#and the other character just thinks the rival is hot and amusing

[venusiansim]

i hate when im planning a storyline and i suddenly change a character’s aspiration because of a trope that i would literally die for when that’s not what i was going for

[seafarersdream]

Heck yeah Freddie Fox!!!!what if reader plays Gwayne and Alicent sister, but their chemistry is sooooo good that the creators had to cut their scenes together because "they're Hightowers, not Targaryens"🤣🤣🤣and the cast are having the time of their lives with that

Me and the Devil (Freddie Fox x Y/N)

Y/N L/N, who stars as Lady Eleanor Hightower, has an absolutely electric chemistry with her on-screen brother, Freddie Fox, who plays Ser Gwayne Hightower, much to the amusement and exasperation of the HOTD cast and crew.

TW // Strong language and profanities, incestuous undertones, sexual tension and innuendos.

The sun was rising behind the walls of the Red Keep, casting long, creeping shadows over the Outer Courtyard. Lady Eleanor Hightower, clad in the deep, grieving olive of her house, stood with an air of weary grace beside her sister, Dowager Queen Alicent. Her face was a picture of calm, though her eyes were heavy with the sorrow of loss and the weight of recent weeks.

“Do you think he’ll bring that dreadful horse again?” Eleanor asked, her voice soft but dripping with that sharp edge she never quite lost, even in mourning.

Alicent’s lips twitched, but she held her composure. "If he does, I’ll have it stabled outside the walls. I’m not having that beast piss all over the courtyard again."

The rumble of hooves on cobblestones drew their attention. The gates opened, and a column of knights in shining armor, bearing the sigil of House Hightower, entered the courtyard. At their head was Ser Gwayne Hightower, his helm tucked under one arm, revealing the tousled auburn hair and devil-may-care grin that Eleanor had grown so used to seeing—when he wasn’t hiding it behind an arrogant smirk.

“Well, well, look who it is. The fairest blooms of Oldtown,” Gwayne drawled, striding over like he owned all Seven Kingdoms. “Alicent, you’re still holding up the realm with that iron fist of yours. And Eleanor…” His eyes trailed over her, lingering just a fraction too long, “Looking every bit the grieving widow. Tell me, how does it feel to be free of that hideous arsehole, late Lord Hastwyck? May the Seven forgive him.”

Eleanor shot him a withering look, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. “About as good as it feels to watch you strut around like you haven’t been fucked in months.”

“Oh, fuck off, Ellie,” Freddie retorted, still in character, his grin widening. “Thought all that mourning might’ve taken the edge off your bite, but clearly, I was wrong.”

Eleanor arched an eyebrow, a smirk that could rival his playing on her lips. “And you, brother, seem as full of yourself as ever. Did the trip here inflate your ego even further?”

Gwayne grinned wider, flashing teeth. “Careful, little sister, or I’ll think you missed me.”

Alicent, tired of their verbal sparring, interjected. “Gwayne, you’ve arrived at an important time. Ser Criston Cole has replaced our father as Hand, and there is much work to be done.”

Gwayne’s grin faded into a sneer. “Ser Criston Cole? That jumped-up cunt of a knight? What, are we that desperate, we’re pulling nobodies out of the arse-end of the Kingsguard now?”

The crew, who had been trying to keep it together, finally lost it. Laughter rang out across the courtyard, cameramen shaking their heads as they tried to stay steady.

“Cut! Fucking hell, cut!” Geeta Patel called out, struggling to keep the exasperation out of her voice. She stepped forward, waving her hands as she approached the trio. “Alright, Freddie, Y/N, that was... Jesus Christ, that was incredible. But you’re not Jaime and Cersei Lannister, alright? You’re Hightowers. That kind of sibling chemistry doesn’t fly in this family. Tone down the ‘let’s fuck each other senseless’ vibes, okay?”

Freddie turned to Y/N, a devilish grin spreading across his face. “Hear that, darling? We’re too bloody hot for Westeros.”

Geeta rolled her eyes, but she was smiling despite herself. “I swear, you two are going to give me aneurysm. Just... try to remember you’re siblings. No more of that smoldering shit. The Hightowers don’t do what the Targaryens do, alright?”

Freddie put on a mock-serious face, hand over his heart. “I solemnly swear to be the picture of brotherly love. No more dirty looks, no more—“

“Smoldering looks, you tosser,” Y/N corrected, elbowing him in the ribs. “And good luck with that.”

The crew was still giggling, a few members openly impressed. “Honestly, we haven’t seen chemistry like this since Game of Thrones,” one of the grips muttered, shaking his head. “It’s fucking unreal.”

As Geeta returned to her chair, giving notes to the crew, Freddie leaned in closer to Y/N. “Honestly, how are we supposed to act like siblings when you keep giving me those eyes?”

Y/N shot him a sidelong glance. “You mean the same eyes you’re giving me right now? Don’t think I don’t notice.”

Freddie chuckled, his voice low enough that only Y/N could hear. “Well then how about we really give them something to talk about?”

Y/N swatted at him playfully. “Behave yourself, Fox. Or I’ll tell Geeta.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

Before Freddie could fire back, Geeta’s voice rang out again. “Alright, enough banter, you two. Places! And for fuck’s sake, remember—you’re Hightowers, not Targaryens or Lannisters!”

Freddie straightened up, slipping back into his role as Ser Gwayne, but not before giving Y/N one last, devilish wink. “For now,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

Y/N fought to keep her expression neutral, but the corners of her mouth twitched with suppressed laughter. She shot him a look that promised retribution later.

As the cameras rolled once more, they slipped effortlessly back into character, their banter sizzling with that same crackling chemistry that had the entire crew both laughing and marveling at just how damn good these two were together—siblings or not.

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On a different day, Geeta Patel was giving final instructions to Olivia Cooke and to Fabien Frankel. “Alright, Olivia, Fabien,” Geeta began, her tone calm. “This scene is all about the farewell. Criston, you’re asking for Alicent’s favor before you leave for war. This is a significant moment between you two. We need it to be subtle, yet powerful. Got it?”

Fabien nodded, his expression serious. “Got it, Geeta.”

Olivia smiled. “Ready when you are.”

Geeta gave them a satisfied nod and turned to the crew. “Okay, everyone, positions! Let’s make this one count.”

As the cameras rolled, Criston Cole approached Alicent with a grave expression, his armor gleaming in the dying light. He bowed low, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “Your Grace,” he began, his tone respectful, yet carrying an undercurrent of something deeper.

Alicent looked at him with those sharp, knowing eyes, giving him a slight nod. “May the Seven guide you, good knight,” she said, her voice soft but resolute. “And lead you not to shadow and death.”

Criston bowed his head even lower, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “I thank Your Grace for her prayers,” he replied, his voice filled with reverence.

Alicent turned as if to leave, her gown sweeping the stones with a soft rustle. But before she could take more than a step, Criston’s voice called her back. “And I would request,” he said, his words halting her in her tracks, “that Her Grace grant me her favor. That her Lord Commander may go into battle with her blessings… in his heart.”

The scene hung heavy in the air, the tension thick between them as Criston’s plea echoed through the courtyard. Alicent hesitated, her hand brushing against the delicate fabric of her sleeve as she turned back to him, her eyes locking onto his. There was a moment of silence, a breath suspended in time, as everyone waited to see what she would do.

She finally reached into her sleeve, pulling out the small, delicate handkerchief embroidered with her initials. The camera zoomed in, capturing the intricate details, the way her fingers trembled just slightly as she held it out to him. “Take this,” she murmured, her voice carrying a subtle tremor, “as a token of my favor. Return victorious, Ser Criston. And know that you carry my thoughts with you.”

Criston bowed his head, taking the handkerchief. “Your Grace,” he replied, his voice rough, “I shall return with your favor in my heart and the victory of your cause in my hands.”

The scene was supposed to be the focal point of the episode—an understated farewell between the Dowager Queen and her paramour.

Or at least, that was the plan.

In the background, Eleanor and Gwayne were supposed to be having a far simpler exchange—just a quick farewell between siblings, nothing more.

The moment the camera panned to them, what was meant to be a brief, subdued farewell exploded into something far more dramatic.

“Eleanor, my sweet sister,” Gwayne declared, sweeping her up in an exaggerated embrace, his voice loud enough to carry across the courtyard. “How will I ever endure the horrors of war without your smile to guide me through the darkness?”

Y/N played right into it. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes shining with fake tears. “Gwayne, you reckless fool, you’d better come back to me—or I swear I’ll hunt you down myself.”

The crew exchanged glances, trying desperately to keep their laughter in check as the two continued to ad-lib their way through what was supposed to be a simple goodbye.

Gwayne placed a hand on Eleanor’s cheek, his expression one of melodramatic intensity. “If I do not return, tell the world I died with your name on my lips.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” someone from the crew muttered, barely audible over the sound of snickering.

Geeta Patel, perched in her director’s chair, pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Cut! CUT!” she finally called out, though her voice was tinged with reluctant amusement. “Freddie, Y/N, what the bloody hell was that? You’re supposed to be siblings, not star-crossed lovers.”

Freddie turned to Y/N with a grin that could only be described as wicked. “Sorry, Geeta, got a bit carried away there. Can you blame me? Look at her—who wouldn’t fall madly in love?”

Y/N smirked, not missing a beat. “Don’t flatter yourself, Fox. It’s called acting.”

Geeta threw up her hands in defeat. “I swear, you two are the bane of my existence. How am I supposed to get a serious scene out of you when you keep turning everything into a bloody pantomime?”

The crew was struggling to keep it together. Even Olivia, standing nearby as Alicent, was biting her lip, trying to stay in character despite the ridiculousness happening behind her.

Freddie chuckled. “Geeta, darling, I think what we’re doing here is revolutionary.”

Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically, though she was clearly enjoying herself. “What he’s trying to say, Geeta, is that we’re just too damn good together. Maybe it’s time to change the script.”

“Or maybe,” Geeta retorted, her tone playful despite her frustration, “you two could try actually sticking to the script for once. I’m pretty sure HBO isn’t paying you to improvise a Lannister-style farewell.”

Freddie turned to Y/N, pretending to consider it. “What do you think, Eleanor? Should we behave ourselves this time?”

Y/N gave a mock sigh, brushing an imaginary speck of dust off her costume. “I suppose we could try.”

Geeta couldn’t help but shake her head as she gestured for the crew to reset. “Alright, let’s take it from the top. And this time, keep it in your pants, Hightower freaks.”

Cameras rolled once more, the scene resumed, with Criston and Alicent taking center stage as intended from the start.

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The camera opens on a sleek, modern studio set, the familiar logo of Max glowing softly in the background. Y/N and Freddie are seated side by side, relaxed and comfortable, both dressed casually but stylishly—Y/N in a chic blouse and jeans, Freddie in his usual mix of sharp yet slightly rumpled attire.

The interviewer, a young woman with a cheerful demeanor, smiled warmly at them. “Thank you both for joining us today. Why don’t we start with some introductions?”

“Hello, everyone! I’m Y/N L/N, and I play Lady Eleanor Hightower on House of the Dragon,” Y/N says, her voice smooth and confident as she introduces herself.

Freddie chimes in right after. “And I’m Freddie Fox, and I play Ser Gwayne Hightower, Eleanor’s incredibly charming, dashingly handsome older brother.”

Y/N snorts, nudging him with her elbow. “You forgot modest, Freddie. Always so modest.”

The interviewer laughs, clearly enjoying their banter. “It’s great to have you both here. So, as you know, House of the Dragon has a massive fandom, and one of the things they love to do is theorize and create ships outside of the canon. They really get invested in the chemistry between characters—and, let’s be honest, between the actors as well.”

Freddie and Y/N exchange a look, both trying to suppress knowing smiles.

The interviewer continues with a mischievous glint in her eye. “So, naturally, people are starting to wonder—could we be seeing the next Kit Harington and Rose Leslie? You know, screen partners turning into real-life partners?”

Freddie, never one to miss an opportunity for a bit of fun, suddenly turned in his seat, getting down on one knee in front of Y/N. With an exaggeratedly serious expression, he took her hand. “Y/N, dearest Lady Eleanor, would you do me the immense honor of becoming my wife? I promise to annoy you, to steal your snacks, and to outshine you in every single scene we ever do together.”

Y/N bursts out laughing, placing a hand over her heart as if genuinely touched. “Oh, Freddie, how could I ever say no to such a heartfelt proposal? But I must warn you—I take up all the covers at night, and I’m not above hiding the remote if you try to switch to football during one of our movie nights.”

The interviewer is cracking up now, along with the crew behind the cameras. “I didn’t expect this, but I’m loving it! You two are absolutely priceless.”

Freddie stood up, still holding Y/N’s hand, and they both gave a bow to the camera. “Well, you know," he says, turning back to the interviewer, “it’s all about keeping the fans on their toes. Can’t make it too easy for them to figure out what’s going on, right?”

Y/N grins. “Exactly. We like to keep things... interesting.”

The interviewer, still grinning, leans in. “So, should we start planning the wedding, or...?”

Freddie looked thoughtfully at Y/N, tapping his chin. “Well, we’re thinking of something small. Just us, a couple of dragons, and maybe a White Walker to officiate. Keep it intimate, you know?”

Y/N nodded sagely. “Very exclusive. Only the crème de la crème of Westeros.”

The interviewer shakes her head, thoroughly entertained. “Okay, okay, I think we’ve just given the fandom even more fuel for their theories! On a serious note, though, it’s clear you two have incredible chemistry. What’s it like working together on set?”

Y/N smiled warmly at Freddie before answering. “Honestly, it’s a blast. Freddie and I just click, and I think that shows on screen. We’ve got a great rapport, and it’s always fun bringing these characters to life together.”

Freddie nodded, adding, “Yeah, we give each other a lot of shit, but that’s part of what makes it work. We trust each other, and that allows us to really push the boundaries in our scenes—sometimes a bit too much, according to Geeta,” he added with a wink.

The interviewer wraps it up, still chuckling. “Well, it’s been an absolute blast talking with you both. Can’t wait to see what chaos you bring to House of the Dragon next season.”

As the camera pulls back and the lights dim, Freddie and Y/N share a quick, conspiratorial glance, knowing they’d just given the fandom more than enough to talk about—and probably a few new fanfics to write as well.

When the interview dropped on the internet, the fandom absolutely exploded. Social media was flooded with clips of Freddie’s mock proposal, and the internet lost its collective mind.

Fans were dissecting every moment of the interview, from the playful banter to the way Freddie had gazed up at Y/N during his over-the-top proposal. The comments sections were filled with fans declaring that they were “shipping” the two even harder now, some even demanding that someone should cast them both in a romcom.

Amid the chaos, Y/N decided to fan the flames a bit more. She posted a cheeky selfie on Instagram, looking effortlessly stunning as always, with a caption that read, “The coolest of the Hightower siblings.”

It didn’t take long for Freddie to jump in on the fun. He reposted her selfie to his own Instagram story, adding the caption, “THE future Mrs. Fox.”

The internet went into overdrive. Fans were tagging each other, sharing screenshots, and even their House of the Dragon co-stars started chiming in with their own comments, playing along with the joke. The whole thing had taken on a life of its own, and it was clear that Y/N and Freddie had become the fandom’s favorite new obsession.

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During a press event, when Rhys Ifans, the man behind Otto Hightower, was asked about his thoughts on Freddie and Y/N’s antics, his face split into a wide, unabashed grin.

“Well, as Otto,” he began, dropping into character with a serious tone, “I have to say, it’s a major fucking ick. Completely inappropriate! Gwayne and Eleanor getting all... cozy? That would make Otto want to strangle someone. He’d be straight to the quill, penning some strongly worded letters to sort that shit out.”

The crowd erupted in laughter, knowing exactly how Otto Hightower would react to such scandal.

“But as Rhys?” he continued, his tone shifting to one of genuine enthusiasm, “I’m all in! I mean, have you seen those two together? The chemistry is off the bloody charts! If they don’t end up getting married after all this, I’ll be sorely disappointed. They’re perfect for each other—on and off the screen.”

His lighthearted comment sent the room into a ripple of laughter, with everyone loving the idea of Rhys being a secret shipper of Freddie and Y/N.

Within hours, his quote—“Ick as Otto, but fuck yes as Rhys!”—became the battle cry of the fandom, plastered across memes, gifs, and fan art that flooded every corner of the internet. It wasn't just spreading; it was detonating.

