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twiceinadream · 1 year ago

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“I Want You.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Alpha! S/O is an up-in-coming Rookie artist who meets Omega! Sana at the after party…things get interesting from there.

a/u: Hey, everyone! I’m back again and I finally have my first Omegaverse fic for the first time in forever. I hope you all enjoy and I just want to thank you all for the continued love and support. I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 4.1k

The venue was nice, more extravagant than you had been expecting, but it was a nice surprise nonetheless. This was a big deal for you, this had finally been the big break you had been waiting for your entire career. But all you could focus on was the Omega sitting - strangely - by herself at the bar.

Don’t get it wrong, you were completely and utterly respectful of all people at any given moment and time, but there was just something about her that made you want to abandon all your morals and take a leap of faith.

You made your way towards the bar, in your opinion, everything about the Omega was breathtaking. Her dress was a mix of blues and greens, that had flowers patterned within, it exposed her shoulders and dipped devilishly at her cleavage, and the slit that ran up her thigh would have made your eyes wander if you didn’t have any self-restraint.

It also didn’t help that the woman was: Minatozaki Sana, a longtime crush of yours. Before you knew it, you were beside her, all your Alpha confidence and vibrato seemed to evade you as you cleared your throat. Sana looked up from the glass of wine she had been nursing since the beginning of the evening to take in the stranger before her, “Is this seat taken?” The question was simple but you felt like she could practically smell how nervous you were, since your scent was coming off like a scared pup.

“No, all yours.” The idol’s eyes trailed over you, studying you, as realization filled her. “You’re L/N Y/N, I watched your performance, it was quite the show. Very impressive.”

You felt like you choked on air as your eyes widened and you fought the feeling of your jaw dropping, “Wow, you actually know my name.”

Sana giggled and you knew you wanted to hear that sound for the rest of your life, “Of course, I do. You won ‘Rookie of the Year’, that’s all anyone can talk about, you’re a pretty big deal.”

“Well that’s extremely high praise especially coming from someone like you. You’re part of Twice, you just debuted in Japan with MISAMO, and your stage presence is unreal! The passion and talent you exude is extraordinary and…” You suddenly cut yourself off as you looked shy, “I’m sorry, I’m totally gushing over you. I really admire your work and it’s such an honor to meet you. Nonetheless, you know who I am.”

The Omega smiled kindly as she placed a hand on your forearm, “Well I appreciate your kind words. Would you like to join me for the rest of the evening, these things can get quite boring without the right company.”

You smiled, your Alpha confidence filling you once more, “The pleasure would be all mine.”

Suddenly the bartender appeared before you, “What can I get for you?”

You looked over to what your new companion for the evening was drinking, “I’ll have what she’s having and refresh her glass as well please.”

“Right away.” The bartender quickly poured you a glass as they refilled the brunette’s before leaving to tend to the other guests.

You took a sip of the wine before scrunching your nose slightly, Sana couldn’t help but giggle at your reaction, “If you’re not a fan of wine, why’d you get what I was having?”

You laughed bashfully, “I wanted to sound romantic. Wait! Um, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like…”

Sana held up a hand, “Please continue.” The brunette leaned forward, giving you quite an eyeful of her breasts, “I’m very interested in what you’re offering, Alpha.” Her voice was sultry and you felt your alpha-hood stir to life in your pants. The music of the party began to pick up as the lights dimmed, “Join me?”

The Omega held out her hand as you took it immediately, “Of course.”

The music was pounding as one thing led to another and Sana was grinding on you. The smell of you and Sana was slightly heavy in the air as there was an undeniable spark between the two of you. Your hands found their way to the Omega’s waist as no room was left in between you.

Sana pulled you close as she whispered in your ear, “Let's get out of here, my room isn’t too far.”

You were practically beaming, “Lead the way.”

You both giggled like teenagers sneaking off for the first time, Sana held your hand tightly as she pulled you towards her room. As soon as you got in front of it the Omega began fishing for her room key in her bag, but you didn’t make it any easier on her as you began kissing her neck as your hands roamed her sides. Your senses filled with the scent of a needy Omega as your teeth scraped where a mating bite could be placed, causing Sana to groan as she finally found her room key and swiped it against the scanner as the two of you pushed your way in.

You both laughed lightly as you kicked the door shut and brought the Japanese woman into another kiss. This time, you allowed yourselves to get lost in it as you swiped your tongue along Sana’s lower lip asking for permission before slipping your tongue into the brunette’s mouth. You had turned so that the Omega had her back to the door, which was perfect as you pushed her slightly into it. You made sure that your hand was behind her head to cushion the impact as you moved in to kiss her again but stopped right before your lips could meet and pulled away.

A smug smirk adorned your face as Sana’s chest heaved, her eyes dilating with lust as she chased after you as you walked further into the room. Her lips were slightly swollen from your rough kisses as she pulled you back towards her and repeated your move back. She pulled you in so that your lips were a breath away from a kiss before pushing you back on the bed.

You quickly rose to a sitting position as Sana stood before you, your hands found their way to the Omega’s hips once more as you stood up to reach behind the Japanese woman to grasp the zipper at the back. “May I?”

Sana smiled at the politeness, “Please do.”

You smiled as you brought the zipper down the sinfully tight dress that hugged the Omega in all the right places. Sana helped by shoving the dress down leaving her exposed in her white lace underwear. You felt your mouth go dry as all your blood seemed to pool between your legs as you felt your alpha-hood harden. You walked Sana back till she was once again against a wall and dipped your head down to capture her lips.

Your hands wandered up as you finally moved to cup the Omega’s breasts. They were just as soft yet as firm as they looked as you kneaded her breasts. Her tits fit perfectly in your hands as Sana moaned aloud as you continued to toy with her chest. Trailing kisses and sucking a few hickies into the idol’s neck, you reached behind her as you slipped your index finger behind her bra clasp and pushed it against your middle finger, quickly unhooking it.

Sana’s eyes widened as you chuckled against her neck, “What can I say. I’m full of surprises.” The cocky smirk was not lost on the brunette as she let her bra fall, revealing her bare chest. In an instant, your hands were once again kneading the flesh like dough as the Omega moaned aloud. You smirked as you bent down to take a nipple into your mouth. your teeth grazed against the bud as your other hand pinched and pulled its twin before switching and doing the same to the other.

The brunette felt like her white panties were probably see through with how wet she felt. Her body was buzzing with sensations as you played her like a finely tuned instrument, knowing exactly where to touch her to make her go wild. After a particularly rough tug at her nipple, Sana pushed you away as a seductive smirk adorned her face. She made you sit back on the edge of the bed as she sank to her knees in between your parted legs.

You sucked in a nervous breath as the pressure in your lower belly threatened to burst as Sana reached for your belt. You were harder than you had ever been in your life as the Omega unbuckled your belt and unbuttoned your pants, but before she could continue you put your hand atop of hers, “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

Sana paused as she looked into your eyes, “I do, a million times over I want this.” She smiled as you looked shy, “I want you, I promise.” With all that said and done, Sana continued what she had been doing and hooked her fingers into both your slacks and your boxers. As she pulled them down she was nearly hit in the face with your impressive alpha-hood. The Omega could barely contain her smile as she looked up at you once more, “You really are full of surprises.”

You couldn’t help but puff out your chest slightly as pride filled it. Your eyes wide as you watched Sana bend down and take you into her mouth, the slightly salty taste of your precum made the idol hum as she took more of your cock into her mouth.

You threw your head back as the warm confines of her mouth enveloped you as you resisted the urge to buck your hips and sink your cock further into her pretty throat. Sana reached a hand up to pump the base of your cock as her lips met her fist halfway. The Omega squeezed lightly at the bottom of your shaft as she worked the growing knot at the base, every squeeze brought out a steady stream of your precum was coating her tongue as you grunted above her. Your hands tangled in her hair as you used it to guide her, thankfully not pushing down and choking her.

After a few more minutes of sucking you off, Sana released your dick with a pop as the shaft pulsed with unreleased tension. “W..what?” Your head was jumbled with thoughts that you could barely articulate since all your thinking was centered in the wrong head.

“I have an idea.” The Omega licked her lips, “I think you’ll really enjoy it.”

At this point, you were horny enough to trust Sana with your life as you nodded, “I’m sure I will.”

The brunette gathered her breasts in her hands as she enveloped your dick between the two soft pillows of titty flesh. You groaned as Sana pushed her breasts together tightly as she moved up and down on your alpha-hood. The soft mounds felt like heaven as you felt like you were about to cum from all of the teasing.

“Oh god, Satang, I’m gonna…” The image alone of Minatozaki Sana between your legs with her breasts wrapped around your dick with the head of your shaft peaking out from in between them, felt like a picture straight out of a Playboy magazine.

“Come on, Y/N-chan, come for me.” The sultry lilt to her voice was your undoing as you moaned aloud and blew your load all over Sana. Covering her breasts and her neck in your cum.

You were left panting as Sana took a finger to the top of her right breast and scooped up some of your cum. She made sure your eyes were on her as she sucked her finger into her mouth, moaning at the taste. You felt your eyes widen at the sight as your alpha-hood swelled once more, “Holy shit, that was so hot.”

Sana smiled as she placed a kiss to the top of your cock, “There’s still a lot more if you’re up for it.”

“Fuck, yes.” You breathed out a sigh as you regained your composure. Trying to calm your racing heart as you let the Alpha timbre slip into your next words, “Get up here.”

The Omega bit her lip as she smiled and climbed onto the bed beside you. You motioned for her to scoot back onto the bed, then you surprised her by reconnecting your lips into a heated kiss that overwhelmed her. Before she knew it, she was on her back with the you above her, your hands moving to toy with her breasts once more.

When you pulled away for air, Sana couldn’t help but feel the urge to tease, “You really love my boobs, don’t you?”

You chuckled as you licked a line up the valley of her breast, “I don’t think ‘love’ even covers how I can’t get enough of you. All of you, not just your tits.” The younger of the two smiled wryly, it was filled with an extremely Alpha charm, as you sucked a hickey onto the top of her left breast, “However, they are still a very welcome addition.”

Sana shook her head, but the playfulness didn’t last long as you made it to the hem of her thoroughly soaked panties, “Look what we have here. I’ve never seen anyone get as wet as you, Sana-ssi.” It was now your time to turn up the charm as you ran your index finger over her clothed center, “I have to say, I’m very pleased with what I see.” You leaned down to kiss along the inside of her right thigh, inching closer to where she needed you but you decided to kiss up her left thigh instead, ignoring where she wanted you most. “Beg.”

The command was simple, but Sana blushed all the while, no one had ever made her feel this way before. “Please.”

You lifted your head as you clicked your tongue, “If that’s the best you got, I can leave. I already have enough bragging rights that Minatozaki Sana sucked my dick, fucked me with her tits, and I came all over her.” Your words were harsh and the Omega couldn’t help but squirm at how vulgar it all sounded. She wanted to close her legs to get some friction, but with you between them, that wasn’t happening.

“Please, touch me.” You shrugged as you continued kissing and nipping at her inner thighs as your hands roamed over her stomach, “No, please, touch me.”

“I’m already touching you.” The brunette pouted as she balled the sheets in her fists, “Oh, you don’t want me to keep kissing up your pretty thighs? Then where do you want me to touch you, baby? You gotta tell me, I can’t read your mind.”

Sana rolled her eyes, getting more and more worked up from your teasing, “I want you to touch my pussy. I want you to ruin me. I want you to make me cum so hard I forget my name.” The brunette breathed out hard as she looked her partner in the eye, “I want you to fuck me until the sun comes up and I can’t walk tomorrow!”

You swallowed hard as the words sank in. This woman would be the death of you.

That seemed to do the trick as your reaction was immediate, you licked a line straight up her center adding enough pressure so that she could feel the press of your tongue on her clit through the fabric. Next, her panties came off as you hooked your finger into it and pulled down, briefly moving out of the way so Sana could raise her legs to get rid of them before flinging them somewhere in the room. Then you came face-to-face with Minatozaki Sana and all her naked glory, “Holy shit, you’re gorgeous.”

Sana didn’t even get a chance to respond before uou dove into her weeping folds. Her pussy was already slick with arousal as her lips flowered open to reveal the treasure beneath. You loved the way she tasted, sweet with a little tang that felt like ambrosia on your tongue. The Omega’s hands found purchase on your shoulder as she urged you closer to where she needed you.

Your tongue teased along the outer folds running just high enough to nearly touch her clit but avoided it and repeated the pattern on the other side. You lowered your head to tease Sana’s pulsing entrance, you slipped your tongue inside and you felt like it was being sucked in by her desperate inner muscles. You retracted as you finally moved up to her aching clit, the hood was pulled back to reveal the reddened bud as you took it into your mouth. The reaction was immediate as Sana moaned loudly, her grip on your shoulder tightened as she shoved your face closer to her.

You brought a finger to her entrance as you slipped it inside, testing the waters before adding another. Sana’s voice grew louder as you formed a hook with your fingers and rubbed against a rough patch along her frontal wall that made her scream, “Shit! I’m gonna cum!” But before the Omega could be brought over the edge, you stopped. You retracted your fingers and pulled your lips away from her clit, letting her orgasm die. Sana’s eyes were wide as she stared down at her partner, “H..hey! I was…about to..cum!”

“I don’t want you to cum just yet, that was just the warm up.” There was a playful glint in your eyes eyes as you moved back to sit on your thighs. “Do you have a condom?”

