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I should be studying for tomorrow but instead I am restless and overthinking and thinking to myself about how there is so much wrong in approaching love from the perspective of trying to be liked and trying to be loved and trying to be good and trying to stick people to yourself with duct tape made of gifts and nice jokes and sweet words because well, it's not only tiring but they will leave in the end anyway, and loving and being loved is supposed to be rest and peace and a sound mind and the more you try the less you achieve any of that! Except I'm my mother's and father's child so I still do it anyway and hang around and try again and cling until it's dead because otherwise it all really hurts but it hurts anyway so
Just dgaf. And if you do then pretend you don't until you convince yourself and restrain your hands so they can't reach out to anyone once they turn their back on you and just. Let people live with their own decisions. I want so hard to be loved that I am making myself disposable like a used rag and for what? It's all gonna be good one day with or without anyone else
#i am perhaps just rambling to myself here#but i am tired of that tendency that was baked into me to try to get anyone to stick around#i remember when my first ex broke up with me i spent literal months clinging to her and trying to negotiate some kind of universe#where we would still talk and be as close as we were before#and she didn't wanna hear#until she did but we eventually distanced and when i moved on she was so upset and i wondered why because? you left me?#and i fought so hard to keep you there but you made your decision and now you're upset at me for moving on?#and the second time around i wasn't any better at it either#and only recently am i realizing that the reason she was so upset at me moving on was because i made myself so reliable#with those stupid promises that I'd be in her life always no matter what happened#and why would I do that? i always cling to people because they matter to me#and they always realize i matter to them once i move on already and am not willingly a part of their life anymore#and like sure i do attract people who tend to be assholes to me but it's on me as well#i am disproportionate in showing my care to people who don't return even 1/5 of it back#and when they get bored i am the one they call weird for that#so i really decided not even to listen to what I need anymore but only to what needs to be done and it's#just letting things go with the flow. i don't have to drag the dead weight of anything i try to keep on my shoulders#do i want to? sure. do i want to be as loved as i never am? i do of course i do#but i am trying too hard. and it's never gonna get me anywhere. because people only ever want me back in their life when i have moved on and#others value themselves more. others don't love anyone blindly so#i don't have to. even though i want. i don't have to#if you gift me a paper I'll gift you a paper. if you want to kiss me I'd want to kiss you too#and if you say you love me I'd love you back and if you forget my birthday I'll forget yours too and#if i hug you but am not hugged back i won't hug you again#i think that's the best way things can go when people are concerned#maybe this is a bit too transactional in a sense but i mean#it wouldnt be fair if it was unequal#if someone does everything for you and you don't return it then you are an asshole to them but#if you give and you aren't given you are a weirdo simply put#it's best if it's equal
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i am being so brave trying so hard to hold back writing a rant about that 'minimizing narrative noise' comment on totk sage concept art bc its actively flying around in my head like the worlds most annoying fly
#ganondoodles talks#zelda#i have .... thigns to say...............#i need to wait until i get a look at the entire book#and cant go on rants on single comments#then again .... what else is in there .................#i am dreading this thing#like id rather know that there was trouble during development than having a dozen of shitty comments obviously trying to cover up-#-for something- this CANNOT be true#yes narrative noise is a thing that exists- but in THIS game????????????????????????????????????????????????????????#like you basically cut down the already boring plot into its bare essentials that isnt executed well either#and then add confusion and menaingless detailes like the sage helmets ââconnectingââ the sonau to the shiekah#when rly it just makes it more confusing bc the hsiekah a prectically gone- the fuck kind of conenction is there#like THAT is what id call narrative noise- weird details that make no sense and arent important#also you cant make a character the equivilant of a blank box and then say 'we wanted them to feel powerful and scary' or sth#BC YOUD NEED TO MAKE THE CHARACTER ANYTHIGN -BUT- A BLANK BOX TO HAVE THEM BE INTIMIDATING#ALSO all the ancient stupid sages do is stand around repeating words like they are puppets- you dont see them fight ever#âintimitadtignâ my ASS the useless little knife fake zelda throws at sonia from half a mile away and prob wouldnt even have gotten through-#-her hair is more intimidating than any of the blank box mc sages#youd think they learned their lesson when they made the botw champions DLC bc it fleshed their characters out more and added better-#-shrines BUT NO apparently that was a big mistake huh#maybe thats why every single character is reduced to one boring stereotype or a blank box of nothing in totk#having zelda be anything else but a swooing little damsel waiting for her prince was narrative noise needing to be removed HUH#writing team all fired or what- literally WHAT was going on in there
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11pm in manchester airport plane landed at 10pm after being DELAYED AND ANNOYING AND EVERYTHING WRONG WITH RYANAIR for over an hour. when is my train home from this godforsaken city you ask? 5am. good job im stuck in arrivals where there are no coffee shops or even regular charging ports haha. so glad to be spending the next six hours sat by the squeaky baggage claim machine. thank god my mum was sympathetic about it right haha⌠right????
#YELLINGGGG GET ME OUTTTT OF HEREEEE#WHAT THE FUCK AM I MEANT TO DO FOR 6 HOURS đ#like yeah if i could amble about duty free coffee shops for a bit like i originally planned Iâd be golden a bit bored but fine#BUT THIS??? THIS LOOKS LIKE THE BACKROOMS IVE BEEN HERE ONE HOUR AND WANT TO END IT ALL#WHY IS THIS AIRPORT LIKE THIS đ MANCHESTER THIS IS WHY NO ONE WANT YOU FR#called my mum like âIâm not being dumb right thereâs no shops or anything after arrivals itâs just the exitâ#bc if I leave arrivals I am NOT allowed to re-enter so I wonât even get this dogshit area that is at least indoors and covered#so Iâm NOT chancing that shit#and she was SO FUCKING UNHELPFULLL she literally was just like âI dunnoâ & when I complained she went âwhat were you expecting? a hotel?â#LIKE GIRL THE REASON IM HERE ON MY OWN IS BC THE FRIEND THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO STAY AT THE AIRPORT WITH ME HAD TO MAKE OTHER PLANS#BC HER PARENTS LITERALLY WERENT OKAY WITH HER STAYING HERE FOR SO LONG LIKE THAT#IM LITERALLY A YOUNG GIRL ALONE IN THE AIRPORT FOR THE NEXT 6 HOURS AND NOT EVEN THE PART OF THE AIRPORT YOURE SUPPOSED TO WAIT IN#THATâS WEIRD. YOUâRE WEIRD#I DO NOT KNOW THIS CITY. LIKE THAT IS AN IMPORTANT DETAIL I DO NOT KNOW MANNY AND IM ALONE AND ITâS NIGHTTIME. WHAT THE FUCK AND HELL#AT LEAST BE FUCKING NICE OH MY GODDD#anyway. just saw a jesus i bet on losing dogs edit. what was that about
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I caught myself looking like đ again at the grocery store today and I feel so awkward. I donât want to come off as an asshole to anyone working there (it must suck as a job, especially during summer tourist season) but my face is just like this! I think it would be really funny if I got a custom t-shirt one day that just said âsorry, itâs (probably) not you. My face is just like thisâ with the đ emoji under it
#emma posts#when it doesnât look like đ it looks like đł#i just remembered today that part of the reason itâs like this was that in highschool if i looked like that my bullies got bored#was always switching between đ and đł and now those are just my defaults#the đł would probably be around regardless tho#itâs kinda funny how my teacher mom has strangers approach her regularly but my dad and I and maybe my brothers donât get that#but my dad is 6ft with a đ expression most of the time in public#my brothers have different vibes but are also huge#youngest has got an awkward gentle giant energy#and middle kid has what I can only call a âmore subtle bakugo rizzâ if that makes any sense#dude needs to take his meds like the rest of us#I really went from đł elementary to đ highschool expression wise#and one is anxiety and autism while the other is autism and defense against bullies#but now my face is just like that by default and itâs super awkward#Iâm also self conscious about how i look while laughing#but thatâs a mostly separate thing#mostly#non-human animals get the âşď¸ expression though so they like my vibes better#I also try to be like that with kids. and I am a little internally. but I also panic about how the respond to them#Iâd blame one specific younger cousin experience but Iâm not totally sure#either way I look a little less đ to them but probably still a little đł#kids with anxiety seem to like me though. we get each otherâs vibes I guess đ¤ˇââď¸#but gods. I donât want to look at cashiers like đ in the checkout but i keep doing it#and when i consciously try to stop i often look more like đł#girl has no rizz if youâre not a cat#I react the same way to energetic dogs as I do most kids which is a bit weird tbh#I end up looking like a combination of đłđđŹđŚđ
when I try to talk to neighbors#my only advantage is that people think my jokes are funny. at least in person#and I can at least tell when someone is faking their smile response#if there are two things I can usually pick up on itâs nervousness and amusement
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ohohoho boy update. today at work it was just us doing cheese while everyone else pulled an ice cream order, and i was like hey if youre not busy saturday would you want to roadtrip with me? and i fully expected him to say no, but we are roadtripping to nebraska on saturday <3 <3 anyway what playlist do i put on in the car. do we trust him enough for get loose get looser
#music wise. i think maybe take a walk in the sun or normal music. not sure about glgl yet#i will probably put him on aux for at least half of the trip#(and when i say trip i mean like. 6-7 hours round trip. like we're not going very far for very long)#we're leaving at like 2:45-3pm and i get sleepy around 10 so not like a super good road trip for me#i told him that the way i plan trips was usually a long drive based purely off vibes but i would try to have an actual plan this time#and i asked him what time he would want to be home for work the next day since he works at 6am#and god he was so cute he was like 'i'll call off work on sunday so you can do one of your usual trips'#and yeah. sighh i am down so bad#and i HAVE to promise to be normal on this trip. i always get weird in cars late at night.#but theres Implications of him being in my car like 100 miles from home. so i cant do or say anything weird#like could you imagine being in a car with someone you dont like and they start being weird. like what the fuck do you even do.#but anyway yeah good day. he was very talkative today. and he is so cute sometimes i cant stand it#work is really fun when theres 6 of us and i can stand there while the underclassmen do all the work#boy post#oh and he said he was going to message that he was streaming skyrim but it ended up being boring#so that revealed some info. 1) twitch streamer 2) did think about texting me at least once last week 3) trusts me to know about his twitch#ugh. i would love to just hurry all this up but i have to be patient i have toooo#okay! off to take a disease quiz and then study some ice cream#talk to you later tumblrinas
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âcw: lactation kink, mentions of pregnancy, dirty, nasty, depraved stuff, vaginal sex, period oral mention, monsterfucking in kuna's (sukuna's is way too dirty), dry humping, drinking breast milk obv, not proofread (this is too long and i have an event tomorrow)
âa/n: i have officially lost it. is it obvious i have lost it? idk if this is the best or the worst thing you will ever read but this is very depraved and nasty. like...aaaaaaaaaahh okay i am normal. i put my big titties non existent breast milk into this so please read it all and i hope you enjoy.
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â satoru is the man who is always up for something new. especially, if it involves pleasing you because he's a good husband and that's good what husbands do. he knows how to pull out the naughty parts out of you, but he had to work his way up.
"I am just saying. It helps. Believe me," your husband was arguing with you.
"Cut it out, Toru. I am not letting you suck my boobs."
"But why?"
"Because it's gross and weird." The moment those words left your mouth, he audibly gasped.
"Did you just call our baby's food gross?" You rolled your eyes. He's always like this. It's not like you weren't curious of his reaction when he does taste you, you were just scared that he'd be disgusted. Plus the post pregnancy hormones are worst as they make you emotional over the silliest things.
"Please, baby? Just this one time. I'll be a good boy I promise." You hate when he addresses himself as if he's an angel. He is a mischievous devil inside. But rather than having him pester you for the rest of the night and ruin your hard earned sleep (since your baby's cries always wakes you up) You thought maybe let him and just get it over with...
"mmph ffhuck." His moans vibrated through your skin, "mhmm god ywo twaste shwo good." The moment he said that, all the insecurity left your body, and heat forming between your legs.
"Nghâtoru..." you felt so embarrassedâso dirty when his eyes locked with you. Your lashes fluttered and you looked away but you swore you could feel him smiling on your nipples. Your husband really digs out the emotions you never thought existed within you.
He was pressing them together, playing like he had just found a new toy. You had never seen so much amusement in those blue eyes as much as of now. Bright pink tongue lolling out to taste the squirting liquid when he squeezed both your breasts together.
"Feels good, right baby? ah!" *slurp* He wiped the dripping milk at the end of his lips with his tongue, and you couldn't process. You felt so wet. And he knew you very well. After all, you've been together for so many years.
"Lay down baby. I'll fuck you while I drink you." You never thought you'd ever hear that sentence but there it was.
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â toji has always been an experienced man. he has definitely tried a lot of things. but there's always areas to expand knowledge and new things to learn. he wouldn't do anything that makes you uncomfortable but he knew the person he was marrying wasn't ordinary. you, deep down, were just very dirty like him.
You had your legs stretched on the sofa, upper body resting on your husband's lap. Since you guys had a baby, it was very rare for you rest. Being a parent is the best thing in the world but it also feels worse than a 9to5 sometimes. Today was a good day though. Your boy was sleeping soundly and you had some quality time to spend with each other. Well, it's hard to go on a date at this time, but you both were just happy to be in each other's presence.
Toji was mindlessly flipping through some channels after he got bored halfway through that one movie he was watching. His emerald eyes fell on your ipad screen where you were scrolling through what seemed like a baby product websites.
"I thought we had bought everything for little gumi." You looked up at him then back to the screen.
"Oh this isn't for gumi bear. This is for me. These are called breast shells."
"What? Show me." He took the ipad from you and carefully observed the product you were supposedly buying. "So what is this a fashion accessory for mommies now?"
"Hehehe," you giggled. "No, baby. My breast oversupplies sometimes and it ruins my dress. They prevent that." You watched him as he sat there in silence, poking his tongue inside his mouth. Within two seconds, he flipped you on the sofa, and gently climbed on you.
"Why are you buying that shitty thing when I am right here?"
"Toji, what do yâOH MY GOD!" he pulled out both your breast pretty quickly, all thanks to your maternity clothes. He knew you won't stop him. He knew you would get wet when he'd do that. And he was right on the money. He started sucking so hard, you felt...foreign. He had sucked them a hundred times before but watching him flick your nipples with his tongue and the milk trailing down, fusing with the tastebuds until it goes transparent and his adam's apple bobs when he gulps it. fuck.
Toji's obvious boner grinds against your heat as he suckled on those pretty tits. The wet patch on your panties were now staining his grey bottoms too.
