#because it’s not and i’m tired of y’all hiding behind that

[sourstiless]

like i genuinely think the world will heal when people stop pretending that not shipping zutara is about morality

[blackynsupremacy]

CLARK KENT HELPING YOU TAKE OUT YOUR BRAIDS HEADCANONS

pairing: henry cavill!clark x blackfem!reader

fandom: DC

this was brewing in my head while actually taking out my braids today. plus, i wanted to give my baby henry a shot at this.

summary: it’s that time again! time to take down those 1-2 month old braids to prepare for your next fresh set. the only problem is, it’s raining, you’re tired, and you know it’s gonna take forever. yeah even getting your hair taken down, washed, detangled, and dried can be a hassle. fortunately, your fiancé, clark kent, is always happy to help with the process.

contains: lots of words, some things are based on true events, self insert, fluff, romance, established relationship, you and clark are simps, you and clark being fine, nudity but no smut, clark being a green flag, cuddling, kissing.

taglist: @rosiestalez @afrowrites @afrogirl3005 @simply-the-best23 @jkr820 @zombiehe4rt @elitesanjisimp @sabrinasopposite @gxuxhdjdu @tryingtograspctrl @ellethespaceunicorn

(i know i didn’t ask if ya’ll wanted to be tagged, but y’all are mutuals that consistently interact with my posts, so this is how i’m showing my appreciation! thank you! let me know if any of yall want to be tagged in my next blurb. again thank yall and i love my mutes)

• work was work today.

• it’s raining like hell.

• but good news, you’re getting your hair done this weekend! ain’t nothing like a fresh set of braids.

• the bad news, you gotta take out the old braids, wash/condition/detangle, and blow dry your hair all before your appointment. (yk how these new hair stylists be)

• girl, you’re dead tired, but you know you need to start asap!

• good news again though! your man clark kent is already home and you know he’s always down to help with your hair.

• ya’ll have been dating for 4 years before he popped the question a month ago on your anniversary.

• one thing about clark kent, he’s gonna hype up your hair no matter what style.

• he believes you’re stunning whether you have braids, twists, a lace front, locs, a slick back ponytail, a silk press or, your natural. he loves it!!

• he loves to watch you style it on your own or if you’re following along to a youtube tutorial.

• you’ve taught him a thing or two like taking down braids, detangling, applying edge control, and even helping you to wash and condition it!

• he catches on pretty fast and follows your instructions to a tee.

• his love language is acts of service and when it comes to your hair, he wants to make sure he does it properly.

• he told you he wants to continue learning because he can see himself helping out with your future daughter’s hair, so why not start with his future wife?

• this man is going to be the death of you.

• you see clark sitting on the couch with his laptop. as soon as he hears the door shut followed by your sigh of exhaustion, he’s already putting that to the side and zooming in your direction to take your bag, umbrella, and jacket off your hands.

• this man is teeth rotting sweet. how’d you get so blessed?

• he greets you with a warm embrace and plants a kiss atop of your head. he peeps that new growth, but he won’t mention it until you do.

• you both take a seat on the couch and have a brief conversation about each other’s day. you sigh again and run a hand through your hair one last time.

• “it’s about that time, clark. i’m getting my hair done soon and i need to start taking my braids down, but i’m so tired!”

• you whine and lean your head on his broad shoulder before you peer your “please help me” doe eyes into his blue ones that were hiding behind his glasses. he doesn’t hesitate to keep that eye contact either. it’s so intense yet intimate. you almost look away because even after 4 years, clark can still get you a bit flustered from time to time.

• “baby, would you like to help me out again? i promise you’re not gonna have to do all the work. i just need some assistance to get this done faster.”

• you playfully pout and bat your lashes. you already know the answer, but this brought you joy. you knew he was waiting for an opportunity to help with your hair again.

• he shows off those pearly whites before he enthusiastically responds, “i’d never thought you’d ask. you go change into something more comfortable, i’ll handle the rest, and we can get started.”

• he lays a chaste kiss to your lips and pats your behind to signal for you to handle your business and you don’t hesitate to do so.

• by “handling the rest”, clark gathers the necessities: 2 pairs of scissors, a detangling comb, 4 hair ties for sectioning, a plastic bag from that one drawer in the kitchen, your satin bonnet, and an order of chinese takeout placed on doordash.

• clark was waiting on the couch and he gleamed when he saw you come back clad in a white tank, no bra, grey cotton shorts, and one of his oversized, plaid flannels.

• as soon as you found yourself comfortable on the couch, clark handed you a pair of scissors and ya’ll got to work at cutting the braids shorter before you both section off your hair into 4 parts and start unbraiding from the front.

• you started on the right side, while clark took over for the left.

• you obviously know of clark’s abilities, his extraterrestrial heritage, and his intense duties as superman. he makes sure his powers can be of help in the most important areas of his life, one of them being your relationship.

• he’s had some practice with unbraiding and his fingers moves like clockwork. he moves at a delicate, quick pace and uses his keen eye to make sure your hair doesn’t get tangled or pulled, so there’s no unnecessary breakage. braid by braid, each one is removed out of your head and into the empty, plastic grocery bag that’s placed between you two.

• he’s seen you sometimes get it tangled and you would be quick to just cut it off, but with his aid, you’ve been doing that less frequently.

• after about 30 minutes, clark can already hear the doorbell ring and footsteps walking away. the food’s here.

• he opted for contactless delivery this time because he knew he just had one more braid��.and done!

• he urges you to give your hands a break from unbraiding your side and to wash them because your dinner has arrived. he chuckled as you perked up hearing that because you were hon-grey!!

• he also takes it upon himself to gently place your satin, royal blue bonnet on your head.

• it’s his absolute favorite because it’s patterned with his iconic red and gold family crest!

• you have a friend who owns a small business of designing bonnets, durags, and head scarves with the cutest patterns imaginable for black nerds like you.

• they got some with superheroes, anime characters, hogwart house symbols, disney, you name it!!

• 2 years ago, you asked them to commission a bonnet to match his heroic attire.

• this was to show him that you’re proud of his kryptonian roots and that you 100% support him being one of the world’s most selfless heroes along with the other members of the justice league.

• you sometimes worry for his life, but he always tries his best to make it back to you in one piece.

• but girl, that bonnet had him geeking when you showed it to him!! his face heated with a bright hue of pink before he plants a billion kisses all over your face. his voice never ceasing his appreciation and eternal love for you.

• you both chill for a few minutes to eat and watch some tv.

• you stretch your hands, placed your bonnet on the coffee table and resumed to unbraiding the last strand on the front before sectioning it off with a hair tie and starting on the back of the right side. it seems that time moves slower (or faster) as your fingers meticulously unravel each braided strand.

• clark is half way done with his entire side. his brows raise at the sound of your soft groan of what seemed to be pain and exhaustion.

• “babe, my fingers are starting to cramp and so are my arms.” you gripe and pause your movements to massage out the stiffness in your fingers.

• clark also pauses what he’s doing. he delicately grasps your hands into his, sprinkling tiny pecks on each aching knuckle. his pink lips lingers on the rock that adorns the fourth knuckle of your left hand before those baby blues gaze into your own eyes.

• you could clearly see your worn reflection in his pupils, but you lovingly smile as you know what he’s about to say.

• “c’mere, beautiful. let me take care of the rest while you sit and relax. it’s just a few more and it’s nothing i can’t handle, so it’ll be my pleasure.”

• that’s true. clark’s an invincible kryptonian. unless your hair was laced with some green k, a cramp within the joints of his digits wouldn’t be possible. if you ask, he would one day take out your braids all by himself without you having to lift a finger and he’d be in pure bliss of taking that burden off your plate.

• he spreads his thighs apart. the large palms of his hands encircle around your waist to shift your body in between his legs before his fingers get back to tenderly remove the last remaining braids.

• as he does so, you simply enjoy each other’s presence. ya’ll would be cracking jokes, planning suggestions for the wedding, your jobs, and a myriad of other topics to kill time.

• about 30 more minutes pass by and your braids are finally out! he leans back feeling accomplished and marvels at how much your hair has grown over the month.

• “may i?” he politely asks. his expectant eyes glancing into yours for approval.

• “of course, kal.” you grin. it’s like seeing a child light up in a candy store, he’s so elated.

• you feel more at ease and lean into his touch as his fingers lovingly caress through your natural hair and scalp.

• you know that he just wants to feel your hair in it’s natural state. it’s not out of a fetish, but out of pure fascination, so you let him!

• you love that even though you’ve been together for 4 years and he’s helped you with your hair on multiple occasions, the curious kryptonian wonders why he always has to ask you before touching your hair.

• as a journalist, he’s gonna conduct his own research.

• he educates himself and he understands the history of that one boundary in your community, so he always asks you before touching your hair or he waits for you to offer.

• he’s not even human and he understands the basic human decency of not to reach out and touch someone’s hair out of nowhere.

• you sigh in relief and thank clark with a kiss before you go to dispose the plastic bag of worn out braids to the kitchen and into the large garbage can. you turn around and lean up against the sink.

• now it’s time to wash, condition, detangle, and dry.

• clark already knows the next step. he stands from his position on the couch and stretches his back muscles. he moderately saunters to the arched threshold that separates the kitchen and living room. his tall stature works in his favor as he casually raises his arms with his hands gripping the arch that’s a few inches above his head.

• you know exactly what pose i’m trying to poorly describe to the best of my ability. it happens to be one of those non-sexual turn ons that men do without them realizing.

• you go into a bit of a hypnotic state as you stare at his bulging biceps. you also take notice of how his white t-shirt raises up to expose a small section of his sculpted abdomen. the raven tresses on his skin that perfectly matches the messy curls on his head form a trail straight down to his—

• the trance is broken by the baritone voice of your fiancé.

• “my eyes are up here, angel. were you even listening to me?” he flirtatiously quips and tilts his head with a playful smirk curving on his lips, lowering his arms to cross them over his chest.

• like some suave lady killer, he approaches you and places his index under your chin to shift your gaze to his.

• girl, not you getting caught in 4K! you know that man is fine, but you got to finish off your hair. there’s no time to waste when it comes to that, so you must stay focused.

• you can’t help, but feel the heat of embarrassment rush on your melanated cheeks and giggle nervously before you confess.

• “i’m sorry, clark! after all of these years, you still get me sprung. now, what were you saying, boo? ”

• “it’s no worries, (n/n). don’t doubt that you’ve got the same effect on me too.” he blushes himself, beaming at the compliment and pecks your forehead, nose, and lips before he resumes his question.

• “would you like to wash in the sink or shower?”

• he bursts into a joyous laugh as you don’t hesitate to choose the shower.

• of course he was hoping you’d say that, but you shut down the idea because you just want to kill two birds with one stone, wrap this up, and cuddle in bed.

• he understands where you’re coming from and it’s no pressure at all. you both love when you two get down in the bedroom, but you share a common belief that spending quality time is the key to true intimacy.

• he takes your hand and leads you both to your shared bathroom.

• he puts his glasses on the sink, switches on the shower and checks for the perfect temperature that’s not too hot for your scalp, but not too cool for your body.

• you go to obtain large drying towels, african net wash cloths, and disposable shower caps. you then seek out the shampoo, conditioner, and detangling cream to nourish and clean your hair.

• you return to the bathroom with the items and clark gets your second opinion on the water temperature. you get a feel and let him know that it’s just right before you both strip of your clothes until you’re both completely naked. you make sure your engagement ring is placed in the velvet box it came in and set it on your drawer before you both step under the running water.

• clark reaches up to detach the shower head. before making a move, he asks if you need any further assistance in this step and you gladly accept, closing your eyes as he handles the shower head to pre-rinse both of your heads for a well deserved cleaning.

• as he puts the shower head back where it belongs, you let him know that you want to do the shampooing for both you and him.

• yep, clark uses your products on his hair!

• one time after your fifth date, he hugged you and his sensitive nose stealthily picked up on the natural, sweet, and intoxicating scent of the hair lotion that seeped into your scalp. he thought at first it was your perfume, which he loves too, but he was mistaken!

• “my god, you smell amazing.”