The whole situation exploded into a full-blown phenomenon, with fans practically canonizing Rhys as the unofficial president of the Freddie and Y/N ship. People started tagging him in everything, from wild fan theories to NSFW fanfiction, with captions like “Rhys would approve” or “Otto hates it, but Rhys lives for it.”

It was unhinged, chaotic, and utterly glorious. Rhys’s endorsement didn’t just add fuel to the fire; it threw in a grenade, making the whole thing go nuclear.

[erosiism]

GENSHIN MEN AND…

prompt: HOW THEY WOULD REACT IF YOU SACRIFICED YOUR LIFE FOR THEM | part two

character(s): childe, ayato [part one is finished, it features diluc & zhongli]

warnings(s): angst ofc—mention of blood, my first post on tumblr so my writing style may be a little icky, inaccuracies since I haven’t looked up genshin lore for a hot minute 

note(s): male reader, second person, present tense, not beta read

AYATO

note(s); you are his fiance

Your marriage alliance is purely for business. Ayato knows that. He’s the head of the Yashiro Commission's Kamisato plan—he’s busy, for god’s sake. He doesn’t want to waste time or beat around the bush: if he is to marry you, the only son of the L/n clan, he will, but he doesn’t want you to expect any pleasantries. He will be cordial and polite enough, but he doesn’t have the time to butter you up. He will mind his own business, and so will you. He is not one for earthly desires. He cares far more for his clan’s prestige and for surviving to play the role of a husband.

“[Name], right?” He smiles at you. You smile back, your posture stiff and your smile fixed painfully on your face. “I’m sure we know what this marriage is intended for.”

Your skin feels tight. “I do.”

“You can go to Thoma should you have any inquiries. My sister will help you too should you need anything.”

You tilt your head. Your tone is straightforward and blunt. “And you?”

“I’ll be busy,” Ayato says politely.

“I understand.”

There: your first conversation had been completely unremarkable and bland. But Ayato had appreciated that you had been straight to the point. You had been completely no nonsense, and Ayato at least, did not feel annoyed. He has too many things on his plate to deal with trivial things like romance: too many rival clans are trying to assassinate him, too many people are trying to destroy his clan. He does his own things, you do too. Occasionally you two meet—it’s just one house, after all, and you two make polite conversation. You make for a rather amusing partner at times, you make him laugh, and with you he feels relaxed.

Sometimes he plays the tricks he plays on Thoma; but it’s almost impressive to see you stomach the strange food he feeds you. You tease him with a rather sweet straight face; in calm tones, you poke fun at him. Ayato forgets that the two of you are married, at times, but there are also the rare times that he’s almost pleased.

Months pass after your encounter. The two of you have lapsed into a routine. Ayato finds that there are times he almost looks forward to the occasions the two of you meet. He starts planning brief instances where he can see you: he starts to finish his work a little quicker so he’ll be able to see you. He lessens your workload so you won’t be tired. He buys trinkets that remind him of you. He starts to reach out to you a lot more. 

He notices you smiling more. You seem pleased, joyful, even at this. 

(“Gosh,” Ayaka tells him once, smiling sweetly. “You two do act like a married couple.”

Married. Ah. Right. Ayato has nearly forgotten.)

One day, as he’s out, he spots a gem the color of your eyes. He spends a decidedly long time looking at it, choosing it carefully, before he tucks it in your pocket. You deserve to have nice things, he thinks to himself. And so he will give it to you. His husband.

But when he returns home, he doesn’t expect to see the sight of you barely breathing, your breaths shuddering, your body limp. Thoma and Ayaka are not in sight. They must have gone out today. And you…

The gem clinks in his pocket as he runs towards you.

“[Name],” Ayato calls for your messily, the words falling over each other as they spill from his mouth, “[Name]!”

The last word is a yell. “[Name], please…who did this to you?”

“Those bastards,” you say weakly, “from…that…clan…they wanted information. They…”

“And you—”

“I didn’t give it to them, if that’s what you were worried about,” you manage to choke out. “I know how important it was to you.”

The information. Right. The scrolls. Right. Important? Perhaps months ago Ayato would have agreed. After all, that was months, almost a year of hard work. But looking at you now, Ayato begged to differ. Here you were, bleeding out, dying, because of him.

You sacrificed yourself. You sacrificed yourself for him.

“I know what this marriage was intended for,” you repeat the words he had told you when you two had first met. His husband. His beloved husband. His darling. “I’ve honored it.”

“No,” Ayato cradles you, feeling as if life escapes your body. Your body is turning cold. “No!”

It’s too late. The gem rolls out of his pocket, and Ayato despairs.

The gem is no longer the color of your beautiful eyes.

It’s bathed in red.

CHILDE

note(s); you are from fatui

There are countless deaths when it comes to Fatui. It has become disturbingly normal. And you are Tartaglia’s subordinate. The eleventh harbinger’s associate. You two hit it off, immediately: you are of similar age, and you have a little brother the same age as Teucer. Or: you had a little brother. He was torn away from you because of your poor living conditions in Snezhnaya. And that was what spurred you on to make a last ditch attempt to join the Fatui to find a purpose somehow; to riddle yourself with work so you cannot think of your brother’s death.

Childe has been nothing but sweet to you so far. You have been seeing two sides of him: the tender, gentle side to him when he talks about Teucer, when he speaks of the little letters he gets from his siblings, or on the occasions he speaks to you. And the other is more wild; more bloodthirsty—and in those instances, you can see the marks that the Abyss has left on him. That uncontrollable urge to ravage everything in sight; to leave it broken and damaged.

Today is no different. The two of you tread the snow as you walk up the mountains. Childe is laughing as he is telling you stories. You listen to him like you always do. Neither of you spot the Ruin Guards. Not even three—by some wretched curse, there are five of them, lumbering behind. And by the time their shadows loom before the two of you, it’s too late.

Childe flinches; you reach out to him in desperation before you see him shift into his Foul Legacy form. 

What rotten luck, you curse to yourself, adrenaline starting to fill in. What kind of stupid thing have we walked into?

You have seen him use it a few times—once against three Ruin Guards. He defeated them without much difficulty—but you had seen the after effects. You had seen the way he had panted for his breath; the way his face had turned pale, the way he had quivered and had grasped onto you and the Traveler for help.

He does the same. There’s still two remaining, and Childe’s still standing. But you see him clutching his head. You think of Teucer. Childe has a family to return to. You have no one. In a way, this action would be the most logical. The most understanding. It will be a sacrifice for Childe and his brother. You know the pain of losing a brother—you don’t want Teucer to go through that again.

“I think I can handle them,” you tell Childe quietly. You don’t have a vision, but you have a delusion you have yet to use. “Go. Rest.”

“[Name],” Childe warns.

“Teucer.” Is the only word you say.

Childe’s eyes widen. He bites his lip. He sees your point—you knew he would. 

“I’ll come back alive,” you promise.

“[Name],” he tries again.

“See you later.” It’s a clear dismissal. 

You push him a little to the side; Childe stumbles away. Then you quickly unleash the delusion you have kept and unsheathe your sword. Childe was the one that taught you how to use a sword—and now you recall his advice as you step to the side. The delusion has potentially lethal consequences. You know that. It’s your first time using it. You know that too. The energy thrums in your fingertips as you start to battle—the crimson lashes out between your teeth and blows start to rain on you.

You think of your brother. It was your lack of strength that caused his death—you can still remember his shouts, his screams—and even now they haunt you. You don’t waver, but your stance and your attacks become sloppy. Useless, you think harshly, useless! I can’t even—

The delusion unleashes more power in your desperation. The ruin guards start to sway and fall. You continue, but now blood is bursting from every crevice, every corner: wounds open, flesh tears away, and your mouth overflows with blood. The ventricles of your heart seem to be pulsing dangerously—the delusion is ripping away your mortality in return for its power. You continue. Your eyes start to tear—

Thuds tell you of the defeat of the guards. You slump in relief. Your feet carried you to Childe, who has collapsed on the ground.

“Childe,” you call weakly. “I…”

The words don’t leave your throat. Your broken stance is not the one that jolts him from his consciousness, but it is the splutter of blood and the horrid gargle your throat make when you start to retch out blood that horrifies him.

“[Name]!” He yells, “[Name]!”

“Let me close my eyes,” you plead. “I’m so tired.”

“No. Let’s—let’s get you to—”

“Please,” you start to beg him. “I think…”

Childe knows better. You will die if you close your eyes. He has to get you help—he can’t let you die. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

He has loved you. He loves you. He adores you.

“You promised me,” Childe starts to whisper brokenly, “you promised me, [Name]. You said you'd come back alive. You said you will…”

The promise is shattered when your head slips from his grasp.

Your first and last promise to him, broken.

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[shayminskyforce]

Red General Head Canons:

(A/N: Felt like posting more of my pokemon head canons. So here's mine of the OG character ^^)

Red is a male with he/him pronouns. I also head canon him as Bisexual. Is 18 by Sun and Moon.

Is practically immune to temperature. Whether it be the cold of Mt. Silver, or the hot summers of Alola. His pokemon are immune to the cold as well (well, Lapras is obviously immune).

Pikachu is always by his side. Rarely ever is it in its pokeball.

Is selectively mute. Prefers to only speak if it's absolutely necessary! Only his mom, Green, and his pokemon have heard his voice. His voice is quiet and soft spoken.

Dislikes crowded places and prefers quiet areas. Mostly because of fans and paparazzi.

Loves his pokemon with all his heart! Will 100% spoil them at a given opportunity.

He finds no need to speak when in battle. His pokemon just know what he plans. All through their strong bond.

Has a bit of a poker face, can be a bit hard to read. Though you can tell what he's feeling through subtle gestures. Like a faint smile when he's happy/excited. Or when he pulls his cap over his eyes, meaning he's scared.

Is autistic and is bad at trying to communicate. He'll try to make gestures about what he wants to say. But if they don't understand, he gives up and writes it on a piece of paper.

Carries a notebook and pencil to help with communication.

His friend group is pretty small. Only including Green, Leaf, Gold, Lance, and Lyra. But he's the closest to Green.

Has only left Mt. Silver for his birthday, his mom's birthday, Mother's day, Christmas, and Green's birthday.

Loves his mom very much. Will spend the day with her doing what she wanted to make up for the time he was away.

He misses exploring so was actually really excited when he and Green were invited to Alola.

Afterwards, will probably ask Green to take him to other regions. Even begged him if he had to. It was like he was ten years old again. Excited to see the world.

Gets along with the other members at the Battle Tree. Admires Cynthia's strength, and feels a brotherly bond with Wally (will 100% buy him some candy if he's upset). Is also curious about Elio and Selene. Especially since they tend to zone out a lot.

Thinks that Alolan Raichu is adorable and would love to hug one.

Having isolated himself from the world for 8 years, he is baffled and amazed by Mega Evolution and Z-Moves.

If he ever visited Galar, would 100% have a Gigantamax Pikachu.

He would also love how sparkly his pokemon will be when Terastallized, if he visits Paldea. His favorite would probably be the Tera Ice or Fairy crystals.

Would battle Green with these new ways of battling for both a challenge and fun. He would prefer normal battles over all, but Terastal would be a close second.

His Pikachu sees Green's Eevee as its rival. They would constantly try to outdo each other much to the amusement of their trainers.

Loves to sleep alongside his pokemon. Especially with his Charizard, Snorlax, and Pikachu.

Has thoroughly come up with proper care plans for each of his pokemon. What their preferred tastes are, how to massage them, and proper cleaning and grooming

Really loves it when it snows or rains. Finds it very relaxing.

He also really loves hats. Definitely doesn't have 30 of them.

Likes sour and spicy foods.

(A/N: Hope you liked my head canons for Red. I also have romantic head canons for him if you want to see that. Also feel free to request other pokemon characters if you wish ^^)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Regarding your last post, i would honestly love to see a jealous jade >:'DD

Jade doesn't seem like the type to get jealous easily and can keep himself usually in control.

So, like, imagine Jade heard/saw Miss Raven giving Rollo a Tour (because her generous uncle asked her to do so). Jade would probably find the situation amusing at first and would probably if he had the chance to tease miss raven about it, before he noticed how much time the two would have to spend together (again, explaining/giving a tour takes time). He would act as if he isn’t jealous. Jade would greatly maintain his facade with a smile. Jade would be seething on the inside while glaring holes at Rollo while quietly following them and just happen to stumble upon them wherever they went (What a coincidence!)

Or he would grab Miss Raven (just like in the fanart) and pull her close to him while he would scoff and mock Rollo under his breath. Imagine Rollo and Jade glaring at each other while Miss Raven is in between them.

Once alone, Jade would probably use his crocodile tears, sigh dramatically, or fake a pitiful expression trying to Guilt trip or make Miss Raven feel bad. Saying stuff like how's she's "cheating" on him. 😔

Rest assured, Jade wouldn’t let this incident pass by just like that. Now that he has a "love rival" (besides Rook), he has to step up his advances towards Miss Raven. After all, he can't just let his precious "Prey" escape from his grasp. How amusing Fu fu fu fu.

What do you think...? 👀

[Referencing this post!; the “giving Rollo a tour” premise comes from this fic!]

Actually, I have to confess that Rollo has basically replaced Rook in my “top 3 TWST characters” list… OTL Superior fictional French man/j 😔 L*ona is in that top 3 ranking too—

EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT JEALOUS JADE 💀 I think about what he said he’d do to anyone that betrays him (in book 4)… ngl hot I’m sure he’s patient and meticulous about plotting his revenge though it’s one of his many charm points💕

I’m going to go a little ham with the rot prompt so @w@ I’ll slap it under a cut—

J word just doing his thing, passing as a Normal Student on campus when suddenly he spots his usual target for bullying teasing walking around with a stranger (he knows all the NRC students’ information by heart :)) as part of his information broker duties in Octavinelle). Ah, this must be the representative from NBC—the headmaster was in a tizzy about finding a tour guide for him, according to Azul upon his return from last week’s dorm leader meeting. The poor sap assigned the task? Miss Raven. He chuckles to himself, wondering how she’s faring with it. Should he mess with her? He should, shouldn’t he?

So Jade goes over to introduce himself, shakes Rollo’s hand and everything. He immediately notices him going for the handkerchief, how Rollo masks his expression with it—Jade already knows there’s more to him than meets the eye. He then goes to greet Raven, who is frozen in shock. “Erm… good to see you as well…” she says, trying to stay polite in front of their guest. (“You’re acquainted?” Rollo asks, to which she hurriedly replies he’s a waiter at Azul’s eatery.) Raven’s quick to guide him away, insisting that they’re on a tight schedule (they’re not), just to put distance between them and Jade. A shame he can’t fluster her more, but he’s patient—he can wait. Jade wishes them well and waves… but he doesn’t fail to notice Rollo passing him a stern look before leaving. The feeling the mututal, Jade doesn’t trust him one bit.

As Rollo is being led away, he addresses his tour guide. “That man’s smile was quite the fantastical ruse”. (“Oh, he’s always like that,” Raven says dismissively. “Don’t mind him.”) He scoffs, then asks, “… What is he to you?” to which Raven bashfully changes the subject. This only earns a suspicious glare from Rollo, but he doesn’t press further.

There’s something very offputting about Rollo, Jade just doesn’t know what it is yet. Jade’s a curious merman, so he sets to following the duo investigating for himself. The mild discomfort, unfortunately, only seems to grow the more and more he witnesses of Rollo and Raven. With Jade, she’s always so snippy and defensive—but with Rollo, she’s more encouraging and cheery. More forgiving. Then he catches her holding Rollo’s hand (albeit just to stare at his shiny ring). Sharing her favorite stories. Admiring the flowers. Having lunch. Feeding the birds and singing to them. Such raw, unguarded moments. She’s wary of showing that side of herself to Jade, yet to so easily share it with Rollo… He feels something dark and ugly twisting inside of him. Jealousy.

