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merbear25 · 1 year ago
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I don't care if next to no one will see this it looks so fun, so I went on to do it anyway! I like what I like, what can I say? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Starting from upper left to right: Caesar Clown (One Piece), Johann Faust VIII (Shaman King), Choso (jjk), Charles Grey (Black Butler), Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach), Vash the Stampede (Trigun, specifically the 98 version), Arthur Kirkland (Hetalia), Roronoa Zoro (One Piece), Whis (Dragon Ball Super).
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a-ikuoliver · 2 months ago
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[prologue] — after another date ruined by your needy roommate, fifteenth to be exact, you hatch a revenge plot that'll either end with you moving out or finally scratching the itch that's been driving you insane.
w/c: 1.2k warning/s: f!reader, making out notes: i am having so much fun imagining annoying this man to death — don't expect serious storytelling here lmao inspo/acknowledgements: loosely inspired by how to lose a guy in 10 days + what's your number (rom-com/chick flick vibes)
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fourteen. that's how many times your roommate had called you mid-date, mid hookup, god, even mid-masturbation in the time you'd been living under the same roof.
"what could you possibly want?" you hope he can't hear your panting, hope he doesn't hear your dates chuckle, hardly muffled by your hand pressed over his mouth, your other tucking the phone snugly between your shoulder and ear, reaching between your thighs for your dates belt with your now-free hand.
"is that any way to speak to a friend in need?" you roll your eyes, his voice thick over the phone as he lazily spoke, you could practically hear that infuriating smile he always had plastered on his lips through the technology. your hips jump, the deep sound zapping through your nerves; already pent up from kissing after… you can't even remember how many months without a date ending like this.
breathless, you respond in a tone you hope has at least a little venom threaded through it, more than a little irritation, "spit it out, aiku."
"need your key, i locked mine inside." your body slacks on top of the brunet beneath you, defeat filling you, your head falling forward with a silent groan, "you're kidding, right?"
fifteen.
he chuckles at your despair, a deep sound that echoes down the line, sounding just as unapologetic as he truly is, "sorry, pretty, you'll be good, won't you?"
tonight might be the night you kill him.
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you'd had roommates before, accustomed to the arguments about chores, about mess, about bills, about noise, meeting eye-to-eye with oliver on every issue. the only problem with your apparent heaven-sent roommate? his habit of interrupting your dates, of cock-blocking you, leaving you at some level of unsatisfied the entire time you shared the apartment — some weeks it was bearable, more like a dull ache in your stomach, others having you about to claw and scratch at the walls.
"call me? we can do this again some other time?" leaning over the threshold, you press a final, sultry kiss to the brunet's lips, sliding a slip of paper with your number in it into his pocket as you did; your hope at a rain check diminishing the moment you step back, your date already tucking his belt back into its loops, thick fingers that were just gripping your thighs already tapping at his phone screen, the familiar pink and white flame symbol beneath his thumb.
you watched number fifteen slip through your fingers, probably the most attractive of all the men aiku had ripped away from you.
the final man, you decide.
you're almost certain your passenger rating had suffered dearly from all of your frustrated, angry mumbling as you sent hushed rant after hushed rant to your friends about how absurd your roommate is on your way back to the shared apartment (omitting some of the details about your intense need after making out for twenty minutes, mostly for the sake of your driver), most of them responding with meaningless gushing about how he at least was kind enough to give you free shows, the muscular expanse of his back something burned into all their minds after aiku crashed your pre-gaming session once after returning home from a game. one of them (uselessly) advising you to just bed aiku instead.
by the time the car had turned the final corner to your place, you'd stewed in your anger for too long, tossing your keys at oliver a little too hard when you face him, just after nine. he catches them (only infuriating you more, sure a vein is about to burst). he looks good, still in his clothes from the gym if you had to guess, a black shirt that clung to his biceps, and shorts that made his thighs more like tree limbs than human ones (only infuriating you more). he quirks a dark eyebrow at you, twirling the keys around his finger before sliding them into the lock.
"do you plan this?" trailing in behind him, dragging your feet as you do, you tug your keys back out of the door, too annoyed, too frustrated to even care about your roommate lifting the tight shirt over his head, gripping the collar at the back of his neck to pull it off, shoulder blades flexing and rippling with every movement, no matter how minute.
"plan what?" oliver shouts from his bedroom, keeping the door ajar, awaiting your answer as he changes.
"do you know how many men you've scared off?" you throw yourself down onto the couch dramatically, "have you bugged my phone or something? hack it so you can call me the moment i’m with a guy?" 
oliver's face splits into a grin, his expression only described as proud, mismatched eyes glimmering as he tightened the watch on his wrist, "hack you?" 
reaching for a decorative cushion, one you’d bought months ago to make the flat less of a bachelor pad, you bury your face in it, half to muffle your loud groan, half to avoid looking at him, now in slacks and a shirt you’re sure is a size too small, following every sharp plane of his shoulders, chest and hips, the top three buttons left undone to show off the tanned muscles beneath that he spent hours working on. the maddening sound of his laugh still invaded your senses, despite the stuffing around your ears.
it's like it was a talent, to sense when he was unwanted, when you were inches away from sating your craving, when all you wanted to forget all about his stupid face, his stupid deep voice, his stupid smug laugh. 
"maybe you have a sixth sense, like that kid who sees ghosts." 
"i think of it more as happy accidents." oliver dodges the cushion, his hand coming up to fix his hair as the other tosses the cushion back towards you, landing square on your chest as you groan childishly again at him. 
stupid face, stupid voice, stupid laugh, stupid reflexes. 
you track him as he moves around the apartment, eyebrows drawn down in a fiery glare as he tosses his shed clothes into the washing machine. the apartments tidy, you note, catching a glimpse of his spotless bedroom from the corner of your eye, his bed sheets crisp and pulled tightly over the mattress, pillows fluffed, every inch vacuumed and dusted.
the oliver you knew was never this clean, he pulled his weight but it’s not as if your apartment looked this brand new often. the oliver that had left no less than four sweaty shirts in the back of your car when he'd change after begging you to pick him up from training on your way home from work, the same oliver that had a varied collection of abandoned water bottles typically adorning his bedside table. this was different than tidy, there wasn't asign of mess anywhere in the apartment, counters freshly cleaned in the kitchen, still sparkling beneath the kitchen lights, not even a speck of dust along the top of the tv screen. 
it was immature, completely, utterly foolish, there's no other word for your decision, but it's impossible to talk yourself out of it as you study him, returning from the immaculate bedroom smelling musky, woody, expensive.
a happy accident he called it? your celibacy while he dates and fucks anyone he wants? while you suffer week after week with your ache growing stronger, your toys hardly working for you any more.
you refuse to see that arrogant, satisfied smile plastered on his face again.
“got a hot date tonight, aiku?”
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jaegeraether · 11 months ago
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Sunsets and footballers (Part 42)
Alexia Putellas x Character (9)
Masterlist (other parts here)
((**Mentions of Lucy/YFN.* *What happens when two dominant people start falling for each other? This... :')* *I think this is my favourite chapter so far...**))
Alexia had her arms crossed over her body as she watched Lucy and her girlfriend through the glass at the airport. Lucy was the type of person to be so brutal on the field, so dedicated in her work, and so unapologetically independent. There were occasions where she was excited enough for physical contact with people, though they were rare, because that was the soft side of her that you only see if you truly knew her well. Even then, she hid it extremely well, even when she was with Keira.
Not now though. Alexia watched Lucy and YFN move like there was a cord connected between them, their movements naturally synced and complementing each other. And then there were the looks, the longing, the love, the hopeless expressions that were exchanged with smiles and blushes, many of which were one staring without the other noticing. It made Alexia feel a lot of things to see them like this. To see Lucy be so happy, so touchy, so in love. It now made sense to her why Lucy was always lost in a daydream since she’d returned from the last international break. Because she was always thinking about her; because this was one of those things you only see in movies or read about in poetry.
