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older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together
18+ mdni!Â
c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad
wc: 1.5k
ugh iâve missed this man
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âWhy is he doinâ that shit?â Â
âRafe, itâs a rom-com,â she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.  Â
âYeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckinâ speech at the mall? He couldnât jusâ I dunno, tell her how he felt?â he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already.Â
She canât stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. âI mean, this is actually getting kinda weirdâŚwhyâs everyone watching them?âÂ
âYeah, ân why are they still on that fuckinâ stage?â he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen.Â
âPlease donât ever do anything like that to me.â
âYeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppinâ tomorrow?âÂ
âNo!â she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate sheâd made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didnât want any) but the minute sheâd sat down with the mug in hand, heâd wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it. Â
âOh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,â he suddenly murmurs.Â
âHm?â her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, heâs pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.   Â
âThat looks really expensive,â she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket heâs holding out to her.  Â
âYou deserve the fuckinâ world, it was nothinâ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,â he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still canât seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.   Â
âItâs so beautiful,â she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentimentâ recalling how sheâd mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.   Â
âYeah? You like it?â   Â
âI love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? Thatâs so cute, Ray, what the hell?â she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.   Â
âYeah, know youâre into sappy shit like that, ân you can put mâpicture inside too ân youâll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.â   Â
âShut up, youâre so sweet! I love you,â she exclaims before sheâs wrapping her arms around his neckâ climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently âloves her moreâ, which she thinks is not possible.   Â
âLet me put it on you?â he says before heâs swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. âLook so pretty with mâname on you.â
âWait, you should have my name on you too,â she jokingly utters out next. Â
âBeen thinkinâ about gettinâ it tattooed actually,â he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up. Â
âYouâre not getting my name tattooed on youâ youâre crazy,â she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesnât have a single violent bone in her body.  Â
âYeah, crazy âbout you,â he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.   Â
Knowing sheâs about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hersâ a surprised noise leaving her when sheâs momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips.Â
And itâs sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way.Â
His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough sheâs rutting against himâ whimpering into his mouth as if itâs been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, heâs pulling away.
âSomethinâ you want?â Â
ââŚno,â she lies through her teeth.   Â
âNo? Jusâ uh, humpinâ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?â he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.   Â
âRay...â she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.   Â
âYeah?â he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.   Â
âWant youâŚâ she pants against his mouth.   Â
âBut mâright here?â the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion. Â
âYou know what I mean,â she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.   Â
âMâafraid I donât. If thereâs somethinâ you want, you gonna have to tell me,â the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.    Â
However, she merely grants him another whine.  Â
âWhaâs up with you today, hm? So fuckinâ needy, actinâ like you havenât been fucked in a month when you were literally cryinâ on mâcock last night?â he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.  Â
âI donât knowâŚjusâ need you so bad,â her eyes begin to gloss over when heâs still not giving her what she so desperately craves.   Â
âBaby, thereâs no need to cry, yeah?â he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.  Â
âYouâre ovulatinâ right now, arenât ya?â his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee tableâ opening the app that tracks her period cycle. Â
âThink so, yeah,â she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles. Â
Itâs no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.   Â
âThink you need me to fuck a baby in you, sâthat it? Wanna make me a real daddy?â he croons.   Â
âMhmâŚwant you,â her words are muffled around his thumb.   Â
âI know, sweetheart. Donât want anyone but you carryinâ mâkidsâ think about knockinâ you up so fuckinâ often, you know?â   Â
âYou do?â   Â
âYeah, know youâd be such a good mom.â   Â
âYou think? I think youâd be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,â she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.   Â
âShit, such an angel face ân then thereâs this rotten mind inside, huh?â he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesnât get even harder in response to her wordsâ something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.   Â
âMâsorry dad,â she offers him an impish smile. Â
âSomeoneâs in a mood today?â he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.   Â
âCan you take off your pants?â she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee itâs proving to be a rather demanding.  Â
âCanât do anythinâ without dadâs help, can you? Go on, letâs see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?â he rasps out, tone challenging.   Â
âNo, need your help, daddy, I canâtââ Â
âShit, youâre fuckinâ pathetic,â he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.   Â
âSee? Not that fuckinâ hard, was it?â he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before heâs pulling himself out. And even if heâs not even fully hard yet, and sheâs seen it more times than she can count, sheâs still mesmerized by the sightâ eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if sheâs under some spell.   Â
âYouâre so pretty,â she blinks at him, eyes moony.   Â
âStill not tired of seeinâ it, huh?â  Â
She shakes her head.  Â
And since sheâs not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.   Â
âRayâŚâ she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more. Â
âHm? Want it inside? Whaâs the magic word?â he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.  Â
âPlease. Dad, it hurts,â she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.   Â
âHurts? Think you beinâ a little dramatic, no?â he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.  Â
âMânot, Ray, please, need you so bad,â wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.   Â
âShh, sâokay. Dadâs beinâ mean again, isnât he? Mâsorry, baby, Iâll give you what you want, yeah?â his voice is a deep rumble before heâs finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him inâ his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.  Â
âYeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckinâ fit, huh?â he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper. Â
âMm, I love you,â she whimpersâ practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.
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Hi! could you possibly write something about a fuckboy!soap and shy!reader that he uses for sex, and she keeps letting him? im craving angsty angst ANGST that just keeps hurtingâŚyou donât have to if you donât want to and thank you if you do! Have a great day!
Okay, one thing you all should know about me? Is that Iâm a weenie lol so I canât help but make things a little hopeful most of the time. Alsoâ gonna make this like a college type AU
Soap clocks you from a mile away when he sees you at a party. Thereâs a cup of beer in your hand that youâve been nursing, just sipping to have something to do while you cling to the side of the friend who forced you to come.
Heâs seen you in his classes before. Youâre good. Not the type to be seen in a place like this. And that kinda whets his appetite. He wants to fuck you, break you, make you fall apart for his own amusement.
He nudges Gazâ they have the routine down to a scienceâ splitting up the birdies that are a little too huddled together so they can have their way with them. Gaz runs interference this time, Johnny mouthing an âI owe yeâ his wayâ chatting up and pulling your friend away to talk a bit more. Youâre alone now, and Johnny swoops in, weaving through people on a warpath.
He corners you expertly, and youâre a pathetically easy read. Easy to tease, to coax, to push. He just has to throw in a few lines about how pretty you look, peppered between him saying heâs always wanted to talk with you, always admired you in classâ he gives just enough detail to lull you into thinking this is courting. That heâs going to fuck you because he likes you.
Works like a charm. Always does. You clumsily follow him to his roomââYe didnae ken? This is my fraternityâs house, bonnie,ââ as he pulls you along by the hand.
He enjoys pulling you apart. Like the birds taking Prometheusâs liver. Heâs not a complete animal, he makes you cum, but he doesnât give you kisses the way youâd probably hoped he would. Heâll tell his mates laterâ it was kinda cute how fucking bad you were at giving head, too.
He lets you stay the night even though your clinging is a bit annoying. Pushing you out would burn this bridge, and heâs not ready to do that just yet. Not when he could keep having fun.
Come morning your clothes are tossed your way (sans panties, those are going in his trophy collection), and he has the decency to drop you off at your place with the promise of further contact.
Come your next class, heâs back to acting like he doesnât know you. Youâre shy, but youâre not stupid. Itâs easy to see that you were played, and you curse yourself for falling into it.
So why do you show up when he texts you, asking you to come over?
Promethean indeed.
And it keeps happening.
Itâs not like he treats you badlyâ thatâs what you tell yourself. Youâre just the idiot for expecting more than orgasms. Itâs nice to feel wanted. Itâs not nice to put your clothes on and get out right after, but youâre willing to ignore that. You shouldnât be. But you are.
Youâre not the kind of girl who gets asked out. So why refuse the one source of attention you have? He makes you cum, right? Thatâs more than a lot of guys do, so it would be unfair to expect more. High maintenance. Right?
If Johnny can see the hurt behind your eyes when you turn to check behind you when you leave, as if heâll suddenly change his mind and call you back into bed to hold you, he doesnât do anything about it. Heâs content to tug on his jeans and brush past you with a cigarette in his mouth.
You steel yourself as usual, double checking the straightness of your clothes as if itâll make you feel like less of a cheap whore when his housemates glance your way as you leave.
The door across from Johnnyâs is almost always open, despite how closed off its occupant seems. Youâve never met Simon. Well, you really havenât met anyone in Soapâs life. Thatâs not what he keeps you for, is it? Fucktoys donât get introduced to the friend group. Doesnât stop Simon from staring holes in your back every time you leave. Must think youâre easy. Must wonder if Johnnyâll mind if he has a go. Or maybe he just thinks youâre pathetic. You certainly do.
But itâs happened one too many times. Apparently, even a worm will turn. His stare itches and crawls up your skin when you already feel like such a piece of meatâ chewed up and spit out. And you must be losing flavor. Before long you wonât even have this. You turn to look at him instead of walking on as usual.
âWhat the fuck are you looking at?â You spit in a tone that surprises you. Youâve never said anything like that to someone, not in earnest, anyway.
âLemme take yâout somewhere.â
What?
What?
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Second Time's The Charm: Christmas
Alexia Putellas x Reader
Summary: Christmas in the STTC Universe
"Alexia!" Mapi shrieks," Alexia! Stop ignoring me! Alexia!"
Alexia hums to herself, hunched over her phone as she scrolls through another website.
Mapi, however, forces her way through mountains and mountains of stacked boxes to get to the other side of the room.
The locker room is covered in boxes from top to bottom with some even crammed into areas that they really shouldn't be able to be forced into.
"Ale! Alexia!"
Alexia looks up in shock. "Oh! Mapi! When did you get here?"
"About ten minutes ago! Which you would know if you didn't have this place stocked up like the back room of a shoe shop!"
Alexia frowns. "What do you mean? There's only five boxes of shoes here."
"I wasn't being literal!" Mapi snaps before massaging her temples with her hands. "What is all this stuff?! And why is it here?!"
"They're presents," Alexia says it like Mapi's dumb," For Christmas."
"Obviously but why are they here?"
"Well, I couldn't leave them at home. Maya's in that exploring stage so she'd get curious and try to look through them. And Elena's learning to crawl and this stuff would just get in way."
"So you thought that you would put all the presents for your whole family in here? With us?"
"No," Alexia scoffs," Don't be silly, Mapi."
"This is only temporary then? Thank god because I-"
"This is only Maya's gifts. Elena's are in one of the meeting rooms and y/n's are hidden at Alba's...Mapi? Are you okay? Your face is turning an odd colour."
Mapi's dramatic walk off is hindered somewhat by smacking her nose straight into a pile of boxes and nearly falling back into another one but, eventually, she manages to storm out and straight upstairs to your office.
You're sitting in your desk chair, looking through player health files or something when the door is slammed open.
"Your wife is crazy!"
"And hello to you too, Mapi. Come on in!"
"Crazy!" Mapi repeats, pacing in short, aggravated circles," She's crazy! The locker room is covered! Covered! In Christmas presents for your daughter! You have to get her to stop!"