• clark takes you out to dinner and feeds your ego! okay, kal-el!

• he couldn’t get enough of it!

• this aroma— it was like something fresh and made from natural ingredients without any harsh chemicals.

• it reminds him of the homegrown warmth and love that his parents, jonathan and martha raised him up in back in smallville.

• if it wasn’t so soon (or the fact that he hasn’t told you his secret then), he would literally fly you out there in 10 minutes.

• when you moved in together, he would sometimes sneak a bit of your shampoo and conditioner in his hair routine once or twice a week until you finally caught up to him!

• you scolded clark a bit for using your products without permission because you would’ve let him use a little if he’d ask and plus, that stuff was expensive!

• he looked genuinely remorseful and apologized. “i’m sorry, (f/n). it was wrong of me to sneak like that, but i just wanted to use it because it’s like i’m taking a part of you with me everywhere i go. that way even though we’re apart, i don’t feel so alone in this universe anymore.”

• that almost had you crying and throwing up. he’s as big a simp for you as you are for him, so you couldn’t stay mad at him!

• you had an agreement to share or double up as long as you both are putting in for it.

• it was definitely no problem for clark because besides it’s sentimental value, it does wonders for his hair! it looks healthier, shinier and it feels softer compared to those 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner concoctions that he’s been using since high school.

• he loves your weekly beauty supply store excursions. he doesn’t care if the 6 items in your cart is $35, he’s paying for it all!

• clark’s aqua pupils observes from behind as you pour a generous amount of shampoo into your palm, rubbing the other against it, and massaging the bubbly, white substance through your scalp. your fingers work to make sure every single hair on your head is lathered in the coconut scented liquid and he notices that you’re careful not to tangle it.

• his own trance is broken by a “your turn! now lean down a bit, my love.” you’re now waiting for him to follow through, leaning his head down and forward to make his now drenched, dark hair right in your view and in your reach.

• he exhales at the contact of the cold shampoo descending on his scalp. as your fingers massage through his hair, his eyes close and a smile of ecstasy plays on his lips.

• your touch, the scent of the product, and the fact that if he opened his eyes again at this very moment, your breasts would be right in his face is clark’s idea of his personal heaven.

• you both take turns to rinse your own hair and each others to double check that all of the suds of the shampoo are gone.

• you repeat the process again, but this time it’s with conditioner. once that’s applied, you both put on the shower caps to let it rest and do its thing.

• you both use that time to talk some more and thoroughly clean your bodies of the filth of the work day using the african net wash clothes and aromatherapy body wash.

• after one last rinse of ya’lls hair, you cut the water off and grab the towels set out to wrap around your soaked bodies and dripping hair before walking to your shared bedroom.

• fortunately, you and clark have your own respective hair dryers, so that step doesn’t take too long before you take on the final boss: detangling.

• still clad in your towels, you and clark apply the detangling cream through your scalps. as he uses his comb to effortlessly rake through his noir mop, you just kind of stand and stare at the detangling brush in your hand.

• if you’re tender headed, you’ve probably lived the nightmare over and over with your heavy handed mother tugging the comb through the knotted ends, jolting your head and neck forward as you whined in pain. of course she got mad at you for that and said that it didn’t even hurt.

• you’re grown now! with your own bills, home, car, job, and man. there’s way more stressful things in the world than getting some knots out.

• you start the teeth of the comb from the root of your hair and hear the wet stickiness of the detangling cream as it glides to the end.

• okay, we’re getting somewhere! no pain or the pulling of knots for the next few strands near the front. now let’s start on the back. comb one, comb two, comb three—

• “ow, ugh!” you yelp. cringing as you hit a knot at the end.

“ woah! sweetheart, are you alright?”

• clark immediately halts his actions and puts his comb down. he takes one step behind you to examine the situation.

“please, lord, don’t tell me it’s tangled that bad.”

• you attempt to comb without breaking your hair out and the more you try, the more painful it gets. your arms and hands started to stiffen again.

• you lowkey wanted to cry because you just want this to be done and sleep peacefully in clark’s arms for the rest of the night.

• you immediately ask clark for help and he once again, comes to the rescue. he was gentle and comforting, but straightforward when it came to getting those knots.

• he talks you through it to make this a little easier.

• “i’m so sorry, honey. this is gonna hurt a bit, but we’re gonna knock these out and go straight to bed in no time, okay? i love you.” he kisses your temple before he proceeds with the task.

• several minutes of detangling are over! clark gets a second shower of kisses all over his face as you thank him again.

• you discard your towels and replace them with your nightclothes. clark’s shirtless with his sweats and you’re comfortable in another one of clark’s shirts with a fresh pair of cotton shorts.

• you put your hair in an afro puff ponytail and as always, you let your fiancé do the honors of placing your superman patterned bonnet on over your hair like a king crowning his queen.

• he looks at you with such pride and joy. seeing you happy feels so good it hurts. it makes him feel as weak as when he’s around green k. maybe even more.

• clark wouldn’t feel too comfortable to wrap his hair up just yet, so you suggested he uses a satin pillowcase instead.

• speaking of pillows, you look at the clock and realize it’s gotten late. you and clark shut off the lights and retire your exhausted bodies into your bed.

• you lay in a fetal position and turn to face him. kryptonians don’t usually need that much sleep as humans do, so you weren’t surprised that he was still awake.

• you both gaze and admire each other in comfortable silence. your hand reaching to his jaw. your brown toned fingertips caress the pale yet angelic face of the man you love. he closes his eyelids and leans into your warm touch.

• like a magnet, you drew closer to his face until your, full yearning lips rested on his. it doesn’t take him a second to melt into it, his hands clinging to your waist to rest your figure on top of his. your palms find themselves to rest on each side of his jawline.

• between each kiss, the moonlight illuminates the wide smiles you exchange to each other.

• after you two get your fill of each other’s affection, you lay your head on clark’s chest with his arms still acting as a shield around your back. he pecks your temple and is pulled in by the music of your steady heartbeat. he looks down to see your eyes pointed toward his and your hands folded flat on his chest.

• “thank you, clark. thank you so much for your help, your patience, your kindness, your love, and your compassion. not to mention that you are so fine, you still get me giggling like a schoolgirl at my big age! whether you’re superman, clark kent, or kal-el, i just thank you for being you. i love you, clark kent and that’ll never change.” your lips curve with a beaming smile.

• “(f/n), you need to know that everything i do, i do it for you and i’d do it again. you’re the most beautiful person and i’m not just talking about your stunning beauty. your heart is golden. despite everything that we’ve been through, it’s always been you. you understand me, you give me grace and hold me accountable, you still believe in me when i don’t even believe in myself. that’s how i knew i had to ask you to marry me, so i love you more, (f/n) kent and that’ll never change.”

• “look at us! we’ve only been engaged for a month and it sounds like we’re exchanging vows already.”

• “that sounds like a great start to me.”

• you both laugh and he gives you one last lingering kiss on your lips. your heads drop and your eyelids close before you take your peaceful slumber in each other’s presence.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ║ ❝𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞❞

(A/n) ➳ First chapter!! I straight up need lessons on how people flirt because I fought and I still think the flirting is VERY TERRIBLE so be warned. Enjoy!!

Word Count ➳ 2.4k

Content Warnings ➳ Talks of having children/marriage, pregnancy, alcohol use (Not drunk), TERRIBLE FLIRTING, public bathroom sex, p-in-v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), pet names (darlin’) swearing, nearly getting caught, mentions of violence…

JUDAS MASTERLIST

THE CLOCK HAD STRUCK ELEVEN IN THE MORNING.

Your hands come under the hot water for a second before yanking them back in pain, a wince had left your lips and sighed. You turned the handle on the sink to the right, waiting a couple of seconds before you put your hand under the water again.

This time, the water became warm. You picked up the soapy and water logged sponge to continue cleaning the white plates that were covered in syrup from this morning, just two hours ago.

Shane was the first to come to your apartment, like usual. He helped you with setting up the table, cooking the sausages and eggs while you handled the pancakes and hashbrowns.

Rick, Lori, and Carl came next. Carl ran past you before you could even acknowledge it was them, he happily shouted for the pancakes and was a little disappointed. But as soon as he was picked up by Shane and put on his shoulders, his laughter filled your small apartment.

“The hashbrowns just need a couple more minutes.”

You remembered saying, letting them in and helping Lori as she was obviously pregnant. Around thirty four weeks.

“Just a couple more weeks.” She let out a groan as she was able to take off her shoes. “Then we’ll have this little sucker out of me.”

Lori and Rick agreed to keep the gender a secret, not even they know since they had already agreed on names as well.

Isabella for a girl and Liam for a boy.

You took her sweater and hung it on the coat rack. Rick had begun to pour juice into the glass cups, making sure Carl didn’t knock them over when he threw himself at the chair.

“Carefully buddy.”

“Pancakes!”

“Pancakes are comin’ in!” You hurriedly walked in with the hot pan in one hand and a stack of pancakes in the other, Shane was right behind you with the plates of scrambled eggs and cooked sausages.

That was just two hours ago.

Now, Carl was by your side, standing on a step stood with a damp rag in hand. He took each plate that you handed to him, wiping them down and carefully putting them in the dish rack.

Shane walked back to the table where Rick and Lori were still sitting, he watched as Lori tried to stifle her giggle, covering her mouth as her giggling became louder as Shane came into her view.

Shane, gathering the last few cups, asked with a grin. “What are you two scheming now?”

“Oh you know, the pregnancy, the hospital plan, and us-” Lori leaned in closer, whispering. “-Deciding when you’re going to ask (Y/n) out?”

He took a glance back at you, still focused on the dishes. “One day Lori. One day.”

“It’s been five years, I’m tired of your whinin’.” Rick retorted, leaning back in the chair and throwing an arm back.

“Where are the cups Shane?” You called out to him. “And what are y’all whisperin’ about?”

Shane went to tell Lori to hush but she spoke first, speaking over him. “That you guys make the perfect couple!” She slowly stood from her chair and made her way over to you. “A perfect marriage with kids running around, y’know?” Lori teased you.

You exchanged a quick looked with Carl who just looked back at you with curiosity. He couldn’t feel your discomfort.

“Well… I-I don’t know.” You hesitated, trying to avoid the question and find the right words.

“They do seem perfect for each other.” Rick commented.

“Can’t you imagine it?” Lori added. “A cozy home, kids playin’ in the yard with our kids. Sounds like a dream.”

You forced a smile when everyone turned to you, hiding your uncertainty. Sure, Shane was attractive, anyone would die to be with a man like him.

But settling down, marriage and having kids just didn’t sit right with you. You preferred excitement in your life, just like your high school life. Not knowing what was going to happen next, the unpredictability in your life made it even better.

Shane noticed your silence, he placed the cups in the sink and nudged you. “You alright?” He murmured to you, ignoring Rick and Lori’s conversation.

You took a couple of seconds before nodding. “Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’ about high school.”

“Feelin’ nostalgic?”

“I am.”

But Shane could sense the discomfort in your voice, something he didn’t want, you being uncomfortable around him.

“Don’t listen to ‘em. They’re jus’ jokin’.” He flashed a smile.

You poured soap on the sponge and gave it a squeeze, starting on the outside of the glass before going inside of the cup.

“Maybe Lori and Rick are right. You and me, might be somethin’ special.” He said, a playful tone clear in his voice.

You kept the same smile on as before. “You know how they are. Tryin’ to play matchmaker.”

“They could be onto somethin’. We’d make pretty good parents.”

“Look Shane, I’m not really sure about all that. Can’t we talk about it some other time?”

He adjusted his stance, now crossing his arms. “Alright, alright.”

“Did he really say that?” Andrea questioned you, wide eyed as she handed you a glass of wine that Amy poured you.

“I still can’t get it out of my head.”

“What did you say?”

You brought the wine to your lips, giving it a swirl before taking a sip of it. “I said if we can talk about it some other time.”

Amy clicked her tongue a couple of times. “Should’ve made it clear from the start.”

The three of you sat on your couch, a movie played in the background, something about an assassin in retirement but it was long forgotten when Amy noticed you couldn’t focus on the movie.