“They are cute, no?”
Alexia flinched at the voice which was a lot closer than she expected. She turned to Ridley who was leant against her car, hands clasped casually behind her back as she studied Alexia’s face. Her famous all-too-neutral expression usually helped her disguise her emotions, yet she felt Ridley could see right through it. And she could. Just the slightest hint of downturned eyebrows, her mouth set a little too hard, and the biggest giveaway, her eyes. Alexia’s eyes were like an open book for her, betraying her deepest feelings, and right now she could see…longing.
“I guess.”
“I prefer absolutes.”
Alexia raised an eyebrow, her face otherwise staying the same. “Is there a way to absolutely tell if tonight is going to be awkward between the two of us?”
Ridley smiled and Alexia watched the scar on her cheek shift with the movement of her face. “Awkward is fun, no?” She pushed off from the car and opened the door, gesturing Alexia in as if she were a chauffeur. “La Reina.”
Alexia looked at the fact that she’d opened the rear car door, and not the front. She was unsure if Ridley expected her to call her bluff, but she did anyways. She slid into the back seat as if she were an actual Queen, and Ridley an actual chauffeur. Bluff called. Alexia watched a smile creep over her face at her unexpected cheekiness as she closed the door. Alexia 1, Ridley 0.
“Ridley! It’s been too long! How are you?” The restaurant owner was gushing over the couple as they came in. “And I see your taste in women is impeccable, how lucky we are for you to bring the la Reina to our little restaurant.”
Ridley shared a grin and a polite half-hug with him. Did she know everyone? “Emiliano, I hope your family are well. Yes, I’ve been busy. I took a few contracts in Dubai recently so I’ve been gone for most of the year there.”
Alexia’s interest peaked at that. That’s where she’d been?
“My daughter wants to do that one day too. She’s so excited! Won’t shut up about it. Oh well, I’m glad you’re back. You look beautiful, as do you, Miss Putellas. As luck would have it, I have your favourite table free! Follow me.”
Usually Alexia was the centre of attention. The one who lead the way and had to do all of the talking and pleasantries. Here with Ridley she felt the opposite and it was…incredibly refreshing. Alexia followed closely behind Ridley, studying her back as she walked with such confidence. They reached her ‘favourite table’ which sported a stunning view of the city, but also retained a little privacy from half of the restaurant. In addition to that, she couldn’t help but realise how humble Emiliano had been when he’d said ‘little restaurant’. It looked and felt Michelin Star. Emiliano shared a gesture with Ridley that she didn’t see, and he stepped back as Ridley took his place to push Alexia’s chair in behind her. Another new fact about Ridley she’d just learnt. Chivalry. Alexia 1 – Ridley 1.
Ridley sat opposite her and pulled her own seat in. Alexia watched the two exchange a few more pleasantries and small talk before he gave them the chef specials and recommendations and left with a smile. The restaurant was so nice that the menus didn’t have prices. Cost was never a factor for Alexia anymore, though she felt like it helped her get to know the woman opposite her a little more. Gone were the days of the mysterious woman from the bar. Or so she thought.
They weren’t speaking, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, Alexia felt very comfortable, even with the astonishingly distracting tension between the two. If Ridley felt it, she hid it well. Alexia stared at the menu, not really seeing the words until two fingers gripped the top of her menu and gently lowered it so she could see her eyes.
“Are you going to hide behind your menu all night?”
“I was considering it.” She murmured, embarrassed she’d just been called out. Usually Alexia was the cool, calm person in control.
“And deprive me of those eyes?”
There’s that cheeky audacity. She made it worse by keeping that eye contact, making Alexia feel seen. And surprisingly safe also.
Alexia thought it best to not encourage her. “Any suggestions?”
“The salmon. I dreamt about it for days after.”
Everything sounded so flirty from her mouth. Perhaps it was.
“Okay.” She said and put her menu down as if to show she was done hiding. “And for you?”
Ridley hadn’t even opened her menu.
“Emiliano suggested the sirloin. Are you okay with wine during your season?”
“Si.”
Ridley raised her hand without her elbow leaving the table, and a server appeared, as if she’d been watching. Ridley handed her both menus and ordered for both of them with a wine pairing. Alexia noticed the girl staring at Ridley as if she was in love with her, or as if they’d had sex. After a few more seconds, she would have put money on it being the latter. Her emotions were poorly covered with longing looks and presumably old memories. Ridley’s expression, however, didn’t change. It was neutral, polite, unbothered. Usually in a situation like this, the person would be extra cold, or awkward, or making it obvious that it had meant nothing to them. Ridley did none of those things because she actually cared. Alexia had noticed that about her. She was so aware of people’s feelings, her intelligence shining through and although she had a perfectly composed self, that deep part of her could be brought out. She’d seen it in the worry in her eyes last night. She’d seen it in her amused expression in the rear-view as she and YFN had their little back and forth in the car. She’d seen it in the melancholy look that appeared for a split second when Alexia had said she was going to spend Christmas with her family.
When the server was gone, Ridley’s attention turned back to her date and just when Alexia thought she’d say something teasing, she did the opposite.
“I apologise for last night, Alexia. I…mishandled the entire situation. I won’t give you any excuses. Simply, you deserved better.”
It was short and eloquent. Not riddled with personal wants and needs and reasons and excuses. Just a genuine apology. Unfortunately, that made Ridley even more attractive to her than she already was.
“I accept your apology. Thank you for saying that.”
She wondered if that was it. If that was all Ridley wanted from their dinner tonight. She really just wanted to get to know her better, and she didn’t know why.
“Can I ask you something personal?”
“Sure, I’ll try my best to answer it.”
Alexia hesitated, which she rarely did. “In the car when you asked me about Christmas, you seemed upset. Why?”
Ridley stared into her eyes as if she were wondering how honest she should be. “Because I don’t have a family. I have YFN and her nan and her brother, but we’re not biologically related.”
No family? “Why..?”
“It would dampen the mood of tonight.”
“I want to know. Besides, what do you expect from tonight?”
“I expect to have dinner with you and apologise. I’d say we’re off to a great start.”
“Ridley-”
Ridley’s eyes flashed something unknown. It was the first time she’d heard her name from Alexia’s lips.
“I’m much more than my past.”
Alexia knew that, of course, but could also tell it was Ridley’s way of asking her to stop. So she did.
“I know you are.”
Before Ridley could respond, the server was back with the wine. She held it up for Ridley to look at and she tasted it like a wine connoisseur before she accepted it. Alexia noticed the server intentionally brushing Ridley’s fingers with her own, hoping for a reaction. Most people would have reacted to the touch, but Ridley remained indifferent and polite.
“I have another question.”
“By all means.”
One of the benefits of them both having dominant personalities was their ability to be straight to the point and honest.
“What do you want from me?”
Ridley took a sip while she thought. “In general or tonight?”
“Both.”
“Tonight I wanted to apologise and make sure you have a nice meal after your game. In general, I’m not entirely sure.”
She was unsure what she wanted from her?
“Last night you said a few things I’d like clarification on.”
Ridley gave her a look that said she already knew what those things were. “I’ll do my best.”
“Four questions. Firstly, you said that you ‘come here to see’ me?”
“To the bar, yes. Exactly how you go just to see me.”
It wasn’t cockiness, it was an observant fact. She knew she was going just for her? Alexia felt herself getting shy. She was rarely shy. She pushed that aside.
“That’s fair,” she murmured. “You also said ‘I don’t think of you like that’.”
“I don’t. You’re much more than a body to me.”
“What am I?” It wasn’t one of her questions but she couldn’t help but whisper it.
Ridley frowned. “I’m not sure yet.”
“Is that why you ‘don’t know how to give me anything else’?”
“I don’t date, Alexia.”
“And you just assume that I do?”
“Do you not?”
She frowned. She did. “You didn’t give me a choice.”
“There was no choice to offer. We didn’t know each other. We still don’t.”
