#OH GOD WHERE DO I EVEN S T A R T

[mononijikayu]

chapter (2) — the feels

GENRE: alternate universe - actors/celeb au!

WARNING/S: not safe for work (nsfw), r-18 and above, actors/singers au!, romance, fluff, minor angst, slow burn, humour, slice of life, will they won't they, light-hearted, flirting, playful, possessiveness, teasing, explicit content, possible, kissing, sexual content, innuendos, drama, feels, hurt/comfort, falling in love, love, happy ending, actor/singer! sukuna, actress/celeb! reader;

WORD COUNT: 4.4k words.

NOTE: everytime i look at the drafts for this, i get butterflies. this story is really fun for me to write no matter what. i genuinely enjoy exploring the dynamics. i hope you enjoy it as much as i do!!! anyway, sukuna is definitely a simp for reader. like genuinely, he's down bad. but tbh so is reader. they're matching each other in everything!!! but well.....are they dating? who knows?

TAGLIST: @kunasthiast, @midnight-138, @v3nd3ttal3on;

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HE DIDN’T EXPECT TO COME ACROSS IT. But it was that one afternoon on his day off, while Ryomen Sukuna was out running errands, he found himself finding a piece of you. It was just a regular day for him, one where he indulges himself as he strolls through the supermarket, casually picking up snacks and drinks he wanted. 

He doesn;t get to do it often because of how busy he is. But when he has the time, he indulges it and enjoys it a lot. He thinks if you were with him, it would have been more enjoyable, though. You liked going and doing mundane things like this, as much as he does. He noticed that a lot since you both were always going out and eating together after shoots in Tokyo.

It’s been a few weeks since Jujutsu Kaisen Season 1 did the final reshoots. And he thinks he missed you. You both texted a lot last night, sure. But it’s a different thing when you both are together.

But right now you are enjoying the holiday you’re taking. And judging from the photos you sent him so far, you were happily enjoying it. From what you told him last night, you said you were waiting for your flight so you could visit family back home. You won't be back in New York until maybe next week.

Ryomen Sukuna could only sigh at himself. He has become so fond of your company that he can’t help but crave even more of it. He supposes that it’s just how good you were with him, how good for him. He hadn’t really had anyone be that good to him, he supposed. You’ve just brightened up his day to day, even if it was just to think of you. 

As he turns the corner into the magazine aisle, something catches his scarlet eye and he stops— it was one of those glossy magazines, one that were for high fashion brands. In the front of its bright poppy cover featuring the ever beautiful shining you with a stunning smile, the headline reading, “Y/N L/N: Rising Star of Jujutsu Kaisen!”

His first thought is a mix of pride and mischief. He couldn’t help it. You were everywhere. And he just can’t help but feel warm about it. “Well, well, what do we have here?” he mutters to himself. Grinning, he picks up the magazine, flipping through it.

I should probably promote this. Doll worked hard on this, hm? he thinks, already plotting a plan. He pulls out his phone and goes live on social media, knowing his fans would be eager to join him for this impromptu session.

“Hey, everyone! So, I’m at the supermarket, and guess what I just found?” he announces, holding up the magazine for the camera, your face shining brightly on the cover. “Really pretty picture the editor chose really. I really love this one. I think everyone can agree!”

The chat explodes with comments.

“OMG, Y/N!”

“IS THAT A MAGAZINE?!”

“CAN WE GET A CLOSE-UP?!”

"MY WIFEEEEE SHE LOOKS SO GOOD!"

"CAN YOU FIGHT SUKUNA???"

"OH MY GOD, ONE CHANCE PLEASE PLEASEEE Y/N"

Sukuna chuckles, basking in the chaos as he starts to read some of the article aloud, his voice teasing. “Let’s see what the article has to say about my favorite rising star. Let’s read it together.” he begins, pretending to be a serious news anchor.

“‘Y/N has taken the entertainment world by storm with her captivating performances and undeniable charm, both on screen and on stage.’ Wow, they really nailed it, huh?” He glances at the camera, a playful smirk on his face. “They must’ve been taking notes from me. I mean, she is spending time with the best.”

The comments continue to flood in, fans egging him on.

“THIS IS SO CUTE! SUKUNA, KEEP PRAISING YOUR WOMAN OMG!”

“Please stop, I’m dying! He’s this love struck?”

“Is he flirting with her through a magazine?”

"He's never beating the 'im obssessed with y/n' allegations omg???"

"If my partner isn't like this, i genuinely don't want him, you guys???"

"How is Sukuna real? Like, how is he the only man to ever exist?"

Sukuna can’t help but lean into the banter. “Oh, it gets better. ‘Her recent work in Jujutsu Kaisen has captured the hearts of many, including veteran actor and co-star Ryomen Sukuna.’” He pauses dramatically, pretending to think deeply. “How does that feel? Being able to capture me, Y/N?”

The comments explode again.

“OH NO HE DIDN’T! RYOMEN SUKUNA, YOU’RE INSANE FOR THIS?????”

“IS HE FLIRTING?! GUYS GUYS CHAT IS THIS REAL????”

“THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER! EVEN WHEN THEY’RE APART OMG”

"GOD PLEASE GIVE ME SOMETHING LIKE THIS PLEASE!!!"

"HIS EYES ARE JUST SO FULL OF LOVE WHILE STARING AT HER PICTURE OH MY GOD IM GONNA THROW UP???"

"HE'S DEFINITELY BUYING THE MAGAZINE AND STARE AT IT FOR A WHILE CAUSE???"

He continues reading, “Known for her ability to bring depth to her characters, Y/N is also a self-proclaimed cat mom.” He raises an eyebrow, grinning at the camera. “Noodle better watch out; he’s not the only one who’s going to be in the spotlight!”

Sukuna reads a little more, then leans back, looking directly into the camera. “Honestly, if you’re not following her yet, what are you doing? My doll’s the star of the century! She’s talented, funny, and—” he pretends to whisper with a grin. “—way cuter than I am.”

The comments go wild, with fans practically screaming in excitement.

“HE SAID IT! HE CALLED HER MY DOLL???”

“HE’S SO SUPPORTIVE OF HER OMGGGGGG!!!!”

“CAN YOU GUYS JUST DATE ALREADY?!”

"THEY'RE DEFINITELY DATING GOD IM JUST???"

"GIVE US THE CONFIRMATION FOR THE WEDDING ALREADY???"

"I SHIP I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIPPPPPP!!!!"

As he wraps up the live session, Sukuna flashes a charming smile. “So, go pick up this magazine, check out Y/N, and maybe throw in a little love for me too while you’re at it. And don’t forget to tune into the next episode of Jujutsu Kaisen! See you later, everyone!”

With that, he ends the live stream, still chuckling to himself as he walks through the store, clutching the magazine. Little did he know, this playful moment would send fans into a frenzy, cementing your duo’s chemistry even further in the eyes of the public—and leaving you with a smile when you catch wind of his little stunt.

Later that evening, you’re lounging at home, scrolling through your social media feed, when you notice your notifications blowing up. Curious, you tap on your profile to find a flood of comments and tags about Sukuna’s recent live stream.

“Did you see Sukuna’s live? He was reading that magazine about you!”

“I’m crying! He’s so supportive! #Y/NandSukunaForever”

“He basically said he’s in love with you. Can you two just get married already?”

"Y/N, please. give him a shot already. That man is too in love with you."

"This man is doing promos for you like he's trying to save the planet. He's a good man, Savanah!"

"He's literally crazy about you, like??? Stopping in a supermarket to do a live to promote your magazine??? He's in love with you???"

You can’t help but grin, your heart racing at the thought of Ryomen Sukuna casually promoting you to all his fans. You scroll through the clips of his live, laughing at his playful banter and over-the-top expressions. You couldn’t help but just feel happiness beyond comprehension, knowing someone takes care of you even from afar.

Suddenly, a direct message pops up from him. Did you catch the live, doll?

You quickly type back, I did! You’re ridiculous! I can’t believe you read that whole thing.

His reply is immediate. Had to promote my favorite, cutest rising star! Can’t let Noodle take all the love in this three soul family, don’t you think?

You chuckle, imagining Sukuna strutting through the supermarket, holding your magazine like it’s the Holy Grail. What’s next? Are you going to host my fan club?

A few moments later, he replies, Absolutely! First meeting will be at our next sushi date. Wear something nice, doll.

Your cheeks flush at the thought. Then you better look sharp too, bub.

You just know he was smirking when he sent you the reply. When you opened it, your face turned even redder. Oh, of course, doll. I like making sure I look pretty enough to get your praises and kisses. You’re my doll, after all.

You could feel butterflies for a moment, and for a good while, you were just trying to keep yourself together. You couldn’t look like this while you were having dinner with your parents.

As the conversation continues, you can’t help but feel a warm flutter of excitement. Not only is he supporting you, but he’s also finding creative ways to keep the teasing and flirting alive in front of everyone.

The next day, you decide to take advantage of the buzz. You ended up in a book store where they had your magazines. You post a cute selfie of yourself holding the magazine, your expression playful and bright.

Thanks to my bubs @RyomenSukuna for the promotion! If you haven’t checked out this issue yet, what are you waiting for?

Almost instantly, your comments explode.

“YOU LOOK AMAZING! WE STANNNNNN”

“GET IT, GIRL! WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!!”

“HE’S NOT WRONG, Y/N IS A QUEEN!”

"Y/N DOMINATION FR FR!!!"

"SUKUNA CAN YOU FIGHT CAN YOU FIGHT SUKUNA???"

"NAH CAUSE IF Y/N AND YOU AREN'T TOGETHER, IM SHOOTING MY SHOT!!!"

A few hours later, you see another tweet trending: “Sukuna’s magazine live should win an award for Best Promotion. Guys, if you’re not doing this for your girls, we don’t want you!”

You can’t help but laugh, picturing him reading through those thirsty tweets like a comedic genius.

Later that evening, as you prepare for bed, your phone buzzes again. It’s a video from Sukuna, looking slightly mischievous.

“Hey, everyone! Just wanted to follow up on my earlier live stream. The magazine is flying off the shelves, and I’m not saying it’s all because of my charming face, but… Okay, it’s mostly because of Y/N. You know how it is. Now, don’t just stop there—go buy that issue! And let’s be real, you’re doing it for me, but mostly for her! So, keep giving my doll all your love, okay? Thanks everyone! I’ll see you in the next live tweet for Jujutsu Kaisen!”

He winks at the camera, and you can’t help but smile. He’s just so endearing when he gets into these promotional modes. The next few weeks, it’s all the media could talk about.

They just catch wind of the buzz surrounding your magazine feature and Sukuna’s live stream. They keep getting more and more curious about you and Sukuna. After all, both of you were a mystery to them. 

You’re both invited to a morning talk show to discuss the recent developments, and you can already sense the excitement and chaos that awaits.As you both sit on the couch, the host teases you both about the “flirting” and “couple energy” that everyone seems to be picking up  on.

“You two are definitely giving off some serious vibes!” the host says, leaning in. “Sukuna, what do you have to say about the ongoing speculation?”

Sukuna grins, leaning back. “I mean, can you blame them? Who wouldn’t want to be with someone as talented and cute as Y/N? Can you blame everyone for being as dazzled about her as me?”

The audience erupts into cheers, and you can’t help but blush.

“Okay, but I’m just grateful for him.” you chime in, trying to regain composure. You grinned at him. “Sukuna’s just really is such a great supportive soul for me.… And such a darling to me. You always are, aren’t you, bub? Dramatic too, but well. Love you all the same!”

“Dramatic? Me? Never.” he replies, feigning innocence while smirking. “I’m just here to make sure everyone knows who the real star is. And well, who the real star of my day to day is, don’t you think?”

The banter continues, and by the end of the show, your dynamic has captured the hearts of viewers everywhere. Social media is ablaze with clips of your interview, further fueling the speculation and excitement.

As you leave the studio, you can’t help but think about how much fun this whole experience has been. The teasing, the playful banter, and Sukuna’s unabashed support have created a whirlwind of excitement that you never expected.

Later, you check your phone one last time before bed. A new tweet catches your eye: “Sukuna and Y/N have officially made it onto my ‘favorite couples’ list. The world needs more of this!”

With a smile on your face, you finally drift off to sleep, dreaming of what other adventures await you and Sukuna in this unexpected and thrilling journey together. 

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YOU WERE STILL SLEEPY. But well, what could you do? Life goes on, with how your schedule is today. The day of the big fashion show had finally arrived, and excitement buzzed in the air as you and Sukuna prepared to strut down the runway.

The energy backstage was palpable—models hurrying to and from makeup stations, designers giving last-minute instructions, and the rhythmic clack of high heels against the glossy floor echoing in the room.

Sukuna, leaning casually against the wall, shot you a knowing glance. He had that smirk on his face, the one that hinted at his unshakable confidence. He was effortlessly cool, and you couldn't help but feed off that energy.

The theme of the show was glamorous rebellion—a fusion of elegance and edge, where bold designs and striking details were the focus. You were dressed in a breathtaking ensemble that turned heads even before the show began.