You bit your lip, setting your glass down next to you. “I know, I know. But it felt like I couldn’t.”

Andrea stood up abruptly, stopping Amy from replying. “You can’t be drinkin’ all night. We’re goin’ out.” She stated proudly, hands on her hips as a wide smile spread across her lips. “Get dressed (Y/n), we’re hittin’ Atlanta!”

You opened your mouth but Andrea put her hand in your face. “No arguments.” She marched into your room, with you and Amy following, Andrea was rummaging through your clothes. “Even if it’s just for a couple of hours, you need this.”

Amy joined in with Andrea, looking through your drawers. “A night of fun and-” Pulling out a pair of matching bra and underwear. “Pleasure~”

Once you were all dressed up, Andrea drove you all to the club that Amy once went to, commenting on the amount of men who rode motorcycles.

And she was right, motorcycle upon motorcycle lined up in the front of the club. You all excited the car in laughter and nervousness.

“How’s my makeup?” Amy asked, looking at herself in the car’s mirror. “Shit, I think my eyeliner is uneven.”

Andrea pulled her by her arm, “Who cares? We’re here to have fun!”

You all entered the club with ease, you all were immediately crowded. After all it was a saturday night, drinks were flowing and music blasted loudly that you could barely hear yourself.

But you all remained together as you drank, except Andrea as she was the driver. But that didn’t stop her from having fun with you.

She practically forced you onto the dance floor after a couple of drinks as she thought it would help and it surely did.

Blinded by the flash on Amy’s phone, she recorded you all dancing and screaming your lungs out on the song that played.

You definitely needed to listen to the sisters more cause this was a night you needed, it wasn’t like morning brunch with the four of them.

You felt that familiar excitement in your veins, and your body dancing on its own… You didn’t consume many drinks, maybe because you wanted to remember this night, not by videos and photos, but by your own memory.

You laughed as Andrea helped you move to the calmer side of the club as she recognized your tiredness.

“Never knew you could pull those moves!” She shouted over the music, leaning close to you.

“Neither did I!” You threw your head back, snickering. “Can you order me some water?!”

“What?!”

“Water!”

“Okay!” She turned her back to you and faced the bartender.

You panted, trying to catch your breath. You felt your phone vibrating and pulled it out, seeing a call from Shane.

It was like the music went silent, everything around you froze as you stared at his name… You watched it ring, his name on big on the screen.

You looked up from your phone to call for Amy or Andrea but you spotted someone else.

A man with a black leather jacket. ‘JUDAS’ was printed on his back in white lettering with white dots circling the name and the skull and bones.

He sat alone, a drink in his gloved hand. Black sunglasses rested next to his arm and a black and white bandana was wrapped around his neck.

“Water!” Andrea’s booming voice knocked you out of your stare, taking the water, Andrea noticed you’re staring and immediately found who you were looking at.

“Think he’s in a band?” Amy laid her head on your shoulder.

“No way, looks too gloomy to be in a band.” Andrea retorted. “Nice clothes though.”

You dismissed both of them. “Leave him alone.”

“Alone? Girl, he looks like your type! Go for it!” Amy scoffed and pushed you.

You shoved your phone back into your purse and walked towards him, glass of water in hand. If the drinks gave you confidence to dance, surely it will help now.

You took the empty seat across from his and crossed your legs, one over the other. “Cool jacket.” You complimented. “Where’d you get it from?”

He eyed you for a moment before he looked away. “Ain’t yer business.”

That caught you off your guard… “Must be a tale worth tellin’ or you just like scarin’ people.”

“A very long and winded tale. And scarin’ folks… There’s more than one way to scare somebody than usin’ a jacket.”

“I ain’t easily scared. Makes it more fun.”

“What’s so fun ‘bout some jacket?”

You shrugged. “Maybe it’s the challenge of findin’ out who you are.”

He clicked his tongue, setting down his drink. “Ain’t gonna be easy darlin’.”

You leaned in closer. “Good thing I like challenges.”

(May I have some tips on flirting, please. I’m very desperate…)

“Fuck!”

You and Daryl didn’t waste time when he brought you to the bathroom of the club. He hiked up your dress and ripped your underwear off you, not without commenting on the choice first.

You threw your head back, your legs tightened around Daryl’s waist.

He had you pushed up against the wall, his face shoved into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses.

He desperately thrusted into you, breathing heavily. He fucked you up against the bathroom stall.

Both of his hands held your ass, leaving you to cling onto him.

You were left stuttering over your words. “Like that.” You said, over and over again. “Just like that! God, just like that!”

For a second, your breathing stopped and you froze, your eyes immediately shut as you came around his cock.

Yet you didn’t complain when he still continued fucking you. You felt a smile form as he fucked you past your orgasm.

“Ya gotta keep quiet.” Daryl panted in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your back. The music was still loud, even in the bathroom.

You tried but his cock kept slamming into your g-spot. You were unable to contain your gasps and moans.

“Shut up dammit.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Sorry ain’t good enough.”

You shoved your face into his shoulder, feeling the leather of his jacket, smelling his cologne and cigarettes.

He didn’t stop nor slow down, thrusting into you like his life depended on it, using you as a stress relief.

You felt the same coil once again, feeling it throb, pooling in your abdomen.

“Imma-!”

“(Y/n)?!”

You were dragged out of your daze and pulled away from him, nearly falling in the process. “The hell?” Daryl luckily caught you.

But you hushed him, slipping your flimsy underwear back on.

It was Amy. “(Y/n)? Andrea said she saw you comin’ in here.” You heard her footsteps coming closer to the stall you were in.

“Stay here.” You mumbled to him, soothing your dress and coming out of the stall before she could reach it.

She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought you were dead when Andrea said she saw you comin’ in here with the guy.” She looked over your shoulder. “Where is he?”

“Um, we talked and I… I got his number.” You lied, still trying to reel back.

“Really?! Oh my god! You gotta tell us!” She grabbed you by the arm and dragged you out of the bathroom. “We’re headin’ home!”

“What? Why?”

“Andrea, punched a guy.”

“Is she okay?!”

“Oh yeah!” Amy smiled and pointed to Andrea who was waiting by the exit. “Let’s go home!”

You closed the door behind you, Andrea dropped you off since she had to get Amy home quickly, she had a feeling she was going to vomit.

You kicked off your heels, sighing and your feet felt the relief of no longer wearing those heels.

You began to take off your earrings and walked to your bedroom when you heard knocking.

You carefully came to the door and slowly opened it, having a clear confused look on your face. Even more when Daryl stood there.

You looked around first before coming back to him. “...How did you find where I live?”

Daryl held up a bag, your bag. “Left it in the bathroom. Ran out ‘fore I could say anythin’.”

You took the bag, still wary. “Well, thanks. But how did you know where to go?”

Daryl shrugged, a relaxed expression on his face. “Saw yer ID. Figured it ain’t far.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Stalker tendencies, Daryl?”

“Just lookin’ out for a damsel in distress.”

You giggled. “I’m sure losing my bag ain’t bein’ in distress, but points for effort.”

“I’ll be in town for a couple months, see ya ‘round?”

“You wanna come in for a bit? I gotta thank you for gettin’ my bag.”

“Ya gonna run off again?”

“Maybe.”

Daryl stepped closer. “Maybe?” He grinned again.

You grabbed his hand and led him into your apartment and shut the door before. You didn’t have a second to react before he was already on you.

This was definitely a night you did not fucking regret.

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hi!! i’m not sure if you saw but sbg released a new episode!

i totally get if your still not taking requests for it, but i would love to see you write smthn with sick!tyler x reader (or the other way around) and whoever isn’t sick is just like super doting and caring.

i love your writing sm, your style is so engaging!!

Sickeningly sweet୧ ‧₊˚🩺 ⋅

Tyler Hernández x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: taking care of a sick and very stubborn Tyler!

A/N: WOAHH GUESS WHOS BACK?!? Did y’all miss me? >;D I feel so bad for this person they probably forgot about requesting this but.. it’s out now! Sorry if it’s short, I tried a new style so hope it’s aesthetically pleasing for everyone haha. anyways enjoy!!

Translations: mi Alma = my soul/my soulmate

— The flu. The deadliest of diseases to every man on this planet, making them lay in bed all day moping and whining through coughs and loud sneezes. That was the case for Tyler. He hasn’t been feeling well for a few days now, so Taylor decided to call you over because she said she couldn’t handle his pissy attitude much longer. You agreed without a word, coming by their house to check on the mess your boyfriend has become and boy was her description of his attitude spot on. He refused to take his medicine, whined whenever you woke him up to eat and was so careless that he threw his tissues wherever he wanted.

You sighed, pouring him the medicine for what felt like the hundredth time that day and inched the spoon closer to his mouth. He looked at you with those tired, puffy eyes, furrowing his brows at the bitter liquid he hated oh so much.

“No.”

You look at him in disbelief but take a deep breath to calm your nerves. You loved your boyfriend to the moon and back, willing to put your life on the line for him but when he was sick he was just unbearable.

“Ty, please for gods sake take the medicine.”

He shook his head, looking away from you like an angry child and huffed. You sigh, putting the medicine away. You sat on the edge of his bed in silence, your mind blank. Tyler noticed your quiet demeanour, rolling his eyes before pulling you on the bed with the little strength his sick body had. He lied down on top of you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Accepting your fate, you let him snuggle up to you, playing with his hair and humming to yourself since your phone was on the other side of the room and you doubt he’d let you go any time soon. He slowly dozes off, his grip loosens so you take the opportunity and get out of his grasp. You take the medicine again, lifting his head just a bit and put the spoon in his mouth. He swallowed but cursed a bit, rolling to his side and got back to sleeping.

You smiled softly, leaving him to rest for a while longer. He was slowly getting better each day and if he rested and took his medicine tomorrow he should be fine in about 2 days.

A few hours later, you cooked some soup with Tylers mom and Taylor, chatting away when you heard a door creak open. Tyler came into view, his hair messy and clothes soaked in sweat. You cringed slightly but dragged him to the bathroom, running him a bath. He hugged your body from behind, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’ before letting go. You were about to leave when he mumbled something you couldn’t understand. You turned to see him already in the bath tub and raise a brow.

“What?”

“What do you mean what?” He asks and furrows his brow, here it was again, his bratty attitude.

“What did you say just now?”

“I said stay!” He whisper-yelled, huffing in annoyance.

You nodded, smiling sweetly at him as you sat down next to the bath tub. You helped wash his hair, his shoulders relaxing under your gentle touch. You talked about random things that came to mind, telling him how the group missed his presence at school and what they were up to. He listened quietly, letting you talk since he loved the sound of your ‘angelic voice’ as he would put it.

You wash the rest of the soap away from his hair and leave the bathroom so he could get changed, going back to the kitchen to help out. You poured yourself and Tyler some soup, the bowls warming up as the boiling liquid was poured inside. You smiled, Tylers mom thanking you before going to the living room with her own bowl of soup along with Taylor. The sick boy finally showed himself, his sweatpants hanging loosely on his waist and his shirt was messily put on. Even tho you’ve dated for about half a year now you still blushed every time you saw him in such a state, or when he gave you kisses.. these gestures still made your stomach do flips and act like a 12 year old girl.

Tyler noticed your flushed state and walked over to you, kissing your cheek before sitting down to eat. You looked away, shoving a spoon full of soup in your mouth to distract yourself. He chuckled softly, making you look at him to see his soft smile. It wasn’t often he smiled like this with the group, always trying to be tough and he was mostly moody but he made exceptions from time to time.

“Thank you for taking care of me, I couldn’t have asked for a better partner then you.” He said and hugged your back, burying his head into your neck.

You smiled, putting away the dishes and turned around to hug him back. He was still a bit warm, but you could tell him temperature went down a good amount. He went to give you a kiss but you stopped him, putting your pointer finger on his lips.

“Nuh uh, no kisses for you, you’re still sick.”

He rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist and put his other arm on the counter, caging you with his body. You knew it would be easy to get away, his body was still weak after all but you let him have his way just this once, completely ignoring the fact you would definitely get sick after this.