You don't have a time to reply because the door swings open again and Alexia bursts in.
"Amor!" She cries," I found the cutest little booties for Elena! Look! Look!"
"No..." Mapi says softly," No...This-This can't be happening..."
"They're so cute!" You tell Alexia with equal enthusiasm," She'll love them so much! Order them! Order them!"
Alexia types in the delivery address and her card details and orders it happily before looking up.
"Where did Mapi go?"
It's a question that neither of you really dwell on that much as you show Alexia your own present ideas.
Wrapping the presents the night before isn't an easy task and you get the feeling that you and Alexia might have gone just a bit overboard. It's only a fleeting thought as you and Alexia wrap the boxes and tie them off with bows, writing sweet messages to your daughters on them even though neither of them can read just yet.
"We're all sleeping together tonight, right?" Alexia asks as she finishes off her last present, placing it in Elena's sizable pile.
"Us and the girls, definitely," You agree," I'm not sure if you'll get all the dogs and Mr Stinky in bed with us."
Mr Stinky looks up from his spot on the special pillow that's reserved just for him on the sofa. The tumours on his body have gotten much bigger now and he's getting weaker and weaker by the day.
He's got one more scan to come back to see if anything can be done but this could be his very last Christmas.
"Mr Stinky won't mind," Alexia assures you," He loves cuddling in our bed."
"And Lady?"
"Lady loves cuddling too!"
"And Sinky and his sisters?"
Alexia purses her lips. The puppies are still a bit wild and excitable at times, none of them ever content to just stay in one place even though the bed is more than big enough for everyone to fit into it.
"We'll leave the bedroom door open," Alexia says sagely, nodding her head like she's just cracked the secrets of the universe," So they can come in if they want."
"Alright," You say, standing up and stretching your back," I'm going to bring Mr Stinky up and then grab Elena. You'll let the dogs out one last time and get Maya?"
Alexia nods, drawing you back for a moment by your waist to press a kiss to your lips.
"I will, amor."
"Good," You say," And hurry up."
Alexia nods along with a smile, already heading to open the back door for the dogs.
Your footsteps approaching again makes Alexia turn and you speak directly in her ear.
"And I've got a very special present for you tomorrow when the girls have gone to sleep."
"Oh?"
You giggle right in her ear, low and sultry. "You're going to have a lot of fun unwrapping me for Christmas."
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Batboys and reader doing the hear me out cake trend and reader pulls out a picture of Bruce when he was in his prime.
Apologies anon but this trendâŚDo not get me started on how misconstrued the phrase âhear me outâ is. Iâll rant about how a lot of ppl should look up the definition first. Iâm very passionate about how butchered the trend is that every time I see one I canât help but think ânot a hear me out, try again or donât to save my small remnants of sanity.â I hate it so much.
Dick
Pouts.
âMy dad? Really?â Heâd ask you.
âYeah, what can I say he was a total hunk.â You shrugged.
âWas?!â Dick replied, looking at you as though you had grown a second head. âWhat is he now then chopped liver? Do you not like older men?! Do they loose their charm the moment they have a few grey hairs and lines on their face?!â He exclaims.
This wasnât what you were expecting when doing this challenge because now you were being grilled by dick on whether youâll still feel attractive to him when he himself gets old and grey.
âI donât have anything against older men dick, I just find your dad hot in this specific picture.â You defended yourself and dick only puts his hands on your shoulders and gives them a firm squeeze as he presses his forehead against yours.
âSweetheart I donât think you understand because what do you mean you find him hotter in the picture?! Itâs Bruce the man is just naturally photogenic!â Dick tells you. âYou couldâve chosen a recent picture of Bruce and say the exact same thing.â
âEh, itâs not the same thing.â You say and dick felt as though he might as well rip his hair from his head because what do you mean itâs not the same thing?! He was now more certain that you didnât like older men if Bruce was only appealing to you in his youth, his supposed prime.
Needless to say the conversation diverted from the fact that you found his dad hot, to one where dick was trying to prove to himself that you just didnât like older men/ silver foxes for whatever absurd reason.
Jason
Heâs oddly silent.
You feared you did something the moment you pulled the picture of young Bruce Wayne out to put on the cake.
The wait was over the moment he did decide to say something but it was nothing like youâd expect to come out of his mouth;
âOut of all the pictures there are of Bruce, thatâs the one you picked? Nothing about that picture is flattering to him in any way whatsoever.â
âOh youâre just jealous.â Youâd tell him and Jason only raises his brow at you.
âJealous, babe have you seen me? Whatâs there to be jealous of that old bat.â Jason replies as he gestures towards himself before pinching your cheeks. âI just think itâs adorable how you consider Bruce in his prime as a hear me out, itâs laughable really but you do you chipmunk.â He adds.
However when you werenât looking, heâd take the picture of Bruce from the cake and throw it over his shoulder, for there was no way in hell he was going to have a picture of Bruce on a cake. No sir, Jason would much rather die again than allow his own father to overstay his welcome on the damn cake.
Heâd even act innocent when you would ask where the picture went as though he didnât set it on fire with a lighter after plucking it off the cake. âIt mustâve grew legs and walked off.â Heâd shrug but it wasnât hard to know the truth.
His dad can fuck off away from the cake and you.
Damian
Another one whoâs not so amused by the fact that you added his father on a âhear me outâ cake.
He doesnât partake in such stupid trends thatâll sooner or later long forgotten by the public consciousness in favour of a new trend thatâll run itself to the ground just as quickly as the last. He questions the publics attention span if it was this short and unreliable, he really does and fears that the age of stupidity has begun with people who think a conventional attractive man with a Roman nose or any other unique feature is a âhear me out.â
As if they were any less attractive than a man with a plain featured, and rather unappealing and basic appearance. Theyâre werenât, if anything people with romantic noses or any other unique features were just as attractive as the plained featured ones, and Damian found it rather ridiculous that is what is being considered a secrete that many think theyâll be judged for finding appealing.
âMy father? Really?â Heâd say as he looked between you and the picture of his father.
âYeah.â You shrugged.
Damian only sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. âA conventionally attractive man is you hear me out?â
âNot just any conventionally attractive man-â you tried to explain but Damian didnât allow you the space to do so.
âMy father in his prime doesnât count, you should really do better research before putting random people on a cake, or better yet donât partake in a challenge you donât understand.â Was all Damian said before he leaves the room, heâs not impressed and feared that there was too many people who for some stupid reason also though his father in his prime is a âhear me out.â
It freaks him out and disappoints him greatly of what the future of Gotham and humanity as a whole would look like if these people were to be at the helm.
Tim
Not amused.
Heâs sick and tired of people putting conventional attractive people and anthropomorphic animals who are drawn in a specific way to elicit such emotions out of people.
So to see that you had put his father, more specifically Bruce in his first steps as the dark knight, he couldnât help but look at you disappointedly.
One, you obviously didnât understand the concept of a hear me out and Tim is more then ready to educate you on what one is with his long ass PowerPoint presentation. And two, really? His dad? What was wrong with his dad in his current old age? Did you have something against older men?
Wait- why was he so suddenly concerned whether or not you find his father less appealing now than how he looked in his prime? He should be more focused on the fact that you found such pristine picture of Bruce during that time, heâs tried multiple times but the resolution was god awful and didnât do anything to flatter Bruce.
Youâre still getting lectured on what a proper hear me out is though. Timâs got fucking tons.
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# BATBOYS WITH A SUNSHINE!READER ââ .⌠( basically batboys with a optimistic reader )
a/n: this was requested by anon (here) but anywayss i think Iâm gonna do the world tour thing after my winter inspired fics/hcs end on like February 28th! (Dw iâll still do the world tour thingy in between) but yahh also I desperately need writer mutals + mutals I mssg daily like Iâm a very kind person idm if you dm me at like 4 AM, tags: (batboys x fem!reader)
Š dollishmehrayan â ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )
DICK GRAYSON ââ .âŚ
Absolutely smitten. Your optimism is like a magnet for Dick, who thrives on positivity.
He calls you his âlittle ray of sunshineâ (even if you roll your eyes at the nickname).
If heâs feeling down, your relentless optimism is a game changer. âHow do you do that? How do you make the world seem so⌠bright all the time?â
Constantly teases you, especially if youâre being overly cheerful during random moments. âAre you seriously smiling right now? Weâre getting ready to head to bed!â
But secretly, he loves it. Your energy balances his occasional doubts && insecurities. (he lovesss positive people who live in their own world)
Dick starts picking up on your habits leaving little notes of encouragement, giving random compliments to strangers and realizes how much better it makes his day.
JASON TODD ââ .âŚ
At first, heâs skeptical. Heâs not used to someone so genuinely cheerful, and he might think youâre putting on an act.
âHow are you this happy all the time? Whatâs your secret? Coffee? Dark magic?â, âI just like seeing the world differently, Iâm a poet in my mind.â
But over time, he warms up to your positivity and even craves it (to a point he gets sad if you arenât around for more than 4 hours). Youâre the light that cuts through his darker moments and more sulking personality.
âI donât know how you do it, but you make me feel like the worldâs not completely screwed.â, âwhat did you say?-â, âNothing go back to sleep.â
He pretends to be annoyed when you try to cheer him up after a rough day, but he secretly loves when you coax a laugh out of him.
Jason starts jokingly calling you his âemotional support sunshine.â Heâll tell Roy, âYeah, theyâre like my personal antidepressant.â
Will protect your positivity at all costs. If anyone tries to dim your light, theyâll have to deal with him.
TIM DRAKE ââ .âŚ
Finds your optimism so refreshing. Tim can be a little too caught up in stress and overthinking, so your energy is like a breath of fresh air.
Heâs constantly asking, âHow are you so happy all the time? Teach me your ways.â
If you leave him little notes of encouragement, heâll treasure them forever. He has a drawer full of them and pulls one out whenever heâs having a bad day.
Sometimes, your cheerfulness makes him feel a little guilty. âYouâre so good, and here I am being a grump.â But you always remind him itâs okay to have bad days.
Tim loves how you bring optimism even to his most chaotic moments. âYeah, sure, weâre being late, but hey, at least itâs not raining, right?â
Heâd be a little overwhelmed by your energy at times, but he admires you deeply for seeing the good in everything.
DAMIAN WAYNE ââ .âŚ
Damian does not know what to do with you at first. Your cheerfulness is a complete mystery to him.
âWhy are you smiling? We are surrounded by incompetence.â
He pretends to be annoyed, but deep down, he finds your positivity oddly comforting.
Over time, he starts looking forward to your optimistic take on things. âYes, fine, maybe there is a silver lining. Stop gloating.â
You have a knack for breaking through his tough exterior. If heâs grumpy, youâll say something so genuinely kind that he canât help but soften.
Damian secretly loves how you see the good in him, even when he doesnât see it himself.
He starts to mimic your habits, like giving Alfred small compliments or trying to look on the bright side, but heâll deny it if you call him out.