Jade makes it a point to be petty by “accidentally” interrupting their moments together. They’re just coincidences, he insists. Happenstance. Certainly not well-coordinated efforts to drive a wedge between them. (Jade literally stands between Rollo and Raven, making sure to include Rollo in the conversation so it’s not obvious what his intentions are—to monopolize her attention.) After the third encounter though, Rollo calls Jade out on his bullshit farce (“You honestly believe I would be convinced these encounters are mere coincidences? I am no fool. You’ve been following us around, haven’t you?”), which leads into Jade’s whole fake crying schtick (“I would never do such a heinous thing!! Shikushiku… Rollo-san does not trust me. Such a cruelty toward your peers.”)…

dbsvsjsc)cayDRSt/2egabwkeju788!j THEN MAYBE LIKE. Jade is especially dramatic (because he wants to piss Rollo off) and like lays his head on Raven’s shoulder or in the crook of her neck and pretend-sobs, asking Raven to please comfort him in his time of distress… and Rollo, being a prude, gets all mad about it????? Calling it indecent behavior and how dare he engage in public cuddling— (meanwhile Raven is short circuiting over here—) “J-J-Jade-senpai, p-please remove yourself from me! Y-You’re… you’re too close!! And too big! And heavy!!” she squeals, trying to shove him off (to no avail).

“Ah, it seems Miss Raven too has chosen to reject me,” Jade laments. “Whatever shall I do…? Perhaps I will die of a broken heart and dissipate into mere sea foam.” (“S-Stop being overdramatic! You’re fine…” Again, she tries to pull away, and shoots Rollo an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about this, I didn’t mean for…”) And there it is again—jealousy, now pulsating and hot. A hand shoots out, seizing Raven by the arm and pulling her close to him again. Jade drops the facade, holding her chin in one hand while he regards Rollo with a cold smile. Rollo meets him with a glare. “At last, you show your true colors.”

“Alas, you’ve yet to reveal your own to me.” Jade’s eyes are half-lidded, bemused. “You wear that mask of civility quite well—I cannot help but fret for the safety and wellbeing of my poor, sweet Miss Raven when she is left alone with you.” (Rollo’s eyes narrow at that. “You’re of no real importance to her,” he scoffs. “What a swelled ego you must have to elevate yourself to a higher pedestal. You ought to humble yourself.”)

Rollo steps forward, as if ready to retrieve his tour guide and to be on his merry way with her. Jade’s eyes flash dangerously—but he returns his attention to his captured prey, sharp teeth and warm breath at her ear as a whisper slinks out. “Please permit me to borrow your lips, Miss Raven.” (“H-Huh…? What are you say… NMMMMMMPHGH?!”) And suddenly 🤡 bro’s aggressively kissing her right in front of Rollo, who’s standing there utterly shocked and appalled. She gasps and tears away to catch her breath, to give Jade a piece of her mind for giving her a fright—but here he comes again 💀 this time lightly peppering her face with kisses, (murmuring sweet affirmations inbetween), just to reaaaaaally drive the message home to Rollo.

Speaking of Rollo, he points a shaky finger at Jade and starts firing off ALL the bad words in his lexicon (harlot, degenerate, pervert, freak…!!). Jade smirks, considering it a victory to both unnerve Rollo as well as making it clear what his relationship with “the tour guide” really is. Unfortunately for Jade, Raven’s annoyed with him, beating her small fists against his chest and pouting. He laughs and ruffles her hair fondly in spite of her protests. There’s her shyness, her cute vulnerable side. All for him, none for Rolloz

I’m not sure where it would go from here honestly 💦 but!! I do think that once Jade leaves the scene and Rollo and Raven have a moment with just the two of them, Rollo calms down from his outrage. “That odious man stole a kiss without obtaining proper consent. He has harmed you.” The disdain in his words is palpable. What follows, however, is more uncertain—Rollo’s not very good at being comforting. “… Are you alright?“ “Y-Yes, I’m fine,” she stammers, though she’s still embarrassed knowing that he had been a witness to Jade’s… possessiveness. Without realizing it, Raven’s fingers drift to her mouth, where the ghost of an eel’s lips linger. Rollo’s eyes follow, and they heat with an intense, unknown emotion.

“… Come here,” he orders. (Raven does.) Rollo wets his handkerchief using water drawn from the courtyard’s well, then sponges her face off with it. You’d think he’d aggressively scrub her down to be thorough and to fully expunge the merman cooties but no—he’s surprisingly gentle. “There. I’m afraid that is the best I can do for now. You should wash your face well tonight to ensure you are clean and free of… him.”

“Earlier, I asked what that man is to you. From your reaction, I had suspected him a beau—but no self-respecting person would act so shamelessly, nor disregard the wishes of their partner. Alas, that is how mages are: wicked and selfish to their very cores.” Rollo sighs as he wrings his handkerchief. “… If you ever find yourself becoming frustrated with his behavior, you need only seek my counsel. While it’s true that you live among mages, it’s clear that they’ve poisoned your mind. Perhaps it is possible to dispel that miasma and to guide you on a more righteous path. Renounce Night Raven College and its teachings. Revert to your natural state, free of magic. Come to me.”

(I’m delusional)

OH BUT AS SoON AS RORO’S OUT OF THE piCTURe (ie back at NBC) YOU BET YOUR ASS J WoRD’S COMINGBACK 😭 Crocodile tears out on full display to guilt trip and to milk Miss Raven for her pity… “Shikushiku… Miss Raven, I believe I’ve said that you’ve gone and broken my heart. What will you do to compensate me for it, hmm? I do believe I am owed at least one date—no, make that two. After all, you did cheat on me with Rollo-san.” (“It wasn’t a date…! I had no choice but to serve as his guide!! Besides, it’s not a crime to spend time with other people.”) They settle back into their usual pattern of bickering, but every so often Jade will catch her scribbling away on stationary (who is it addressed to?) which reinvigorates his suspicions. Well, he supposes that Rollo can’t become too intimate with her since he’s all the way in the City of Flowers. However, Jade will remain cautious now that he’s aware of Rollo’s presence.

NOT J WORD BEING CLINGY POSt-ROLLO VISIT… Not like, being whiny but more like stepping it up with acts of service (like offering to walk her to and from class, brewing her tea, etc) 🤢 Gotta ensnare her heart while Rollo isn’t physically around… Bro’s probably also going to be checking with the mailman ghost to see if Raven’s continuing letter correspondence with Rollo… He’s going to sabotage their communication—

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

pretty please

☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆

summary : over the past few weeks, you're stressed out so bad but when you're with Eddie, you've been thinking a lot of wild thoughts, you want him to ease your mind

word count : not too long and not too short hehe just right

warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM! reader, language, unprotected sex (you do better wrap it up okay?), manhandling, I added a character named Marian who is a bitch but her and reader became allies at the end, Eddie is (24), reader is (23)

what to expect : smut (at the end hehe) and fluff 🤭

note to reader : it's my first time to write something ✨spicy✨ but I hope I did good writing it :))

author note : it would be nice to listen to the song first hahaha this is where the idea comes from 👇🏻

This past few weeks makes you feel nauseated

You have bad days before but not like this, this one is the most infuriating and it upsets you a lot

You don't know why, you can't understand why is this happening to you

on the way for work, you spilled your morning coffee over your white blouse

"Ah- shit!" you shake your hand off at the hot liquid almost burning off your skin as you run back at the house to clean yourself up and change your top

And your boss is returning your fashion sketches as she says "it looks like the ones that we already did before, try something new and different"

You restrain annoying groan because you worked all up day and night for all those potraits that she needed to see for the next fashion show this coming weekend

You don't have any ideas in the moment and that irritates you so bad because you're never like this before, you always have visions just sitting there waiting for it to come alive

Is it because of the stress? Are you working too hard? maybe.... you need a break for a while

You just sigh and lean back at your chair and throw the papers at your desk

Marian, your rival at work, you can feel her eyes on you

and you glance at her flashing a fake smile and roll your eyes at her.....

She's enjoying this so much, she hates you since the day when the boss always asking you for ideas

Marian isn't bad at all, her sketches are great, she has the talent, only if she wasn't so bitchy, you could be friends

"Rough day, huh?" She says as she leans down on the top of your desk grinning the way you looked so fucked up

"Oh- fuck off, Marian- leave me alone" you hiss at her

She hates the way you're so perfect at everything you do, the first year of you working she thought you will probably messed up at the fashion world because it's no joke but you're so experienced and you're so natural with it- she envies you and you even got promoted at work because of the designs that you worked on have been always out of stock ever since the fashion show people we're raving about the clothes that is coming from you

And your boss, is always crediting and thanking you and it warms your heart, you're grateful that you have a very genuine boss who is not afraid to uplift others working for her despite she's the owner of the fashion brand....

she also have this bitterness towards of you being the girlfriend of Eddie Munson

Corroded Coffin, one of the biggest and famous rockbands in Hawkins Indiana

It amuses you everytime when your co-worker friends talks about whenever you're with Eddie

Marian is giving glares at you like it's illegal for you to date Eddie

He is a gentleman, respectful, caring and the man you always wanted and dreamed of, he is so perfect just like you

She's jealous, it's obvious, yeah, you can't stand her but sometimes you feel bad for her

"Seems like our favorite and wonderful savior of this fashion company is running out of ideas" she smirks

You glare at her "I wish your desk is place on the far side of the room so I won't get to see your bitchy face and your bitch voice!" you huffed and cross your arms

"The feeling is mutual- I didn't asked to sit right next to y- you whore" Marion rolls her eyes as she plops back to her chair

"Whore? really?" you lean back against your chair

"Uh huh, yes you are!"

Your face crumpled up in confusion and you can see in her eyes that are now flaring with annoyance because you don't care about her remarks and she despises the way you can't seem to get under your skin

you don't really care about it and that angers her

You can't contain your laughter so you bursted it out in front of her

She presses her lips and shakes her head at you

You know exactly why she's doing this to you- she's just projecting her own insecurities to you that's why you don't really mind it

"Just because I'm dating a metalhead doesn't mean that I am a whore, Marian" you scoff and laugh incredulously

You pushed yourself back to your desk and proceed for the boss has asked you to do

You're with Eddie since you we're teenagers, you met him during your highschools days

He is being held back from his school year the first time you've met him but ever since you came into his life, he changed for you and it really inspires him to be better and he did and you're so proud of him

Wayne loved you so much, he is so happy with his nephew and for you too

Marian is eyeing on your ringed finger

"So you're going to marry him?"

You stopped at what you're doing and look over your ringed finger, a smile grows on your lips

"Yeah? why?"

"Y'all probably going to end up in divorce after-

"You know what- let's just work, okay?" You cut her off before she can finish her sentence

yeah, no wonder why you're so frazzled up this past few weeks

It's because of the Engagement Party

Maybe, you're anxious or this is just overwhelming and mixed emotions at the same time

It's been 3 in a half hours since you're tapping your pencil on the desk with your hand resting on the bottom of your chin

You're squinting at the paper in front of you- deciding if you can do something about it but nothing, literally nothing else come to mind

you push yourself backwards and looked over at Marian's desk

She's having her lunch right now and you looked over the sketches that are scattered on her desk

You got used that Marian isn't really organized at her stuff but she does the job

You picked it up and you admire her work and a lightbulb comes to your head

This is what the boss wants, so you give it to her, and she did liked it, now problem solved

You still give the fashion sketches that your boss told you to do it again but this time it's much more adequate than the first submission, it's unique

Marian on her way towards her desk while still drinking her last ounce of her coffee

She's been fumbling around her desk looking for her sketch that she did

While you're fixing your things on the way home you pushed back your chair and you say

"Go, see the boss" you say while you swing your bag over your shoulder

"What?" she responds not looking at you, she opened every drawer- it's not in there

"I said, go see the boss"

"Why?"

"Just go, you're going to love it" you grinned

Marian draw her brows together in confusion but she follows you anyways giving you a last look and you gave her a thumbs up

You leaned over the doorframe and the boss praises Marian sketches as she announced it would be her designs that will be shown this weekend

Marian eyes goes wide as she looks back at you

"I told you so, see you tomorrow!" You waved bye at the boss

"Wait!"

You turned around "What's up?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Give her my sketches?"

"It's because I loved it and I figured out it maybe the boss will like it and she did, right? aren't you excited?"

"I-I don't understand"

You chuckled "I can't wait to see your designs at the fashion show!"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Marian, I'm not here for competition alright? I know we don't get along but when I see an opportunity I'm not going to waste it"

It's the first time you see her genuinely smile at you

"Take care, now" you turn away from her

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Congratulations on your engagement." She sheepishly saids

"Thank you, see you around!"

You drove your way on the house and parked the car on the garage, Eddie is already in there, waiting for you

You closed the door and you screamed as you enter inside, Eddie carried you with a satisfied look on his face

"Ahh! Eddie, my god, you scared me!" You say as you puts back up on your feet

"I just missed my girl" he says with a smirk

"Missed me? We've been living together for 5 years?!"

"Well, it's because I love you so much and I want you in my arms already, if only I can stick myself onto you so wherever you go I'm always there" he says with the classic Eddie Munson mannerisms

Eddie never fails to make you feel pretty and loved, he's been always been so verbal about it ever since and that's why you're so grateful for him

"You want to stick yourself around me?"

"I will with no hesitations"

"Aww, my fianceé is so clingy"

"Finally, my dream girl is going to be my wife, I couldn't believe it"

You snorted and you blushed "you always make my day better"

He suddenly grows concern, he knows you too well

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Just another wrath day at work" you say as you sat down on the couch and sigh with a small smile

"Is it Marian again?"

"Yeah- but I think she's growing on me and her too"

He is shocked and he just stares at you with no word coming out from his mouth

You giggled "I kinda helped her at work today since I don't know what happened to me from the past few weeks, I can't draw and I think any ideas for the designs and it stresses me out so much" you groaned and throw your head back at the couch

Eddie just loves to listen to you and look at you like it was the old times, he had growth of course, he even became more mature but he still the same Eddie that you always adored

You turned around to see that he is already staring at you with loving eyes "and I spilled my coffee over my blouse this morning"

He winces at it "for my observation, I think you need to chill for a moment, you know- have some fun!"

You stare at the window for a second and you say "I think you're right"

"I'm always right" He winks at you

He opens his arms for an embrace and you wrap yourself around him

"I know you're so dedicated to this job, I just don't like it when you're taking yourself too hard, sweetheart" he says while he run his fingers through your hair

"I'm just nervous"

"About what?"

"Our engagement party?"

He pulls back to look at you "you're nervous about our engagement party?!"

"I-I get it you don't like it when my anxiety wins at me but in my guess I'm having mixed emotions but I'm excited and happy as you do, I just don't want anything bad happening tomorrow"

He smiles down at you "we're going to have the best wedding ever, I know it"

You beamed at him "I love you, Eddie"

"I love you too, darling"

It's 7am and the party starts at 10am

The alarm clock just burns your ears and you angrily groan and you put your arms around Eddie and bury yourself on his chest

Eddie just wraps over you and you're locked in his embrace, legs are tangled to each other

You and Eddie are always been like this- it's crazy like nothing ever changed, you just continue to love each other just the same

You can't even comprehend that it's been 5 years and now he is going to be your husband- you're so blessed sometimes you think that you don't deserve it

"Y/N?" he opens his eyes, he's avoiding the sunrise peeking out the window

"hmm?" you ask sleepily

"We might be late for the party" god- you always loved his morning voice, it's so rasp

You groaned more "I- I wanna snuggle some more"

"Sweetheart, you don't want them to see us underdressed and unprepared?!" He tries to get up and he chuckles to your action pulling him back from the bed not wanting to open your eyes

"i promise- I'll give you all the best cuddles later, okay? baby?" he says patting your cheek to wake up

You open your eyes and there he is- chocolate button eyes looking down at you with a giddy smile on his face

"hmph" you roll your eyes at him as you finally set him free from your grip and you stretch out in the bed

Your shirt ride up and didn't miss the eyes of your fianceé while licking his lips in the process

You smirk "I want a kiss"

You don't have to ask him twice as he clash his lips into yours

You throw your hands around him while his hand goes over your stomach and your thighs

You locked him again by your legs pulling him down more to you and he groaned as he slides his tongue on your mouth and you moaned

He deepens the kiss as he touched your breasts, you make out with each other for awhile not until the alarm clock rings again and Eddie had enough of it as he smacks it down on the ground and you laughed

Of course, he never lets you to do shower, alone

While you finished cooking up some breakfast

The dress that you always wanted finally came

You quickly unwrapped it and you say "Oh no"

Eddie almost tripped down rushing towards you "W-What happened?"