A sleek, figure-hugging dress with shimmering embellishments, its dramatic cut-outs giving you just the right mix of sophistication and daring. The heels you wore? Absolutely lethal—sky-high stilettos that elongated your figure, giving you the sensation that you could conquer not just the runway, but the world.

Meanwhile, Sukuna, in a custom-tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders and accentuated his muscular build, was the perfect counterpart. The deep crimson of his suit jacket contrasted sharply against his black shirt, and the subtle metallic details gleamed under the runway lights. He exuded power and charisma, each step deliberate and commanding.

As you both stepped onto the runway, the atmosphere changed. The lights flashed in rhythm with the music, casting you and Sukuna in a dazzling, almost surreal glow. The crowd erupted into cheers, their excitement infectious.

The music pulsed through your veins, and with Sukuna by your side, you felt invincible. His smirk widened as he caught a few admiring gazes from the audience, and with each stride, the energy between you both grew, palpable and electrifying.

Each step was flawless. The click of your heels against the runway, perfectly timed with Sukuna's strides, created a symphony of dominance.

You could feel eyes on you, admiration and awe blending with envy, but none of that mattered. In that moment, it was just you and Sukuna—a force to be reckoned with. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a mischievous glint playing in his gaze, as if daring you to outshine him.

But this wasn’t a competition. It was an effortless partnership, the two of you ruling the runway together. Every turn, every pose, was perfectly synchronized, as though you had rehearsed this a hundred times over.

The lights continued to flicker, cameras flashing from every direction, immortalizing this moment. And as you reached the end of the runway, Sukuna extended his hand to you in a gentlemanly yet teasing manner. You took it, lifting your chin slightly, knowing that together, you had owned the night.

But halfway down the runway, disaster struck. One of your heels snapped, sending you wobbling dangerously to one side. You gasped, struggling to maintain your balance as you tried to recover. Just as you thought you might tumble, Sukuna swiftly reached out, his grip firm around your waist.

“Got you, doll!” he exclaimed, pulling you closer to him as he steadied you. The crowd gasped, and in that split second, you realized you were more grateful than embarrassed.

With a quick wink and a playful flourish, Sukuna helped you regain your composure, but the damage was done—your heel was officially broken. You could feel the adrenaline rush as you both finished the walk, the crowd cheering wildly, clearly enamored by the unexpected moment.

After the show, backstage was a flurry of activity. You hopped on one foot, trying to assess the damage to your broken heel when Sukuna, still riding the high of the show, turned to you. “You know, you could always go for a more comfortable look, doll.” he joked, gesturing toward his own stylish shoes.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “And give up my fashion moment? Never!”

But as you tried to walk towards the exit, it became clear that you weren’t going to make it far without some help. Sensing your struggle, Sukuna stepped in, effortlessly scooping you up into his arms.

“Let’s get you to the car, fashionista.” he said with a playful grin, carrying you like a princess, drawing surprised looks from the crew and other models.

As you both exited the venue, a photographer snapped a picture of the moment. You could hear the clicking of cameras as people captured the scene—Sukuna, the effortlessly cool actor, carrying you, the fabulous rising star.

That single picture ended up circulating online like wildfire. The caption read: “Is this the most romantic moment of the fashion show? Sukuna carrying Y/N after her heel broke!”

The fan reactions were immediate and overwhelming.

“OMG, I can’t handle this cuteness! He genuinely loves her so much!”

“HE CARRIED HER! SOMEONE CALL THE AMBULANCE, I CAN’T BREATHE!”

“Y/N is literally living my dream. Sukuna is such a gentleman!”

You couldn’t help but smile as you read through the tweets, watching the fan base collectively lose their minds over the moment. You glanced up at Sukuna, who was now scrolling through his phone, clearly amused by the frenzy.

“Look at them go, doll.” he chuckled, a mix of pride and mischief in his eyes. “They’re all acting like we just starred in a rom-com.”

“Maybe we should consider it, bub.” you teased back, leaning your head against his shoulder as he carried you toward the car. “I mean, we both get the same rom-com lead offers. We might as well try.”

“Hm, I’ll think about it.”

“You better!”

As you reached the vehicle, Sukuna gently set you down, but not before the paparazzi snapped more pictures, capturing the laughter and playful banter between you both. You felt like the luckiest person in the world, surrounded by glitz and glamor, but even more, you cherished these moments with him.

Later that night, as you sat together scrolling through the flood of posts about the fashion show, Sukuna turned to you, a smirk dancing on his lips. “So, you think I should carry you everywhere now?”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “Only if you promise to be this charming every time.”

“Deal, doll.” he replied with a sly smirk on his face. “But only if I get a kiss each and every time.”

You returned his sly smile. “You drive a heavy bargain, you know?”

“Well, I like good compensation, doll.”

“Hm. I’ll think about it, darling.”

And just like that, another adventure in this whirlwind of a journey began, one where fans eagerly awaited every twist and turn of your ever-evolving story. 

The following days were a whirlwind of activity, with the aftermath of the fashion show still buzzing across social media. Every time you opened your phone, there were new memes, edits, and posts highlighting Sukuna’s chivalrous act of carrying you out. 

One particularly popular meme featured a split image: on one side, a picture of you in your stunning outfit with the broken heel, and on the other, a screenshot of Sukuna’s smirk as he effortlessly carried you away. The caption read, “When you break a heel, but your knight in shining armor has your back.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you scrolled through the threads filled with comments like, “Where do I sign up for a carry from Sukuna?” and “No, but I need someone to love me like this. I need someone to lovingly help me in my fashion emergencies!”

“Looks like you’ve become a trendsetter, doll.” Sukuna teased, plopping down next to you on the couch. “Maybe we should make this a regular thing—fashion shows and heel emergencies.”

“Only if you promise to always be there to catch me, darling.” you shot back, smirking.

As you both continued to scroll through the chaos, an idea struck you. “We should do a follow-up interview about the fashion show! Imagine how much the fans would love to hear us talk about it, especially the heel incident.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You think they’d want to hear about our dramatic moment on the runway? You falling apart and me swooping in to save the day?”

“Absolutely!” You nodded, enthusiasm bubbling up. “I mean, it’s practically a rom-com waiting to happen. Plus, we can spend time together and promote our upcoming work together!”

“Alright, I’m in. But only if you let me wear those ridiculous heels next time….so you know, you can catch me too, doll.” he grinned, nudging you. 

You laughed out loud. “Alright, darling. Let’s find you a pair when we go shopping today.”

“Oh, that’s going to be a challenge then.”

“Hm, why not? It’s fun when we’re together in challenges!”

The next day, you both headed to the studio for the interview. As you settled into your seats, the host couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw you both. “So, the world has been going crazy over your little ‘heel disaster’ at the recent fashion show. Sukuna, what was going through your mind when you scooped Y/N up?”

Sukuna leaned back with a playful grin. “Honestly? I just thought it was a great opportunity to show off my impressive muscles and save the day. Plus, someone needed to make sure she didn’t fall on her face in front of everyone. I’d do anything for my doll, right here, you know?”

You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “He’s so humble, isn’t he?Like, darling — come and get your credit too! It was more like a dramatic rescue scene, complete with the swoon-worthy soundtrack.”

The interview continued, with the two of you sharing laughs and stories about your experiences. Fans in the comments couldn’t get enough of the chemistry, throwing out heart emojis and excited remarks.

“Do you think you two will collaborate on a fashion line next?” one viewer asked, prompting a wave of excitement among the audience.

“Maybe we’ll do a ‘Y/N & Sukuna’ collection, won’t we, darling?” you said, leaning in. “You know, something chic but also… practical for when you break your heels!”

Sukuna feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “Practical? I’m all about the drama! But I could see us doing something fun. Maybe some ‘Sukuna-approved’ footwear that won’t break under pressure? I think you’d love that, doll.”

As the interview was winding down, the host leaned in with a mischievous smile and asked the question that everyone had been waiting for: “So, any truth to the rumors that you two are dating?”

You barely had time to process it before you and Sukuna exchanged a look. Without missing a beat, both of you burst into uncontrollable laughter, the kind where you had to clutch your stomach and wipe away tears. Sukuna’s laugh? A deep, rumbling sound that somehow made the entire situation even funnier.

“I mean, who knows?” you said, still giggling as you tried to regain composure. “We care a lot for each other, though. But, you know, that’s our business!” You flashed a playful wink at the camera, trying to keep things light, but it was clear you were having too much fun with the moment. "Though, who wouldn’t want a guy who carries you when your heel breaks? My darling here is great with helping me out.”

Sukuna, not one to let you steal the spotlight, leaned in closer to the camera with a sly grin, his voice dropping an octave as he added, “I mean, who wouldn’t want to go and carry you and take care of you, doll?” He tilted his head in mock seriousness. “I love caring for you.”

The comment section immediately went into overdrive. The fans couldn’t handle it.

“THE FLIRTING?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

“STOPPP THIS IS TOO MUCH MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT.”

“If they’re not dating, then what's the real point of my life in this world, you guys?”

“Someone pls send help I’ve forgotten how to breathe.”

“Sukuna saying ‘I love caring for you’ like it’s casual?!? They’re married and I know it.”

“Can they just admit it already? WE KNOW.”

After the interview wrapped up, you both waved to the camera, still giggling, as the host thanked you. As soon as the cameras cut, your phones exploded with notifications. It seemed like every social media platform was on fire, fans spiraling into a frenzy over the playful banter.

There were memes of Sukuna carrying you like a princess, edits of the two of you in wedding attire, and screenshots of the moment Sukuna leaned into the camera like he was making a declaration of eternal love.

“I told you this would happen, bub.” you said, showing Sukuna the screen full of memes.

He glanced over and chuckled. “What, people can’t handle a little chemistry?” He shrugged nonchalantly, but you could see the hint of amusement in his eyes. He was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Well, I guess we’re just going to have to keep them guessing.” you replied, throwing him a teasing grin.

Sukuna leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Or maybe we just keep giving them something to talk about.”

“Well, I love talking about you anyway.” You look at him with a smile. “Don’t you like doing the same?”

He pauses for a second, but grins. “But don’t you already know that?”

“Yeah, I do. I just like hearing it.”

“Cheeky one, aren’t you, doll?”

You grin even wider at him. “Well, my favorite act of love are words of affirmation.”

As you walked out of the studio together, Sukuna looked at you with a smirk. “But you know, I think I could get used to this whole ‘carrying you’ thing. It really keeps the fans on their toes.”

“Oh, for sure.” you replied, nudging him playfully. “Just wait until they start shipping us harder.”

“Let them do their thing.” he said, shrugging nonchalantly. “I’ll just keep carrying you around. I’m like a knight in shining armor, after all.”

You both laughed, knowing that the playful teasing and affectionate banter were only part of the adventure you were embarking on together. As the days went by, the trend only grew, with fans eagerly anticipating every new development in your story.

With each passing moment, the excitement around your dynamic seemed to intertwine your lives more and more, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

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moodboard by @chennqingg divider by @fictive-sl0th

Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: swear words, a slap, a whole new side of Daryl, very brief mention of cheating, sad Daryl hours, Merle being Merle (again), sibling fight? (again), talks about sex?

Word Count: 2,6k

a/n: Do we feel sorry for Daryl or did he deserve it?

P.S. I love love love the song I've chosen for this chapter. It fits SO well.

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《 Chapter Ten 》 《 Chapter Twelve 》

Chapter Eleven...

... in which the tables turn and Daryl is left with a broken heart...

Whether I'm gonna be your wife or Gonna smash up your bike, I Haven't decided yet But I'm gonna get you back

Whether I'm gonna flip you off or Pull you into the closet I haven't decided yet But I'm gonna get you back

'imgonnagetyouback' by Taylor Swift

Annie, who had made it back to you just in time to hear the words leaving your lips lifted a confused eyebrow; cocking her head. "Uhh, Y/N/N? You okay?" You didn't answer her; way too caught up in the sudden realisation that the man who broke your heart like it was a mere stick stood just across the street. "Y/N? Hey, what-" Your friend finally followed your gaze then. Her eyes darting between you and Daryl. "Who's that?"

Her words snapped you out of your trance; brain finally catching up - and once it did, you felt an cocktail of emotions brewing inside you... Anger, confusion, sadness, pain - a weird kind of happiness... But anger was at least in that very moment the strongest one. Balling your hands into fists, you forced your feet to work again. "Y/N?" "He is one of the biggest assholes in the United States. Probably even whole America," was all you said, before you stalked into his direction - full of determination.

Since the lot of students had disappeared by now, Daryl was able to get a better view as well - and once he noticed you, his heart suddenly leaped into his throat. He pushed himself off his bike and took a few steps towards you. The biker opened his mouth to say something, but you didn't even let him finish your name, before your palm connected harshly with his cheek; slapping him with all your strength.

Of course went Daryl immediately silent; lifting his own hand to rub his now red and aching right side of his face. "Ow..." He quietly stated with a grimace. "'S okay, though. I deserve it..."

You completely ignored his words and let your anger take over instead. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Daryl flinched and ducked his head. Currently, there was absolutely no trace left of the confident playboy. "Came 'ere to talk with ya," he answered carefully.