BRUCE WAYNE ââ .âŚ
Bruce admires your positivity but doesnât always understand it. âHow do you manage to stay so cheerful in Gotham of all places?â
At first, he worries your optimism will make you naive, but he quickly realizes itâs your strength.
Your energy is a stark contrast to his brooding nature, and he starts leaning on it more than he cares to admit.
When heâs stuck in his head or doubting himself, you always know what to say to pull him out of it.
âYou make it sound so simple,â he says after you give him one of your pep talks. But he smiles because somehow, you do make it simple.
You bring a sense of warmth and nostalgia into the Wayne Manor. Bruce finds himself more relaxed when youâre around, even in the middle of chaos.
Heâll never admit it to the others, but your optimism is one of his favorite things about you.
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First Date Ideas (Multi TWST Cast X Reader)
Summary: Short drabbles of where you would take your favorite Twisted Wonderland guy on a first date, and where he would take you.
AN: Pseudo part 2 to the asking-out fic I posted. Not really much else to say besides I really liked trying to come up with a bunch of unique ideas. Thanks for reading!
Cross-posted on my AO3 TheGhostInTheKitchen
Warnings: Fluff
Part 1: Asking them out
Ace:Â
Where you take him: Arcade
Itâs fun, itâs cozy, itâs classic, and it gives Ace a chance to show off. You both get a bunch of tokens, eat greasy pizza, and try your hand at the games. You take each other on in skeeball and Ace tries to convince you to go against him in the basketball game but you argue he has an unfair advantage. So you settle for the racing simulator. After, when you collect all your tickets, you pour over the prize counter, probably ending up with something not very impressive, or maybe a snow cone maker that stops working after the first three uses. But youâll treasure it since itâs loaded with memories. Â
Where he takes you: CarnivalÂ
This boy is already a clown, put him back where he belongs. Â Besides the fact that it gives him an excuse to impress you by winning prizes at the games alley, or trying to anyway, a carnival date fits Aceâs high energy. You can share popcorn and cotton candy while watching the circus acts and Ace will whisper to you explanations for the tricks the magician uses. Thereâs plenty of stuff to do and tons of fried food. Itâs a classic for a reason. And heâd love it if you hold on to him on the rollercoasters. He ends up screaming more than you.Â
Deuce:Â
Where you take him: Petting zooÂ
I just want to see Deuce fawning over baby chicks, is that so much to ask? NGL, I think heâd love it. You could go to some sort of tourist farm and check out the cows getting milked, sheep shearing or sheepdog herding, and collect eggs from the chickens (the kind that donât hatch into chicks). I can also see Deuce getting into a grudge match against a goat that keeps bonking into his legs with his horns. At the end of the day youâll sit at a picnic table eating some treats made at the farm and watch the sunset.Â
Where he takes you: Botanical garden Â
Deuce would want to do something classic, a surefire, tried and tested dating spot. I can imagine him being nervous, getting you flowers when you are already going to see more flowers. Youâll hold the flowers in one hand and Deuceâs, slightly sweaty, hand in the other. If they have a butterfly room, even better. Theyâll have a little booklet with different species and you and Deuce go on a scavenger hunt to identify as many as possible. Winner gets kisses.Â
Trey:Â
Where you take him: At home food science experiment kits Â
Did you ever see those at home science food kits where you made gummies and foam and other candy, usually themed to something really weird like monsters or worms? Yeah, you do those, half making fun of how weird it looks and half marveling at the cool effects of swirling all the different ingredients together. Will they taste amazing? Probably not, but Trey probably knows a few cool tricks to make everything a little more edible.Â
Where he takes you: Chocolate factory tourÂ
Have you ever been to Hersheypark in Pennsylvania? Thereâs a whole section with a little dark ride that shows you the history of chocolate (thatâs worse since they took the singing cow animatronics out), a cute interactive play, a trolly ride with chocolate samples, and two chocolate making experiences. You can stuff a giant Reeseâs Cup (which is way too sweet IMO) or design your own chocolate bar including the wrapping. Anyway, thereâs probably not a one-to-one replica, but with all that magic you canât tell me thereâs not something Willy Wonka-esque. Youâll both spend the day learning about the history of chocolate and chocolate making in Twisted Wonderland, capped off by making all kinds of treats. Youâll experiment with typical flavors, like raspberry, caramel, and nuts, to the more extraordinary, like jalapeno, lavender, and cheese. In the end, youâll go home with a full box and a picture of the two of you, melted chocolate smearing your faces. (Trey will remind you at least three times to brush your teeth properly after all that sugar.)Â
Cater:Â
Where you take him: Thrift store
Listen, you find the right thrift store and you can find amazing treasures. And if not, well, you still find weird, kitschy stuff you can have fun ogling. You and Cater will take turns finding the best and worst outfits in the thrift store, having a makeshift fashion show by the changing rooms. Cater would, of course, take plenty of pictures for Magicam, labeling them #MeetMyNewPartner, #HeightOfFashion, #BestLookingCouple. Youâll also look through the aisles, coming up with backstories for all the various objects people have donated over the years. Whether or not you actually buy something isnât the point. You end the day with plenty of pictures and at least three inside jokes that will drive everyone else crazy.Â
Where he takes you: Crafting class
Thereâs been an emergence of cute crafting stores. Make your own bag, make your own candle, paint your own pottery, make a phone case, rug tufting, that kind of thing. Not only are they a cute and totally Magicamable couples activity, it also gives you both something to take home at the end of the day. Whichever you do, I can see you both making a craft for each other. Maybe you keep what youâre doing a secret until the end, filming your reactions when you reveal your crafts. If you pay close attention later on, you can catch him quietly admiring your gift.Â
Riddle:Â
Where you take him: Escape roomÂ
Back during the NRC Halloween event, when everyone was stuck in the ghost realm, Riddle had a ton of fun solving those puzzles. I think he would love an escape room, finding clues and undoing locks, using logic and guile to uncover the story. He might get frustrated at the harder puzzles, but itâs all worth it when you work together to solve everything. You get your picture taken together with a âWe Escaped!â sign that you frame. It would be something unexpected but fun for the both of you. (TBH, I think he would love the Nancy Drew games. Maybe not the part where you keep breaking into people's things and stealing stuff, though.)Â
Where he takes you: High tea and window shoppingÂ
Riddle is going for a classic, something prim and proper for a prim and proper boy. I can see him reserving a table at a high class hotel for high tea, a table set with a beautiful porcelain teapot and a tower of tiny sandwiches and cakes. Heâd order a bunch of different teas you could try. Afterwards, you would walk along the street, checking out shops and talking together. Bonus points if you both get to wear something fancy and cute.Â
Leona:Â
Where you take him: PicnicÂ
Look, while having the title of Ramshackle Dorm Prefect sounds fancy, you donât have a lot of extra cash. You would need to do something simple and cheap but still meeting Leonaâs royal tastes (You canât tell me this boy isnât a picky eater.) Thanks to the Culinary Crucible, you have a few new skills to test out. You find a big blanket in some old trunk in Ranshakle and pack everything together in a cute wicker basket. Maybe youâll eat in the gardens where Leona always takes naps or go out on the beach to watch the waves. You both end up falling asleep with full bellies. (Leona wonât admit it, but he feels like that was the best food heâs had in a long time.)Â
Where he takes you: River cruise with a fancy dinnerÂ
Leona is going to see your cute picnic date and immediately one ups it with a super fancy and elegant river cruise with a full five course meal. Itâs on a beautiful private yacht sailing down a river in the Sunset Savannah. Youâll sit on the deck, candlelight table, while perfectly dressed waiters serve you. This would probably backfire on Leona, though, as you tease him for acting the most prince-ly youâve ever seen him. Not that you donât have a ton of fun. By the time dessert rolls around, youâve both ditched the fancy setting and started skipping stones in the wake of the boat.Â
Jack:Â
Where you take him: CanoeingÂ
Something relaxing and outdoorsy and fun. Iâm thinking youâll find someplace like the Ocklawaha River or Crystal River in Florida. A beautiful river with plenty of turtles and fish to spot, surrounded by lush forests or Everglades. If youâre more confident on the water, maybe you each can have a kayak, but I imagine something like you both share a boat. It would be fun to have a sort of eye-spy sheet, like who can spot the most turtles, identify fish, maybe catching sight of a manatee, and, wait, was that an alligator? Youâll end your journey at a natural spring. Dumping your stuff in the canoes, youâll jump in and spend the rest of the day swimming in the cool water. Maybe you find a good vine or rope and swing out over the water.Â
Where he takes you: Zip Lining and high ropes courseÂ
More high energy and involved than a lazy day river trip, but it gives you two the chance to be close. I can almost guarantee Jack found out about the place you go to from Coach Vargas. Youâll get hooked up into harnesses and climb up to a vast network of bridges and ladders and obstacle courses hung between the trees like a giant athletic spiderweb. Maybe at one point you slip, and, although youâre perfectly safe with the harness system, Jack still lunges forward to catch you, blushing hard after as he realizes how close you too are.Â
Ruggie:Â
Where you take him: Food festivalÂ
I imagine something like the Plant City Strawberry Festival, the Wilton Blueberry Festival, or the Gilroy Garlic Festival. Heck, even throw in the Epcot Food and Wine Festival if you want to have another Disney reference. Something county fair-like with plenty of free samples. Youâre not sure who convinced who, but at some point you end up getting those cheesy headbands with springs on top and plastic versions of food bobbing around your heads. There always seems to be sketchy fair rides at these things, too, so you definitely cling to each other going down a log flume ride, kind of regretting how much you ate beforehand. But thatâs not going to stop you from chowing down after.Â
Where he takes you: Farmerâs marketÂ
Listen, if something is good at a farmerâs market, then you know itâs the best. The big ones not only have plenty of great food, but also local performers and plenty of fun extras to buy. Even if you donât want to buy anything, itâs fun walking through the crowds and seeing all the different stands. You definitely get some super fancy ice cream, probably with some ridiculous flavors like lavender, parmesan, or licorice. Serving sizes always seem huge too, so you both definitely go home with plenty of leftovers. (You totally donât notice that Ruggie has been paying with Leonaâs credit card this whole time.)Â
Azul:Â
Where you take him: Game shopÂ
One of Azulâs vignette stories has him practicing throwing dice so many times until heâs able to completely control what numbers will come up. Sure, he might be in the board game club for fun, but also because he likes to win. So a game shop that hosts weekly game nights would be perfect not only for him to show off and impress you, but also a cozy space to have fun and take the pressure off first date jitters. Whether you have a game with just the two of you or join in with other patrons there, you can team up to strategize and win. I personally think something like One Night Werewolf would be perfect. (He does feel bad when he accuses you of being the werewolf, though. Too bad heâs right.)Â
Where he takes you: Fancy restaurantÂ
Itâs nothing compared to the Monstro Lounge, of course, But Azul is putting his best foot forward with a classic first date spot. Azul plans everything down to the most minute detail. He double and triple checks the menu of where youâre going before you even leave to make sure thereâs nothing youâre allergic to and thereâs something youâll like. He goes all out: flowers, pulling out your chair, getting a bottle of something fancy and expensive to drink (non-alcoholic if you prefer). Of course, the moment you start complimenting him he turns red and starts tumbling over his words. Maybe you lean into that, enjoying teasing him, the switch from having everything under control to a mess of complex emotions. Still, you slide your hand across the table taking his, and you both have a perfect night.Â
Jade:Â
Where you take him: Make your own tea blend shop