“We could have changed that if you hadn’t left.”
Those words hung in the air between them. Ridley had left, and she knew it would have hurt her, but she assumed it would hurt her less than actually getting to know her for who she was. Ridley didn’t open up to people. Better to leave than break her heart.
The server arrived again during their silence, and placed their food in front of them, giving an extra sweet smile to Ridley. She pretended not to see it, her eyes on Alexia.
“I’m excited for you to try that, the chef is incredible.” Ridley’s eyes flickered to Alexia’s dish while Alexia continued to stare at her.
“Why did you leave?”
She sighed and caught Alexia’s eye again.
“Because I’m not good for you.”
“Why?”
“Trust me, Alexia. I’m not good for anybody.”
“You’re good enough for the women you fuck.” Alexia’s jealousy hit like a slap in the face. Usually people enjoy seeing their partners jealous for them. Ridley, however, didn’t want to see Alexia upset in any way.
“They mean nothing to me.”
Questions swam in Alexia’s eyes. “Were you trying to push me away…?”
That surprised her. Alexia’s jealousy hadn’t hindered her confidence. She knew her worth. It was an alarmingly attractive quality for Ridley. “Yes.”
Alexia was grateful for the fact that Ridley didn’t lie. She’d answer honestly or not at all. “Why?”
“I told you why.”
“You never gave me a chance…”
Again, those words hung in the air and the heartbreak on Alexia’s face almost broke her. Ridley had never felt like that before. She never let herself get close enough to. “I’m not good for you..” she repeated as if she hadn’t understood the first time. It was a weak argument.
“And you’ve just made that decision for me then? I don’t get to decide what is and isn’t good for me? What I do and don’t want?” Alexia was a softy at heart and although she was fierce with her words, unfallen tears were building up in her eyes. “You may be used to being in control and telling people what to do, but you don’t get to do that with me. Not right now.”
It was like two dominant animals butting heads. Both knew their worth, and Ridley had absolutely done the wrong thing by shutting Alexia out. Though she’d told herself she hadn’t owed her anything, she knew she did from that very first moment they’d locked eyes in the bar almost a year ago. Everything she’d done from then had been for her, and without her having a say in the matter. She hadn’t realised how selfish she’d been. She’d convinced herself she was doing the right thing by her and her feelings, without considering her actual feelings, because Alexia had been just as involved as she was. She’d underestimated that.
“You’re right.”
Alexia was also surprised at how easy she’d admitted that. She opened her mouth to reply and was cut off.
“Eat your food before it’s cold. Then we’ll talk.”
That was a good example of the type of control Alexia could accept from her. But not her avidly taking away her choices regarding her emotions.
The salmon was incredible, and she told her just as much. Ridley was happy at that. The wine pairing went down perfectly with their food and soon enough, the plates were replaced with the dessert menu.
“I can’t…” Alexia started to say before she was distracted reading the menu.
“We can share.”
Their eyes met, both happy at the compromise. Alexia smiled and Ridley’s heart almost stopped at that. She was stunning. She didn’t know if she could tear her eyes from her lips, but luckily she was torn away by the server again.
“What can I get for you two?”
“We’re sharing.” She said, clapping her menu closed and handing it over, looking at the Barcelona Captain. “It’s your choice.”
The server looked a little upset by that, and almost unwillingly turned her attention to Alexia.
“The crema catalana, please.”
She gave her menu to the server who nodded and left. Only then did she see the grin on Ridley’s face, and couldn’t help her face reflecting it.
“What?”
“That’s my favourite. Anything with custard, or similar to it.”
It was another rare fact that Ridley happily shared with her. She made a mental note of it.
“Can we continue?”
“If you’d like.”
“I would.” Alexia was suddenly a little shy again. “You admit that I’m right?”
“Yes.”
“Care the expand on that?”
“It was…selfish of me to make decisions for you. I convinced myself it was what was best for you.”
“And if you hadn’t thought it was what was best for me?”
“I’d have fucked you many, many times, in many different ways by now.”
The comment was crass, but her expression wasn’t. She meant it.
“You don’t date…” She repeated from Ridley’s earlier statement.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Many reasons.”
“Such as?”
Ridley sighed. She obviously wasn’t going to let it go. “I’m…broken. I can’t love.  I discovered that when I was younger and made the mistake of being with people who I knew would fall for me and breaking their hearts. I didn’t want to do that to you.”
“You’ve never loved anyone?”
Ridley’s melancholy flashed across her face briefly. “I love YFN. I loved my brother.”
Loved. Alexia didn’t even have to ask the question.
“He’s dead.”
“And your family?”
Her jaw flexed. “The same.”
Alexia’s heart dropped. No wonder she’d looked so sad when Alexia had said she was spending Christmas with her family. She thought that ‘I don’t have a family’ meant they’d chosen to not recognise her for her sexuality or didn’t get along. She never assumed they were gone.
“I’m so-”
“Please don’t. I don’t want pity. It happened. It’s done.”
She left it for a minute before she whispered the next question. “Is that why you think you’re broken?”
“Alexia, I don’t want to talk about my past, or my faults tonight, please. I just want to have dinner with you.”
Her heart softened up at that admission. “We can do that…”
“Good.”
The crema catalana arrived then, with two spoons. Ridley picked hers up and noticed Alexia hadn’t taken hers. She was lost in thought. She took a breath and reached out, her fingers lightly touching one of Alexia’s hands on the table. That broke her thought as her eyes snapped up to meet Ridley’s.
“I’ll allow you one more question before we eat.”
It took her a few seconds to decide on which question to ask, Ridley’s fingertips warm and soft and distracting.
“Why did you leave?” She whispered.
“Because I was scared I would let you in if I stayed.”
Alexia inhaled sharply, blinking tears away. She wasn’t crazy. They did have a strong connection. And Ridley had just admitted that, unashamedly. Alexia knew how hard that must have been for her.
“Now eat, la Reina.”
The two ate dessert, unable to stop their satisfied hums as they did so, because it tasted incredible. Alexia made a note of the restaurant. She wanted to come back and bring her entire family and friends. As she thought that, the idea of Ridley being alone in the restaurant tugged at her heartstrings. Of course she’d never be alone. She’d be with a girl or a colleague, but that didn’t stop the fact that she’d be alone and would feel like it. Because no one can fill that empty space of family.
They finished quickly, Ridley paying for the meal before Alexia had a chance to argue. They said their goodbyes to Emiliano and this time when they reached the car, Ridley held the passenger door open for her.
Alexia’s grandmother’s house wasn’t far from the restaurant, and the drive was a comfortable, safe silence with Spanish music playing in the background softly. They’d both asked enough questions for the night.
As they arrive out the front, Ridley opened her door for her, and took her overnight duffle out, walking her up to the front door. The porch light was a dull yellow which made the gold flecks in Ridley’s eyes stand out even brighter. They shared a wordless smile until the sound of laughing filtered out through one of the front windows, and Ridley’s smile faltered a little. Alexia wanted to hug her, to kiss her, to invite her into her welcoming family and make her feel loved. All of that would have been too much though and besides, Ridley escaped before she had a chance to do anything.
She leant down and her lips brushed her cheek in a soft kiss. Alexia leant into her, and they stood like that for a little before Ridley was gone without a look back.
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chengfagshi · 7 months ago
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Not to get emotional and shit but honestly, for every anti that calls me a pedophile over fiction or says abusive stuff towards me, there's so much more lovely proshippers that are very nice to me. I've been getting a lot of kind asks (which admittedly I haven't gotten to all of them, mainly due to being anxious) and a moot on twitter is gushing to me about a fic for a ship we really like (and talking to me about Campfire Cooking). 🥹 Like I used to be scared to say anything proship related on my accounts because of antis' abusive behavior. But now I'm just like "I can't believe I used to let these people bug me. They really are insignificant." It doesn't feel fake in proship circles, y'know? Like with antis, trying to make them happy is like walking on eggshells. It's tiring and I like being unapologetically free. Saying that is probably cringe af but I mean, it's nice to just say I like shit like Sebaciel and be met with some really kind people who feel the same way.