You snorted out a laugh and crossed your arms over your chest. "How did you even find me, huh?" "Dun matter." "Yes, it d- Wait... Did Tess spill it?!" Daryl shook immediately his head. "Nah." Your eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, were you stalking me?!" "Wha'?!" Daryl almost squeaked out in shock. "No! Fer God's sake, Y/N! I ain't stalkin' ya! 'M not a psycho!" You narrowed your eyes. "How did you find me then?" He sighed; nervously scratching his beardy chin. "Drove to Miles City, waited in that bar for ya... Tess saw me. Ta say she wasn't amused 's an understatement. Gave me quite some hell. 'N of course she didn't tell me where ya went. Met a kind old lady on ma way 'n she told me. Didn't ask her right away, though. Was jus' lookin' for the ranch."

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Mrs. Peterson..." You mumbled under your breath.

"Tess didn't tell ya 'bout seein' me?" Daryl was kinda astonished; only thinking about this now. And honestly, you were wondering why your sister didn't tell you about Daryl's 'visit' as well. You shrugged your shoulders. "Guess she just wanted to protect me... And my heart." The man opposite you nodded; fumbling his fingers and biting on his bottom lip again.

You sighed once more and turned to Annie - who was standing a few yards away. She didn't make a sound; eyes darting between you and the stranger. "Annie, go already ahead okay? I'll catch up to you." Now spoken to, she immediately woke from her reticence and gave Daryl a last judgemental, warning gaze, before she passed you by. "Alright. Take care, yeah? If you need me to kick his ass and optionally cut off his balls, just call me, yeah?" Your friend whispered in your ear. You had to suppress a giggle. "Promise." She nodded and left; already heading for the Subway you meant to have dinner together.

Redirecting your attention to Daryl, you took a deep breath and swallowed; the anger within you subsiding so slowly. "You want to talk? Then talk. Now or never," you finally stated and buried your hands in the denim jacket you wore.

You could practically see the gears turning in his head. How much he was struggling to form the right words in his head.

"Y/N, I... I need ya, please," he just blurted out then; not knowing what else to say. This wasn't easy for the not so eloquent biker.

You crossed your arms over your chest; giving the man standing opposite you a hard glare. This wasn't what you expected - or was it? Anyways, it wasn't something you wanted to hear. "Daryl, I'm not stupid. Not anymore. If this is about sex, you can thoroughly go fuck yourself or-" "Nah!" Daryl interrupted you - almost frantically; realising he had already chosen the wrong words. "Nah, 's not 'bout sex, I..." He huffed frustratingly; fingers fumbling nervously. "L-Look, 'm not good at this. I never..." The biker trailed off and sighed. "'M sorry, Y/N. I was an asshole... A goddamn blind 'n stupid asshole. Took me a minute ta realise it 'n sort this out, but... I-I miss ya 'n it kills me, 'cause... I-I like ya - a lot." Daryl found and finally said the words; immediately ducking his head and chewing hard on the inside of his lip once more - afraid of your reaction. Afraid of... rejection?

You had never seen him like this before... So... Nervous and uncertain... Even insecure. You swallowed hard. Your heart screamed at you to just cross the few yards separating you and jump into the man's arms - but then your brain joined the party and reminded you what got you and Daryl in this situation in the first place... He broke your heart and - knowingly or unknowingly played with your feelings. He treated you like a cheap whore in some kind of way. Using you for some fun and then threw you carelessly aside like a pair of worn out jeans. You had been hurting badly for weeks - months... You couldn't just erase the memory from your brain and say fuck it. You just couldn't...

"No, Daryl. That's not how this works. You can't just tear my heart into pieces and return a few weeks later and tell me you changed your mind," you stated; shaking your head. "Standing here with your hands in your pockets and a simple apology isn't enough."

The biker started to nod; heart clenching in his chest. So that was how it felt..., he thought - but he deserved it. Daryl knew that. It was only fair.

"Wha' do I gotta do, Y/N? I-I really wantcha back..." Daryl whispered from behind his thumb, on which he had started to gnaw. You took a deep breath. "Show me that your intentions and feelings are pure. You have to earn my trust. Show me that you really mean it. That you really want this - me... Us. A relationship."

Once again the biker nodded; understanding your terms. You were more than right. He didn't know how he could be so foolish to think that you'd welcome him back with open arms after what he had done to you - and fucking hell, he regretted it to his very core. Daryl had already done a few bad and questionable things in his life, but that was by far the worst.

"H-How?" He asked shyly; not having a single clue about how all this stuff worked. The only relationships - if you could even call it that - he ever had was back in his youth and high school years, and after he found out about his last girlfriend cheated on him, he decided to never do shit like that again; settling on one-night-stands, whores and strippers (especially Leah) instead - and now here he was...

"I... I don't know, Daryl, I..." You sighed and took a deep breath. "I need some time and space, okay? I... I have to let the scar heal. Give me some time and I'll come to you when I'm ready to give you - us, another chance."

It felt like a punch into the gut for the biker, but dear god, of course he understood. Respecting your wish was the least he could do. Hell, he should be grateful that you even considered to give him another chance. "'Course, yeah, sure, got it. I understand."

You gave Daryl a nod and a tight-lipped smile, before you adjusted the bag dangling off your shoulder and turned to leave. This time, you were the one walking away - and damn, the pain in the biker's chest seemed to be unbeatable...

"So... Who was that guy?" Annie immediately asked you the moment you sat down on the both across from her; watching her take a bite off her sandwich. "Daryl. My ex... Uh... Ex-lover?" You didn't even know how to label what the both of you had. It hadn't been friendship and certainly not a romantic relationship. "I don't know what we were. It was sex for him, love for me..." You tried to explain; trailing off. Annie swallowed her bite and gave you a scrutinising look. "Okay, yeah, no. I wanna hear everything. Spill it."

So, you did.

"Wow, what an asshole, indeed... And now you're thinking about giving him another chance? Do I get that part right?" You bit your lip; a slight blush forming on your cheeks as you nodded. "I-I, yeah, kinda? I don't know... I need time to think about it..." Your friend raised an accusing eyebrow. "So, he comes back to you, proclaims he loves you and you just... say alright, let's go?" "No, Annie, I didn't. I-" You sighed; rubbing the heels of your hands in your eyes in frustration. "Like I said... Need time to think about it."

She just stared at you then for a good minute and studied your face, before she spoke up again - and literally confronted you straight away with the truth you tried to bury since weeks deep down in your heart and brain. You almost felt offended.

"You still love him, don't you?"

You swallowed hard; actually not wanting to admit it, but in the end, you nodded - defeatedly. Annie shook her head; pressing her lips into a thin line... "Oh, girl..."

You shrugged your shoulders and lowered your head to stare at the surface of the table. "I know..." You whispered; feeling the lump forming in your throat. "I know I should hate him for what he did, but I can't... I just can't... I tried to get over him, and whenever I thought I made it, he keeps pulling me back in."

Your friend's expression changed, turned compassionate. "I'm sorry, Y/N/N, but please... Before you decide to just run back to him, do think it through, okay? Be careful." You nodded. "I will. I told him I would. The scar hasn't healed yet. Gotta do that first."

The short 'reunion' didn't left Daryl untouched as well. Your words kept echoing through his mind while he drove back home. He knew he had to give you the time you needed and he wanted to, but it was a difficult task to accomplish with an aching heart beating within your chest. All he wanted was to have you close; move heaven and hell to show you that his intentions were honest this time... That his love for you was real and sincere. But all he could do now was hoping... Hoping that you'd grant him a second chance.

Once Daryl arrived back home at his trailer, he did just as much as having a quick, cold shower and some canned ravioli, before he immediately went to his brother's workshop; not even bothering to sleep for at least a few hours. He needed distraction - even if it meant to deal with Merle and his stupid comments. Motorcycles were his life. It was how it was.

The younger Dixon was the only one at the workshop at that time of the day; the sun already setting. And of course it didn't take Merle long to become aware of his brother's sudden presence...

"You're back, baby brother?" Merle's voice urged to the biker's ears and caused him to lift his head. "Yeah, 'm back," Daryl answered nonchalantly; immediately returning to the task at hand - changing the tyres of the Harley Davidson beside him.

"What? That's it? Ya got nothin' else to say?" Daryl shrugged his shoulders. "Whatcha want me ta say?"

The older Dixon scoffed and rolled his eyes; crossing his arms over his chest.

"You been away for a whole damn week 'n now you jus' stroll in here 'n work as if nothin' happened? Like ya ain't just walked out on me?" Merle raised his voice; echoing through the big hall. Daryl didn't even flinch. He just continued to prop up the Harley. "Yeah, so?" He stated; shrugging his shoulders once again. "Ya ain't ma daddy, Merle. 'M a grown ass man." Daryl wiped his nose with the back of his tattooed hand and walked over to get the fresh tyres he needed.

Merle being Merle, he couldn't just leave it be and followed him. The older Dixon had a suspicion what caused his baby brother to act that way. This all wasn't usual Daryl behaviour. Something had changed over the past months... Merle was a lot, but not stupid.

"It's all about a girl, ain't it?" Merle stated bluntly; straightfaced. It caused Daryl to freeze in his movements for a moment.

How the hell could he know?

The biker clenched his jaw. "Again... 'S none of your damn business, Merle."

Daryl's obvious defensive reaction was proof enough for Merle. He barked out a laugh. "Got ya there, baby brother. You're really whipped, ain't ya?" Daryl just grumbled; finding the oil slick on the concrete ground beneath him suddenly very interesting. But Merle wasn't done yet - of course.

"Wait, wait, wait..." He suddenly exclaimed. "Don't tell me it's that girl ya screwed on yer bike trip through Montana!" Once again, Daryl answered nothing.

What was he supposed to say anyway? He had clearly lost this 'battle', before it had even started.

Merle had looked right through him. Sure, it took him quite some time to figure out that this was all about a woman, but he got there.

"Fuckin' hell, it is!" Merle laughed and grinned; sending his brother that dirty smile he knew so well. "Was her pussy that good, Darlina? Man, perhaps I should've really gone to Montana myself for that damn job I gave ya... Could've had a taste myself." Merle winked at his brother; still with that smile on his lips - and Daryl had enough. He was used to his brother's teasing and dirty comments, but with that he had truly crossed a line.

"Shut the fuck up, Merle!" The younger Dixon exploded and stalked angrily over to the older man; chest puffed out. "Dun talk about 'er like that, ya hear me?! She ain't nothing like 'em desperate whores you fuck every Saturday night! She's so much more than tha'! You should better keep yer dirty mouth shut, 'cause you dun know a damn thing 'bout love!" Daryl shakes his head and took a deep breath to calm his raging nerves, before taking a few steps backwards. "Honestly, man, I feel sorry for ya. Bein' in love is the best damn thing in this godforsaken world - and ya never got ta experience it, only 'cause you are convinced tha' it's for pussies and losers. 'S not. Tha's bullshit. I know tha' now."

Without another word, Daryl turned his back to his older brother and kneeled down beside the bike and returned to changing the tyres. And Merle? Merle could just stand there and stare; being rendered speechless by his younger brother.

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REQUEST → dear nonny, SUMMER BLURB PARTY ❝ 💬 prompt 58, “do i make you nervous?” where steve and reader are more acquaintances and have mutual friends? – tina invites you to a party while her parents are out of town, but aren’t you too old for this shit? and then you run into steve and, god you wished you’d said no • +18 ( a little king!steve, a little spice, a little frenemies and a little fluff • steve harrington x reader )

C O M E A L I T T L E C L O S E R 🎶 waiting for a girl like you, foreigner

This was easily the stupidest decision you’d ever made, telling Tina you’d come to her party and then actually showing up. Because you were too old for this shit. Because you’d been out of high school for a few years now and who partied like this anymore?

You shot Eddie and Robin a glare as they stood next to you snickering under their breaths. They’d dragged you along with everyone else to crowd down in the basement and wait outside a closet door to see if Tommy and Carol would ever come out.

Seven minutes in Heaven. The most asinine game of all time, but everyone was eating it up. It’d been well over seven minutes and you were tired of hanging out with a bunch of old high school acquaintances.

“I’m leaving,” you hissed at Eddie and he grabbed at your hand with ringed fingers.

“No, not yet,” came out in a whine, looking down at you with big, brown, puppy dog eyes.

“There is no way in hell I’m going in that closet.”

Eddie grinned, smile lines creasing his cheeks. “C’mon, it’s not that bad.”

“Eds, you need glasses. Look at this,” you waved an arm around at the potential candidates you’d have the ‘pleasure’ of sharing a small, dark, linen closet with.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “The worst is already in there,” he teased, “’sides, Harrington’s here.”

Harrington.

“Don’t even think about it,” you muttered and he grinned even wider.

“What? He’s nice now. Saved my ass more than a few times,” Eddie protested and you rolled your eyes.

“Absolutely not.”