"it's the one that I wanted but it's the wrong color"

"It's dark blue, it will still looked good on you"

"But I want it to be maroon" you pout

You sigh as you sat down and he does the same

"Why is this happening to me"

"Everything will be alright, Y/N" he says as he kisses your forehead

you smiled at him but you're frustrated with your dress

While you and Eddie are getting ready and finishing touches at the decoration, you can hear almost everyone is coming at your house

Steve, Robin, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Mike, El, and Argyle came

Steve and Eddie talked to each other and you overheard Steve is so proud of Eddie outselling album copies when back then he's just playing at the Hideout and look where he is now, he finally made a name for himself and his band and the best part that he has you

Dustin and others are in college and even though all of them are young adults but they still act like the same and you couldn't help but feel so emotional about it, you missed being with them

Even Eddie's bandmates Gareth and Jeff, while reminiscing the memories that you have with them, they're both jokesters and so mischievous but nevertheless you both love them and you have the best bond with them back in high school

Wayne and your mom arrived and you can feel the energy towards your mom she's so happy for you

Joyce, Karen, Nancy and Jonathan are the first ones to congratulate you

After lunch with everyone, you excused yourself for a few minutes

You rushed through your bedroom with Eddie

You closed the door and you released a deep breath

You flinched when you heard a sudden knock

"Y/N? darling? are you there?" You sigh of relief- it's just Eddie- and you twist the doorknob open

"is everything alright?" He says as he enters the room locking the doorknob behind

"I'm nervous that's all" you slightly chuckle

He closes the door "you can just sit down here for awhile, if you want"

"N-No, I'll be fine- I'll come back there"

You loved the way he checks on you- to see if you're okay- the moment when you feel anxious but you can't help but hate the way he leaves you unattended.... you want him to stay with you

Before he can turned around to go inside, you stop him by holding his hand

He turn himself around, with his puzzled expression

"What is it?"

"I-I missed you and I need your love" you blurted out

He blinks and he smirks "Oh"

You stare at him and you have to admit that he looks so handsome and that his presence is enough to make you wet

"You cleaned up so nice" you compliment him

"Why, Thank you my sweet thing" he says as he kisses your knuckles

"You're so pretty, Eddie" you say to him as you walk towards to him closer you twirl his hair over your finger

His eyes suddenly goes darker, he knows exactly why you're doing this right now

"Tell me, what you're thinking about?" as if he can read your mind

"You're turning me on"

"Y-you what?!"

"Just you Eddie- you're turning me on right now"

"My, my look who's clingy now" he shows you a smug face that you always hated ever since but you always loved his smile you just dislike it because it's true, if he's clingy, you're more clingy

You roll your eyes at him as you move away from him

He tuts as he reaches out to grab your hand

"You didn't answer my question, honey"

You run down your hands over his body and he shivers at your touch "I'm having wild thoughts, would help me you help me out, please?"

Before you know it- he throws you down on the bed and you gasped and laughed at the sudden action

He removes his coat and crawls down at you and he slams his lips into yours

You wanted this and you can feel he is smirking through the kiss

He unzips your dress and pull the strap down and he buries his face on your breasts, it tickles you and you giggled

You remove your dress completely leaving you only with your underwear

Eddie admires you from top to bottom, half-naked, and you get so flustered by it and you turn your head on the side

He holds your face to make you look at him "What do you want, Sweetheart?"

"Every single night, I need you hands on me"

"yeah? and?" He asks keeping his eyes on you while he removes his tie and he does it so aggressively and you shudder at the sight of it

"When your kisses climb, you give me sweet relief"

He hums in responds and smirks at you

"You always make me feel so pretty, I want you and I need you to help me out, please?"

He leans down at you "Say that again, and I'll give you what you want"

"Pretty please?"

He kisses you so passionately, you love his soft lips and you mewled at his hard clothed dick at your clothed pussy

He moves down on your neck and nips at it and you whimper at his touch, marking you as his

He tugs your underwear and plays with it and he rips it off and you gasped he loves to caught you off guard

"Oh, my baby, look at you, why didn't you say something earlier?" He looks at you in awe while your pussy is dripping wet

He carefully put his ringed finger on your wet folds and you moan at the sensation and he grunts how tight you are

"E-Eddie- I need you please"

"Sweetheart- I have to prepare you before I-"

You hold his hand "pretty please, Eddie please!" you whisper-shouted

"Alright, okay, fuck-" he removes his pants and boxers and drags you at the edge of the bed and you squealed

"I need you to look at me, okay?"

You nod at him

"Tell me if it hurts I will stop"

"Okay"

He is still so gentle and caring for you as if you haven't done this for over dozen times already when you're both in college back then

He places himself directly onto your pussy and pushes himself in it slowly

You both moaned at the feeling

"a-ah- shit" you say as you throw your head back

He is so big and you look down you can see he is inches away disappearing filling you up completely and your chest rises up and down heavily

"....E-Eddie" you say while you hold his chest

"W-What is it?" He asks he is struggling to keep his eyes open

"You can m-move" you say the moment he reaches down to your sweet spot, you moaned

He hold your back and put your arms around his neck "Come baby, I want you to ride me"

You straddle yourself up to him while you legs are now wobbling at the euphoric rising up to your senses

He pulls in and out and he brushes away your hair out of your face

You show him a sickly smile, that's enough to roll his eyes "You're taking me so well"

"Oh, darling if you smile at me like that I won't last long"

"D-Don't stop, Eddie, it feels so good"

He pounds you so hard that you can suppress your moans any longer

Thankfully, there's a loud music outside of the room

You completely forgotten that you're having an engagement party

He paces faster and faster and you just whimper and moan as you cling onto him and bury yourself on his crook of his neck

Eddie holds on to you and gripping your waist and back that would leave marks and you don't mind it- you love the marks that he always leaves on you

You place both of your hands over his shoulder as you bounce at him up and down and ride him

"o-Oh motherfucker-" he curses out at the sensation

"Damn, baby you look so beautiful like this"

"The only ride that I want is you" you say as you eye him up and down with a hunger in your eyes

Eddie's became more lustful as he kisses your lips again- deeper and deeper as you follow his pace

You pulled back at each other so breathless and the room is filled nothing but moans and moans

You grip on him tighter and he knows it that you're almost there

"Are you close, baby?"

"Y-yeah, oh- Eddie please go more faster- fuck!"

"Eddie-"

"Yes?"

"Come inside of me, please"

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes I-I want it"

"Goddamn it, sweetheart"

You screamed his name and arched your back

You both came undone as you slowly ride him, you're both breathing heavily as you embrace him and you both fall back at the end

He moaned "Wow"

You breathlessly giggled "I love you so much"

"You're so hot while riding me, I love you the most"

You caressed his head and he hums

"You can't wait for the honeymoon, huh?" He wiggle his brows at you

"Shut up, Eddie" you scoffed but can't contain the smile on your face

Eddie gets up and removes himself off to you and he smirks at your legs shaking and you blushed at him

He wears his boxers and he cleans you up first, taking care of you nicely and there's so much fondness in his eyes and yours too

He helps you get up with your dress and you retouched your smudged makeup while he's brushing your hair

You and Eddie both giggled suspiciously of what you both just did

You both can't help each other and you make out again before leaving the room

"Eddie!" You giggled

"What?" He pulled back from the kiss

"the guests might be wondering where we are!" You exclaimed

"And so what?" He will never ever get tired of touching you all the time and your pussy clenches again at his overwhelming touch

"You're going to mess up my makeup again!" You say as you push him back and you turned around reaching out at the doorknob

He ignores you, as he put his hand under dress playing with your clit

You gasped "Holy- shit- Eddie!"

He smirks behind your back and you arched your back and giving him more skin to kiss your neck

Both of you pulled back into reality when you suddenly heard a loud bang on the door

You laughed and cover your mouth and Eddie grunted annoyingly as he unlock and swings the door open

"Y/N, Eddie? Are you-" it's Steve

You waved at him shyly and Eddie raises his brows

Of course he knows what happened he is not dumb- as he smirks at Eddie slightly

"Uh- Everybody is looking for the both of you they're been waiting for the um- speech?"

Eddie clasps his hands together "Oh, right uh- yup"

Steve nods and he walks away

Eddie lets you go outside first and he intertwined his hands into yours while coming down the stairs

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"I think i found my inspiration"

He grins at you "Seriously?"

You chortled "Yes"

"I'm glad, just say the word, sweetheart- I will get you of the stress in no time"

"Pretty Please?" You say innocently as you bat your eyes at him

"Sure thing, my darling, anything for you" he says as he kisses your cheek with loud MWAH

you giggled and everyone cheered for you and you and Eddie looked at each other filled with gratitude and appreciation

"Pretty Please?" you voice echoes in Eddie's mind as he want to hear your sweet voice forever

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Who are you?

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Genre : I'm not sure myself???

Tw : none

Pairing : Kei Kaname & Haruka Kiyomine x male reader (platonic)

Characters : you, Kei Kaname, Haruka Kiyomine

Story : !! Kei and Haruka is coming to your school?!?

The baseball field buzzed with energy, and your hands tingled around the grip of your bat. Today’s game was against Kei and Haru’s team, and even though they were the toughest rivals in the league, you couldn’t shake the thrill that came with facing them. Over the past few seasons, you’d gone head-to-head with them so many times that you’d lost count.

And even if you lost every time, you didn’t care. To you, Kei and Haruka weren’t just competitors—they were friends, the kind of friends who remembered your name, knew your quirks, and never minded your fanboying.

Leaning back on the bench, you let your mind drift to a memory from last season, right after your first big match together.

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It had been a hot day. Your team had just finished their game against Kei and Haruka, and though you’d lost, you were too pumped up to feel anything but pride. After all, you’d nearly caught up by the ninth inning, and you’d managed to score against Haru's infamous pitches.

As you sat on the grass catching your breath, Kei wandered over, arms crossed and that signature smirk on his face.

“Not bad,” he said, nudging you with the toe of his cleat. “Didn’t think you’d keep up like that.”

Grinning, you swatted at the air dismissively. “I know, right? I almost had you both there at the end!”

Kei rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he held out a hand, and you clasped it, letting him haul you to your feet.

“Hey, Kei-chan,” you said, only half-jokingly. “Next time, I’m taking you down for real.”

Kei blinked, clearly caught off-guard. “Kei-chan?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You know most people call me ‘Kei-kun.’”

You shrugged, giving him a lopsided grin. “Yeah, well, I’m not most people.”

Kei scoffed, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Fine. Don’t come crying when I embarrass you next time, (Name)-chan.”

The two of you laughed, the rivalry somehow deepening into something comfortable, something that felt less like enemies and more like a team.

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The next season, things got even closer. By now, you and Kei had developed a routine. After every game, win or lose, you’d meet by the benches and recap the highlights, teasing each other over every slip-up and every lucky break.

One particularly tough match had ended with both of you gasping for air while getting off the field, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Kei shook his head, pretending to be disappointed.

“Seriously, (Name)-chan you’re still trying that same trick pitch against me?” Kei grinned, popping his knuckles. “When are you gonna learn that I’ve got you all figured out?”

You smirked, giving him a light shove on the shoulder. “I’ll keep trying it until I get it past you. Besides, you should be honored I save my best moves just for you.”

“Aw, is that so?” Kei’s voice dropped into a mockingly sentimental tone. “I’m touched. Really. Haru-chan, you hear that? Our rival’s got a crush on me.”

Haruka, who’d just walked up with a water bottle, rolled his eyes but smirked. “Right, because that would make *so much* sense. You realize he’s just going to make you look bad, right?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, probably. But he’ll remember me.”

Haruka chuckled, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Trust me, Kei already does.”

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One day, you decided to mess with Kei a little. You’d just wrapped up another practice game, and Kei was stretching his arms when you called out, “Oi, Kei-kun!”

Kei turned, a surprised look crossing his face as he blinked, like he’d missed something. “What... did I do something wrong?” he asked, a slight frown settling in as he looked you up and down.

You burst out laughing. “Nah, I just wanted to see how you’d react. You looked so lost for a second!”

Kei punched you in the arm lightly. “Jerk. Don’t do that again.”

You both laughed, and Haruka joined you, rolling her eyes. “You two are idiots, you know that?”

You all knew it was true, but that didn’t matter. The friendship you’d built from all those matches felt like something solid, something you could carry with you, no matter who won or lost.

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Back in the present, you snap out of your memories as you head for the bathroom before the game. The quiet there is a welcome break from the stadium noise, and you splash some water on your face, nerves settling as you lean over the sink.

The door opens, and Kei and Haruka walk in, chatting quietly between themselves. Kei is smiling, but it looks… off. The way he holds himself feels distant, as if there’s something strange in his familiar, easygoing demeanor.

Curious, you call out, “Kei-kun?” You aren’t sure why you choose that honorific—maybe you just want to see if Kei notices.

Kei turns around, a strange brightness in his eyes. “Oh! Hi! Didn’t think I’d see you here.” His voice is a little too cheerful, a hollow note in the tone that makes your stomach tighten.

It’s all wrong. The usual tone in his voice isn’t there, replaced by something weird, something that doesn’t feel like him at all.

Your hand tightens around your bat, an instinctive unease rising within you. “You… who the hell are you?” The words came out before you could stop yourself, your bat raised and pointed at him in an instinctive, defensive stance.

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[bengiyo]

My School President Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

I'm so glad to be back with this show. Thankfully we took a break at what felt like the end of an act. I'm still not over the pinky clasp from the last episode, and am very excited to see where the acknowledged attraction takes these boys next. Also, I really like Sound as a character, and hope he causes more complications.

Ah, a jaded school counselor. Time to think about the future and face the reality that your dream job might not be attainable or give you the life you want.

I like this opening scene. It's very stylish. Placing all of the students in the same framing reinforces the common experience for all of the characters. It's easy to see how a counselor ends up feeling this way, when you watch so many students' lives take a different turn.

Also, Mark Pakin is really good.

Poor Gun. He was having a lot of fun with his friends and staring into the middle distance, but now he has to accept that maybe they're not as committed to music as him.

I'm still floored by the opening song being a torch passed down to this club about how they have each other's backs. It's still affecting me this week.

It's a bit subtle, but I like the way Gemini is playing Tinn as more relaxed about approaching Gun now. Fourth does a good job responding so quickly to it as if it's a matter of fact now. They're a solid pair.

Gun didn't ask, but I want to know what Tinn is interested in as a profession.

Time to revive the #they are literally always flirting tag

The mom's collapsed is executed really well here. The boys are just flirting as they do before the jarring crash behind them. As with all major life events, they happen suddenly and without warning.

She collapses like this all the time? What the hell??

Of course Tinn is going to offer to help his prospective boyfriend and hopefully-future mother-in-law. Gun's little appreciative smile is all the reward our simp needs.

Tinn's characterization is so consistent. He's at his best, bravest, and most endearing when he's helping. Gun is getting a bit nervous, so Tinn suggests a practice dish. Gun gets nervous about how good it is, so Tinn just takes a big bite. Gun is clearly enamored as a result.

Oh ho! Our first signs of mild jealousy and possessiveness from Gun. He was very polite about telling those girls to back off. Kaojao (SCOY) would be proud.

Again, Tinn is finally comfortable enough with Gun that he's only amused when Gun clings to him when the lights went off, and is able to teasingly deflect about how much devotion he's shown.

Ah, the answer to my question: Despite his hardworking nature, Tinn doesn't know what he wants for himself.

Gun loves his mom so much. It's lovely.

Oh no. Looks like the shop isn't doing so well. Gun's whole world is cracking apart.

Hey, Fourth is also pretty good. It felt like that was the first time he's said he'd cut our Hot Wave aloud, and we could see his heart break immediately.

Win's clicks on the controller don't match any gameplay I recognize. (I'm just being silly. I know he's acting.)

Our best boy Tiwson is gonna keep us focused on the prize.

I love Gun's mom. She absolutely knows that Tinn likes Gun, and is only nudging enough to make sure Gun doesn't give up on himself for her. We stan.

I am obsessed with Tinn's jogging outfit. Did they intentionally put him in almost-lesbian-flag colors?

The BL Juice has made its appearance.

Oh it's been a good minute since I've seen a piggyback ride.