Sana shook her head, “No, but I’m on the pill and it’s been ages since I’ve been with someone.”

You briefly broke the scene that you had built up to check in with her, your eyes softening, “If you’re not comfortable with having me inside you, I can keep eating you out, I don’t mind. You taste divine.”

The Omega laughed at the sincerity, “I want you. Please.”

“Do you want me to pull out before I…?”

The idol shook her head once more, “No, I want to feel it, I’ll be fine.”

You smiled as you fell back into the scene, “Alright, then.” You hooked your arms under Sana’s thighs and pulled her close. The Omega gasped as she was suddenly turned so that she was now on her hands and knees, her ass in the air as the you rubbed a hand over the swell of her ass, “Damn, you’re built like a goddess.” The compliment was spoken under your breath but the woman beneath you heard it loud and clear, no matter how deep you both were into the “Dom/Sub” dynamic you guys had going, the true attraction was undeniable.

But Sana wasn’t given a moment to relish in the sweetness as she felt the blunt tip of your cock inbetween her folds, you thrusted forward as you gathered wetness along the shaft before you once again grabbed the base of the alpha-hood and aimed it to the brunette’s blossoming entrance. “Ready?”

“God, yes!” The response turned into a moan as the head of your cock sank into the tight cavern that was Minatozaki Sana. You moved slowly as you felt the Omega’s inner walls part as you continued to push forward. Before long, you were all the way inside, you fought every instinct telling you to just throw caution to the wind and thrust. But you knew that stretch must have been intense as you allowed Sana to adjust. “Okay, you can move now.”

That was all the reassurance you needed as you pulled out till only the tip of your cock remained inside before thrusting back in, eliciting a moan from both of you, “Shit! You can go faster!”

You picked up speed as the sound of your bodies meeting echoed throughout the room. The wet slaps of you bottoming out inside of her made the Omega go wild as she moaned into the bed, not wanting to be too loud and alerting the surrounding guests, “Oh, god, fuck! Take it!”

You moaned as you fucked Sana into the mattress.The combination of both your scents were heavy in the air and you figured that anyone passing by could probably smell what was going on inside - if they hadn’t already heard them.

The brunette felt like she was being given the best and last fuck of her life, you held onto her hips with a bruising grip as she clutched at the comforter beneath her. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as it flushed with arousal. The feeling of you pounding into her was like lightning running up and down her spine as it drove her closer to the release she so desperately needed, “Oh god, Y/N-ah, it feels so good!”

You redoubled your efforts as you reached a hand around in search of Sana’s clit, she nearly screamed as you pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves between your fingers. Circling the nub before rubbing hard. She felt like she could barely catch her breath as all of the combined sensations coursed through her, “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you Satang. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

“I..I love it!” Sana’s words were clipped as she fought to make full sentences, “Feels so good…I’m your..oh god…your slut!”

Your pride swelled as you landed a hard smack onto Sana’s left ass cheek, the flesh jiggled slightly as if reddened. The addition of pain made the Omega clench down hard on your alpha-hood as you felt your partner’s inner walls ripple around them as she clenched down harder on your cock. You smiled with sadistic glee as you tangled your fingers into brunette locks and pulled slightly so Sana was forced to lift her head from the sheets, “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Are you going to take my knot like a good little Omega? I can feel your walls squeezing me so hard.”

Sana was biting her lip in fear of screaming as she was a touch away from the orgasm she so desperately wanted, “Yes! Yes! Please!”

You grit your teeth as your knot bumped against the opening of her entrance, parting it more with each thrust. It had already swelled to its full mast so the only way it was going in was with brute force. You continued toying with Sana’s clit to ease the pain as your thrusts grew harder, “Breathe, Sana-yah, almost…there!”

With one last thrust you were able to sink your knot into welcoming walls as the Japanese woman’s inner muscles squeezed down hard. Sana screamed at the fullness as she fell forward, “Y/N!”

Your scent was almost feral as you lunged forward to stake your claim on her neck, “Cum for me, you slut!” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back as Sana wailed, her voice was undeniably beautiful and it was even better as your name was on her tongue.

The feeling of her convulsing inner walls brought you to your release you came with a loud groan, “Oh fuck!”

You shot your release deep inside of the Omega as your hot load filled Sana’s womb. It had been a long time since the brunette had someone inside of her, much less cum in her. But she couldn’t help but muse at how cute you were as you grabbed her around the waist and fell to the side, spooning her in your grasp. Your knot still swollen and keeping you both tied together.

“That was amazing.” Your voice sounded almost wistful as you reached up to tuck the stray pieces of hair behind Sana’s ear.

“Tell me about it, I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm like that in a long time.” The idol mused as she played with your fingers that rested on her abdomen. “Thank you for tonight.”

You grinned as you nuzzled into her hair, “I should be thanking you, everything about this was amazing. You truly do have the body of a goddess, I can’t get over how gorgeous you are.”

Sana laughed shyly as she was showered with compliments settling into your hold as she carefully stroked her slightly swollen belly. This felt good, it felt right. Before she could catch it, Sana let out a yawn and heard a soft chuckled from behind her.

“Get some sleep, Satang, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Your voice also sounded heavy as you pulled her impossibly closer to you.

The Omega reached down to grab one of your hands that was resting on her abdomen as she placed a soft kiss to each of your fingers then to the center of your palm, “Goodnight, my Alpha.”

You smiled as you nuzzled into Sana’s neck, “Goodnight, my love.”

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flametrashiraarchive · 1 year ago

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Being a kakushi helping out in a lot of Kyo's missions, basically a friend already... Having a big fat crush on Shinjuro. Celebrating a hard successful mission and you let it slip in a drunken haze, within earshot of Shinjuro - and then well ✨👀 Shinjuro is kinda lonely ya know... And he supposes he might want another kid ya know...

- Beer anon 🍻

Hellooooo so I got carried away again lol. Shinjuro just makes me feel some kind of way and I can't be brief about him. I hope you don't mind but I left out the wanting a kid part but the horniness is all here!

Also this is canon-divergent. Everyone is alive at the end lol (even Muzan... he's just living on a farm with me and Douma... jk... unless....)

NSFW under the cut. CW for drinking alcohol.

Dancing with the Flame

Shinjuro couldn't believe his own ears. For one, his son Kyojuro was drunk on shōchū (a very rare occurrence) which made him extremely giggly (less rare). And two, you were talking to his son about him.

"I want him, Kyojuro," you repeated, with giddy sincerity.

Perhaps he hadn't heard you correctly. The celebration was loud since Tengen was setting off fireworks like they cost nothing. It seemed the entire demon slayer corps had gathered to celebrate the defeat of the demon king: pillars, rank and file slayers, kakushi, medics, swordsmiths… the air was crackling with hope and excitement. So, he must have heard wrong, he told himself. There had to be some other explanation.

"Kyojurooo, I mean it. Your dad is so damn hot. Let me be your stepmother."

All his son could do was laugh, his face a deep pink shade.

"He's just so... burly... and... ugh, you know? Please invite him over so I can-."

"I am NOT enabling you to seduce my father!"

"Kyoooojuroooo!"

There was no denying it and it shouldn't have felt as good as it did. He'd met you on a few occasions and he'd remembered your name. You seemed to be a good friend to Kyojuro, and a capable member of his team.

But Ruka had been gone for over a decade, and since her death, Shinjuro hadn't even so much as looked at another woman. But with the demon threat eliminated once and for all, you weren't wearing your face covering, and he really saw you for the first time.

And no, noticing how pretty your eyes and your smile were didn't count. Nor did respectfully noticing the way your Kakushi uniform fit your figure nicely. Or...

His eyes widened.

Oh gods, that absolutely counted, didn't it?

"Come on... You love your little brother... I could give you more little brothers. Dozens of them. Please just one chance, Kyo-."

When Shinjuro finally chanced a glance in your direction, Kyojuro had one hand firmly clamped over your mouth while he raised his shōchū cup to his lips with the other.

A rare smile pulled at the corner of Shinjuro's lips. Being wanted felt good.

Before he had chance to talk himself out of it, he began to walk over to your table. He'd had a few to drink too and the was alcohol bolstering his confidence.

Your startled eyes as Shinjuro approached, and the way you tried to discreetly nudge Kyojuro to alert him... you were so sweet, so funny.

"Father!" Kyojuro greeted him effusively, finally removing his hand from your mouth. "I'm so happy you joined the celebration."

"Of course," Shinjuro said, sitting at an empty spot at the table. "My eldest son helped defeat Muzan. How could I miss it?"

Kyojuro beamed at him, and Shinjuro's heart swelled with pride. He hadn't always been the father his boys deserved, but he was working toward being a better man, and repairing the damage he had done.

But your eyes were fixed on Shinjuro too, and he could feel the heat of your gaze.

"Good evening to you too," he said.

Your cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink. "Good evening, Lord Rengoku."

"Shinjuro," he corrected. "Please."

Gods, your eyes were even prettier up close.

He hadn't tried to flirt with anyone for over two decades. It was a strange sort of feeling, and truth be told, though he'd faced countless demons without feeling the slightest bit nervous, this was a different beast entirely.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked, hoping you didn't hear the waver in his voice.

Your eyes widened at the question... so did Kyojuro's. The boy raised his eyebrows and quickly walked away, leaving you and Shinjuro alone.

Gods, he wasn't prepared for that.

But then you smiled and took his hand, and Shinjuro's heart quickened. Together you walked to the center of the party, where couples were gathered, dancing to the music.

He had no idea what his next move was, but you took care of that. Once you reached the dancing couples you kept walking...

"Wait... where are we going?" He asked.

"To dance." You looked up at him with those pretty eyes and gave him a slanted smile. Wherever you were leading him he couldn't resist following.

He knew the layout of the headquarters well enough to quickly figure it out, and he soon found himself treading a familiar path to the training ground and toward the equipment shed.

His heart began to pound as anticipation coiled in his belly. His breaths became heavier and less satisfying the closer you got to the shed. Your intentions were clear.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, well aware of his higher status, his larger body, his strength, even though it was abundantly clear that you were in charge.

You led him around the back of the structure, where the moonlight pooled and he could see your hands reaching beneath your kimono and pulling down your underwear. "I'm sure, Lord Ren- Shinjuro... I want you."

"Mmh..." he tried to bite back his groan, but it broke free anyway. It had been so long since he was intimate with anyone, let alone someone new. But Gods, he wanted it. "I want you too. But... it's been a while. You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little sloppy."

You chuckled, pulling at the neckline of his kimono. "I don't care, Shinjuro, give me sloppy."

That was all he needed. He pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall of the equipment shed as he kissed you.

His desire, which he had long thought dwindled to ash, ignited at the touch of your lips. He kissed you deeply, his tongue stroking yours, his hands splayed across your jaw. And you were so damned eager, sucking his lower lip and tangling your fingers in his hair, sending tingling bolts of pleasure through his body. He was hard in seconds, his touch-starved body demanding more.

But before he would allow that, he was going to make you cum. Shinjuro wasn't some impatient young buck willing to rut against you for a few minutes until his aching cock was satisfied. He was going to take his damn time and make sure you both got the most out of this.

The former flame hashira got to his knees, lifting the bottom of your kimono and trailing kisses up your thighs. His big, rough hands slid from your ankles to your knees, keeping your legs together.

Your sighs of pleasure and your impatient little whimpers made his cock twitch.

"Shinjuro..."

"Patience," he whispered against the soft skin of your inner thighs. "Don't worry, I'll get you there."

The heat coming off you was intoxicating. You angled your hips toward him; so damn needy and ready. Your clit was already swollen and glistening with your arousal, and that he could not hold back from. He leaned forward, sliding his tongue over your flesh, groaning at the taste of you.

A cry escaped your lips as his tongue lapped at your clit. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them together and holding you upright as your legs trembled.

"Gods... Shinjuro..."

The desperation in your voice and the taste of your cunt made his cock throb, but as badly as he wanted to fuck you, he wouldn't let that happen until he made you cum. He licked you slowly at first, savoring the taste, drawing out your pleasure, until he felt you bearing down on his tongue, silently begging for more.

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, flicking his tongue over it as you whined and tugged at his hair.

"M-more..." you whispered. "Don't stop. Don't..."

You needn't worry. There was nothing he wanted more than your complete and absolute ecstasy. He sucked and licked at your clit like it sustained him, driving you higher and higher until you cried out, almost collapsing onto him as you pulsed and quivered on his tongue. And when your orgasm subsided, he kissed it like a lover, his cock weeping tears of pre-cum, so desperate to bury himself in the wet heat of you.

"Shinjuro, please fuck me," you begged, putting your hand beneath his chin and tiling his head to face you. You were so goddamn beautiful in the moonlight. His heart was aching almost as much as his cock.

He wasn't about to deny your request. He stood up and kissed you again, melting at the soft caress of your lips as you tugged impatiently at his clothing, hitching your thigh onto his hip, coating the head of his cock in your slick nectar.

A deep, desperate groan rolled through him as your tongue slid against his, tasting yourself and moaning softly. No, there was no holding back now. He was going to fuck you. He had to fuck you.

A moment later he had you hoisted up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned you to the side of the shed and slid his cock into you. The way your mouth fell open at the sensation of him filling you, the way your pussy clenched around him; it was heaven.