"Overflowing down there too, mama? Hmph," he chuckled. You were to focused on the feeling of his lips on your nipples that you forgot to see his right hand moving down to cup your heat.
"Nghâtwoji," you mewled.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." Thick fingers circled your wet clit, "Ya don't need those shells or whateva when i am right here." He is a great husband. He even saved you so much money that you were gonna spend on those silicones.
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âsuguru worships you. it isn't obvious but you can feel his devotion towards you. the way his droopy eyes lights up when they fall on you, or his ears turn red when you kiss him. he loves how you take him in, struggling a little at first because he is girthy and a bit long, but when he bottoms out, you finally exhale and relax your walls around him. holy shit. he loves it. but this time, something different struck his curiosity.
"fuck. you sure we can do this baby?" He asked.
"'s okay, sugu. doc said we had to wait like six weeks and it's been three months." You were so busy in your post pregnancy life that you barely got time for just each other. You hadn't even kissed properly in months. "plus," you reached for his cock, "i need you." Those last words came off as a whine. You needed him and who is he to deny you off your pleasure.
You were on top of him as you positioned his boner to your entrance. He watched as your cunt swallowed him. This time, not struggling as much. Thanks to dilation.
"anh! suguuu~ mhmm missed your cock." You moaned so beautifully, he found himself falling in love over and over again. Yet, something was different. Normally, his eyes would focus down on how you well you take him as you ride it, but today he had found something rather more interesting. Your big tits bumped against his face and he couldn't take his eyes of those nipples. Those glistening nipples. He could see droplets of milk settling and honestly, they looked so fucking tempting. He let his intrusive thoughts win as you felt a warm sensation on your boobs.
"haaaâfuck. sugu, mhmmâno, it's gross" He didn't reply. He didn't need to. Pretending he didn't hear that was just right. Why would you even think anything about you is gross. He would kiss the soil you walked on.
"so fucking sweet. my sweet girl." *sucksucksuck* "these are f'me too, right? these were made f'me. hmm...sweet *suck* fucking *suck* girl.
congratulations. you just unlocked his new kink.
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ânanami is a gentke lover. we all know that. he is only mean in bed if you ask him too. that alone needs a lot of convincing because he is scared of hurting you. he is not too kinky but you can't say he's completely vanilla. he enjoys wrapping a tie around wrist as be eats you out. he also found himself getting hard when you called him "daddy." So yeah, he is a little kinky. But not in a million years Nanami Kento would've thought he would get hard watching you wipe the excess milk off your breasts.
"So i just put her down to sleep," you walked out of the baby room, with your left tit out, wiping it with a napkin. "What do you want for lunchâKento?" He immediately broke the staring contest he was having with your boobs and looked at you.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Is everything alright? Is there something on my breasts?"
"YesâI mean no. of course not." It was rare to hear panic in his voice which only made you mroe curious. You walked closer to him, hsi breath heavier than usual.
"What's wrong, Ken? Talk to me." shit shit shit. you were too close. he could feel your wet boobs rubbing against his cyan blue shirt. If you got any closer, you would loathe him for having a boner for such thing. He was ashamed of himself.
"Why are you looking away, baby? Do you not like me anymore?" Fuck. You're so stupid. Not like you? That man is in love with you so much. He cannot contain himself. You tried to get closer but he tripped on the foot of the couch and felk on it upright, and you on top of him.
oh.
OH.
You could feel it between your legs. You didn't even kiss him and it's not like you were seducing him earlier so you connected the dots pretty quickly on why he was hard.
"hmm hmm" you giggled. "is this what makes you hard you, ken? my lactating tits?"
"don't say it out loud, please." it was so fun seeing him all flustered. you adjusted yourself on top him as you thought of something very dirty.
"wanna taste? i know you're curious." he hesitated a bit, but a man like him can only go so high with his walls before he breaks them and let's his wife take control.
He started off with a few licks, testing his feet into the water. It was sweet with a hint of tanginess. The moment he felt it squirting a lot when he sucked, he fell in love. He acted like a kid who had just discovered magic. You chuckled between your heavy moans as you witnessed him trying to fit in your tits in his mouth as much as he can. You start grinding on him and it only makes him more desperate. He taps your thighs, a cue to pull your dress up and throw it in the floor. You watch as he hungrily latches his lips on your nipples quickly again. Your dress was not even off your arms yet. Nanami had discovered his obsession when he watched you squeeze you tits to squirt your milk on him.
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âsukuna didn't even think it was possible for him to have a child as him being a curse and you being a human but here you were. he was in love with you. maybe his expression for love was different than others, but you felt it. be wasn't an embodiment of rage, but rather an overflowing confidence in his skills. That's where the cockiness came from. Existing for over a 1000 years, he thought he had experienced everything. Well...he was wrong.
"So...you just out this device on your chest and it gathers your milk?"
"Yes. It's called a "breast pump" and not a device," his vocabulary according to the new era was still weak but he was working on it.
When you detached the the vaccum of the breast pump from your boobs, Sukuna's eyes were fixated on them. He loved your tits. He had his fair share of biting and sucking on them till they were sore, but today they looked so plumped and so...succulent??
"What are you staring at? You want to drink it too or what?" You joked as you closed the lid of the bottle.
"Yes." You stared at him. Two minutes of complete shock snd silence.
"What?"
"What? You said if I want to drink it, and I answered."
"Yeah butâ"
"Be a good wife, my little human. Good wives obey their husband's wishes." (Please let the feminist in you shut up for a sec and enjoy cuz i know he'd say smtg like this)
"Kuna...I don't know. It's nasty, y'know?"
"I think you're forgetting that I am a monster, baby. I ate you out during your those days of the month. This is less dirty." He yaps a lot someone shit him up before I die from embarrassment.
Sukuna laid you on the bed gently after getting you undressed. For the first time in so.many years, you were feeling shy again in front of him. It was quite an amusing sight to enjoy for him. He summoned a mouth on both his palm and licked your nipples. He wasn't sucking yet, but the hint of sweetness still laced his tastebuds.
"I am going to squeeze your breasts in my mouth now, okay?" Why did he feel the need to announce it? Weren't you already so flustered?
The tongues on his palm licked the skin of your tits before squeezing it when his mouth crashed against your nipples, spraying the milk. Sukuna sometimes forget you're a human. You're delicate unlike. The strong force of the suction made you whine and moan so loudly, it vibrated through the walls of the bedroom.
"mhmm I did not know my beloved wife enjoyed such depraved acts," he smirked when his thighs brushed against your bare pussy. you were dripping wet.
"Don't worry, little one. Let me please you. Hope you have pumped out enough in that bottle of yours. Because, I am going to milk you dry today."
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Heloo can I request a smau where the reader and lando are dating and they always do date nights but its not really a date night cus oscar is always with them everytime lily isnt there and he just becomes their child đ thank you thank youu
just us, and your friend steve | lando norris
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: at first you were annoyed by oscar being at all of your dates, until you started to miss him when he wasnât.
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yourusername: date night with my boyfriend <3âŚand his boyfriend!
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user1: oscar the certified 3rd wheel
user2: that picture is so cute
landonorris: i love you :)
yourusername: haha simp
landonorris: oscar give my girlfriend her phone back
yourusername: fine đ
yourusername: i love you too lan :D
landonorris: there she is!
user3: man i would KILL to be a third wheel in this relationship
user4: i would be landos boyfriend đ
user5: is lando oscarâs only friend??
landonorris: yes!
oscarpiastri: itâs not nice to lie lando
landonorris: im not lying?
oscarpiastri: i have other friends!
landonorris: ohâŚthen why donât you go hangout with them instead of 3rd wheeling with me and my girlfriend?
oscarpiastri: âŚ
landonorris: thatâs what i thought!
yourusername: that was not nice lando.
landonorris: it wasnât meant to be nice, it was the truth!
yourusername: still, it was mean.
oscarpiastri; yeah lando. it was MEAN.
landonorris: donât gang up on me??
user6: LMAOO they hang out for one night and they become like this đ¤
user7: i need more of this trio
danielricciardo: and why wasnât i invited?
maxverstappen1: i have the same question?
landonorris: because you guys have other friends! for osc itâs just me and yn
oscarpiastri; I HAVE OTHER FRIENDS.
landonorris: shhh, shhh, shhh baby itâs okay. itâs okay.
yourusername: baby đ¤¨
landonorris: omg it just slipped out
user8: thatâsâŚinteresting!
user9: yn and lando are so cute together
user9: and oscar cute too ig?
user10: you guess?? that man is gorgeous
user11: the ââŚand his boyfriendâ is TOOO funny. yn i love you
user12: sheâs seriously so funny
user13: how can people hate her?
user14: theyâre most definitely just jealous
maxverstappen1: oh but when i want to make a heart shaped pizza with you itâs weird?
landonorris: yes!
maxverstappen1: double standard much?
landonorris: sheâs my GIRLFRIEND
maxverstappen1: AND WHAT AM I?
user15: i feel like im interrupting something
yourusername: how do you think i feelâŚ
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yourusername: paddle and golf with my baby <3 and my baby đĽš
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landonorris: why does he get the cool picture and i get that?
yourusername: i think both pictures summarize you guys perfectly!
landonorris: so heâs cool while iâm a loser?
yourusername: i didnât say that butâŚ
landonorris: WOW, already favoriting the child. i canât believe this.
yourusername: my child will ALWAYS come first.
oscarpiastri: :D
user16: we went from âmy bfs bfâ to âmy child đĽšâ
user17: WE DID IT GUYS
user18: yn and lando adopting oscar agenda is HAPPENING
charle_leclerc: are you trying to steal my child from me?
yourusername: itâs not really stealing if he willingly comes withâŚ
charles_leclerc: itâs just stockholm syndrome, donât worry oscar iâll get you away from them soon
oscarpiastri: im actually having lots of fun :)
charles_leclerc: OMG WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM
user19: we got lando and yn adopting oscarâŚbut we lost this during
user20: totally worth it
danielricciardo: when is it my time to be adopted?
maxverstappen1: you are a 35 year old grown man.
danielricciardo: đ
user21: why is max coming for daniel??
maxverstappen1: iâm bored. since APPARENTLY iâm not landos paddle partner anymore
landonorris: maxâŚi can explainâŚ
maxverstappen1: save it. donât call me. donât come by my house. weâre done.
landonorris: i see you watched diary of a wimpy kid
maxverstappen1: i did indeed..
user24: theyâre at it againâŚ
user22: max is so funny
user23: i love him
user24: oscar being so quite during all of his is so him coded
user25: heâs just enjoying being out and about
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yourusername: vacation with the boyfie <3
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user26: omg lando looks so good
user26: iâm going into heat
user26: WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF
user26: GRRRR
user27: this is the first post in 2 months that doesnât have oscarâŚ
user28: and the crowdâŚcryâs?
user29; i canât be the only one who thought oscar would 100% go with them on vacation
user30: i definitely thought so too!
user31: theyâve literally spend all their extra time together
maxverstappen1: how many times did he belly flop?
yourusername: iâve been swore to secrecy.
user32: sheâs so lucky
user33: right? âthe boyfieâ IMAGINE BEING ABLE TO CALL LANDO NORRIS YOUR BF??
charles_leclerc: guess whoâs with me right now đ
landonorris: charlesâŚdonât.
charles_leclerc: hehehe
yourusername: youâre just his rebound. youâll never be me.
charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiatsri what do you think?
oscarpiastri: i still like yn better
charles_leclerc: i bought you ice creamâŚ
oscarpiatri: you could never be her đ¤ˇ
yourusername; IM COMING HOME FOR YOU OSCAR
landonorris: see what you did charles?
maxverstappen1: how are you holding up?
yourusername: i feel like my hearts been ripped out of my chest. i have no reason to wake up.
maxverstappen1: oh!
user34: max was NOT expecting that answer
user35: if oscar doesnât get himself over to that damn island soon istg
user36: THATS HER BOY đđđ
oscarpiastri: did you find any crabs? :D
yourusername: yes. i will put them in my suitcase and take them with me to show you
user37: so this is crazy!
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yourusername: look who joined us!! my son <3
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user38: THEY REUNITED!!!
maxverstappen1: how did she take it? đ¤Ł
landonorris: she cried.
yourusername: i did not!
landonorris: yeah baby you didâŚ
oscarpiastri: yn you know how much i hate agreeing with lando, but yes you did cry
yourusername: I MISSED MY SON, GOD FORBID I CRY??
user39: i get you yn. i really do
user40: omg this is so cute
user41: truly adorable
oscarpiastri: now i can see all the crabs in person :D
yourusername; THATS MY SON EVERYONE
charles_leclerc: he was mine first đĽ˛
yourusername: #getoverit??
landonorris; canât believe you cried when you saw him
yourusername: i was EMOTIONAL
landonorris: in the four years weâve been dating you have never cried when seeing me
yourusername: i see you all the time! no need to cry!
landonorris: i want you to cry! cry for me!
oscarpiastri: you could never be me ;)
landonorris: i will send you back to australia
yourusername: if you send him back, iâm going with him
landonorris: WOW.
user42: we have officially entered the era where yn is choosing oscar over lando
user43: her son > her boyfriend
danielricciardo: does this mean i can hop on a plane and go visit you
landonorris: NO. this is officially a family vacation.
danielricciardo: and iâm not family? đ
yourusername: youâre that one uncle that you see twice a year and donât talk to or interact with for the rest of said year.
danielricciardo; yeah that makes sense.
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notes; thank you for requesting!! hope you enjoyed :)
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nonsense... or is it? | charles leclerc social media au
pairing: charles leclerc x fem singer!reader
face claim: sabrina carpenter
based on this request: sooo, anyways,,, i was thinking maybe a smau where Charles is playing the guy who Milo was and this obviously breaks the internet even more and this leads to them dating ??? idk, just like a really wholesome one where she was his celebrity crush and now they're dating bc of them getting know each other more bc of the music video. sorry if this is all over the place but yeah. - @whoreks
MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI?
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yourusername: holla babes !!! the feather music video is heading your way fast xxx if only my real boyfriends were like my music videos ones ...