Steve Harrington and his stupid member’s only jacket and perfectly coiffed hair and million dollar smile, the one that could – apparently – bag any girl he wanted. It had boggled your mind when Robin told you she’d made a new friend, Steve Harrington, can you believe it?? No, you couldn’t. Since when did King Steve buddy up with band geeks? A few shifts at Scoops Ahoy and you were already playing second fiddle to some asshole jock.

Well, not today. You didn’t need this.

Shooting back the last of the whiskey sour in your cup you gave the handle of the door one last glance and shook your head – stupid – but when you moved to leave the crowd gave a whoop.

“Shit, Tommy!” “Carol, oh my god, how was it??” “Did you find heaven?” “Gross!”

Tommy emerged from the closet triumphant, pumping a fist in the air with Carol under his arm, cheeks flushed and a big grin on her face. Everyone was eating it up and the thought of having to go in there with someone, anyone, made your stomach flip over.

“Eds, I’m going–”

“No–Sweetheart, stay!” he begged, nudging Robin with his elbow, “Right, Robs?”

“Are you kidding? No, you can’t leave. This is just getting good! What, are you nervous or something? Oh my god, you are! What’re you nervous about? Is it cos Peter Townsend is here? He’s so not your type–”

“Robin,” you hissed, cheeks flushed as every pair of eyes in the room settled on you.

“Wha–oh,” Robin chuckled and pasted on a piss poor excuse for a smile.

“You can’t go now,” Carol purred from under Tommy’s arm, “You’re up next, hon.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn’t happening.

“Sorry, I have to be up early tomorrow for work and–”

“It’s only seven minutes,” Tommy sneered, the grin on his mouth pulling up at the edges – a shark with blood in the water.

You couldn’t breathe, air sucked out of your lungs as your grasped at straws, trying to muster up another excuse. You desperately looked to Robin and Eddie for help, but they were too busy whispering and giggling at your expense and your cheeks burned.

“Fine,” you pushed, trying your best to sound unbothered, chin tipped up in defiance.

“That’s more like it,” Tommy said with a whoop, rubbing his hands together, “And while you were too busy arguing with tweedle dee and dum over there we all decided you’re in with Harrington.”

Your stomach lurched dangerously, queasy and full of dread.

“But, I thought you were supposed to spin–”

“Nah, we put it to a vote,” Carol cut you off picking at her nails, “Better not keep him waiting.”

Keep him waiting? Your eyes frantically searched the sea of faces staring at you, but Steve wasn’t among them. When your gaze finally settled on the closet you saw it was just barely cracked, a shadowy figure shifting in the inky black just beyond.

You thought you were going to be sick, but you weren’t about to be made into a wuss. Turning to Eddie you grabbed his beer and chugged it in one go, then finished off whatever was in Robin’s cup too, shit, easy sweetheart.

“You’re on the clock,” Tommy goaded as Carol took hold of your hand and tugged you toward the closet.

“Have fun,” she teased, voice sing-songy, shoving you through the door and shutting it behind you, plunging you into darkness.

❝ MAYBE I’M WRONG, WON’T YOU TELL ME IF I’M COMING ON TOO STRONG?

Your eyes strained against the black of the small room, your body all too aware of there being someone else in there with you. It made the air thick, too warm and too close and the booze swimming through your veins had you feeling on edge.

“Thought you were gonna stand me up.”

Steve’s voice broke the tension and you jumped at the sudden noise, pulse fluttering against your neck.

“You’re lucky I didn’t,” you cut back, trying to stick to your guns, but then he shifted a little closer, his breath warming over you cheek, and it melted whatever resolve you had left.

“Ouch,” he half-laughed, arm brushing yours as he rocked on his feet.

It was slow, but your eyes were adjusting, dense black shadows blurring into soft indigos and violets and Steve’s face swam into focus. Thick, dark lashes framing warm, hazel eyes, the strong slope of his jaw, moles chasing across his neck and cheeks and that dumb grin. The one he was giving you now.

"This is stupid,” you muttered and Steve laughed, tutting at you.

“You didn't have to come, you know,” he teased and you gifted him with a particularly bratty eye roll.

“Seemed like a good idea at the time,” you snarked and it pulled the corners of his mouth up into a tiny grin.

“At the time, huh? Not anymore?”

You scoffed, shook your head and folded your arms over your chest, but the words wouldn't come. Stuck in your throat at the way you could feel the warmth of Steve's chest lingering just a few inches away, the scent of his cologne making you dizzy, hazy at the edges and all of a sudden unsure.

Shifting on his feet, Steve's toes bumped into yours as he put a hand on the wall next to your ear and leaned a little closer.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asked, his voice notched a little lower, closer, closer, closer, and it made something in your belly twist.

“Nervous?” you huffed a weak laugh, “Keep your pants on, Harrington. I don’t even know you.”

“D'you want to?” Your breath caught in your throat as he crowded over you and lifted a hand to tuck your flyaways behind your ear. “You can obviously do whatever you want, but–” his tongue flicked out to chase along his lower lip and heat pooled in your belly at the thought of what he might taste like, “–aren’t you a little curious?”

“Curious?” you breathed, voice barely above a whisper and he nodded softly.

“Yeah, what it would be like.”

You’d been in classes him with since grade school, watched as he won everyone over for popularity in middle school and shot to the top of the social pyramid in high school all while you lingered down at the bottom with Eddie and Robin and Jonathan, but you couldn’t deny it. Of course you’d looked at him just a little too long, eyes stuck on the way his Levi’s hugged in all the right places, heart racing when he smiled at you from down the hall.

“To kiss you?” you asked and he hummed, a low rumble in his chest.

“Only if you want to,” came out strained, a strangled sound as he pushed the words from his lips and you found yourself arching into him.

“I–” you started, lashes fluttering atop your cheeks, “–I want to.”

And Steve wanted it too, hadn’t realized just how down bad he was for you. You in those jeans. You and the way you seemed immune to his charms. You and your confidence and fire and disregard for everything ‘cool’ or ‘trendy.’

“You sure?” he asked again, body tensing as your hips bumped into his, jaw ticking as he bit down on the heat swelling his chest.

“Kiss me,” you whispered and he felt himself unravel at the way your voice edged on needy, a little desperate, a little bossy and God – you were hot.

His free hand moved to rest on your waist, fingers pressing into the plush of your hip, breaths falling heavy between you as he leaned down, down, down to capture your bottom lip between his and it was like a rubber band snapping.

Years worth of tension pulling and stretching and straining as you both played it all off like nothing. Like you didn’t care. The thought of you being with each other like this a joke, but the only people you were fooling was yourselves.

Steve tugged at your bottom lip and it pulled a sound from your throat that put him in the palm of your hand — soft, pliable, yours. He dropped his hand from the wall to grab at your other hip and you teetered a little off balance, grabbing at his shoulders to steady yourself.

Your arms looped around his neck too easy then, like they’d been doing it for years, like they’d mapped the curve of his neck and muscles pulled taut across his back a thousand times. Pressing your tongue to the seam of his lips he opened to you and you licked into him, tasted spearmint, cheap beer, Steve, and you wanted more.

He slotted a knee between your thighs and you gasped, a lovely pretty sound he wished he could keep forever, keening for him as he pressed your back into the wall. Parted your lips with a pop and dragged messy, open-mouthed kissed down your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder–

“Harrington, is your watch broken? Jesus it’s been like ten min–”

“Shit,” Steve stumbled away from you into the shelves full of towels as Tommy yarded the closet door open, the sight of you two dropping his mouth into a little ‘o’. Hair messed, foreheads dewy with sweat, lips kiss-bitten and a hicky sucked to your neck.

“My bad, did you need another seven?” Tommy grinned.

Head leaned back against the shelves, Steve squeezed his eyes shut, chin tipped up as he pushed a heavy sigh from his lungs and all too aware of the way the crotch of his jeans was way too tight.

“Yeah, maybe,” Steve hissed, hands tangled in his hair and it made you laugh. A soft, little thing without any heat behind it, cheeks flushed and pink.

“It’s all good, Hagan,” came out easy, confidence swelling where Steve’s had deflated, “We can finish it in the car.”

And God, Steve would’ve made a mess of his pants right then and there if you hadn’t pulled him from the closet and up the stairs out to your bronco with a bench seat more than wide enough to fit two people on top of it, more than confident you wouldn’t need another seven minutes.

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Sighs dreamily

Just off the top of my head this morning, I'll say some Max-isms that Charles finds cute are:

• Smacking/kicking/elbowing Charles every two minutes when Charles says something stupid, but it's so gentle it wouldn't hurt a fly

• Him saying 'Charles' at the end of every second sentence for no reason other than just to say it

• His lying voice

• His 'I'm so done with Charles' voice

• His embarrassed voice

• His voice in general

• The way he says his S's and T's and R's

• How much of a typical boy Max is

• Him being obsessed with video games

• Him checking out his own biceps in mirrors when he thinks Charles can't see him

• Him not knowing how to decorate/interior design to save his life

• Him not being able to put together a decent outfit that isn't red bull shirt and jeans to save his life

• Him not knowing what SPF is and not believing in skin care and hair routines even though he lets Charles do it for him and hasn't bought 2 in 1 again

• His wrinkly forehead when he's confused

• The crinkles at the corners of his eyes!!!

• His beauty spots, especially the top lip one

• His tendency to speak before he thinks, so even if his face wasn't expressive enough to be an open book Charles hardly ever has to wonder what he's feeling

• His tendency to hide his face in his hands when he's laughing

• Also his tendency to hide his face in whatever part of Charles he can reach when he's embarrassed

• Or how he sometimes just smacks his forehead into Charles' shoulder when he's done with Charles' antics, but he'll let them happen anyway

• Max's talent for finding things in life to be mad about

• How much Max laughs and smiles without even noticing

• How much Max is obsessed with kinder chocolates, tomato soup and carpaccio, like he will eat anything, but it's like his eyes are magnetically locked onto tomato soup and carpaccio on the menu at literally every restaurant, you can physically see when Max found it as an option and there's no hope of him eating anything else

• His love/need for forehead kisses

• The override button he has for being embarrassed to talk about his feelings whenever Charles is even the tiniest bit upset

• All the ways he tries to coax the cats into giving him attention when they just want to live their lives

• His insistence that Leo is Charles' dog and Charles' responsibility, but he keeps finding Max cuddling him where he thought Charles wouldn't catch him or teaching him new tricks which isn't working because Charles is feeding all the pets too many treats for them to still work as a reward system

• His panic response when Charles starts crying for literally any reason including sad movies, honestly even happy ending movies, any kind of tears just give him a panic oh god how do i fix it response

• Max always feeling the need to explain to Charles again that he does hate the crying, but he also doesn't want Charles not to cry because he's allowed to have all his feelings

• T-Rex typing

• His innocent look when he's trying to pretend he has no idea what Charles is talking about when he wants to start a conversation Max won't like

• The thin layer of fat Max never loses over his stomach. He likes it especially in the off season when Max gets to eat lots of chocolates and things

Idk, there are probably loads more, maybe I'll keep a list in my notes app

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

if theres time, he’ll run a bath and clean you both up, get you some water and then take you to bed, but if not he’ll still clean you up and ask if there’s anything he can do before you get back to what you were doing

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

if he had to pick it would be his hands (or maybe im projecting). and on a partner i think he’s a boob guy honestly, doesn’t matter what size he’s still obsessed

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves when you squirt, he loves that it gets all over him and he also loves to come on your tits

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

loves it when you spit in his mouth and make him swallow it, he thought he’d only be into it when he was doing it to you but the first time you did it to him, whew let’s say something in him changed that day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not super experienced, he was only ever with padme before you and they never had much time to have sex but he’s a quick learner

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

doggy, he loves that he has such easy access to slap your ass but also reach around your front and rub your clit

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not scared to be a bit goofy with you, it’s not very often when it’s completely serious the whole time

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s well groomed, he likes to keep it trimmed and neat for not only himself but his partner too

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s loving and caring, will always make you get off 1-2 times before he even thinks about getting off himself

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it often, would rather you do it for him or fuck you than using his hand

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mommy kink, spit kink, choking (force choking mostly),

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his speeder. it’s usually in the middle of the night when everyone's in bed asleep already or during the day when there's just enough time to get away with it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing that pleading look on your face when asking him to fuck you, he gives in so easily

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing with bodily fluids (minus spit and cum), he won’t do anything where your face is covered in any way because he loves seeing the pleasured looks on your face way too much

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving. he’s a god at giving head and he knows it, but he wont turn down a blowjob either

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s honestly a mix of both, it just depends on his mood. if he got back from a rough mission he’ll be fast and rough but if it was im the morning after you both wake up he’ll go slow and take his time

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’s obsessed with them, he’ll pull you to the side just before leaving for a mission

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

oh yes, he loves to experiment with you, he’ll be up to try anything once

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3-4 rounds, he’ll take a few minutes between each round to check on you and get you a glass of water before continuing

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes! he has a couple of his own but he also keeps a couple to use on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he prefers to tease you over you teasing him, anakin loves seeing you get all riled up

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not too loud but not super quiet either, he mostly moans right next to your ear

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves fucking your face, whether it be with his dick or a dildo it doesn’t matter he loves it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i’m thinking he’s a good 7 inches and well groomed. he likes to keep it neat down there

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

so high. he’d keep going until he passed out if he could

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he already has issues sleeping so it takes him a while to fall asleep afterwards

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[rub1anauruu]

ins-s-securities.