"Mm… Is it good?" he whispered, seeking your praise. "Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes!" You cried out in answer, raking your fingernails across his back.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? Hm?" he growled against your ear. "You were imagining my cock deep inside your pretty cunt, weren't you?"

You nod, and a grin spreads across his face.

Tengen was still shooting off his damn fireworks, but in the silence between each shriek and explosion the night was filled with your gasping breath, your moans, the sound of flesh on flesh as he fucked you hard. You pulled aside the collar of his kimono and kissed his neck, sending sparks of pleasure through his veins.

"Mmh... Gods, I need... oh..." he was incoherent, lost in the sensation of you. His brow furrowed as he focused on his breathing, drawing from his hashira training to regain control. "Are you going to cum for me... one more time?"

"I'm close..."

"Good. Let me feel it. I wanna feel you cum all over my cock, pretty girl." He thrust into you harder, faster, letting his passion take over.

And then you cried out, your pussy pulsing around him as your lips crashed against his. "Shinjuro..."

"That's it," he whispered in your ear. Each throb of your muscles brought him closer and closer. "Oh Gods, yes, you feel so good. So good..." His teeth clenched as his own peak neared. "I'm..."

He pulled out with the intention of spilling his seed onto the ground, but a moment later you were on your knees, your lips around the tip of his cock, licking and sucking as you tugged his aching balls.

"Fuck!" He growled, his hand coming down to grip the back of your head as he came with a grunt. He had to brace himself against the shed to keep from collapsing as you swallowed down his load. "Ohhh.... fffffuck... pretty girl, that's it. Gods... that's it."

It had been so long, so damn long. So many years of denying himself, of thinking misery was the only thing he had left. But you... you made him feel good. Even if just for that moment, you made him feel like the man he thought he'd lost.

You smiled up at him as he tried to get his breath back, still bracing himself against the shed.

"You're something else," he chuckled as you grinned pressed your teeth to your bottom lip. "Something wonderful." He took your hand and helped you to your feet, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. "Thank you."

You balanced on the tips of your toes as you kissed him softly and slowly, your hand resting at the center of his chest. When he pulled back his heart was thundering, because he knew that while this was your first dance, it was by no means the last.

#shinjuro x reader #rengoku shinjuro #shinjuro smut #shinjuro rengoku #kny shinjuro #rengoku x reader #shinjuro x yn #shinjuro x you #demon slayer Shinjuro

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aita-blorbos · 8 months ago

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AITA for.... losing my rival his job? Feeding a homeless person? Inadvertently hiring a hitman? I don't even know anymore.

So a little while ago I started up a pizza shop. Typical, I know, but I just really believe in the wonder of pizza and what it can do for people. There was a rival pizza shop across the street, which made things a bit difficult, but I could get by.

Anyway, a few nights in, this guy comes in right before closing time. He's looking pretty bedraggled, obviously he hasn't got much to his name, and he asks me if I have anything left over from the day I wouldn't mind giving him. I didn't, but I'd had a pretty profitable day, so I made him a pizza and gave it to him for free. He thanked me profusely and left, and I thought that was the end of it.

The guy came back a few times. Not incredibly often, but it was a semi-regular occurrence. Every time, he'd ask me if I had anything for him, and I was continuing to get incredible profits, so every time I would say yes and go make him a pizza. Good pizza, too, not just like, cheese. I was putting mushrooms and sausage and stuff on it, I wanted him to have some substance.

For a while, nothing really notable happened. The guy kept coming in sometimes, and I kept giving him pizza. After a while, he seemed to feel we were buddies, which I figured was fair, seeing as I was repeatedly feeding him for free without asking me anything in return.

But then he starts acting a bit weird. More confident, I suppose. A bit less like a hungry guy just looking for food to make it through the day. But I kept giving him pizza, even though there was a broadcast on the news that someone had tried to feed pizza to the bears at the zoo and I (only briefly, at the time) suspected it was him, because I wasn't about to just let some guy go hungry because I thought he was acting kinda funny.

Then one day, he comes in acting REALLY odd. I was rather off-put, but I made him a pizza anyway, figuring it to be an isolated incident. Honestly, I thought he was just getting to be in a financially better place, but didn't want to stop getting the free pizza. I resolved that if he came in acting like that again, I would cut him off. But I make him a pizza, and I give it to him, but instead of thanking me like he's been doing he tells me I won't regret it. Which strikes me as weird, but he's already out the door, so I can't really do anything about it.

The next morning, I go to work, clock in, and look out the window at my rival's pizza shop. Remember that guy? Yeah. His entire pizza place was swarming with bears.

I had no idea how to process this, but before I could, my rival comes in and tells me that he doesn't know how I did it, but I win, and then he just leaves. And THEN the homeless guy I've been feeding comes in and says he made it so my pizza shop was the best on the block. And then he leaves. So I'm at least 99% sure that guy somehow released a bunch of bears into my rival's pizza shop because he wanted to repay me for giving him food.

I don't even know what to do in this situation. I feel kinda bad for my rival. I mean, don't get me wrong, he was a bit of a jerk, but he was kinda just a guy, y'know? I genuinely did not expect for anyone to release BEARS into his shop because they perceived me as a friend.

He ended up signing the shop over to the bears, who are now friends with the guy I was giving free pizza, who gave me a cut of the profits, and I think they made a pizza cult in the old building or something? I don't know. I didn't expect any of this to happen. Am I at fault for it, seeing as I ignored all those warning flags?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #cult mention

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luminouslywriting · 8 months ago

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I sense that you're an equal opportunity MOTA girlie, so I have to ask: IF you had to rank Bucky, Gale, Rosie, Crosby and Brady in order of who you'd want to marry, how would this hypothetical ranking go?

Ooh I love this ask! I definitely had to put some thought into this....and I'm going to have to expand on why my rankings are the way that they are haha! Tagging some other people to do the same because I’d be interested to hear their takes! No pressure tags: @prettyinlimegreenboots @precious-little-scoundrel @blurredcolour

Answers below the cut :)

Gale Cleven

So I guess I'm going to spill some information about myself for this to make sense haha! For me, I'm a very religious person and really centered on my morals. From the get-go while watching the show, I was super impressed with Gale and the way that he stuck to his morals and beliefs and didn't change that for anyone, even in a time of war. That shows integrity to me and I really like that in a man. Also, the care and dedication in which he has for Marge was truly beautiful. I've never really been appreciated by any man in my life and so that's a really appealing thing to me. Also, his quiet and tender personality just has my entire heart and soul. As a chronically ill girlie, I really believe he'd be a caretaker and be able to help me learn how to love myself a little more. He's been my man since second one of seeing him on my screen haha!

2. John Brady

Again, for similar reasons to Gale—his convictions and the way that he quietly lived his beliefs really stands out to me. I think that he has a way of loving people and it's simply adoration. I also play a musical instrument—the violin, and have for 15 years. Music is a really big part of my life and how I express myself, so I could see us connecting on that really well. He also just seems like someone really easy to talk to and trust—as seen with how he handled conflict with Crosby and the way that he expresses things. So he'd definitely be my number 2 pick!

3. Rosie :)

UGH this man is just so pretty and I love him! I love his personality and the way that he balances a fun and exuberant personality with being serious and caring about things. I think that where I really deeply care about a lot of causes, we'd get along great. Everyone has always told me that I should be a lawyer or work on human rights or something because of how passionate I am. I also really adore the way that he's passionate about the things he cares about and also really enjoys music! So it's hard to put him below Brady or Gale, but this is just how the lineup turned out!

4. Bucky Egan

So.....here's the thing....I LOVE him. I really really do. But I also know that my personality and his would clash way too much. I'm a chaotic good and he's a chaotic good and that would mean way too much chaos. But ALSO, I'm pretty much Gale Cleven in the sense that I don't drink, I don't dance, I don't sleep around, and I don't smoke lol. I'm also not super spontaneous (don't get me wrong, I can be), but I don't think our personalities would fit well together. I'm too much of a mom friend for him to ever like me lol. We love a self-aware girlie-pop.

5. Harry Crosby

So this was a really hard thing for me to do...........but also this gif should be a reminder to him (HA, oops)

BUT.....I also don't condone cheating in any manner, way, shape or form? Now I understand that it's war and that things happen and coping mechanisms were playing a part...

BUT for me personally, I've been really impacted in my family life by cheating and that has been a really hard thing to live with. So that being said, I can't confidently put him in any other spot on this list. Otherwise, I love Cros! He's smart and funny and has a great way of being charming and smart—but this one thing just was really hard for me to watch.

So all of that being said, my lineup is 1. Gale Cleven, 2. John Brady, 3. Robert Rosenthal, 4. Bucky Egan, and 5. Harry Crosby :)

Nonny, what is your lineup?? I'd love to hear it!

#mota #masters of the air asks #masters of the air #my asks

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rip-quizilla · 2 years ago

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Your Leather, My Lace ~ Part 1: One Look Could Kill

*This fic was co-written by curlyfry23, whom you can find on AO3 here

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!Reader

Summary: It's your band's third time competing in Indianapolis' Battle of the Bands, and you're dead set on making 1991 the year you finally win. Of course, the moment you swear you won't fall prey to any "distractions", a guy named Eddie with big brown eyes shows up to distract you.

Word Count: 2.6k

Tags for Entire Fic (from AO3): Enemies to Lovers, Rival Bands, Tension While Singing, Leather, 80's Rock References, Song Lyrics, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Thinly Veiled Hex Girls Inspiration, Eddie Munson Lives, 1991, Porn with Feelings, Shameless Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Hate to Love, Oral Sex, Consensual Sex, Smut, Eddie Munson Has No Sense of Personal Space, Cunnilingus, Nipple Licking, Catholic Guilt, brat!reader, Dom/sub Undertones, light degradation, Car Sex, The Lord of the Rings References

~Indianapolis, 1991~

“It’s our year, ladies.”

You couldn’t wipe the grin off your face; this was it. You could feel it in your bones, this was your fucking year.

Denise snorted, “Sure.” Green lips curling into a rueful smirk, she struggled with her bags and band equipment while reaching up to tighten her platinum pigtails. “Not like you say that every time we drag our asses out to this thing.”

You paid her negativity no mind. She wasn’t wrong necessarily, but you refused to ignore the surge of adrenaline that was pulsing through your veins right now. “It’s different this year, don’t tell me you guys don’t feel it too.” You confidently strutted through the revolving door of the high-class hotel where Lana’s dad had made reservations for your band for the duration of the competition, and you mentally sent out a heartfelt thank you to him as you looked around, awestruck at the grandeur of the hotel. You would have been fine with putting yourselves up at a Best Western or something; having a band member who came from money really had its perks.

“I certainly feel something.” Lana drawled, eyes following a particularly attractive bellboy who threw her a wink as she sent a grin in his direction. Expression growing sour, you snapped in her face, wincing when you almost dropped your guitar case. “Hey! No! Nonono, none of that, not this year.” You ignored Lana’s pout and resumed your trek toward the front desk.

It would be your year to win… IF- and only if- you all committed to keeping your eyes on the prize. This was your third year competing for the title, and you were pretty sure that if you lost Battle of the Bands one more time, you wouldn’t be able to convince Lana and Denise to compete again. It was a big commitment; foregoing jobs, family, friends- well, you only had two of those, and they were here with you- for up to a month, depending on how far you stayed in the game. After getting cut before you even made top ten the first year, it was hard enough to persuade your bandmates to try again. Last year had been closer (you attributed that to the hours you all had dedicated to practicing day in and day out to prepare) and thought you’d had it in the bag until you were cut before making it to top five.

“No distractions this time. I’m making it a rule.” you said over your shoulder, getting in line to check in. “If we want to win this year, we need to focus.” Luna plopped her bags on the floor as she lined up behind you. “Making rules now, huh? Who put you in charge?”

You rolled your eyes, turning to face her. “Calm down, obviously I’m not telling you what to do, okay? You’re an adult, you can do what you want. However-” you raised your eyebrows, leaning towards her to ensure she got your point. “I am proposing that we all make a pact to give this competition the place on our list of priorities that it deserves.”

Denise raised an eyebrow. “And that place would be…?”

You shot a hand as high as you could, even going so far as to stand on your tiptoes. “Here! Aaaaaall the way up here! Tippy top!” You sounded as exasperated as you felt; getting these girls to care as much as you did felt like pulling teeth sometimes. “Look, it’s not like I don’t want us to have fun while we’re here, but I also know that if we stay zeroed in on our goal, all it can do is help us. Right?”

Your friends nodded and smiled, used to your intensity when it came to Battle of the Bands. “You’re right, sorry for getting bitchy.” Lana slung an arm around your shoulders, and her orange-dyed twists tickled your cheeks. “Thanks for keeping us in line, cap.” She gave you a mock salute before planting an obnoxiously loud kiss to your cheek.

You laughed, groaning dramatically as you wiped her black lipstick from your face. “You know how long it takes to do my makeup!” you giggled, swatting her away as you stepped up to the front of the line to check into your room.

***

That night would be the first round of performances for Battle of the Bands, and you had already persuaded your bandmates to come out with you to a local venue to scope out the other bands competing for the title. From the moment you walked through the doors of the grungy basement bar, you felt like a dormant part of you came alive. You loved this- genuinely loved it; the smoke flinging neon lights in every which way, the dull roar of people talking, yelling, drinking… the energy was infectious, and it made you itch to get on that stage.

