with that humble present. He looked really funny and just felt like a tiny puppy with a new dog collar and wagging his tail happily.

The others just looked at him being more relaxed and comfortable, but Daisuke had to hold his laugh. Yeah, it was a little funny to him. And if he laughed now he could give the wrong message. But that made them all just feel the barrier between them and Rui had turned a little less thicker.

“I can’t use it right now, it will get dirty!!” Daisuke said, blushing, “B-But I will do it later!! And I won’t take it off ever again!”

“It will get stinky and we won’t let you approach us!” Patamon pouted.

“I… I will wash it though!!”

“You can’t wash it if you don’t take it off!”

“I didn’t mean literally not taking it off!!” Daisuke’s awkwardness increased. At least no one was paying attention to Rui feeling so warm and happy with those people taking him to eat ramen and giving him a gift!

More laughs.

“T-thank you…” it was interrupted by Rui simply thanking Hikari, “I… I appreciate it.”

“When Daisuke-kun said he wanted to gather everyone to try a new recipe, I decided to knit those. Now we all have matching scarves. Isn’t it fun?”

“This is the closest to having your crush give you a gift,” V-mon nodded sagely.

“HahahahaHA-- WHAT DO YA MEAN, V-MON!?” Daisuke panicked.

Daisuke-kun is acting weirdly… He probably likes her -- Rui thought. He wasn’t disappointed, but he was now frowning?

“I appreciate it as well, Hikari-chan” Ken thanked her, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, everyone here agrees, right?” Takeru smiled. Everyone agreed in a nod.

“Oh, there’s one more inside” Patamon noticed a 8th scarf in the backpack.

“This one is for Wallace,” Tailmon explained, “He’s part of our friend circle too, don’t forget it.”

“Wallace?” Ken and Rui asked.

“He’s a friend from America,” Hawkmon explained, “But uh… He tends to flirt with girls.”

“He was flirting with Miyako when we first met him,” Daisuke added with an annoyed tone.

“He what ?!” Ken gave Daisuke a legitimate ‘Kaiser-like’ look.

“I think now that you and Miyako-san are dating he would respect that” Iori tried to calm Ken down. He could present the sadistic Kaiser just by that reaction.

“Better he does,” Wormmon said, also sounding very… creepy?

Ichijouji-kun and Wormmon are scary… -- Rui gulped in silence. That murderous glare and the group trying to calm them down… Oh yeah.

“Anyway,” Daisuke slammed his hands on the other side of the counter, “Better you give me your notes. I need approval from this team here. And this includes you too, Rui.”

“... Ah, right… I think I liked it…?” 

“The flavors were well balanced,” Ken said nonchalantly, “and your presentation of it looks refined even if you’re just starting this business. And I think it would’ve been good if…”

They watched Ken just rambling about Daisuke’s ramen  like a legit restaurant reviewer and it made Rui quite impressed.

“... And serving it with a good shot of the client’s preferred drink could improve the experience.”

“Is… Is Ichijouji-kun a food critic…?”

“He tends to do those long reviews,” Tailmon shrugged, “You will get used to him.”

“Yeah, he’s a nerd” Daisuke rolled his eyes. Ken blushed out of embarrassment.

“But we love him so he’s our nerd!” Miyako added, and the blush in Ken intensified.

“Sooooo… Do y’all approve this one?”

“Yeah!/Yes!/Mhm!” They all said.

This group of people and their digimon seem so refreshing… Is this what friendship means? Is this… what having real friends means?

Rui felt his encounter with those people and digimon had helped him to start healing his heart. Somehow… He realized what Ukkomon had said back in time, on his 8th birthday.

The ‘friends’ Ukkomon couldn't bring that time… They weren’t his classmates.

It was those people. It was exactly this group of people, apparently.

He took the egg from his pocket and looked at it, with a calm and warm smile:

Thank you, Ukkomon. For leading me to them.

#digimon adventure 02 the beginning #ohwada lui #motomiya daisuke #ichijouji ken #inoue miyako #hida iori #takaishi takeru #yagami hikari #ni's digiheadcanons

[vampyrsutton]

GajeelXLevy~Bondage

Summary:

Levy wants to bring Gajeel's magic into the bedroom, but he still can't forgive himself for what he did to her. Levy has an alternative.

Ao3 Tags:

Bondage, Light Bondage, Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Kink Negotiation, Multiple Orgasms, post-sex cuddles, Banter, Alcohol, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Gajeel Redfox Has A Big Dick, Gajeel Redfox Has Genital Piercings, Gajeel Redfox Has A Tongue Piercing, Sassy Levy McGarden, Unsafe Sex, Vaginal Sex, Dragon Slayer Magic (Fairy Tail), inappropriate use of magic

“No.” Gajeel growls, glaring sternly down at his tiny mate. “I’m not doing it.”

“But, Gajeel-”

“No.” He repeats firmly, face contorting in pain. “You may have forgiven me for what I did to you, but I never will. I’m not using my magic to cuff you.”

Levy pouts at him before her face shifts to consideration, and finally, she smirks. “Who said I’d be the one cuffed?”

Gajeel blinks, trying to ignore how hot his ears feel. “What?”

“You don’t want to cuff me.” Levy starts, shrugging slightly. “Alright. I get that. It was a part of your character development you’d rather not relive. Fair enough.” There’s a mischief in her eyes that wasn’t there the first time his magic was involved with her. “But what if we cuff you instead?”