Jade is an experimental guy. I think if he wasnât the founder of the mountain lovers club he probably would be in the science club just to mix together every kind of chemical just to see what happens. You would take him to a small tea shop, maybe in town on Sageâs Island or somewhere else through the mirror portal. You would pick out matching tea cups then choose different flavors and leaves from the jars of dried tea. You could make up little packets of different custom blends, some of them stuff you actually think would taste good, some that just sound interesting all together. You and Jade could trade and drink them together back at the Monstro Lounge.Â
Where he takes you: Mountain and cave hikeÂ
This is kind of a gimme, but I think heâd want to show off all his knowledge of local mountain flora and fauna. Heâs the only member of his club, which gives you plenty of time to be alone together and use the clubâs budget however you want. He would surprise you by showing you an undiscovered cave entrance. Hopefully itâs not the kind where you have to crawl on your belly to get in. I like imagining something like Ruby Falls in Tennessee. Heâd bring you in, turn off his lantern, and crowds of bioluminescent mushrooms would glow around you.Â
Floyd:Â
Where you take him: Roller derbyÂ
You canât tell me this boy would not absolutely love watching a bunch of people going super fast while trying to beat the hell out of each other. He would immediately pick a favorite team and buy all their merch. Even if itâs just a small local circuit heâll make his own merch for the two of you to wear while you cheer them on. Floyd already likes shoes, specifically sneakers, so I think he would really like the idea of roller skating, going as fast on land as he can in the sea. Your next date will be at a roller rink.Â
Where he takes you: Laser tagÂ
Similar to going to a roller derby, Floyd would love the energy and competition of laser tag. Heâd be vaulting over the barriers and launching sneak attacks against other players. Maybe you two would team up and top the leaderboard or maybe heâd hunt you down in the glow-in-the-dark black-light game room. Afterwards you can catch your breath in the lobby and eat junk food. Youâre not sure if youâre excited or nervous when he mentions paintball.Â
Kalim:Â
Where you take him: Hands-on science museumÂ
Coming up with a first date idea to impress Buys-A-Restaurant-Chain-Because-You-Said-You-Liked-Their-Breadsticks-Once-Kalim is a little harrowing. Sure, you know he would like whatever you have planned, itâs the thought that counts, but that doesn't mean you donât want to try and show off a little. You eventually find a hands-on science museum. Think the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia or the Tech Museum of Innovation in San Jose or even WonderWorks. Itâs something that keeps you active, jumping from exhibit to exhibit to try out all kinds of new things while pretending you're learning. Sure, most of the other people there are kids, but that doesn't stop either of you from having fun. With Kalimâs experience with all his younger siblings, you soon have a small army helping you with the replica dinosaur dig site.Â
Where he takes you: Fused glass classÂ
Kalimâs first instinct is to go big. Throw a parade, rent out a theme park, buy a private island. This little ball of sunshine is way too excited to think anything through. Maybe Jamil mentions that you might be intimidated by such an overwhelming show of wealth on a first date, or maybe he implies you need to work up to something that extravagant. Whatever the case, Kalim agrees to start small. Heâll take you to a stained glass shop that offers classes in Silk City. Youâll take a fused glass class together, where you take shards and rods of other colored glass, placing them gently together in a shape. The owners fire the final product leaving you with a beautiful hand-made ornament. Kalim hangs it by his window back in his dorm room, smiling whenever the light catches it. (Heâs still thinking about that private island, though.)Â
Jamil:Â
Where you take him: AviaryÂ
Jamil mentioned in one of his vignettes that he would want to own a parrot one day. So why not give it a test run with a variety of different parrot species, and throw in some parakeets, falcons, lorikeets, and canaries while weâre at it? You buy cups of food and the birds will fly down to perch on your arms and heads. The parrots, in colors ranging from green and yellow to blue and purple and red, show you how they dance and talk. Thereâs a game you can play with them where you hold up different objects and theyâll tell you what they are and what theyâre made of. Thereâs even a falconry show where the birds swoop out into the audience. At the end of the day, the tour guide makes a joke about lovebirds that you both pretend to ignore.Â
(BTW, did you know President Andrew Jackson had a parrot that cursed so much it had to be removed from the room during his funeral because it kept swearing? The more you know.)Â
Where he takes you: Dance classÂ
Mr. Jack Of All Trades, Master Of All over here is definitely going to want to show off. No matter who asked who out first, he wants to reassure you, and himself, that you made the right choice agreeing to go out with him. So he sticks with something he knows best, something he has fun with, and something he can easily introduce you too. Whether itâs a classic ballroom dance, salsa, or classic Scalding Sands folk dancing, Jamil just loves the chance to be close to you. It might be better if you have two left feet so he can show off leading you. By the end, you're both sweaty and exhausted, muscles aching pleasantly, but you're also both laughing and wondering if you should enter a couples dance competition.Â
Vil:Â
Where you take him: DIY spa nightÂ
Like I said before, you donât exactly have a lot of extra cash, so I can see you relying on a lot of DIY tricks. Youâre hoping to impress one of Twisted Wonderland's biggest triple threats with scented candles (bought half-off at Samâs), homemade avocado hair masks, coconut oil and honey face masks, and a jade face roller and gua sha set you have no idea how to properly use. Vil definitely appreciates effort, so heâll love whatever you have set up. Heâll even show you how to actually use that jade roller and gua sha.Â
Where he takes you: Private movie theaterÂ
Letâs be honest, Vil isnât exactly the most humble person. And you, a magicless student with pretty much no frame of reference for any pop culture or just plain cultural insights in this new world, are in the perfect position for him to show off. Vil would rent out a private theater showing the best and most iconic movies in all of Twisted Wonderland. Of course, he also shows you all of his films (Like I said, not so humble). He may give you the side eye when you insist on sharing a bucket of buttery popcorn, but if you gasp and laugh and applaud in all the right places I donât think heâll mind.Â
Rook:Â
Where you take him: Art museumÂ
Quelle beaute! No matter what kind of art museum you choose, modern, sculpture, impressionist, classical, whatever, Rook is sure to love it. Heâd be the kind of person to carefully read each plaque to discover more about the artist and what inspired their work. Heâll praise each and every piece, only to turn around and compare it to your beauty. While this definitely will get you a few looks from some of the other visitors, you wonât mind because you know heâs being completely sincere with every word. At the end of the day, youâll probably end up with an art book from the gift shop and you get each other prints of your favorite paintings.Â
Where he takes you: ZooÂ
You can take the boy out of the hunt but you canât take the hunt out of the boy⌠Or something. We know Rook has a penchant for stalking the poor beastman students at NRC (I bet they have to warn the Savannahclaw first years every year), so I think he would also love admiring animals in a place where youâre actually suppose to watch them. Extra points if there are baby animals. Extra extra points if the zoo has one of those programs where you can go back and get close up encounters with some of the animals, like sloths or elephants. You both definitely get plushies of your favorite animals after.Â
Epel:Â
Where you take him: MotorcrossÂ
Give the farm boy blood. We know from his dorm uniform vignette that he can ride a blast cycle. Checking out a motorcross race or just a show exhibition would be a high energy outing for you both. Cheering in the stands gives him a chance to cut loose from the stricter rules of decorum in Pomefiore, and sometimes itâs just fun to watch things go fast with a chance of crashing. Maybe you can rent one, or borrow one from Ingenhyde back at NRC, and go for a drive. Heâll probably go a little too fast, maybe from nerves or excitement or just to have to hold him a little tighter.Â
Where he takes you: Ice skatingÂ
Do you know how to skate? Great! Heâll take you out to a frozen lake in the middle of a beautiful forest near Harveston. Some place only the locals know about. Itâll be something right off a Christmas card with glitter snow and a perfect clear blue sky. Donât know how to skate? Thatâs fine too! Youâll go to an indoor rink, somewhere where the ice is guaranteed to be smooth and wonât crack under your feet. If youâre just learning, please hold on to him and let him teach you, itâll make him feel super manly and swell with pride. No matter where you go, you both get hot apple cider after, maybe cuddling together in front of a warm fireplace and sharing a warm quilt.Â
Idia:Â
Where you take him: Cat cafeÂ
Youâre going to need a good excuse to get Idia out of his room, and this is a pretty good reason. Ideally, you would find a place like Tashirojima, the cat island in Japan, but a good old cat cafe will work just as well. Youâll find the least busy time to go which should help Idiaâs social anxiety. But once you both settle into plush low chairs and get surrounded by cute kitties, he wonât even notice anyone else. The cafe sells cute frozen cat treats shaped like cat paws that you buy to encourage the cats to come closer. You snuck in some catnip, and you both spend the day enveloped in cute warm kitty cuddles.Â
Where he takes you: Video game nightÂ
The boy is a nervous wreck around other people on his best days, so when he decides to venture on a date heâs going to go with something heâs most comfortable with. Youâll camp out in his room for the date. Heâs gone to great lengths to make it nice, plenty of snacks and soft pillows and blankets. Heâll introduce you to some of his favorite but entry level games first. Maybe something Animal Crossing adjacent, but I have a soft spot for point-and-click adventure puzzle games. Eventually, youâll end up playing doubles on something more action oriented, Idia showing you all the best tricks and combo moves. (Ortho is secretly taking pictures to show at the wedding heâs already planning for you both.)Â
Sebek:Â
Where you take him: Salmon fishing and grill Â
You like it because it gives a chance to get out in nature and be alone together, he likes it because he gets to catch his favorite food and prove he can be a provider. Sure, it just might be a first date, but Sebek likes to think ahead and heâs definitely taking your budding relationship seriously. You two go out into the woods, probably near where Camp Vargus was held, and set up next to a river. While most of the day is hanging out on the bank and talking, thereâs always a jolt of excitement when one of your lines starts to tug and you pull out a beautiful gray and pink salmon. Sure, there was that one time when the fish slapped Sebek with his fin until it slipped from his hands, but you both agree to forget about that (you donât forget, in fact you think about it often). Around midday, you both realize youâre kind of squeamish when it comes to cleaning fish. Sebek puts on a brave face and cuts them up while you make a campfire. Is it the best meal youâve ever had? No, definitely not. Are you picking fish bones out of your teeth for the rest of the evening? Yeah. Did you two have a ton of fun and are already planning your next date? Of course.Â
Where he takes you: TournamentÂ
Does Twisted Wonderland have Renaissance fairs? Who knows, but considering Briar Valley still has knights, they definitely have tournaments. The Bead Brawl is sort of similar to what Iâm thinking, but thereâs more of a focus on what we would think of as traditional medieval events. Stuff like jousting, sword fighting in full armor, and archery. I donât think you go all the way to the Briar Valley for this, itâs probably more of a smaller local fair with less serious competition. I think Sebek will be a spectator at this event, but that doesn't stop him from commenting on the participants. He tells you about his own training with Lilia and Silver. Heâll be boastful and loud, but you know him well enough at this point to tell heâs nervous under all the bravado. He wants to make sure youâre having a good time but is too stubborn to actually ask. There are definitely giant turkey legs, homemade soda and mead, and chimney cakes to stuff yourself with. Heâll enter a visitor competition, something fun and light like an obstacle course, and win you a prize. At the end of the day there will be a traditional dance at the fair and you both twirl together under lantern light.