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gemini-sensei · 1 year ago
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This became longer than I thought it would, so CW for light choking, getting caught, threescore, bully x bullied smut, unprotected sex, spit roasting, rough sex and probably more (unedited)
Thinking about Cobra!Bully!Hawk fucking the daylights out of sweet!LaRusso!Reader in the locker room at a tournament. She's supposed to be out there cheering on her sis and dad's dojo, but instead she's getting her shit rocked while Hawk has her laid out over a bench, his hands around her neck while her pussy gushes and squelches around his fat cock.
"Look at you, my secret little play thing," he taunts, lightly squeezing her neck. "Bet your dad would be disappointed if he caught you getting fucked by a Cobra, am I right?"
She nods but barely, too lost in the roughness and the pleasure it gives her. All she can do is lay there and take it, squirming as his cock slams into her poor little cervix each time.
Suddenly the door opens and slams shut, and Hawk doesn't stop. He doesn't care that her pussy is echoing through through the once empty locker room, doesn't care that she's a moaning mess. He wants people to know what he can do to her, he wants then to know the sweet LaRusso isn't as innocent as most think.
Girlcock!Tory tlrounds the corner just to see Hawk with his gi pants just hanging off his ankle, his cock buried in the fat pussy of the LaRusso, and Reader's eyes rolling up at getting caught. It stirs her own dick in her pants and she lightly rubs herself over the fabric as she watches.
"Wow, who would have thought," she scoffs, feeling mean. She saunters up to stand over Reader, looking down at her with scornful eyes purely for the fact that Reader is Sam's sister. "Little Miss 'Stop the fighting!' likes getting her guts rearranged."
"I know right," Hawk grunts, smirking at the cutie under him as she wiggles and squirms. "Watch this."
He squeezes her neck again and Reader moans, then gasps. She reaches up to grab onto his hands, as if wanting to pull them off, but she doesn't. It's a game to her as much as it is to him. She loves it, but will never say it. Not as though she has to. Her body speaks enough for her mouth.
"Fuuuck," Tory groans.
Before long, she's shoving her own pants down and fisting her hard cock. Reader's eyes widen at the sight, mouth watering. Tory wastes no time feeding the LaRusso her cock and shoves it down her throat, uncaring in her heavy balls are pressed against Reader's face. Hawk squeezes her neck again, feeling the bulge of Tory's cock and making both ladies moan.
Then Tory is roughly fucking Reader's throat, pulling her to the edge of the bench so her head hangs off at just the right angle. She's rough and unapologetic, merciless.
At the same time, she's getting pounded by Hawk, who's muttering to himself about just how close he is. "So fucking tight for me. A fucking LaRusso all tight around my cock. Feels so fucking good, 'm gonna flood your guts. Gonna fill you up. Make You walk back out there to your dad with my load deep in your tight, fat cunt."
Reader moans and kicks her feet, unable to do much else as she lay between them, split open on their cocks from both ends. She's climbing up to her own orgasm but has no way of showing it other than kicking and flailing. Until she finally comes around his thick, fat cock as her velvet walls start squeezing him. Her back bows, her limbs fall limp, and she moans heavily around Tory's cock.
"Fuck, you want that? Fuck, I know you do. Your cunt is milking me, so I'm gonna give it to you. I'm gonna give it all to you," he grunts and slightly shifts his angle to pound into her harder. It's all wet slapping and harsh grunting. "Here it comes, LaRusso slut."
His cock throbs and his balls draw up. He slams into her a final time and starts grinding his hips against hers as he fills her cunt with torrents of cum. It's hot, spreading warmth throughout her as she feels him do it. Her walls coax every drop put of his cock and she loves it, but will never say it out loud. It isn't the first time he's utterly flooded her pussy and it certainly won't be the last.
Tory watches, grunting deeply as she watches. She's so pent up, has gone so long without a warm, wet hole to shove her dick in, she isnt far behind them. She shoves herself as far down Reader's throat as she can and comes, giving her a belly full of cum. She moans, shuts her eyes, and just let's it happen.
When she pulls out, Reader's makeup is messy. She's covered in spit and the last few drops of Tory's load. She tries to sit up, but Hawk has to ultimately hold her up, even though he's still bored in her hot, sensitive pussy. Before she can get a word out, he shushes her and she nods submissively.
"Damn, she's got a good mouth on her," Tory chuckles. She inspects the way Hawk holds Reader, like a glass doll even though he might as well have torn her to shreds; she's shaking under him, but not complaining. "I could get used to having her hang around."
At thay, Hawk glares harshly. "Feel lucky I even let you fuck her mouth. She's mine. Now go find your own girl."
Tory sneers at him as he stares her down, his venomous, brutal glare holding a promise that this was a one time thing. Reader LaRusso may have been under him, taking the pounding like a bitch, but Hawk gave it to her in a way only he could because they were a lot closer than what appeared on the surface. Out in the streets, to everyone else, they were natural enemies - he teased and taunted her after all; but in private it was a Shakespearian tale as old as time.
A LaRusso and a Cobra. Tory scoffs at the idea. In their world, it would never work.
She turns and leaves them to their own devices, as Hawk kisses Reader hard. He shows her his passion through action rather than words, because a snake can spit vemon all day long, but his heart beat solely for her. Whether her admitted it or not, she knew.
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cantstoptheimagines · 4 months ago
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Birthday Girl (Nami, Nojiko | One Piece)
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Summary — Nami decides that you’d be the perfect birthday gift for her sister.
Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Smut (threesome (Reader is ‘shared’ as a birthday present); oral (female receiving, strap-on); penetration (vaginal, strap-on, anal fingering); some degradation and name-calling; spanking; light bondage; orgasm denial); cursing; nothing happens between the sisters.
Notes ➳ Word Count is 911. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).
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Nojiko couldn’t thank her sister enough. Nami grinned back at her with a proud expression. Crammed between them, you were hardly even functioning. The muffled sounds that filled the room were unbelievably satisfying. 
You were dripping in Nami’s arousal, tongue lapping at her folds without thought as you gazed tiredly up at her from your place between her legs. She gripped your hair in an unapologetic grip, steering your mouth wherever she wanted.
Meanwhile, Nojiko had been taking you from behind for at least fifteen minutes. She held onto the large bow that had been tied around your hips, enjoying how it doubled as both a decoration for her birthday and a way to keep your hands firmly secured behind your back.
Her strap sunk in and out of your quivering entrance without a care. It was the toy’s third round inside you so far and Nojiko clearly had no plans to stop anytime soon. She palmed at your swollen ass, listening to the wet, gushing sounds of your pussy as she said, “Can’t believe you got me a present this good, Nami.”
Her sister laughed with a moan, “Luffy said he wouldn’t mind me taking her out for the day, so I figured, why not bring her along for your birthday? She’s yours until sundown.”
“Ours,” corrected Nojiko. “Can’t leave you out of all the fun. It was your idea, after all.”
Nami moaned again. She rolled her hips, grinding on your face as yet another orgasm overtook her. It was the third one she’d had so far, but that didn’t keep her twitching hips from rolling against your nose. Her thighs closed in, practically suffocating you in her release.
“Ah! Oh my—! Ugh!” she cried out.
Nojiko laughed at the muffled groans that you let out as Nami pulled harshly at your roots. She sped up in her movements, pounding hard and deep into your pussy as you cried between her sister’s legs. 
Your bound hands failed to find purchase as you neared a climax of your own. Fully prepared to tumble over the edge, you nearly sobbed when Nojiko suddenly pulled her strap out of your weeping, clenching entrance.
She’d been denying you a release ever since Nami had brought you to her earlier that day. The cramps in your stomach from so many refused orgasms were beginning to take a toll on you.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she laughed. “You haven’t worked hard enough for that yet. You’ll need to keep going if you want me to let you cum today. Sluts have to prove themselves around here.”