Tiwson is going to fix this entire band. Now Por is getting a push.

Yes, boys, let's flirt over a fake interview.

RAP OF WAR CONTEST. Love this energy.

Sometimes you need a rival to make you determined enough to push past your stage fright. Curious where Win and Sound end up.

Is Tinn is a GMM office?? LOL

Oh, Tinn is lying to his mom now. I will remember this seed for later.

This producer looks a little bit like Alanis Morissette. Too bad she has to disappoint our boys.

His name is Winny Da Pooh. I'm going to ascend.

Sound isn't a total ass. Look at him saving Win and giving him a shove.

Oh no the sunshine boy is breaking down. It's always sad, but it really is one of the best parts of any drama.

Business Administration? Baby boy, no.

That's right, Mom. Rebuild your son with the power of music.

It's like Au watched Rainbow Prince and was PISSED that The Philippines beat them to a musical. I'm absolutely here for the whole cast singing. Love that we got the band back together.

But also, I wanted to hear Winny Da Pooh rap.

This show's comedic timing is genuinely funny. "I can put my mind at ease..." Into Gun running screaming into the room. Perfect.

Ah good. Gun now finally understands Tinn's motivations. Not an episode 5 kiss, but close to it on the moving forward phase.

[countlessrealities]

Send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours || Accepting !

@thcpresidcnt sent: 🖤 { The E-Mortys }

Attractiveness

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

"Not to sound narcissistic, but I find other me quite...attractive. It's not just the looks, it's also his attitude and how he holds himself. It's enticing. And when his composure crumbles? I find it endearingly amusing. Also, he cleans up really well, I'll give him that."

Personality

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible

"Other me is...many things. Some good and some bad. The odd nature of our relationship doesn't help with the latter, I must say. We can get on each other's nerves and at times he is stubborn and frustrating. However, I admire his charisma and intelligence, and he can be a wonderful company. Also, he's bossy. And he thinks that he can use that on me, which is frankly hilarious."

Level of friendship

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend

"As undefined as our relationship is, I think I can safely say that we are friends. Good friends, even. After all, we can understand and relate to each other more than anyone ever could, for obvious reasons. After all, isn't mutual understanding the perfect foundation of a solid friendship?"

First impression of them

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

"I never made it a mystery that at first I was wary of him. He is me, after all. I would have been a fool not to be. And his know-it-all act got on my nerves, just as his unprompted flirting. Yet, I could already tell that we would get along, once found the right balance. And I was right, of course."

Current impression of them

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them

"As I said, we're good friends. He mostly earned my trust. And we make a good team. We help each other work towards our shared goals and also with managing our respective Citadels. I've never had a real partner. It's...refreshing. I'm certain that we'll achieve a lot, together."

[writteninscarlet]

🖤 ~

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours. ;; accepting

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that (she just wouldn't use these words) / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

"Harry is attractive, it's not really something debatable," she mused, though yes, there was an amused smirk on her features. But her words were true. He was smart and quick witted. He cared. And he had good looks. So all in all? That added up to some highly attractive qualities. And really, had she not yet made it clear she was attracted to him. She'd have to try harder.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

"I enjoy his company. I think he has things he's passionate about and whilst I can't say I understand everything, I could listen to him all day," she remarked, quite certain of her words. "He's determined. I think maybe... maybe he can get focused too much on work. He can get stuck on something. But I don't think it's always a bad thing. He just strives to do more. I like him. I think he's smart and kind, I enjoy speaking with him and being around him."

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that (not really the words she'd use)/ hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

"I wouldn't say no. I mean, absolutely." She wasn't going to lie about this. She thought him attractive. She trusted him. She enjoyed his company and they had fun together. Wanda wanted what (who) she wanted, and that was Harry. Why not have more fun together?

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

"Absolutely we're friends," she remarked with amusement. There was PROBABLY a better term, right? All the same... "Of course we are. I enjoy being around him. I like talking to him, and I like listening to him talk. I feel there's so much more I could know about him but it's nice to go at our own pace and learn as we go along, I think."

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

"Well, I'd more heard of Oscorp than him. I suppose he gets that a lot. There's a fair bit of reputation there - but not actually something I kept up to date with. More I'd hear bits and pieces now and then." She knew a lot of people judged her on her Scarlet Witch exploits, and people had to judge him based on work and professional reputation. That could sometimes say a lot, but not everything. "I suppose there was a curiosity when I first actually met him. I thought we got along well, honestly."

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

"I think he's amazing. I genuinely enjoy his company. I think he's intelligent and bright. He can make me laugh, and relax around him - which not everyone can do. I like the feeling of being comfortable with him. And I trust him. I'm happy to tell him things, and I know he's listening. Maybe he doesn't understand everything I go through, like I don't understand everything in his life. But we try. And I guess there's a lot I don't know. I don't mind him being secretive about work... I can't tell him everything either. But sometimes-- I don't know. I like him. A LOT." And would happily tell anyone that, though perhaps he didn't need that sort of gossip going around.

[justsasuke]

This just in: Suigetsu is Sasuke’s natural friend type not Naruto.

Ok I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately (mostly because I’ve found that when writing AU’s or stories Suigetsu tends to end up as Sasuke’s BFF/main man/childhood friend and not Naruto, which is what might be expected by some) and without getting into too much personality theory I’ve come up with a few bullet points that cover the main reasons why I think Suigetsu is a better match personality-wise as a friend for our fav. dark haired dude. **Disclaimer that Sasuke and Suigetsu’s dynamic as friends is my preferred dynamic in friendship to begin with so these thoughts are going to reflect what I think of as healthy or desirable in a friendship.

You may hear more on this later because as I’ve said; this has been on my mind a lot.  But until then here’s what I have so far:

relationship isn’t founded in need to be better than the other person

neither are dependent on each other (i.e. each can function 100% without the other person and neither of them are overly fixated on being in a friendship)

both share 2 braincells and it’s funny when they’re together (see shippuden ep. 115.  yes I know this is a filler.  yes I still think it’s A+ work as far as character depiction goes)

I’ve said this before but Sasuke and Suigetsu are both wicked smart and crazy stupid and somehow it seems to balance out between them.  Where Sasuke is oblivious, Suigetsu is in-the-know and vice versa.  Because of that they have this sort of synergy that just works. It ebbs and flows and keeps things running smoothly.   What’s really cool is their chakra types reflect the contrast but also the balance in a yin-yang sort of way.

their entire character set-up is as team mates not rivals.  This ultimately is because of the writing and is meta but still very indicative of their personalities and how they play off of each other.

they both have the same dry rather ironic sense of humor (bonus: they actually find each other amusing)

re-iterating point one but Suigetsu doesn’t care if Sasuke is extremely talented at something and Sasuke also doesn’t care if Suigetsu is good at something.  This is important because it means they aren’t trying to outdo the other person, which ends up giving both of them room to grow into their own full potential unhindered. (obv. they’d want each other to do well I’m just saying they don’t feel diminished in the other’s successes) 

both recognize the individual value of each other and their skill sets

respects each others’ feelings and where they’re at in life (Sasuke didn’t force Suigetsu to join his team, and Suigetsu respects Sasuke’s feelings about not killing people--even if it’s just in front of him)

I mean who doesn’t love “my friend is hot so I’m going to exploit it mwahahaha” and *completely oblivious* solidarity?

[thecameronchronicles]

The Debt~Part Ten

TW: Language and smut; dominance and submission, derogatory language and mentions of alcohol and drugs (all overage, however). I do not own any characters but ask that you do not publish this fanfiction without my permission on any other platform. Please and thank you. 

SUMMARY: You decided to call on some ‘old friends’ for some help to take down Ward, only to uncover that the one who needs the most convincing will take a special kind of persuasion…

Word Count: 3200

The Debt: Part Ten

“Absolutely not…” John B’s voice was firm yet kind, even still, your attempts to remain polite did nothing to keep your expression from forming into a scowl. 

“Come on!” You began to whine, “You owe me…” You intrigued him with your answer, a scoff leaving his full lips, as your words also managed to pull the attention of two other pogues, Kiara and Pope, who hesitated the construction of their s’mores to offer their undivided attention to you. 

“You’re comparing being the getaway driver for a weed run to blackmailing one of the most dangerous people in all of the outer banks?” He reminded you, seemingly speaking the words aloud more to question your sanity than for validation for himself. As you answered with a nod, you couldn’t help but notice JJ climb out of the hot tub stationed just out of view to where you had positioned yourself, his hat spun backwards to keep his golden trusses from his face while he pulled a beer to his lips, remaining amused by the entire interaction. 

“Ward deserves this for everything he’s done!” The passion came through more desperately than what you had intended, yet you remained unapologetic through your outburst as you were aware you were well warranted for what you had to endure just on this night alone. 

“I think you’ve been drinking a bit too much of the ‘kook juice’...” JJ attempted to lighten the clearly dense mood while Kiara shot him a look of disagreement before leaning forward to you with her elbows supported on the bends of her knees. 

“What exactly IS your plan?” She questioned, immediately skeptical. 

“That’s what I kind of need some help with. But I know I just need to get into his office alone for a bit…find something to use against him. I’m sure the narcissist keeps some ledger or something-maybe a file on his computer…”

“So what exactly do you want from us? We don’t really run in the same crowds…” Pope interjected, toying with the torn fringe of his chair while awaiting your answer. 

“Because JJ has worked almost every place between The Cut and Figure Eight…Kiara can walk around unnoticed, and Pope-well, let’s be honest, he’s smarter than all of us put together…And John B, you have a way of convincing people…being a distraction maybe…”

“Well now you’re just flirting, cupcake…” JJ winked as the  sound of ruffled terrain at your back sent your expression to shift once realizing Rafe was now behind you. You didn’t even have to run for confirmation as their reactions in accompaniment to his strong cologne had done this for you.

“What the hell is HE doing here?!” John B summoned an answer from you as everyone now stood on their feet as if either prepared to run or defend their homestead, all while you pulled your own hands up in surrender. 

“We need your help-”

“WE?” JJ was not only surprised by this confession but also clearly upset, maybe even a tad jealous as he scowled at Rafe, who was almost sheepishly at your back before being rivaled. He would mend his insecurity by wrapping his arm around the curve of your back, as if staking some sort of claim, as this simple touch managed to set you on fire. His shamelessness in such an innocuous touch was somehow erotic as he was unabashed to possess you in every and any way he could-finding peace in your presence. 

“I really thought you were smarter than this…” Pope critiqued with guilt, retiring into The Chateau, followed by Kiara, as both of them looked back to you one final time as if to verify what was witnessed between you and Rafe. Although easy on the eyes as a unified couple, you could not be any more different; oil and vinegar that somehow managed to make it work-or at least were naive enough to believe you could. 

“Come on, baby…” Rafe attempted to pull you back to the direction of his waiting truck as you fought his grip and remained in place. 

“Look…I know how this sounds okay and I’m not stupid to ignore the risk. But people like Ward deserve this-'' JJ's eyes flashed to Rafe as if silently referencing him by the use of your own words-to which he was ignored by you as you continued your rant. 

“He got you fired from every job after you dated Sarah in high school-” You looked to John B, who still pined for the middle Cameron sibling, a torch burning synonymous to the fire behind his eyes at the mere mention of her name. 

“And he was the reason your dad couldn’t get a job anywhere in either of the Carolinas-” You explained to JJ, who turned his head away to conceal how your words affected him. 

“He got Hayward’s blacklisted from every party after Pope beat Sarah out of being Valedictorian and went out of his way to tarnish The Wreck, almost making them go bankrupt, after Kiara stood up against him for being hypocritical and an ‘environmental sadist’, if I can remember her words correctly…” The entire group silenced as they took in the depth of your words. 

“And that is what he’s done in public!” Your chest clenched at the thoughts regarding Rafe, fueling your ambition once again. 

“He has this influence over too many people-I’ve seen it for years and just thought it was because his name was behind half of the businesses and buildings, but it’s because everyone is terrified of him! But if we do this…You took a step closer to the remaining pogues as you continued, “We could ask for ANYTHING…No more shitty shifts for Kie…no more college for Pope-”

“Come on, we all know he’s thriving there.” JJ muttered as he was ignored once again as you looked back to John B. 

“No more side jobs just to make ends meet, no more being stuck here, no more being controlled by him and people like him.” Rafe shuffled uncomfortably, well aware he was among those you spoke of, yet he was silent as he understood it was well deserved to have this spoken about him. 

“Even IF we considered it…I don’t trust HIM-” John B responded as Rafe let out a heavy exhale, hands folding in his pockets. 

“Maybe you should wait back in the car?” You hinted towards him as he wouldn’t even allow you to finish your request before he challenged you. 

“I’m not leaving you here with THEM…” 

“Don’t worry, we’d take REAL good care of her.” JJ spoke somewhere between coquettish and vulgar, pushing for Rafe to reveal his true feelings of those from the wrong side of the tracks.

 “Maybe she’s trading up-” His consistent need to be borderline flirtatious, even seductive, is simply what made JJ Maybank who he was. It was the same way Pope was academic, Kiara was motivated in rebellion, and John B was the voice of reason behind the majority of their plans. But now, his expression was darker than how you’d usually witness-almost protective…

“Enough! Haven’t you ever heard the phrase, ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’?” JJ looked at you with annoyed confusion as John B bowed his head into a slow nod. 

“What the hell does that mean?” JJ pushed for a further definition as you released a fatigued breath. 

“We have something in common…a hatred for him…But we need your help.” John B and JJ looked between one another before looking back at you, teetering on that line between being convinced and being indifferent. 

“He has hurt everyone at one point or another and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance to do it again, okay? This is our chance to make him accountable for it…”

“By being as bad as him?” Kiara suddenly returned, a shadow now wrapped around what was once a bikini clad molasses hued physique. 

“If not for the morale of it…then how about a cut?” Rafe narrowed his eyes at your back with the comment of a detail not discussed between the two of you. 

“One million each?” The space was made silent by your offer. The hot tub bubbling in abandon, the string lights sporadic through the trees above, even the bugs harmonizing beneath the untrimmed grass wasn’t enough of a distraction to your words. But Rafe’s voice would be the one to speak first as he lowered towards your ear. 

“How much are you planning to ask for exactly?”

“Ten.” You answered, dividing it unfairly between the group while offering you and Rafe a larger portion as you had no alternatives where Pope had his academia and Kiara had her family. You and Rafe only had each other and you needed a fresh start away from Ward to be able to remain that way. 

“There IS a lot of student debt…” Pope added, emerging from the shadows. 

“No more shifts at the wreck…a LOT of charities that could be put towards…” Both Pope and Kiara now looked to the remaining two who had yet to comment. 

“No more charters…”

“No more fixing kook’s cars for half the pay…” JJ remarked, slowly nodding his head. 

“I’m in.” Everyone now looked at him in disbelief with your expression lying as the exception while your lips curved to a grin of approval. 

“I’ve seen him make shady ass dealings at the club and arguments with people who I haven't seen since…so…to get him out of my hair AND the benefit of a bit of-'' He began to rub his fingers together to symbolize cash. 

“It WOULD mean my parents wouldn't have to worry about spring break season being their best out of the year…” Kiara continued aloud as Pope would finalize his idea, “Like I said…no student debt…” They now all looked to John B. 

“Well then…” He spoke your name with a soft tone of annoyance that was synonymous between siblings, as he lifted his beer in initiation. 

“I suppose we better talk strategy-Any ideas?” The space drew quiet.

“I can make a distraction…” JJ spoke proudly while playing with his lighter as Kiara quickly forced it closed as if acting the part of a parent he was perpetually denied, even in his early twenties. 

“If my dad sees anyone of you, he’s going to know something is going on-” Rafe added, the cool timbre of his tone sending volts of electricity down your spine as it allowed you a sense of serenity to be reminded of how he stood in support at your back, despite how crazy this all seemed. 

“What if I distracted him?” Kiara offered as JJ winced. 

“Not a chance in hell, Kie.”

“What if I did?” The words left your lips before you could stop them as Rafe was suddenly at your side, your wrist in his grasp. 

“Fuck no!”

“If anyone else tries to get close to him, he’ll know-you just said it-”

“YOU’RE not an option.” You paused for a moment, touched by his worry, but deciding the lesser of two evils was the way to go for an overall success of this loose forming plan. 