“A few germs won’t stop me from kissing mi Alma.”

He said with a little smirk on his face, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled, cupping his cheeks before pulling away. He picked you up, walking to his bedroom and throwing you on the bed. You rolled your eyes, going to get up but you were stopped by Tyler laying himself on top of you.

“Ty, I need to go home my mom and dad will be worried.” You say with a groan, but he just shrugged, telling you to deal with it.

“You can stay the night, I’m sure they don’t mind. Your mom loves me anyway and your dad calls me son so it’s fine.”

You sigh, tangling your hand in his already messy hair without another word. He hummed, satisfied with the fact you stayed and slowly fell into the arms of unconsciousness once more. You too started to feel tired, letting your body rest after the long day of ‘playing nurse’.

Who would’ve guessed that the next morning you would be the one waking up with a raging head ache and a sore throat while Tyler was as energetic as he ever was, teasing you to no end. It was his turn to be so sickeningly sweet to you that you would get better in no time.

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Promise//Sam Winchester

Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam is having doubts about reader going on hunts with him and Dean, but they finally decide to come to an agreement that will make them both happy.

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, subby Sam, angsty Sam, death, violence (the basics lol), mention of Jess.

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Hey guys!!!! Sam is my baby so I wanted to write something for him! Anyways I really like this fic and plot so I hope y’all enjoy it too! love y’all ♡

Sam was always hesitant to take you on hunts, after all you only knew about the business because of him.

Sure there were parts of his job that were rewarding, which made it worthwhile; but there were also parts that he resented. Such as the constant danger, the danger that he tried his best to keep you away from. His worst fear was you ending up like Jess…and that it would all be his fault.

At first you were content with staying behind while Sam and Dean did their thing. But as you learned more about what they did, you grew tired of the lonely hotel rooms. You became restless every time they left, unable to sit back while your boyfriend subjected himself to such horrors.

This is what prompted the argument the two of you were currently having.

“Sam, please let me come just this once!” you retorted.

“I want to be there, I understood at first, but I know what I’m getting myself into now!”

“I’m prepared, you and Dean have taught me everything you know.”

Sam pressed his fingers to his furrowed brow, frustrated.

You could see you were upsetting him, but did he really think you would never have to have this conversation?

“Jesus, Sammy! Let her go, we need an extra pair of hands anyways.” Dean argued, rolling his eyes at his brother.

“I said No!” Sam snapped.

Sam turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, letting his head fall into his hands.

You gave Dean a look, as if to say ‘get out, we need some privacy’.

Surprisingly, he understood.

“I’ll be in the Impala, y’all let me know when you’re ready so we can get to work.”

Dean gave you a nod as he walked out the door, swiftly shutting it behind him.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts.

This was a sensitive subject for Sam, you had to remember, and one that came from a place of love.

“Sammy, love, I know you’re worried, but think of everything you and Dean have survived. Why would I be any different?” You spoke softly, almost as if you were afraid someone might hear.

Sam looked up, his eyes tinged with red, and tears forming around the rim. It was a look of loneliness, of longing, and you knew he needed you the most in this moment.

You walked over to him. You remained standing while he continued to sit.

Sam leaned his head against your stomach.

You could feel his short breaths through your thin shirt, and you knew he was fighting tears. Vulnerability was hard for Sam, and you wanted to do everything possible to make him comfortable.

You wrapped your arms around his head, pulling him even closer. You traced your fingers through his messy, yet soft, brown locks.

Sam sniffled, and you knew by the wet spots you felt on your shirt that he has finally let the tears fall.

You finally decided to sit down, bringing Sam's head up to your shoulder as you did.

"I love you, you know that's why this is so hard for me right?" Sam said finally.

He lifted his head off of you in order to look you in the eye. His bangs hung loosely in front of his face, almost as if they were trying to hide his sad eyes.

"Baby, I know, but you can't let fear control our lives." You moved his hair out of his eyes, and cupped his face with your hands.

Sam nodded as he sank into your touch.

"I know...but I guess, I guess I don't know how."

"How about I promise you this."

Sam looked at you in curiosity.

"You let me come along, but when something becomes too dangerous, you say the word and I'll step to the side."

Sam thought about it for a moment, running a hand through his hair as he did.

"Okay, but you can't let your stubbornness get in the way."

You gasped playfully.

"Sam Winchester I can't believe you're calling me stubborn!"

The two of you shared a moment of laughter before the heavy reality settled in.

"I promise." You pressed your forehead to Sam's as a way to seal the promise, your personal spin on a pinky swear.

Only then did you notice the tension between the two of you, and the urge to feel his lips on yours.

Sam pressed a finger to your lips, his warmth seeping into the soft flesh. You took it in your mouth, running tongue and teeth over it, tasting him.

Sam was the one to break the invisible barrier between the two of you, smashing his lips against yours.

It was a hungry, fiery, passionate kiss. You couldn’t remember the last time you two had shared one like it.

Sam pushed you back, your head hitting the crappy motel mattress. You didn’t care. You needed him, to feel him everywhere all at once.

You gasped as Sam finally removed his lips from yours, but only to move down to your neck and collarbone.

Sam’s hands snaked down your body, reaching your hips and eventually the rim of your jeans.

“Wanna make you feel good, baby.” Sam said breathlessly as he began to fool with the button.

“Aww you don’t have to, you’ve already made me feel so good.” You replied softly.

“Well then I wanna make you feel better than good.” Sam mumbled as he pulled your jeans off your hips. Now there was no way to hide how soaked you were.

Sam gave you a knowing look before removing your panties.

He wasted no time getting to work, shoving two of his fingers deep inside you. He always knew exactly where to put them, hitting that spot that made you roll your hips into him.

“Jesus.” You gasped, the sudden wave of pleasure was almost unbearable.

Sam pumped his fingers in and out of you, and you were surprised by how fast you were reaching your high.

Sure, it had been a while, especially since Sam had been so busy recently; but you didn’t realize how much you had missed this until now.

Sam pulled his fingers out, licking the remnants off.

That must have made him want more because he immediately shoved his face into your pussy.

Sam licked up your wetness before moving to circle his tongue around your clit.

You moaned loudly and reached your hands out to tangle them in his. You pulled softly, giving you something else to focus on other than the fact that you wanted to scream out in pleasure.

“You’re doing so good baby.” You mumbled, making sure he received some much earned praise.

You were so close to your climax when you heard the door swing open.

You knew it was Dean before you even saw him, and you rolled over quickly shoving Sam off of you.

“Jesus Christ. Put your Goddamn clothes on and get your asses in the car.” Dean shouted before slamming the door.

You stopped scrambling to get dressed and let your heads fall into your hands with embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I’ve walked in on him in much worse positions.” Sam laughed.

“One time when-“

You cut him off.

“I’m gonna stop you right there because I would prefer not to learn about your brothers extra curricular activities.”

You shared a moment of laughter before you stood up and finished putting your clothes on.

“I’m glad we had this talk.” Sam pulled you into his chest and kissed you on the forehead.

“Are you sure it was the talking part you liked?” You looked up at him.

He eyed you suspiciously as if to say “you know what I meant.”

You responded by giving him a quick peck on the lips, deciding not to think about the fact that you could still taste yourself on him.

“Let’s go before Dean kills us.”

You grabbed Sam’s hand and dragged him behind you, still ever intent upon keeping your promise.

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❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! ❞ - 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈. 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅. 𝐡𝐜

⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ fluff, black!reader

𝐀𝐍. made this short story so i’m not starving y’all while i write the second chap for the racer series 🙄, im almost done gotta finish sukuna’s part (half way done) then Toji’s 😋.

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞.

- 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

Everybody knows how Megumi is. Always mean muggin somebody, always “Not in the mood” he would say and always look like he wants to punch someone. But what they didn’t know was that this “Tough” Teenager was clingy as a cat, you of all people were the only one to know this secret because you were his #1 victim. Every other day when he was done with a mission with Yuji and Nobara he would always barge into your room instantly going into your arms with you playing with his hair, you were the only person who he would show this side of him to. You found it cute how he’s always so clingy to you but in public he would act like he doesn’t wanna be touched.

As for now, you were laid in your bed watching your tv show as he was laid in between your legs, head on your chest, hands plying in his hair as he took a nap. All that was heard was his soft snores and the sounds coming from your show, your nails scratched between his scalp as you were focused on the screen. When the program was getting good you stopped moving your hand on his head leaning forward getting lost into it, Megumi felt your hands stop making him grumble opening his eyes, turning his head to look at you with furrowed eyebrows that almost looked like a pout, “Why’d you stop.” He asked knocking you out of your trance to look down at him who glared back at you, you softly smiled moving your hand again against his scalp, “Sorry Megs, my show was getting too good.” You chuckled seeing him roll his eyes laying back down on your chest snuggling into your warmth with a low hum.

Again you smiled to yourself he was like a cat who didn’t want its owner to stop petting them. You couldn’t deny of how cute he was, to be honest you liked this side of Megumi. How clingy he was, how soft he is. “You’re just like a cat you know?.” You said as Megumi hummed, “A cat?.” He questioned in a mumble, nodding your head. “Yeah, you’re clingy as a cat, you have an attitude as a cat, everything. Acts mean but really is just a big softie- Ouch!” You yelped feeling a hard pinch on your waist, glaring down at Megumi was hiding the fact that he had a small blush forming on his face, “Shut up.” He mumbled, you furrowed your eyebrows also mumbling a “Make me.” You said as a joke, expecting him to pinch you again but instead of a pinch, he picked his head back up, picking up his body from yours leaning close to you being face to face..placing his lips ontop of yours.

Your eyes widened feeling his soft lips ontop of yours, not getting a chance to react before he pulled away. He saw your surprised look with a small grin, and blush covering his cheeks “How was tha- mmh..” He didn’t finish his sentence before you leaned in taking his lips with yours again, it was a small kiss only lasted a few seconds before pulling away with a childish smile on your face. “Who knew you would be so bold.” You teased watching his face go completely red hiding his face again.

“S-Shut up!”

- 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈

“And then we’re like pow! Then Gojo Sensei was like whoosh! And then-!” Before he could finish that sentence you covered his mouth with a tired look, “Yuji! Please..for the love of Tengen would you be quiet?” You pleaded, he nodded his head slowly up and down taking your hands off his mouth breathing a “Thank you.” Going back to cleaning up his wounds, apparently during a fight for Sukuna’s finger he had gotten hurt, and Sukuna being a real jackass didn’t wanna heal his body. So you we’re stuck being his doctor, it’s not like you mind behind his doctor it’s just…it’s 1am in the morning and you were awaken form your sleep with a limping and bloody Yuji at your dorm door with that nervous smile on his face.

He knew he was gonna get an ear full of you later.

For the most part you cleaned up all the blood on his body, moving to patch up his wounds. When you got done with the second wound you moved on to the last one, you got a cleaning wipe, wiping around the cut to keep bacteria from entering. Putting a white patch on the wound then wrapping it around his arm to secure it. When you gotten done Yuji moved his arm around looking at the patch that was wrapped with a smile.

He always loved when you were his doctor.

“Now. No training, no moving a lot and no-!” You didn’t finish your sentence before he pulled you into a hug now standing in between his legs with a shock look. His arms were wrapped around you as you soon brought up your own to hug him back with a confuse smile, “What’s this for?” You said with a small chuckle as he pulled back to stare at you, “Thank you..for this. Without you i don’t know what i would’ve done.” He chuckled nervously, shaking your head hitting him in his non wounded arm softly. “There’s no need to thank me Yu, after all you are my favorite patient.” You joked with a small laugh as Yuji laughed as well with a small blush on his ears. The room soon went quiet as there was nothing but soft water hitting each other from your water fall machine, and him looking at you.

Almost like he’s nervous.

In his mind Sukuna was practically telling him to kiss you, sick of his thoughts always thinking about you and the want to kiss you. He was so sick of it he felt like throwing up, he was getting more frustrated with the kid the more he fought with him. After a few seconds of going back and fourth, while you turned your attention away from him getting nervous yourself, Sukuna switched with Yuji, grabbing your chin and interlocking lips with his switching back to Yuji before you noticed the marks on his face. Yuji’s eyes widened pulling away fast, “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- I mean i did- but!-.” You didn’t let him finish his stammering before putting your lips with his shutting him up making him squeak but soon leaning into it letting his eyes close. It was a soft and gentle kiss with his hand on your cheek and the other on your waist pulling you closer to him.