You vaguely heard the strap being removed from her waist. Nami ripped your head up from between her trembling thighs. The tip of the strap, which was now held in Nami’s other hand, came into focus.
Nojiko groped your ass from behind, spreading you wide before spitting onto your wet pussy. As her sister delved into your cunt like it was her last meal, Nami slapped your lips and nose with the strap.
“C’mon, suck,” she demanded. “Don’t you wanna taste yourself?”
She then forced the tip of the toy between your panting lips. Shoving it deep into your throat, she laughed at your uncontrollable gags. The strap sank into your mouth until the entirety of it had disappeared. 
Nami pulled it out upon seeing tears in your eyes. However, her mercy only lasted mere seconds before the strap was sinking back into your throat. She used the toy to fuck your mouth with a wide grin.
She loved watching you choke on cock, even fake ones. It was one of her favorite things about sharing you with practically everyone she knew.
Nojiko, meanwhile, didn’t hold back on your clit. She repeatedly licked, sucked, and pinched the bud between your legs, enjoying the way you squirmed, unable to escape either of the women.
She honestly wasn’t even sure if you realized that she had sunk two long fingers into the tight, puckered hole between the globes of your ass. It was hard to tell with all the gagged squeals you were letting out.
Slapping your clit, she rose to her knees. With her free hand planted firmly on your back, she rammed her fingers in and out of your ass at an almost impossible pace.
“Mmph!” your loud cries went ignored by both women as you squirmed in their arms. 
“You’ve definitely been fucked in the ass before,” laughed Nojiko. Her fingers pumped deep into your tight walls as she mocked you. “Your crew’s got a really good slut on board, Nami.”
Her sister laughed, ripped your mouth off the strap-on by your hair, and then squeezed your exhausted face with her other hand. She forced you to look at Nojiko over your shoulder with a wide grin, “Tell her all about your place on the Going Merry. C’mon, tell her!”
“It’s my—! Ugh!” you gasped when Nojiko’s fingers went even deeper into your tightest hole. “My job is to be used! To get passed around and fucked by whoever wants me!”
“Looks like you’re pretty decent at it,” replied Nojiko. “Bet you take loads of cum, don’t you?”
She and Nami laughed at your expense, listening as you babbled on and on about what a good girl you were for the Straw Hats. Your pussy finally gushed and quivered with an unexpected orgasm, though your tormentors knew the fun was just beginning. It was only noon, after all.
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scorbleeo · 8 months ago
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Book Chat: God of Fury
Legacy of Gods (Book 5) by Rina Kent
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I’m not attracted to men. Or so I thought before I slammed into Nikolai Sokolov. A mafia heir, a notorious bastard, and a violent monster. An ill-fated meeting puts me in his path. And just like that, he has his sights set on me. A quiet artist, a golden boy, and his enemy’s twin brother. He doesn’t seem to care that the odds are stacked against us. In fact, he sets out to break my steel-like control and blur my limits. I thought my biggest worry was being noticed by Nikolai. I’m learning the hard way that being wanted by this beautiful nightmare is much worse.
ISBN: 9781685452193 (2023) | Source: Goodreads
Absolutely Worth It
This review took me a long while to get to it mainly because I am still in a daze. I cannot believe I finally got to God of Fury and that I am finished with the book. It hasn't been a long journey to get to Nikolai and Brandon's story but it had been a rather arduous one. Kent's books have been an unpredictable roller coaster ride with extreme hits or misses and as much as I was afraid my high expectations for this book would ultimately bite me in the ass, I maintained extremely high expectations for God of Fury.
For a book written by an author I sometimes have issues with for the writing style, for a book where I have ridiculously high expectations for, and for a book that I've actually already know roughly what goes on in it... This was a wonderfully and beautifully crafted story. While reading God of Fury, I can feel the patience and time and effort Kent took to build her characters and develop the storyline. I finally understand why some people said this felt like such a different book as compared to Kent's other books.
Lets begin with the storyline of God of Fury. This is the only book in the Rina Kent Universe where I did not feel that the author was rushing through the plot. Yes, Nikolai was instantly attracted to Brandon but the feelings both parties developed for each other came slowly, smoothly and very naturally. Like, before I finished the book, when exactly did Nikolai fall for Brandon? Or when exactly did Brandon start to develop positive feelings towards Nikolai? As you're reading the book, you really don't see it as it happens right in front of your eyes.
Which brings me to why the patience in plot development is so prevalent in this book. First being the way Kent wrote Brandon's character arc, there is simply no other way to have this book succeed without having patience in developing the plot. Secondly, Nikolai's willingness to go with Brandon's pace. Because of what plots these characters have, Kent had no choice, she could not rush through the storyline and that made this book her best one.
Now moving on to our two main characters. I knew there was a reason I loved them since their first appearance (as kids). I mean, Astrid and Levi? They are my favourite Royal Elite couple. Rai and Kyle? They are one of my favourite Rina Kent couples. I could not hate their children even if I wanted to. Of course, this is not a place to gush over the parents.
Starting with Nikolai Sokolov. He is another unhinged man in the long list of unhinged men Kent has created. However, he was really only unhinged in other people's books. In God of Fury, you see that Nikolai's not exactly unhinged. He's just unapologetically himself, does not care how anyone views him and even though he does bad shit, he has a moral compass despite what anybody assumes. The fact that my dude has vulnerable phases every now and then, and yet he does not hide that. How many men has Kent created that embraces and showcases his vulnerability like Nikolai does? I can bet that's one big reason why Nikolai is such a beloved character.
As for Brandon King. He's my baby, okay? And I will do anything to protect my baby. He is the one and only male character created with a different template. This man is not annoyingly frustrating or has that stupid toxic masculinity that ultimately plays into his stubbornness to not accept people's "no". And boy, oh boy. One of the most tortured character with the most kindhearted soul. I really do love that Kent made everybody like/love Brandon, because he deserves all the kindness the world has.
Last but definitely not least. Kent did not do a good job writing God of Ruin to the point where I don't actually have a connection with Mia or Landon. But the way she wrote Brandon and Landon's brotherhood? I have a connection with Landon King now, all thanks to this book. Even thinking about the hospital scene now brings tears to my eyes, and I finished that book weeks ago.
So, yes. I really love God of Fury. This is the only one where I own a physical copy of. I read the book, fully focusing on every single word. I did not do any annotations because the first time deserves my full undivided attention. And I am way too lazy to check back but I am very sure this is the only book by Kent that I have given 5-star to.
Rating: ★★★★★
P.S.: Remember in God of Ruin when Nikolai made Mia call Brandon and Brandon ended up covering for Mia? I really wished we had a chapter for it here too.
More Rina Kent Universe here: Cruel King (Royal Elite, #0) | God of Ruin (Legacy of Gods, #4) | Throne of Power (Throne Duet, #1)
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sketchy-the-changeling · 3 months ago
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Sketchy, how do you talk about JoJo with Lily but never mention stands? Apparently Lily doesn't know what a stand is despite her apparently loving you gush about the series and I find it a little odd that she somehow doesn't know about one of the series's core aspects (from Part 3 onwards, at least). Does Lily actually listen to you or does she just like "hearing" you speak?
Did you actually listen to Lily?
Because if you had, you would have noticed her say that I primarily talk about the characters, which is true.
I talk about how cool Josuke is and how he's a great combination of the three Jojos that came before him.
I talk about how unapologetically over-the-top the characters' designs and personalities are.
I talk about how Araki's character design sensibilities evolved over the course of the series and how cool it is to see it develop over time.
I talk about how the villains are shown absolutely no mercy by the narrative.
I talk about how every part has a distinct theme and aesthetic.
I can do all of that without mentioning stands ONCE.
And even if I did mention the powers incidentally, I just describe what the power does because that's the part that actually matters. Before I got into JJK, not a single friend of mine that told me about it said anything about cursed energy or cursed techniques, because that doesn't tell me anything.