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user1: MOTHER
user2: finally music videos are back baby !!
taylorswift: you can still make the whole place shimmer â¨
yourusername: thanks to you baby
user3: oh to be able to call taylor swift baby
user4: y/n's shade is so underrated - i too wish her boyfriends were as good as her mv ones
user5: she's got such a good eye for casting why can't she do this in her actual love life
user6: okay but he's hot based off a single shoulder i'm excited
user7: you got that from a SHOULDER?
user8: he's TALL?
user9: babe y/n is like 4'2 she makes everyone look tall
user10: say what you want about the catholic church, they got the aesthetic down pat
yourbff1: so we aren't asking the mv boyf out? boring.
yourusername: we have lil things called phones? USE IT HOE
user11: charles leclerc in the likes
user12: so true of him
user13: unless he's... the guy
user14: babe he's way too short lol
user15: have yall seen the sky ad? baby aint acting any time soon
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yourusername: OMG you guys blew the feather music video up !! i'm sure it had nothing to do with this random guy i found off the street? jokes, thank you charles for being the perf mv boyf xx
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user17: HOLY FUCKING SHIT
user18: celeb crush inception no one touch me
charles_leclerc: thank you for my music video debut, maybe you can return the favour one day?
yourusername: i'll return any favour you want
yourbff1: dial down the desperation babe
charles_leclerc: what if i want her to dial it up please?
yourbff1: do NOT encourage her
yourusername: please encourage me :)
user19: Y/N STAND UP PLEASE
user20: actually y/n is so real have yall seen that man YUM
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user21: y/n is a genius for fancasting her future bf in her music video
danielricciardo: THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT? SHARL WHEN I CATCH YOU
pierregasly: and me :( i thought our friendship meant more ....
charles_leclerc: it was a secret
yourusername: he doesn't kiss and tell xoxo
alexalbon: WHAT ??????
charles_leclerc: okay we can stop joking now
yourusername: fine...
user22: the way charles was defo typing that through tears
user23: y/n make the move we believe in you
user24: believe in her? she can get anyone she wants he's gotta STEP UP
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charles_leclerc: had a blast filming for my first ever music video, thank you y/n !!
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user25: i'm feeling a new unhealthy attachment forming
yourusername: feel free to come back any time soon
charles_leclerc: or maybe you can come to me?
yourusername: is this my paddock debut?
charles_leclerc: make sure you're wearing red and it sure can be
yourusername: let me check the wardrobe
user26: i will pass away if we get y/n at a race... in the ferrari garage ???
pierregasly: let it be known i am still angry that you didn't tell me, especially after all the weird rants i've listened to
alexalbon: me too
georgerussell63: me too
landonorris: me too
danielricciardo: me too
carlossainz55: me too
maxverstappen1: me too
charles_leclerc: why is max here?
maxverstappen1: that's what you're taking from this?
charles_leclerc: yeah why are you in my business
maxverstappen1: you make it my business you talk about her all the time
yourusername: oh really ???
charles_leclerc: HE'S A BIG FAT LIAR HE'S ALWAYS BEEN A BIG FAT LIAR ALL HIS LIFE INCLUDING WHEN I MAYBE ACCIDENTALLY PUSHED HIM IN A PUDDLE
maxverstappen1: YOU DID PUSH ME IN THAT PUDDLE
yourusername: what is going on here?
user27: poor y/n being thrown into the grid drama
user28: poor charles with the grid trying to expose him
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yourusername: clearly was feeling myself this week
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user31: lol why is max here
maxverstappen1: doing my due diligence as an investigative journalist
charles_leclerc: choke.
user32: is that charles? are we in the soft launch?
user33: let's not get ahead of ourselves, we know charles doesn't dress that well
user34: consider this: girlfriend effect
user35: girlfriend effect is gonna have to do some heavy lifting when it comes to charles' wardrobe
yourbff1: you think you're so slick don't you
yourusername: maybe. maybe not?
yourbff1: you're so annoying
yourusername: annoyingly cute?
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yourbff1: keep your nose out of women's business leclerc
charles_leclerc: SLANDER
user36: i mean they seem to have the same sense of humour
user37: not to sound insane but they are perfect for each other and i will be passing away if they are not together
pierregasly: interesting
danielricciardo: add it to the folder
charles_leclerc: folder ???
maxverstappen1: leave us journalists be
charles_leclerc: can you even read?
yourusername: GET HER JADE
maxverstappen1: add that as well
charles_leclerc: why can't we win?
user38: what is going on in the house of commons
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charles_leclerc: i don't believe in soft launches
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user39: we been knew... but OMG PARENTS
user40: i am crying they're so hot
yourusername: hawt bf obtained
charles_leclerc: sexy gf in my inventory
yourusername: you're such a cute patootie
charles_leclerc: i cannot speak my mind or instagram will censor me
yourusername: ...oop hurry up and come back :(
charles_leclerc: about to break all US speeding laws xoxo
yourusername: not you in your charli xcx era
user41: he's with her ... in the US ... could we get y/n paddock debut in vegas ???
user42: would only be right i fear
user43: the scheduling just about makes sense before she has to go back to opening for taylor in south america
user44: now why did vegas not get in their bag and get y/n to perform at the opening ceremony?
pierregasly: way to ruin the investigation
danielricciardo: yeah we were in our sherlock holmes era
maxverstappen1: have to spoil everything don't you charles đ¤¨
charles_leclerc: i thought you guys wanted to know who my girlfriend is?
alexalbon: yes, but we wanted to expose it :(
yourusername: CORNY
pierregasly: oh no. he has someone on his side now
yourusername: damn right frenchie. i can hear your asshole twitching from here
pierregasly: WHAT ???
charles_leclerc: idk what that means but YEAH PIERRE TAKE THAT
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charles_leclerc: gutted not to be on the top step but an overall great weekend in vegas. glad to have y/n by my side this weekend before she's off again to slay the stage xx
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user48: charles unironically using the word slay, the girlfriend effect knows no bounds
user49: the sky camera zooming in on y/n watching the podium
user50: i think we watched her fall in love in real time
user51: i mean look at the material... podium charles hits so different i think I FELL IN LOVE
yourusername: you're a winner to me babe
charles_leclerc: and that's all that matters
yourusername: NOPE STAY HUNGRY GET THEM POINTS AND DESTROY THE REST OF THE FIELD
charles_leclerc: okay :)
yourusername: good boy
pierregasly: never say that in public again
maxverstappen1: is this why he's blushing so much in the press conference?
charles_leclerc: NO. NO REASON
yourusername: you sure?
charles_leclerc: i am the unluckiest driver ever and am screwed over at every turn sue me if i like a lil praise
user52: charles is so real for that i also want y/n to tell me i'm doing a good job
alexalbon: enough time has passed. @yourusername can lily get some extra tickets for the eras tour
yourusername: of course. anything for my new bestie
lilymunhe: thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuu. charles you have amazing taste
charles_leclerc: i know :)
yourusername: i mean i got you, so who's the real winner here?
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yourusername: my leg of the eras tour has come to an end :( this was such an insane opportunity, thank you so much taylor xx but this also means i can go annoy charlie until he has to go back to work !!
one last nonsense outro:
i met this lovely boy named charlie,
he races round the world for ferrari,
giving it to me everyday like ari
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user53: i think y/n might actually be winning in life
user54: is she referencing everyday by ariana grande which is literally just a song about having constant sex?
yourusername: yes and what about it? f1 drivers have great stamina
arthurleclerc: DELETE ASAP
yourusername: no can do baby leclerc
user55: fave outro for real
charles_leclerc: i am blushing !!
pierregasly: she just told millions of people all you do is fuck and now you're blushing ???
yourusername: i don't think mr doggy emoji is talking right now
charles_leclerc: at least y/n did it in an artful way
pierregasly: believe me i know YOU WON'T STOP SINGING IT DOWN THE PHONE YOU MENACE
yourusername: you sing my songs :) ?
carlossainz55: ALL THE TIME
yourusername: i don't like your tone mr đ¤¨
charles_leclerc: i am just showing my love :(
yourusername: @pierregasly @carlossainz55 you made him sad APOLOGIZE IMMEDIATELY
pierregasly: sorry?
carlossainz55: sorry i guess?
charles_leclerc: thank you :) i shall continue to sing to my heart's content
yourusername: good.
taylorswift: you were amazing !! i'll see you soon my love xx
yourusername: i'm hearing double date ??
taylorswift: i'm sure that can be arranged
charles_leclerc: OMG
user56: charles and travis are really the top tier himbo bfs and i love them for that
fin.
note: i really loved writing this so i hope this was everything you imagined and more!! i'm just getting into sabrina's music but i was a girl meets world stan so... i hope i did the nonsense outro justice xxx
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Do you think authors sometimes don't realize how their, uh, interests creep into their writing? I'm talking about stuff like Robert Jordan's obvious femdom kink, or Anne Rice's preoccupation with inc*st and p*dophilia. Did their editors ever gently ask them if they've ever actually read what they've written?
Firstly, a reminder: This is not tiktok and we just say the words incest and pedophilia here.
Secondly, I don't know if I would call them 'interests' so much as fixations or even concerns. There are monstrous things that people think about, and I think writing is a place to engage with those monstrous things. It doesn't bother me that people engage with those things. I exist somewhere within the whump scale, and I would hope no one would think less of me just because sooner or later I like to rough a good character up a bit, you know? It's fun to torture characters, as a treat!
But, anyway, assuming this question isn't, "Do writers know they're gross when I think they are gross" which I'm going to take the kind road and assume it isn't, but is instead, "Do you think authors are aware of the things they constantly come back to?"
Sometimes. It can be jarring to read your own writing and realize that there are things you CLEARLY are preoccupied with. (mm, I like that word more than concerns). There are things you think about over and over, your run your mind over them and they keep working their way back in. I think this is true of most authors, when you read enough of them. Where you almost want to ask, "So...what's up with that?" or sometimes I read enough of someone's work that I have a PRETTY good idea what's up with that.
I've never read Robert Jordan and I don't intend to start (I think it would bore me this is not a moral stance) and I've really never read Rice's erotica. In erotica especially I think you have all the right in the world to get fucking weird about it! But so, when I was young I read the whole Vampire Chronicles series. I don't remember it perfectly, but there's plenty in it to reveal VERY plainly that Anne Rice has issues with God but deeply believes in God, and Anne Rice has a preoccupation with the idea of what should stay dead, and what it means to become. So, when i found out her daughter died at the age of six, before Rice wrote all of this, and she grew up very very Catholic' I said, 'yeah, that fucking checks out'.
Was Rice herself aware of how those things formed her writing? I think at a certain point probably yes. The character of Claudia is in every way too on the nose for her not to have SOME idea unless she was REAL REAL dense about her own inner workings. But, sometimes I know where something I write about comes from, that doesn't mean I'm interested in sharing it with the class. I would never ever fucking say, 'The reasons I seem to write so much of x as y is that z happened to me years ago' ahaha FUCK THAT NOISE. NYET. RIDE ON, COWBOY.
But I've known some people in fandom works who clearly have something going on and don't seem to realize it. Or they're very good at hiding it. Based on the people I'm talking about I would say it's more a lack of self-knowledge, and I don't even mean that unkindly. I have, in many ways, taken myself down to the studs and rebuilt it all, so I unfortunately am very aware of why I do and write the things I do most of the time. It's extremely annoying not to be able to blame something. I imagine it must be very freeing. But it ain't me, babe.
Anyway, a lot of words to say: Maybe! But that might not stop them from writing it, it might be a useful thing for them to engage with, and you can always just not read it.
Also, we don't censor words here.
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Petty Jealousy âŁ
Tav's companions cannot fathom them potentially having other friends. ⼠Astarion/reader, Astarion/Tav, but also Companions/reader. I'm a Tavrem supremacist. ⼠Contains my own personal headcanon for why the companions call them "Tav" instead of their first name, which is justification for me loopholing the eternal problem of xreader writers having to wince when they use "F/N" or "Y/N". ⼠They/them pronouns for Tav/reader!
âLook,â Astarion hisses, âlook at that!âÂ
5 pairs of eyes land on the offender of the night (which, to their surprise, isnât Astarion) who conversed pleasantly with the leader of their party. A half-elf with a sharp jaw, proud brow, and mirthful eyes looks extraordinarily ordinary compared to their merry band of freaks.Â
âWho is that, again?â Shadowheart asks absently. âTav suggested I rest for today instead of mapping out the Underdark with the party, and the next thing I know, theyâve brought back another little companion.âÂ
Astarionâs jaw twitches. He snaps out, âCompanion or complication?â
Gale crosses his arms, shrugging, used to Astarionâs temper running hot then cold. âHis name is Nilmorn - a luthier. Tav took an interest in his wares. He makes a living selling stringed instruments in the Underdark. Strange place to sell such things.âÂ
Ugh. Astarion sighs, shaking his head. Leave it to Gale to traipse over the obvious. A sharpened mind like his would surely know that this Nilmorn has no place here, if not to be a bloodbag for him to slurp on. Beyond that, what use does this pretty boy have? Nilmorn sells wares that are utterly useless to them. Heâs quite boring and one-dimensional, too, a character that strays too much into the side of âmoral goodâ for Astarion to tolerate.Â
 âYes, yes, Gale, but have you considered how strange it is that he has invited himself to our camp?â Astarion flares out his hand towards the wizard, as if handing him common sense on his palm.Â
âI,â Gale begins, blinking his wet, beautiful brown eyes at Astarion, âinvited myself to this journey, Astarion. I am quite hurt you forgot. I thought what we had was special!âÂ
âYes, but youâre weird!â Astarion exclaims. âYouâre a freak with a bomb in your body because of your situationship with Mystra! That,â Astarion points an accusatory finger in the direction of Nilmorn, in which 5 pairs of eyes look at him again, âis someone so unbelievably normal he doesnât even have any, anyâŚâ He gestures, articulates with his hands to placate his words.Â
âNo dubious motives?â Shadowheart offers, a smirk coyly playing on her lips.Â
âNo complicated backstory?â Wyll pipes in. Astarionâs eyes flicker to him, and irritation seeps into his skin when he finds Wyll smiling wryly, as if the warlock is in on some joke he is not picking up on. âNo, I donât know, god that has let him down in some way, shape, or form?âÂ
âCertainly no skills for fighting.â Laeâzel, thank the gods for Laeâzel. Her smooth voice hides none of her displeasure, and those sharp, slitted eyes stare across the fire to dig daggers into Nilmornâs back. âUseless. We have no need for string-ed instruments. Let Tav pick one, and send this half-elf on his way.âÂ
Yes. Yes. Astarion nods eagerly.
âHmmm. I almost envy his mundaneity,â Karlach adds, âbut I mean, heâs not that bad, Astari. Manâs just trying to make the world a better place, one string at a time.âÂ
Astarion almost throws up. He looks to the other companions helplessly. âDarlings. Please tell me you are not going to let Karlach get away with saying something so putridly motivational.âÂ
Karlach tosses her head back and cackles, much to Astarion's chagrin.