5 — first and last.

“just stay out of my way,” bakugo reminded for the umpteenth time.

“okay…”

you understood his annoyance perfectly. while the rest of his classmates coped with their tasks without any extra weight, bakugo was forced not only to tolerate your awkward steps next to him, but also to protect you if something happened. it was a mistake to think that you weren’t nervous. the phone, ready to be used at any moment, was clutched in your hand; your thumb soothingly stroked the screen of the gadget.

while you genuinely didn't want to be a burden for bakugo, you kept thinking about the possibilities. maybe some villains would show up, maybe someone here would need help. in those scenarios in your head, bakugo would neutralize the bad guys, you would get the right shots from the right angle, and everyone would be happy. including his friends, who had already managed to express their excitement about the future footage before the patrol began. and managed to tease bakugo. he blew their asses. you split up with them. that was it.

looking around, you took in the deplorable state of this part of the city. while it was slowly and surely continuing to be rebuilt by civilians and necessary quirks of heroes, its outskirts in places still remained seemingly abandoned. it was these areas that became the target of the underground world of villains, places where the shadows of the events of two years ago could crawl.

“sooo... U.A. often sends you to areas like this,” you assumed hesitantly, just to start some kind of conversation between the two of you. the silence was weighing on you, and you felt obligated to be proactive. “yeah. sometimes due to emergencies,” bakugo confirmed without further elaboration, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. you returned the gaze.

pause. and somewhere there you are banging your head against the wall.

“oh! those school armored trucks,” you quickly pointed your thumb behind you, “this is my first t-time riding in one of those.”

“well, enjoy your last ride,” katsuki said slightly grumpily and turned away, adjusting the belt on his winter suit. under the dark fabric, you could clearly see the flex of all his muscles, especially his biceps, which begged the question of how the fuck he got into such perfect shape? bakugo was seriously buffed and you couldn't help but stare at his side. there were no boys like him in your class. and god, it was kind of flattering to be paired with him for your project. it was reasonable after all.

bakugo tsked and asked with an emphasized jerk of his chin at your device: “so what? your shitty camera will be able to perfectly capture my explosions?”

“of course! i made sure i had the r-right settings for filming something that p-powerful,” you stuttered, instantly cringing at how jarring it sounded to your ears. you couldn’t even look at bakugo for fear of seeing discomfort on his face, but all you could hear from him was an amused huff. “yeah. you better do your best. you won’t have any more chances to see something so badass.”

just bakugo bragging. somewhere there you are now breathing a sigh of relief.

the two of you walked around the street assigned to katsuki for another ten minutes - no signs of illegal activity. you managed to take a few shots of the surroundings for documentary purposes, a couple more with a reluctant bakugo, which was surprisingly funny to you and contrasted with the sadness that overwhelmed you from the empty streets. kids' laughter no longer rang out here, in the evenings the bright streetlights no longer illuminated the path for families who went out for a walk...

“nothing will ever be the same again, right?” you asked bitterly, the colorful arcade sign to your left reminding you of the simple happiness and carefree times that were lost during that horrible period. bakugo didn’t miss your mood and rolled his eyes. “no, it will be better,” katsuki assured you and you thought ‘yes, everything has to be better. nothing less than better’. your attention was caught by a plush and strangely clean rabbit lying in your path, the size of a palm, blue as the sky and with a bow of the same color around its neck. probably used to exchange tickets from the arcade machines for it. you couldn’t resist and stopped to pick up the toy, pocketing your phone, until bakugo noticed and did the same with confusion a few steps ahead. “what?”

you curiously turned the rabbit over in your hand and felt the pull string on its back with your fingers, without thinking you wound up the toy, and a hissing melody began to play with barely discernible distorted lyrics of a children's song:

“wind me u-up and watch me go,

spreading joy in every row-w-w,”

nothing seemed suspicious to you. as the song continued, the string gradually shortened. just a cute rabbit with a creepy-sounding song.

“hopping here a-and hopping there,

with lo-o-o-love and laughter—“

“holy shit, drop it!” bakugo's suddenly wary voice cut off the end of the line.

“everywhereee…”

!!/notes from me:

i hope you’ll like the text part. i decided to add some interesting twists hehe. thank you for waiting for this update🩷 a little tmi: i watched venom 3 (COOL!) and haikyuu movie (OMG THEY ARE LIKE A NEW BREATH OF AIR I LOVE THEM SM).

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:ೃ࿔ Childhood Nostalgia

This is not like my other posts. I was just thinking about my drs, and I've noticed that a lot of them are my favorite childhood shows. I decided to make a place where I could put all of them together!

1. Shake It Up!

Okay, I can say so much about this one. Technically, I'm not shifting to Shake It Up, but it does actually exist in my better cr. So here's some Love lore for you: I LOVE DANCING, and I loved loved LOVED this show as a kid. I don't know if you guys remember the Shake It Up sweepstakes, but I danced around in my room EXTENSIVELY for that (just for fun because I did not send in a video...) It was always my dream to be on the show, so what would be a better way to do it than to shift to a reality where it exists? There I get to actually win the Shake It Up sweepstakes and dance along with a best friend, just like Rocky and Cece! I even scripted that Gary is still the host because I absolutely loved his character.

2. Monster High

M-O-N-S-T-E-R. Monsters, monsters so bizarre M-O-N-S-T-E-R. Monsters, monsters yes we are! Okay I LOVE MONSTER HIGH SO MUCH! I still watch the webisodes and the movies, I listen to the music, I had the dolls, I had the jewelry. I am still totally obsessed with the franchise. Some Love lore: I always wanted to be a monster! There is one part of the theme song where it asks the question, "Don't you want to be a monster too?" And little me used to yell "YES!" from the top of her lungs! So Monster High was an obvious choice for me to shift to when I found out about shifting! I always wanted to be draculara, but I decided on making her my sister and Dracula be my dad! Some more Love lore: I love vampires, I am absolutely obsessed with vampirism. I always wanted to be a vampire and I am in like three or four realities?

3. Ever After High

Oh my god. This is a similar instance to Monster High. I'll never forget the moment when I saw C. A Cupid transition from Monster High to Ever After High. Just like Monster High, I STILL WATCH THE SHOW! I remember when I was younger, I always wanted to attend the school. I used to envison myself as a "Royble" Royale and Rebel! I wanted so desperately to be friends with Raven and Maddie! I love the franchise so much! So the fact that I can shift there and be in the universe just means so much to me.

4. Barbie

Now, this is more of a waiting room, but same as the other three realities, I LOVE BARBIE! I'm talking dolls, the dreamhouse, I had a barbie car that I could drive, I watched all of the movies, and I watched the series. So I decided to make my waiting room Barbie themed! More specifically, Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse themed! I just want to live in the dream house and have everything be pink and just have everything that my heart desires!

5. My babysitter's a vampire

SHE'S THE GIRL NEXT DOOR! Remember when I said I like vampires? Yeah, I LOVE VAMPIRES! I remember when I was a kid, I was GLUED TO MY SCREEN when this came on. I mean, I still watch the show (and the movie). The lore is impeccable, the characters are awesome, and the theme song is STILL ON REPEAT! I used to imagine having a hot vampire turn me and having adventures with the group! And oh my god, did I have a crush on BENNY! (Now I wanna preface that I am not shifting for any of them) but I just wanna have the supernatural experiences.

6. Total Drama

I WANNA BE FAMOUSSSSS! I loved this show as a kid, and I love it NOW! My god, did I have a crush on like? Almost everyone on the cast! I think this would be a dr I just shift to over my summers. I wanna participate in the challenges (granted, things will be not so...deadly because I don't know what the hell Chris had going on), but I just wanna be like Dakota and experience a friendship with Gwen and Leshawna, and I REALLY wanna meet Heather. Oh my god. I'm going to shut up now because I could talk about total drama for HOURS.

7. Victorious x Sam & Cat

What's a childhood without Victorious? What can I say? I loved it then, I love it now, and I love my queen, Ariana Grande! I don't have too much to say about this because I mean...it's Victorious? The icon you ARE! I would love to attend Hollywood Arts and have Sikowtiz be my teacher, not to mention I want to get into the wacky situations the gang finds themselves in. I wanna sing, perform, act, write, produce anything artsy related and here I can do that! Now, as we all know, Sam & Cat is a spinoff of the show, so I it's obviously going to exist along with Victorious...I JUST WANNA HANG OUT WITH SAM, GOOD GOD!

Okay guys so I tried to make the reality I was talking about match the color palette of the show, so that's why it looks like that lol!

[mockerycrow]

Soap NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He loves aftercare! Whatever you need, he has it. He immediately starts out with praises and soft touches, pulling you close.

I headcanon him as a heavy switch so he’s the type to need massive aftercare, too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Soap loves your chest. Breasts or pecs, it does NOT MATTER. Size doesn’t matter too.

He likes his v-line and he teases you hard if you like it too.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man will do anything with cum, yours OR his. Soap gets dirty, so it’s a common occurrence for him to cum, lick it up and kiss you, swapping the cum into your mouth instead. He is dirty as fuck. Anything.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Soap loves pain, specifically being the victim of it. His hips jump every time you slap him, he nearly gets drunk off of the pain. You discover it by accident—you’re making out, pressing your lips harshly against his and you grab his mohawk, pulling it a bit too hard—he moans.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite his job, he has experience. I don’t see him as this man-whore some others do, but he does get some once in a while. He knows what he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If you ride him, he’ll babble until his throat gives out.

If you’re fucking him, he loves being tied and held down, on his side.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on his mood. Usually, he’s very light-hearted, chuckling. He’s the type to chuckle and that chuckle melts into a whimpery moan. I don’t take criticism

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Soap keeps himself fairly trimmed, and trims regularly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Almost every time, it’s like he’s professing his undying love for you. Not in an over the top kind of way, but a worship type of way. He will look at you with such admiration.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Soap masturbates frequently in my opinion—he’s learned how to be quiet, although it’s hard. He usually has to gag himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BITING. God, he loves biting and being bitten. He knows it’s a bad idea, but he really loves being bitten so hard, the skin breaks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your quarters. 100%. He loves being surrounded by you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, literally anything you do. You could give him an innocent kiss on his jaw and he’ll be grabby within minutes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can’t do feet. Please don’t ask him for feet. He might actually vomit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh, dude, he prefers to give and HE IS FUCKING GOOD. He loves receiving too, but if he had to pick, it’s giving. He gets pussy/cock drunk very easy and it’s his favorite way to slip into subspace.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his mood, both for bottoming and topping.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He really prefers taking his time, but fuck man, if you got a chance for a quickie? He’s already unbuckling his belt and pulling you into a tight space.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is very willing to take risks, even risks of getting caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last for 2 rounds topping, but it takes him a while to cum. Bottoming, he goes until you stop (or until he genuinely cannot take it and lets you know).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any toys because of where he lives—he doesn’t like to risk it, but if you have any? He will use them on himself and on you, no doubt.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is the king of teasing. Do not tease him first because you’ll never win—but he’ll make you feel like you did, from how desperate he is for you, always.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be loud or quiet, but it’s groans, moans and whines. If you get him into subspace, that’s when you hear him whimper.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

After being stranded alone, having to find Ghost and evac with him to escape Graves, he has this fantasy of fucking you or being fucked while he’s in danger. Every time he jerks off, he cums hard. Soap’s hips jerk as his stomach tenses, a loud moan leaving him as he imagines his mouth being covered while being fucked into, a Shadow walking dangerously close, or fucking into you, biting down on your shoulder while he hears footsteps approaching. It’s unrealistic, but fuck, it gets him off.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s slightly above average in length, but he is thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a high sex drive, but he can control himself.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he bottoms, he’s passing the fuck out after aftercare. If you bottom, he falls asleep after he is SURE you are taken care of.

[inspiredangel]

‎ 𓏲 introducing photographer ! drew 𓏲 ⠀⠀ ׄ

how you two met.

It was normal day for you, you were walking around the city, taking in the sights and trying to find a good cafe to have breakfast at, when you accidentaly bumped into someone, which was totally your fault since you were walking around while scrolling on your phone.

"Sorry." you said with a soft smile, as you looked up and were met with the most beautiful man you have ever laid eyes on. He was the type of guy you only see in magazines, or movies. He was gorgeous.

"Uhm, ma´am? is everything okay." he said, snapping you back into reality. You chuckle "I´m good. Sorry." he smiled at you, his eyes roaming over your feautres, which made your heart flutter "s´ alright." he said with a soft smile "Do you live in town?" he asked, his voice warm and rich "Yes, i´ve lived here for a while actually."

His grin widened "Oh, how come i´ve never seen you around before?" he said as fixed his shirt collar. The way he was looking down at you was already enough to make your knees weak.