Instead they tell me about how the fights look because I LOVE when characters just throw hands and start boxing. They tell me about the Bleach influences cause they know I like Bleach. They tell me about the chemistry the main trio had cause they know I love good friend dynamics.
Communication is a two-way street. When you spit in-universe jargon at people with no familiarity with the material, what started as a conversation will turn into a lecture. They can learn the nitty gritty stuff if they decide to watch the show themselves. Again, that's how I was exposed to JJK.
You're concerned with "was the other person listening to me or just hearing me" but what's equally important is "am I talking to this person or am I talking AT them?"
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cacaocheri · 8 months ago
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I get so happy whenever I see your reblogs about Sun and Moon. You are so unapologetically enthusiastic and loving towards them and it makes me smile so much. Like!! Look at these two! They are so silly and goofy and endearing and they make me wanna grab their dumb faceplates and smooch them till they can't function anymore only to do it all over again!! Get loved idiots.
Sidetracking a bit oops but yeah, all your tags where you gush about them fill me with so much joy, as someone who tends to be less straight forward in tags/more shy I guess? I honestly get all giggly and smiley because you convey so well what it feels like to get them both on my dash. Hope this didn't come off as creepy, it's absolutely not my intention, just wanted to show appreciation for a small thing that it's very dear to me. Keep being you and have a wonderful day/night!! <3
AWWW ANON!!!! don't worry this wasn't creepy at all and actually means so much for me to read <333 I'm really happy that my unabashed joy for the dca spreads to other people (and also really happy that people read the silly tags that I put in my reblogs)
I've said this once and I'll say it again!!!! The dca fandom genuinely freed me and if there's one thing I want to do in this fandom, it's to encourage people to be so unashamed with the things they like!
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gayhonkaiships · 2 months ago
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Love and Deepspace should be for everyone.
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Hi. This was originally meant to be a gay Honkai Star Rail blog, but upon learning about the Love and Deepspace community's unapologetically toxic attitude towards the concept of a Male MC, I have to add my two cents to the pot.
Let it be known that I'm a girl. A pansexual girl on top of that. But I prefer to play my video games as male characters. And in a world with so much calamity, chaos and loss, I think anyone and everyone should feel comfortable playing L&D.
If fan artists and writers want to come up with their own Male MCs, let them. They should be able to enjoy the game just as everyone else can.
China has strict rules and regulations against BL. I understand that. But turning any form of mature, consensual love into any kind of crime, especially on the verge of 2025, is not a cute cultural quirk to gush over. Frowning on the country's ban of BL isn't like insulting its ancestral practices, its food, its deities or temples. It's a product of being stuck in the Stone Ages. It's particularly laughable when the game rules prohibit other forms of discrimination-then you're hit with the 'no BL'.
And for those of you that would say BL is a crime that goes against China's religion/traditions, that's an entirely different beast. Let's stay on the game.
Why don't LGBTQ+ people and/or fans of yaoi just play BL games? Easy solution, but very few of them are like Love and Deepspace. If anyone knows of a high-budget, epic F2P game that features a Male MC and male LIs on L&D's level, please let me know.
'But otome games are for women only! Stay out of our space!'. That's fine, but that's kind of like saying Disney Junior shows are only for children, and if you even think of watching one you're an inch away from being a criminal. So no Bluey for you. Bluey is for kids! Adults have their own shows! Stay out of kids' spaces!
I understand how and why women feel as though they need their own spaces, but the policing of a fictional universe has gotten way too out of hand. And it's almost 2025, not the 1950s.
Love and Deepspace is an otome game. Otome games are marketed towards women. Fine. But let's bump off the toxic gatekeeping.
Everyone should be able to enjoy it.
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estrophore · 1 year ago
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Signalis Post (barely coherent thought vomit)
So I finished signalis on Monday and i think ive just about recovered enough for me to make a gush post about it on tumblr dot com, which i think i have to do cause i dont think any other game has really hit me as hard as this one. Spoilers obvs.
Being pre-transion, with that associated depression and closing off from oneself, ive always found it difficult to get out my feelings, even in private with just myself, and yet signalis has filled me throughout with its beautiful romantic melancholy and left me genuinely sobbing for the gay robot and her space girlfriend (almost worried that if id played this game on estrogen it might actually have just killed me on the spot). the only other times i can think of where i really cried were playing We Know The Devil near the beginning of the year, which really fkin hit the part of me that struggles to accept myself, and that time i rewatched the last episode of she-ra after reading the ‘Word War Etheria’ fanfic, which brings the characters so much more to life i fell for them all over again.
Signalis is a game that calls back to a lot of classic horror like resident evil and silent hill, which i havent got round to playing any of yet, but i think nostalgia works both ways sometimes and i’ll be playing them sooner now. sometimes horror gets stereotyped as all death and violence, some games fill themselves with skulls and corpses, and big ugly monsters and basically shout ‘DEATH!’ in your face repeatedly and it all just comes off as a bit garish and ridiculous and not actually very scary really. Signalis sits at the other end of that scale (with some of my other fav horror games like soma, cry of fear) where its environs are most usually just… quiet. Still. Muffled. Sad. just as often as theres tension or creeping fear because of this i find theres a strange kind of comfort too. Maybe its just that in most other genres of games theres so much of music, UI elements, pickups and interactibles with vibrant design. Here, theres room for your mind to just occupy the space. A soft fog. A dimly lit room. An empty train. Snow out a window. Liminal spaces that dont expect anything from you.
Signalis is a game thats just simply, unapologetically gay, and i dont think i would have been quite so invested in Elster and Ariane’s relationship if they were a straight couple. Its why representation is important, if art’s way for us to explore our emotions then its important to have media that we can relate to. Even Adler’s role isnt typically masculine. Our replika characters are manufactured, designed for certain roles in the base. Notes from the tough Stars and Storchs in the shooting range, the dollish Eules with the fairy lights and music player in the dorm. I couldnt help but think of groups of Eules sat around chatting, together, and im yearning for that feeling of togetherness, of understanding a friend that closely. I somehow missed the couple in the mineshaft (next playthough, ill find you v_v ). Despite the harshness of life in the Eusan nation (especially for the gestalts) the characters in it are defined by their feelings of belonging and hope. With the obvious parallels to east germany, i think of posters of cosmonauts and space travel from the time. Propaganda, sure but also made with the genuine belief in something greater. When the events of the game take this away, well, we find the last Kolibri, whod rather lose herself than lose her [ah. Im not sure theres a word here to properly describe the relationship they embody]. Its a game defined by loneliness.
We dont lie up at night scared by some corrupted android. We arent stuck with horror at the flesh everywhere, not on its own. We lie awake thinking about Elster and Ariane’s love for each other, the horror of their decline, the futility of trying to hold on forever. Its existential horror done perfectly. It shows an ending postponed and stretched far beyond its limits, and so squarely reminds you that you do, in fact, have to die one day. You’ll break down. One day you’ll say your last words to the people you love and you wont even know you have. Ariane’s final few diaries arrive with the full force of the narrative behind it, like a spear through my heart. For the record, I got the promise ending. Im still sad. It's a game about raging desperately against an unfair ending. I might think about this game for the rest of my life. I would sincerely say its an artistic masterpiece, by the sure definition of video games as art.
I like that the story leaves a lot open and abstract. I think it makes the emotional themes takes centre stage more. And i havent had nearly enough time to sift through it and come up with my own takes, we’ll need a few more playthroughs for that. And theres so much more to say that cant go in just these few paragraphs! Signalis is a game about two girls who had to run away from everything to find someone they belonged with. The universe may be cold and bleak, but you have to try, you might just find something beautiful, even if it doesnt last forever. I think if anything, we should all have the chance to find love and happiness like that, and we shouldnt have abandon a world that doesnt work for us to do it.