Silver:Â
Where you take him: Bookstore dateÂ
Whether a big chain store or a cute local owned place, the idea is the same. First, you both find the cheesiest romance novel cover in the store. Next, you checked out the cook books, looking for the weirdest and worst sounding recipes (you joke about getting it for Lilia then laugh at the glare he gives you). Finally, you both choose a book for the other that youâll read then reconvene to talk about at your next date. You find him an adventure book, something you would have called epic fantasy back in your world. He gets you a collection of well known fables and myths from across Twisted Wonderland. Heâs slightly worried that youâll be insulted in his reference to your lack of cultural knowledge of your new world, but you love it, especially the gorgeous illustrations for each story.Â
Where he takes you: Horse riding along the beachÂ
This can go one of two ways, depending if you know how to ride a horse/are comfortable around them. If you know how to ride, Silver will borrow someoneâs horse from the equestrian club for you to ride. If not, youâll ride behind him, arms hugged around his middle as you cuddle close. Either way, youâll ride down to one of the beaches along Sageâs Island. Youâll ride along the beach, darting in and out of the waves. Silver will probably have packed a small picnic that you can eat while watching the sunset. He ends up nodding off for a little while you take a break lounging on some dunes, but you kind of like him leaning on your shoulder like that.Â
Lillia:Â
Where you take him: Concert in the parkÂ
A few steps down from a full on festival, Iâm imagining a lush green park, couples and families spread out on blankets, food trucks surrounding everything making the park smell amazing, maybe a couple of craft tents with knick-knacks for sale. There will be a large stage set up for the bands. Lilia prefers heavy metal, but I think he would like any show that plays something high energy. Youâll set up an umbrella to give you both some shade as you watch the acts. Lilia will regale you with tales of his travels and heâd probably love hearing about all the places in your world. At some point, you both definitely spend time dancing ridiculously. Lilia takes plenty of pictures to show off back at Disamonia.Â
Where he takes you: Esports competitionÂ
When Muscle Red told his online bestie Gloomamurai he was trying to come up with ideas for a date, the later said, âI got you,â and set him up with front row seats to the premier esports competition in all of Twisted Wonderland. Arriving at the indoor arena, you get a giant bucket of popcorn to share and Lilia buys you some merch of his favorite team. If you donât know a ton about esports or the game theyâre playing, Lilia will be more than happy to explain the rules to you. Youâre surrounded in deafening cheers when your team makes a last minute score to win, hugging each other while jumping up and down. On the way back, Lilia promises to help you set up an account for the online game and teach you the ropes, while trying to remember to thank his friend when you kiss his cheek.Â
Malleus:Â
Where you take him: Mini-golfingÂ
You canât tell me it wouldnât be adorable to see a giant Malleus hunched over a mini-golf club trying to gently tap the ball into a hole. I can see him at the first hole swinging like a normal golf course, sending the ball twinkling away, Team Rocket style. Mini-golf is a classic first date, and I think he would like the normality of it all. Youâre not trying to super impress him, just treating him like a normal boyfriend, a normal date. And it gives you both more time to focus on each other, between desperately trying to hit the ball through the moving fan blades of the windmill hole.Â
Where he takes you: Historic castle ruinsÂ
I can imagine Malleus panicking at first about where to take you for your first official date. Does he bring you to a ball in the Briar Valley? A romantic opera in perfect box seats? Do you start picking out your engagement rings? Instead, he finally decided on an old reliable choice, harking back to how you both first started bonding in the first place. He finds beautiful old ruins, either in Briar Valley or somewhere else, and you just stroll and talk. Heâll tell you about the architecture, maybe the history of the location, pointing out whatever interesting gargoyles he spots. You both understand you donât need grand gestures or impressive and expensive dates. Youâre both happiest being with each other.
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Imagine if ghosts reverted to their death state on the anniversary of their deaths, but I'm making it worse for Edwin in particular.
So I feel like Charles would struggle with it, obviously, but he also met Edwin when he was actively dying so, after a handful of years, he doesn't mind if Edwin -- only Edwin -- sees. They just sit down for the day and read till he can slip into his orb form in a facsimile of rest.
But then we got Edwin. This man will yap and yap about capital H Hell but God Forbid he actually TALK about his trauma. 'Charles mustn't be exposed to that!' is his fav excuse but c'mon. Be. So. Fr. He just doesn't want Charles to think of him differently.
There are days where Edwin hops off to the library or something and gets lost in books for days, it's not new. Ghosts have shit perception of time. So when Edwin disappears to the "library", Charles thinks nothing of it. He just goes to do some of his own shit -- concert, ghost cricket, idk -- and very impatiently waits for Edwin to be done. (They have a deal that he can come drag Edwin away after the 48 hour mark if he's not home by then.)
Another thing is, Edwin hasn't explicitly stated what day he died, so Charles has no idea. It doesn't occur to him that he's never seen Edwin's death anniversary till he's telling Crystal they'll be closed in a week for his, and she asks when Edwin's is.
And he just. Doesn't know.
So Crystal ushers him through her vanity because god forbid these boys have self initiated confrontation. And now Edwin is being cornered and he reluctantly reveals what he's been doing. Aka lying and spending his most vulnerable days in an abandoned garden or something. Charles is fucking Gobsmackedâ˘ď¸ and they talk, etc.
Anyways, Edwin's death anniversary is a month or two away from Charles' so they wait, both anxious as hell but Charles is being Charles and coping by helping Edwin instead.đđ (Edwin confronts him because PUT THEM BOTH ON BLASTâźď¸âźď¸đŁď¸đŁď¸)
On the day, Edwin's form changes little by little. Rubbed in rashes around his wrists and the corners of his lips, paler, sunken eyes, and bursted blood vessels looking like freckles. Charles spends the whole night reassuring Edwin and layering him in love and I'm such a sucker for love confessions so you KNOW they gotta have a moment like:
"I'm proper gone on you, aren't I?" Charles whispers into Edwin's hairline, sounding utterly smitten.
"Even like this?" Edwin asks. Equally quiet and wholly insecure, something Charles will spend the rest of his afterlife rectifying the same way Edwin has for him.
"Especially like this."
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Love Bites (NSFW)
See Me Through You Blurb
Synopsis: You bite your husband out of affection that leads to something else
Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader
Requested by a gorgeous anon đ
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Do not engage if you are underage
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âDid⌠babyâŚ. Did you just bite me?â Joe asked as he glanced over at you noticing that you had now moved your position and was laying your head on his shoulder.
After you had bitten it of course.
âNo.â
âThen what did I just feel on my shoulder? You know⌠the one that you're laying on?â
âI don't know. Beats me.â You replied as Joe was still eyeing you.
âI don't believe you.â He told you as he turned back to the movie that was playing on the television.
âOkay? And what am I supposed to do with that information?â You asked him as you picked your head up to slowly bite down once more. This time on his upper arm.
âBABY!â
âI can't help it! You look so biteable today! Well everyday but I have to stop myself because I would literally bite you for hours. I watched your presser and went FERAL.â
âYou literally go feral from the moment you open your eyes. And is that why you sent me a text calling me a whore?â
âSays the person who got me pregnant. And yes those are MY ARMS not anyone else's!â You told him as you softly bit down again except this time leaving a kiss on the same spot in your path.
Joe didn't say anything in response except slip his tank top over his head and throw it across the room as he eyed you.
âGet over here and sit on my lap.â
âOh?â
âAre you going to continue to stare at me or do what I told you?â Joe asked as you felt a light smack to your ass since your body was already slightly turned towards him.
He didn't even bother waiting for you to move before he literally pulled you onto his lap.
Several kisses were placed on your lips as he reached underneath the t-shirt that you were wearing and started to play with the waistband of your thong.
To give him easier access, the t-shirt was pulled over your head and added to the pile that Joe had originally started. Seeing you weren't wearing a bra, Joe smirked and began to place kisses on both of them, but before he did, little bites were placed on your sensitive skin first.
The wetness between your thighs began to increase and you knew on days like this that you needed for your husband to give you his undivided attention.
Joe's mouth found its way back to yours as your thong was pulled to the side and his fingers started to lightly graze across your folds making you moan as one of his fingers was placed inside.
He wasted no time in breaking the kiss and telling you to stand up so that he could get rid of the rest of his clothes along with the last piece of clothing that was covering you.
As he put you back in your original spot on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you slowly eased your way down making a moan escape from both of your mouths.
When you got into a comfortable pace and began to ride him, Joe took this opportunity to leave small bites accompanied with kisses all across your body where he could reach.
âMmm, baby.â You breathed out as you threw your head back in pleasure and Joe held onto your hips tighter.
He then placed one of your nipples in his mouth and bit down lightly before he began to suck on it making the moans escaping from your lips grow louder.
âShiiiit.â
âYou better ride me and act like you want it. How bad do you want to cum, baby?â Joe whispered in your ear and your only response was riding him faster.
âThat's what I fucking thought.â He told you as you felt another light smack to your ass.
Joe could tell you were tiring out and decided to help you from underneath. After a while his movements became sloppy and both of you hit your peak at the same time.
Your arms were still wrapped around Joe's neck as you were trying to catch your breath and moved to rest your head on his shoulder.
As he was rubbing small circles along your back, you lifted your head to kiss him, but as you did, you also bit down at the same time and could feel Joe smirk as you continued to kiss him.
âIf this is the result of me biting you, I need to do it more often.â
âBe careful what you wish for, baby. Now lay down because I'm nowhere near done with you.â
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It's a fascinating question and the answer doesn't speak to it at all. We're talking about swapping perceptions, you know, the hypothetical thing that could answer those "What if my blue is your red?" ponderings. Were that the case and you were to swap, you would start seeing everything red as blue and vice versa, but you would be able to tell this. That's a controversial point, but we aren't proposing a full qualia inversion here; your internal concepts of red and blue haven't changed, just the way that your brain maps sensory stimuli to your qualia has. You can imagine red, and it's red as you have always imagined it, you just look at a red delicious apple and you see it as blue. (Actually a fascinating question whether people would agree with this assessment, and has me wondering about people with aphantasia specifically about if they think their 'red as they have always imagined it' can be separated from the way things with that color look to them. I'm getting off track.)
But this swap is different. Semiotics refers to the meanings that things have; for instance, the way you are looking at these squiggles or hearing these sound waves and taking them as a message. I am intending a meaning now as I type these words out, and you are taking away a meaning as you perceive them, and though it won't quite be the same meaning it is related. There's a question of where exactly the meaning you perceive is; is it in the message itself? Is it just contained in the context around it? Was it put there by me? Is it only there when you read or hear it?