Gajeel doesn’t respond for several seconds before he promptly looks away to hide how flustered he is. “Can I ask what the hell brought up the sudden fascination in bringing my magic into the bedroom?”

“Well, Freed and I were talking about something he and Laxus did with his ru-” Levy starts only for Gajeel to cut her off.

“Nope. Nevermind. I don’t wanna know what Sparky and the Peppermint Twink get up to in their free time.” Gajeel decides, holding his hand up to silence her and glaring at the little smirk she gives him. “How do you two even get on these topics?”

Levy gives a mischievous little giggle as she takes his hand, giving him puppy dog eyes. “We were just bragging to each other about having the better strong, beefy Dragon Slayer.” She can barely make it through the sentence before she burst out laughing. “Okay, that is legitimately what we were doing, but it sounded so silly.”

Gajeel sighs, a part of him wondering what happened to the shy girl on the island even if he knows he wouldn’t trade her current snark and confidence for anything. “When did you become such a little gremlin?”

“That one is also on you.” She grins, swinging his hand a little now. 

A huff. “Yeah, I know.”

“You love it.” She smiles.

Gajeel glances around before looking at her softly. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

A pretty pink dusts over Levy’s cheeks as her thumb plays with one of his gloves. “When did you become so sweet?”

“That. ” He notices the corner they’re in is empty so he picks her up to kiss her face, giving one of his weird chuckles at her little squeal. “Is on you.”

“Nah.” Levy smiles, kissing his nose. “You did it all on your own. I just gave you the motivation.”

“That you did.” He smiles softly, touching their foreheads. “As long as it’s not you chained or anything though, it should be fine though.” He relents, chuckling as she gives a happy little cheer. 

“Yes! This weekend?” She asks, pleading eyes back in full force. 

"Yeah, that should be fine." Gajeel sighs before smirking and throwing her over his shoulder to earn another laugh as he starts marching towards a supply closet that's been basically condemned at this point due to how often people use it for this purpose. "In the meantime, let's prep a bit, shall we?"

"Gajeel!" She laughs with no effort to actually escape.

"Gihihi-what the-Salamander!"

"There goes another closet." Mirajane giggles as she pours Makarov another drink that he requests with a sigh.

"They do know we're running a magic guild, not a brothel, right?" He sighs, chugging his mug.

"Like you have any room to talk, Makarov." Mavis smiles mischievously as she appears next to him. "I'm fairly sure Ivan was conceived in that same closet of your building."

Cackling can be heard around the bar as both Makarov and Laxus spit out their drinks, looking at the founder in horror.

"First Master?!"

"Gramps?!"

Green eyes switch to the youngest Dreyar now giving the Lightning Dragon Slayer the urge to flee. "Pretty sure I caught you and your pretty little green-haired mate in there last week."

"Laxus!"

"Can it Gramps! You're not innocent!"

"Gajeel! Levy! Get out of the alcohol storage!"

"Oops? Did I start something?" Mavis giggles as the yelling seems to spur another fight around her.