Not tonight, though- tonight was not about you, it was about reconnaissance. Tonight’s bands were all new to the Battle, and while you weren’t ruling them out as potential threats, you weren’t necessarily scared of them either. After grabbing a drink from the bar with Denise and Lana, you scoped out a small table in a corner from which to watch tonight’s performances. Unfortunately, it only took a few songs from the earsore of a goth rock group to make your friends duck out in search of a more interesting bar to spend the evening. They tried to convince you to go with them, but you stood your ground, eager for any leg-up on the competition.

“Go on and have fun, really! I’m all good here.” You smiled reassuringly. They seemed skeptical and a bit disappointed, but still left you alone at your corner booth that now felt far too large for one person. Sighing, you stood and walked over to the bar, ordering yourself another drink and leaning against the slightly sticky counter.

As you took in the sight of the dumpster fire on the stage, you shook your head, disappointed. You didn’t want the rival bands to be too good, obviously, but you had been hoping they would at least be competitors. The thrill of the chase was something you felt in your bones here, and it helped you want to be better; to make yourself be better. These guys… they just made you feel sorry for them. You reached into your purse and withdrew your small moleskine notebook and began jotting down a few notes on the band’s performance. Weaknesses: lead singer is tone deaf. Lead guitarist thinks the guitar is a percussion instrument. Strengths: members all have nice hair.

You were so focused on trying to find more strengths to write down that you barely noticed the stranger looking over your shoulder at the paper you were jotting on. “Jeez,” a voice said, inches from your ear, “and I thought I was a harsh critic.” Your head whipped around, narrowly avoiding the stranger sitting directly behind you. Frowning, you replied, “Did you just read my notebook?”

The stranger, a whole head taller than you with a lean frame and a dark mane of long, frizzy hair, smiled broadly back at you. “Will you keep talking to me if I say yes?”

Oh. He was flirting with you.

You turned away, a silent answer to his question. No distractions. You had made the rule, and you intended to follow it. Bringing your attention back to the stage, you struggled to place the song the band was playing -the melody sounded familiar, but the lead singer’s tiny, screeching vocalizations were making it difficult to recognize. Finally, you realized that they were playing a very grungy rendition of “I Will Survive”; surprised, you added Impressive range of genre knowledge to the “strengths” column.

You heard a throat clear behind you, to which you rolled your eyes and looked sideways over your shoulder. He was still there, smiling somewhat less confidently now but still smiling nonetheless. “So, uh…” the stranger slid into the barstool beside yours. “What are you writing?”

You gave him a thin smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “A manual for creeps who don’t know how to take a hint.”

Glancing down at his beer, his ringed fingers tapping the bottleneck methodically, the stranger sighed, “That sounds interesting, I should give it a read.”

A corner of your mouth crept up before you could stop it. “Yeah, you probably should, might learn something.”

The barest hint of a smile from you was all he needed to bring his toothy grin back in full force. “Gotta be honest, learning was never my strong suit.”

Against your better judgment, you turned the rest of your body to face the bar, giving him your full eye contact- And damn, if those weren’t the biggest eyes you had ever seen.

You indulged him with a wry smile. “Not the schooling type?” you asked. Big Eyes placed a leather-clad elbow on the bartop, resting his head in hand and smiling lazily. “Oh no, I loved school. Loved it so much I had three senior years, actually.”

You snorted out a laugh, eyebrows raising involuntarily. “Three?” you repeated. “Damn, even I didn’t like it that much.”

He closed his eyes and nodded vigorously, “Oh yeah, loved it.” he reiterated, his expression so mockingly serious that you couldn’t help but laugh softly. Upon hearing your laugh, his smile crept up to match yours. “Biiiiig, big fan of a good ‘ole public school education,” he said.

You tapped the bar to signal to the bartender that you were ready for another round. “You would just love Catholic school, then,” you replied. “Real fun, learning about Jesus instead of evolution.”

Those wide eyes got wider somehow at the mention of Catholic school. “Are we talking about plaid skirts, nuns that slap your hand with a ruler- that kind of Catholic school?”

You nodded grimly. “The very same.” The bartender handed you another drink, and you nodded your thanks to her as you continued, “And it was an all-girls school, too.” looking at Big Eyes, “your creep ass would’ve loved it.”

Undeterred by your jab, he inclined his head and raised an eyebrow. “Something tells me if I went to school and saw you in a school uniform, I’d be blind to any other woman that crossed my path.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that your uniforms weren’t the least bit sexy, and had included knee-length skirts and starchy oxford shirts… but the compliment heated your cheeks anyway.

Trying not to smile (and failing) you bit your lips and shut your notebook with a sharp thup. “Is this what you do for fun?” you asked him, “You go out to bars and hit on strangers?”

Big Eyes laughed softly, teeth still shining in the red and blue light reflecting off of him from the stage. “Maybe. It’s been pretty fun, so far.”

You reached back, rubbing the back of your neck while you glanced back to the stage. The band was packing up and heading off stage. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed while you were chatting it up with this stranger. Shaking your head ruefully, you looked back at him with an apologetic expression.

“Look,” you sighed, “you actually seem really nice, and you’re funny and easy to talk to…” His face lit up like a Christmas tree, and his eagerness at hearing your praise reminded you of a puppy. It felt as if someone were squeezing your heart in your chest. “...but I really can’t be flirting with guys at bars right now, okay? I’m sorry but now just isn’t the best time for distractions.”

“Distractions?” Big Eyes laughed, unphased. “What am I distracting you from?”

You gestured toward the stage. “My band is competing in Battle of the Bands. I came out here to see what we’re up against this year.” Holding up your notebook, you stuck your pen behind your ear with a free hand. “That’s what I was taking notes for. It’s our third year competing, so-” you grimaced, apologizing with your eyes once again. “-I don’t want to leave anything to chance. So no distractions this year. I’m sorry, under any other circumstances…” Your sentence trailed off, and Big Eyes raised his eyes as he waited for you to finish.

You glanced away, fumbling around your words “...under other circumstances, I might keep this very entertaining conversion going and maybe have another drink with you… but I need to focus. So that will not be happening tonight.” You looked back at him, heart racing as his gaze snagged yours. His expression betrayed nothing, but those eyes were so wide and intense that you didn’t want to look away. You took a deep breath. Control yourself. “I’m sorry.” you added.

He gave you a small smile and shrugged. “It is what it is. Can’t knock you for being dedicated to something.” He threw a nod to the bartender before asking, “What’s your band called?”

“Next Hex.” you replied, downing the last sip of your drink. Big Eyes handed a few bills to the bartender and nodded, eyes distant as if he were documenting the name of your band in his memory. Eyes flicking back up to you (your heart felt like it did a backflip- they’re just eyes, why was he having this effect on you?) he raised his eyebrows, sobering his expression. “Noted.” he said, “Hopefully I’ll get to see you guys play.”

You smiled, the gesture more genuine this time than the first few smiles you gave him. “Hopefully.” you repeated. “It was nice to meet you-”

Hopping off his chair and straightening his leather jacket sleeves, he held his hand out to you. “Eddie.” he filled in the blank.

You took his hand, ignoring the way your heart rate quickened when your skin touched his. “Eddie,” You mimicked before giving him your name in return. “Sorry about the circumstances.” You winced inwardly at how awkward it felt to turn a guy down mid-handshake.

Big Eyes- Eddie- smiled ruefully and shook his head as he withdrew from your handshake and placed both hands in his pockets. “Don’t apologize yet,” he said, “I might end up being your favorite groupie.”

A laugh bubbled up from your lips. “You’re not gonna go crazy stalker on me, are you? If you do, you can expect your restraining order in the mail.”

That mischievous grin plastered itself back across his face, and you were starting to wonder if this facial expression was simply his default face. “If your signature is on it, I might just get it framed, rockstar.” Satisfied with having the last word, Eddie gave you one last blinding smile before backing away from the bar and disappearing into the crowd.

You continued looking in his direction until he vanished from your line of sight, and a part of you wished he hadn’t been scared off so easily… but you immediately chided yourself for wishing a man hadn’t taken no for an answer. How often were men who flirted with strangers at bars respectful? This guy was one in a million. Mentally, you cursed your luck for having such horrible timing.

You waved down the bartender and asked how much your tab was, but to your surprise she shook her head. “Your friend paid for you, don’t worry about it!”

“Oh.” you said, surprised. You had already pulled out a couple one dollar bills, so you handed them to her anyway. “Well here, these are for you then.” Smiling, she took the bills from you and pocketed them in her acid wash jeans. “Aw, thanks hun! Have a great night!” With that, she turned to help the next patron a few seats away.

So, you thought, I just turned down a guy who was funny, respectful, AND paid for my drink even when he knew he wasn’t getting anything out of it. You shook your head, slowly making your way to the exit.

This had better be our fucking year.

Part 2

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #rockstar eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things au #eddie munson lives #enemies to lovers

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licorishh · 10 months ago

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Welp. Binged the second half of the new ATLA show and finished it and I am still so incredibly impressed. Spoilers under the cut y'all know the drill

I freaking loved this adaptation. Slapped. Killed it. Nailed it. I'm gonna rewatch it over and over. Legitimately the only things I could really complain about are all related to Azula.

I really feel like Azula having screentime in season 1 served zero purpose here. I feel it would've been much more impactful to have her go entirely unmentioned until the finale when Zhao reveals to Zuko that Azula was behind everything (i.e. iy would've been cooler if Zhao were also revealing it to us, the audience, for the first time).

I also think it's a little odd how they're kind of totally changing the dynamic between Ozai and Azula (or at least the parts of the dynamic that we're supposed to believe is a representation of their relationship for the majority of the show). In the original show, Azula has no idea Ozai is simply manipulating her for the fun of it. She genuinely thinks he loves her, is proud of her, and is extremely impressed with her. It's not until almost the last episode that Ozai ever directly expresses his disdain for something she's done/said, unless I'm wrong. Ozai's expectations of her in the original show appear to be things she's easily capable of meeting, and she feels extremely confident in her abilities and is under the impression Ozai is equally confident in her. I find it strange that repeatedly in this adaptation Ozai is instead treating her pretty similarly to the way he treats Zuko. He doesn't appear to show her any kind of particular favor, doesn't expect anything but the most outrageously impossible from her, and regularly ridicules/undermines her and sows seeds of doubt in her mind that she's competent.

Azula doesn't show the slightest hint of cracking until the end of season 3 after Mai's and Ty Lee's betrayal. Sure, there are hints earlier on that she's a perfectionist and refuses to settle for anything less than the most flawless outcome, but she comes off as being incredibly confident and secure in her position. She doesn't doubt anything about her situation or her relationship with her father or brother. In other words, in the original show, the audience and Azula herself are never meant to realize until the very end that Ozai was pitting his children against each other. We (and her) are intended to believe that Ozai genuinely prefers Azula and is more pleased with her than he is with Zuko. In this version, there really doesn't seem to be much of that at all. It's just odd.

Smaller complaint, but I don't think that actress is necessarily just the most stellar choice for Azula, either. The casting for the show has been excellent so far, but this particular actress seems to be bringing out aspects of Azula's character that really weren't meant to be at the forefront until much later. Maybe it's the actress, maybe it's the writing, maybe it's both, but it doesn't feel like Azula. She doesn't feel like a substantial threat. Heck, Zhao is wayyy more compelling in this version than Azula is, and that's really not very good. She feels like just another competitor for Zuko.

Kind of branching off of that, and this one is a pretty small one, but Mai and Ty Lee are super boring. Granted, I don't really care about them at all in the original anyway (Mai has really no narrative reason to exist other than to be part of what causes Azula's spiral; I do like Ty Lee a little bit, but I could really take her or leave her), but they're just... so bland. There's no reason for them to be in those scenes other than to be cardboard boxes Azula can glare at. At least in the original, they serve as an excellent example of what's tethering Azula to reality and how she feels an incessant need to exert control over every aspect of her life. I reaaaaally wish they'd waited until later to bring them into the adaptation (it's also just reinforcing to me the fact that I simply cannot see Zuko with Mai at all in either version, but that's an issue for a different day).

Other than those things I wasn't too thrilled about, I really did love the show. The acting from the main cast was excellent, the stakes felt SO MUCH HIGHER and it was SUCH a nice tonal change, the bending looked incredible, the amount of effort put into accurately replicating the sets and the costumes was just astounding, and the pacing was excellent. I love how they were able to cut down on so much of the extraneous filler from the original season 1 by finding ways to compile them together in a way that still flowed excellently and allowed for a greater focus to be put on the main story. The main story in this adaptation never stops going, and for me, that makes it SO much easier and more fun to watch. It doesn't go off on forty-minute tangents that have zilch to do with the main point of the show.

Also Dallas Liu is literally the best possible pick for Zuko. He is capturing Zuko's miserable wet cat energy in a way no one but Dante Basco could do and that is saying something. He's also putting an excellent emphasis on how desperately obsessive Zuko is about catching Aang in season 1. He's completely blinded by his desire to find him, causing him to make completely illogical and irrational decisions driven purely by a desperate desire to measure up, and Dallas Liu is really doing an incredibly good job reinforcing that without having to actually say it.