âSomething is obviously bothering you,â Shadowheart states bluntly. Her green eyes watch his expression carefully in the firelight; she finds something there, but does not say it outright. With an exhale through her nose, as if it is painful for her to attempt a conversation with him, Shadowheart decides to throw him a bone: âAre you jealous?âÂ
He does not catch the bone. The bone slams right into his head as he stares at Shadowheart, slack-jawed and scandalized. Him? Jealous? âYou must be joking.â
âAw,â Shadowheart croons, another one of her insufferable smirks toying on her lips, âyou are.âÂ
If he had mindflayer powers beyond reading her reprehensible surface-level thoughts, he would make Shadowheartâs head explode. Or something.Â
He must establish his dignity in the group once more. He cannot handle more of this, especially not with Wyll grinning so wide, not self-aware enough that if he did not have a sexy demon controlling his life because he didnât read the terms of conditions of a motherfucking contract, Astarion would bully him more.
âThat is not the point here. Look,â he says. âI am just saying that our Tav is desirable in every way. Physically, we can all agree that Tav is attractive. Yes?âÂ
Yes. They all nod their heads.Â
âTav is a little strange, but they are our leader, and they got us this far somehow. Who knew caring about other people could go a long way.âÂ
Yes. They all nod their heads, except Wyll and Karlach, who look amongst the group with sheer disappointment on their faces. âGods,â Karlach groans into her hand, âweâ we need to unpack that later, gang. Thatâs just really sad.âÂ
âLastly, Tav is strong. Strong enough to split apart the mountains and the sky, I imagine.â Strong enough to bury Cazador into the ground, hopefully. âStrong enough to face a god unwaveringly. Strong enough to persevere. Strong enough to be kind, despite everything. Despite what they think, they are charismatic, and they are the entire package. The only person who does not know of their value is Tav themselves.âÂ
They watch Tavâs lips quirk into a smile as Nilmorn holds a lyre out for them upon his smooth hands. Smooth, no sign of scars, no sign of complications. Just so unbearably mundane. Unbearably good. Unbearably kind.Â
Unbearably unaware of their true nature.
Nilmorn does not know why they nicknamed them Tav, despite their name being [F/N]. Their unstoppable quench to loot everything and anything set back their timeline by weeks, no doubt. Reaching into barrels, reaching into the pockets of bandits, reaching into damn silk cocoons, reaching into whatever their curious little hands can salvage. It annoyed Astarion at first, but then Tav would find all of these weapons and armors and foods and coins and books. Normalcies and luxuries that made camp life feel less of a drab and more exciting.Â
The gleaming, golden dagger at his side? They found it. The boots, the armor, the enchanted rings and necklaces they either found, bartered, or killed for their companions. Thus - Tav, short for tavara, the word meaning wares and merchandise; a clever little nickname Gale came up for their leader who is too good for all of them combined.Â
âAny other party could whisk them away, you know,â Astarion says. âTav could find a party of good, decent people, unlike any of us, without the mess and complication and hurt we cause them, and leave. Remember, my dears. It is not us who is irreplaceable. It is Tav.âÂ
How long would Tav tolerate him? Not long, he thinks. Long enough until he has expended his use for them, surely, but not forever. That's why anyone who wants Tav beyond sex or strength is a threat. If he hadnât seduced his way into their heart, he wouldnât be here where he stands, with a group of people who make him feel a little less alone.Â
No doubt he would be in a cage on the back of a covered wagon that belongs to that disgusting gyr, Gandrel, his chain to Cazador growing shorter and shorter.
Silence. Tense and still. They watch as Tav laughs lightly, eyes alighting with amusement as Nilmorn cracks another joke.Â
"You should meet my other companions," they hear Nilmorn offer, "I just know they would love to have you."
Revelation slams into each and every one of them like a magic missile.
âHeâs not that funny,â Shadowheart mutters. She bends down, hands gripping tightly around the handle of her mace. âI donât know why they are laughing that hard.â
âHe can try to leave with his head on his shoulders,â snarls Laeâzel, âjust say the word, Astarion.âÂ
Excellent.Â
âWhat-â Wyll turns to Gale and Karlach. âWe should stop them, shouldnât we? There are no implications of this man trying to steal Tav away, he's just being nice, you worthless cunts! This is not fair to him!âÂ
âWeâre in the Underdark, arenât we? Super deep. Doubt anyone who cares for him will come looking for him.âÂ
âKarlach!âÂ
âAstute observation! To make this all a little easier on us, I can most certainly put this man to sleep.âÂ
âGale?!âÂ
âGo on, Laeâzel,â Astarion grins wickedly, âattack!â
âOh, hells,â Wyll stumbles back, then turns quickly to the other direction towards Halsin. âHalsin! Halsin - theyâre trying to murder someone again!âÂ
⼠Additional links: kofi | ao3
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion x reader#astarion x you#gale x reader#gale x you#shadowheart x reader#shadowheart x you#lae'zel x reader#lae'zel x you#karlach x reader#karlach x you#bg3 x reader#bg3 x you#baldur's gate 3 x reader#baldur's gate 3 x you#poor nilmorn. just wanted to sell his lil instruments. dies because he smiles too prettily
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Are You Bored Yet?
Pairing: College!Bucky x Tutor!Reader
Summary: God, you hated Bucky. Bucky probably hated you, too. Maybe. It was hard to tell when he was drunk and calling you pretty at a party you shouldn't have gone to.
Word count: 8k
Warnings: Alcohol, annoyance to lovers, a bit of angst, a scary man in a parking lot, frat!bucky c:
a/n:âââ I am so excited to finally post something!! It only took me four months đ
If you enjoy it please please let me know â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Masterlist
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12:59 pm.
The birchwood table nestled in the back of the library was long but otherwise empty, the only thing occupying it being your laptop and quite a few books. He wasnât late. Yet. You werenât going to hold onto that hope, however.
Tutoring Bucky Barnes was not what you had in mind when you volunteered for the peer assistance program at your university. It was true you were only using the club to boost your resume, but you had assumed the only people reaching out for help would be those that actually wanted it. Unfortunately, that was not the case.Â
Sure, Bucky wanted help. Just not with anything that actually warranted the word. He wanted help sweet talking the cops so they wouldn't shut down his parties. He wanted help recruiting girls to show up to his parties. Andâthe one thing you could actually doâhe wanted help passing his classes with the minimum GPA required to not get kicked out of his frat. So he could continue to throw parties.Â
Everything in his life revolved around his fraternity, which made you very important to him. When he wanted you to be.Â
With your apparently astounding knowledge of biology (you took notes during lectures), you became the star in Buckyâs life every Monday and Wednesday from 1:00 pm (give or take ten minutes) to 2:00 pm. He was also very attentive during the thirty minute phone calls he initiated prior to tests, and always looked happy to see you when he passed you devouring a bagel at the crack of dawn in the dining hall.Â
Every situation in which you had come in contact with Bucky was isolated and purposeful (minus the bagel). You didnât hang out or invite each other places, and you were almost positive that if you were to see him in his natural habitat, you would want to tutor him even less than you did now, and that was saying something. So you were important to Bucky during the times you were supposed to be important, and he was important to you in the sense that he was a job.Â
But as your laptop blinked the numbers 1:22 pm back at your unimpressed expression, Bucky became much less important today. You took in a long, tortured breath before sending your gaze up to the ceiling, giving it another three minutes before you truly gave up on him for the day.Â
One minute.Â
Two minutes.Â
The library really needed new ceiling tiles.Â
1:25 pm and you snapped your laptop shut. Your fingers itched to send yet another complaint about this whole ordeal Natashaâs way, but you stopped yourself. She had already heard plenty about Barnes at this point, plus she always gave you a weird look every time you came stomping into the apartment, grumbling about something else he had done.Â
You hated her weird looks, all raised eyebrows and stiff lips.
With your backpack heaved onto the table and your things slowly funneling in, you figured a nap was the best reward for sitting in the library for an unnecessary twenty-five minutes. Your last prickle of irritation was stifled at the prospect of a warm bed as you stood, only to find that irritation had returned to you tenfold. In the form of Bucky Barnes.Â
âYou going somewhere?â he seemed to taunt, his bag slung casually over one shoulder.Â
Your jaw ticked. âHome.âÂ
His mouth turned up at one side, an expression you had learned meant he found you amusing. He never seemed to outright laugh at your annoyance, but apparently, it was hard to tamp down all of the joy he got out of it. Bucky took two long strides to meet the table you were attempting to abandon.Â
âBut I still got aboutââ he checked his watch ââthirty-three minutes? And an arsenal of questions about amino acids. Help a guy out.âÂ
âAnd I still gotââ you checked the nonexistent watch on your wrist ââno patience for this today. Youâre over twenty minutes late, Barnes. Use that watch to set an alarm on Wednesday and Iâll tell you everything youâll inevitably forget about amino acids then.âÂ
He groaned, rounding the table to set firm hands on your shoulders as he hovered behind you. âSit. Iâll buy you a coffee and I promise I wonât be late on Wednesday, okay? I was dealing with something before this and lost track of time.âÂ
âWere you dealing with another sorority girl in your bed? Who was it last week? Amber? No, Michelle?âÂ
âItâs a Monday, y/n. Cut me some slack.âÂ
âYou came to me on a Wednesday with a hangover,â you deadpanned.
Bucky grimaced, the expression visible to you as he managed to guide you back into your chair. âOat milk, right? A double?âÂ
You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as he tossed his bag by your feet and jogged over to the coffee cart just outside the library. He fumbled with his wallet when he went to pay, and you watched him point to the carton of oat milk the barista had yet to reach for. His greek letters were printed on the gray hoodie he had haphazardly thrown over his shoulders, and you held the reprimand on your tongue when you saw the matching sweatpants he donned.Â
The last time he had shown up in his pajamasâlateâyouâd had some choice words for him. Bucky turned around with your coffee then, poking the straw through the lid and sending you a sheepish smile through the window.Â
He was lucky you accepted bribes.Â
~~
âPlease,â the boy across from you continued to beg, a pen held loosely between pliant fingers. âJust ask her, thatâs all I want. You can even come too.âÂ
âOh, wow, the great frat president letting me come to his stupid toga party? How could I ever thank you enough?âÂ
It was Wednesday now, and Bucky was surprisingly on time to the tutoring session. Youâd gotten through about half of the last bio lecture before he started asking you ridiculous questions that had nothing to do with the content. Today, he was dead set on getting your lab partner from chemistry to go to his party this weekend.Â
âOkay, yeah, you could come to whatever party you want, you know? I put you on the listâbut this one will be even better if youâd just do this one thing for me.âÂ
You finally tore your eyes from your laptop, glancing lazily at him. âAnd what would make this one soâwait, what list?âÂ
He waved you off. âThe one at the door. Did it like⌠the second week we started this? Anyways, Wanda?âÂ
You let this new information settle and tried to ignore whatever implications came with being on some frat list thanks to Bucky. He had never explicitly invited you to any of his parties over the past few months and you had never asked to come. Apparently, you could have shown up whenever you wanted to and had a grand old time.Â
Not that that sounded the least bit grand.Â
Bucky was looking at you still, all pleading features and a soft, infuriating smile on his lips. When he wasnât talking to random girls in the library or taking annoying phone calls in the middle of your sessions, he was sort of endearing. In a terrible, awful sense.Â
You groaned, throwing yourself back against your chair in begrudging defeat. âI donât even talk to her outside of chem. Donât you think itâd be a little weird to invite her to a party that Iâm not even going to?âÂ
âSo come,â he answered simply, as if that was in the realm of possibilities.Â
âYeah,â you scoffed. âSure, Iâll come to your party, Barnes.âÂ
âGreat,â he grinned. âVisionâs gonna be so hyped.âÂ
You watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket and kept your lie to yourself. He wouldnât notice that you didnât show up on Friday, and likely wouldnât even bring it up the following Monday. He always had such vibrant, headache-inducing stories that you were sure your absence would be nothing more than a fleeting footnote.Â
âYou have a toga, right?â he mumbled, face still screwed up in concentration as he continued his text.Â
âIsnât it just a sheet all twisted up?â you asked, shutting your computer. Tutoring was obviously over.Â
Bucky pocketed his phone again, brows raised in amusement. âDepends on your motives for the night.âÂ
âAnd my motives wouldnât be to⌠wear a toga?âÂ
He chuckled and huffed out your name, resting an arm along the back of the chair to his rightâyour chair. âOther motives. Like if youâre trying to get someoneâs attention.âÂ
You blinked at the warmth along your back. âOh, of course. Then I would twist up a pillowcase instead, right?â
âSomething like that.âÂ
He smelled like coconut. Like a day at the beach but afterwards, when the sunscreen still lingered in the air but fresh clothes covered skin that had been warmed by the sun. You could usually ignore whatever expensive combination he had on his skin, but when he got close like this it was almost impossible.Â
Part of you always wanted to chuck his arm away when he leaned over you, but another part of you liked that he kept it there. It was a strange part of you, the same one that relished the looks you got from sorority girls in the library and harbored a sense of pride each time he made a blatant attempt to touch you.Â
You had spent fleeting moments analyzing these emotions and chalked them up to some internalized desire for validation. Nothing else. Bucky was a hot guy and everyone knew that, so having his attentionâin any capacityâfelt nice. Sometimes. Meaning right now it was nice that he was looking at you with his arm practically glued to your back, but next week when he showed up late with a hangover and tried to steal the jacket off your body it would be not so nice.Â
The duality of man.Â
It helped your partial insanity that Bucky would never actually be interested in you. You werenât in a sorority or interested to his parentâs money, and, worst of all, you didnât know how to maneuver a sheet into a toga. When he put his arm around you or moved your hair from your eyes as you leaned over a book, it was probably out of habit. It felt nice, but you knew reality. This was a passing phase, and by the summer you wouldnât even speak to him anymore.