For a few more seconds he was first to pull away hiding his in the crook of your neck hugging you close with a big blush on your face. In your mind you were freaking out wanting to scream and jump in excitement but had to keep your cool hugging him back with a big smile on your face, “What are we now?.” You said calmly hiding the excitement in your voice hearing a hum,

“You’re mine now.”

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All Treats For The Barzals

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: alludes to sex

“Mommy! I want to go to this house please!!” Nolan shouts, already on his second sugar high.

It’s about 9 pm, on your final lap for trick or treating with Mat, you, and the kids. This year’s family costumes are Marvel superheroes. You’re dressed as black widow, a tight black suit, red hair and all. Mat is captain america, Nolan is Ironman, Angel is spiderman, and Sloane is spider-gwen, even though nobody will necessarily see her costume as she’s bundled up in her stroller. Angel passed about 30 minutes ago, also in the stroller.

“Are you sure you want to go in, it looks pretty scary,” Mat says to Nolan, adjusting him in his arms and wiping some of the sweat off Nolan’s forehead.

“Daddy, I’m so brave. Remember you tell me when I was scared of the monster under my bed,” Nolan rambles, hands on both of Mat’s cheeks to make sure he’s paying attention.

“You’re right, you are brave. Do you want me or mommy to take you?”

“Mommy’s turn!” You hand the stroller over to Mat, and take Nolan out of his arms.

The chills spreading over your body disappear when your husband’s hand lands on the small of your back. Even through the latex of your costume, you can feel his warmth.

“Make sure my little spiders stay warm, cap,” you whisper, sultry and softly, kissing his lips before you walk off with Nolan.

Mat lets out a deep sigh, hoping his hard on isn’t noticeable through his costume. He knew he was going to struggle the very first time you showed him your costume.

Angel’s cries break him out of his mental images of you spread out on your bed after he rips that costume off of you.

“Daddy, they had full size candy!” Nolan cheers once you both are back with Mat.

“He got really excited, almost ran himself into the side of the house,” you giggle.

“Wow, buddy, that’s so awesome. Are you going to share it with daddy?” Mat plays around, earning a small grimace from his mini me.

“Mommy said no candy for daddy,” Nolan states, holding or hiding behind your leg.

“Eh, did she? I guess I will have to have a conversation with her then,” Mat looks at you with a playful glare, making you smirk.

“What’s wrong with my little man,” you turn your attention to AJ, who’s cuddled up against Mat’s chest.

“He’s tired and cold.” You reach out to smooth your baby’s hair out, pressing a kiss to his head.

“I guess it’s time to go, sorry Nolie. It’s late, we have to get you all to bed,” you softly say to your oldest.

He looks up at you with that familiar Barzal pout, but you know that soon he’ll be the one cranky and tired.

“Sorry, my love. We have to go, c’mon, I’ll carry you the whole way,” he immediately leaps into your arms and settles against your body. He’d be out in no time.

“So, no candy for daddy, eh?” Mat comes up behind you, hands resting low on your hips.

You turn around, shushing him as you just put Sloane down in her crib. She’s sound asleep and you don’t need her daddy waking her up, especially because you still had to get ready for the team’s Halloween party.

It’s when you turn around that he finally notices that your costume is unzipped and hanging at your waist. Your chest is completely bare as you just got done breastfeeding your baby girl.

“You can have something sweet, just not candy,” you mutter, tossing your arms around his shoulders and kissing up his neck.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” he lets out a low guttural moan and you quiet him by pressing your lips to his.

You back him out of Sloane’s nursery and into your bedroom across the hall.

“I’m not teasing,” you say.

“We have to do our costume change and greet the babysitter,” he warns.

“30 minutes is all we need. As for being on time to the party, we can be a little late,” you say, simply taking off your costume and laying out on your bed.

a/n: This was rushed and I don’t necessarily like it, but I do hope y’all enjoy it!

[thatsdemko]

fuck valentine pt 2 - j.hughes

part 1

masterlist

v-day collection

a/n: y’all know the drill on the pairings and such lets just skip to the warnings! I paired two ideas together that were given to me for this!

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of oral + mentions of nudity + mentions of choking/suffocation

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

there’s not a word in the world that could describe how he was feeling. the past couple of days had been agonizing and torture. every day you seemed to come up with a new way of killing him. he was pretty sure he was not going to make it by Saturday.

but somehow? he did. the game was a breeze and he was thankful to finally be home, and you couldn’t have been more excited to finally be underneath him.he couldn’t wait for his drive for passionate and rough sex to be gone.

you heard the sound of the key being inserted in the door and the lock unlatched. a smirk that you just couldn’t hide formed onto your lips looking over at no one other than his mom. she hadn’t seen her son in so long, she was beyond excited to surprise him.

“I’m home! where are you?” jack peaked into the bedroom door that was left cracked open. he saw nothing but a hint of something red displayed on the bed. it took everything in him to ignore it and go find you.

“living room!” you called back hearing his hurried steps coming only to be greeted by his mother standing there, arms open.

his eyes went wide at the sight of her. sure, he was shocked and happy to see her, but there was something on his mind he’d been needing to get off since Tuesday. “mom! what are you doing here?”

“y/n said you were having a hard time so I figured I’d come see you!”

it was partially true. he wasn’t performing well on the ice—all because of you—so when you got the concerning call from Ellen you knew this was one more trick up your sleeve before he could finally get you in bed.

he glared at you while in his mothers tight embrace. you just smiled back giving him a little wave from the couch. it was fun to see him squirm in person. you could only picture how tough it was for him on the road.

Ellen left to go unpack her things in the guest bedroom leaving you two alone for the first time. jack stood there with the inability to move. you could see how hard he was through his grey sweatpants.

“so happy to see you—all of you actually.” you couldn’t stop smiling. after all the many days away you were touch starved of his aggressive hands and his body. but he would have to wait just a little longer.

he watched you get up, making your way over to where he was standing. he inhaled, your perfume that he ever so missed the smell of. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“save that talk for the bedroom.” you winked, “oh and by the way, I’ve got nothing on underneath just to make it easier for you.”

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by the time dinner was finished and Ellen was getting ready for bed, jack was antsy. you could see him squirming out of the corner of your eye all night. he couldn’t stand knowing you had nothing on and the red lace in the bedroom had yet to be worn by you.

you were in the bedroom getting ready for bed yourself when you felt a pair of hands slip under your shirt and touch your breasts, “so when do I get you alone in red lace? I’ve been impatiently waiting.” you could feel his body press against yours from behind you. your butt touching his bulge that hadn’t gone away since Tuesday.

“I was thinking tomorrow, I’m kind of tired.” you said sarcastically, removing his hands from where they were, you turned around to face him, “the lace was expensive, I don’t know if you’ve earned it.”

he scoffed at your words, “I’ve waited since Tuesday, I’ve earned it.”

looking up at him you couldn’t say no. you would be denying it yourself that it’s also been torture for you. every night you went to bed just wanting his hands to choke you. it was a wet dream.

you got on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his lips, “well do what you said. fuck me into oblivion.” before you could even think, you were on the bed and his hands were tugging at the shirt that you were wearing. it was a sight to see with how quick he was moving to get everything off.

“eager much—“

he cut you off with a hard passionate kiss, “shut up.” his lips trailed down your neck, sucking hard at certain places. his hands roamed anywhere and everywhere. he missed your body. it was no fun to try and picture it every night while trying to jerk off.

he finally made his way to your breast, his tongue swiped all across your nipple causing your back to arch and a gasp to escape. he was going to hit every spot he could like it was his last meal.

“I need you in me now, Jack.” you breathed out, your fingers were digging into his scalp at this point trying not to come too early. anything and everything was making you, embarrassingly, wet.

“you gotta wait, pretty girl.” his tongue found the folds of your pussy sucking at every part. he couldn’t believe how wet you were for him. he was going to get every part of you. that being said, when he was finally ready he pushed your legs further apart for him to enter. every part of you ached for him to be inside of you.

“don’t start slow.” you smirked feeling his hand cover your mouth, following your instructions your head slammed against the headboard a couple of times at how rough he was going. you couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t mind.

“all fours, now.” he growled and you didn’t hesitate at his demands. you quickly turned around and you could feel his cold hands on your ass before inserting himself once more. he had a hard grip on your hips guiding your body the way he wanted it. you could hear the soft groans coming from jacks mouth, he wasn’t going to stop until one of you was out of breath from this.

you could feel he was deep, each stroke becoming hard and faster to the point that your arms began to shake trying to keep yourself up right. it was a task you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep up with. it wasn’t long until he found your clit and every ache and joy in your body was expressed in loudest moan you’ve ever given him.

“you like that?” he smirked, he did just that one more time and you were sure to come by now. but jack wasn’t there just yet. he had a few more tricks up his sleeve to finish before that. his hands were tighter now around your waist and this when you knew it was his finale. he went deep with long strokes that turned into shorter and faster ones, your legs were practically shaking trying to keep yourself up.

you could barely get the words out before you felt yourself coming. “I-I can’t—“

“I’m almost done.” he cut you off, the squeaking of bed you were sure was enough to wake up his poor mother, who was two doors down. you couldn’t handle the thought of morning conversation tomorrow, but right now? you were waiting for Jack to give the words. it was getting hard to hold off.

you were sure you were going to explode when he finally told you to come, and when you did he was right there to clean up the mess with his mouth. finally done, you were so sore that collapsing onto the bed hurt. you slowly turned around to face your boyfriend who was dripping in sweat with a smile on his face.

“feel better now?”

“never fuck with me on Valentine’s Day.”

[hyatoro]

Hwang Minsu Mating V2

Alpha!Reader x Omega!Minsu

This time reader does the penetrating.

It’s the same as my other one where Minsu penetrates but other way around. 

Read Other Version Here (Minsu Penetrates)

It’s one of those nights where he has to work unfortunately. And you explicitly said that you had no plans to visit him that night. He was moping, not that he looked any different to the public eye when he wasn’t by your side. 

He’s super pouty behind his mask and every moment that he’s not dealing with a customer he’s on his phone looking at his pictures of you. Some of them were taken without your knowledge, but you’re not really concerned. You already knew what you were dealing with. 

But his favorite ones are the ones where you took his phone and took a selfie of you two together. It always warms his heart to look at and he gets this dopey smile on his face. Because you liked him!!! You wanted to make memories with him in frame!! The ones with only you have their own charm, untainted by his existence, but he can’t hide how happy the ones with you both make him. 

He gets off his shift at 6am when he exchanges with the morning guy, greeting him politely before hurrying home. Only to see you waiting for him by the exit. 

Minsu stops in his tracks and rubs his eyes to make sure this isn’t some hallucination he manifested by staring at your photos. 

When you smile at how silly he’s being, he rushes you, wrapping his arms around you tight. You return the hug just as hard and every muscle in his body relaxes as he melts into your embrace. 

“W-What are you doing here!? I thought you couldn’t come?” 

“I did. I needed to sleep. And now I’m here.”

!!!! <3 <3 <3 !!!!

Clings onto you for another few minutes before finally allowing the both of you to walk again. He looks tired so you invite him to your place since it’s closer than his. Of course he accepts whole-heartedly. 

He accepts the shower you offer, indulging in all your stuff. When he’s done he’s all sparkly like a new man. Degreased. 

You let him sleep in your bed while you do chores, and he gets a solid 6 hours of sleep before waking up, his body only taking what’s necessary before waking up to spend time with you. By then it’s lunch time and his groggy ass gets up to snuggle up wherever you are. You happened to be making lunch so you give him a kiss on his head when he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. He makes this goofy ass sound when he goes heh heh as you do so. 

Y’all eat lunch and get to cuddling on your couch when you’re snuggled up to his neck this time. After a few more whiffs you realize that his heat is approaching. You tell him as much. 