“The jerk from tonight said it…he is going to let everyone have a chance with me-” The pogues looked at one another in cold silence, exchanging glances that validated their reasons for helping you. 

“Not happening!” Rafe chimed, shaking his head and carrying his fingers to his temples for half a second, before returning his grip to you. 

“This was a mistake…get your ass in the truck-” Before you could even attempt a rebuttal, he was already slipping into the driver’s side of the vehicle, waiting for you. 

“Whatever we can do to help, we will…” John B added as you had been abandoned by Rafe, feeling his eyes blazing into you from only a few meters that somehow felt contradicting in both breathing down your neck and being completely out of sight. 

“But we all have to be on the same page for this to work-no loose ends…And Rafe…he’s dangerous-”

“I know. But…if you can’t do it for him…”

“We’ve got you.” JJ validated. “But he gives one crooked look and-” JJ suddenly produced a gun as Kiara quickly corrected his recklessness as you moved into the direction of the truck and they made their way inside the chateau. 

“Rafe-” You began, prepared to either grovel or scream at him if it would get him to see your point as your freedom was so close you could nearly taste it. 

“Don’t-don’t give me those fucking puppy dog eyes, okay?” He looked at you for the first time in pure anger, nothing soft lightening those usual sapphire irises. 

“I mean it! This isn’t some game or some joke! I shouldn't have agreed to it for even a second! We’re leaving-” But with the attempt he made to draw the stick shift in reverse, you collected the keys in your palm. The shift of any compassion on his face draining to your thievery, you spoke before he could further his aggression towards you. 

“I want a life with you, Rafe…Or at least a chance at one…You know we can never have that. You are his son, he isn’t going to just let you leave-”

“You’d be surprised.” He muttered as you reached for him, only to feel him pull away from you. It was then that you realized you wouldn’t persuade him with words. Instead, you knew what was needed to lead him into further convincing. 

“Rafe…” You leaned into his side, hand riding up his thigh, as his eyes collected towards you with attention but remaining annoyance. But even in your name spoken beneath his breathless warning, you were too devoted in your own task to care of the repercussions of disobeying him or the eyes of any nearby. 

“This is how it could be…” You teased, “All these little moments we’d have…Without having to be at dinners and fundraisers…So much time that I could make you feel good…” His hand wrapped dominantly around your wrist. 

“Not likely, sweetheart. Not even those naughtly little hands can-”

“I wasn’t thinking about my hands…” Your fingers gingerly pulled him from his pants, exposing his erection to the unkind air around you. 

“You didn't get enough earlier?” He countered, eyes darting to your lips as you wrapped your hand slowly around him, bringing the sensation of skin-to-skin to set him alight with a breath interrupted by your touch. 

“I never do…” His hand suddenly took hold of your hair, wrapping it as it knew well with his makeshift ponytail made of his thick fingers. 

“If you do this right now…I don’t care who the fuck sees you, yeah? You’re gonna keep going until you make me come-” You slowly nodded as his second hand moved to your jaw. “And you don’t get to…no touching yourself or writhing in your seat,” He pulled your hair back further, thumb now brushing your bottom lip until returning to this hold. 

“You only get to come when I touch you-”

“Yes.” You released your agreement on your exhale. 

“Then convince me, baby…” His eyes followed you as your gaze remained as locked as you could before your angle made this impossible. But in what was lost for sight was mended by feel as you captivated him within your mouth at a tender pace. You took time to romanticize his cock, adorning each inch concealing every vein, until you would choke on his extension. 

“Take it.” He ordered as you nodded, relaxing your throat once being familiarized with him once again, pushing beyond your limit. Once you were comfortable enough with your nails eating into his bare thighs, orchestrated by his grip in your hair that needed little guidance from you having learned precisely how he liked to be pleased, you bobbed in the perfect combination of sucking and teasing while twisting his base.

“So good.” he praised between clenched teeth before you began to lower to his full extensions of his groin, toying with him. 

“Deeper.” He commanded, raising his hips as he chuckled once feeling your tears dampen his thigh. 

“Crying already, baby?” You were silent but thoroughly motivated as his fingers wrapped within your hair intensified once again, this time holding you in your gag, before finally lifting you for a breath. 

“You look so fucking pretty around my cock…”

“I want you to come, Rafe…I want to make you come-” His eyes danced over your expression for a moment, taking in the details he was responsible for; the gloss over your swollen lips, the tears on your cheeks, the desperation of fresh air. It was as if you were a new wonder of the world revealed just for him. 

“I want to make you feel good-” But suddenly, he left the vehicle, leaving you to watch him round to your side of the car. Without the chance to question him, you were pulled to the ground and bent over the seat. 

“I thought you said-”

“I need to know you want me-” His hands were frenzied over your clothes, removing only what was necessary for penetration, before he teased his dripping cock throughout your soaked folds. 

“I always want you…” You groaned as you felt him smirk over your shoulder. 

“Prove it to me again, sweetheart.” Immediately thrusting his depth into you, you clutched the seat before you, a victim to his relentless thrusts. The way his fingers ate into your hips was euphoric in accompaniment to the moans that only endorsed you to ignore the pain caused by him having stretched you out once again.

“Come with me-”

“But you said-'' You tried for clarification as he pulled you against him enough to where one hand came beneath your shirt, shameless to your pebbled nipple as the other slipped over your clit. 

“Don’t fucking question me or I won’t let you come.” You bit the insides of your lips to keep them sealed. 

“I don’t care if Maybank or anyone else from here to Figure Eight hears you, I want everyone- JJ, John B, Pope-the asshole from tonight to know…I just want to come inside you-” The fear of what this could potentially mean in terms of negligent contraception, a larger portion of your mind craved to please him. With the pill already scheduled to be taken the next morning, you nodded in agreement. 

“I want you to-”

“To WHAT?” He probed your lower lips, now lifting his secondary hand to your neck to hold you in place. 

“I want you to come inside me, Rafe!”

“Louder baby, I can’t hear you over my own pulse-”

“Fuck!” You only managed to utter at the cusp of your orgasm as he folded you back over the seat, continuing to fondle your sensitive clit through your climax as he found his own a few seconds later. 

“Shit baby, you’re gonna make me come!” The sporadic jolts expelling him into you, sent him in a mix of grunts, groans,and curses, before he turned you to face him. 

“Okay…” He spoke with lust blown eyes that held the ability to hold the grounds of convincing you for a ‘round two’, technical round three if totaled for the night, as you heaved before him, pleasantly numb in your over-stimulation of your husband yet again. 

“But we do this MY way…”

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Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply. 

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him. 

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip  he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.  

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.  

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?” he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.  

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.    

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated! 

[butterfly--empress]

BnHA...Rant...Sort of...

I was trying to wait until the series finished but I feel like adding two cents worth of salt right now.

I won’t say, BnHA is terrible, but it hasn’t been really all that great either. I still enjoy it and it’s still fun to have the show replay in the background while i’m doing something else when bored. It’s also fun to see people’s reactions to the show.

However, I can’t help but feel like the story has lost some of the mojo it had in the beginning. 

Again, I don’t claim to know or think I know better than Hori what he ultimately decides to do or how he wants to go about writing his own story.

But IMHO, it really feels like he wanted to have his cake and eat it too with the overall conflict in his story and it feels jarring if not very satisfying. We know this because even before I got into the series, this fandom seemed already split. 

I mean, fandom is going to fandom but the general criticisms (ones not salty that their fanon headcanons didn’t come true) I have seen is the handling of certain characters and story arcs. 

Which I have to agree with in some regard.

What I mean by ‘Have his cake and eat it too’

Horikoshi on one hand seems like he wants to tell a deep complex compelling story, at the same time, writing the typical battle shounen that isn’t meant to be that deep. 

And I think this is what frustrates people. I personally don’t mind if BnHA was ‘deep, dark complex, etc’ but I also don’t mind it being a run of the mill shounen either. It could have easily been both but I personally think the author fails to deliver on this honestly. 

IMHO, I think this is one of those moments where the author should have stuck to one and tried not to do so much. 

I say this because Hori introduces heavy topics, in the very beginning for our main protagonist’s origin story but then those issues are never brought up again, and if they are, they are treated as non issues (or comedic gags that if one can’t remove the bullying Izuku suffered under Bakugou, just comes off in bad taste). 

You can’t have it both ways. If Hori wanted the ‘rivalry’ between Izuku and Katsuki to be treated as your typical rivalry in every other shounen, he shouldn’t have even introduced their relationship the way he had. (Katsuki could have still been an asshole character/rival without the bullying). 

This is why on one hand: There’s people who don’t think the relationship between Katsuki and Izuku is all that serious, while you have people who thinks the opposite is true and are rightfully upset/frustrated that there’s no pay off to be had even now as far as current manga chapter 342. Because the author couldn’t be assed to stick to a writing conviction without waffling around with his own characters and arcs, despite him deciding along the way to change his mind. (There’s also the hot topic that because of his favoritism of Bakugou, the story falls weak on expanding on other characters that in all honesty, desperately needed the character development. But good well rounded character development can also go flat too when you already start out with a large cast of characters, it gets worse when an author starts to favor one or two characters outside of the main character, when the story has no reason for the ‘writer’s pet’ to even be present, this is even worse still when said character(s) are written to getaway with things that the narrative established they shouldn’t getaway with). 

This is the reason why I personally do not like any of the villains at all. 

Except for All For One, that fucker amuses me to no end and I think I only like him because Hori has not yet tried to woobify him like he did the rest. 

Hori introduces grey morality, which is fine. I like grey morality, I even enjoy characters, protagonists and villains alike when they’re showered in grey morality and are humans with flaws. 

The problem for me is again, Hori tries to throw in shades of grey but still writes in black and white.

In other words; He wants to have it both ways. You can’t tell me Hero society is corrupt and the villains might have a point, when you aren’t really showing me this is in fact true. While no society is not without its flaws. BnHA has only shown me:

A) Regardless of their reasons, regardless of things like quirk discrimination (especially when the author fails to address this as a societal problem/treats it as a non issue) Heroes are still shown to be inherently good and society doesn’t seem all that corrupt.

B) With the argument of maybe Stain’s reasons, your not showing me much of anything the LoV wants to do to change society. All I get from them is they want to destroy it because unfortunate tragic backstories. *shrugs* It’s rather weak.

‘Everyone has a sudden tragic backstory’ is not enough to get me invested in what Tomura and the LoV are doing. They had already annoyed me, (but when they were just shown to be villains who enjoyed being villains that was okay) but this need to make them all of a sudden sympathetic is jarring to me when I have yet to see anything from them in all of the 300+ plus chapters that would imply they can feel things like, remorse, guilt, empathy, or even compassion for anyone, outside of their little group. Or even the willingness to change for the better. (See, Gentle Criminal and La Brava)

They are not vigilantes, they aren’t ‘well intentioned extremists’ with moral ambiguity. So the eventual redemption/atonement this story is trying to force me to accept is not going to have a good pay off. It just seems wholly uncharacteristic to all of a sudden have Deku/the young heroes redeem the LoV, after all the destruction they caused and is shown to actually impact these characters. 

So, Like Gran Torino said: Fuck them kids. 

This is worse when you factor in, with the exception of Endeavor, (whose not a corrupt hero, he’s just a shitty father/husband but he’s damn good at his job, REGARDLESS OF HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT HIM) where is the corruption? And I’m going to stop you right here if you try to come at me about stuff that happens in the Vigilante manga. I should not have to go read a separate story (written by another person mind you with Hori’s blessing btw) that explains how corrupted Hero society really is (if it’s even brought up at all in that series).

The moral ambiguity of Hero society should have came up I’ll say fuck, if not season 1 at least with the later half of season two, especially when we had the Stain fight. This would have been a good time to start to introduce the HPSC as this corrupt gov agency which would have really shown that okay, maybe Stain isn’t some hypocritical raving lunatic that’s a cold blooded murderer, he has a point and maybe we can really say, the corruption of hero society led to him turning out the way he did.

We also should have gotten more ambiguous heroes to really balance out this whole moral conflict. 

Waiting this late in the story to try to make these things matter feels like weak writing. It’s not going to have as much as an impact as say the All For One vs All Might fight did for me. While I have confidence Hori will pull off memorable fight scenes for the final showdown (because he’s really great at that and I cannot wait to see what he does) unfortunately, the story’s end isn’t going to be as great as I think it could be or was meant to be (unless he does something to make me eat my fucking words and I will gladly eat my words) but as it’s looking now, I really doubt it. 

I have the same issue with the UA traitor subplot. I don’t have a problem it waited this late to be revealed. But it feels like a cheap ‘shock moment’ with no pay off. If this subplot was sprinkled throughout the story as something that’s serious, or even at one point had the students start questioning if there’s really a traitor. Only to come out with nothing, then I think this reveal would have been more impactful but that’s just me. 

In conclusion: BnHA is a story that might have started out being more than your typical shounen but in the end turn out to be a typical shounen to the surprise of no one and to the frustration of many. (unless BnHA was your first rodeo into anime/manga than I feel for you).

TL:DR version, if you’re not going to stick to your writing convictions to delve deeply into mature subject matters, when your focus is just writing a simple cool fighting action story about good vs evil, maybe...don’t delve too deeply into moral ambiguity and introducing mature subject matters in your story when you decide to not treat them with the nuance and maturity they rightfully deserve. (No matter how much you change your mind along the way in writing a story.)

That’s all I sayin. 

[friendlystarfruit]

I wrote fanfiction of  Arataki Itto/Reader

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36506926?view_full_work=true

(contains smut) You are a cute waitress , I picture you as small but  voluptuous, but  PLEASE imagine her as you like, she could easily be a chubby reader or slim built reader but she is to be shorter than Itto. You have a crush on the egotistical himbo that is Arataki Itto and you don't do a good job of hiding it either , but Itto loves this , he hasn't asked you out yet , even know he wants to but that will be put to the test when he catches Childe flirting with you

Your character is playful , vulnerable and cute , you like that he is egotistical , manly but also playful , cute and kind, you are a bottom , he is a top.

If you just want smut skip to chapter 3. Also if you have suggestions on how I should continue go ahead and share with me!  

Also sorry for spelling I’m dyslexic. 

Chapter 1

: It's on 

You are a cute waitress working at the local restaurant you have a crush on Itto. 

You get a little jealous when Itto talks about his rival Kujou Sara,everyone makes jokes that they like each other more than rivals , but little do you know Itto actually has eyes only for you , the little curvy waitress that he catches peering down his abs and turning away and blushing, Itto has a massive ego he laps up every little clumsy lewd glance you try to catch without being caught , how you blush and play with your tail when you take his order, is overwhelmingly adorable to him and vigorously strokes his big Oni ego which leads to him vigorously stroking something else when he's alone thinking of you.

Itto is a big manly guy , but he is also playful and can be a bit of a doofus , but you find that cute, he’s very respectful and kind but he can get hot headed too, very competitive even with the kids he plays beetle battles with. You think it’s cute how he can act fun and child like but otherwise be all man and doesn’t let himself or those he cares about get pushed around.

What you didn’t know was there was another man who had been watching you , a proud strong man Childe, he was a mysterious man to you but you could see he was strong, handsome and proud , he lived for danger and was a very high ranking man , but you didn’t know this , if he hadn’t been so high ranking he would have made a move on you sooner.

One evening you were waiting tables and it happened both Cillde and Itto where at the restaurant , Itto was with his gang they where playing cards at the table , Itto was really getting into the game “hey ! it’s my turn” he snapped at his gang they laughed “sorry boss” Itto smiled “AH I’m in the lead now, it’s not a surprise” it was typical of him to get flustered over anything competitive even just a card game.

You approached the table of Itto , even know you where friends your true feelings for him made you awkward , especially at work. You walked over your plump breasts gently bouncing and your hips swishing with your tail. Itto saw you coming ?” “watch me take the order boi s “ “May I take your order I-itto "you fumbled. “Hi little sunshine , you happy to see a proud handsome Oni dine at this fine establishment “he’d wink , “oh yes Itto very proud , I mean , y-you know our establishment is “ Itto smirked with his arms crossed looking down thinking to himself “She just can’t help it” then his crimson sexual eyes meet yours making you blush and fumble with your tail you took his order and left “That’s how it's done bois “ Itto purred to his gang stretching his arms and puffing his chest , then he laughed proudly , it was amusing to him how you got on around him, you loved his laugh it was booming and egoistical and you adored that about it.