âIâll text you more info about everything,â Bucky called, pulling you from your thoughts. âYou can come early and Iâll help you with that pillowcase.âÂ
You froze, the book you were shoving into your bag pausing in your hands. âUh, maybe.âÂ
âNo, seriously, itâd be better if you came early. I was kidding about the pillowcase but if you come on time itâll be too crazy for me to show you around.âÂ
âYou donât have to show me around, Bucky. Iâve been to a house party before.âÂ
âY/n, are you not coming to this thing?â Bucky accused, swiping the book from your hands and softly tossing it on the table. It still made a loud thud that had a few bitter looks thrown your way.Â
âDude!â you whispered, meeting each mean gaze with your apologetic one. âWhy does it matter if I come? You just wanted Wanda anyway.âÂ
He knocked your hand away when you went to reach for the book again, encircling your wrist with his fingers. âYou just lied to me. Straight to my face. You said youâd come and now you gotta.âÂ
You gave his fingers an experimental tug, but he was unrelenting in his soft grip. You glared at him through your lashes, meeting his uncharacteristically stern gaze that contrasted the humor on his lips.Â
âYou ever hear of sarcasm?â you whispered with a half-hearted bite.Â
âUnfortunately, thatâs about all I hear outta you,â he smirked back.Â
You rolled your eyes, finally yanking hard enough to free yourself from him. âThen you should have known I wasnât going to come. No matter what âlistâ you put me on.âÂ
âWhat else could you possibly have going on on a Friday night?âÂ
Ouch. You felt your brows furrow even though you didnât will them to, and even worse, you felt a rash defensiveness lodge itself in your throat. You hated the heat that now prickled along the skin of your neck, and you hated even more how it extinguished all of the good warmth you had felt from him earlier.Â
This was humiliation, surelyâthe kind that only came from feeling small.Â
âYou donât have to be a dick,â you seethed, snapping up the remainder of your belongings. âJust because I donât want to go to your stupid frat doesn't mean I have nothing to do. I donât spend all of my time hoping to get invited to ridiculous parties.âÂ
Bucky shifted up in his seat, eyes blown just a fraction wider. âWhoa, I didnât meanâhey, stop a sec, I didnât mean it like that.âÂ
âWhatever, Bucky,â you droned, as a new temperature seeped into the skin of your palms and made them clammy. Any semblance of delusion youâd fallen into earlier was long gone now, but you knew to expect that. He wasnât interested in you and you werenât interested in him. But embarrassment wasnât a good feeling, regardless of a multitude of reality checks.Â
Bucky got up when you did, his clothes looking creased and lived in. âWe still have time in our session,â he defended, arm jutting out to the table. âCâmon, I didnât mean you donât have friends.âÂ
Your glare sharpened. âGreat, another insinuation.âÂ
Bucky sputtered out incoherent words as you continued your trek outside, resorting to grabbing your wrist again, this time with more urgency. You felt the heat in you simmer down to a dull throb as he made contact, mostly out of respect for your future self. If you made this a huge deal it would only embarrass you more.Â
âLook, it doesnât even matter, okay?â you huffed, but he just tugged you forward. It was then that you realized you were in the doorway of the library, effectively blocking it off from anyone trying to leave. Bucky pulled you close enough to his chest that you werenât in the way anymore. His cologne was back with a vengeance, your nose just inches from his collar. Â
You took a steadying breath, blinking away the remnants of shame. âIt doesnât matter, I overreacted.âÂ
He clicked his tongue. âIâm still apologizing. I didnât mean any of that stuff you were talking about.âÂ
Of course he did. You were sure he thought it all the time. He just didnât mean to say it out loud.Â
âItâs fine,â you rushed. âI have to go, anyway. Office hours.âÂ
âOkay,â he nodded, soft and low, like he just remembered he was in a library. âYouâll still come this weekend, right? Even if Wanda canât?âÂ
âYou have some kind of girl quota you need to meet?â you pressed.
Bucky smiled, still so close to you that you could feel the small breath that accompanied the expression. âAnd sheâs back.âÂ
You left without promising anything, and Bucky left feeling like you had.Â
~~
Sometime between Wednesday and Friday, your detestment for frat parties had snowballed into determination. You were going to go and you were going to look like you were having so much fun it was ridiculous. Then, on Monday, when Bucky would usually poke and prod about what youâd gotten up to over the past few days, you were going to pretend that it was nothing for you. That you did that every weekend.Â
Of course, you didnât. Your weekends typically consisted of calm nights with friends or dinners near campus. Youâd been to a party before, sure, but you didnât exactly frequent those kinds of scenes.Â
Bucky had continued to make it clear that you were invited. He had texted you a few times, prompting you to come and thanking you for getting Wanda to agree. The messages looked strange under the plethora of biology related questions, but that just spurred you further into action. You werenât just a tutor with no social life, and Bucky was going to see that tonight. You couldnât remember doing something out of pure spite before, but you figured having fun to prove a point wasnât the worst thing.Â
Wanda pulled you out of your thoughts as the Uber rounded the last dark corner and revealed an overcrowded house with too many lights on. She rambled on about some guy she couldnât wait to see and confirmed that she would likely be spending the night. You expected as much; it hadnât taken much convincing to get her to come. If this night resulted in anything good it was apparently the blossoming relationship between your new friend and a man youâd never met.Â
Wanda continued to chat as she yanked you out of the car and past the yard littered with sparse grass. The music was loud alreadyâthe type of loud that you needed to be at least a little drunk to enjoy. And that was the plan.Â
âOkay, if I start dancing on a table you pull me down. And if you start dancing on a table I support you, right?â Wanda giggled, her voice now raised as you walked past the threshold of the house.Â
âExactly,â you yelled back. A guy nodded to you as he leaned against the front door, his eyes glancing up from his phone and then returning. It seemed Buckyâs âlistâ was a page on some guyâs notes app. How luxurious. âLetâs drink.âÂ
The next hour was a blur. You tried your hardest to get as drunk as possible and Wanda tried her hardest to find the British man she was enamored with. You hadnât seen Bucky, but you figured he wasnât looking for you too hard since you hadnât responded to any of his texts. Not out of anger, but because you didnât know what to say. Somehow, with alcohol warming your blood and music vibrating your skin, none of that mattered anymore.Â
You: Your house is soooo dirty
Your phone jostled in your grip, people bumping into you from every side. When he didnât answer in the thirty seconds you spent staring at the screen, you locked it and continued on with your mission.Â
After a few too many shots of hard liquor, you switched to beer. Gross, but decidedly less likely to make you pass out on the staircase of this house. Because you werenât lying in your textâit was slightly disgusting. You figured you should clarify that with Bucky. You reached for your phone once again, knocking your head against the wall in the process and giggling to yourself. You had no idea where Wanda went.Â
The device was snatched from your hands just as quickly as the screen had lit up your face.Â
âYou ever answer this thing?â an accusing voice called out. âOr do you just insult people and put it on do not disturb?âÂ
The look on Buckyâs face would have made you roll your eyes in any other circumstance. Right now, however, it had a startled laugh bursting past your lips. You clutched at your stomach as the laugh grew and you found yourself tipping forward until your forehead met his chest. You felt delirious, almost silly. A hand came around to rest on the back of your neck.
âAlright, alright.â Buckyâs words rumbled against your face. âI get it, this is hilarious.âÂ
âYour⌠your face,â you breathed out, catching your breath enough to part from him. âIt was allââ you mimicked the straight line of his eyebrows, voice raising in a mocking tone. ââYou donât ever answer your phone. Youâre so boring, y/n, answer your phone.âÂ
âI didnât call you boring. Heyâhey,â Bucky stressed, reaching for you as you leaned too far to the side, a smile still lingering on your face. âJesus, y/n, how much did you have to drink?âÂ
You went to mock him again, but his fingers on your jaw stopped you. He tilted your head up and to the left, and although he was much more composed than you were, you could still smell the alcohol on his breath. You scrunched up your nose as he continued his inspection.Â
âWhyâre you being so uptight?â you slurred, trying and failing to push away from him. âI thought you were all like, âIâm Bucky and I party and get drunk and have sex with girls.ââ
Bucky pulled you forward as you laughed at your impression of him, his shaking head making you blink away a bout of dizziness. You toppled over a set of stairs as he threaded his fingers through yours, and then you stumbled through a doorway and onto carpeted floors. Being pressed into an uncomfortable chair was the most jarring action, the world still spinning as you sat.Â
âYouâre even more mean when you're drunk,â you heard Bucky mumble. You couldnât quite catch him as he moved around whatever room you were in. âAnd I donât talk like that.âÂ
You let out a careless sigh and leaned back. âYou soooo talk like that.âÂ
Something cold pressed to your hand, followed by another touch to the back of your neck. You gazed down at the water bottle being guided up to your lips and couldnât find it in you to fight against it, despite the small spark of defiance on the tip of your tongue. After about four large swallows, Bucky was satisfied.Â
He asked again how much youâd had to drink.Â
You answered that you didnât knowâthat it didnât matter because he wasnât your dad and you were having fun like you always did. He bit the inside of his cheek and didnât say anything for the next few moments.Â
And then, âThought you werenât gonna come tonight.âÂ
You hummed, rolling your head against the chair to look up at his standing form. âOf course I was going to come. I love parties. Love drinking alcohol.âÂ
His expression twisted into something you couldnât recognize. âGod, youâre so drunk.âÂ
âMânot even that drunk!âÂ
âYouâre willingly in my room right now. Youâre plastered.âÂ
âMaybe I want to be in your room.âÂ
âWe both know thatâs not true.âÂ
You chuckled breathily, closing your eyes so you wouldnât have to see the pretty flush of Buckyâs face. âYou think you know everything, donât you? Donât know much about me though. Or biology.âÂ
Bucky kneeled down to the height of the chair. âAnd what do I not know about you?âÂ
âSo much.âÂ
âHow much?âÂ
You bit into your lip and cracked an eye open, catching the amusement that had slipped past the strange mask of his emotions. With blissful ignorance, you heaved yourself forward on the chair, your nose a few inches from Buckyâs. His eyes didnât waver from yours as you swayed.Â
âYou donât know that Iâm the most interesting person on Earth,â you boasted, fingers gripping the upholstery of your seat.Â
âThat right?â Bucky probed, his voice a melodic hum.Â
âYup, Iâm always really busy and even though you think Iâm some boring biology tutor Iâm actually super cool and, like, go to raves and stuff.âÂ
His brow twitched but his mouth stayed soft. âIâve never said you were boring. And I donât think youâve ever been to a rave.âÂ
You groaned loudly and flopped against the backrest of the chair. âSee! Iâm telling you I do all this cool stuff and Iâm so drunk my fingers are buzzing and you still donât believe me.âÂ
You crossed your arms with a huff, a small pout forming on your lips. In any other context, this behavior would probably embarrass you to no end. In the dim light of Buckyâs room where you felt the feeling leave your fingers and the care leave your mind, you were just disgruntled, not embarrassed. If you remembered this tomorrow the latter would surely catch up to you.
Bucky stared at you from his spot on the ground, his gaze a bit foggy and unfocused. He was clearly intoxicated, as you deduced earlier, and it made him look more wild. Mused hair and pink cheeks, he looked like heâd been having plenty of fun before he found you. It was distracting. He was distracting you from proving that you were having a blast.
âWhat?â you snapped, the tone a testament to the drunken fit you were throwing.Â
âYouâre so fucking pretty.âÂ
He must be really, really drunk. Despite your clouded mind, you knew that, but the words affected you just the same. Your lips parted as a new lightness both lit up and compressed your chest, and Bucky watched the movement.Â
âYeah,â you scoffed, but it was hardly a scoff. âSure, Bucky. How much did you have to drinkââÂ
âIâm not lying. Iâve thought about you in my room for weeks and now youâre here and youâre so pretty. Even when youâre yelling at me.âÂ
âYouâve⌠thought about me in your room?âÂ
Bucky shuffled forward and you subconsciously parted your legs to allow the space for him. âI think about you everywhere.âÂ
This was crazy. It was certifiably insane. A voice in the back of your headâNatashaâs voice, it sounded likeâwas screaming at you to stop and think about the situation at hand. He was drunk, you were even more drunk, and he was far too close to you. He had ushered you in here with good intentions and had sobered you up a fraction, but things had taken a turn and this was a sensitive situation. The kind of sensitive that altered your reality and his and probably a bunch of other peopleâs youâd never met.Â
Or it could be nothing and you were over exaggerating.Â
But then Buckyâs hand was warming your thigh. Youâd felt the press of it on your back and your shoulder and your head before, but it had never been on your thigh. It felt heavy there, hot. His other hand moved to touch your face and he propped himself up on one knee. His thumb brushed your cheek. Words tumbled from your mouth before you registered that you were speaking.Â
âAre you going to kiss me?âÂ
Why would you ask that? Who asks Bucky Barnes if heâs going to kiss them?Â
âWould you let me?â he responds.Â
âYes.âÂ
He didnât waste any time, his mouth hot against yours. He tasted like mint and vodka and his lips moved so slowly it ached. You had expected a fervor behind his lips, but instead you got a build up, an orchestra reaching its crescendo. He was kissing you like you were important, like this wasnât some random hookup in his bedroom at 1 oâclock in the morning, and you had to catch your breath when he parted from you.Â
But he moved back in so quickly after your brief respite, and you were eager to give him more. This was crazy, insane. This was the best kiss youâd ever have and also the worst. This was months of staring at his stupid lips when he tried explaining concepts back to you, but this was also weeks of feeling small in his presence. Bucky slid his hand back to press against your hair and you didnât feel small anymore.Â
A loud thud from the hallway interrupted the silence youâd created, and Bucky pulled back, keeping his hands on you as he craned his neck around to stare at the door. He waited a beat, and then two, and then he turned back to you. The moment was gone, but he was still touching you. You werenât sure what you wantedâif you wanted him to kiss you again or run out the doorâbut when he slid his hands from your body and rubbed them down his jeans, it became clear that was not what you wanted.Â
A knot formed in your stomach when he met your gaze again, and you tried blinking the feeling away. It didnât work.Â
âUm,â Bucky began, his voice sounding more clear, his tone not holding the weight it had.
Your plan had backfired. Severely. This was a mess and you needed to save yourself before you ended this night even more humiliated.
You were still drunk. Pretend you were still plastered.Â
You giggled airily, the sound burning your throat. âThat was loud.âÂ
Bucky blinked at you in what you assumed was disbelief. âProbably just someone trying to find the bathroom,â he clarified.
You shrugged, nudging him back with your knee as you stood from the chair. âIâm bored now.â You took fast steps to the door, your words foreign to you. âThanks for the water,â you all but gritted out.Â
You expected him to get up. Not to run after you or proclaim his love or even say anything. But you expected him to get up.Â
He didnât, and you couldnât understand how the knot in your stomach had moved to your throat. Or how it made tears spring to your eyes when your feet hit the sidewalk outside. Your Uber came and you couldnât understand how you felt hot and cold at the same time. How it was freezing outside but you were sweating.Â
You couldnât understand why you were crying over a boy that so often infuriated you, or why he kissed you in his bedroom. The reasonable side of you sent gentle reminders that he was in a frat and kissing people is just what he did. All the time. But the unreasonable side of you won out tonight, and it was telling you that this felt different.
That you should be different, somehow.
~~
Bucky: Youâre here???
Bucky: Where are you?