“A-Ah… Is it? I- Um… Is that a problem for you? I can go put on a patch or leave-” he rambles, unwilling to leave your side but not wanting to be a burden on you. Which you quickly fix by kissing him and telling him to shut up. He listens. 

You say, “It’s not necessarily a problem, but I wanted to ask if you wanted to spend it with me?” And you’re nuzzling your nose into his scent glands. He could not refuse you even if he wanted to. So what makes you think he would as is? 

“Yes!” He shouts before you change your mind, stretching his neck out further as he gets breathy, baring himself to you. “Yes yes yes, I want to spend my h-heat with you…” 

If he could manually start his heat right fucking now he would. 

You chuckle before kissing his neck and whispering your words into his skin. “Then it’s a plan.”

He is squirming in your lap and you can literally smell his arousal. He can’t hide his neediness and is actively rubbing up against you, but the tiniest bit of shame he has left has him hiding his face behind his hands. 

With him so sweet and pretty in your arms how could you not pamper him? And since he’s so eager you might as well ask, “Hey, Minsu. I’ve got another thing to ask you.”

“Whatever it is, the answer is yes.” Zero hesitation. 

Your teeth grazes his skin, right where mates mark each other, and he almost creams his pants right then and there. His body twitches as he whimpers and whines even though you’ve barely done anything. 

“Can I claim you, sweetheart?” you whisper the golden words into his ear.

The man hops off and starts ripping his clothes off as fast as possible, terrified that you might be joking or change your mind. “I said the answer is yes!” 

You’re stunned but also admiring him and his tenacity when he suddenly starts stripping you too. “Whoa! Easy there, sweetheart. Let’s take this to the bed.” Your amusement and confidence has him folding and begging you to move faster. He is physically shoving you towards the bedroom, but it’s super ineffective cause he is so fucking weak. Your mind tells you to get some meat on his bones later. 

You’re excited too so you hurry to your bedroom, and as hot as you are in your rumpled clothing from his failed attempt to strip you, he is back to trying to take your clothes off. 

At this point you understand why he’s rushing you but ease his worries with some kisses and words of reassurement. “This is an important moment, Minsu. I’m not going to rush it. I promise I’m not going to change my mind and back out or anything. If you want to-”

“Absolutely not!”

You stifle a laugh. “I was going to say it would be fine if you changed your mind halfway through, but it seems I don’t have to worry about that.”

He whines as he bares himself to you, urging you to hurry up, though the franticness of it has subsided, the assurance working. It was just plain old impatience now. 

You finally, finally, remove your clothes and he is mesmerized the entire time. He’s seen glimpses before, through the gap in your curtains when you’ve changed, but this? This was entirely different. He looks at you with awe and lust, barely holding back from lunging at you for a taste since you told him to lay back. 

Then you crawl over him and cage him between your arms, a devilish grin on your face. The poor boy is so ridiculously wet it’s kind of insane to think about. 

His legs wrap around you, grinding up into your hips as his arms cling to you, begging for more touch. You yield to his desires, devouring him just as expected. It’s only been heavy petting and he’s already a mess. 

You take his hand and kiss his wrist, taking in his sweet scent, letting his arousal mix with yours as you nip at the skin there. Minsu is so whiny and it shows. 

When you line yourself up with him you look at his face and he is so fucking horny he’s shaking, his head vigorously nodding yes. As you sink into him he cries out, hands grasping at you in any capacity as his eyes slam shut. The visual stimulus is too much, but when he can’t see all he can think about is how you feel and that doesn’t help either. 

He’s begging you. He doesn’t say what he’s begging for though. It’s just a long string of “please please please please please fuck please…” Is he asking for you to hold on and wait or is he asking that you move? Yes. He can’t fucking decide so you do it for him and raise your hips up and slam back down. 

His head flies back and he lets out a string of curses.

Then you grab him by the chin, thumb pushing his mouth open and press against his tongue. He moans and licks it obediently. When you tell him to open his eyes however he’s hesitant to do so, and when he does, he stares at your face. 

“Are you going to waste my time and not even pay attention to the show I’m giving you? After all that effort you put in trying to see me naked?” 

Every single fucking thing you’ve said and done has him hanging by a fucking thread and when eyes finally trail down to see where you’re connected he disobeys your orders and shuts his eyes back closed, grunts and whines as he does so. 

“Oh~ I see how it is. You’re not going to be good for me? Y’know, bad boys don’t get marked, Minsu~ I thought you wanted to be claimed?” your honeyed voice teasing him. 

He’s crying. He is legit crying. “Nononononooo. Pleasepleaseplease I’ll be good. I just- I can’t- I want it to last- Fuck-” his eyes try to open. He sees your pretty face in a mock pout. He sees how your cock disappears into him. And his eyes shut again, tears falling from his eyes. “I-I-I’m sorry! I want to be good! I- FUCK-”

And you feel him convulse around you. His cries are so hot as his body tenses. His own cock spilling cum onto his stomach. It takes a while for him to come down from his high.

He’s hiding his face as he sobs, apologizing and begging for another chance. That he’ll do better and that you should please fucking claim him. Please for the love of god claim him. 

You have never been so fucking horny in your life. You wipe away his tears after moving his hands and give him reassuring kisses. “Of course I’m going to claim you. I promised you, didn’t I? It’s okay, honey. Just take some deep breaths and calm down.” 

He’s nodding, suppressing his hiccups as he listens. When he’s gotten to a point where he’s calm again you start thrusting into him slowly again. His own soft cock doesn’t stay that way for long, considering he’s insatiable when it comes to you. 

It all builds up again, but this time he’s not constantly on the brink of cumming too soon. It’s still close though. 

When you start kissing his neck, leaving a line of hickies for him to find later, he is back to grasping at your back, neck outstretched as much as it can. You take the moment to bask in how delicious his scent is right then, before you mark him as yours. 

With one last look on his face for any doubt, of which you find none, you finally go for the kill, biting and breaking his skin where every mated couple has done so in all of history. 

If you thought the moans from when he came too soon were wanton, then this was downright scandalous. 

The primal aspect of it has you going feral as you come alongside him this time, biting down even harder, barely keeping in mind to not actually hurt him. 

When you two relax you’re lapping at the blood on his neck and he’s just this shivery mess of limbs. His mind is so fucking clouded and if his body were in better condition he’d be begging to do it all over again. 

Once he’s no longer bleeding you kiss the mark before kissing him. The taste of his blood on your lips really makes the act feel real, his tongue lazily prodding yours until you flop over next to him. 

His breath and voice are still shaky as he thanks you profusely. You wipe the two of you down with some towels and he thanks you again. When you lay back down his shivering body then curls up into your arms as you pull the blanket up over you two. 

His thoughts aren’t even words anymore. They’re just hearts. Just a bunch of <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 with you in mind.  ❤️  ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯  ❤️

[ghostify--2]

“Stop making Zander a softie” this, “stop making Jake a softie” that, WHAT ABOUT HENRY? Y’all, the amount of videos I’ve seen where Henry is just a cute, sensitive little guy who hides behind Liam and is extremely shy makes me… ugh. He’s a bully, he’s extroverted, and somewhat overconfident with the way he seems to expect Lia to like him. People baby him just because of, what, his height? Are we really going to make him into a lil baby because he’s short? He also doesn’t seem like the type to cry. I mean, the dromies all give off toxically masculine vibes. He’s not going to cry at every little inconvenience and I’m TIRED of people acting like he would

[showtoonzfan]

I really try to understand and reread the Ken document to see where Viv’s supporters are coming from, but I’m sorry, all I thought when I was done reading it is that Vivienne is just mentally unstable to the point where she can’t carry a normal and steady conversation without either being petty or freaking out. I think that’s why so many of her peeps and fans excuse her because they see her in a vulnerable state and see her say she’s “shaking” and that she can’t handle this, so everyone coddles her and thinks that Ken must have said something to warrant a reaction like this out of Vivzie…….expect….they didn’t.

Ken never harassed or poked Vivzie, they never got angry and forceful, but when they reasonably give Viv VALID constructive criticism about how she should be crediting her artists since she’s leading an INDIE team (and can’t figure that out apparently since she compared herself to fucking Disney) apparently that was enough to send Vivzie off the edge immediately and think that Ken was attacking her, when Ken said it themselves, they were just talking to her. To have fans paint Ken out to be this needy person who demanded credit in unwarranted aspects is disgusting, because what they said in their document was true. They HAD been responsible for writing MAIN plot points, jokes, and ideas that all made their away into the final product, and the fact that they only got an “additional writing” credit rather than having their name up with Viv, Dave, and Raymond is bullshit.

Viv’s point she had made of Ken’s writing only being in the “early stages” is literally a lie because what they wrote ended up in the final product, not only writing main jokes but Alastor being in the pilot and investing in the hotel, Angel being there for free rent and being the first hotel patron, Charlie trying to convince those of redemption ect. And then when the two brushed it aside, good ol’ perfect Vivzie called Ken an abuser to others, saying false things behind their back while ALSO pretending to be nice to them upfront. That’s my biggest issue. Tell me one instance where Ken was “abusing” Vivzie. They weren’t, Viv is just so fucking emotionally sensitive with zero thick skin and sees anyone daring to criticize her as an attack, and she’s STILL like that to this day. I really don’t see how people can read a document of her not only tracing and not crediting someone, but talking lies behind someone’s back while also being nice..and STILL support her, I really can’t. And it’s funny when some of y’all think that we want Hazbin to cease to exist or Helluva to stop running….no….we don’t give a shit about the shows, we want Viv to get the consequences of her actions and her victims to get justice. We want her to own up to what she’s done, especially the recent drama, and yet she never does cause in her eyes she can do no wrong. She always fucking acts like she did nothing wrong, or blames her behavior on everyone but herself. She’s a 30 year old woman, she acts like a child and needs to be kicked down a notch. She never learns from her experiences or gets better and it really is tiring to see people side with her EVERY single time, despite their being countless evidence clear as day that she’s an entitled brat, with even ANOTHER spindle-member coming out and revealing that they were mistreated as well:

All I can say is that I hope more members are inspired to come out, and not afraid, especially since there are ex members who came out that we haven’t heard a word from, like Salem Squidder, the person above, even Ashley Nichols. People need to realize that wether you like Viv or not, people were HURT by her, and she needs to come forward and confront it, not vague tweet and hide behind her fanbase, leaving everyone to fight her battles instead of herself.

[arclundarchivist]

Spoilers C3E101

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The Light has echoes here.

A man hiding his grief behind a mask.

A woman seeking acceptance.

One who only wishes to love constantly faced by betrayal.

A wild thing, tired and aching, seeking release.

A creator, haunted by meaning and finality and seeking more.

And one who was just trying to learn what it meant to be.

That found the same answer, love.

Downfall, blew my expectations out of the water.

And god do I want to know the BHs reactions to all of that.

But more than that, I want to know what became of the Cassida’s son? Trist’s children? Selena? Where did the Arch Heart send her?

And another question, or perhaps a worry… Cassida’s body… is likely still within Aeor. Preserved

Death’s Arbiter is chained, and resurrection only works on the Moon.

I have some worries

But back to the Gods, we saw them for who they are now, the guilt and dispassion and choices.

All their choices, their origins, their denials and acceptances…

We saw, and the Bells saw, that the Gods can change.

They’ve done it before. Can they not do it again?

I’m not sure if that is the message Ludinus wanted the Bells to see, the question is… will that be what they come away from it with.

Aeor Fell, but not just because of Divine Intervention.

But Human Error.

Yes, fate deigned that this is the path we walk, the history already established.

But now we see the other paths that could have been walked.

One where a woman is not slighted and her wish does not burrow in the minds of thousands.

One where the Betrayal works as intended.

One where Hope and New Dawn got their wish.

It’s all… choices. Not Fate, not really.

But if there’s one thing I can come away from… it’s the Moon gets a free pass on eating Asmodeus.

He set… all of it up.

And in the end, it was a trap that he wished to use to kill his Kin, something they never contemplated.

Also taking the face of Trist’s husband was… just another petty cherry atop his shit sundae of a persona.