And now specifically we're talking about abstract objects, things which aren't concrete; for instance, words as words, not images or sounds but the thing that those patterns invoke. Things where it is already an interesting philosophical question about how exactly it is that they exist. (For those with the bent to ponder it and not just go 'Uh, they just do, duh' because yeah that's fair.) And that's just one example of an abstract object. It's not all messages. There are numbers. There are complex mathematical objects, like groups and rings and fields. Are things like "peace" abstract objects?
If we do this swap of perceptions, so you perceive the meaning of an abstract thing to be the meaning that I perceive... What are you perceiving, exactly? Is it the thing anymore? Is this even truly a swap of perceptions or is it rather a swap of thoughts? If you took one piece of my mental model of the world and swapped it out with one of yours, how would it fit in? Would it fit in at all? It's fascinating.
The world isn't shrouded in darkness. There's not some blinding fog that has settled over everything. You can observe the world, make sense of parts of it, peer into its mysteries and try to think of answers. Yeah, it's confusing and a lot of pieces of it are out of reach but that's just because the world is so fucking big and complicated and so many parts we simply lack the faculties to possess. This question is that lovely kind of philosophical pondering that is fundamentally unresolvable and by all rights has no practical purpose... But we can still talk about it, and in talking about it, we can share ideas and work through how it is we think of things. If nothing else, we can enjoy ourselves. And that's as practical a purpose as anything else.
Don't see something you can't think of how to answer and decide that it cannot be answered and that now is a time to shrink away to safe thoughts that can be trusted. Ponder whatever bullshit that strikes your fancy, and try to think about what the answers would be. Even if you can fundamentally never find out if you're right or wrong, the thinking itself is a worthwhile exercise. Encourage other people to do it too, though don't try to force it; different people have their own sorts of funtime questioning. I've got things like this, some people have how much prep time Batman would need to defeat Shrek in a fight.
equally confounded and obsessed by this quora question and response that i just stumbled onto
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LOOKIN' AT YOU GOT ME SAYING NONSENSE...
Overview: JJK men and their filthy mouths in bed.
Pairings: Gojo Satoru Ă Reader, Geto Suguru Ă Reader, Nanami Kento Ă Reader, Fushiguro Toji Ă Reader, Sukuna Ă Reader Word Count: 3.7k
TW: MDNI. EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT. Unprotected smut (wrap it before you tap it, people), breeding and creampies, dirty talk, overstimulation, clit play, breast play, pussy slapping (Nanami), cockwarming (Toji), choking (Sukuna), belly bulge (Nanami), spanking (Geto), marathons, pet names, tell me if I missed anything!!
A/N: Hello, this is pretty much my first explicit smut post, that too a jjk one so, um, bear w me if something doesn't make sense, or just any other mistakes.
â GOJO SATORU: a quickie before sleep? more like a marathon
"Shhhhh, it's alright, now, baby," He said, his knuckles white as his fingers tightened around the frame of the bed, his pretty cock bullying its way into your puffy folds for the second time that night. "Fuck, fuck, fuckk, don't go squeezing me like that, sweetie-" he gritted out, his jaw clenching as he pinned you with a look, the tips of his white hair tickling your face.
"I'm trying to hold back here."
You weren't supposed to be awake at 11 in the night. You were supposed to be asleep, so that you'd be able to wake up the next morning
His accusative voice made you keen as you arched your back, walls pulsating around him as he groaned and bit his lower lip, hips stuttering forward as you squeezed around him again.
"God, you make it hard to wait," he gritted out, a smirk forming in his face as even through the haze of pleasure, he caught the dirty pun.
"Then- oh!- don't, Satoru," you choked out, feeling so full, so wet, you could feel it flow down to pool onto the sheets, making them messier than they were.
That made him pause, as crystal blue orbs looked down at you, granted, they were more blown out, and you could barely spot the blue rings around his blown out pupils. "What'd you jus' say, sweetheart?"
He sounded absolutely stunned. He always let you adjust a little to everything during sexy times, be it his cock, fingers or mouth. Never had you made such a needy request. And yet, here you were.
You, on the other hand had grown a little shy, a pink blush dusting your cheeks and neck. You bit your lower lip, crying out in surprise when he suddenly pulled his hips back and snapped them back into you.
"Don't get shy, now, darling," he cooed, grinding his hips against yours.
"I told you to-" you were cut off when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, your nails digging into his shoulders. "To not hold back."
It was like something snapped in him as he bent down to give you a deep, sweet kiss, his hands sliding down your sides to lodge themselves on your hips.
You keened when he started setting a pace as he lapped at the sweat on your neck. "This what you wanted, baby?" he asked, stretching your arm above you, intertwining fingers, hitting your sweet spots with every thrust. "Yeah, it is, isn't it? Ugh, you feel like heaven."
You kept babbling about how good it felt as he got quicker, reeling back till his tip stayed and then pushed back in, all at once, making you see stars.
"So tight," he panted. "How're you so tight after everything I do to you?"
His thumb drew circles on your clit, groaning at the way you squeezed his hips between your thighs.
"Yeah, just like that, honey. Just like that. Have me just where you want me, hm? Asking me to not hold back like it won't make me absolutely ruin you, but that's exactly what you want, isn't it?"
He put pressure on your clit, biting his lip as he looked at you, all splayed out as your cunt bulged around his length.
"Such a pretty pussy. Taking me so well," he cooed and you screamed your release, your eyes rolling back into your head as wave after wave of pleasure wracked your body. Your nails left angry marks on his pecs, which he'd admire later. Currently, he was admiring the filthy white ring created around his cock because of your orgasms.
"My girl looks so perfect when she- fuckfuckfuck!- when she cums..."
He bit on the juncture of your neck as his warm cum fills you up as this time he shook, almost collapsing on top of you. He slowly set his weight down upon you, burying his face in your neck as you both came down from your highs.
You ran your hands through his pretty white hair, causing him to purr, the sound traveling through your bones when he pressed his lips to your pulse point. You also felt him get hard while still inside you, as you continued doing it.
After a few minutes, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes carrying the same, if not more heat.
He brushed away the stray hair sticking to your forehead, giving you a wolfish grin.
"Round three?"
â GETO SUGURU: netflix? nah, just chill.
"Suguruuuuuuu," you moaned, your back tired of keeping that perfect arch.
"Hush, now, baby," he said, landing a rough hand on your backside, admiring the hand print he left. "Patience."
Your loud whines echoed in the room, shadowing the music and dialogues of your favourite show on Netflix that was going on.
You'd told him explicitly that you'd watch the episodes this time. No distractions. No prying hands. But Suguru had never been able to help himself when it came to you.
"We're supposed to be- oh goddd- watching the show, Suguru," you choked out between moans.
"You think I'll be able to focus on that shit with you looking like this?" He breathed out, a hand running up your side, not even bothering to take off your, no, his shirt. Your panties were already halfway down and you knew he wasn't going to take it off fully.
He was in the mood for some nastiness.
"You wear my shirt and some skimpy panties, and expect me to focus on something else, baby?"
As a hand cupped one of your breasts, the other held his cock at your pretty hole, thrusting home easily in one swift stroke, thanks to his teasing that had started fifteen minutes into the new episode.
"Don't- ngh- put this on me, Suguru," you choked out, as he starts grinding into you, testing the waters.
"No?" he said, folding himself over you, his bare chest pressing against your half-naked back, his other hand creeping up your side to cup your other breast. He toyed with your nipples, tweaking the hard peaks and pressing on your sweet spot just right to make you go blank for a few seconds.
"It's hard for me to do anything else when you're there, anyway, baby," he cooed into your ear. "You can be wearing a gown or a bikini, I'm distracted either way."
You let out a long drawn-out moan as he stood up, fisting your shirt in one hand as the other lodged itself on your hip. He started snapping his hips against your ass, admiring the jiggle of your skin.
You bit your lip as he hit the right spots at every thrust, your fingers curling around the edge of the couch, as he pulled you back to meet every one of his thrusts. The wet thwack! thwack! thwack! of his delicious jabs rendered you speechless and thoughtless, as your mind started turning into mush.
"What's this?" Suguru asked as he leaned back down to kiss the back of your neck. "You already going dumb, baby?"
His lips kissed their way up to your shoulder before he hooked his chin onto it. "We're just getting started, honey."
The words made you let out a high-pitched whimper and in response, his hand crept up to your head, wrapping his fingers in your hair and pulling it back, his hips not stopping their onslaught.
Using your hair and hips as leverage, he made you thrust against him making you let out downright pornographic noises. You could feel the smug smirk as he stared at you. The shine on her body because of sweat made him salivate as he wondered how he got you, a goddess of a woman to give him her heart and trust him with it.
"Pretty little thing," he murmured, his voice almost lost due to the noise in the room. "All mine, hm?"
His lips curled up to a smile as you nodded rapidly, a hand of yours going behind to clutch his wrist.
"Say it while we finish, will you, sweetheart?" he ordered breathily, throwing his head back as his abdomen clenched, all while your pleasure mounted more and more. "I want to hear those words from your sweet mouth."
"I'm yours," you said, your head falling forward as your eyes rolled back into your head. You repeated the words throughout his thrusts, which got sloppier and harsher and screaming it when your ass stuck to his abs, his hand tight around your hip as you both came.
He choked on his breath, almost falling on you at feeling the tight hold of your wet, gooey walls on his cock as he spurted his seed into you. He drove his fist into the velvet of the couch, seeing white in front of his eyes as he moaned out loud with you.
When he finally came back to his senses, finding you panting softly, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of you, softly turning you over, and hooking an arm under her knees and the other under your back, paying no mind to your panties which fell to the ground.
"And I'm yours," he murmured into your forehead, pressing a small kiss to the soft skin. "I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you too, Suguru," you whispered back, remembering it because you knew that the way he'll fuck you will be anything but loving.
TOJI FUSHIGURO: game night luck
"Stay fucking still, will ya?" Toji growled into your ear as his fingers twitched on the buttons of his controller.
You couldn't help but squirm as his cock sat inside of you, throbbing in time to your clenching cunt. You whined, bouncing yourself up and down a bit.
He smacked a hand down on your thigh, glaring at your needy, trembling form. "You interrupt me again and I'll have to punish you, doll."
You tried your best to stay still. After all, you were the reason for this situation. You'd begged and teased your boyfriend so much, he'd made you sit on his cock, ordering you to stay still till he finished his game.
You'd always thought cockwarming would be an easy task. That if you did it with Toji, he would ultimately be the one to give in first, to fuck you hard and fast like the beast he was.
But, here you were, impatient as you buried your face in his neck, resisting the urge to lick at his pulse point.
He bounced his thigh a bit as he got to the end of the game, making you gasp. You bit your lip against a whine, only nosing at his pulse point, which made his cock twitch inside her.
"Yes! Fuck, yes!" He yelled as his game ended on a good note, raising his arms above his head in a cheer, before he leaned back, hands going behind his head as he smirked at you.