It was always this way as soon as you took his order and left he'd boost to his gang “This what makes my boi’s stick around eh? I’ve got all the tricks to make a cute girl melt” “Yes boss” this was a usual thing with him and the gang, “I mean I can’t really blame her , I’m a hero and a rebel all in one, not many like me but if you hang around me you’ll pick up some tricks “ was a common phrase they’d hear and “I saw her catch a peak at my abs bois ,your boy Itto gets the attention of the ladies am I right ? “his gang liked and respected him but sometimes they secretly where a little jealous how he made you melt. “Lets get back to the game, I’m winning right?” he sat relaxed and informal radiating great pride. Chilide on the other hand was more composed and serious he was dressed up talking with a few mysterious and stern looking men in suits. “Can I take your order sir” Childe turned around “yes I-uh” he got a little starstruck when he looked into your large feminine eyes” “I’ll have this here “ he pointed to the menu “Ah sir that is a good choice” “Why thank you miss “ he purred proudly excited by your friendliness “I must say you have a beautiful smile”

 you blushed “oh ah sir thank you” his eyes met yours and he began to think to himself “Ahh that little vulnerable blush was so arousing why hadn’t I complimented her before? “ You where a little taken back , this handsome mysterious man , why hadn’t you noticed him more? He was proud and handsome and he liked your smile. You started to get butterflies.

Itto had been immersed in his game only now another much more serious competition was going to get his attention, his eyes slid over to the table far in front of him to see you nervously playing with your tail while Childe was muttering something with proud animalistic eyes. “WHAT WAS THIS” he thought to himself, “she only does that with me who is this guy? “ 

-a little steam escaped from his horns “Eh boss it’s your turn , and what’s wrong you are winning” Itto turned to his gang “oh nothing , I’ll use this card and HEY” he looked over at Childe he was eyeing your plump breasts as you wrote down his table’s orders “that bastard pervert “ Itto scoffed ,his gang looked at each other and smirked they could see what he was looking at , one of them covered their mouth trying to hold back laughter. Itto had always gone on and on to him how obvious it was that the waitress had the hots for him it was humiliating seeing another man take that away from him.

You walked over to Itto's table now with the orders, Itto puffed himself up ready to reclaim his thrown. "Watch this bois" “Here’s your order you guys” you smiled and placed Itto and his gangs meals on the table , Itto puffed his chest out “well I’ “Excuse me miss I need to change my order” steam came out of Itto’s horns. His gang were all now trying to hold back from laughing. “What’s so funny” the angry Oni grunted “nothing boss” Itto wasn’t the brightest candle around but he knew his gang where making fun him for some reason. You turned to Chillde "I'll be right over" One of Itto's gang members smirked "so are you still winning boss?" The big mighty Oni froze "Of course I am" he huffed , he knew his gang knew this was no longer about cards, the girl he liked ,even the reputation with his gang was on the line.

You smiled at Childe "I,ll change that for you" you put your hand on his shoulder to indicate a little flirty touch , you had a little more confidence than with Itto as your crush with Itto was pretty immense. You walked away but dropped your pencil “ops “ you said as you played innocently and bent over to pick it up, but you weren't being innocent at all you where wanting the steaming sexual eyes of Childe on you , Childe had a big smile on his face and subtly gripped for a semi second at the semi erection under the table just to relieve a little bit of the sexual tension. You glanced over had his arm and bit your lip , sending shivers down Childe's spine all the way to the nerves in his cock.

“That bastard “ Itto seethed to himself

 , you’d bent down to pick up your pencil and Childe’s eyes where drinking up the sight of your thic ass then you had glanced back at him. Itto grated his teeth “This guy trying to steal my girl boys” “Eh boss since when is she your girl ? aren’t you just friends?” Itto barked “since she was checking me out , you know that , she had eyes for me and now this upper class punk thinks he can take an Orni’s prize possession. He’s got another thing coming if he thinks I’ll let him walk all over me“he growled now his eyes glaring at Childe ,Childe caught sight of him and smirked he was smarter than Itto he figured out all ready that he was threatening , and he loved danger.

Itto started to think "we have to reorder or something" "How do I kick his ass though" The gang looked at each other "challenge him to a duel?" "but how" The gang thought to themselves "maybe you could play the hero?" "hmm I like the sound of that I make a good hero after all, so how what I do bois?" as painful as it was for Itto to rely on his gang too much he couldn't come up with a plan by himself. "You could maybe go over there , and tell that punk you know what he's up to and you don't approve of him ogling your girl or friend or " Itto grinned "Thats it , I'll scare the bastard , I'm a powerful intimating Oni " he proudly pointed at himself with his thumb. "He'll be shaking in his upper class shoes"

"Yea boss , you better hurry though" Itto gasped as his gang pointed at you giggling with Childe. "grrrrrrrrr" Itto growled "Oh ..........it....... is .......ON"

Chapter 2

: The Duel Summary:

Itto is determined to claim you as his so he proposes to duel his rival.

Chapter Text

Itto sat with one leg jittering up and down anxious “right how do I make my entrance?” He looked at his gang “eh struct over there and ask if this punk bothering you” “ “Ok”

Itto strutted over to you and Childe “hey little lady , this punk isn’t bothering you is? , cus you know I wouldn’t let that happen” he had a cocky smirk on his face and posed. You replied with a cheery tone “actually he is being very charming and give me a big tip” Itto froze and looked back to his gang one of them just shrug the other just signalled him to keep going “uhhhhhhhhh well I got the impression this dog ass was up to something “ You gasped and your ear drops, and you fumbled your tail. You where very self-conscious when people used the terms dog negatively , Itto of course didn’t get it Itto pulled a chair over and put one on foot on the chair while standing “I don’t mess around you know” Childe just rolled his eyes “Are you done?” Itto growled “no , I’m not” he crossed his arms. Childe smiled at you “ I like your” dog ass” tail by the way” , you giggled in return and Itto seethed “All right pervert , I challenge you to a duel” he took his foot off the chair and stood towering at the sitting Childe who just responded “I’m kind of busy here at a meeting “ Itto growled not busy enough to check out the service’s ass?” “I am afraid I don’t know what you are talking about, but it sounds like you where spying on this table and thought you saw something you didn’t “Childe smirked cooly.

Itto slammed his hand on the table and growled at Childe, Childe just smirked.

“Lets just forget this whole thing boys, how about I get you some drinks on the house” you said awkwardly. Childe smiled at you “maybe I could get you a drink, we could get away from this here brute go some where nice maybe even private " Itto growled as Childe peered at your tinted little cheeks " I can arrange another meeting later can’t I guys?” One of them nodded “It’s getting a little crowed, so that would be for best” Itto stared down at Childe “How about we duel for who gets to take this girl   out for drinks” you blushed harder “Itto ………take me out for drinks?” you thought, a little shiver went down your spine but you didn’t want them to fight did you? , after all Itto didn’t know you encouraged a lot of the flirting , but the truth is that would have only made him just more eager to claim you. Childe smiled “I’m up for this, but I’m warning you , I’m a good fighter.' Itto puffed out his chest “but I’ve got the blood of crimson oni , everyone who knows me comments on my fighting skills , I don’t back down and I don’t lose a fight” he Itto kind of went on a bit and Childe felt his ego needed to be teased a little. Childe “don’t you like steal candy from kids ?” Itto stumbled over his words “ and I happen to be the most ,ehhhh th-that was eh one time, I just was showing the kid I had won our game so I get a prize” Childe rolled his eyes “because you usually lose to them right?” Itto fumbled some more “uh well……..eh” he looked over at you and puffed out his chest “I usually let them win, that’s just the kind of guy I am, but I’m not JUST some nice guy , I’m a tough guy, if I was you I’d just walk away because this guy here” he pointed to himself “he packs quite a PUNCH”

Childe laughed "Lets see if your bite is as good as your bark Oni, try not to disappoint me"

At this point you felt a little amused by the bravado “Where two smoking hot guys really wanting to duel over you?” your little doggy tail started to wag playfully, Itto caught sight of this and felt his heart pound, had he just impressed you? , of course he had , he knew you liked him but that little reassurance was all he needed to believe it whole heartily ,especially after Childe had attempted to emasculate him.

Childe stood up and yawned stretching his arms “All right horns , I could do with a little target practice lets go" , of course Childe was a little intimated he didn’t let it show and he lived to fight he wanted a challenge. The two walked out , or more like strutted out ,you waved to them “have a nice Duel just don’t go at it too hard” the two of them froze and looked back “I’ll just clean your tables” Itto shouted back “yo aren’t you coming “ “hm? Oh I’m sorry I’m at work” The two of them looked at each other flustered “eh hey I kind of want her to see me you know kick your ass so can we ? Childe nodded “Yeah I was hoping she’d get to see me kick your ass so lets wait until shes free ” Itto ‘s voice returned to a cocky tone “Oh yeah ? I’ll be sorry to spoil that dream”

You where singing to your self ,cleaning the tables when you were approached by the two men of they day “So when are you off work?” You tilted your head and giggled and both of their hearts stopped for a second overwhelmed by your cuteness “I’ll be done in about an hour , I’’ll bring you some refreshments”

One hour later the two where sizing each other up and you where munching in on some noodles “This sure is good” you beamed playfully but when you looked over at the two men their eyes where locked.

They walked back from each other and Itto went “on the count of 3, 1 2………3” he ran at Childe swinging his massive weapon "it's show time!!!!!!!!!!!!!" , Chilide dodged, “is that your best ?” Blue and yellow sparks beamed as the two men fought and you watched in awe at their strength. Then you where distracted by a beetle “Hey little guy “ you said wagging your tail "are you cheering on Itto you must be little ninja was it ? or I forget your name but I know Itto loves you"you where a cute little dog girl you loved animals.

The fight went one for minutes both men where covered in sweat your tail started wagging watching the sweat glisten down that Oni’s big firm muscles he was such a big boy you’d love to feel his body against you , and the strength the things he could do , imagine how he’d thrust and pump into your little pussy , you watched eyes glistening and mouth open, Itto was busy fighting exhausted he was ready to break , but then he turned to you and saw that face , your eyes hungry your mouth slightly open , your tail furiously wagging and staring at his chest ,

(a reminder imagine reader as you want I just like to draw her any way =o )-

 then you caught his eyes and went bright red turning your head “mmm my pet “ he purred 

-and he ran at Chilide with an amazing combo "LETS ROLL" .

Childe crashed “no more” he panted , Itto stood proud swinging his weapon over his shoulder he helped Childe up and smirked at him “I told you , you should have just walked away but noooooooooooo , but I should say thanx , nothing sweeter than victory , that's right ! mmmm it tastes soooooooooooo good maybe not as sweet as my prize hahahhaha " he laughed proudly "so, where’s my prize?�� Itto purred seductively turning to face you, Childe growled in a huff “This isn’t over , I was just over worked “ he marched off pouting , it was typical of Itto to really rub it in he won he did it with great charisma too which was like rubbing salt in Childe's wounds.

The beautiful tall man sauntered towards you , his long sliver hair swishing behind him and his hungry crimson eyes hitting yours , you closed your legs nervously you could feel yourself getting a little wet overcome by his beauty, his gang where cheering him on but he kept fixed on the little cute girl on front of him, when he came up to you he purred down at you “well , well" the Oni boasted "  little  one did you enjoy the show, I'm quite the fighter right? maybe I should give you an autograph, eh?” 

He winked at you and chuckled proudly then he picked you up swinging you around then putting you down “Now how about that date” he smiled devilishly , your heart felt like you where falling ,“He just confirmed it you where going on a date with your crush , the mighty but dumb Arataki Itto and he just picked me up" you thought to yourself, "uhhhh uh yea Itto le- lets go" he absorbed every little nervous and flustered word like a sponge, your cuteness; you oozed of it , how adorable could you be?, this sweet kind girl he really did care about becoming putty under his spell it fed his pride and he loved that , it was almost emotionally getting him off , and now that came up it was a little sexually arousing too , he liked your vulnerable fan girly ways , you really stroked his ego and it would lead to him stroking something later, all centred on you. After all he was proud man he, let himself see the lust in your eyes when you looked at his abs , when you blushed at his strength he loved making you melt into your underwear he wanted to make your fantasies a reality makes his a reality, all focused on you, he obsessed with you even he knew you wanted him , he wished he'd made a move sooner but maybe a part of him was a little afraid, it took the surge of aggressive jealous possessiveness to snap him into action, he wanted you all to himself as his little pet, to hold , cuddle, kiss and well..........to fuck over and over again the thought of another with you in their arms would cause his horns to burst into flames , you'd be his and only his and he'd show you a utopia of pleasure. The one and only him , nobody else would dare steal you from him, anyone who tried was dead not that anyone else would be able to pleasure you like he could, he thought to himself , if anyone even thought they'd come close he'd be there to prove them wrong, of course let his ego drive him forward , you where going to be his and he'd make sure you enjoyed every second , the way you massaged his ego though , it made you sexier than any girl he'd ever met in his whole life.

Chapter 3

: Making His Mark on 

Things get heated.

You where very nervous walking beside this hulk of a man he was still swaggering with pride from his victory. “So you wanna stop by where you work to get our drinks or?” “eh oh yeah that sounds good” you said nervously “c’mere this is a date isn’t it?” he puled you closer to him ,you froze and he looked at you with satisfied eyes “enjoying yourself” he chuckled. “of course” you responded , you where pretty close to him, he wrapped his hand around your waist while he smirked proudly, he loved seeing you a nervous mess melting over him.

“here we are, so hey do we get discount cus you work here? Cus you know I love not spending money” “oh yes you responded, “Ok then you buy the drinks and whatever it is , I’ll cover it , being a man I’m all about spoiling my little lady” he boosted.

You came back with the drinks “I got some sake for us” “ohhhhhhhhhhhh yum “ he purred The both of you settled in enjoying yourselves “You know little lady , I really care about you, I hope you realise I consider you one of my gang, we have a lot of fun together and I love how you can go from being a bundle of giggles to a bundle of nerves “ You blushed and your tail started to wag, it was true , when you two where playing with the local kids or collecting beetles you where a lot less nervous, well besides the odd moment Itto would catch you checking him out. When you where at work and was waiting his table (or right now on a freaking date ) you went to jelly, maybe though you should try opening up to him a little? I also like your tail and those doggy hears, how are you so cute?, it's too much!" He chuckled beaming with joy now flashing those pearly white fangs. “You know Itto I really like you too” you started playing with your tail ,eyes to the floor “You are really beautiful , fun , strong …….” Itto looked at you but you wouldn’t look at him “keep going” he cupped your face and turned it to him. “eh and you are loyal, protective , proud” Itto purred “mmm yes I am” “I really have f-fallen for you” the light hearted tone broke Itto shuffled a little “I uh-----I feel the same way about you” You gasped and peered into his crimson eyes, He blushed “Y- you know ,your fun, cute and you make my heart------ugh he groaned this is kind of heart on a man’s heart” he looked away and you grabbed his big strong hand “You mean a lot to me” you smiled , you looked at him with big flirty eyes , his heart started to race ,you had made him melt. “maybe say that again ?” “You mean a lot to me” you giggled. He smiled “is that so , well right back at you “ he leaned in and kissed your forehead protectively “You're adorable ,you know that? “ he whispered. “by the way I want you all to myself” he growled thinking of Childe eyeing up your chest. You smiled but then your smile broke and your cute doggy pointy eyes dropped. “Hey what’s the matter?” he asked confused and alarmed. You sighed “ your rival, you know Kujou Sara you like her don’t you” Itto burst out laughing “don’t be silly, I respect her and I like her as a rival but I don’t plan on shacking it up with her, in fact she’s pretty annoying at times you know? “ “but you want to sumo fight her sounds like you want to be super close with her” a little tear ran down your cheek , Itto caught sought of it and wiped it “hey, hey , hey no tears little lady , you have no need to worry ok?” he sighed “OK keep this a secret promise?” You nodded. “All right I trust you, I lost a duel to her ok , so I decided to ………fix a rematch" you tilted your head in confusion as Itto checked nobody was listening. “I knew she’d either lose or refuse a sumo duel, we had a sumo duel once but we where younger and we rolled down a hill , I knew this time I could win or I could at least call her a chicken , if she wouldn't fight me , then shed back down on front of everyone and if she agreed I knew a sumo duel it would at least be in my favour because when it comes to raw strength, of course I'd win ” You laughed reassured and Itto smiled “so no need to worry and hey I’m not worried about that punk with you" he lied " any guys that think they could steal you away from me , I’ll show them who’s boss!!!!” he chuckled with pride. You nuzzled into him “I want that” , he held you closer “lets make it official , will you be my girl? , and mine alone” “Of course!!!!!!” you beamed cuddling closer. “Heh this is a good evening but if you keep getting close to me like that” “Yeah ?” you beamed up at him. He was hoping he hadn't gone too far , he'll have to think of something to say,“uhhhh I “ but then, you bit your lip and your eyes said "fuck me" he smirked smugly it was time to go in for the kill “I might have to take you home" he purred”. You trailed your fingers up his abs “take me home big boi” “CHECK PLEASE” he cried out.