Utter Bastard that he is.

Moon Food he should be.

Excited, and admittedly a bit tense for next session cause what happens there, makes or breaks this campaign for me.

Now it’s nearly five in the mornin, and I’m going the fuck to sleep. See y’all next Thursday!

Edit: Sidenote is the Everlight Caduceus’s ancestor?? Cause we had two semidivine Firbolgs being defended by the Champion of Death and folks tied to the Wildmother so I gotta just wonder…

[otakubimbo]

The Rabbit and the Wolf

Chapter 3

You’re just starting to get used to living back in the village. Spending time with your sister. Helping out all the teams. Even enjoying times with friends. All of your friends?

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18+MDNI

You hadn’t even broken a sweat. Team 7 on the other hand laid out in front of you. Truthfully they did do a good job, they were just new to being ninjas and there’s always room for growth. They had decided to take you on one at a time and then all together. Kind of a stupid idea because it just tired them out but it was good to see what they had individually. Kakashi didn’t even intervene or give any suggestions, just sat under a tree reading his perv book. You squat down to Sakuras level.

“Also, just to let you know I’m only 25. I’m not old.” You state poking her in the forehead and she groans. Kakashi chuckles softly to himself. “But since y’all at least tried your best, I’ll treat y’all to ramen.” You grin and Naruto jumps up yelling his favorite catch phrase. You chuckle, he still had some energy left, looking back at Kakashi you stand.

“I’m not paying for you though, you didn’t do anything” you state helping Sakura up groaning. Once all the kids are up, you throw your arm over Sasukes shoulder leading them to ramen. Kakashi slowly drags behind y’all. You’re going on about what they all need to work on and if they actually pay attention and train hard they may be able to land a hit on you in about 20 years.

Your face is so bright as you speak, Kakashi can barley take his eyes off of you. He was already mesmerized watching you spare with his students. Spare is a strong word but the way you danced around them so gracefully, like a dance. The way you moved always impressed him, it told everything about your skill as a ninja. Strong. Gracefully. Deadly. With a sigh, he follows behind y’all until you pick a spot to eat. This situation was going to be complicated at best, a disaster for him at worst.

The next few weeks fly by as you sit into a routine. You go visit your sister, train with Team 7, home and repeat. The boys were showing great progress, Sakura was well….doing her best? EH she was still too busy trying to impress Sasuke in a way that he really didn’t care about but ya know that’s just how some girls were. You had met with all the other teams but the 5th really wanted you to stay with team 7 for whatever reason so you only helped with training with them on the occasion. Today was one of those occasions, you were with team 8. You and Kurenai were as close as one person could really be to you because one night y’all got too drunk and you told her all your business. You really need to work on your drinking habits.

You did enjoy her team though, you really liked Hinata. She was shy and self conscious but you saw the potential, you could see it in the way that she moved. A diamond in the ruff. You and Kurenai were casually talking as her team was trying to find the scroll that you hid somewhere in the village. You actually didn’t hide anything and were wondering how long it would take for them to figure out. The most important part about being a ninja is using your head.

“So have you and Kakashi actually talked about anything other than work yet?” Kurenai asks and you groan pulling a cigarette out of your pocket and light it.

“No, and I would actually like to keep it that way. There’s literally nothing to talk about. We definitely aren’t friends anymore, just coworkers.” You relent taking a drag.

“You don’t miss him?” She questioned with an eyebrow raised which makes you grown again and roll your eyes.

“Shit, probably but that was all ruined ages ago. I ruined it and he ruined it.” You plopped yourself down under a tree. She just sighs at you with her hand on her hip. For some reason, she thinks if y’all actually just talked to each other like normal people everything would just fix itself. Impossible. If it wasn’t for your sister and the joy you were getting from helping the teams out, you would have half the mind to bury yourself back into work and never speak to him again. Even though, y’all only talked about training it still felt like old times and you hated it. You did miss him. You missed him since the day you couldn’t find him after y’all’s night together. Not even in a sexual or romantic sense, you missed you friend.

“Y/N’ Kurenai states taking you out of your thoughts, you look up at her. “It’s literally been two years, just give it a chance. We are all having drinks tonight, come.”

You were about to speak when Shino approaches, obviously realizing your trick. After congratulating him for being the first one to figure it out, y’all wait for the other two. Of course it took Kiba the longest and you almost thought you would have to go find him.

At this point, you had hoped Kurenai would have dropped the situation but she didn’t. Once her team was dismissed she stopped you before you could leave.

“You’re coming.” She says, not a question but a statement. You sigh and relent.

“Fine” You say waving her off, you agreed on seeing her tonight. Of course you wanted to go out with her, she was your friend but you spending time with Kakashi outside of training wasn’t anything you truly wanted to do. It’s not like you’ve never had casual conversations with people you’ve slept with before but obviously this was different. You were inside your own head the whole way home even while trying to get ready for the night. It’s not like you were anxious, well you were a little anxious. You’ve been in near death situations and this is what you’re anxious about. You’ve killed people and this is what you’re anxious about?!?! Before you leave you grab a bottle of sake you had and took a swig.

Once you arrive at the bar the only ones who are there are Kurenai and Asuma. Good. You can have a few drinks and maybe even a smoke before having to deal with the absurd awkwardness that was to be this night. Kurenai was happy but surprised to see you. She just knew you weren’t actually going to show up, but if you were going to not only be in the village for a while but you work closely with him again so it’ll be in everyone’s best interest to just be friends again. That was your plan at least.

You were really enjoying yourself, you really needed this time. It was so nice to actually be able to relax for once without the looming thought of having to go on another mission soon. You did need a smoke though and as you go to light your cigarette, your lighter is dead.

“Asuma, help me out” You state leaning towards him with the cigarette in your mouth. As he goes to light it for you is when Kakashi and Guy show up. You slowly pull back with your now lit cig.

“Hmmn, didn’t know you smoked.” Kakashi states sitting across from you.

“Yeah, Asuma got me in the habit. He’s a terrible influence.” You say taking a long drag. Asuma chuckles and Guy slaps in on the back with a loud laugh. That cut the awkward tension a bit and then the drinks started flowing. Well the drinks were flowing for everyone but Kakashi, he wasn’t drinking that much, he wasn’t drinking at all actually.

“Kakashi! MY FRIEND! Why are you not joining us in the drinks!” Guy exclaims, loud as ever. You pound back a shot and look at him. He glanced at you but quickly looked away.

“Just here for the company.” He shrugs sitting back.

“But you were just saying how you needed a drink tonight!” Guy still yelling and you could feel the glare Kakashi was giving him which almost made you choke on your drink with laugher. Only you and Kurenai seemed amused.

After a few more drinks and some fun conversation, you knew you were done. Everything was kind of spinning and you probably had a few too many shots, tomorrow was going to be hell. Oh well, you had a good night and it wasn’t even too awkward with Kakashi. Yall laughed at the same jokes and you even gave him a smile or two. Mostly due to the liquor but it almost felt like hold times.

“Okay. Okay. It’s time for me to go.” You confess going to stand up and almost falling over yourself.

“Kakashi! Walk her home since you’re sober.” Asuma suggests and you shoot him a wide eyed look and then an immediate glare to Kurenai. Now why was she telling her man your business.

“Oh no, it’s fine. It’s fine. I got it. Yup.” You say even though you stumble a bit but get your feet perfectly planted under yourself. Kakashi stands up anyways.

“I got it, I know the way” He says placing his hand on your shoulder to guide you out and you just let him. There was no use in making a scene because that would just make the situation even more awkward.

He’s walking with his hands in his pockets, slightly in front of you as if he was guiding the way.

“Thanks for walking me home.” Your voice barely audible, if it wasn’t for it being silent there was no way he would have heard you.

“It’s not a new thing” He says casually. Yeah he said that but it surely felt like a new thing. It wasn’t like old times. Yall walk in silence until you get to your house. As always after drinking, you fumble with your eyes. Sighing, Kakashi takes them and opens the door for you and you mumble a thanks. Before going inside you turn back to him.

“Uhm Kashi.” You softly say, the nickname feeling so familiar to him. He looks at you questioning and takes a step forward.

“Can we go back to being friends again? I don’t want things to be awkward between us anymore and….” You say, taking a pause but feeling the liquid courage hitting you “ I do miss you.”

“Friends.” He says and the way he said it confused you. You take a step forward and look up at him.

“Yeah. Friends” you state even though it felt like you could barely breath. Your eyes a little hazy and watery from having too much to drink. He looked down at you for a moment and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Maybe he was just fine with being casual coworkers. But then he pulled his headband up and mask down. Now you were even more confused, you searched his face for any hint of what would be going on in his mind.

“Friends” He said again, a little different this time. Breathy. Slowly, you nod your head. You had no clue what was going on and it seemed as if he was also looking for answers. It was like he was waiting for something or contemplating something.

When it didn’t look like he found what he was looking for, he responded “ Friends, okay. We can be friends” and pulls his mask back up.

You just nod and he takes a step back. You blink a few times.

“Drink some water and go to bed. Goodnight” He plainly says turning away and leaving you in your door way.

This was good, yeah? Yeah. Friends. Good. Yeah.

[heterophobicdyke]

do you think bi women who only date women could use femme/butch? i’ve read that it was used by bisexuals since it was developed before the communities separated. i’m totally fine with lesbian being an exclusionary label though it wasn’t in the past, because words evolve and meanings change. but i’m not sure that should mean bi women don’t get to use terms they historically have? i already feel like since the label bisexual wasn’t used/widespreadt for a long time, bi women who participated in the lesbian community in the past get forgotten/ignored. i do however realize queer people tend to do a lot of history revisionism, so i wanted to hear your opinion on it.

ps. obviously if someone dates/seeks men they shouldn’t call yourself any of those terms.

I’m sorry but I am so so so tired of people making up that “all SSA women used to use lesbian.” No they didn’t. I even reached out to multiple lesbian historians and literally everybody said they have heard this shit before but nobody backs it up with meaningful proof.

There are fakers of every label, of course. But what bisexuals refer to when they say “lesbian used to be for bisexuals and lesbians” is because many more lesbians (female homosexuals!) were married or in longterm relationships with men before coming out because they literally had no other choice. Bisexuals take that to mean the lesbians are just stealing every SSA woman from history, rather than understanding why lesbians entered those relationships without desiring men at all.

You know where most bisexuals were back in the day? In desired relationships with the opposite-sex. Like today. But even more often back then, for reasons I hope are obvious. Same-sex relationships were even more dangerous to be in, which means less OSA women are going to risk it all on a SSA relationship because they’re capable of finding comfort within the heteronormative expectation. They’re able to find accepted love.

The true revisionism is this anonymous ask. “Lesbian” as a term to be identified with really only took off in the 1960s (but it is first documented in the late 1800s - around the same time “bisexual” was first documented). The word lesbian and the word bisexual gained popularity within a decade of each other, in the 1960s/1970s. And previously to that, in the 50s, lesbians mainly called themselves homophiles or gay. “Lesbian” became a way to carve out our own terminology seperate from gay men, during a period filled with so much frustration towards their misogyny within the gay rights/homophile movement that we turned to radical feminism - only to find so much homophobia. So if what you mean by it being a shared term is when bisexuals appropriated lesbianism by calling themselves “political lesbians,” literally using the ‘political’ because they KNEW they weren’t actual lesbians, then here’s a friendly reminder that homophobic pockets of OSA women appropriating lesbianism does not mean that the term was for all SSA women.

There are still bisexuals who believe everything lesbian, include butch/femme, should be for bisexuals (especially female-leaners), because nobody erases bisexuality like bisexuals. Bisexuals need to socialise and build community more with fellow bisexuals because y’all can’t keep complaining about the world seeing things as straight or gay when we are literally begging you to admit your bisexuality and stop hiding behind homosexual terminology. Nobody thinks of bisexual when they hear butch/femme. You would be willingly using terms people associate with lesbians, as a male-attracted woman. And while I’m sure the odd bisexual woman used those terms in the 1930s-1950s, most of you were in desired marriages with men safe from accusations of perversion.