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mrsmiagreer · 1 year ago
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Let me take care of you
Warnings: None! Fluff :)
Characters: David Shaw × Gn!Angel
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David had about 3 hours before he had to leave for work. Another late gig. He was doing some yard work while he was waiting for Angel to get off of work for the evening. He got a little distracted after a while, thinking of all the things they’ve done and all of the conversations they’ve had in this here yard. He thought about how he’s noticed they’ve been acting a little different lately. Work has been very hectic for them recently, and he could tell that the all nighters and mountains of paperwork were taking a toll on them. They’ve barely seen eachother lately and Angel seemed low on energy most of the time that they DID see eachother. He figured that he’d make them feel better before he had to head out today.
He waited at the door for Angel when he heard their car make the “lock” noise. He usually hated waiting at the door for them because they always made it a point to tell him that it’s dog behavior. He let out a dry chuckle and rolled his eyes at the thought. Today was different though, David knew when to put his pride aside.
“Hi Angel. How was work today?” David asked about as soon as the door opened.
“Oh hey Davey,” Angel yawned in response, which let David know all he needed to “Work was…work I guess. Were you…. waiting for me at the door?”
“Actually I was. I know how tired you’ve been recently and I wanted to help you relax a little”
Their eyes immediately lit up at the sound of his words. “Are you being..unapologetically romantic?! I mean, I don’t mind but it is a bit out of character..”
“Is it so weird that I want to relieve my fiancé of visible stress?” David sighed before gently taking their bag from them and picking them up bridal style. “Just come here and let me take care of you, you snot”
“Oh— Yes sir~”
Angel responded with a giggle. They smiled at the mention of fiancé. They liked the sound of that, and honestly couldn’t believe that it was real. They cuddled up to him on their way upstairs, silently gushing about how much they loved him, and how thoughtful this was. He was.
David laid them down in the bed and he laid with them, making sure to keep an eye on the time so he can make it on time. He played in Angel’s hair until they drifted off to sleep, wishing there was more he could do with the time he had. He mentally promised to make it up to them on their next day off.
In the quiet of his mate’s soft snores, he pictured how he would make them a nice dinner, run them both a warm bubble bath, give them a massage, he wished he could give them literally everything.
He nodded to himself to solidify that plan before checking the time, realizing that it’s time to go. He kissed Angel’s forehead and gently rolled out of the bed. He got ready and stood in their shared bedroom doorframe, doing his checklist and making sure he had everything. David took one more good look at Angel, deciding to go over to kiss them one more time before he left for the night.
“I love you, Angel. I promise i’ll give you a better night soon”
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A/N: Hey guys! This is 1/5 of my drafted drabbles! Not really used to writing for the big guy but I Hope you enjoyed David 🫶🏽🥰
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babyjakes · 2 years ago
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where the heart is. [blurb.]
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event | feb '23 blurb night
summary | jake makes for the sweetest surprise during a valentine's day spent in the hospital.
pairing | best friend!jake jensen x college student!reader
warnings | reader is in the hospital (post-surgery), jakey is a little nervous so this is probably just as much reader comforting him as him comforting reader lol, this whole thing is just soft sweet fluffy goodness and i am so unapologetic about it- we all deserve adorable shy jakey who has a lil crush on us hehe <33
word count | 913
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requested by @starksbabie | For blurb night what about Reader being in the hospital for Valentine’s Day so Jakey comes to surprise them with flowers and balloons?
an | thanks so much for this cute jakey request friend!! i thought it would be so cute to try out best friend!jake, i just think this would be the sweetest way for him to confess his love for reader hehe :'-) he's such a dork, i love him <333
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February 14th is supposed to be an ordinary day for you. You've been in the hospital for a few weeks, recovering from a somewhat extensive operation. The routine of the unit is familiar to you now, and though it can get rather lonely at times, you're hopeful about being released soon. With only a few close friends knowing about your stay, you haven't had visitors yet, and aren't exactly anticipating any as most of your social circle is away at school.
Which makes it quite the surprise when your sweetheart of a nurse pops her head into your room, the biggest smile spread across her face as she tells you excitedly, "Y/n, I've got someone here to see you."
Lifting your head from your book, you raise your brow in confusion. Guessing it might be your doctor stopping by check in on you, you fold your page, stashing the paperback next to your pillow behind you as you straighten up a bit in your seat. "Oh?" you ask.
Before the nurse can respond, a familiar face appears beside her; with cheeks about as rosy as the bouquet of pink lilies in his hand, Jake smiles sheepishly at you. "H-hey y/n," he greets, the poor boy's gaze struggling to find yours as he looks over timidly.
Softening immediately at your friend's clear embarrassment, you grin brightly back at him as you coo, "Jakey! Oh, it's so good to see you- come on in!" Easing up a bit at your warm reaction to his surprise appearance, Jake makes his way over to your bed, settling down on the edge of the thin cot's mattress.
From her spot in the doorway, your nurse tells you both sweetly with a wink, "Have fun, you two," before closing the door to allow for some privacy.
"I-I hope you don't mind me showin' up unannounced like this," Jake rambles as he offers you the flowers; taking them gratefully, you bring them up to your nose for a brief inhale before smiling gently at the blonde.
"Of course I don't mind- this is the best surprise ever," you gush, reaching over to place the beautiful arrangement in the glass of water sitting on your bedside table. "It's so good to see you, Jakey," you tell him again, "what brings you all the way back home- aren't you in the middle of your term?"
"Well, yes," he admits with a slight chuckle, "but I knew you'd probably be spendin' all this time alone, and I just... I dunno. I didn't want you to get lonely." Eyes widening a bit at his words, you reach your hand out to take his. Seeming a little surprised by the gesture, the boy doesn't hesitate to accept.
"That's so sweet, Jake. Thank you."
Dark grey eyes settling in on yours, he seems to pause for a moment before opening his mouth to speak again. "I-I had balloons too, in the car, but- oh man, this is so embarrassing," he laughs a bit nervously as he reaches his free hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, "as soon as I opened the door, well... you know... they flew away before I could grab 'em- I had my hands full, with my keys and the flowers and..."
"Aww bud," you hum, reaching out to rub his back gently. "That's okay, just seein' you is more than enough for me. I missed you, Jakey."
"Missed you too, cutie," the adorable man whispers. "School's no fun without you; sure, I got the guys on the tech team, but... they're not my sunshine. Not my y/n." At the familiar nickname, your heart pounds softly in your chest. With the way he's looking at you, and the unmistakable fondness present in his tone, he doesn't need to say any more for you to be able to guess what really brought him back to your hometown.
"How're you holdin' up?" he asks, a hint of concern appearing on his face as he looks you over. "You healin' and everything? They takin' good care of you here?"
"They take great care of me," you assure him, placing your free hand over his as you hold it gently on your lap. "Every day's a little easier. Think they might release me sometime next week."
"You're not in pain, right? They're givin' you all the medicine you need?" Jake asks softly, a hint of heartbreak shining in his eyes, as if the very thought of you in pain might bring him to tears.
"No pain," you confirm, giving his hand a squeeze. "I'm doin' just fine, Jakey. I promise."
"Good," he nods, seeming relieved at your response. "If it's okay with you, I think I'll stay in town until whenever they discharge you next week- I got all my coursework on my computer, and once you're out, I'd love to... you know..." Now it's your turn to bite back tears as you catch the sweet boy's hopeful gaze once more. "I'd love to take you out for a real Valentine's Day, y/n. If you'll let me."
In an instant, you're throwing both arms around Jake's neck to pull him in for a hug. "I'd just love that, Jakey," you sigh, the feeling of his familiar embrace such an overdue homecoming.
"Then it's settled- you 'n me, sunshine," he tells you, and there's nothing more in the world that the boy could say to make your heart swell bigger.