Ah, just another day in Fairy Tail.

~~~

"Okay, cuffs?"

"Check!"

"Bolt cutters?"

"Check!"

"Stoplight system?"

"Yup!"

"Alright," Gajeel sighs as he finally allows himself to sit on the bed next to Levy. "I think we're ready."

"You sure you're still okay with this?" Levy checks, putting a hand on his cheek so he'll look at her.

"As long as you're not the one locked up, I should be fine." He nods, smiling at her as softly as his rough exterior will allow. "That's what the safe words are for if not."

"Also helps that you can just chew out of the cuffs." She giggles, leaning up to kiss him reassuringly. "Thank you, Gajeel."

"It'll taste like ass since it's mine, but yeah it helps." He sighs, kissing her back. "Anytime, Shorty."

She sticks her tongue out at the nickname before leaning forward to deepen the kiss.

Gajeel snickers as he pulls his tiny mate into his lap, letting her get used to having control of the situation as they move up the bed where they have the cuffs bolted to the wall. His lips tik up into a smirk when he feels Levy nip at his lips like he loves to do to her before she's pushing at his chest so he'll start leaning back until she's laying on top of him.

"Hi." She giggles as her hair frames their faces.

"Dork." Gajeel snorts, letting her move his hands up until they're cuffed above his head.

"That fine?" She checks as she runs her fingers between the cuffs and his wrists, frowning a bit before writing the word cotton so she can break some off to stuff in there as padding.

"Yeah, they're fine." He assures, pulling on them slightly to demonstrate. "I made them for me after all."

"I know, but it does anything but hurt to check." She shrugs. "That feel better?"

"It's my own iron so didn't really hurt, but I can feel it less yeah."

"Just don't want you to be uncomfortable." Levy nods before leaning back down to kiss him again.

"I know." He breathes, nipping at her lips now before gasping when she moves down to nip and suck at his neck. "Shit, Lev." He hisses through his teeth, groaning when she bites at him hard enough to definitely leave a mark. "Territorial little shit, aren't you?"

"Mine." She giggles, doing it a little lower on the other side now.

"No one would dare to question it." He laughs, his inner dragon practically purring at her actions.

"Just making sure." Levy smiles before moving again so she's still sitting on his chest and facing away from him so can start getting his pants off of him. "This worked up already?" She giggles when she frees his already half-hard cock.

"What can I say." He shrugs unapologetically with what little arm movement he has. "Confidence looks good on you."

She smiles back at him fondly, before moving her hair out of the way to start licking at the head.

Gajeel's hips jerk at the sudden action and his hands jolt to grab her hips, making him curse when he can't. He sees Levy tilt her head a little in the way she does when she's planning to be a little shit as she sways her hips to tempt him.  Little shit.

"Come on, Gajeel." Levy giggles as she scoots her hips back a little so she's just out of reach of his face and oh the little minx has a plug in with a gem the same color as his eyes. "What are you waiting for?"

"Starting already, huh?" Gajeel huffs before smirking when she's still at least close enough for him to lift his head and bite her ass cheek to get a cute little yelp out of her. "Two can play that game."

She looks back at him with a pout before huffing and taking half of him in her mouth in retaliation, tonguing the slit and hollowing her cheeks as she starts blowing him.

Gajeel throws his head back in a curse, muscles tensing to not thrust into the warm heat enveloping his cock, and groans when he feels spit trailing down his length before a small hand joins the mix.

"Shit, Levy!" Gajeel growls, groaning low in his throat her other hand moves down to play with his balls. This specific position was probably exactly what she had planned since the beginning, she can just never admit when she wants to be on top for some reason. He could admit, he could understand the appeal from a few adventures with rope or scarves and things she could easily get out of, but being on the other side of things was driving him mad. As he feels the pierced head of his cock nudge the back of her throat and her tongue play with the barbells along the underside, he wants nothing more than to grab her by the hips and sit her on his face, but he can't and he lets out a frustrated growl in response.

What is the point of her pussy being right fucking there if he can't bury his face in it?

"Get your ass back here already!" He snarls, pulling against his restraints now.

Levy hollows her cheeks as she pulls off with a pop before casting a little smirk over her shoulder. "I was trying to let you feel good first." She hums, acting like she's stretching when they both know she's just arching her back to stick her ass out more. 

"Fuck that, this was your thing so get that pussy on my face so I can tongue fuck it. I'm supposed to be giving up control like this, right?" He glares, making a show of pulling at the cuffs that he could easily break since they were his own metal. 

"Technically yeah." She nods, turning back around to face him now. 

"Then act like it. My face has more than enough metal in it so use it." He hopes his hands being above his head hide how red his ears are at the plea. 

Levy's eyes sparkle as her smirk turns downright devilish while she crawls up his body until she's hovering over his face. "Like this?" 

"Gods yes." Gajeel groans as he admires her already glistening pussy. He plans to have it dripping soon. 

"Well if you insist." She sighs as though it's some inconvenience as she lowers herself onto his face and immediately moans when he gets right to work. "Gajeel!" 

Gajeel wastes no time licking all the way up her lips, sucking her clit into his mouth to hear her whine before popping off to dip his tongue inside of her and groaning at the taste. He could stay here all day if she let him and her reaction to his tongue piercing against her g-spot only confirmed it. 

"Ga-Gajeel~!" Levy moans, grinding herself against his face and whining when his nose rubs her clit just right. 

He smirks when he soon feels her thighs start shaking and runs his piercing over her clit before sucking hard. He's quite proud of how fast he gets her to the edge and takes great pleasure sucking and licking at her as she grips his wild mane of hair, trembling. 