You shrugged "I like to stay home, y´know." you chuckled, and he did aswell "Gotcha." he smiled "So, where are you headed?" he asked "Oh, i was just looking for a cafe nearby." you said as you gripped your phone in your hands "I know a good place down the street," he said looking down at you "I could show you if you´d like?" you didn´t know if it was the hot weather, or him that had your legs feeling wobbly.

"Yeah. I´d love that." you nodded, which made his grin widen "Perfect. Follow me."

You two made your way down the road, and you soon caught the sign of a cute small orange cafe called "Depresso" which almost made you laugh out loud.

"Ladies first." he joked as he held the door open for you. He´s tall, strong, and a gentleman? God sure did take his time with him. You smiled and walked in the cafe, looking around how it was cutely decorated with plants and vintage pictures on the wall

"This place has the best coffee. I come here everyday." he said as sat down at one of the booths, you sitting across from him "It´s very cozy." you smiled warmly, as a wasitress walked over and took your order.

You two ended up having coffee and chatted lots. You eventualy found out he was a photographer which was another attractive thing about him. This man has no flaws whatsoever.

"Uhm, this might be a weird question.." he said as he cleared his throat "Is it okay if i take a picture of you? you´re stunning.. and i just don´t wanna forget a pretty face like yours."

You felt your knees grow weak "..uhh.. yeah." you nodded "Of course." you smiled "Great. Just smile or pose or something." he shrugged as he took his camera out of his brown leather shoulder bag. You smiled, as he snapped the picture

"Perfect." he said with a grin "Could i have you number aswell?" he chuckled nervously "Yeah! of course." you responded as he took his phone out his back pocket and handed it to you. You dialed your number in "Feel free to text whenever." you said softly

"I´ll catch you around then." he said as he took his phone and walked out of the cafe with that warm rich smile.

Even though after talking to eachother for half an hour, you didn´t even know his name yet. But you were sure that he was probably the love of your life.

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yapping: this is so dog shit, but please bear with me

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[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Jason Voorhees

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Such a sweetheart. He's eager to clean up after. It's a bit sloppy at first but he gets the hang of it. Tucking you into the bed and laying right beside you when he's done to cuddle. He does everything out of love and necessity. Of course you won't be able to move after THAT session. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's quite proud of his torso, it's a powerhouse. His torso is the one thing he'll allow himself to look happily at in the mirror. Those abs and back muscles were a blessing.

You? He doesn't have one. Everything about you is a blessing from God to him. There hasn't been an inch of your body he's neglected. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This may sound strange, but it depends on your relationship development.

Married? Cream pies oozing out of you every time.

Engaged? Cum shots on different body parts.

Even if you can't physically get pregnant, Jason feels like creampie always equals possible pregnancy. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There's nothing dirty about this pure man. How dare you! Until he kills……then he's pretty messy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not experienced at all. Pretty sure he grew up evangelical Christian. They don't like even kissing until you get married. He's awkward, uncomfortable, and shy. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Let's avoid laughing until he gets super comfortable with sex. He might think you're making fun of him. Once he's more confident in himself, he'll also laugh at the weird sounds and awkward transitions.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His pubic hair has its own ecosystem. You swear you could discover some new animal species in there. He'll groom if you ask him, or even let you trim him yourself. But if you like the ecosystem, be ready to become an ecologist 🌱

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Exceptionally romantic. There are times where it gets so overwhelming, it makes you cry. That and the incredible orgasms he gives you. Actually, you can't tell which reason made you cry the most.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nah. He will just come to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As long as it's gentle, he's into BDSM elements. Mostly bondage and you dominating him. Big scary guy likes to be put in his place, figuratively, by his small, cute s/o. It helps him unwind from his killing sprees. Once married, he will have the strongest urge for breeding.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

If you are okay with it, on a bed near the lake. The moonlight shines down on you both, exposing the glisten of sweat on skin.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your existence is enough to turn him on. But he gets especially hard when you take charge and take care of him, doting on him like the loving spouse you are.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that will hurt you. Also, anything that he finds degrading for the both of you like; scat, piss play, or spitting 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves to give, give, givvvvvvvveeeee!! Oh, you'll be screaming in pleasure when he goes down. His tongue and the amount of saliva he produces makes you feel like you're sitting in his heavenly water. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Scared to go rough, so he's slow and sensual. Later on, he'll allow some rough moments, but they are very quick. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Would rather have a full love making session. Quickies remind him of the teens who he kills for having pre-marital sex. There's no love in the action to him. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No. He'll try something new for you. But he has his hard limits.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Although he's a powerhouse, he delivers so much emotion through his movements during lovemaking. He can last 2-3 good rounds before he's tapped out. He needs to emotionally recover.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Sex toys? He's neutral. It depends on what it's being used for. He likes using them on you more than on himself. With bondage (and other related items) , he would rather be on the receiving end.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is not unfair! He'll give you what you want. He's a sucker for you 💕. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud. He grunts a lot. Sometimes whimpers. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You were teaching him how to tie knots one day with some colorful rope you ordered. His hands were used as a demonstration. After running through various techniques, you noticed his arousal poking out. That's when you both discovered he likes being tied up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Anaconda. Not kidding. He's soda can thick, 10.5 inches long. He has a small curve to the left.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Low, on his own. You're the deciding factor on how high his sex drive is. He tries to match you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes he will quickly fall into slumber after caring for you. Other times, he's energized by the session. So he'll go out and check the camp.

[holdmytesseract]

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Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: 18+! MDNI! alcohol, sibling fight, swear words, smut (not entirely graphic, but it's definitely there), smoking?

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: Is Tess right? What do you think, guys?

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《 Chapter Five 》 《 Chapter Seven 》

Chapter Six...

... in which your sister tries to discipulize you - without success - and you instead choose to take another long drag of your drug which is Daryl Dixon.

Angry, quick stomps announced Tess' presence. Unlike you, Daryl did see it coming. His body stiffened beneath you. "Oh, shit. Tha' ain't good," he mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear. His voice was the only sound who did the trick to get you out of your head.

You blinked; refocusing. "Why? What-" You weren't even able to finish your sentence, nor the time to process what was even going on when it was already too late.

"What the actual fuck are you doing here, Y/N?!"

Tess' voice hit you harder than any lightning could. Suddenly you understood what Daryl meant and you froze in place. Your heart leaped into your throat.

Her sharp, critical brown eyes quickly analysed the situation, before she crossed her arms over her chest. "And I've been wondering the whole past week where you went and sneaked off to... Well, now it's making sense," your sister said. Her voice dripped with pure venom.

You swallowed; brain working a hundred miles per hour to find the right words.

"Tess, I-" Your body reacted faster and you stood up from Daryl's lap. He let you and decided on keeping his mouth shut. "It's not what it looks like, I swear!" Tess' eyes widened for a moment. "Oh, it's not?" She said sarcastically. You shook your head. But then she pointed at your neck. "And that hickey there isn't what it looks like either, is it?"

Well, fuck.

Your felt how the blood rushed to your head and caused your cheeks to heat up. You totally forgot about the hickey and were now cursing yourself internally. "Sis,I-" "Don't 'sis' me now, Y/N," Tess growled under her breath and looked around; noticing how several pairs of eyes were already directed on the two - or well, three of you. The guys which whom Daryl had talked to vanished into thin air; walking out of the spotlight.

"We are going to have a little chat now," she said then with a sharp voice. Before you could even say something, your sister had grabbed your wrist and dragged you along. Away from Daryl and out of the bar.

The cool May air hit you harder than you thought. A shiver ran down your spine immediately. On the porch, Tess dragged you off to the side as well; away from prying ears. Her grip loosened around your wrist and she let you go, in order to cross her arms over her chest for the second time. "I am asking you once again and I want an honest answer. No more playing games, Y/N. What are you doing?"

You knew exactly that this wasn't a game anymore. The message had been clear and you had definitely received it...

Swallowing hard, your hands start to fumble nervously with your fingers. "J-Just having some fun..." It wasn't a lie, was it? But not entirely the truth either... "Fun?" Tess asked and lifted an eyebrow. "With that biker hill-billy?" You narrowed your eyes at her and wanted to defend Daryl, but your sister didn't let you. She sighed - almost frustrated. "Y/N, I thought we talked about that? I told you to forget that redneck guy and focus on work and your application for university." "B-But he came back, a-and-" "Why, huh? For you?"

You swallowed again and wanted to say yes, but you knew that his work was the real reason. "B-Because of his work." "See? You already know the answer yourself. Work. Not you." "He didn't know I would be here, Tess! He didn't think he'd see me again, but fate wanted it! This has to mean something! He's not gonna leave me this time! This is more than just sex, I know it!" Tess snorted out a laugh. "You really believe that? Gods, Y/N, wake up. Time to get rid of the rose-coloured glasses. He won't. I know guys like him. All he wants is your body. Once he's had enough and is bored of you, he's gonna throw you away like garbage."

You violently shook your head; hands clenching to fists. "No! That's not true!" Tess took a threatening step closer. "Oh yes, it is! You're just way too blinded by 'love' and especially by making heart-eyes at him. You're too naive and inexperienced, Y/N - and Daryl takes advantage of that. Believe me, I know it. I've seen it before. He's not good for you - and beside that way too old."

"No, you just say that, because you don't want to see me with a man! I am not a kid anymore, Tess! I am a grown woman and I know what I do!" You spat at her and turned to walk away, but stopped halfway to speak up again. "And he's not too old for me! We're barely nine years apart! Age is just a number, and love doesn't care about numbers!"

"Fine!" Scoffed Tess. "Go, get your heart broken! I tried to help, but if you don't want to be saved..." You ignored her words completely and stomped back inside the bar. Your eyes scanned the huge room for Daryl - and you found him right where you left him on that lounge sofa; sipping away on his beer.

With the anger at your sister still coursing through your system, you made your way over to the biker. He saw you approaching and wanted to get up, but you quickly pushed him back down with one hand and took the beer out of his hand with the other; placing the cup on the little table behind you. "Wha'-?" Daryl's confused words faded into a low growl as he watched you climb back on his lap - but this time facing him. With your hands on the lapels of his dark blue shirt, you pulled him in for a passionate - almost obscene kiss.

You weren't thinking straight - but this time it were Tess' words that clouded your mind, combined with the feeling of anger. You wanted to get back at her. Show her exactly how you felt about the biker in front of you and how much you enjoyed Daryl's company. In short, you wanted to rub it in her face. Getting your hands on the man you had fallen so helplessly in love with, was 'just' the bonus.

Daryl grunted into the kiss and couldn't help himself but to let his hands wander to your thighs; palms gliding over the clothed skin up to cover your ass and roughly pushing you further down on his hips. The kiss wasn't the only obscene thing going on between you and him. This little gesture was even worse and actually belonged somewhere else, but certainly not inside a bar...

Daryl seemed to be the first to get his thoughts straight again. He retreated from the kiss with now swollen lips and settled his hands on your hips instead of your behind. It was visibly much to your dismay, but Daryl realised that the both of you had to stop, if you wanted to not get thrown out and barred. Kissing and maybe some light making-out was one thing, but dry humping was another.

"Y/N..." He called out your name with a deep, raspy voice; fingers twitching around your hips. "Why ain't we takin' this to my room 'fore we got kicked out, eh?" A soft red hue spread over your cheeks; only now truly realising what your anger made you do. "Yeah," you nodded and softly bit your lower lip. "But not yet," you stated and pressed a last lingering kiss on his lips, before you climbed off of him and turned around again; now facing the room. "Can't waste the good beer, can we?" You took your half empty cup and took a sip. You saw Daryl smirk in the corner of your eye. "Yeah, guess yer right."

Your gaze scanned the crowd of people then and indeed found the one you were looking for... Your sister. She sat at the bar with two friends, but her eyes were directed at you and Daryl. A frown and visible scepticism, mixed with some worry and anger displayed on her face.

She had seen it.

A small, victorious smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Unbeknownst to you, were Daryl's eyes following yours. "Wha' happened with Tess? Wha' did she say?" His words redirected your attention back to him. You shifted slightly on his lap, laid an arm around his shoulders and let your other palm rest on his chest; feeling the cool leather of his angel-winged vest. "Nothing. It's unimportant. Tess just played her big sister card and thinks she knows everything better." Daryl just nodded while chewing on his lower lip. He said nothing, because he knew exactly how older siblings could be sometimes.

A few hours later, you found yourself on Daryl's lap once again, but this time without any clothes on, and the biker stretched out beneath you. His back was pressed against the headboard. While your palms were splayed on his soft stomach for balance, were Daryl's hands on your hips; guiding your movements. "F-Fuck, Daryl..." You breathed as your fingers twitched against his sweaty skin; feeling the fine dark hairs around his navel tickling you. Throwing your head back, you felt close to jumping off that cliff. The man beneath you could tell, of course. He had a hard time holding himself back. He always had. You were simply a goddess in bed.

Preferably in his bed.

"If ya keep doin' that...," he panted; his fingertips digging into your hips and most likely bruising your skin. "... 'm not gonna last." You shook your head and answered almost whimpering: "Y-You don't have to."