Gordon Cormier is also absolutely killing it as Aang for me. I'm really not the biggest fan of Aang (I just don't usually like child characters; he's better in some parts of season 3 but he's just not really my favorite), but he's actually making Aang incredibly fun to watch. He's adorable and fun and silly without being painfully immature and difficult to be invested in. Yeah, I know, Aang's twelve and twelve year olds are immature, but that doesn't mean they're automatically fun to watch. He's really doing a great job there.

I also love this version of Zhao. I feel like he got way more screentime in this version than in the original, which was pretty cool. He turned out to be a much cooler and more dangerous villain than it felt like he was in the original.

I also liked this version of Yue WAYYYY more even though she was only in one episode because man!! She has a personality holy cow!! She's actually fun!! And entertaining!! Not just Phantom Menace Natalie Portman-levels of "Well she's a very nice person :)"

Also also, I loved the vibe of uhh episode 5, I think it was-?. Both of the Koh jumpscares legitimately startled me which I was not expecting 😭 normally I can eat simple jumpscares for lunch but they made him so frickin creepy which is honestly good because hE IS FRICKIN CREEPY

And I cried. Like three times. First time when frickin Leaves From the Vine played at Lu Ten's funeral (that one had me weeping as usual), I think a second time when Katara is remembering being a little girl and is hiding and she sees her mom being killed (that was honestly so much more impactful that we actually got to SEE such things instead of just hearing about it), and then I think again in Zuko's Agni Kai because my gosh he's been through it :((( the flashback parts before then though were so nice 😭 I lived long enough to see happy smiling Zuko in 4k which means I can die peacefully now

All of this is coming from someone who first watched the show as a young kid, was never really a huge Aang fan, and really doesn't care for the original season 1 and tends to skip it every time I watch the show. I have pretty unusual opinions about the original, so my opinions here may vary massively from the general consensus, and that's fine. I really loved this adaptation and I will be so heartbroken if they don't make a season 2 MAAAANNNN I NEED MORE 😭😭😭

Also the writers are goated for replacing Aang with Sokka in the Cave of Two Lovers and having Katara reinforce their family bond instead of pushing a self-insert crush a little boy has on a teenage girl who treats him like her son. And also that scarf scene which I think I will perhaps never not be thinking about. I will be forever indebted to them for that but again that's a topic for uhh not right now 👍

#avatar the last airbender #avatar netflix #get into a fight about ship wars and i'll break your legs. you can talk about it if you must but BE NICE #tl;dr show is radical!! very hopeful for a season 2 #all of you whining about it need to Shutte Uppe 🤓👍 it is Good and you should be thankful that this much effort and love went into it #if i wrote something incorrectly it's 2:45 in the morning which means i'm not responsible. good night #now i ain't gay but if i were sokka and this version of suki were right there. geah. she's. pretty and very cool

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la-squadra1234 · 2 years ago

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Hello, I was wondering if I could possibly get the spiders and how they’d comfort an gf that’s insecure about her profile specifically having a more pronounced Persian nose shape, and feels pressured to get a nose job in order to be seen as pretty? Sorry if this is too much! Feel free to decline if it’s uncomfortable and have a great day!!

It’s no problem at all. Honestly, I am happy to at least attempt to bring awareness to this because although it’s just somebody’s nose it fucking hurts If you make fun of somebody based on their facial features you’re fucked up. Aim for the personality if you’re gonna talk shit because otherwise you just look like a shitty person!!! Unless they talk shit about your looks then do as you please lol

Full credit to la-squadra1234

Feitan-

He would call you a idiot for being insecure he would definitely comfort you by saying that you are gorgeous and that he’s not only saying that because he’s your boyfriend, but he saying that because it’s true, and he would say something along the lines of you have no real reason to be insecure you are perfect in every way, shape and form

He would definitely be very sweet, but kind of passive aggressive lol

Phinks-

He would definitely hug you very tight and start comforting. You like crazy by giving you your favourite snacks watching a movie with you he would even take a day off from doing business with the phantom troupe just to comfort you all the way!

Chrollo-

He would definitely drop everything that he’s doing and come to your rescue if none of the comforting things that he said worked, he would definitely ask the girls in the phantom troupe for advice on how to deal with it, and make them feel confident again!

Hisoka-

This man would literally stare at you and then start blinking like crazy, and he would say excuse me Miss bitch, you are the prettiest woman on the entire planet trust me if there’s anything wrong with your nose I definitely would’ve mentioned it by now

We all know he would have because he just doesn’t care like that lol

Franklin-

He doesn’t really get why people feel insecure as he has cuts all over his face and body and some big ass ears but he still doesn’t feel insecure about anything. He honestly feels very confident. He says that it doesn’t matter about looks. It’s all in the personality, and either way, they are not ugly. He would definitely be very sweet with comforting his s/o

Uvogin-

He would start cracking a bunch of jokes, saying that if you think that you are ugly, then you must think that he looks like a total rat that just came out of the sewer he would make some jokes like that and try his hardest to help you out as much as possible

Nobunaga-

“….Woman my nose is far more bigger than yours in every single picture that I have ever taken, and the highlight was my nose” he would definitely say that you have a normal size nose, especially compared to him, and he would tell you that you have no reason to be insecure as you are gorgeous!

Sorry, if this seems kind of half assed were lazy, it was kind of hard for me to think of things

I hope everybody enjoys. I really liked making this one because it wasn’t just a story to me it actually meant something and it’s always nice to have people with you when you are going through a rough time especially if you have a insecurity like that…

I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!

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betweenthings2 · 9 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/teaboot/744353230745632768/favourite-things-to-say-before-doing-something

some of these scream fictional!matty and i would love to see your take on 5 and 12

Thank you for the ask!! This is a brilliant promt list and I've reblogged it here.

Here's 5. "I'm way too sexy to fuck this up," and 12. "It's ok, I saw this on TikTok," for things to say before doing something stupid.

5. "I'm way too sexy to fuck this up."

"I'm way too sexy to fuck this up," Matty decides, meeting George's eyes in the hotel mirror and brandishing scissors and tugging at his dripping hair. He's wearing only boxers, he's a little bit drunk and a little bit stoned, and he'd found a pair of scissors when he was going through his bag and he can't help but think that this is a brilliant idea.

George offers an incredulous expression.

"I am. What could go wrong?"

George scoffs and says, "Matty, there's a reason that there are so many home haircut horror stories."

"Yeah, but they're not me," is Matty's argument. "And, like I've said, I'm way to sexy to fuck this up."

"You're giving yourself bangs. At least do it in the morning when you're sober."

Matty turns so he can actually look at George, arguing, "I've had some wine. And those tequila shots. And the weed. But it's fine."

"Alright," George sighs. "You do whatever you want."

"Will you still love me if I give myself a bad haircut?"

"I'd love you if you shaved your head."

Matty grins and closes the space between them so he can wrap his arms around George, still clutching his scissors, and give him a quick kiss, then says, "You're sweet," then returns to the mirror.

Matty organizes his still wet hair so that it falls over his forehead, considers for a moment, then cuts, clumps of dark hair falling into the hotel sink. He pauses for a moment, considering, then snips off a little bit more hair, considers again, then snips again. He scrunches his new bangs, then turns back to George, who's made himself comfortable on the bed.

"What do you think?" Matty asks.

George pretends to consider, then says, "Well, I still love you, so that's something."

Matty sets his scissors aside and joins George on the bed, settling half in his lap and pouts, saying, "Now say something nice to me."

George leans forward and kisses Matty, rather than saying anything. When they separate, he says, "You're very pretty and I really love you and your bangs will probably be fine."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence," Matty says, faux upset. "Maybe I should go sleep with Ross. He'd be supportive."

George tightens his grip on Matty's hips, but says, "If that's what you want."

Matty laughs. "You're possessive," he teases. He lowers his voice to ask, "How upset would it make you if I was in another man's bed? If another man touched me, put his hands on me?"

"If you wanna go share a bed with Ross, go for it," George answers, doing his best not to feed into Matty's pushing. "I hear he snores, though."

Matty laughs again and agrees, "God, he does. I think I'll stick with you."

"Oh, you will? That'll be hard for you, won't it?"

Matty hums, nodding, and goes in for another kiss, long and slow. "I think it probably will be hard," he agrees. "Really, really hard."

George sighs. "That was the wrong word, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, absolutely the wrong word. You should have know I would take that and run. That's on you."

"At least you admit it."

"I am a very humble person, George," Matty says, putting his best serious face on. "Exceedingly humble."

"Fifteen minutes ago you were saying, and I quote, 'I'm way to sexy to fuck this up.' I don't think that's humble, love."

"That's entirely different," Matty argues.

George combs his fingers through Matty's drying hair and pulls him in for another kiss. That's better than going back and forth saying yes and no. Matty is too stubborn to cave and George doesn't really love the back and forth.

"Is that your way of saying I'm right?" Matty asks.

"If that's what you think," George answers. "I don't wanna go back and forth."

Matty shifts, getting a little more comfortable and resting his head against George's chest. "Thanks, G," he murmurs.

"For what?" George asks, voice now soft and half worried.

Matty shrugs. "Everything. Just bein' you."

"Makes me worry when you start sayin' stuff like that," George murmurs.

"Sorry," Matty offers. "I just need to thank you more often, I think. I love you and I don't think I say it enough."

"You do," George promises. "You do. I know how you feel, what you think."

Matty intertwines his fingers with George's and says, "Good. You should."

12. "It's ok, I saw this on TikTok."

That's some noise, like the sound of furniture being moved, then a clatter, like something being dropped, then George hears Matty's muffled voice, likely swearing and he decides that he should probably figure out what Matty is doing. He's gotten progressively more bored and irritable as the lockdowns have been instituted and extended and there's been some emailing back and forth with the powers that be as George has tried to work things out so that they can get out of London and hide out at the studio. He hasn't said anything to Matty yet, not wanting to get his hopes up, but, on second thought, maybe a distraction would be good.

In their shared office space, Matty has several opened Amazon boxes and he's moved his own desk away from the wall. He's spread a drop cloth on the floor and taped off the outlets, and there are more painting supplies on the floor in company with the Amazon boxes.

"Hey," George offers. "What're ya up to?"

Matty whirls around to face George still standing in the doorway, a bit sheepish. "It's ok," he tries, clutching a still packaged paintbrush. "I saw this on TikTok."

"That's comforting, Matthew, thank you."

"George," Matty whines. "It's completely fine."

"Forgive me if I don't believe that, love. You remember when you decided you were going to repaint the kitchen? We redid the kitchen," George counters. He pauses, then adds, "I know you're bored, but you and DIY don't really mix."

Matty groans, dramatic. "I am bored. I'm so bored. I know it's serious, but I thought we'd be on tour right now and I'm so bored."

"I know," George repeats. "But is gutting the office a good idea?"

"I'm not gutting it. I'm gonna move a bunch of shit around and, you remember that TikTok I sent you? The one with the accent wall and furniture? That's what I'm gonna do."

George nods slowly, recalling the barrage of videos Matty has sent him since he discovered the app. "I do remember that, vaguely. I'll ask again: is this a good idea?"

Matty tosses his paintbrush aside and sighs, "I'm so fucking bored, George. I can't do anything. Can't see anyone, can't go for a walk, can barely open the fucking window, but I can online shop and fuck up the office."

"I know," George says, yet again, and accepts Matty hiding his face against George's chest. "Let's, uh, think about this, though, yet? You can do whatever you want with the office, but let's have a plan, 'k?"

"I had, have, a plan," Matty protests, voice muffled.

"I don't not believe you," George agrees, "but I have an idea, ok?"

Matty steps back and looks up at George, asking, "Is it a good idea? Better than whatever the hell I'm doing here?"

George chuckles. "I think it's a good idea."

"'k," Matty agrees.

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we go up to the studio. We'd get outta London, have a little bit more room to breathe, go outside, go a little less-"

"Mental?" Matty interjects.

"Well, I wasn't going to say mental, but, uh, yeah, I guess."

Matty nods. "'s a good idea. I like that idea. Can we do that?"

George smiles, saying, "Yeah, I think so. I've been workin' it out."

"God, you're brilliant," Matty says. "Really. Absolutely, completely brilliant. I'm gonna return all the Amazon shit."

George laughs. "Gonna let the office be?"

"For now."

#my fic #real life footage of me cutting my own bangs and going crazy during covid lockdowns

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mushroom-for-art · 2 years ago

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Sequel to Stormy Night Panic, Maple belongs to our lovely @cinnatwo and Moth is our joint son causing problems on purpose

And Three became Six

"Something must have happened!! Rosy is late! And Rosy is never late! She always arrives a few days early!! And you know why?! And I quote!" The fluffy tailed mew with yellow paws ranted, she moved her paws to her cheeks to fluff them up similarly to how the missing companion Rosy does, she battered her eyelids and spoke in a voice similar to Rosys, "well, I often try to get to these things on time but with my luck I always end up in some situation that makes me late," Maple paused to mimic Rosys laugh, "so I guess I just get here early to counteract that." She shook her head quickly. "End quote!" Her voice back to normal as she flailed her arms in distress.

Moth watched her fly back and forth ranting about how something was clearly wrong. "AND it is not as though we just haven't seen her yet, whenever she gets here she always goes about collecting berries and cuts them up into little cubes to to into flavor fruit bowls made of leaves and I haven't seen any evidence of such! So she's not here!"

"Oh so that's what this is about, no fruit bowls?" Moths tone was as usual far too casual and jokey for Maples liking as he smiled at her casually as she felt her temper flaring.