"Gajeel! Gajeel! Shit! Close, so close! Gajeel!" She squirms before screaming when his tongue darts down to push and play with the plug sitting in her ass and she finally cums hard on his face. 

Gajeel smirks, licking up any bit of her orgasm he can get his tongue on, and snickering when she soon has to scramble away, whining about it being too much. 

"We could test that." He teases with a fanged grin and laughs when she just bats at his shoulder. 

"Menace." Levy hisses before reaching back behind her and smirking when he chokes on his laugh and groans from her stroking him. "Let's see how you last inside, hm?"

"Yes, you are." Gajeel groans, a gasp escaping him as he feels her tight entrance at his head. "You're gonna kill me, aren't yOU! Fuck!" He roars when she starts sinking down on him. 

"Now why- mnnn big-why would I do that?" She pouts despite the teasing look in her eyes. "You're much more useful to me alive."

Gajeel would roll his eyes if they weren't currently screwed shut in his effort to not thrust up into her and possibly hurt her. "Yeah yeah ye-shit!" He groans.

By the time Levy has him seated inside to the hilt, she's panting heavily and shaking, having not given herself time to come down from the last orgasm before deciding to impale herself and fuck he was big.

"Levy…" Gajeel groans, muscles tense with the effort to not move. "Please…"

Levy whimpers, but starts pulling herself back up once she's ready before dropping back down with a loud moan.

"Solid Script…" She mumbles, Gajeel's eyes shooting up to her as she writes something in the air above his thighs

"Lev…?" He starts to question.

"Iron." She finishes, smirking as two, curved pieces of metal appear to make sure he can't move his lower body and take control of the pace.

"What the-FUCK!" Gajeel roars when she plants her hands on either iron arch to lift herself up and starts bouncing herself on his cock with drawn-out moans. 

"Mnnn~ Gajeel! Big, ahhh~ Your piercings! So good! Feel so good!" She moans as she rides him at whatever pace she pleases, whimpering when a piercing rubs her just right. "Gods, so good!"

Gajeel growls, thighs flexing as he tries to lift them to get the leverage to fuck up into her, but her iron had apparently gotten heavier and with the location, he couldn't even find the leverage to move them let alone fuck her. 

"Levy!" He roars as she squeezes around him, head thrown back and muscles trembling with the effort to keep from cumming. "Dammit! Fuck it, let me go! Let me fuck you! Wanna make a mess of that pretty little pussy. Make you scream on my cock. Fuck, let me out!" He rambles, as close to pleading as he's going to get. 

"Not without a safe word." Levy quips with a gasp, grinding her clit against his pubic piercing and moaning at the feeling. "Shit, Gajeel." 

Gajeel just growls, having no choice but to accept the fate of being used until she says so, and throws his head back in frustration. "Levy~" He groans.

Levy chooses to torture him just a little bit more as she reaches back to play with his balls and watches him struggle once more. 

This, apparently proves to be too much, as with the addition of the stimulation to his balls, Gajeel arches best he can as he cums hard inside Levy, practically roaring as he clenches around him to milk him dry while she continues to ride him. 

He winces as he keeps going, starting to inch towards overly sensitive, but, thankfully, she's not too far behind as she spasms around him with a cry. 

They take a second to catch their breath before Levy grabs the bolt cutters to get him away from the wall so he can otherwise chew himself free.

"Still say a key would have been easier." She pants as she moves off of him so he can pick up and eat the iron holding his legs.

"Too complicated." Gajeel mumbles around the metal in his mouth. "Fuck, yours is always the best." He grins, taking another bite.

"I'll take your word for it." Levy laughs, giggling when he moves the pieces off the bed for later to pull her close.

"It's good." He insists, burying his face in fluffy blue hair. "Have your fun?"

"Mhm." She nods, tucking her head under his chin for cuddles. "Thank you."

"Was kind of fun." He shrugs before frowning. "Hey, Lev?"

"Mhm?" Levy hums sleepily.

"Did you remember the condom this time?"

"…Oh, gods dammit!"

#gajevy #gajeel x levy #gajeel redfox #levy mcgarden #fairy tail #smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022

[feyhunter78]

The Dowager Queen (4/?)

Description: Rhaenyra shares the news of her marriage to Harwin with Alicent, and both women spend time with their firstborns

Previous chapter, next chapter

“I wish to marry Harwin, what do you think?” Rhaenyra asked, not even glancing up from the reports in front of her.

Alicent paused in her perusing of the smallfolk requests and looked at Rhaenyra. “Beg pardon?”

“I wish to marry Harwin. To legitimize my children.” Rhaenyra said, setting down her quill and meeting Alicent’s eyes.

“So Harwin truly is their father.” She said carefully, unsure if she wished to hear the truth or not.

“He is the father of the child I now carry.” Rhaenyra said, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

“You are with child?” Alicent asked, excitement rushing through her veins.

Rhaenyra nodded, breaking into a full smile. “I am, and this one will surely be a girl.”

Alicent settled her excitement, remembering that she is Hand of the Queen now, no longer just her companion. “If you are with Sir Harwin’s child, then it would be prudent to marry him quickly. I can speak with the kitchen staff and see if they can plan—”

“It has already been done. Before the Godswood, last night. I wished you to be the first to know.”

Alicent could’ve fainted. “Rhaenyra, you must come to me before such rash actions, I am your hand, this is information it is imperative I am aware of.”

Rhaenyra reached across the table and took her hand. “I am sorry, Alicent, it was a moment of passion, and…love.”

For a moment, Alicent’s mind-eye flickered to Sir Criston. How he had walked with her around the room as she labored, and how he comforted her after every act of violation made by Viserys, after every painful birth, how he had held her as she sobbed over Viserys’ corpse.

“Do not be angry with me, my dearest friend. If it truly is a girl, then I shall take your name as her middle name.”

Alicent squeezed Rhaenyra’s hand. “I would be honored, but you still must promise me you will make no other rash decisions without first informing me.”

“I promise.”