That was all Daryl needed to hear. Planting both feet firmly on the bed and slightly bending his strong legs, he started to meet your movements - which was in return enough to send you flying off the edge; free falling down that cliff. A broken cry of ecstasy was the only sound which was able to leave your lips, before you collapsed against Daryl's bulky frame; still somewhere floating on cloud nine.

The man beneath you followed soon with a low, guttural grunt. His hands and arms went limp and collided against the old, saggy mattress.

The both of you laid there in silence for a long moment; bathing in the aftermath, before Daryl rolled you gently over. "I need a smoke now," he said while moving to stand up; the bed squeaking under his weight. After quickly discarding the used condom, he slipped in a fresh pair of boxers and his bathrobe to at least shield his body a little bit from the cool night air. Then he opened the old, rusty window and lit a cigarette.

You just watched him in silence for a while. Admired the view and saw the smoke billow out from between his lips, while he tucked back a few loose, tousled strands of his long hair.

Even now was Daryl the most handsome man you had ever seen.

You couldn't help yourself but to get up and join him, but not without wrapping yourself up in a bathrobe as well. You didn't plan to catch a cold or something at that open window.

You stepped up behind Daryl and wrapped your arms around his middle. He smiled at you over his shoulder; taking another long drag, before holding the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger out to you. "Ya wan' a drag?" Without hesitation, you accepted his offer - not breaking out into a coughing fit this time. Well, it wasn't the second time he offered you... By now you got used to it.

Daryl smirked at you and took the mouthpiece back between his lips.

You leaned your head against his back then with your cheek pressed against his clothed skin as your palms started to wander. Stomach, hips, thighs... Toying with the waistband of his underwear from time to time. You played a dangerous game - and you loved it.

"Ya should be careful with dem hands, lil' cowgirl... Unless ya wanna get me goin' again," the biker growled lowly under his breath; exhaling a puff of smoke as he turned in your loose embrace to face you.

You grinned and innocently shrugged your shoulders; now gently rubbing his chest. "What if I do?"

Daryl growled and quickly reached inside your bathrobe to give your ass a playful swat. "Lil' minx. Yer way less innocent than ya act." You giggled as your hands toyed with the lapels of his gown. "Which is all your fault and doing, Mr. Dixon. You created that monster."

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[romsabombs]

OKAY WOW 🧍‍♂️

MALEVOLENT EP 52 THE WAGER NOTES

AHHHH GUYS IM SO SCARED😟😟

ok um i HOPE nightmare sequence!! and i wonder if arthur will sleepwalk again

ok press play

he woke up already ?? or is this part of the dream

hmmmm dont trust this nono :/

its gonna be dream turned nightmare

this HAS to be the dream🥀🥀

are we in this dream TOGETHER ?

antoine LIVES 💜

"he may need water" :((ohh thats nice

m'lord😇

i dont TRUST this antoine is gonna DIE

aw antoine :( :(

"you saved me" oh yeah hes doomed

LIE☹️🧍‍♂️

hes LYINGG 😟

maybe hes protecting antoine ? idontknow

OH he gets to be a detective again :33

OHHHH AHH!! YESSS WE AREEE I WAS RIGHTTTTT YESSSS‼️‼️

💥N I G H T M A R E S E Q U E N C E💥

GUYSSS IM SO EXCITEDDD

drowning MOTIF 💜

oh yeah john hasnt been in one of these nightmares yet

"why am i here?!" YEAH😟

OHHH SHIT? LOOK THROUGH HIS EYES IN REAL LIFE??? THATS SO COOL

this is AWESOME :33333

💖MY FAVORITEEE💖

YEAHHH can we do this againnn :3

ohh fuck this is so cool he can see through arthurs eyes

OH GOD😨

HAHA stabstabstabstab

28 STAB WOUNDS👹

"you can fight it. moreso than ever before" :(

"and now . the abdomen:)"

i ❤️ when arthur gets tortured

he cant what

the stars :( r they faroe

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CAN SEE🧍‍♂️

omg train... butcher?? um percival? ANYONE?

BUTCHER MENTION we won today

oscars letter :(

"what does it say" probably nothing

WHAT :( thats so MEAN

WAHAHAAT😟😟😟

what do you mean you lost your castle?? no you didnt🧍‍♂️

"everything you touch rots" 🥀

"enough😐" arthurs been through this already

OH ITS THE WOODEN TRAIN😞

did he fall down a hole HAHA

OMGG THIS PLACE i loved this episode but no one ever remembers it

do we hide in the corpse pile again

KILL her ?!🧍‍♂️

"can you still see the stars?" "no, i only see darkness" :(oh

so i guess the stars represent hope?

viscera.. thats the corpse pile i bet

a chest..

the stone is probably the lighter tho right

"for all your cleverness, you are still only human"

YEAHHHH PERSEVERANCE‼️‼️

damn.

ohhh no ! WHAT WHAT WGAT

ANTOINE? ? ?? ? ?? ?

antoine what the FUCK

NOOOO NONO NOOO NONOOO NOOONOOONOO NOO THIS IS BADD

. UM ?

OHHH are you KIDDING 😀😀😀

UR KIDDING NOOOOO

TRICKED FOOLED BAMBOOZLED

NOOOO O WHAT THE FUCKKK MAN

FOULLLLL I CANT BELIEVE THIS

FUCKKK BRO

"you're only human" SHUT UP GIRLL

KAYNEEE kaynee :3 where is heee

YEAHH ITS NOT EVEN HERE this was on so many peoples bingo cards

+1 ARTHUR CACKLE :3333💓💕💗

HAHAA THIS IS AWESOME

a piece of her ? the blackstone

"where is it👺" "WHO KNOWS😁🎊"

we WON ☝️☝️☝️☝️

IS it the blackstone??

small 😨BLACK😨 nail

"should we take it" yeah probably

um unless its like a cursed amulet

how are we only 20 minutes in i feel like i just ran a marathon

UM ? what was that

its GONE ? WE ABSORBED IT???

ohhh GOD 😟 that cant be good

maybe it IS like a cursed amulet

"that may have been a bad idea" "add it to the list🥱"

antoine :(( :( :((( :(

will we ever find out why he's even in the middle ages

oh :( aw honey :( ☹️

hes not gonna make it:(

🙁this is UPSETTING he really has to lose everyone huh

the castle is GONE ??? ok maybe he DID lose his castle☝️

so WHERE is the stone then

nooo his boyfriend is dead

hes speechless:(

ohhh honey ☹️☹️☹️

"he looks Tired" 🥀🥀🥀

DEVASTATING

:(((((( THROWS UP AND FAINTS AND DIES

YEAHHHH YEAH YEAH YEAH THE LIGHTHOUSE MENTION

he finally gets to tell someone hes a time traveler ☹️

yeah coz what the fuck is up with that

antoines like what the fuck are you talking about m'lord

well dont hype him up too much he DID try to steal our boat and leave us there to die

is he LYING or do i just not remember this🧍‍♂️

he's probably talking about someone else right and hes just pretending it's about antoine ???

:( hes gone BROOO what if i smash my skull into a mirror

and we're alone again,,, 😞

he doesn't even get time to stop and grieve

mmMMM maybe let's not MAYBE LETS NOT :/

thats fucked up bro let him rest idk

THANK YOU ARTHUR

hes EARNED it

we're THROWING IT AWAY ?

"i dont want you to relive that either" :(

NEVER beating the gayass allegations with this

TATTOOS ?? god damn it hes a cult member isn't he

what ??? when did this happen HAHA

wait is this the same antoine 🧍‍♂️

WAIT WHAT he did WHAT and now we have to WHAT

YORICK JUMPSCARE🥰🥰🥰

WHY ARE THEY GANGING UP ON HIM HAHA CHILLLL 💀💀

"the blackstone is inside antoine👹" "ahhhh😛"

i mean idk hes already dead :/

"it is too late🤖"

um what . wh

what what what is happening

kayne ?? please kayne baby where are u

YEAHAHHH ITS HIMMM

YESAHSHSHDFCND KAYNENEEE

"you know the only way is through him"

KAYNEE SPEAKKK BABY dont be shy

i missed you so muchh🥰🥰🥰

the wager mentioned

OMGGG WAIT IWAS RIGHT IT DID COME BACK IM NOT CRAZYY ITS A BET DARLING ITS A BET DARLINGG‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

its a BET darlinggg 💕💕💕

IT IS FUNNY

a new wager 🙂‍↕️

NOOO WAIT NOOOO NO

teehee he shut her out

✨💅oh lose the getup honey💅✨

:( :( NOOO YORICK :( :( ☹️☹️

ohh this is devastating

"you should shoot ME, really" 😁

what is happening wait

her ass has NOT been helping us👹

the fruit of my loins💀

ur telling me this all happened because of her daddy issues

like a Good. Little. Girl💥💥 hardd

AW :( THEY STAND WITH YORICK

WERE? NOOO NOO ONINONNONNF

WHATAT :(( NOONON ☹️☹️ YORICK

"relaxxx😛 no ones getting out of this one alive💅"

ANTOINE☹️

OHHH NOOOOOO NOOO COME ON

HAHA he CANT do it🥰 pathetic

is he gonna threaten us with faroe again

NO COME ONNNNN RELENTLESS

NOT WHILE HES ALIVE COME ON

JUST‼️ FOR‼️ FUN‼️

I KNEW IT the whole faroe thing again

aw he caved

yeah :( yeah not alive :(

"im nothing if not merciful🌈"

ohh this is horrific 🤕

is he gonna pull out the gardettos againHAHA YEAH HE IS

this implies hes eating out of the SAME bag of gardettos

💔this is NOT his fault💔

"i never should've opened that damned book" YEOWCH😀

"maybe thats a good thing" MANNN

"its just a body now" ohh he's desensitized

THE DAGGER? oh you're KIDDING

hes TAUNTING him but its kinda FUN

"are you planning on saving ANYTHING?! it IS an open casket, after all" 😛😛😛😛

this is CRUEL

"you've almost opened.. IT up" :(🤕

"i feel it" so he's using his left hand

omg blackstone description..

melted wax.. . the lighter..

"its impossibly black" they dipped it in that ultra black paint

throw it to her ???

his ASS is NOT gonna do allat 🫤

arms for oscar,,

NOEL IS ALIVE NOEL IS ALIVE WE WON

hes in the dreamlands ? just past the mount of dead horses

"where's the stick" yeahh...

hes LYING but its not like we have a choice its so CRUEL 🤕🤕

💥DADDY💥 💅HONEY💅

CHOOSE???? umm . . . NEITHER ?

teehee her favorite,,🎶

warped glass,,

OH . 🧍‍♂️

NO his parents ??? did she make them kill themselves. were they her cultists .

NO UR KIDDING

his parents HIS PARENTS

WHAT THE FUCKKK

this is when he found them i think

SHE made them do it 😟

HIS room 😀

OHH NO OH NO WAIT NO NONO

i can't believe his parents DID love him

god .

yeah he's trying to propaganda us

i guess he's doing it because lilith isnt so cruel as to show him this

WAIT WHAT

what is going on 😟 theyre HIM

dont worry about it!💅

arthur you cant make him PINKIE PROMISE this

hes not ? sleeping,,

ohh azatoth is prismo

i thought the hand of malevolence only worked for like four minutes

ohhh we're cooked now

HAHA NOOO NO DONT DO THATT💀

MAD mentioned this was on a bunch of bingo cards too

azatoth is prismo and kayne is the lich

quite the WAGER 💜

this music i fw this so hard

u really think we can make him feel empathy this is so funny 💀

hes not gonna change vro...

you can NOT fix him

a foolish Wager,,

its WEIRDMAGEDDONNNNN‼️!!!

this MUSICC💥💥💥

its giving flowey undertale

can we um set him on fire with the lighter he cant see🤕 im sorta running out of ideas here

WHATT NOOO WHAT BROO

ok now that he's killed his daughter arthur can go full kill mode on him

mmm ya but what is Joy to you :/

yes ok but without pain theres no joy and without suffering u dont appreciate the good times

rip kayne you would've loved the sims

ok this is very power of friendship

"little duckling",,,

so he's a GOD now huh🤕

divorce arc incoming☝️

"its okay" oh ok maybe not

we FORGIVE him ☹️

wow character development

"you are something that i can never truly understand" :( 🤕

this was kind of on MY bingo card that we'd go to the dark world this episode

"the heart you two share" 🥰

wait huh HUH wait huhHUH

WHAAT WAT WHAT WHAGAGG GHUHHHWATTG WHATSGT

"you are a shell of a man arthur, ALWAYS WERE🫶🫶🫶"

"who let his DAUGHTER DIE"

WHATGG THE FUCK😰

DAY OF WRATH

"you shouldn't have survived in the first place"

WOW . okay . all the plot armor GONE

CATCHY TUNE ?? 😦

there is no emoji that expresses my emotions right now HUH H H BDSNFDNXICJNDNEFMMX

OKAY okay . okay HAHA what the FUCK

listen guys i know i said i love when arthur gets tortured but EVEN I didnt enjoy that 🤕 this is the MOST arthur lester has suffered . how do you top this

how will this affect the arthur lester scar charts

yeah and i was right about kayne taking us to the dark world . next season IDK um john perspective? coz what happened to him after this🤕

okay you know what i changed my mind . arthur lester HAS suffered more than david ward

okay hmm so he hates cultists but he never really knew why ? then how is lilith the reason he hates cultists if he didn't even know his parents were devotees . and wasn't he raised catholic .

im just supposed to LIVE MY LIFE after THIS?????? ????????? ??? ???????? ????