How many bisexuals would have been in butch/femme working class dyke bars in the 50s? Come on. It’s like saying bisexuals should be able to reclaim “dyke” because they may have had it shouted at them before. What about GNC straight women? Should they, too, get to call themselves “dyke” because a man might shout it at them from a car window? I hate how downplayed it is that bisexuals tend to focus their attention on men. It’s not their fault because male/female relationships are normalised and it genuinely is hard being gay or gay-passing. But you can always go back to men and you usually do. So dabbling with lesbian terminology is not on. Create your own terms.

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Bad Batch': Pabu

So, maybe it's because the Razorbacks are currently up over the Tigers, which makes Doug's LSU loving self extra fired up this evening, but I have made the mistake of asking him again about his opinion on the episode after 'The Outpost', which was 'Pabu'.

He called this both 'HR Goes to Daytona' and 'Did I miss an episode?'.

Doug: Make sure you put one of my Baton Rouge boys on the internet too right now. GEAUX TIGERS.

CW: Doug insults everyone, everything, and is generally a cantankerous old jerk in this one. His wife should have unplugged his internet. Lots of adult everything, ranging from language to...well, if you're under 18, please be warned.

Prepare thyself, especially if you're a TechxPhee fan. The amount of angry emojis I got in the text messages were pretty wild.

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'Pabu' aka 'HR Goes to Daytona'

Oh it’s Church Lady and it’s Sunday service. Why is little orphan blondie in the bar with her? Daddy Rambo has his knife but you know the man was plowing vodka out of sight here. He’s tired.

I thought he hated Church Lady? Did I miss an episode?

Ah, now Ryan-from-Accounting is playing solitaire. Atta boy, get your mind off the bitch wife Laura. If he makes out with that garbage robot I’ll throw up. 

Time to skee-daddle. Woah! Church Lady just grabbed Ryan-from-Accounting. That man looks terrified, probably because he found a Youtube video of her taking down muggers behind Manning's after a Pelicans game. Bitch wife Laura gonna blow a gasket.

But such is the way of the Church Lady, I have known many in my day. “I groped the hot new usher in Jesus’s house, but it’s okay, The Lord forgives”.

(praise the Lord and pass the Tabasco)

No, seriously, did I miss an episode? I feel like I did.  

Houma-BBQ bitch is bitching, as is her wont. I wonder what sauce her tail would taste best with. Carolina Gold? I’d cook her brisket style. Oh, wait, back to the show. 

And now they’re on paradise! Daytona Beach! Who is this guy, he looks like he used to play hoops now he plays how much dessert he can eat at Golden Corral. Props to him, that lava cake is gold. Hope Rex and Toaster Strudel are there.

Where are Rex and Toaster Strudel.

No, really, where are Rex and Toaster Strudel.

I’m getting real mad here, where are Rex and Toaster Strudel. 

CHURCH LADY, GET BACK IN YOUR SPACE UBER AND GO FIND REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL. I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR MUSEUM OF SHIT YOU FOUND IN PEOPLE’S BACKYARDS AND THE DUMPSTER BEHIND THE KEY LARGO PUBLIX, GO GET REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL.

SHOVE RYAN-FROM-ACCOUNTING BACK INTO THE DRIVER’S SEAT, PAY FOR HIS GAS, AND GO GET REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL. 

“You have some competition”. From what, there’s gonna be a hot dog eating contest or something? Why does Ryan-from-Accounting look so upset? 

(“I think they’re trying to set him and Phee up, Doug.” “What, when did that happen? Did I miss an episode?”)

Ryan-from-Accounting looks either sad or excited and I’m so confused. Maybe it’s because I’ve been married since before the dinosaurs but why is he either frowning and freaked out by Church Lady or smiling at Church Lady? Is he having a breakdown like my nephew did after he lost his job? Does Bitch Wife Laura know about this? Does he like Church Lady or is he planning on pepper spraying her? Did I miss an episode? Is this how the children flirt on the Ticky-Tack? No wonder y’all aren’t getting married any more. 

(“Doug, you did not miss an episode. And it is called Tik-Tok.” “I MISSED AN EPISODE. I KNOW I DID, AND IT IS CALLED THE TICKY-TACK!!!”) 

Ya know who would solve these questions? REX AND MOTHER LOVING TOASTER STRUDEL, WHO AIN’T HERE. THEY NEED TO BE HERE. WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THEM CHURCH LADY. 

Oh lovely, Hoops forgot to make a reservation at BoneFish, so they’re having his gas station sushi. Not one shrimp or crab on that table? Y’all Hoops is failing so hard right now, as a boy from Louisiana I’m just offended. His momma raised that man WRONG. 

You know who would love sushi on the beach while watching the sun set? REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL, and Daddy Warcrimes and Sassy Park Ranger too. 

I MISS SASSY PARK RANGER ALREADY!!!!!!

But no, Rex and Toaster Strudel are busy at work saving the galaxy while Julio and the gang throw back cocktails and stare at the sun like they dropped cheap acid they bought in a sketchier part of Biloxi. Which is all of Biloxi, I guess. 

Oh, and Ryan-from-Accounting is awkward around Church Lady and stares at his phone lest that Bitch Wife Laura of his get a snap of them sitting together and Little Orphan Blondie pets a monkey. I hope they all get food poisoning. I’m so mad.

They need Toaster Strudel the way I need FSU to lose this weekend, I have money on that game too. WHY IS ARKANSAS STILL UP IN THE SECOND QUARTER.

Ah, Little Orphan Blondie’s on a boat with her new buddy, that’s nice. If she doesn’t find Rex and Toaster Strudel out in the ocean with James Cameron I hope–oh, shoot, I was in the navy. I know what that water means. Oh boy.

Well bless Ryan-from-Accounting, he watches Big Tuna and knows how to do a rescue. Church Lady looks happy. He finally touched her, it only took a natural disaster and a whole lot of nagging on her part. Oh, poor Church Lady, you need a guy who actually likes you back. 

Seriously, why does that man look like the subject of them shitty videos HR makes us watch once a year so we don’t get sued? I don’t know, but I’m starting to understand why his Bitch Wife Laura is the way she is. I can’t believe the episode they filmed in Daytona makes me feel for her, but it do. 

(“Doug, you’re making up Bitch Wife Laura in your head. She’s not in the show.” “Well, it’s clear that I missed some episodes, so maybe I missed the Bitch Wife Laura ones.” “No, you didn’t miss any, I promise.” “Are you SURE?!”)

Man, the tsunami got people running like it’s Black Friday Wal-Mart in Tampa. But they rescued an old guy and Daddy Rambo got the stolen work truck working to rescue the kids. Hooray, I guess. 

You know who would have done a better job? Of all of this?

REX AND MOTHER-LOVING TOASTER STRUDEL. But they ain’t here!

(Doug's love for them runs hard and it runs deep, for which I can empathize)

You know who should have been on a beach horking down Mai Tais and getting into Church Lady and her handsy hands?

POOR POOR SASSY PARK RANGER. BUT HE DIED BACK IN WYOMING.  I bet he’d love a back massage from Church Lady too! He’d sass her, she’d sass him back, and they’d make out on the beach while Daddy Warcrimes played the saxophone behind them or something. I support that. I’d like that. He’s got brown eyes.*

Make it work, Star Wars, damn it. 

(Doug has unlocked a new rarepair, I guess: Mayday and Phee? WTF?)

Well they’re hanging out here in Daytona for the time being, I guess. Julio passed out under a tree like a drunk uncle at a cookout. Everyone's smiling.

I’d be smiling too, knowing that REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL ARE ACTUALLY SAVING PEOPLE WHILE YOU CLOWNS STOMP AROUND FLORIDA. 

Stop smiling at Church Lady, Ryan-from-Accounting! Is it because you finally filed HR complaint paperwork or because you filed for divorce papers from Bitch Wife Laura? Why are you smiling?! Church Lady belongs to Sassy Park Ranger! 

(“Doug…Sassy Park Ranger’s dead. He and Church Lady never met. You need to stop.” “IF THEY CAN BRING PALPATINE BACK, THEY CAN BRING SASSY PARK RANGER BACK TOO!”) 

*=I NEED FAN ART OF THIS NOW, please @amalthiaph! Help me out!

[im-out-of-it]

continued yet again season 1, episode 5 if y’all are still attending

42. this right here is why I will always hate the way jace speaks to Alec. he blames Alec for losing sight of clary. HE IS NOT A BABYSITTER. clary is 18 and she made her choice. she took advantage, saw Alec on the phone distracted and chose to run off. everything jace says goes back to how Maryse treats him. literally almost everyone is so nasty and disrespectful to Alec. he’s trying to keep his family, his livelihood, his responsibilities together and makes sure jace doesn’t go off and make things worse.

43. Jace is acting like clary is pregnant or something smh you literally just met her a day ago and suddenly she’s your world?

44. Alec warned Simon and clary that it was dangerous to go there but did they listen? it’s mostly on clary but Simon follows along with her idiotic plans

45. “perhaps the accords don’t provide equal protection for all shadow realms.” -meliorn coming in with the tea all steamy and hot 🔥 “perhaps all threats don’t affect us the same way.” because when it comes down to it, shadowhunters can go on and do whatever they please but valentine wants the downworlders dead.

46. “Damn it alec. Clary snuck out of the institute.” “And yet you’re blaming our brother?” tell him off Isabelle because how is this on Alec?

47. if I were Alec, I would’ve gone off on jace. how dare he accuse you aren’t doing a good enough job, reminding you of your mothers cruel words and still making you track some idiotic girl? Jace did not get called out enough!!!

48. poor Simon getting kidnapped again but the wolves are here!!!!!!!! love me some soft cuddly dogs 🥰

49. Luke being the alpha leader is the dumbest thing they did. well, one of them. Luke doesn’t care that much about the wolves. everytime the wolves state their concerns, he’s like “I have to get to clary”. I get she’s a daughter to him but if you’re going to be in charge of a whole pack, they have to be put first. you’re in charge of a group of wolves and you can’t leave them to die. he’s so trusting of the shadowhunters that so many downworlders died in season two. I know, how was he to know????? but shadowhunters believe everything they hear and Luke should’ve known better. he’s a terrible leader and I’m glad Maia took his place. she at least cared about them

50. one of the many problems with the parabatai bond between Alec and jace is that Alec always puts him first before himself in season one. Alec does everything jace asks. Jace even assumes Alec will do whatever he says. but when Alec needs to report back and make sure his family is okay, jace chooses clary over him. again and again and again. the bond is so weak and one sided because one of the pair is doing his all to secure their bond while the other doesn’t give a fuck. I will die on the hill that Alec would’ve been better off if jace died. you cut out that cancer like good old Maryse said

51. Jace can’t even look at Alec because he knows Alec is right.

I think at this time, alec is realizing that jace doesn’t have any respect for him. he’s constantly getting tossed behind as if he never mattered. he’s met Magnus, Magnus admires him, and I’m sure by now, alec hasn’t paid attention to other men. he’s looked at men but he hasn’t fallen in love because he doesn’t believe it’s in the cards for him. so around this time, (just my thoughts) he’s starting to see stuff differently

52. alec doesn’t seem happy or content when he’s around jace. and this is why, I can’t be convinced (and other reasons) of Alec’s apparent love for jace. I think he just pined for the closest body to him and still be a responsible shadowhunter which is really gross because it happens to be his adoptive brother. CC at it with the incest pair ups. but Alec is actually happy for the first time in a while with Magnus. he’s smiling, stuttering over his words, unable to hide his excitement. we’ve seen Alec for 5 episodes and he’s been angry, moody, and tired for 99% of them lmao but now, (just my take) but he’s actually happy. he sees jace choosing clary over him while he’s got this new man who is only admiring him. he’s saying pretty boy, you, and Alec feels like he’s the only one in the room. something he never feels.

ahhhhh so we landed at 52. season one has a lot of content and there’s a lot to go over regarding Alec that is usually not mentioned. that’s why these posts are so damn long. but thank you for coming to we love show Alec meeting and whatever name I created 🔥 let’s see what number we get next. I think it’ll be 71????? (I hope not but thanks for staying with me)