"Alright, pretty," he said, his voice coming out in a pleased rumble. "Ride me."
You immediately started bouncing on top of him, feeling him hit your sweet spot. But it wasn't enough as you set your hands on his shoulders and moved faster, but it wasn't as overwhelming as it usually was as you looked at him with a pout and whined.
Toji mimicked your whine, not moving to do anything. "What?"
"Wan' more," you slurred, leaning into him as you moved, tempting him with your bouncing tits.
He hummed thoughtfully, a hand cupping one of your breasts and squeezing, playing with the flesh.
"You gotta be more specific, doll," he said, both hands now playing with your tits, alternating between pinching your nipples and groping them.
You decide you've had enough. Leaning forward, you give him an open-mouthed kiss.
"Fuck me," you whispered against his lips, making sure to squeeze around his thick, throbbing cock.
He grunted, his hips thursting upwards involuntarily, before he smirked.
"That's my girl," he rasped, getting into a comfortable position before settling both hands on your hips, lifting you up and pulling you down roughly.
He set a fast pace, slamming you down on his throbbing dick, making you scream and squeal with every thrust.
"Such a good little girl," he said with a groan, fucking, no, using you, like you were nothing more than a toy that he used to masturbate with. "Warming my cock like a good little slut should. This little pussy is just made for my cock, isn't it? Just made to be fucked again and again."
You cried out at the filth spewing out of his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders as his lips wetly kissed up your neck. His hands went south, cupping your ass to pull you up and drop you down on his cock. His teeth digged into your skin as you threw your head back, body feeling like jelly as he manipulated it to his will.
Your spongey walls started pulsing and he smirked, grinding you onto him, a hand slapping your breast. "Hold it."
Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him, pleading and whining as he slapped your breast again.
He hummed in response, delayig his orgasm as well. He pressed his palm at the small of your back, pinching a nipple at the same time he whispered, "Cum for me. Now."
Both their orgasms were unleashed together, Toji holding you still as he pounded his warm cum into you, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible.
"Seems like you're my good luck charm, doll" he said gruffly, a hand curling around your nape to pull you into a sloppy kiss.
"We're going to have to do this every week."
RYOMEN SUKUNA: unexpected discoveries
One thing about fucking Sukuna was that he strictly abided by three-to-one rule, even though it was more like five-to-one or more with him, thanks to his stamina and the fact that he lost his goddamn mind over you.
For example, currently, he had just made your legs shake with his tongue and lips, licking and sucking your clit. It was the fourth orgasm of the night, and you knew that finally, you'd be getting to feel his girthy cock inside your wet, dripping folds. He'd had you on your hands and knees for so long, your back was starting to ache.
So, when he pulled your knees back for you to fall flat on your stomach, you were thankful. His hand came down on your ass before kneading it, staring at your docile form with a smile. He admired the filtered rays of sunlight that made your body sparkle, before lifting your hips up just a bit and positioning his cock behind you.
"You ready for me, brat?" he asked, his gravely voice sending shivers up your spine. He grinned, not even waiting for an answer, slapping his veiny member against your pussy once before thrusting into you all at once, leaving you to bury your scream into the pillow.
His eyebrows furrowed as he ground his tip into that one mushy spot that had already been abused by his fingers earlier that night. Then, he lied down on top of you, every inch of his taut muscles touching your soft skin.
His hand curled around your neck, bringing your face up as your hands tightly curled into pillows.
"Did I tell you to hide your noises, pet?" he growled into your ear as he started thrusting into you, pulling just a few inches out and and pushing it back in so fast, your already thoughtless mind was going even more dumb. "Y'know I need to hear you, don't you?"
Your moans turned into screams as his rapid thrusts sent you into a haze of pleasure. "That's my girl, screaming out like a bitch in heat, hm? Keep making those noises, let everyone know who's making you feel so good."
Even though your moist insides were giving him the pleasure he needed, he found the position to be a bit uncomfortable. He absentmindedly wrapped his arm around your neck, pressing on the sides of your neck before a little sense invaded and his hips paused.
"Shit, darling, you alri-" he cut off on an involuntary moan as your walls pulsated and tightened around his cock.
He turned his head to blink at you in surprise, looking at your cheeks tinted with red. "Did you... like that, pet?"
You bit your lip, too embarrased to say anything when he tightened the hold on your neck, making your pussy throb again. "I asked you something."
"Yes," you breathed out. You felt the big puff of exasperation that Sukuna let out before he ordered, "Speak up."
"Yes," you affirmed. His eyes immediately had the excitement of a kid in a candy store.
"My little brat loves being choked," he mused
He started thrusting his hips again, setting the same rapid pace, except this time, he was choking you in a headlock.
"You've probably been wanting me to do this to you, haven't you?" he murmured right by your ear, making you choke out a whimper as your belly coiled up, that familiar feeling coming back. "Filthy little slut just wanting to be choked while she's being fucked dumb."
"You should've told me, pet," he scolded, his other hand curling around the side of your waist. "Y'know I'm a filthy asshole, so why hide it from me?"
That made you cry out, one final squeeze of his arms around your throat making you see white as your mouth opened up in a silent whine, his thrusts getting deeper and sloppier as he came with you.
Your legs were shaking by the time his orgasm passed, as he manhandled you onto your back, pushing your legs back till your knees touched your breasts, and sliding his cock against your slit.
"Now," he announced, his firm, curious tone, getting the attention of your tired mind. "You're going to tell me everything that you've been wanting me to do to you."
There was an evil glint in his eyes at the next words that were uttered out if his mouth.
"And I'm going to do it all to you."
KENTO NANAMI: famous last words
"That's my girl," Nanami purred, a hand sliding down to press the bulge that his cock had created in your stomach.
You couldn't help but throw your head back with a cry, using his shoulder as a support. Your husband had you both kneeling on the bed with your back to his chest, as both, a reward and a punishment.
One hour and fifty seven minutes prior, you'd sent a risky text to him, not knowing that he was in a meeting. He'd almost abandoned the important business deal and driven home to you, to fuck your brains out, but had managed to control himself till he'd gotten home, eager to see you keep your promise.
He'd spent his time wisely, teasing and edging you with his hands and mouth, punishing you for causing the distraction, even though it was unintentional.
The bastard just loved to rile you up.
"Now," he said, his hand sliding down south, his middle finger ghosting over your clit. " What was it that you had said?"
You gulped audibly, pussy clenching in both fear and anticipation. It made him hitch his hips upward with a grunt, his hand slapping your clit in retaliation.
"Tell me, love. What do you want me to do?" He asked, rubbing lazy circles on your inner thighs with his thumb. " Or would you rather just be like this?"
That made your breath hitch, grinding on his cock as you said, "I want you to fuck me dumb."
The statement made him smile victoriously. "Whatever my wife wants."
You cried out when he started pistoning into you, his thighs hitting your ass. The position you were in gave him easy access to your deepest spots, his. lengthty cock hitting them at every thrust.
Nanami was sure he was in heaven. Your wet pussy was wrapped tightly around his cock and your beautiful, almost melodic noises were right by his ear.
"Such a good girl for me," he murmured into ear, his free hand wrapping loosely around your throat, a finger pressing on your pulse point. "Taking whatever I give like a good wife should, hm? Sending me those filthy words while I'm working hard so that I can get home and have you keep your promise."
You, however, were not able to think of anything as your husband gave you exactly what you asked.
His hand slid up to cup your chin, before plunging two fingers into your mouth. Your eyes were on the ceiling, lost in the haze of pleasure, and he smiled as your tongue coated the digits in saliva.
"Filthy slut," he whispered, making you whine as his thrusts got sharper. The pads of his fingers pressed on the back of your tongue, causing your eyes to roll back into your head, leaving only the feeling of him everywhere.
He took his fingers out to glide them down to play with your pebbled nipples, tracing your areola before flicking your nipple, his lips sucking a hickey into the skin on the juncture of your neck.
Feeling utterly overstimulated, you tried to run away, making him wrap the arm around your waist, just to start pounding into you harder, pulling his cock out almost his whole length out before pressing all of it back home. Two fingers started to draw small, fast circles on your clit, making the tension coiling in your lower belly even tighter as your noises got louder.
"Cum for me, my love," he said, his tender voice a contrast to his actions, slapping your clit again to make you scream as he finally let you cum, pussy gushing around his cock.
He hissed at your the grip, his thrusts got hastier and messier as he groaned roughly, your shorts of his cum filling you up.
He fell on top of you, making you moan out as you felt some of his cum trickle it even as he was inside you. He buried his face in your neck, pressing featherlight kisses as he got fully hard again.
A deep, sudden thrust made you squeal in surprise, his mouth near your ear again.
"I'm not done yet, love."
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how do the batboys comfort reader when overstimulated?
wasn't sure which ones you wanted so i did like the main 5 (sorry i can't write duke yet i'll learn + the other ones) damian and tim are aged up btw if it wasn't implied anywhere else (but aged regularly in bruce's for plot convenience)
bruce wayne
would notice right away. he wouldn't waste a single second, figuring out the source of the issue and putting a stop to it.
"that a little better now?" he'll ask, turning off the light, the fan, and walking into tim and damian's rooms to get them to shut up. whatever made his baby happy.
richard grayson
would think it's his fault. he would do whatever you asked him to do. turn the tv off? you didn't even have to ask. the light's too bright? who even let that light be installed in the first place.
"sorry i talked your ear off earlier..." he would mumble solumnly, and he would only get done sulking after you told him it wasn't his fault.
jason todd
completely understands that, and is likely already feeling the same way as you. he already knew what to do, seeing as he'd been wanting to do it himself for an hour prior.
the only reason he hadn't done it earlier was because he wasn't sure if you wanted him to and he didn't know what would be okay. he always worried about what was okay with you, after all.
tim drake
didn't completely understand the first time it happened. he was cooperative, though. if you didn't want to be touched, he would be a little sad at first, but he wouldn't be upset with you.
"screen's too bright? so sorry, y/n, i'll put it away." he's always incredibly eager to please you, so he begs you to tell him the second he does something wrong to air on the side of caution.
damian wayne
wouldn't care if you were anyone else. having shared a house with a few people like you for the duration of his teenage years (post 10 years old, really..), he was already doing everything he could to get the dog to stop yapping at you.
"titus, cut the bull, y/n isn't in the mood for this right now." he says, gently kicking the large dog's back leg out the back door. he didn't talk much after the dog was out, and made sure not to touch you unless you told him it was okay.
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I canât stop thinking about bratty princess reader x bodyguards 141
Something something your life is ruined now that your father has hired four broody body guards to be with you at all times. They usually rotate shifts, one staying with you at all times.
Sometimes events call for three of them or all of them. So when itâs time for a royal ball and three of them are needed, Simon opts to sit this one out in hopes to avoid the uncomfortable socialization.
After the ball, John stays at the palace with you and Kyle and Johnny join Simon back at their residence. Simon is absolutely baffled when the boys donât shut up about how bratty you were and the major attitude adjustment you need.