"Moth. Now is not the time for such jokes! She could be in real danger and all you do is make senseless quips?! What is the matter with you!!" Maple gestured with her paws wildly in frustration contemplating attempting to strange the other.

"I already checked in with her while you were rambling, quick psychic ping, she says she's fine and I believe her I ain't gonna press." He shrugged casually as Maple stared at him for quite a few moments.

"You got in touch with her and DIDN'T TELL ME?!?!" Maple moved to grab Moths shoulders choosing to shake and rattle him rather than strangle as he made a series of noises as he was shaken about.

He pulled her hands off of his shoulders though taking a few minutes as his world spun before speaking, "in fairness you never gave me a chance to speak around your ranting." Maple growled at him and he only smiled at her casually.

"Rosy said she's gonna be late because something came up."

"What in the world possibly came up that stopped her coming to meet us? Is she hurt?"

"She said she was fine, I dunno maybe some orphan Duckletts needed swimming lessons."

"Moth."

"What I'm not entirely wrong shes been distracted by baby Pokemon before and baby humans."

"A! OF COURSE! HUMANS! THAT'S WHAT'S KEEPING HER! WE NEED TO GO GET HER NOW!" Moth felt his ears ringing as Maple yelled in furious confidence that their companion must have been captured by humans and was lying to protect them and they needed to go free her and destroy said humans right now.

Moth groaned softly rubbing his temple as Maple looked around desperately searching for Rosys signature or hints of her signature to track her down.

"Have you considered that Rosy probably would've said and maybe she's being secretive because it's something personal or embarrassing? She probably doesn't want us barging in on her if she's going through some spiritual personal character development. Or if she got sprayed by a Skunktank."

"Rosy doesn't need any spiritual whatsamajig she's perfectly outstanding as she is! She's maybe a bit too kind and empathetic for her own good but she doesn't have any issues she needs dealing with." Maple glanced at Moth uncertain if he knew something she didn't, "Right?" Her expression fell into a scowl at his unhelpful shrug. "Oh why am I asking you you don't know anything." She grumbled in frustration.

"I know some things, like which leaves are edible," Maple audibly scoffed and rolled her eyes, "and that Rosy is pretty dang capable and you know that too. I don't think it's a human situation, she just sounds tired, she's probably just burnt herself out but she hasn't called either of us to her so we should respect that."

Maple grumbled and groaned flying back and forth in a frustrated pace, "you need to stop being good at that." She chuntered, for all his goofiness he had his undeniable moments of being wisdomous and annoyingly right in this situation. She swished back and forth in a stressed pace as Moth watched her.

"Maple, if you're worried maybe try reaching out to her? Ask how she is for yourself? Maybe see if she'll ask you to come see her? If she's tired she probably doesn't want to see big ol me and have to deal with my menacing but maybe she'll enjoy having you with her? You're her sister after all."

Maple sighed softly moving to lightly headbutt into Moths stomach and briefly nuzzle against him, "you're right..right..I'll see what she says.." She nodded against his fluff as she felt his paw rest softly on the back of her head petting her fluff softly.

"She'll appreciate you having such trust in her." Maple made a noise of appreciation at his reassurance before pulling away from him as she felt him starting to fluff her fur in the wrong direction.

"Youuu stop that you-" She smacked at his paws as she fluffed and brushed her fur back into place sticking her tongue out at him grumpily at his inappropriate menacing as he grinned playfully his ears flapping in a playful way as she turned away from him to focus on reaching out.

"Rosy? Can you hear me?" She projected her psychic voice outwards stretching reaching to find her.

"Maple?" Rosys own psychic energy met hers intertwining to create a solid connection. "I can hear you darling is everything alright? Did Moth tell you what was up?" Her tone was soft in the way it usually was with underlying exhaustion.

"He told me you'd be late? That something came up? Gosh Rosy you sound tired."

"Sorry sugar I suppose I am, just, had a lot on my paws lately, don't think I'll be able to travel for a few days, so I hope you both enjoy yourselves without me."

"How can we enjoy ourselves without you?! It's not the same, plus don't leave me to deal with this bidoof alone!"

Maple could make out the sound of Rosys laughter within the psychic connection.

"Don't be mean now, but I suppose Moth is a handful when you're alone, especially as he does love menacing you a lot.." Her tone was thoughtful and floating.

"Can I see you? Please? I'm worried about you, I want to see you and know you're in fact okay." Maple didn't hide her desperation, she knew she should've wanted for Rosy to offer but she needed to know, with Rosys history of accidents she needed to be sure she wasn't badly hurt.

"...Maple.." Rosys tone sighed softly as her tone went quiet, "I'm sorry about worrying you so much," She went quiet again, "I'm in a forest in Johto, not sure where exactly, there's a large cliff and an even bigger tree here, I'm sure you'll find me fine, just keep an eye out for a Tyranitar when you arrive maybe bring Moth to be safe." Maple's tail swishes as she listened, immediately aware that Rosy likely had a run in with said Tyranitar.

"Right, we'll head off now we'll be there lickity split!" Maple gave an affirmed nod to herself ready to start tracking Rosy down

"Oh and Maple, uh, just be ready for a surprise when you arrive." Maple face wrinkled in the same way one furrows their brow as the psychic link ended and she was left confused. She floated a few moments, blinked then quickly shook her head to get her thoughts straight.

"Moth we're going to Johto!" Maple hollered before aligning herself the way she needed to go and shooting off like a speeding bullet with Moth tilting his head to watch before flying after casually keeping a pace behind Maple as they flew.

They ducked under flocks of flying bird Pokemon and soared over the strange machines humans used to get around, though Moth couldn't resist looking in one of the windows of the long tube like machine, apparently a plane, and accidentally scaring a human passenger inside before they drifted away and rolled from the sky around each other heading down towards land.

Moth took in the scenery of Johto the forests and cities, he was glad it was Johto they were going to personally, he had some personal issues revolving around Kanto but for now they scanned the landscape. Maple spotted the large tree first flying forward with him following, she reached out with her psychic energy to search for Rosys weaving in between trees while keeping an ear out for any Tyranitar.

She zipped past the cliff previously mentioned and paused flying backwards and taking in some vines hanging down, she moved her paw touching a vine and felt her hand slip past it into a hidden outcrop. Slowly she pushed the vines aside to peer into the dark shelter, the natural sunlight illuminating light pink that she recognised immediately.

"Rosy!" Her tone was joyous as she fully entered the drowsy head of Rosy lifting from her paws and turning to look at her friend immediately beaming a large smile.

"Maple my darling you got here fast." Rosy moved slowly standing to catch Maple as she hurried forward holding her in an embrace. She saw Moth slowly entering behind, though with a bit more difficult, it wasn't the largest nest ever and Moth was bigger than them. Maple could be heard purring as she nuzzled into Rosys soft fur before she pulled away to look at her face holding it in her paws.

"What happened, tell me everything, where's the Tyranitar that hurt you? How long have you been stuck here? Where's your wound? Does it need healing?" Maple began to frantically pat and look Rosy over, quickly honing in on the dried flaking blood on her leg feeling her digits through Rosys fur to locate the new scars as Rosy only softly tutted in response.

Maple made a slight yelp as she was pulled backwards by her tail in a light tug by Moth turning to hiss at him unhappily before a soft mewing cry could be heard. Maple blinked frantically looking to Rosy confused as Rosy carefully turned to the side and moved back to where she had been revealing what previously hadn't been noticed.

Rosy lay down behind three mew kittens, the largest was the same pale pink as her back with splotches of a purple like color and pink coloring in their tail as their bouncy curled ears twitched bouncing their top tufts of fluff, Maple watched the large kitten stretch and yawn squinting with eyes not quite ready to fully open before it flopped back to lying on their stomach, besides them another more red pink colored kitten with markings like a rising sun on their face and stripes of sunlight with a singular heart shape at the end of their tail and curly cheeks like their mother, and finally to the largest other side the smallest kitten of them all with a fuzzy half curled collar fluff and a short kinked tail they were a lighter shade of pink than Rosy with slightly darker pinks and purple hues on their toes tail and ears with a half folded much too large ear that they'll probably eventually grow into, in fact they all had rather large ears to grow into.

Maple's mouth opened and shut, and opened again to shut as Rosy gently groomed the top of the largest head flattening the tufts of fur before they bounced back up again in defiance.

"I thought I sensed some extra signatures with you," Moth stepped past the still shocked Maple as he crouched down to lay on his stomach offering a paw out and softly touching the tip of the runts nose who immediately started kicking and squirming spitting and hissing in fiesty blindness swatting with baby paws to attack whatever was touching their nose clearly aware Moth wasn't mom.

"You…so.." Maple started struggling for words, "they're, yours?" Rosy nodded as she carefully scooped up her hissing kitten to groom their fluff.

"I was, hoping to make it in time to be with you both when I gave birth but the tyranitar attack uh kind of ruined that plan," Rosy laughed awkwardly, "went into labor prematurely right here, been well figuring out motherhood ever since."

"And, you've been here all alone?! Why didn't you call for us? We would've came immediately!" Maple's tone was distressed and frustrated that she wasn't able to do anything to help.

"I tried, I honestly did but I wasn't strong enough when it first happened and, then I felt too awkward as I didn't know how to bring it up." Rosys ear twitched to the side as she made another awkward laugh putting down her settled kitten, "and I haven't been alone, I met another Mew here this is one of his nests actually, he's been taking care of me and the kids he's been wonderfully helpful, he even healed my leg while I was in labor and kept me company letting me crush his paw, he's just out collecting food he'll probably be back later."

Moths ears were vertical as he listened, sure they all managed to find each other but it was rare for them to meet other mews and he was intrigued. Maple seemed more suspicious.

"And, have you and this other Mew, met before?" Her gaze falling to the kittens.

"No never, I would've introduced you to him had I known him a while."

"So how'd you make these? What recipe did you follow?" Moth was staring at the kittens in wonderment.

"I, well, I'm not sure, I think it was some flowers I saw, they had an unusual but wonderfully pleasant scent and I've never seen such flowers before but I'd heard stories of Mews born from plants, and perhaps those stories hold true or at least are a bit more metaphorical."

Moth nodded his head, "I've heard of that, rare things those flowers they're supposed to have come from the tree of life that Arceus made, so I can see that."

Maple watched feeling more than a bit lost as they discussed becoming pregnant by some flower watching the kittens roll around and make various chirps.

"Maple? You okay?" Rosy looked over to her in concern, worried it was perhaps a bit much for her. Maple blinked again, slowly approaching and sitting next to Moth.

"Yea..yea just..a lot to take in..cant believe our trio is a sixlet now.." Rosy moved, reaching out a paw to hold Maples reassuringly, giving it a squeeze.

"I suppose we are aren't we," Rosy smiled gently picking up the runt with her tail and placing then gently in Maples lap, they wiggled and hissed but seemed to settle after discovering Maples soft long fur kneading it and beginning to purr, "this is Pecan," Maple chuckled softly.

"Like the nut?"

"Well, it was more cause of his tail, thought of those pesky pikas that used to raid our berry stash and well Pika turned to Pecan." Maple chuckled again at Rosys thought process.

"This big lad is Drift, not long after birth he showed some brief ability floating and nearly drifted away, and he's always trying to escape so Drift. And my little baby madam here is Sunbeam, you can probably tell why, the sun was rising as she was born and the light blessed her face as it shined on her."

"Woah for real?" Moth asked, amazed as Drift attacked his paw.

"No," Rosy laughed, "She came out looking like this, it was still night."

"Ahh! Tricking me! Deceiving me! Horrid wicked sister!" Rosy laughed at Moths dramatics as Maple gently held Pecan in her arms gently rocking him.

"They're perfect Rosy…you did an amazing job…"

"Thank you Maple, I can't wait for them to open their eyes and start seeing the world, I'm so glad that their aunt and uncle will be some of the first things they see." Rosy smiled as Maple let out a faint purr. They were a little family and their family had just gotten that bit bigger and it was perfect.

#My writing #Rosy the mew #Maple the mew #Moth the mew #@cinnatwo oc #cinnatwos Maple #Maple forever the voice of reason and caution but also slightly over worrier #We love her tho #Moth being a menace #Maple just like?? You got a secret boyfriend??? Nani ??#Was gonna have Mud but that was gon have conflict and decided I couldnt be arsed #Moth being aware and saying nothing XD he knew there was extra mew but didn't tell maple #Moth absolutely like oh man I want one #pokemon

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bloodybusiness · 3 months ago

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Find ways to live with the absence, though Nick wasn't entirely sure he might say he was 'living with' anything. More like haunted by ghosts and drowning them out with booze. There would be a slip here and there, a glimpse of the old Nick. A boisterous laugh, all charm and wit. Somewhere beyond the exhaustion and drunkenness. Suresh had seen him at his lowest. All rage and bitterness that had evolved into a lack of care. "And you're fine with that? Seeing me....'live with it'? The liquor isn't going to go away. Neither is the nerve damage, or the working, or the anger." Not that Suresh would be a target of that anger, not unless he or someone under him had screwed up, but never a casualty of another outside of his control. His aim with his rage had been mostly direct, save for the immediate trauma and aftermath. "If you're hoping for some miraculous change...that ain't coming. This is who I am." Damn the people that always gave whispers that it would get better. They hadn't felt loss like that. Twice in his life.