[slashingdisneypasta]

Norman Nordstrom x AFAB!Reader || Drabble

Plot: 🔞T🔞E🔞A🔞S🔞I🔞N🔞G N🔞O🔞R🔞M🔞A🔞N!! MAKING HIM GRUMPY, PISSED OFF AND DESPERATE!!

Warnings: Sexual themes. Smuttiness (but no actual smut). Degradation, public ~activity~, brat!reader, skirt-wearing reader, etc. Unedited because I'm afraid of my creation.

Norman cant see you, obviously, but that doesn't mean you cant make him hard with very little effort.

Sometimes, you don't wear anything under your skirt when you go grocery shopping together. And just before you hop out of the car to go into the store, you take Norman's beautiful hand like 'one second' and carefully guide him between your thighs. His knuckles brush your soft inner thighs, and a furrow appears between his brows, before you open your thighs a little wider and he Realises.

His fingers come away wet at the tips, as you hop out of the car before he can say anything. "Okay lets go! Where's the list?- aha! Here it is. Hm... "

Norman gives a gravelly, annoyed growl as he pulls himself out of the car after you. You're such a brat.

~

You keep giving him gentle, tickling pecks on the cheek (And a few times on his neck), and when you hold onto his arm against your chest as you read the shopping list, his hand can so easily feel your naked cunt under the thin skirt you're wearing. Every now and then he'll mutter a frustrated little 'whore' or 'slut', but you just take that as encouragement. You give him kiss on the lips, a sweet and innocent one though you both know the things you're thinking about him doing to you are anything but, though you both know if he threw you on the ground and slid his cock into you then you'd let him fuck you right here, and then go back to shopping. "Oh, we need soup! Daddy what do you think? What do you like?"

Once down a vacant aisle you take a look around and then startle him by slipping your hand into his jeans. He's only startled (Adorably startled) for a moment, though, before he's just frustrated with you again. Deeply, sexually frustrated. You're mean, doing all this to an old impaired man. God damnit, he thought you were a sweet girl; a sweet girl perfect for making his babies.

He's fully grown, though, throbbing and hard in your hand and so big-- your lips part in desperation. You can only imagine how much self restraint he's demonstrating right now. When you look at his hands on the trolley; knuckles white and squeezing as hard as he can, you give a smirk. Slowly... you begin to rub him. You cant help yourself!

"-Agh, damnit!" He mutters lowly, trusting you that there's no one immediately around but keeping his voice down for the benefit of those on the other side of the aisle. "What are you doing?"

"You taught me last night!" You insist, also quietly; an innocent tone in your voice. "You said you liked it." And so do you- you love the feeling of his cock in your hand. You wish you could just pull it from his jeans and pump it out right here right now-- but you entertain some self control, too.

"I... " As you continue to rub his hard on, working him up to an orgasm right there in the store, in his pants, if you're not careful, Norman can only cut off and grumble intelligibly. Words cannot express how much of a brat you are- or how much he loves you.

Just as he's beginning to twitch, you promptly slip your hand out of his pants. Too cool him down, you give him a peck on the cheek, then tug the trolley to get him moving. "Come on!~ I think you're tortured enough baby, lets go home."

Sarcastic, Norman shakes his head. "Oh, no, not enough I don't think. i think you need to act like a worthless whore for longer."

You just give a giggle, making him sigh as he pushes the trolley where you guide it.

~

You continue to push it even in the line up to the register. The store's pretty quiet today, so there's only one register open and only a few people in line- and they're all ahead of you. So you, being the shameless brat you are, stand in front of Norman a little... too close. After you wrap his arms around your waist, you can feel his bulge against your ass and freely 'wander backwards', brushing your ass slowly against the painful hardness of his cock. Every time you do this, Norman gives a frustrated growl into your ear or squeezes you hard- hard enough to hurt- trying to 'discipline' you but that just drives his cock more securely between your cheeks.

By the time the cashier asks for you to to step up the register, Norman is more than happy to let you go and push you up to the front- away from him. "I'll meet you at the car."

Slowly you look away from his retreating back, knowing you've got him right where you want him, you flash the cashier a bright cheerful smile. "Hi! How are you going today?"

~

The entire drive home is dead silent. Then Norman sits in the kitchen and listens to you put away the groceries all alone, not lifting a finger to help you like he normally would.

Then as soon as you're done, going ahhhh finally. All done! ^^, Norman gets up and clumsily grabs your arm. The movement is clumsy, but once he's got you his grip is like iron and you could not escape if you wanted to- which you really, truly do not.

You're dragged up to the bedroom and shoved onto the bed before he unbuckles his belt and takes out his cock, crawls on top of you, and thrusts right into your dumb little cunt.

[justanothervigalanty]

”you hurt my son!”

name: y/n Wayne

age:(yours)

wanings: r@pe or assault, argument

Role:wife to Bruce Wayne mother to his kids and twin sister to talia al’ghul

you always had a resentment to your elder twin sister she was the favourite and you well you always felt like a waste of space so ran away and met the love of your life Bruce Wayne! He was funny kind and he had a son dick. You loved that kid so much so when he left you were hart broken but soon after Jason came into your life and I think we all know the Jason Todd story and the shit talia put him through. When you found out about one incident in particular you were more pissed than when she had drugged Bruce, even this felt far for her! Talia had r@ped your son…

“What did you say?!” You said walking over to where Jason was standing with Tim. The two had been arguing and Tim said how at least Jason hadn’t been thrown off a building to which Jason responded with “BUT HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING R@PED!?” Jason had tears forming in his eyes as he held his hands to his mouth realising what he had said. “What did you just say Jason!” You said bringing his hands away from his face. “Tim you should go” Bruce said as he came over to ask the exact same thing. Of course Tim left the room to get Alfred and ask for help. Jason had collapsed to the floor you letting go of him not wanting to cross his boundaries. “I-I can’t breathe” you heard him say clutching on to his clothes knees to chests. “Jason? I know you don’t need this right now but I need you to answer my question. What did you say?!” You responded more calm trying to get your son to answer. “Sh-she didn’t l-listen to me s-she just s-she touched me I-i told her to s-stop she d-dint listen!” Jason said trying to breathe. “Who. J who did that” Bruce said holding Jason’s arm. “T-T-Ta”- “TALIA?! (Nod) GOD THAT LITTLE BICH! NO ITS GONE TO FAR NOW!” You yelled standing up getting your motorcycle keys of the table. “Love, calm down we can”- “no you stay with jay I need to go talk to my bich of a sister!”you said before slamming the door.

It was raining poring it down but you didn’t care you needed to find talia and you needed to find her now. You knew that the shadows were all the way in Europe but that didn’t mean talia was. You had heard she had been talking to Damian and you just so happened to know where she had requested to meet him. Her address. So that’s were you went. “Talia!” You said storming in to her sat at her table with two cups of tea out with a cat stuffed animal next to her. “Hello dear little sister i was expecting Damian but i assumed he sent you to collect his cat toy from last week” she said tacking a sip of her tea “please do come sit” she asked gesturing to the seat opposite he that you sat at. “So what brings you here darling sister can my son not make it this afternoon?” She asked so casually as if she even had the right to be visiting Damian behind the courts back?! “You lost all parental control over Damian last month, by law me and Bruce are his only legal parents you are well aware of that fact talia” you practically hissed at her “so what brings you here?” She questioned “my son” you decided as you sat up straight. “You’ll have to elaborate, after marrying Bruce didn’t you also adopt his sons and daughters also don’t you both have that toddler Tom or was it Tommy?”she laughed “why haven’t you been busy?” She smiled stering her cup of tea “it’s Thomas, tommy is just a pet name. And I don’t mean him!” You said glaring at her emerald eyes. “Jason, Jason Todd i believe you should remember him.” You said you hand turning into a tight fist “ahh yes J, I remember him rather good with a gun.” She said a bit nervous “you don’t get to call him that! Not after the shit you put him through!” You said trying to stay calm. “Jesus, so I was tuff on the boy. Did I hit him yes but all I did was to help him you must understand that y/n.” She said as if that made her actions any better “oh yeah because that’s all you did to him!” You yelled slamming your fist on the table “I don’t know what you’re talking about so calm down for your sake!” She replied even now she sounded calm “you fucking r@ped him! You assaulted a 15 year old boy! Who happens to be my son!”you yelled tears streaming down you face “all my life you tried to make me miserable you ruined my childhood with your snitch ass atachued, broke my dead mother in law’s Perl necklace that had been a wedding gift from Bruce and the kids oh yeah and you drugged and fucked my husbanded, attempted to kill most of my kids I bet you don’t know half there names! And you fucking r@ped my second eldest and still call him by a pet name!he is back at home hyperventilating right now because of that trauma you gave him! What is wrong with you!” You yelled standing up knocking the chair down o the floor. “The kid isn’t even yours and like I did shit to add to his trama. I’m not the one who let there him die to the joker and if anything I’d be a better wife to bruce I mean it took me a drink and one night to have Damian how long did it take your fertility issues ass to conseev Thomas! Not just one night that’s for sure and how many misscaregis oh yeah 6 and 2 off those were this year!” She yelled back making the tear’s from your eyes keep coming. “That’s enough!” You heard Bruce’s voice say as he walked over to comfort you. “Come on love let’s go.” He said holding his arm around your waist as you both walked out. “Oh and by the way talia I would never even consider leaving my wife for you.” He said “why because I ‘hurt’ one of your little soldiers feelings?” She said mockingly “no because you hurt my son.”he said taking you out to the car.

One the drive back he put his hand on your thigh “you know if you are feeling like you’re ready we could try again for another?” He said jokingly “I think we have enough kids Bruce!” You responded playfully “then why have you been pregnant three times in the past 2 years?” He laughed “because you don’t know what self control is and apparently you keep on forgetting to bye condoms!” You said playfully pushing his arm. “You know I’d choose you and all our little demons over anyone right?”he said kissing you hand. “Then why are you so desperate to add more demons to our lives?” You laughed “well now you’ve just got me in the mood! Thanks a lot!” Bruce said as you started laughing

Note:I do know that Jason enjoyed himself during his and Thalia’s sexual encounter and did kiss her back but keep in mind this was a 15 year old and a neer 30 year old so it would be like a teacher having a relationship with on of there students.

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Miitopia With Gustavo! 10 July (Gus Brothers(and Bernard..) Reunited!!)

...So? What happened Before?

Gustavo, once a mere traveller, now given a quest to save a nearby town after PizzaHead the Dark Lord had stolen their faces. With the heirloom God's power and her brother's company, would they succeed to return the townsfolk's faces? We'll see about that...

Sounds like someone's knocking this early morning. But who?

Ah, so that was Gus's second brother, Stephen. Everyone gladly welcomes him with open arms

Now, its time for more rescue. Today is going to be smooth and joyous, it seems...Or maybe not..It looks like PizzaHead came to confront them once again..

As Gustavo thought he will blasted by him, something destroys the dark beam. who is it? Where is it from?

.

Some travelling Mage had helped Gus, and its..

T H E G R E A T S A G E G E R O M E

Oh! what a wondrous coincidence! If the Great Sage wasnt there, Gus will be done for!! It looks like Gerome quite impressed with our protagonist's strength...what a pity that he couldn't look for long...

Even the other is impressed at Gerome

this time the party had stayed on an Inn. What thyre been up to this time?

..mm, oh well...

Ah, someone else wanted to join? and its a chef? things getting good, it seems!

They shortly set off for another rescue, this time they met a monster rock!

Good news! its a piece of cake!! or maybe...sort of??

(i would say thats was horrendous..)

okay! another adventure! let see who is in need of help?

Great thing is, that vermin is easier to beat down than that rock thing!

rude abit, eh?

and please consider your friend, Marc. You're dying as we speak!!

(anyway, BON VOYAGE!! to their last destination!)

Firstly greeted by PizzaHead? its quite uncalled for! anyway, lets save this poor Granny Pizza!

According to the game, this only took 12 turn to defeat her, but i think it was more..is it beacuse of constant usage of SafeSpot? Anyway, atleast we won this battle!!

Now, with Gustavo's party had retrieved all faces in GreenHorne, its up to them to report this back to mayor John! Although, they also caught wind of bad news...

all they need to do next is go to the castle..but first, let's take a break...

(picking @luigigirl12 as Amiibo NPC. But Too bad, cannot change the clothes of this NPC tho..it wouldve been better if she wears Luigi costume tho. Apparently Citra Emulator could use Amiibo normally but i dont even have one. i heard Amiibo gives costumes for miitopia lol)

also, Gustavo's hc design and other OCs is by @cutechan555