Bucky: Y/n answer your damn phone
Bucky: This place is fucking packed tonight I thought you werenât comingÂ
You stared at the text messages you hadnât read last night, the bright light of your phone burning into your retinas. You had a brutal hangover, and the memory of the disaster in Buckyâs room felt like an even bigger one.Â
Youâd gone through a myriad of emotions the night before, tossing around excuses and speeches in your head until you were so exhausted you let the alcohol in your system lull you to sleep. With all of that delirious thinking, youâd landed on blacking out. You were going to tell Bucky you blacked out last night and couldnât remember a thing. He obviously wouldnât care and would probably appreciate it.Â
Saturday was slow-moving. Reruns of television shows and bags of popcorn and overthinking. Natasha was at her parentâs house in the city, so you had no one to bounce your racing thoughts off of. You certainly werenât going to text her about it.Â
When the evening finally rolled around and your attempts at distracting yourself with mind-numbing movies failed, you checked your email. You always tried not to on the weekends, but doing anything else sounded much less appealing.Â
Unfortunately, you didnât get past the first one.Â
From: University Peer Assistance ProgramÂ
Dear Y/n Y/l/n,Â
This is an automated message from the campus peer assistance program. We thank you for your continued devotion to the betterment of students at this school. At this time, your tutoring placement with James Barnes has ended. We will search for a new placement to fill your current hours.Â
Thank you,Â
University Peer AssistanceÂ
You blinked at the email, then blinked again. The breath left your chest and the muscles on your face twitched, but you were otherwise frozen.
This was what you wanted, wasnât it? To be free from the haughty frat boy that didnât even listen to you when you tried to help him raise his grades. You wanted someone nice, someone that had the same goals as you and appreciated the color-coded notes you took for them. Bucky only tried to get a rise out of you. He sat too close and made fun of you and put you on lists you didnât ask to be on.Â
But he had kissed you. He had kissed you and then tutor-dumped you.Â
You knew you werenât his type, but were you really that bad? Was the kiss so terrible?Â
Every inferiority complex you had developed exploded. You over-analyzed things that had already happened, things you had said. Not just at the party, but in the library, the coffee shops, the lecture halls.Â
Was he really willing to risk his position in the frat just to avoid you?Â
The strangle tickle of tears itched to be released from your eyes again, but you pressed it down. No, this wasnât on you. He had kissed you. He had dragged you into his room and stumbled on pretty words. If he didnât want you to tutor him anymore because of his stupid mistake, fine.Â
His mistake.Â
That word felt wrong.Â
You tossed your phone on the couch with vigor. The clock above the television read out 10 pm, but that meant little to you as you slid on your shoes at the front door. You were wearing sweatpants and a jacket that was far too big on you, sadness and frustration and raw confusion propelling you down your apartment stairs.Â
Ice cream would fix this.Â
The only place open at this time was the gas station at the edge of campus. It wasnât university affiliated and was usually overrun with belligerent greek life trying to buy alcohol, but the decision-making part of your brain was currently shut off.Â
Ice cream, anger, probably watching tiktoks until your eyes were too heavy to keep openâthose were the only things rattling in your head.Â
You yanked open the gas station door after your short walk, the glass smudged and fogged from the cold night. The fluorescent lights aggravated the headache youâd been sporting all day and the floor made sticking noises with each step you took. To add insult to injury, there were only three cartons of ice cream left, and they werenât even the good flavors. Grabbing the least offensive one, you made your way to the small line of people by the register.Â
âNice outfit.âÂ
Too enthralled by the disappointing ingredient list on the side of your ice cream, you had missed the tall man now looming at your shoulder. You whipped your head around with a start, taking a step back, smelling menthol and asphalt and nothing good.Â
âThanks,â you quietly replied.Â
He waited until you turned back around to continue. âYou go to school over here?âÂ
You kept your gaze forward. âUm, yeah.âÂ
âNice. I graduated a few years back. Marketing.âÂ
âCool,â you replied. What had compelled you to leave your phone on the couch? This night sucked.Â
You found reprieve in the line moving, the employee calling you over to check out. As soon as you paidâa few dollar bills funneled out of your pocket with shaky handsâyou booked it. Your ice cream burned in your palm but you didnât care, feet carrying you out the door and into the dimly lit parking lot. You fisted your keys in your fingers; pointless, you knew, but a small comfort.Â
The manâs voice returned with the chime of the bell over the gas station door. âWait! Wait, Iâm Beck. I own a business nearby.âÂ
You should have kept walking, but one of your fatal flaws was, apparently, people pleasing. You turned to him. He smiled at you but it made your stomach twist.Â
âOh, nice,â you responded, rocking back on your heels.Â
âWe should connect. Maybe go for coffee or something?â He took a step forward. You fought the urge to take one back. His beard was unkempt and he held a six pack in his white-knuckled grip.Â
âUm, I donât know. Iâm pretty busy with finals coming up. Plus, Iâm not really in the business field.âÂ
âNot for business then,â he smiled again, teeth dull in the streetlight.Â
Just agree. If you agreed you could block him soon after and everything would be fine.Â
You took too long to answer. He took the final step forward to arrive in your space and wrapped his fingers around your bicep. âCâmon, Iâm not asking you to marry me or anything.âÂ
Frozen by fear, you let out a weak laugh. The pint in your hand was sticking to your skin now in a way that would be painful when you tried to let go of it later. Your breath rattled in your chest when you laughed again.Â
âSure, okay.â But he didnât let go of your arm, instead sliding it down to the bone of your wrist.Â
âWhat about now?â he posed. âYou donât look too busy. I can make you something at my place.âÂ
He was at least ten years older than you. You attempted to pull yourself from his grasp to no avail. Maybe reasoning would work.Â
âMy roommate's waiting for me,â you lied. âCould you let go? I sprained my wrist at the gym last week,â you lied again.Â
He refused with a shake of his head. You took a panicked glance inside the gas station to your right. No one was looking.Â
âPlease let go of me.âÂ
The call of your name from the other side of the parking lot initially sent more unbearable fear down your spine. But then the owner of that voice registered in your brain, and although it had been the cause of your recent internal strife, you couldn't be more grateful to hear it.Â
He said your name again, closer now and questioning. Bucky jogged up to the pair of you, saw your wrist and the man holding it hostage, and looked back up at you with confused, wild eyes.Â
âYou know this guy?â he asked, jutting his thumb out at Beck.
âNo,â you whispered. The word was short but the syllable still trembled.Â
Bucky didnât look confused anymore. He looked pissed. âWanna take your fucking hands off her?â
Beck was tall, but Bucky was taller. And angry. Beck released your wrist and raised his hands in a placating gesture. âWhoa, man, no need for the theatrics. Iâm guessing youâre here to stock up for a party? I used to be in Sigma Nu.âÂ
When Buckyâs silent glare failed to dampen, Beck continued with, âWe were just planning a night at my place, right?âÂ
His nod in your direction made your breath catch. Bucky took his piercing gaze off of Beck and softened it as it fell on you. You wanted to respond, but words were gone. They were impossible. Your ice cream was melting.Â
âYeah, I think weâre done here,â Bucky scoffed, placing his arm around your shoulder. He guided you past the wall of a man, making sure to drive his shoulder into his chest as he went. Beck went to say more, to protest or whine, but Bucky shot him such a scathing look it almost made you wither.Â
The smell of coconut and spices and a hint of whisky met your nose, and it was familiar. It was safe. You fumbled with the keys in your hands as your feet guided you wherever Bucky was going, and then you fumbled even more, soft jingling disrupting the softness of footfall. God, why wouldnât you stop shaking?Â
A hand fell atop yours, crunching the keys to a halt. You stared down at them, unsteady breath hitting the tanned fingers that served as your current anchor.Â
âLook at me, y/n.âÂ
You couldnât. You couldnât do anything.Â
âSweetheart, eyes up. All you gotta do.â Buckyâs voice was as soft as it was last night. That was the only reason you were able to follow his request. âThere she is,â he hummed.Â
He removed his arm from your shoulders and shifted in front of you, placing his hand on your cheek. You ignored that it felt the same as it had last night. You ignored that you wanted it to feel the same for him, too.Â
âYou okay?â he asked, tilting his neck down to better see your face. His thumb brushed under your eye. âHe hurt you?âÂ
You shook your head, whispering no, whispering that you were fine.Â
Bucky nodded to himself, eyes tracking down to your toes and then back up again. He must have mistaken your shaking for coldness because the next thing he did was guide you into the car behind him. You didnât know it was his.
He blasted the heat the second he got in. He had shuffled you into your seat with his hands before that, smoothed your hair down and closed the door after you were settled and not shaking as hard. The heat dried out your eyes. It distracted you enough to let words form.Â
âThank you,â you said. âHe wouldnât leave me alone. I didnât bring my phone with me. I shouldâve.âÂ
âOf course.âÂ
There was a beat of silence. The relief you had felt earlier had been muddled down to an awkward pit in your stomach, and you werenât sure if Bucky felt it too or if he was still riding a testosterone-fueled adrenaline high.Â
You wanted to go home now; this was uncomfortable and you had felt Buckyâs lips on yours less than twenty-four hours ago with no closure. He obviously didnât want to be around you. This was probably a responsibility thing for him.Â
âI can��� I can walk home now. The guy left. Iâm just a quarter mile away and you probably have to stock up or whatever.âÂ
He looked at you with a pinched expression. âIâm not letting you walk home after that. You kiddinâ me?âÂ
âIâll be fine, really. I walk over here all the time.âÂ
âYou get harassed all the time too?âÂ
âNoâŚâÂ
âExactly. So youâre not walking home.âÂ
âBuckyââÂ
âLook Iâm not gonna kiss you again, alright? So you donât have to turn down a ride because of that.âÂ
Your ice cream was soup at this point. You let it roll into your lap as you clamped your mouth shut just to open it again. Bucky ran a rough hand through his hair before dropping it on the steering wheel, clutching at it with no place to go.Â
âIâm not following,â you finally relented.Â
A loud sigh released from his nose. âYou donât have to worry about me kissing you again. I just want to make sure you get home safe and then Iâll leave you alone.âÂ
âWorry aboutâyouâre the one trying to avoid me,â you snapped, frozen fingers pointing to your chest. âYou tutor-dumped me.â
âTutor-dumped? How do youâŚâ he trailed off.Â
âI get an email when you make a change request, Bucky.âÂ
He stared at you for a moment, lips parted and unmoving. He clenched his jaw a moment later, a red tint adorning his cheeks.Â
âWell, youâyouâlook, I know you donât like me, y/n. Youâve made that clear,â he stuttered, words getting louder as he moved his hands around with each one. âBut I like you. I like when you get mad at me and when you yell at me for not listening and when you get all embarrassed when I play with your hair. And Iâve been trying to get you to come to one of my parties since we started this whole thing, but every time I talk about them you seem to like me even less.Â
âIf I had known insulting you would get your attention, I woulda done that week one,â he exasperated. You sat up in your seat but he continued. âI didnât mean any of that shit you thought I did. Youâre not boring. And I didnât mean to kiss you, but you lookedâwell, I already told you.âÂ
âSo you donât want me to be your tutor anymore because you like me?â You spoke slowly, each word careful.Â
âNo,â he sighed, frustrated. âI canât be around you because I kissed you and you didnât care. Because Iâll want to kiss you all the time and you didnât even wanna kiss me once. I know we were drunk, I get that, but Iâve wanted that for a long time and I need to move on. Itâs nothing against your⌠tutoring skills. If thatâs what youâre worried aboutâÂ
âBut you talk about hooking up with other girls all the time, Bucky. To me.âÂ
âYou ever hear of lying?â
âWhy would youââÂ
âYou really gonna make me live out all of my failures with you?âÂ
Youâd read so many things wrong. Taken so many things the wrong way. You figured the email earlier was the final nail in the coffin, but this was something else entirely. This was Bucky, sitting next to you in his car looking distressed and frazzled with his hair six different directions, telling you that heâs been trying to get your attention since he met you. That you werenât small or insignificant or boring.Â
It was probably a terrible idea to follow through with your next thought. Youâd probably get hurt in the long run. But you did it anyway.Â
âI wanted you to kiss me.â Buckyâs head whipped towards you. You bit the inside of your cheek and said, âI want you to kiss me all the time.âÂ
He whispered your name. It sounded like the air had left every corner of his body. But he didnât move, and you needed to rectify that.Â
âYouâre infuriating,â you began. Bucky cringed, but you needed to explain as he had. âYouâre like the antithesis of everything I want out of college. You donât care about classes. Youâre always late. You talk too loud in the library.âÂ
You took a deep breath, fiddling with the loose thread of your pants. You couldnât make eye contact with anything but the ground.Â
âBut then you know my coffee order when Iâve never told it to you. You save me from losers in parking lots and make sure Iâm not drunk out of my mind at your obscene party. You make me feel⌠you make me feel stupid sometimes. And I thought it was because youâre everything Iâm not, but I really think itâs because youâre everything I told myself I should stay away from. But I donât want to.
âI wanted you to kiss me at that party and I want you to kiss me now.âÂ
âThen get over here. Iâm not kissing you over some bullshit center console.âÂ
You twisted to follow his directions, gasping as his hands clasped around your waist to tug you into his lap. It wasnât seamlessâthere was laughing and your head briefly connected with the roof of the carâbut Buckyâs touch was everywhere, soothing the uncertainty and fear and slight headache.Â
His forehead connected with yours when you felt secure in his arms. His fingers slid down from your waist over the material of your sweatpants and when he spoke next you felt the words on your own lips.
âYouâre wearing sweatpants. You get so mad when I wear sweatpants.âÂ
You laughed. âI get mad because it usually means you just rolled out of bed, and youâre usually. late.âÂ
âI got a secret,â he whispered, nudging his nose against yours. âIâm never late. And I only wear those sweatpants around you. You get cute when youâre pissed at me.âÂ
âWell, Iâm about to be really cuteââ
He kissed you. Youâd have plenty of time to argue later.
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Prison visit
Hi, my name is Logan. I come from a quite boring family that includes my dad, my mum and my little brother. Unfortunately our family is now somewhat broken, because my dad decided behind our back to steal some money from the company he was working for. It wasn't a small ammount for all I know, so he was locked up and we all had to got to the trial.
We all had to dress up to represent our family. I hated the moment when the judge sentenced my father for several years in prison. All I could think about was the fact that I was the one, who had to take care of our family now. Which meant that I had to leave the army.
Me and my brother skipped the first few visits, because mom said that dad had to get used to being in prison and he didn't want to be seen in a bad mood. But the first visit was quite nice. Maybe except for the attack. Some prisoner bumbed into momand they both fell on the ground. It must have been a mental patient, because he started crying and screaming, that his body was stolen. Creepy, right?