As Suresh spoke, the mention of knowing Nick made his eyes drop to the floor, fingers tapping on the counter. He hated hearing that from anyone. Everyone had their varied opinions on who he was. He was the charmer and the snake, all smiles and a cutting silver tongue. To others, he was the boss. Not one to be trifled with, hunched over a desk or out doing business. It always varied and some days, he couldn't tell which one he was. While Adelaide 'knew' him, there was also the acknowledgement that she turned a blind eye. When things got gritty, when he had to get his hands or someone else's hands dirty, there was the understanding to not speak of it. "Do you? Know me? A lot of people think they do." And then there was also the matter of accepting it. There wouldn't be normalcy between them. No mundane life. Suresh wasn't a surgeon and he wasn't a businessman. Those were lives they could have lived, not who they actually were.

And then the French. Oh, Nick couldn't even look at him as the fucking Parisian French rang in his ears. He heard the step forward, taking a breath. Biting down on the inside of his cheek, his fingers still tabbing on the smooth surface of the counter. Now he was the one in a difficult position. Here he had been expecting Suresh to bow out, save them both the trouble. "Couyon..." he muttered under he breath. It was easy to say in theory. Just a few words...and yet they caught in his throat. It was easier to lie about it. Flash a smile, say some pretty words, it didn't have to mean anything and he would get what he wanted. As much as he appreciated the vulnerability Suresh displayed, had asked him to, it was harder for him. Drinking was one thing, a side effect. But Suresh wasn't in his head when the darker thoughts got too loud, when he had to question his own decisions. When everything seemed like the wrong choice. Confidence was easy to pass off, but it wasn't always there. Not when it came to something so....genuine. Something he wasn't. He let out an aggravated groan before speaking again. "Je te veux. Mais je ne peux pas dire comment. Moi j'connais pas." It was an honesty. Not something he often did. "Si vous cherchez des garanties… ce n'est pas moi. Les choses ont tendance à mal tourner autour de moi. J'ai accepté cela."

There was a lot going on in between the words. And Suresh was doing his best to just listen to what was said and not infer. To listen, he looked down at this socks on the floor. Still dressed in day old clothing that he'd slept in. Trying not to replay every tease, every poke over the last year. When had it changed? -Supposed to be.- Supposed to be? He nodded. He understood. How many funerals had he attended as the director in the last eight years? There was no 'moving on' there was only 'living with.' Suresh had loved Adelaide in his own small way. The only body he'd ever cried over. "No one moves on. They just find ways to live with the absence. Your grief is yours. No one else's business." He couldn't see Nick's left hand from where they both stood. But he knew the wedding band was there. Suresh did not compare himself to Adelaide. It would never occur to him to think he could replace her. All he had ever done was try to show up in a way that helped Nick bare some of the pain. Suresh knew who and what Nick was. All of the pieces of him that had been reassembled after the accident and glued back together with trauma, work and alcohol.

He had forced himself to speak in English. To make sure he was very clear in his feelings about the ugly question. It was too important for their friendship or whatever other thing they were dancing around right now. What were they talking about right now? Two years was a short time for what? When Nick turned Suresh forced himself to look the other man in the eyes. He made another annoyed noise at the comment and heard Nick's accent creeping out. Suresh's own voice was calmer as he retorted, "I was mad at the apology. Not the space."

He took a deep breath and looked at the other, mirroring his body posture hands behind him on the counter. He listened and nodded. He did know how Nick felt about inter-Syndicate fraternization. Another reason why the kiss had been a surprise. The comment about there being a reason was again almost the words. Close. His mind drifting to what Nick had been saying to him right before the kiss. The last listed number made Suresh raise an eyebrow. "Bon." He shook his head, smiling, despite himself, as he bent forward at the last comment. He looked up at Nick, "I know you don't 'need' someone. That you can 'have' anyone. I think I've made it pretty clear that I don't 'need' anyone either. This--" He pointed between them, "This is not about need. Or replacement. Or loneliness. I know who you are. And you know who I am." For a long time Suresh had always figured that he would rather die than say what he was about to say out loud. Because it had felt like a bridge too far. There was no scenario where this would ever be safe to say. But here they were and Suresh had been wrong. But he had told Nick he would try to be vulnerable. And this was all of it. The last. He straightened up and took one step forward slipping into French, his voice low, like people could be listening even here, words he never thought he would say out loud. "Je n'ai pas besoin de toi. Je te veux. Je veux que tu me touches. Je veux t'embrasser." He felt his feet get heavy as he moved forward just a step more before he had to stop, still about a foot away. "Mais je m'inquiète trop. C’est mon problème. J'ai besoin de t'entendre dire que tu me veux aussi. Juste une fois. Sans alcool. Dans la lumière crue du jour." Suresh paused and added in English, "It may seem silly but can you do that for me, Nick? If you can't I understand. But then that's the end of it. I'll leave. But if it's up to me. I'd like to stay."

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xxstarryxeyedxx · 1 year ago

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[Ballrooom e Youkoso]

(anime) 24 ep, 24 min. 9/7/2017

Studio: Production I.G

Script:Kenichi Suemitsu

Producer: Tetsuya Kinoshita

Sports anime focused on ballroom dancing.I remember seeing this anime around shortly after I saw Yuri!!! On Ice and thought it would be a similar vibe.I was excited when I saw the visuals,the dynamic,elongated and kind of uncanny proportions the characters had.It's theme as well,as I am not drawn towards sports anime.To my dissapointment,the plot was quite mediocre,pretty much everything was,to the point where I'm still confused.Did I watch this anime because I did want to see what happens,or was it a comfortable backround for multi-tasking and I felt too far in to find another one and just cut it entirely?

We see Takara Fujita,a highschooler struggling to find what he wants to do with his future.He seems to have quite a few "basic" options but his lower class life and the fact that nothing moves him enough to pursue it passionately,leave him frustrated and confused.He stumbles upon a dance studio,by accident,with one of the tutors there,a world-wide ball room dancing champion,thinks that Tatara wants to take lessons in dancing and drags him inside.Coincidentally,in the same studio,a girl that Takara has a crush on from school seems to be taking lessons as well.Only difference is that she,is a pro competitor athlete.Seeing his confidence slightly boosted from immersing himself in the world of ballroom dancing and his sights on said girl,he is motivated enough to give it all a try.

I don't know much about ball room dancing and having this series as a first major contact with it aside from a few performance videos,I don't think I am doing it much justice.It always rubbed me the wrong way,how in the latin category of this competitive sport,even the younger competitors had to look "sexy" and mature.And I am talking 10 year old kids.In Ballroom e Youkoso,they are teens and it doesn't go much into that category of the sport thankfully,but,in classic anime degenerate fashion,comments are made towards the women and girls of the story,no matter their ages,for the sake of comedy.As if that was not enough there is a lot of,in my opinion,blatant sexism or not so blatant in other cases regarding the roles of men and women within ballroom dancing,with the rhetoric used.This,could be something prominent in the sport itself,but I am in no position to comment on that,aside from the anime's presentation of it.You have your slight touch of body shaming as well but unfortunately,typical for such a setting.

Story wise,it really is nothing special.Though some plot points and the drama of it all,had me wanting to see how would the series go about the fundamentals it had set.Of course,on the topic of drama,you get your overdramaticised dancing scenes where the characters talk so unbelievably much or are presented so intensly,it kind of becomes laughable rather than immersing.As much as there were moments that peaked my interest there were just as many that had me quite bored.Admittedly there are some pretty well written characters.There is a general "air of queerbaiting" in this series,however I have to give to them the inclusion,though quite sneakily (because of TV guidelines I assume),the inclusion of a clearly queer woman near the end of the show,who has a longtime crush to one of the female leads of the story.

There were definetly moments that a scene made me shiver from how nice it looked or moments that made me smile by how wholesome they were however I feel like they could have done so ,so much more with the story.So many more characters to be given more important roles that went to waste,moments that could have been much more tension-filled or elevated.One of the main female leads I had mentioned before,speaks up about how she feels with the way women are treated in this sport,actively making a point about it and standing her ground.However,she oftne times gets ignored or does things that are entirely out of character ,in favor of the more male centered narrative surrounding Takara.As much as I personally enjoyed him as a protagonist.A smaller and probably the last issue I have with this show and will talk about,circling back to what I mentioned earlier,is how the characters are supposedly 15,16 maybe 17 at most and the way their bodies are drawn,they look like grown adults.It's an aesthetic choice,to hyper focus on the athlete body,but it still rubs me off the wrong way.

This is my longest entry yet I think,because this anime dissapointed me more than I thought it would and ended up finding myself expecting more of it.In my opinion it's mostly suitable to have into the backround,if you decide to watch it.I will not be reading the manga and truly,all the credits go to a few super nicely written characters and the pretty visuals in this series.

6/10

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lowkeyerror · 2 years ago

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I Know You

Diana Prince x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: None

Summary: You're pretty sure your best friend is Wonder Woman, so you confront her.

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There were things in life you didn't often question. Why do people put blueberries in their pancakes? What kind of person takes lactose intolerance seriously? Would aliens even care about human life?

Those were things you let the universe handle. However, there was one single question that circled endlessly around your mind.

Was Diana Prince Wonder Woman?

Diana was a friend of yours. A friend that you wanted to be more than friends with. A woman that was the epitome of perfection. She had the brains, the beauty, and the confidence.

Yet it seemed that Diana didn't have many other friends. She kept you close, but still at arm's length away from her. It was as if she was trying to protect you from herself.

There might have been a more logical reason as to why things were that way, but you did not come up with it. You had seen Wonder Woman in the press and even up close in person.

The resemblance between her and Diana was uncanny. It was so startling that the first time you saw Wonder Woman, you had actually called her Diana. To your surprise, she looked at you and then continued her fight.

There wasn't a manual about confronting your possibly super powered friends. If there was, you would've found it by now.

You invited Diana over for dinner, which she gladly accepted. Acting normal was harder than you thought. Every nerve in your body is on edge.

" Y/n, is everything alright," she asks as the two of you sit on the couch.

The thought blurts out of your mouth without filter," Are you Wonder Woman?"

Diana's eyes widen as she sputters to answer. You cut her off before she speaks," What is this reaction? This is not a regular reaction."

Diana tries to cover it up," Well, that's not a regular question."

You scoff, "Not if you're actually her. I mean, anyone else would've looked at me like I was crazy, but you… you looked exposed."

" The questions caught me off guard. One second we're sitting on the couch and the next you're accusing me of being Wonder Woman."

You point at her," Which you still haven't denied."

Her efforts at playing coy only make you more suspicious," Of course I'm not Wonder Woman."

" You don't sound too sure. Let me borrow the lasso of truth to see if you're honest or not."

For a second, you can see the thoughts zooming through her head. She looked as though she was going to actually present you with the lasso of truth.

You stand, "Ah ha! I saw that. You were reaching for the lasso because you have it."

Diana shifts in her spot," Y/n I am not Wonder Woman and you know that. Come on, you know me."

" I do know you, but there are things you keep from me. Things that you are extremely guarded about. Like for example, your love life."

This causes Diana to blush," My love life? I'm not seeing anyone."

" Exactly, Diana! That doesn't make any sense. You looked like you were carved by the gods themselves. Your vast knowledge of literally almost anything is beyond impressive. The compassion you have for even the shittiest people is only something I can describe as hero-like. You're telling me no one wants to date you?"

By the end of your spiel, Diana blush has spread over nearly her entire face," Did you ever think about me not wanting to date anyone?"

You nod," I did, and the reason you don't want to date anyone is because you're Wonder Woman. That could put them in danger, and you'd never forgive yourself if anything happened to them."

Diana sits back on the couch a bit and closes her eyes," If that was the case, would it be so wrong."

You sit back down next to her," If that were the case, I think it would be unfair to yourself."

" Why?"

Your hand slips into hers," Because Diana, you deserve to be loved."

She speaks softly as her thumb traced the back of your hand," I can't keep anything from you, can I? You're always figuring me out."

Now it was you blushing at the tone of her voice, "Is that a bad thing?"

" No, but how did you even find out?"

You laugh lightly," For one, l you look just like her. The second thing is that Wonder Woman looked at me when I called her Diana."

Diana facepalmed," I knew it, if it wasn't, you calling I wouldn't have even looked."

Though it was your theory, you were still pretty stunned," I can't believe you're her. Diana you're amazing."

" You flatter me too much."

You shake your head," I don't think I've done it nearly enough."

The way your eyes were focused on her made Diana want to melt. The adoration you had for the woman next to you was captured in your stare.

" You want to see the lasso?"

" Of course I want to see the lasso," you clap your hands together.

The lasso glows as she removes it from its hiding place. You reach out to touch it and gasp when Diana wraps the rope lightly around your wrist.

" Do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you nod your head. Diana smiles at your obedience.

" Would you ever tell anyone that I am Wonder Woman?"

" No," it leaves from your mouth without your permission. You look down at the rope, in disbelief.

Diana chuckles at your amusement," It compels you to tell the truth, if you're ready or not. Does my power scare you?"

" No, it's intriguing," you feel your skin heat at the admission.

Diana looks into your eyes, bottom lip between her teeth," Why do you always look at me like that?"

Your eyes widen, and you wish you had been free of the rope," Because you are the most fascinating person I've ever met, and it would've been utterly impossible for me to not have fallen in love with you."

Your hands fly over your mouth. The rope hangs loosely around your forearm, nearly forgotten.