Alicent stood behind Aegon, a bottle of sweet scented oil on the vanity. She poured a small amount into her palm, then began to apply it to his wet hair, taking care not to tug or pull his locks on accident.

She could feel his eyes on her, watching as she followed the same steps she took every night with her own hair, applying them to his.

They had spent more time together as of late. Helaena was often with her betrothed, and Aemond took to the skies with Lucerys whenever they both had a free moment. It reminded her of how it was before, when it was only her and Aegon.

“Mother?” He asked quietly, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. They looked so much like Rhaenyra’s, a thought that used to haunt her, but now brought a smile to her face. Perhaps one day her children would no longer be compared to Viserys, they would instead be praised for their closeness in appearance to their sister.

“Yes, Aegon?” She paused in her scrunching of his hair, an act meant to coax his curls back to life.

“What am I to do now? I am not heir, nor am I a great warrior.” His cheeks tinted pink, and he dropped his gaze. “I have heard the whispers, the people think I am a wastrel, a nuisance.”

A pang in her chest. “My son…”

He shook his head. “I am not asking for pity.”

She put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed them lightly. “There are many things you might still become. You are still young.”

“Rhaenyra became heir when she five and ten, I am nearly four and ten.” He protested; his shoulders slumped.

Alicent gently urged him to turn and face him, kneeling so that she could look into his downcast eyes. “Rhaenyra was your father’s only child, she had no other destiny, but you—you have endless possibilities before you.”

“Such as what?” He mumbled, still not meeting her eyes.

She sat back on her heels. It had been many years since her mind had deigned to imagine what her firstborn might be besides heir and king.

“See, even you, my mother, believes I am useless.”

She cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. “You are not useless, you are my son, and that is enough.”

Aegon blinked his tears back rapidly, his lower lip trembling.

“If you wish to stay beside me for the rest of your life you may, if you wish to travel the realm on Sunfyre you may, but I still see greatness in you Aegon, even if no one else does.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Tears fell from his lashes and his jaw worked as he tried to speak. Finally, his words came out, his voice thick with tears. “What did you wish for me to be, when you first looked upon me?”

Alicent thought for a moment, searching her memory. “I wished for nothing but your health when I first looked upon you, but as you grew, many complimented me on your charm. No one could deny you anything when you smiled at them.”

“Except father.” He said, so softly, she wondered if it was meant for her to hear.

“I thought that perhaps with some training—some additional instruction, you would make a fine diplomat.” Of course, she had thought this less as the reports of his lecherous behavior began to roll in, and she watched his charm turn into coercion.

“A diplomat?” He echoed, an intrigued look in his eyes.

She nodded. “Yes, perhaps you could ask Lord Dumont to tell you of his duties and adventures. See if it might be something you would enjoy?”

He smiled, that small but bright smile that she loved so dearly. “Would I be able to travel on Sunfyre or would I have to ride in a carriage?”

“That is a question better suited for Lord Dumont and your sister.” She laughed softly, before she stood and motioned for him to turn once more. “Now, let me finish your hair.”

“Why can I not marry Helaena now?”

Rhaenyra massaged her temples, heaving a tired but amused sigh at her eldest son’s question. Jacaerys had been asking if he could marry Helaena sooner than his ten and fifth nameday for a week now.

“My love, where is this urgency coming from?” She asked, shooting Harwin a glare when he chuckled at their son’s request.

Jacaerys looked down at his feet. “Helaena is so pretty, and the others have begun to take notice.”

Harwin chuckled again and ruffled Jacaerys’ hair as he walked by to hang up his cloak. “My son, do you fear someone will steal Helaena away from you?”

“No—well…yes.” Jacaerys admitted, his face a bright red.

“Has she expressed any interest in these others?” Rhaenyra asked calmly, her heart hurting for her son. It pained her to see him so unsure of himself.

“Not that I have seen.” He said, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves.

“Would you like me to ask her about it?” She asked with a playful smile on her lips.

“No!” He said quickly, head shooting up.

Harwin wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. “Stop teasing the poor boy, Nyra.” He gave Jacaerys a soft smile. “Son, if you fear you will lose Helaena then you must give her a reason to keep you by her side.”

“That is why I wish to marry her.”

Harwin shook his head. “You cannot trap a lady in a marriage, that will not encourage love, but resentment.”

Jacaerys’ shoulders slumped, and he trudged up to them, wrapping his small arms around as much of them as he could. “What can I do then?”

They both placed a hand on his back, smiling at each other.

“Why not give her a gift, something she will treasure?” She suggested, running her free hand through his curls.

“More bugs?” He asked hopefully.

“Gods, that little girl is odd.” Harwin muttered, making Rhaenyra laugh.

“I think you have given her enough bugs, my love.” She said fondly.

“All women love jewelry, why not go with Aemond and see if he can help you find something?” Harwin said.

Jacaerys perked up. “Aemond knows Helaena’s likings very well and has recently talked of a bookseller in the market he wishes to visit.”

“See, a simple solution to your troubles, no need for a marriage to be held quite yet.” She smiled, bending down to kiss his forehead before he darted out the door.

“And bring your brother, and a guard.” She called after him, getting a yelled back affirmation from her sprinting son.

“If he is like this now, imagine how much worse he will be when they do marry.” Harwin said, shaking his head in fond exasperation.

“Perhaps he will calm as he ages.” She hummed, tilting her head back as Harwin kissed down the smooth skin of her throat.

“I doubt it.” He snorted.

“And why is that?” She asked, breath hitching when he nipped at her pulse point.

“I never did.”

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[belicioustummy]

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A KINK FIC. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