Mum must have been shocked. She even missed a few turns when we were coming home from prison. I left her to relax and cooked dinner for us. When I went up to get her, the door to her bedroom were wide open and I couldn't believe what I saw.
Mom stood in front of the mirror, naked and fingered herself. Screaming in pleasure.
She turned her head slightly and smiled. I immediately left, hoping she didn't notice me.
I got my brother and told him that mom was too tired to join us.
The following days were really strange. Mom was walking around the house only in her bra and panties. I didn't wanna look, because it's my mom but ut was unavoidable.
One night, I think I heard male and even another strange female voices coming from my parents bedroom.
I eventually had to start taking care of my brother, because she didn't seem concerned, that he didn't have any food to eat etc.
I woke up in the morning to a weird feeling on my body. I opened my eyes and froze. My mom sat on my bed, my chest and boxers were uncovered and she had her hand on my stomach.
I couldn't let out a word, what was happening?!
Mom:"I have such a handsome young son. You really take care of your body, don't you? My son a soldier. How PROUD I am."
Me:"Mom, what are you..."
Mom:"Ah, don't you worry. I am just taking care of my LITTLE boy. But looking at the bulge you're packing, it seems you're not so little. Haha"
Me:"Mom... Stop it."
Mom:"Oh, come on. Don't you tell me you don't like these perfect tits. That you never wanted to touch them. And this pussy. God, you're really gonna enjoy this. And I can't wait to enjoy that dick" she said as she squeezed her tits and touched herself over the pants she was wearing.
As she finished, she quickly sat on top of me, I still couldn't react. She then pressed something against my chest, which hurt real bad. I passed out.
I opened my eyes and realised I sat on top of someone. "What the fuck?" I saw my own face smiling at me, My old hands were now placed on my hips. And I felt something below me... hardening
My body:"So, how do you like those tits... MOM?"
Me:"What the hell?!? What did you do?"
My body:"I gave you a gift. You can enjoy those tits and that tight wet pussy you like to peek on. You dirty WHORE. And unless you want to be fucked by your own body, I suggest you get off, because I am more then ready to shoot."
I moved and fell on the ground. I look down and indeed. My muscular chest was replaced by a pair of big boobs. My mother's boobs. I am my MOTHER
Me:"Mom, why are you doing this? Why me?"
My body:"Ah, you're so naive. I am not your mom, Logan. Or I should call you Cristine, now. Or better yet, MOM."
He started flexing and laughing at me
My body:"The chicks are gonna love this. I can't wait to fuck someone as a man again. Being a woman sucks."
I still sat there in shock, watching my body posing, flexing and enjoying his new reflection.
Only then I noticed the phone next to the mirror. My body noticed it.
My body:"Oh this? That's for me to have a memory. And also an insurance if you won't behave. I recorded what I did in your mother's body and If you won't behave I won't hesitate to use that as evidence to get you in prison. Unless you want to join your father and mother in prison, I suggest you behave. Now, go cook something, woman. I am hungry and now I got a job to do."
I got up from the floor, looking back at my body, feeling up my body.
I need to get help somehow
Prisoner's P.O.V.
Getting this kid's body is like a gold medal. After many years in my overweight body and then being that woman, this is by far the best thing yet.
I took out his phone to snap a few photos.
This kid has an amazing body. I can't wait to put it to test.
A message came to his phone number from LOVE<3. I browsed through the messaged. Fuck, this kid is gay. Nevermind, gonna turn him straight and dump this fucker. There won't be no more gay shit under my watch.
"Jeez. He's like a sculpture. If I had looked like this before, I wouldn't have to steal from all those people. This is amazing. Let's get this body showered and ready for Stacy."
At Stacy's house
Stacy:"Fuck. I can't believe it worked again. I was worried, that you would stay in that woman's body. I couldn't picture us like that back together."
Prisoner:"Don't worry, my darling. I found myself a great body for you to suck and enjoy. Wait till you see the dick that this kid has. Not only it is big, but the head of the cock is so strange, but hot at the same time."
They started making out. The tongues moving from one mouth into another. But there was a problem, that has never happened before.
Prisoner:"Wait. Something is wrong."
Stacy:"It happens sometimes. Remember that you're in other man's body and you're still not used to it."
Prisoner:"It's not that. This kid is gay. I think I can't get hard for you."
Frustrated and bored, the new Logan rested in the living room of his new body. The "mother" was walking around suspiciously, but careful.
Prisoner:"This is bullshit. I can't be gay forever. I need to find a better body to swap."
The younger brother rushed in with his way too loose Spiderman costume to hug his brother, who now wasn't used to it and pushed him off of himself.
Kyle:"Why did you do that?"
Prisoner:"I don't want another man to touch me."
Kyle:"You're funny, Logan. If you wouldn't have a boyfriend, i would believe you."
Prisoner:"Right."
Kyle:"Ok, so byeee."
Prisoner:"Where are you going dressed like that? It's not Halloween."
Kyle:"To Johnny's. We are having a costume party sleepover, while his older brother is gonna look after us."
Prisoner:"Who is the brother? Do I know him?"
Kyle:"Yeah, you do. You played football together. He's in university."
Prisoner:"Hmm. Interesting." I just hope it's not another gay jock like this one.
Prisoner:"Kyle? I have a cool deal for you. Wanna hear it?"
Kyle:"I bet mom won't know a difference between me and Logan. I can pretend to be him easily without her noticing. But I wonder why would Logan do that. It's nice of him that he gave me his body to try the costume, but he went to that party instead of me. I was looking forward to that."
Kyle pulled up the zip of the costume and started doing Spiderman poses.
Kyle:"Hell, yeah. Wait till the boys see how my costume first better then everybody else's!"
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absolutely need a plug!zoro cheating on his gf with u nsfw âŚ
no bc yâall are on a roll w these plug!zoro requests! position is based off this video btw đŠ
ŕłâ⡠what you want, roronoa zoro
thinking about the way that man would literally hate his girlfriend fr. like, heâs sure heâs only with her because his family loves her, but he just doesnât. and i mean he proves that when he ends up outside your door in the middle of the rainy night, somewhere around 3 AM.
everyone would always ask himâwhy not just break up with her? and zoro never had an answer. his girlfriend was too fragile of a person and he hated that crying shit honestly. the only person he ever cared about making cry was ironically you.
his relationship was anything but secure. zoro was chill with whatever his girlfriend did. he trusted her, at first. she wanted to go to a party, heâd let her. she got a ride from some guy friend who was maybe his level of attractive? he didnât care. but the same rules didnât apply to him. zoro could be getting ready to go to work and his girlfriend would be up on him with accusations.
âi feel like youâre gonna go and fuck that bitch,â his girlfriend spat with venom, referring to you as he slid on his jeans. the green head couldnât help but roll his eyes as she rambled on about disliking you. he couldnât help but chuckle to himself lightly when he realized how crazy she was behind closed doors.
âwell now iâmma go do that just cuzâ you said it,â he muttered, just trying to get underneath her skin. his girlfriend thought he was bluffing, but not with the way blood rushed to zoroâs dick at the thought of just being in your arms to cuddle tonight.
zoro doesnât think twice either when it comes to pulling up to your crib. he parked in front of your cute little car, something he did to express his dominance over you in the way your cars together looked like a âhis and hersâ pair. he was weird like that, but thatâs just how much he felt for you fr.
by the time he gets to your door, his heart is already thumping in his chest. not in fear of getting caught, but instead at the sight of you in your tiny nightdress, two sizes to small to barely contain your wide hips and busty breasts.
you give him a blank look as you leaned against the threshold of the door. âian call you for no weed.â
zoro gives you his million dollar smirk. âyou should know thatâs not the only reason i come over anymore.â
âyeah yeah to cheat on your girl, sure zoro,â you roll your eyes.
the green head kisses his teeth, ânot cheating if i donât want her.â with a step to the side, you helplessly let him in, and he wastes no time in kissing your lips. âmissed you so damn much.â
âmissed you too,â you canât help but mutter against his lips. zoro wraps his hands around your waist and pulls your smaller frame against this larger own. his hands shamelessly wanter down to the fat of your ass as he grips it, giving it a reddening smack and repeating his actions.
zoro pulls away with one last peck to your lips. âhow was your day mama?â he grabs your hand and drags you to the couch.
âfine,â you muttered with a bored expression, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.
zoro furrows his eyebrow and snatches the remote from your hand. âwhatâs up witâ you? you okay? talk to me.â
you shrug your shoulders. âiâm straight,â but your tone wasnât convincing him otherwise.
zoro gives you a suspicious hum before pulling you into his lap. âwhat you doing tomorrow night?â
âprobably homework,â you admit. âwhy?â
zoro canât help but grin at you, flashing his gold canine pieces. âgot us tickets to see that standup you been wanting to go to.â
your eyes canât help but brighten at his words. âyou lying.â
âiâm so deadass,â zoro laughed.
you kiss your teeth and slap his chest. âyou donât even like comedy!â
the greenhead gives you a shy shrug with a small blush flaming his tan cheeks. âthey have an open bar, free sake so,â with a playful roll of your eyes, you kiss your teeth but smile. âso you gonâ stop giving me this bratty ass silent treatment?â
âwhatever. youâre a whore for sake.â
ânah,â zoro shakes his head. âyou ainât hit me all week. you know what i had to go through not talking to you.â
you give him a sarcastic frown before pecking his lips. âaw, poor baby.â you move to pull away but are shocked when zoro grips your face and forces you back into his orbit.
how you found yourself half naked on his lip with your legs spread for himâyou donât know. damn mosshead was just that good.
âi got you,â zoroâs voice is all you hear as he steadies you on top of him with your back facing the tv. his one arm is all he needs to steady your body against his lip while he uses the other to start rubbing at you clit. âjust touch me baby.â
a breath escapes from your throat as you find the courage to wrap your hand about his hard cock. his tip is an angry peach color as it oozes out pre cum, already excited from your touch. âlike this daddy?â
âfuck, just like that mama,â zoroâs own breath hitches in his throat as he fights not to buck up into your grasp. âlove the way you touch me. just like that baby. make me feel so safe.â
youâre almost shocked by the words leaving your mouth as you continue jerking him. the two of you hold an intimate scope of eye contact as you touch each otherâs body, nothing being heard but the soft moans and breaths from your arousal.
âmake you feel safe?â your voice is soft and sultry as you run your thumb over his tip. zoro canât help but groan at his sensitivity, too late to even catch himseld. âfeel safe when im loving you like this papa? you like that?â
âoh fuck, yes,â zoro whined, fully submitting to you. his girlfriend had never seen this side of him. every time he had sex with her, if he ever did, it was quick and to the point. no one was able to milk out this soft and vulnerable side to him but you. oh how you had his fucking heart and dick in the comfort of your pocket.
your legs are spread in front of zoro, giving him a complete view of what you were working it. somehow wanting to see you spread more, he grabs you by your thighs and opens you up more, practically salivating at the sight of your pretty clit glistening from his touch.
âyou make me feel safe too,â you breath out with a blushed smile, trying to keep your pace with jerking zoro off. it was hard to do so when he was rubbing you nice and slow, just the way he knew you liked it.
at this point? it was all more than sex. zoro meant every word he uttered out, especially how you made him feel safe during his most vulnerable moments. only you bought this side out in him.
âfuck iâm almost there, zee.â you throw your head back and grind further into his touch.
âme too baby,â zoro breathed out, watching as cum oozed from his tip by the second. âyou fuck me so good, no one does it like youâshit.â
you lick your lips as you lean over and spit on zoroâs cock, adding more lubricant to your already slippery movements. âlike it when i stroke your fat cock papa? like this?â
âzoro bites his lip and nods his head. a whine fights to break through from his mouth as he lets out a broken âmhm. fuck, mama. keep going and youâll make me cum.â
you take this as a challenge and speed up your movements with hopes to overstimulate him. zoroâs mouth falls open, and the tables inevitably turn when heâs shaking beneath you, watching you milk every drop of cum out of him. you hold your tongue out as he shoots his load upwards, droplets of his semen landing on your taste buds.
a greedy smile graces your lips as you continue jerking him off, more and more cum flying out from his sore tip by the second. âfucking hellâjust like that just like that, fuck!â zoro moans loudly as he feels himself get drained.
you didnât mind the fact that he came before you this time. watching this hard man come undone before you was enough to have you creaming all over his fingers right after. you too begin to breathe heavily as zoro maintians his circular movements against your clit.
when youâre both fucked out from your intimate session, zoro slides you onto his lap, your clit begrudgingly grinding against the base of his still hard dick. with his face in your neck, he breathes out, âiâll break up with her. your eyebrows raise at his words. âif thatâs what you want.â you waste no time in giving him a stern response.
âit is what i want.â
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trying to behave, but i'm feelin' some type of way - r.c drabble.
request: rafe x bitchy!pogue reader pleaseeeee!!!! he just hates that he wants her soo fucking bad and she finds it hilarioussss warnings: it gets steamy but no smut!; slutshaming; mean!rafe.
youâre out of place here, which is exactly why youâre here, tannyhill.
fuck them. fuck him.
every high-strung kook princess with their perfectly manicured nails gives you a quick once-over, nostrils flaring when they catch the sight of your scuffed-up boots. not that you care. itâs not like youâre trying to impress anyone.
and why should you? youâre only here for the free booze, itâs not your fault this place is such a bore. always all pearls, pastels, and the scent of white wine and privilege. who the fuck drank white whine at a party? but the real reason youâre here, the whole damn reason, is staring straight at you from across the room.
rafe cameron. ugh and yum.
heâs leaning against the bar, muscles taut under that fitted navy polo like he was born to flex, with a scowl as always. itâs always that lookâthe one thatâs aimed solely at you, every time he sees you. itâs practically a tradition by now. you show up somewhere, he glares.
thereâs a tightness in his shoulders, something tells you heâs going to snap eventually, maybe itâs because youâve been pushing buttons lately. maybe itâs because heâs got his daddyâs expectations hanging over his head like a guillotine.
or maybe itâs just because he wants you, and that little inconvenient truth pisses him off to no end.
you flash him a slow, lazy grin, shifting your hips as you grab a beer from the cooler. when you catch the way his eyes drag over you, lingering on your exposed skin, your stomach hums with satisfaction.
let him look. let him stew in it.