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butchtateandtackle · 6 months ago
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Why I Love Luaggie
(3/4 of a series of essays in which I ramble about my favourite characters/ships in the loud house. I was gonna do Lori prior to the luaggie post but I have a pre written Luaggie essay so LOL)
I am absolutely head over heels in love with Luaggie, a non-canon (and literally never will be canon) rarepair between Luan and Maggie. I just love this ship so much, and honestly, this is less of an analysis but rather me gushing about how much i love them, so beware. xD
Luan x Maggie is a pairing that spawned around 2017, with the release of the episode 'Funny Business' wherein after a series of events where Lincoln tries to steal Luan's spotlight after becoming a assistant for her birthday party gigs, and ends up taking a gig for a person's birthday on his own. This person's birthday is Maggie, someone who does not fit the usual audience type of Luan's gigs. Rather, she is a 13 year old emo girl who is very unimpressed with Lincoln's performance. This is when Luan steps in to save the day, performing a pantomime act. At the end of the performance, the otherwise angsty Maggie, smiles.
Even though it was small, it was the moment that set a thousand ships to sail.
Most people really love Luaggie because of its archetypal nature of 'Grumpy' x 'Sunshine' or 'Emo' x 'Clown', with both girls being absolutely opposites, and I love that stuff too. Opposites attract is a popular trope after all.
However, I would like to make a further argument for their potential by reading way too much into their characters.
Luan, with her unapologetic vibrancy and comedic flair, often appears to be all sunshine and spontaneity, but her life is not without its strict patterns and hidden rigidity. This complexity is evident from episodes like 'Feast or Family,' where Luan's panic over Lynn Sr. hiding Mr. Coconuts highlights her reliance on certain structures in her daily life. Maggie, on the other hand, (based on what we have seen of her) presents a more consistent outward stoicism and structure. She is someone who seems typically dislikes surprises and doesn't have a sense of humour (or atleast one that would meet Luan's typical sense). However, her encounter with Luan could start to change her for the better. It’s not just about Luan bringing laughter into Maggie’s life; it’s about how Luan introduces flexibility and spontaneity to her otherwise structured existence. It introduces Maggie to explore a life outside of her usual boundaries.
Their relationship is compelling because of this dynamic. Luan helps peel back the layers of Maggie's tough exterior, revealing more than the typical 'emo girl' trope. She enables Maggie to take more risks, to see the value in unscripted moments of joy and spontaneity. Conversely, Maggie offers Luan a grounding presence. She provides a perspective that values the moment without always turning it into a joke, helping Luan to appreciate stillness and sincerity alongside her comedic pursuits. This balance allows them to grow individually and as a pair, making them more well-rounded individuals.
Despite their apparent incompatibility, Luan and Maggie’s relationship isn’t just about dealing with differences but celebrating them. Their interactions suggest a deeper narrative of mutual growth and discovery, something beyond mere attraction. This potential for a rich, evolving storyline is what draws me to Luaggie, making me cherish the two.
I just love them so much 🥺❤️
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seaprofound · 2 months ago
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there's just something about a woman with snakes for hair... (a psa)
it's been a month or so now since I gushed over the idea of giving Medusa a happy ending and while I do still think that she deserves one—if only in an AU (or something similar)—I've decided to keep the relationship that she has with Po as a tragic one because I am an angst monster.
what made me decide to go this route was the rediscovery—I swear that I got a strange sense of déjà vu—of this vase painting that depicts Po rushing towards Medusa after she's been beheaded while one of her sisters tries to shield Po's eyes from the grisly sight. that made me get just so !!! because Po usually befriends her lovers before ever getting together with them—I say usually because she's not immune to one-night stands (they're just rare)—and, thus, she would dedicate time to them, becoming utterly devoted in the process. because of that, it never made sense to me that Po would seemingly have no reaction to Medusa being slain because when she cares, she cares deeply, and there's nothing she wouldn't do to avenge the ones she loves if they were hurt in any way.
I'll elaborate more on Po's reaction to Medusa's death in the future—but, for now, know that it ate her up inside.
besides my decision to keep Seidusa—yup, this is the ship name I've decided on—tragic, I'm writing this post to discuss another decision that I've made. or, rather, one that I didn't make.
in the days leading up to me writing this post, I came this 🤏 close to writing off interactions with Medusas for good after dealing with years of frustration from the general Greek mythos community—as well as people outside of it—because of the prevailing notion that Ovid's interpretation of Medusa is the true Greek version (it isn't) or, worse, it's the only valid interpretation.
it didn't help that although I've interacted with Medusas that made the sexual encounter between Medusa and Po consensual like the Hesiod version—which is the oldest written version mind you (but that's besides the point)—they all still took elements from Ovid (usually the idea that Medusa was once a beautiful maiden). as a Hesiod!Medusa truther who longs for a Medusa that's scary and unapologetically ugly (albeit still hot if you're a monsterfucker like Po), this desire for such a specific niche drove me to start creating my own Medusa in earnest. I can't wait to tell you all about her because, ugh, she is just so gender tbh. I love her.
( my Medusa is agender, for instance, and she does not give a fuck as to how she's perceived due to a gender neutral upbringing. to her, Medusa is Medusa. )
as my Medusa became a more fleshed out character, I began to wonder what I should do about the Medusas that I've already interacted with (or expressed interest in doing so). on one hand, Medusa is an important character for Po and I've never felt more free than when I started creating my own version of her and really detailing the relationship that she and Po had with each other. on the other hand, I didn't wanna hurt anybody by closing off interactions because I worried that that would come across as callous or as if I thought other interpretations inferior.
that's not the case at all.
I don't mind other interpretations of Medusa. if you wanna write her, go ahead and, by all means, have your fun. I'm not gonna stop you. ultimately, I just wanna have creative freedom in my Medusa retelling—which is why I've decided that my Medusa will be the main Medusa for Po. what this means is that, unless I indicate otherwise, any mention of Medusa will be referring to my Medusa specifically.
what does this mean for other Medusas you may ask? simple. provided that they're NOT purely Ovid-based, I'm still willing to interact.
I have just one caveat if they take a couple of influences from Ovid, though (e.g., such as Medusa originally being human, her stunning beauty—as mentioned before—or the idea that she was once the priestess of Athena which is arguably fanon for it was never directly stated in that passage from the Metamorphoses): Po did not have intercourse with Medusa in Athena's temple.
no shade meant to her male counterpart, Poseidon, but Poseida is different. although Po may have had a bit of a rivalry with Athena at times—a friendly one, though, mind you—she respects her far too much to just. do that.
( Po will stick to flowery meadows, thank you very much. )
TLDR:
Seidusa is tragic once more ( I am the monster, rawr, rawr, rawr )
I created my own Medusa and she will be Po's main Medusa from now on
that said, I'm still willing to interact with other Medusas if they're not purely Ovid-based and, if they're willing to bend on the idea of Medusa and Po having intercourse in Athena's temple if their interpretation takes any cues from Ovid
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sugaflare · 7 days ago
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tami reviews
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drama name : Extraordinary Attorney Woo (2022)
season : 1
my rating : 9/10
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This is so gonna be my comfort show cuz woo young woo is so relatable and cute and I wanna give her the whole world. This drama is about a girl who has autism spectrum disorder but she didn't let it be in the way of her dreams and continues to be her unapologetic self (ugh I love her) . This drama also shows the discrimination and prejudice people have when it comes to those who suffer with mental problems and stuff. What I love about this one is that young woo never lets those judging words get to her and fully accepts all her flaws with a smile. As she's an attorney we also get to see her showing how much of a genius she is in every episode. There's also a side story going about young woo and her family history besides the court cases which was very interesting. It was adorable to watch her gush over whales and dolphins every chance she gets without giving a fck about anyone and I'm so glad the male lead is the greenest flag (he's a green forest) to ever exist in this kdrama world (need me a man like him fr) . I'm gonna rewatch it again and again just for them and I really hope they make the s2 with the same casting cuz I love all of the characters in this show. Also wanna add that the osts are so beautiful ??? so many of the scenes felt so magical cuz of the osts and I love every single one of them (have it saved in my playlist heheh)
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