" I didn't mean to say that," you mumbled into your hands.

Diana was cautious as she reached for both of your hands, holding them in hers. The warmth of her hands felt welcoming in your cold ones.

" Y/n, you mean more to me than anyone has in centuries. I would love nothing more than to call you mine… but I must warn you. Whether I like it or not, I have to be a hero first. I'd like to always be here for you, and I'll try my damnedest, but I can't make you that promise. If you don't want this, I understand, but if you will have me, I can promise you my eternal love."

You caught the most powerful woman in the world by surprise as you yanked her into you. Your lips pressing against hers in a needy fashion. Her hands squeezed your waistline as yours circled behind her neck.

When the kiss broke, your foreheads were pressed together. You pecked her lips again, enjoying the weight of her on top of you.

" I will have you as long as you allow me to."

Her eyes were pure as they peered into yours. Diana's hand caressed your face," You are my person."

You melted under her gaze, holding her close as possible. You were prepared for whatever trials and tribulations you had to go through. As long as you had Diana, you knew the tough times would pass.

#lowkeyerror #wonder woman imagine #diana prince imagine #diana prince x reader #diana prince #wonder woman x reader #wonder woman

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archichilled · 3 years ago

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Insecurities [Wanda's Version]

A/N: Day 3! It's been a lot of fluff so far, and it's going to continue to be fluff for a while (i think, at least) but this one could be a lil triggering or uncomfortable for some people since it talks about being insecure about your body. Other than that, it's a little bit suggestive. After that it's just pure fluff. So i hope ya'll enjoy it :)

You were staring at yourself in the mirror again, your baggy hoodie over your head but not entirely down your body as you stared at it with a frown. You always hated how you looked under all your clothes, and you hated it more knowing that you were with one of the most beautiful people in the world, Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda always knew how deep your insecurities stemmed, from how your parents treated you badly to all the bullies who made your life a living hell, and even now when you were a grown adult people were still dragging you down. It made her really sad that you were constantly reminded of the world's beauty standards because she knew how bad it could get.

Your girlfriend was on the couch, preparing some popcorn and soda while you got changed because you had just come home from work. Wondering why you were taking so long, Wanda decided to check in on you and now here she was, peeking through the slightly ajar door while you judge your body in silence.

With a defeated sigh, you pull the hoodie down and turn to leave your room, causing Wanda to scramble back to the couch not wanting to be seen by you. As you exited the room, she had already made her way to the couch and tried her best to not look suspicious. Unable to see the expression on her face, you just sat down beside her and prepared to watch the movie with her.

Wanda noticed that you were sitting rather far from her and that you haven't been touching any of the popcorn or soda. Her earlier fears were realized as you continually shifted and hid your stomach with your arms. She eventually had enough of this and called to you. "Y/N, come here."

Your head whips in her direction and you furrow your brows. "Hm?"

She scoots closer to you and pats her lap. "Come here. I wanna cuddle."

You blink several times and you look at her lap, then to your own. "Wanda, I don't think—" "Please, lyubov? I wanna cuddle with my girl."

You sigh and you climbed onto her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck as you avoided her gaze. Wanda immediately notices this and she intertwines her fingers with your hair, kissing your cheek softly. "What's wrong, Y/N?" You shook your head, refusing to ruin the night with your insecurities. "Y/N, malyshka, please tell me. I saw you earlier."

You move away from her slightly, letting your hands drop to your lap as you looked down. "Wanda... why am I like this? Why is my body like this? Why can't I be pretty like you?" The instant you said that Wanda's heart broke. She immediately cupped your cheeks as she saw tears escape your eyes, thumbing them away as they cascade downwards. "Baby... baby, no. You are pretty. Baby, you're so beautiful."

"Then why can't I see it for myself?" You say before you broke out in a sob, hiding your face in your hands as Wanda pulled you close and engulfed you in a hug. You let out loud sobs that ached your heart, and Wanda sat there in silence as you air out all your frustrations. She knew you just needed to let it all out, for now, she didn't want to cut you off because she knew it was important for you to not keep things to yourself. Even if it hurt her listening to you degrade yourself, it was important for her to know what you were insecure about to help you find your confidence later on.

Once your sobs were silenced, you pull away from her hug and you wipe away the remnants of your tears. "I'm sorry for ruining movie night. I just feel so stupid for being like this and you always have to deal with it."

You feel Wanda pull your hands down and she intertwines her fingers with yours while looking deep into your eyes. "Hey, it's okay. I understand it. But you don't have to be insecure about anything, malyshka. I love you the way you are. Besides..." you felt her hand crawl up your leg and it grazes your thigh. "I love your body."

You felt a blush emerge from your cheeks as she leans in close and whispers something into your ear. "Especially if it's under mine and covered in kisses." The heat in your cheeks intensified as you embarrassedly push her away. "Wanda!"

She laughs loudly at your reaction, cooing at how red your face had become while you cover your face in embarrassment. She pulls your hands away once more and kisses your knuckles lovingly. "But jokes aside, milaya, you are beautiful. And I love you for everything that you are."

"Really?" You asked her expectantly and she nods.

"I love how beautiful your eyes gleam when you look at me." She says while kissing the space between your eyes.

"I love the crinkle in your nose when you cringe at my jokes." She kisses the tip of your nose which causes you to momentarily close your eyes.

"I love the way your lips contort into a beautiful smile and how adorable your laugh is." She presses a quick kiss on your lips causing you to smile.

"And I love you because of how much of a kind person you are. You have an amazing heart. And I don't care what other people say. I will love you regardless of their words."

"I love you too, baby. So much." You say honestly and you cup her cheeks. "Thank you for being here for me. You're amazing."

Wanda smiles and leans in close. "And so are you, baby."

Her lips meet yours and you melted into her kiss. Through her kiss, she shows you how much she truly loved you and how thankful she is that she has you. The kiss leaves you breathless, but you refuse to pull away. Your heart burned with passion as your fingers intertwined with her hair while Wanda places her hands on your hips, gripping you in place.

Wanda didn't care how many times she had to prove to you that she loves you and that you're enough the way you are, seeing you react like this to her touch and kiss was always enough.

She loved you, and you knew without a doubt that you loved her.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda x female reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff mcu #wanda maximoff marvel #wanda mcu #wanda marvel #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x female reader #scarlet witch mcu #scarlet witch marvel #elizabeth olsen #drabble #archichilled

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years ago

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(u can choose for it to be a hc or anything) the brothers go to the dentist with MC and see the process of her wisdom teeth getting removed

Ok! I actually haven't had mine removed, but I have had similar dental work so I am going to base it on that!

So I got REALLY into this for a few days and then I forgot where I was going with it so it turned into headcannons with a super long intro instead of an imagine... Hope you like it!

Warnings: Mentions Dental work, Mentions Needles, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of surgical procedures

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Brothers Reacting to a Wisdom Teeth Removal

MC had been crying out in pain for the past couple of weeks. They had continually mentioned their teeth or jaw being the source of the problem. The Brothers did all they could in the Devildom, but in the end they decided take MC to the human world to see a dentist.

"Well, it looks like your wisdom teeth are coming in. There doesn't seem to be much room left for them, so I would suggest an extraction." The dentist looked at the x-rays and back to MC who was currently surrounded by 7 scared men.

"Extraction!? Ain't no way you are taking anything from my Hum-," Mammon caught himself, "...MC."

The doctor eyed him suspiciously before going back to the x-rays. Lucifer sighed, "Mammon. He is not taking anything. This is going to help MC."

"Will it hurt?" Beel had made his way through the crowd of his Brothers to talk to the doctor.

"They won't feel a thing while they're under. There could be some aching after the procedure, but as long as it is properly taken care of there will be no complications."

The Brothers breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"I'll go through with it." MC pipes up.

The doctor smiles and says, "Wonderful. You can set up an appointment and get the paperwork at the front desk." He then turned on his heel shutting the door behind him, leaving MC and the Brother alone in the room.

"Are you sure this is the best idea, MC?" Levi's voice shakes as he speaks.

"It'll be fine guys. This is a common human procedure, plus I have all of you to help me afterwards." This seemed to easy their qualms. MC went to the front desk and scheduled the surgery sometime during the next week.

Before they knew it, a week had almost passed and the procedure was to take place the next morning. All of the Brothers were frantically running around trying to prepare until Lucifer finally got their attention.

"I want all of you to listen closely," He stood tall and spoke to his brothers now gather in front of him.

"MC is not allowed to eat anything after dinner tonight. They are only allowed to drink water," Beel's face turned sullen, as MC was usually his partner in crime for midnight raids of the fridge.

"The surgery is said to take two hours," Levi's face lit up at the thought of being home early enough to join his team in game and maybe even have MC assist. Only for it to fall again as Lucifer continued, "But before we come home, we will need to pick up some human pain medicine for when the medicine from the surgery wears off."

Asmo seemed quite intrigued with the mention of shopping in the human world, but his thoughts were cut short when Lucifer added, "And we will not be picking up anything else."

Lucifer sighed before continuing, "I have already made a shift schedule for who will take care of MC when we get home. It is in the center of the table." Satan reached for the paper as Lucifer droned on while Mammon peered over his shoulder.

"I will also be giving you instructions on how to change out the guaze and other things to stay away from." Lucifer gave the stack of packets to Belphie who didn't even take one. He just yawned and passed them to Beel.

"MC will be unable to participate in most activities for at least four days. So put any schemes you have on hold until they feel better. Understood?" Lucifer's words were stern as he glared at all of his Brothers.

"Understood." They all groan in unison.

MC, meanwhile, had taken their seat at the table and has began to fill their plate.

Satan grabs his pamphlet and sits across from MC. He quickly flips through the papers before skeptically looking up at them.

"You are confident that this is safe?" He eyes the human nervously as they swallow their food.

"Sure it can't be that bad. Some of my friends had it done and they're still alive." The brothers look between themselves as they all begin to read the possible outcomes of the procedure.

Dinner ends with everyone but MC and Beel leaving their plates mostly full. Slowly they all go their separate ways to their rooms.

When morning arrives, Lucifer wakes everyone up. He quickly goes through the house and rushes everyone out the door in order forC to get to the human world on time. It takes a lot of effort, but the group eventually makes it up to the office in one piece.

Asmo sits next to MC holding their hand and talking to them, "They better not mess up your face. If they so much as make a wrinkle on your skin. I will personally tear them apart."

MC chuckles, "Asmo. They have to have something to keep my mouth open. Don't be so dramatic."

As MC finishes their statement, their name is called and the group goes back with them.

They watch as the dentist helps MC into the chair resembling a torture device as he talks to them.

"You should be out for about two hours, you didn't eat or drink anything correct?"

MC shakes their head no and the doctor smiles before putting on his surgical mask, "Great! Then let's start the procedure."

The brothers gather around MC gently laying their hands on the human's body as the needle penetrates the human's arm.

"I'll be fine guys... Don't worry... One... Bit..." They watch as MC's head slowly lulls towards them. They look at the doctor in fear only to be quickly ushered out by the nurses.

Thankfully, there was a small room where they could sit and watched MC being worked on.

As they watched horror struck their faces.

💙 Lucifer

He really just trusted the process and had no idea what was going to happen.

So when he sees a tube being shoved down MC's throat he is upset and nearly breaks down the glass.

Then he remembers that MC is doing this to feel better and restrains himself.

But only because MC wants this done.

💛 Mammon

Mammon did not like this idea from the beginning! It sounded to dangerous and no one should be taking ANYTHING from MC (besides him).

Definitely was not happy when he started to watch them cut into their gums and blood started to get everywhere.

Lucifer and Beel had to hold him back so he didn't rampage.

Immediately grabs MC when this is all over and does not let them go.

🧡 Leviathan

Levi thought this would be a quick and easy process because it was only going to take two hours.

So they pull out a tooth and that is it right? Wrong.

He is horrified when he realizes they have to cut the teeth out and sew MC back together.

Why would they agree to something so invasive!? Why is this normal for humans!?

💚 Satan

He did a bunch of research and was the reason they went to a human dentist in the first place.

He knew what the entire procedure would entail and even tried to tell MC that it was pretty intense.

But he wasn't going to go against MC's wishes if they wanted to get it done.

Definitely stepped out of the room when it was happening... He didn't want to see it.

💖 Asmodeus

Asmodeus was fine to do anything that MC agreed with, then he saw them pulling their cheeks back and he got angry.

He was quite upset that they were stretching MC's precious skin! They could get wrinkled! And don't even get him started on the tube in their throat.

He wanted to march into the room and stopped them, but he remembered how much pain MC was in and that they needed to get it done.

He will get revenge later. Right now, he is focusing on MC.

❤ Beelzebub

Beel just wants to make sure MC is safe and feeling better no matter the cost or procedure.

So when he starts to see all the terrible stuff happening, he steps out with Satan to get some snacks.

By the time he comes back full, the procedure is over and he can walk in with everyone else as they wait for MC to wake up.

He did save MC one bag of chips... he was worried about them not eating breakfast...

💜 Belphegor

Belphie would be upset at what's happening, but more upset that he can't be next to MC to take a nap.

He definitely cares about them being safe, but he knows they agreed to it and human procedures are weird so he isn't too worried.

He just wants to take a nap and he needs his human pillow.

He will lean on MC's arm and immediately fall asleep whenever he is allowed in to see a groggy MC.

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