Steve has a big dinner, then gets treated to dessert.

Steve had been excited and a little nervous to hear that a popular food truck that usually stuck around the neighboring counties was coming to town. He’d heard the truck sold Korean corn dogs, and he was interested in seeing how they tasted. It was going to set up near where B.igtop B.urger had its last stop of the day. Luckily, it would only begin its hours after Steve’s truck closed. This also meant he could get some of their food for dinner!

The woman who took his order looked like she didn’t know what to make of him, but that was okay- he was used to it. She was still polite, and brightened when her coworker recognized him as “the B.igtop B.urger guy”. After that, she didn’t seem as cautious over him, and even told him she thought the clown makeup was cool. In Steve’s case, of course, it wasn’t makeup, but he was happy to hear it anyway. He tipped generously and went to enjoy his meal.

He’d ordered a “half-and-half dog”, which was mozzarella on top and hot dog on the bottom. The price had been worth it, as the corn dog was huge. It had been battered, coated in crumbly panko, fried, then sprinkled with sugar and drizzled with ketchup and mustard. It almost looked too good to eat, but the smell was too good to resist. He bit into the top and his eyes went wide. The combination of the sweet, salty, and savory mixed wonderfully with the initial crunch of the fried shell and the soft texture of the cheese underneath. It was scrumptious!!! Unfortunately, it was also very hot. 

Having narrowly avoided burning his mouth, Steve decided to let it cool for a minute and start on his fries. They were crisp and salty, slightly above average but not outshining the main course. Once he was through with half, he went back to the corn dog. It had cooled enough so he could eat it, but the mozzarella was still nice and warm. It was so good, he was almost disappointed when he reached the half with the hot dog. Fortunately, that was also delicious, especially in combination with the rest of it. Though it was still salty and savory, the new taste was just what he needed. He closed his eyes as he ate. These were definitely people who respected the art of the food truck.

By the time he’d finished his meal, the streetlight by the truck had turned on. Steve patted his stomach happily. It had been a great dinner, and quite filling as well. He was ready to go back to his own truck and relax.

A familiar-looking shadow loomed over him. Steve didn’t look up, pretending not to notice.

“Well, look who it is. You scoping out the competition, Steve?” A wiry figure climbed over the back of the bench he was sitting on. He proceeded to lean in so close to Steve’s face, his nose was practically touching his cheek. Without even turning to face him, Steve could hear the grin in his voice. “You- you trying to make me jealous?”

“Hello, C.esare,” Steve said, still not looking at him. Though technically the eccentric zombie was still his arch-rival, the coldness was really just for show. It was a game they played, and he could tell C.esare was loving it.

“You’re wasting your time, Stevey baby. Nobody can make bad food the way Zomburger can.” Somehow, this was a legitimate point of pride for C.esare. It was strange, but Steve had gotten used to it. “Face it- we’ll be locked in battle until the end of time, you lightly peppered tomato slice.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Steve said. He actually allowed himself a smile after that one. C.esare could fluster him easily, and it was a rare occasion he had a good comeback.

C.esare laughed. “Why don’t you let me take you out for dessert?”

Steve was already pretty full from dinner, but dessert sounded nice, and so did more time with C.esare. “All right.”

C.esare grabbed his hand, and before Steve knew it they were at a small, fancy-looking restaurant. It was possibly too fancy. Steve was sure his hands were sweating.

“I… think I’m underdressed,” he muttered, looking down at his puffer jacket and faded black jeans.

“Come on, Steve, you look great in anything,” C.esare said. “Besides, we both look weird, so nobody’s going to worry about what you’re wearing.” The implication was that people were still going to judge them, but Steve still felt a bit better.

“… think they’ll let me keep my coat on?”

“Of course!”

The restaurant wasn’t actually as intimidating as it had seemed on the outside. They did get some funny looks, but the waiter didn’t miss a beat when taking their order. Since the restaurant was fairly busy, it would be a bit of a wait, but they had some wine to start out with.

“You’re sure you don’t mind paying?” Steve asked.

“I hit you into the underground with a giant hammer, Steve. The least I can do is treat you occasionally,” C.esare said. “If you’re really that worried about it, give me a couple bites of your dessert and we’ll call it square. Cin cin.” He raised his glass.

“All right. Cheers, then!” And they clinked their glasses together.

The desserts arrived. Steve had ordered a crème brûlée, and C.esare had chosen a flourless chocolate cake, which judging from the look on his face was larger than he’d expected.

“Steve,” he whispered loudly. “You’re gonna help me finish this, right?”

“We’ll see,” said Steve, using his spoon to crack the caramelized sugar on top of his dessert. He had a very vague memory of a dish similar to this at some sort of banquet, millions of years ago… but that was in the past. The taste of it had been long since forgotten, and this new variation was in front of him now, so he would live in the moment. He scooped up a bit of the custard. Once it reached his mouth, the crunch of the top layer plus the soft, creamy vanilla part underneath made him immediately want more of the sweet dessert. 

Meanwhile, C.esare had cut his cake in half and eaten a bit of one of the pieces. With an encouraging nod from Steve, he took a bit of the crème brûlée too. Judging by his pleased reaction, and his eagerness to take another spoonful after he finished the first, he liked it as much as Steve did. He left it alone to work on the cake after that, so Steve had the rest all to himself. It was a fair-sized dessert. It was also very easy to eat. Before he knew it, the dish was empty. His stomach, on the other hand, was not. He was stuffed to the point where he could feel the button on his pants digging into his waist a bit. He looked to C.esare to see if he was ready to go. 

Half of the cake sat uneaten in front of him. Steve’s face set with the grim determination of a clown on a mission.