âcountry club,â you call sweetly, raising your bottle in a mock toast, the light catching on the condensation like itâs winking at him. âhowâs it going?â
his jaw ticks, his lips pressing into a thin, flat line. âyou shouldnât be here.â
âand yet, here i am,â you sing-song back, taking a slow, pointed sip. youâre feeling reckless tonight. heâs dangerous, sure. but heâs also predictable. you know exactly how to make it worse.  âaww, whatâs wrong?â
you know exactly thisâll go. heâll insult you, youâll insult him back, and thenâ
his eyes narrow dangerously, that vein in his temple ticking. âwhat the fuck are you wearing?â
you blink innocently, glancing down at yourself. âclothes, obviously. why? does it bother you?â
âyeah,â he snaps, eyes raking over you again, lingering on the swell of your chest, the sliver of skin peeking out above your waistband. âarenât you tired of slutting yourself around?â
your lips curl into a smirk, the slow burn of satisfaction warming your chest. this is exactly what you were hoping for.
âslutting myself around?â you echo, voice teasing. âdidnât know you were keeping tabs.â you cock your head, letting your gaze linger on his flushed cheeks, the way his nostrils flare, and that slight clench of his fists by his side.
heâs seethingâlooks ready to burst into flames right here in front of the bar. good.
heâs always been like this with you. short fuse, especially when it comes to what youâre wearing, how you look, where you go. but youâre onto him. you know what itâs really about.
âyou must really be obsessed with me,â you continue, âitâs kinda weird, donât you think?â you take another sip, slow and deliberate, licking your lips as you meet his glare. he steps closer, crowding into your space, his chest brushing against your shoulder. you should back up, or at least pretend to care, but you just tilt your head, looking up at him with a smug little grin. âwhatâs wrong?â you murmur, âfeeling a little tense?
âfuck off,â he grits out, stepping back like heâs burned. but itâs too late. youâve got him now.
you cock your head, giving him a slow, taunting smile. âwhy? afraid youâll get hard in front of your little friends?â
his eyes darken, jaw clenched so hard you wonder if it hurts. âi swear to godââ
âwhat?â you interrupt, teeth flashing. âyou gonna hit me? break another one of your daddyâs toys?â you wave your hand around the pristine room, the glittering chandelier, the polished bar. âgo on, then. show everyone what a psycho you are.â
âyou think i wonât?âÂ
âyeah, i think you wonât,â you say softly, staring right into those burning blue eyes of his. âbecause youâre all bark and no bite.â
âyou wanna see bite?â he murmurs, voice dripping venom. âiâll show you fucking bite.â
then his hand snaps out, wrapping around your upper arm, and before you can react, heâs yanking you out of the room, down a hallway thatâs all shadowed corners. you stumble, cursing under your breath, but he doesnât stop until youâre both crashing through a side door into some empty back corridor.
âjesus, cameron, take a fucking xanaxââ you start, wrenching your arm free.
for a second, you think youâve gone too far. his whole body goes still, and something flares in his gazeâsomething unhinged and a little bit terrifying. but instead of snapping, instead of throwing a punch, he leans in, so close you can feel the heat of him against your skin.
youâre shoved against the wall, hard, his body caging yours in, his hands braced on either side of your head. you freeze, breath hitching. heâs closeâtoo closeâand itâs too hot and too much andâ
âshut up,â he growls.
you should tell him to fuck off. you should knee him in the balls. you should do anything but feel the way you do right nowâflushed, breathless, andâŚtoo horny for your own good.Â
âdo you always have to be so fucking dramatic?â you huff, placing your hand in chest in a futile attempt to push him away. you know he can break you in half if he wants to.Â
he doesnât move of course, just stares at you, chest heaving like heâs just run a marathon. heâs got that crazed look in his eyes that should make you run for the hills, and yet you stay put.
and then, suddenly, his mouth is on yours, demanding and angry.
itâs not a kissâitâs a punishment. his teeth nip at your bottom lip, his tongue sliding against yours with a harshness that steals your breath. you gasp, your hands coming up to shove him away again, but somehow they get tangled in his hair instead, gripping the soft strands as he presses closer, closerâ itâs a disaster. youâre a disaster. because you donât pull away.Â
you kiss him back like an idiot, just as desperate, your nails digging into his scalp as you pour all your frustration into the kiss. why does he have to be this hot? in your books, kooks aren't allowed to be hotter than a 5. unfortunately, rafe is a solid eleven.
he tastes like mint and rage, and it shouldnât feel this good, but it does. god, it does. he breaks away, panting, glaring down at you like youâre dirt under his shoes. âyou drive me fucking insane, yâ know that?â
âgood,â you gasp, licking your lips. âyou deserve it.â
he laughs, a low, harsh sound. âyouâre such a fucking bitch.â
âand youâre a spoiled, narcissistic asshole,â you snap back, shoving at his chest. he doesnât even flinch, just glares harder, and it sends a thrill through your entire body. youâd never seen him like this, so unguarded and it was weirdly intoxicating.Â
âi should ruin you,â he murmurs, almost like heâs talking to himself. his hand comes up, fingers brushing your jaw, trailing down your throat. âmake you beg.â
you keep your expression defiant. âyou think you can?â
rafe smirks, slow and dangerous, and it makes something burst in your belly. âi know i can.â
his hand slides lower, fingertips brushing the hem of your top, and your breath catches. you should stop this again. you should slap him, kick him, do anything but let him keep touching you like that, but you donât. you just stare up at him, heart racing.
âshow me then.â
and then his hands are on you, yanking you forward, spinning you around. you gasp, palms slapping against the wall as he presses up behind you, his body solid against yours.
âyouâre a fucking brat,â he growls, his mouth right against your ear. one of his hands comes up, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling just enough to make your back arch.
âand youâre obsessed with me,â you shoot back breathlessly, tilting your head to meet his gaze over your shoulder.
rafeâs grip tightens in your hair, hard enough to sting, and his lips brush your earlobe, âobsessed?â he repeats, like he canât believe you had the fucking audacity to say it. âdonât flatter yourself, baby.â
but you feel the way his body presses against yours. your panties might be drenched but this man is just as hard. heâs close to youâso fucking closeâyou feel every ridge of him, and despite every insult heâs ever thrown your way, despite how much he claims to hate you, heâs here. the way heâs breathing tells you exactly what you need to know.Â
you twist against him, pushing back just enough to test his restraint. âthen why are you so worked up, huh?â
âi think youâre confusing us.â
âsure,â you laugh, even as his hands move down your sides, his fingernails digging into your hips. âthatâs why you dragged me out here, right? because youâre just so indifferent?â
his chest brushes against your back with every ragged breath. heâs losing it. youâre making him lose it. and fuck, that feels good.
âi could ruin you,â he whispers again, like heâs trying to convince himself. his hand skim up your ribs, thumb grazing the underside of your tit, and your senses kicks into overdrive. âone word from me, and youâre done.â
âyouâre all talk cameron,â you challenge, arching your back slightly, giving him more room to touch you.
you shouldnât want thisâyou shouldnât need thisâbut you canât stop.Â
his mouth is on your neck, hot and open, teeth scraping against your skin in a way that sends a shudder from your head to your toes.
âfuck you,â he growls against your throat, the words almost lost in the heat of his mouth. âiâm not playinâ your games.â
you bite back a moan, fingers curling against the cold wall. âyouâre already playing.â
âyouâre so fuckingââ he cuts himself off, breathing harshly through his nose. âfuck, i hate you.â
âno, you donât,â you turn your head just enough to catch his eye. his gaze is wild, and you smirk, taunting him with your lips just inches from his. âyou wish you did.â
you know youâre pushing your luck, but then again, when havenât you?
âyou have no fucking clue what i wish,â he growls, each word dripping with so much frustration it makes you laugh.
it comes out like a soft, mocking sound. âooh, i think i do. you wish iâd shut up. wish iâd disappear. but you really wish you didnât get hard every time âm around.â
his jaw ticks, that telltale sign that youâre getting to him. god, he hates you. you can see it in his clenched teeth, his furrowed brows. he hates that he wants a pogue and you find it hilarious.
âdonât flatter yourself pogue,â he snaps, but his voice is strained. his hands tighten on your hips, fingers biting into your skin just shy of painful.
you push back against him just a little harder again, feeling the rigid line of his cock pressed against your ass.
âyeah?â your voice turns breathy. âthen why do i feel that?â you grind your hips subtly, just to punctuate the point, and the low sound that rumbles out of him is almost worth the risk of provoking him further.
âbecause youâre a fucking tease,â he mutters, voice harsh and low in your ear. âyou show up, looking like you want itââ
âand so what if i do?â
itâs a dare. heâs holding you, like he canât decide if he wants to strangle you or fuck you senseless, perhaps both. you know youâve crossed some invisible line.
âyouâre gonna regret this,â he murmurs.
âmaybe,â you shoot back, unflinching. âbut thatâs the thing, rafe.â you twist, just enough to look at him over your shoulder, âi think youâre more scared of what you might regret.â
instead of shoving you away, instead of storming off, he does the one thing you didnât expect. he laughs.
itâs that crazy sound he makes before he does something reckless every time, the kind that makes people run away. itâs such a humorless sound, it should scare the living shit out of you as he leans in, lips brushing against your neck. âdonât say i didnât warn you.â
before you can answer, one hand slides up to cup your jaw, tilting your head back so youâre forced to meet his eyes. theyâre wild, almost feral, just like you expected.
âtell me to stop,â he whispers, his thumb brushing your lower lip, the touch so gentle itâs almost jarring. âgo on, say it.â
you swallow hard, pulse hammering in your throat. you should say it. but you donât want to.
âmake me.â you know he hears youâfeels youâbecause the corner of his mouth lifts in a slow, taunting smirk.
âyeah?â he drawls, thumb slipping from your lip to trace along your jawline, his touch featherlight and maddening. âyou sure?â
âprove me wrong. or are you scared?â
âyou think âm fucking scared of you? think i canât handle a little mouthy brat like you?â
heâs goading you, pushing you like he always does, and every word you had prepared dies on your lipsÂ
âiâd loooove to see you try.â
âoh, you will.â
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I am. So fucking tired of Batman being portrayed as a bad parent and a toxic person. And itâs so goddamn widespread. Fuck, it might be as bad as the whole âSuperman being a kindhearted Boy Scout is boringâ take.
I get it, the manâs not exactly stable, he watched his parents get murdered in front of him and spent years of his life training to fight crime dressed like a giant scary bat, of course heâs not perfect.
But to say that Bruce Wayne isnât caring, isnât empathetic, to call him abusiveâŚit just misses the point of who the character is to me.
Why do you think he fights crime? Yes, part of it is because heâs bitter and sad because his parents were cruelly ripped from him as a child, and heâs lashing out against the corruption of his city. Itâs arguably the focus of his earlier years. But he learns to become more than that. He learns to bring hope, a chance to be better.
Harleen Quinzel is the Jokerâs right hand lady, but sheâs also a victim of an abusive relationship and a woman with a surprisingly strong moral compass and a love for animals, and wants to get better. Thatâs why we see time and time again that he has a noticeable soft spot for her, because he knows that sheâs a good person at her core.
Harvey Dent is a man who will decide someoneâs fate on a coin toss(and a pretty inaccurate depiction of DID), but heâs also Bruceâs close friend who clearly needs help learning to live with his condition, rather than try to get rid of it, and someone who he still goes out of his way to visit, even after everything, because he recognizes heâs not just a criminal with a weird gimmick, heâs a man who is struggling with a condition that heâs mishandled his whole life.
Victor Fries is a cold, emotionless man who will callously discard allies and blame them for being careless, but heâs also a man whoâs either lashing out because he had the love of his life taken from him, or just desperate to make sure she isnât taken from him, and is willing to do anything just to guarantee her survival. Of course Batman would understand, his whole life was defined by having people he loved taken away from him.
Even the Joker, arguably one of the most morally bankrupt characters in all of fiction, is someone that Batman has offered a chance to. After the guy shoots the daughter of his friend, a girl he cared for like she was his own kid, and paralyzes her from the waist down, he tells the Joker that he doesnât want to hurt him. He wants to get him help. He looks at this monster who has taken countless lives and says âYou donât have to be alone.â
For fuckâs sake, he sat with Joe Chill in his last moments so that he wouldnât be alone. Joe Chill, the man who murdered his parents, who took so much from him, the person responsible for all of the misery and suffering heâs gone through. And he sits with the man to comfort him while dies. Do you know how much emotional intelligence and maturity that must take? To comfort someone who arguably ruined your life?
And youâre gonna tell me the man who did that would abuse his kids?
That heâd hold up the young man whose death was his greatest failure, the boy he grieved, and say this?
That heâd look his goddamn son in the eyes and say this to him?
Why the FUCK do you think he took in Dick Grayson in the first place? It wasnât because he saw the kid and thought âAh. A potential soldier.â, it was because he saw a boy experiencing the same heartbreaking loss he had so many years ago, and wanted to make sure he didnât end up as bitter and miserable as he was.
Why do you think he smiled when Tim Drake presented him a broken watch for Fatherâs Day? Because he was just happy to see the boy alive and safe.
DAMIAN LITERALLY POINTED AT A COW AND SAID âIâm keeping her. Sheâs Bat-Cow.â AND BRUCE JUST WENT WITH IT. DIDNâT EVEN NEED TO ARGUE WHY BRUCE SHOULD LET HIM KEEP HER. HE SAID âthis cow is my pet nowâ AND BRUCE SAID âaight, betâ.
The thing about Batman is that he wants to make sure nobody else ends up feeling the way he does. Thatâs not just about stopping a mugger so a boyâs parents arenât gunned down. Itâs about giving his loved ones the support and care that he couldnât have, because it was taken from him. Itâs about comforting someone who just went through a traumatic experience and letting them know that theyâre going to be okay. Itâs about going to someone locked away in a cell who thinks that theyâre a lost cause and a burden to society and telling them that he wants to help them get better. Itâs about EMPATHY and COMPASSION.
Thatâs what makes him a HERO. Heâs meant to inspire us, to show us that we can have that same empathy for others around us, that we can turn our suffering into hope for a better future.
I just wish more people at DC would start recognizing that. But I might as well follow that example myself. Maybe through this struggle of having to see this hero mistreat the people around him and act like a grade-A jackass, people will start to recognize that missing compassion, and slowly but surely, it might come back. After all, what is this post, if not trying to bring attention to the matter in the hopes of fixing it?
#batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#Robin#Nightwing#Red Hood#Red Robin#DCAU#DC#Dc comics#Batman: The Animated Series#BTAS#The Batman Adventures#Harley Quinn#Harleen Quinzel#victor fries#Mr. Freeze#Harvey Dent#Two-Face#The Joker#The Killing Joke#Joe Chill#spi rant#havenât used that tag in a while
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