The two of you went to your home ,“come in Itto” Itto walked in a flash ,you sat on the bed feeling a little awkward, he walked over to you , towering over you , he mounted you , peppering kisses on your neck “Itto “ you purred surprised at how forward he was being. “you like that don’t you?” of course you liked it , you even liked the little nips of his fangs while he kissed you and now his hands trailed to your breasts. “lovely and plump” he growled, he ripped off your top and fumbled with your bra, you helped him , he wasn’t as experienced as you expected , the truth was though he had prepared , he knew you liked him and he fantasied a lot about you while he stroked himself, he even started reading books on how to please a women , of course he would never tell you that, of course he wanted you to think he was just that good ,he didn't need a manual , a mighty crimson Oni just new instinctively how to make a girl feel good , that was him to a T being the egotistical man he was ,the first time with you would have to blow you away. He started kissing your breasts ; sloppy wet kisses and then he was sucking on your nipples , you felt his growing tent in his pants against you , your pussy pooled with wetness as he started grinding himself against you he was so excited , his cock was throbbing, it was desperate to be pleasured. “Be a good girl for me” he growled , he started gripping both your tits and panting "ugh yes their perfect" he absorbed in the pleasurable sight while he humped you hard , you felt his erection rub against your pussy , then he pulled further up to your dismay , he smiled at your needy face and brought his knee between your crouch , he liked the control , in fact he wanted more, he needed to restrain you show you his strength, it felt so good though for both of you , his cock rubbed , grinding on you and his knee hitting your clit , massaging and pleasuring you, you wanted more. Then he forced himself to stop , he stole the ribbons from around your waist and tied you to the bed , “I need to show you who is the big bad Oni” he growled ,you blushed as he took of your skirt and removed your underwear. your legs nervous half hid your little pussy , Itto pulled them out of the way "mmmmm somebody is excited “ ,he saw your little leaking pussy on front of him and pushed two fingers inside. “oh my” you gasped. “ohhhhh yes” he chuckled , you squirmed pulling at the ribbons, this further excited Itto, seeing you squirm helplessly. He lapped up your juices and teased your clit with his tongue the gentle licking caused you to arch your back while the ribbons held you to the bed. “oh my Itto your amazing. “ you know I am “ he hummed rewarding you by kissing and sucking your pussy then rubbing circles around your pulsing clit “oh Itto you’re a mighty crimson Oni, I masturbate thinking of you almost every night” He paused his heart nearly stopped beating , "This girl knows how to please me " the arrogant man thought ,you could almost feel the grin growing on his proud face buried between your legs, He took his face away from your pussy from your dismay and leaned over you, he was massive. “You’re a good little pet for me, aren’t you ? By the way" I do the same over you " "oh god" you purred that is so hot", He glared at you soaking in your aroused face, biting your lip, locking your eyes to his , he knew how much this was teasing you so he kept going "I love to catch the sight of your little blush , of those plump tits jiggling" he ran his fingers over them gently " I thought about what they might look like , ugh so many fantasies my little pet many nights I couldn't keep my hands off myself "he glide his hand softly over you pussy but only lightly pet it to tease you" mmm because you had turned me on so much with your body , your cuteness ugh " as he whispered in your ear , "you make me a furious beast " you gulped and he smirked he removed his hand and rubbed himself over his pants due to the immense arousal becoming too much for his painfully stiff erection begging for attention. How could he turn you on any more ? and while he left your poor blue clit untouched ? " You make me so hungry……….ugh so damn hungry he groaned “ his cock was thudding , pulsating , oozing precum it darkened his paints, it begged to be touched even more. He stepped down got down off you , now at the end of the bed , you where struggling to get a look at him , the end of the bed covered his lower half . You heard his belt getting unbuckled frantically and saw him fumbling. “Let me see, and touch me while you show me “ you pleaded , you where so aroused , hearing how he would rub himself off to thoughts of you? the unbuckling noise , it was too much , you wanted to see him stroke it ,but you where begging him in your head to relieve you as you watched. Itto responded “let you see…. ? my pet show me your manners” he laughed arrogantly. “please you begged” He walked to the side of bed, freeing his cock , it was pretty big with a beautiful flushed mushroom tip, you blushed with your mouth hanging open now with drool oozing down your lips to your chin. He chuckled proudly “ I know I'm really something and guess what you - my little pet , are allllllll mine , I want you all to myself” he wiped the drool from your lips and licked his fingers then he mounted you again and shuffled over to your face. “Suck it my pet” he growled “Y-yes master” “mmm” he purred even before your lips met his glorious proud cock “ahh yes “ he moaned as you sucked him he started to rub himself corkscrew style , while you sucked the tip “such a good pet” the precum oozed as grunted, you where massaging your mouth against him , kissing his cock. You made sure to focus on the tip you knew that was the most sensitive part. "this is soooooooooo good" he thought "I hope she hasn't done this with , no no " that was his competitive side , always lurking always ready to fight off a rival. “I’ve never felt so good , such a good pet” he took his hands off his cock and began to just fuck your mouth , it went in deeper , in and out of your mouth. He started to pet you , then after pumping your mouth he pulled out a bit , so you could continue to focus on the tip sucking and then he gripped your hair “ugh it’s uhhh” Suddenly he removed his cock before it could cum "ah shit this is so hard, you are so damn sexy, I'm trying to hold back from cumming" he was literally edging himself now but it felt like the hardest thing he'd ever done but hey he didn't want to finish yet besides you deserved your share after all the teasing and he wanted to get off to see it , even if he got hard again , the first orgasm would always be most powerful, he wanted to fill you with all that cum while you moaned for him You squirmed “I need relief , let me touch myself already, its too much ” you where pulling on the ribbons He smiled knowing you too where horny as hell he was relived he hadn't just exploded from all the arousal of watching you get like this . “you can wait” he purred Your pussy was aching , begging to be touched it was sexual torture, it felt swollen with sore aches , and you had just felt his pulsing wet cock in your mouth , you heard this monstrous, insanely hot man moan your name and stroke your hair, and then you seem him tortured , resisting to cum, because you had turned him on so much , made him the ultimate sexual beast. "Ugh " you whined struggling desperately to free yourself which only excited him more. “you want it bad don’t you my little pet" he teased "Tell Itto , tell your master how bad you want it" “Yes Itto please, I can't wait, I need it my pussy it's on fire, its actually hurting it feel swollen and sore, it throbs for you and everything you've been doing it only turns me on more ” Oh boy he loved this , he inserted his cock to be massaged by your little mouth again ,but then seeing you so aroused , desperate for his touch, and how he was so much bigger then you , it was easy to over power you and easier while you where tied up "All right I'm not that cruel , but you should thank me , it's going to feel more amazing now that I've made you wait for it ", he took out his cock, “I’ll give your reward for being such a good girl for me” he went back down and massaged your clit with his mouth. “ohhhhhhhhh Itto I love you” this made his whole soul sing and both your hearts where racing, you where so full with arousal you where ready to cum , then you heard him clearly rubbing himself vigorously, looks like the tables had turned he couldn’t hold back his aching , painful erection while he stimulated you. “ugh yes” I need to be inside of you he groaned. “Itto I could cum any moment” you were so overcome you broke the ribbons , he opened your legs pushing in his massive cock he watched you bite your lip adjusting to it , then he powerfully thrusted. “That’s a good girl “ then you grabbed his horns “oh Itto don’t stop” “ahh my pet you broke fr-freeee? , you’re a naughty girl good thing I’m in a--- ugh good mood” he panted, pumping furiously inside you, and damn was this big bou strong “nothing could stop me now” he growled. “ohhhhhhhh Itto you are everything to me” the pleasure over came you , his hips thrashing his hearty cock into you , the sweat dripping down his firm massive abs, he felt you clutch his cock as he stimulated your g-spot perfectly. “I love you “ you screeched “no man could fuck me like you” you took your hands off his horns and started to rub your clit while he pumped into you , you could not hold back the orgasm building , it was so hot it made you feel sooooooooooooooooooooo good. You felt the contractions “oh Itto I love you , I’m cumming nobody makes me feel as good as you , you are unreal you , oh my --“ your moan is literal perfection to Itto’s ears, but the whimpering the tears streaming down your cheeks that topped it. Itto was loosing it pumping into you he gazed at your face broken with pleasure, vulnerable ,so damn sexy , so in love with him and how you had just said "oh my" how cute could you be? “You are so cute ,too cute I feel it ugh yes” then his cock convulsed “ugh yes my pet , only ever be with me, I'm the one and Oniiiiiiii” he bellowed as his balls tightened and his cock contracted in immense pleasure shooting a massive load into you , now the cum oozed out of you , filling you right up and escaping from your now satisfied pussy. Both of you where panting and he collapsed on top of you “my-litt little lady” he panted “Y-“ “Yes you responded cupping his face and kissing him” “You love me? “ he smiled . You blushed “I I think I do, at least, nobody else makes my heart beat like you do , I have so much fun with you and y-ugh I don’t know how to say this ” Itto chuckled “now ,now lil missy, don’t you dare stop, keep going tell your boi Itto all the details” you gave out a little embarrassed chuckle “sometimes it feels like you are my soul mate” Itto smiled feeling immense affection “I love you too babe” he started kissing your neck but then you felt two pricks on your neck. “Itto what are you?” “I’m making you mine “ he purred “ouch it hurts” he holds you down “easy now baby” then the teeth piece your neck leaving two small marks trickled with blood. Itto licks the blood then peers into your dilated eyes. “I’ve made my mark on you , forever you are tattooed by my fangs, if any man even dares to take you from me , he’ll see the scars of my mark , the mighty crimson oni and babe , I mean it, I love you" he smirked as he looked at your tear stained face. The both of you had fallen hard for each other, no longer just good friends , no longer just crushing on each other , the perfect man owned you and the perfect pet belonged to him, his little cute soul mate.

[johannstutt413]

Mmm... what do you think of Swire ship dynamics outside the obvious LGD pairs?

I know you said outside the obvious LGD pairings...but I'm going to need to include them for scale :P. (Also, DYK there are 31 Swire-tagged fics and 23 BP fics? Compared to 48 Gummy, 43 Zima, 36 Rosa, and 31 Istina? Some of those would be doubled up, and some of them aren't about ships at all, but...again, for scale.)

Swire has a lot more story-time than BP; as a crucial background NPC for The Ch'en Arc, she played a role in the main story chapters of Arknights - the story we've basically been telling since the release of the game, in fact, since we spent a solid 4ish chapters in Lungmen doing Lungment shit.

And ya wanna guess how much of that characterization lands in my primary sources, aka the characters' bios provided by the game itself? NOT ENOUGH, DAMNIT.

There are definitely characters who are worse victims of this - Amiya, Ch'en, Kal'tsit - and there are some characters who have basically no characterization (...yet?) outside of their bios, but I can't have the entire story of this game open when I write these, damnit! If I could, and meaningfully process that information, either a) fics would come out even slower than they do now, or b) I'd turn into a creature completely incomprehensible to my current state of being: someone who fully knows the lore of something. (I'm riding on, like, educated headcanons to do this shit, because this shares my space with seven bajillion other interests :/ .) So, what we get is a mix of "what the in-game bios say, as recorded by sites that compile those," "hey this one site summarizes the plots of the individual chapters and events and shit! I can use this as reference material!" and "...alright so what's cute/cool/funny/hot||what is actually reaching my mind right now?"

Which, to bring it back to Swire, is a girl who is very fluffy, very huggable, very omigod-lemme-snuggle-this-Feline-already-why-are-you-bringing-out-the-cuffs-hang-on-let's-talk-about-this. Someone who can be pretty haughty and snobbish but also super caring, that princess who could very easily be a tsundere-type, a deredere-type, a himedere-type, or just someone who does a lot of work and needs someone to make her life easier at home. Versatile, again, but with some pretty clear directions to it.

Speaking of directions:

Talulah: Real talk - I would put Talulah higher if I only had to get Swire onto the Rhodes Island craft; unfortunately, there's also the problem of Chapter 9, which tells me that a) Talulah isn't even on the boat anymore, and b) even if she was, she's not there to get a girl. Redeemed!Talulah, one who's both remorseful and rehabilitate(d/able), is a better ship than Canon!Ch'en, but as things stand...this isn't going to happen either. Does it make a fantastic story, though? Sure does!

Miss Ch'en: Oh, Ch'en, heeeey. Real talk - by the end of Chapter 8, this is not a ship I really see sailing anytime soon, mostly because the Dossoles event showed us where these two are at. Ch'en is officially a full-time Rhodes Island agent now, completely an Operator operating under our auspicious main-character-collecting auspices, and Swire is still a heavily-worked LGD employee alongside Hoshiguma (we'll get back to her). They're just not on the same wavelength and never really have been, but now there's plenty of distance to keep it from happening...

If we ignore these facts, though? It's a rivals-to-lovers ship that's totally sensible and a source of amusement for various RI/LGPD folks. Without those tidbits of information? Sail-worthy. With it though? Sunk.

Non-Lungmenite RI Employees (Doctor included): There's a pretty clear break in canon to get this done (the whole "have to have Swire on the ship" thing), but once you get her on-board, the right situations could put her in contact with all kinds of people who meet the shipper-mandated need for companionship I as the writer feel and impose on the shipped (not apologetic about that, either, just maybe a little guilty). This is a catch-all for, at minimum, all the really cute fics I've written with characters that, without RI, would never interact with her - the Doctor, bears, Ptilopsis, Gavial, Jackie, the list goes on, and will no doubt continue to expand.

Non-Hoshi Lungmenites: Three people, specifically - Shaw, ShiraYuki, and Bison (hey, look, male characters! They're real!) - who come to mind as ships I've written and been quite happy with the thought of. Shaw, ShiraYuki, and Swire could all reasonably know each other as agents of the government (police, fire dept., agent of the mayor's wife - not too distant circles in a game like this), and combined with the looser environment of the Rhodes Island craft where they're spending time together (because for anything that isn't Swire/Hoshi this lil' suspension of disbelief will have to carry us some distance), love could totally blossom. Bison's on this list because he's lived in Lungmen and is also a fairly-wealthy-young-person, but he might be a bit too young? I'm kind of iffy on his actual age - how old do you have to be to intern in Terran Lungmen? No idea, but if he's old enough to be the voice of reason in the situation he's in, he's old enough to be shipped.

Hoshiguma. Look, as far as I'm concerned? This is canon. I shit you not, the way she and Bea interact in the Dossoles event? That's the good shit right there. If it's not canon, after Ch'en sliced a corner out of Hanya and left her at-the-time most promising ship in Hoshi behind with the swag-cat (to differentiate her from the other money-cats in Arknights), it's by far the easiest to connect the dots for...as much as it pains me because that means I have to admit neither of them would match with the Doctor as easily, and I am a major Hoshiguma simp...c'est la vie.

Man I hope these posts aren't "too long" for Tumblr when that update comes around, cuz I don't have these backed up :D. (unlike the fics, which are safe and sound in cloud storage...yeah...totally safe...) So, tl;dr, outside of the LGD ships, you can make quite a bit work just by getting her out to Rhodes Island and setting up circumstances right, but Shaw, ShiraYuki, and Bison have a little home-field advantage, and Hoshi's basically fucking canonical which I love but wish Hoshi was real whenever I think about her so YMMV.