C.esare didn’t bother holding back a laugh. “You look so serious,” he said, picking up Steve’s dish and setting it aside. “Sure you’re up for a bit more?”

The innocent question was a challenge, and Steve knew it. He nodded, taking the slice.

The first bite almost made him forget about the uncomfortable tightness of his waistband. The chocolate was a bit less sweet than the vanilla custard, but it was a welcome change. Since it was a flourless cake, it had a consistency closer to fudge that was satisfying to cut and bite through. It was so good, he could hardly wait to take another bite. The second he did, his belly grumbled in protest. He suddenly felt aware of exactly how much he’d eaten- but he wasn’t about to give up when he was so close. He ignored his stomach’s complaining and kept going. 

As he got nearer to finishing, something troubling occurred to him. What if the button on his jeans couldn’t take the strain? He was reasonably sure it would hold, but the thought made him pause briefly. There were just a couple bites left, though, so he would see it through to the end. 

When he had swallowed the last one, he leaned back in his chair and let out a deep sigh. He felt huge and heavy, his tummy packed full to the brim. C.esare covered the bill, as promised, then turned to him.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Yes, please.”

It had cooled down considerably outside. Steve stretched and his t-shirt rode up his belly. The slight breeze made his exposed skin a little chilly. He caught C.esare blatantly staring and smiled in spite of himself.

“Enjoying yourself, I see,” he teased.

“It’s a nice view,” replied C.esare, sticking his tongue out at him. “I can’t help that I have amazing taste in men.”

Steve laughed and took C.esare’s hand. They made their way to his food truck- usually, they’d go to C.esare’s place, but Steve didn’t want to risk getting nauseous from walking down the ridiculous amount of stairs that led there. 

The truck wasn’t a home in a traditional sense, but they could be alone together in the back. That was what mattered. Steve had a deflated air mattress that he hardly ever used tucked away under the driver’s seat, along with a blanket. C.esare voiced his concerns about how long it would take to get it to proper mattress size, but he didn’t have to worry. Steve unbuttoned his jeans to give his stomach some room, which required him to suck in his gut a bit. He had a bit of trouble doing so, due to it having less give to it than usual, but he managed. Then he took a huge breath and blew. He did this several times to fill the mattress, which took considerably less time than it would have for someone with normal lung capacity. Clowns like him excelled at that sort of thing. Even so, he was a bit winded. He sat down, and C.esare joined him.

“You are such a freak,” he said affectionately, patting his cheek. “I don’t know how you do half the dumbass cartoon hijinks you pull.”

“Hm. I wonder why you’re always showing up wherever I go, then?”

He grinned. “I never said I didn’t like ‘em. But I’m warning you, that stays strictly between us.”

“Whatever you say.” Steve pressed his nose against C.esare’s, and it made a soft honking noise. Their stomachs brushed against each other as he did. C.esare took this as his cue to put his hands against it, which Steve didn’t mind in the slightest. Despite C.esare’s brash and audacious personality, he could be quite gentle. When Steve had brought it up before, he’d mumbled something about being used to working with his hands, a little color rising in his cheeks. Now, as he lifted Steve’s shirt and rubbed the marks where his waistband had pressed into his skin, Steve closed his eyes blissfully. He could already feel the slight soreness beginning to subside. A soft, content sigh escaped his lips.

“You’re so full, baby,” C.esare said, just barely above a whisper. He stroked his fat, hairy belly, which was almost taut from everything he’d just eaten. Now that it wasn’t constrained, the sheer size of it was clear- the meal plus two desserts had been a lot even by his own standards. He silently enjoyed the attention, loving how cool C.esare’s fingers felt against his warm skin.   

His stomach was less quiet. Steve wasn’t quite sure if C.esare could hear it grumbling the way he could. When he burped suddenly, though, that was definitely audible.

“‘Scuse me,” he mumbled, a bit embarrassed. C.esare smirked at him, though not unkindly- it was the sort of expression he got when he was plotting something. The next thing Steve knew, C.esare was pressing kisses into his neck, his hand underneath his shirt just below his chest.

“Pretty boy clown,” he said between kisses. “You big silly goofy bastard. Who let you be this delicious?” Steve could only manage giggles in response. C.esare’s long eyelashes were brushing against his chin, and they tickled.

“If I didn’t know better,” Steve said as C.esare continued to run his fingers over his tummy, “I’d say you didn’t finish your dessert just so you could have an excuse to do this.”

C.esare considered this. “I mean, it’s a perk, sure. But if I did eat it all, you would’ve had to carry me back here…”

Steve gave his rival’s slim stomach a little pat. “I’m teasing. You’ve got a good appetite, considering you’re dead.”

“Undead,” C.esare corrected him, draping an arm around his shoulders. “Speaking of appetites, though, would yyyyyou maybe be up for doing this again soon? Say, next week?”

It was less rare than usual for C.esare to ask him to spend time together. When they’d started seeing each other outside of work, he’d just show up and they’d go from there, but lately they had gotten close enough to ask each other out. Even so, C.esare saying outright he wanted to still felt special, even a little vulnerable. Steve kissed him on the cheek.

“That sounds wonderful.”

#belly kink #stuffing #b.igtop burger #s.teve #c.esare #s.teve has a generic enough name that I didn’t bother censoring it but I’m not taking any chances with c.esare #beliciouswrites

[resedacitrus]

daniel larusso is not the real villain of the karate kid movies and here's why: a mega post because quite frankly, i am tired

fair warning, this is long and brings up some pretty self-explanatory points. nonetheless, i need to say these things because i have been in daniel's position multiple times and it drives me nuts when people say he somehow deserved what the cobras did to him! i'm well aware how dramatic i'm probably being but i honestly don't care. so happy reading!!!

before i start rambling, i just want to say something: i know the original "daniel is the real bully" video is a joke, and this is not about that nor is it about the people who jokingly use that phrase. this is for the obnoxious people who legitimately believe daniel is at fault for what he went through. also, i know johnny and the cobras were being terribly misled by kreese at this time! that doesn't justify their actions, rather it explains them.

1. the beach fight was JOHNNY'S fault, not daniel's!

daniel had been in california for a day. A DAY. when he met ali at the beach party, he knew absolutely NOTHING about her other than the fact that she was pretty and he wanted to pursue her. he didn't even know her name for crying out loud, how was he supposed to know her dating history?

johnny was the one who was territorial and jealous. johnny was the one who flew into a rage when he saw ali being happy with someone else. that's not to invalidate the heartbreak he felt and was still processing after ali dumped him, because those emotions were 100% real! (and not to mention, kreese was misleading him SEVERELY at this time) but johnny was the one who consciously chose to stir up trouble with ali and disrespect the clear boundary she had set.

daniel was nothing more than a bystander. he saw this nice sweet girl he liked being messed with and his first instinct was to help her. that's pretty gentlemanly if you ask me, and i'd hope a guy would help me out if i was being hassled by my angry ex. he didn't want trouble, he just wanted to diffuse the situation. he approached things calmly and nicely and JOHNNY was the one who decided to get physical. if daniel hadn't helped ali, and he'd just stood there, people would say he "had no balls" and he let ali get pushed around. but when he helps her, he "shouldn't have gotten involved". daniel didn't know who johnny was, or what johnny was capable of. all he saw was a bad situation and he wanted to help.

oh and one more thing, after daniel sucker-punches johnny, you can see him holding his fist but he also has a hand out for a shake whilst saying "ok man, now we're even!" daniel didn't want a rivalry. johnny did. daniel was simply defending ali and then himself. you're telling me you wouldn't fight back if some random guy was beating up on you? ok...sure...

2. the soccer tryouts incident with bobby...again, NOT daniel's fault!

how people manage to blame daniel for this one is laughable and embarrassing to me honestly. daniel was simply minding his own business, playing soccer and waiting to try out for the team. he probably saw soccer as an opportunity for him to find his place. as someone who has struggled to fit in and make friends for years, i totally get where he was at in this scene.

ali comes up and initiates a conversation with him and he smiles, despite having just gotten the crap beat out of him the previous night for interacting with her. he didn't want trouble, he just wanted to find connections with people.

it's JOHNNY AND THE COBRAS who ganged up on daniel. they were the ones who plotted against him. they were the ones who sent little hand signals to each other. daniel was in his own little world, kicking the ball around and not bothering anyone. BOBBY was the one who came after him, as we hear daniel loudly shout to the soccer coach.

"but daniel shouldn't have tackled and punched bobby!" nope. don't wanna hear it. if bobby didn't wanna get tackled and socked in the face, maybe he should have left well enough alone. if bobby didn't want daniel getting angry and fighting back, he should have left daniel alone. he picked the wrong hothead to mess with. again, daniel had every right to defend himself. if he hadn't, everyone would call him a pansy and make fun of him even more. the kid can't win!

this is why bullying victims don't speak up 🙈

3. the bike accident

do i even need to go into detail for this one? the cobras were 100% to blame here yet again. daniel was minding his own beeswax and they decided it would be appropriate to push him down a hill on his bike??? come on you snakes, give it a rest! daniel could have been severely injured here if not dead and i don't think anyone really acknowledges how scary that truly is.

let's put it in context: johnny and his gang were doing this to daniel over a girl. a girl! is a high school girlfriend really worth someone's safety and life? i don't think so!

4. the halloween fight. oh Lord.

this one is perhaps the most controversial since daniel did have a bit of a fault here. let me explain.

up to this point, and after the bike incident, the cobras had been leaving daniel alone. granted, daniel had been fleeing the scene any time he saw them and he avoided ali like the plague because he didn't want himself beaten up, but they really didn't bother him too much.

so i get it when people say daniel shouldn't have pulled the water prank. i really do.

but, think about it. wet clothes and hair and a ruined joint (all very fixable things!) are nothing compared to the amount of bruises, bleeding and torment the cobras had given daniel up to this point. the memories of this torture aren't exactly the easiest to get rid of, and you can't just dry them off with a towel. water is harmless. being beaten and bullied over a girl isn't.

daniel should have considered the outcomes before he did it, and i think one of his flaws is definitely his impulsiveness, but he had a right to give johnny a taste of his own medicine. even then, what he did to johnny isn't even an iota of what johnny did to him! so was medicine even served?

johnny flew into a murderous rage all over a harmless prank. johnny could have killed daniel that night and the producers confirmed that. if it weren't for mr. miyagi, daniel would have been dead or severely hurt and the cobras would have been facing charges. serious ones, at that. all over jealousy and over-protectiveness for a girl who didn't belong to them.

sure, daniel should have stayed away from johnny. he knew what johnny and the guys were capable of, and he wasn't stupid. he knew the potential risks. but johnny had no business overreacting the way he did. it was water, johnny. the kid didn't murder your family (or anything else that would warrant that type of reaction).

that's all i have to say, i think. in conclusion, yes daniel was a little punk. yes he was impulsive and it got him into trouble. however, johnny was the clear perpetrator here and none of what he did to daniel should ever be justified. 😁

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