Talking about how you refused to follow directions, even when they were for your safety. Refused to buckle up in the car and struggled so much that Johnny had to hold you down while Kyle buckled you up. Pouting the rest of the way home. Refused to eat dinner at the ball and insisted they stop at a drive through even though that wasnât on your itinerary. Threatening to get them fired if they donât take you.
The boys go on and on about your behavior and Simon just listens, dumbfounded.
âWhatâs that face for Riley? She even worse with you?â Johnny asks with a frustrated tone.
Simon shakes his head. âNo attitude for me.â
The boys both start laughing. Thereâs no way thatâs true. Youâre truly a spoiled rotten brat, they think. Thereâs no way that heâs serious.
They never believe him until thereâs an event that calls for all four of them. Simonâs with you at the palace while you get ready. The three boys pull up out front ready for you to join.
They watch as you walk nicely to the car and climb into the middle settling in next to Johnny. Simon climbs in after you. The boys are ready for the battle of asking you to buckle up.
âBuckle, princessâ Simon grumbles.
âYes, Mr. Riley.â The car goes silent. Johnny and Kyle look like their eyes are about to pop out of their head. John doesnât miss the way your cheeks blushed red.
The car ride is silent. The boys are too shocked to say anything. Since when did you have manners and the ability to follow instructions? John drives with a grin on his face. Simon is unphased as you rest your head on his shoulder.
At the event, you are on your best behavior. You eat your food, move when instructed to move, and smile the whole time. The boys are genuinely so shocked at this new side of you. They watch in awe as Simon approaches you and the ever present feisty look is no where to be found.
âReady to go?â Simon asks softly.
âCan we please stay a little longer?â You ask so kindly. Simon nods and finds his protective position.
âDid she just say please?â Johnny asked exasperated.
âShe doesnât even know what that word means!?!?â Kyle is just as shocked. John just chuckles and shakes his head.
They then watch as minutes pass and you gently tap Simon and tell him you are ready to leave.
When you get to the car, Johnny decides to put this to the test. Simon gets you in the car and closes the door to talk to the event staff before leaving.
âBuckle up sweetheart.â Johnny instructs.
You give him a polite nod and buckle up quickly. John lets out a chuckle and before Johnny canât say anything before Simon is joining them in the car. âBloody hell.â is all that is heard as the car falls silent.
On the way home, you lean over the Simon and ask if you could stop for ice cream. He replies with a simple âNo, princessâ and is met with no reaction from you. A slight nod and your head falls back against his shoulder.
Kyle is about to lose it. You threatening to get them fired if they didnât take you through the drive through the other day. What the fuck has Simon done to you??
Something something and now itâs the end of the night. Simon has got you settled into bed and walks into the castle living room to review how tonight went with the security team.
âWhat the fuck did you do to her?â Johnny and Kyle stare at him as if heâs accomplished the impossible.
âTold ya, no attitude with me.â
John chuckles and pats Simon on the back as he grins.
A/n: is this dumb?? Itâs been eating my brain for a four hour car ride đđ
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meddle about
an outerbanks band au! | a jj maybank and rafe cameron smau
synopsis: after competing and winning the battle of the bands, the sirens were offered a record deal, launching them into stardom. when they are about to go on their first world tour, the band is faced with the decision of who they will open for them. they choose the swell, their runner-up in the battle of bands two years prior. with a rocky past with some members of the swell, y/n, the leader singer of the sirens, must tread carefully not cause anymore problems during this choatic tour.
intros | prologue | part one
tw: mentions of depression, anxiety, adhd, addiction, child abuse (emotionally and mentally), alcohol, weed, cocaine, homophobia, and sex.
word count: 2.1k
author's note: finals week kicked my ass but we slay and i put out a new chapter of something finally
thursday, august 15th, 2024
You took one last puff from your cigarette before throwing it down to the ground and smothering it with your sneaker. You let out a loud sigh before grabbing the handle of the door and walking back into the first stop of The Lie to Girls Tour.Â
As you walk in you notice how the venue has come to life with roadies sending everything up for later that night. You start walking towards your dressing room when someone calls out your name.Â
You turn my head and see Ward Cameron making a B-line for me. You roll my eyes and stop in front of him.Â
âWhat do you want, Ward?â You ask the manager of The Swell and Sarahâs father.Â
He gives you a sneer and folds his arms to assert dominance over you.Â
âWhere is Sarah?â He asks with a stern look on his face.Â
I let out a chuckle.Â
âI donât know where she is, Ward, but I can be damn sure she doesnât wanna talk to you.â You say before walking away from the older man.Â
You walk towards your dressing room and look around yourself diligently hoping you donât see him. You make it to your dressing room and open the door to see Sarah getting her hair done by the bandâs hair stylist, Aubree, and Cleo getting her make-up done by the bandâs make-up artist, Kimora. You walk in, letting the door close behind you, and go straight for the couch that Kie is sitting on and lay your head on her lap.
âYour dadâs a dick, Sarah,â I say with my eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere of the room. Kite lets out a muted snort.Â
âI know he is, but what did he do now?â She asks, twisting to look behind her at you on the couch.Â
âNothin, just asked where you were. But I guess he didnât even bother to look because anyone else could have told him that you were here.âÂ
âDid you tell him where I was ?â
âFuck no, that would mean I would have to spend five minutes walking with him here. I would rather spend the night in whatever torture chamber Satan's got prepared for that man.âÂ
The whole room laughs but you. You werenât joking, you were serious.Â
âHowâd you even bump into him girlie?â Cleo asks?Â
âWent for a smoke out on the side.â You reply nonchalantly.Â
Everyone in the room this time groans.Â
âI donât like this judgment Iâm getting from everyone. I hardly smoke cigs anymore! We are Texas and Iâm not tryna get arrested before we have even gotten on stage.â I defend.Â
âI guess thatâs acceptable,â Kie says, tapping your nose.Â
You scrunch your face at her.Â
âSo how are you girls feeling? The first night of your basically sold-out tour.â Aubree asks as she finishes the final curls on Sarahâs hair.Â
âSo excited, man. I have a good feeling about tonight.â Cleo smiles.Â
âOh my god, knock on wood right now, Cleo! Youâre gonna jinx us!â You exclaim sitting up from Kieâs lap.Â
âI don't think itâsâŚâ
âI swear to god, you better knock.âÂ
Cleo doesnât say anything but rolls her eyes and knocks on the ledge of the vanity in front of her.Â
Kie looks at you and sighs.Â
âBabe I mean this in the nicest way possible, did you take your meds today?â She questions.Â
âYes, I did.â You roll your eyes at her question.Â
âSo excited and nervous.â Aubree takes it away.Â
âSheâs just nervous about interacting with JJ.â Sarah spills.
âWhat the fuck! No, I am not! I could care less what the dipshit thinks.â You refute.Â
Just as you finish, the band stylist, Jess, walks into the dressing room holding everyoneâs outfit.Â
âSo you didnât text me saying you literally have to look sexier than sexy this whole tour to show JJ heâs an idiot.â Jess chimes in.
You let out a loud groan.Â
âDamn it, Jess. You just fucked my whole I donât care vibe.â You whine.Â
Everyone lets out a chuckle at your reaction.Â
âWell, Iâll have you know that the outfit I picked up is killer.â Jess smiles.Â
âLemme see!â You sit up excited like a child at Christmas.Â
She puts all the outfits on the rack and pulls out yours.Â
Everyone in the room, oohs and ahhs.Â
âOh Jess, you are a magic baby!â You laugh.Â
She smiles and shakes her head and walks over to you to give you the hanger.Â
âGet changed, I wanna see how it looks on you.â She demands.Â
âYes, maâam.â You smile and get up off the couch. You go behind the divider and get undressed and put on the outfit that she had chosen for you.Â
You get changed into a faux leather corset and a black faux leather skirt.Â
When you step out from behind the divider, everyone in the room whoops and whistles.Â
âGet in my chair now,â Aubree exclaims. âI have the best idea.âÂ
You giggle and nod excited to see what she had in store for your hair. As Aubree works on your hair, Kimora starts on your make-up.Â
The room is filled with laughter, music, and singing. Aubree is done with your hair pulled into a slick back 90âs spiky bun when thereâs a knock on the door. She gives your hair one more spritz of hairspray before going to grab the door.Â
When she opens the door, the once loud and obvious room is now dead silent. JJ Maybank is standing in front of the door.Â
He looks around uneasily and then looks at you. He is in awe of the way you look.Â
âIs there a reason youâre here?â Aubree sneers at him in an unkind tone.Â
âUh-uh i-uh..â He keeps staring at you.Â
âYo pervert, either say something or get out.â Kimora scolds him.
âYeah- uh sorry,â he keeps his eyes on you. âWard sent me to get you, says Minerva is looking for you.â
You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. What the fuck? You think to yourself.Â
âAnything else?â Kimora questions, their tone suggesting heâd leave.Â
âHe said I had to walk you thereâŚâ He hesitates.Â
âSheâll be out in a minute.â She says before shutting the door in his face.
You turn to the other girls with your eyes widened in confusion. They all shrug at you not knowing what is going on. You look at Sarah and mouth Your dadâs a dick. She sighs heavily and nods.Â
You look around the floor and put on your Doc Martens.Â
âFucking bastard.â You mumble to yourself about Ward before opening the door.Â
You look at JJ with a sneer and wait for him to lead you to Minnie.Â
âSo uh- IâmâŚâ He stutters out and you cut him off with a glare.Â
The rest of the way to Minnie was silent. He did not try to utter another word to you.Â
When you find her, she is surrounded by roadies asking her questions about the final touches on the venue.Â
When she sees you and JJ together she gives you a strained smile. She knows that this is not a situation you want to be in.Â
âThank you, Jackson. You can leave us.â She says coldly and wraps her arm around your shoulder. You giggle when she calls him his legal name and wrap your arm around her waist.Â
âYou look like a good kid, everyone did you up real pretty.â She smiles down at you.Â
âThey did, this team might be my favorite.â You smile up at her.Â
âGood, goodâŚâ She says as the two of you walk. âI gotta ask you a favor and I know you donât wanna do it but Ward Cameron is up my ass and if I know if we make a fuss, which I want to, things will get leaked to the press and none of you kids need that right now.âÂ
âWhat do you need, Minnie?â You furrow your brow.Â
âI need you, specifically, to sing a song with one of the members of The Swell. Ward wants it to be JJ for publicity to say there is no bad blood between the two of you, but he can kiss my ass. That is up to you to forgive him and only you, hun.âÂ
âJesus Min, this man is gonna be a pain in our asses all tour isnât he?â
Minnie nods and that is all you need to know that it is going to be a long tour.Â
âAlright, Iâll do it. And Iâm choosing the song.â You say.Â
âSounds good to me. Break a leg, youâre gonna kill out there.â She offers a kind smile before reaching five steps away from you and she is surrounded by people who need to ask her questions.Â
You turn around and go back towards the dressing rooms. You look around looking for the name you need. You go up to the door and knock.Â
The door opens and you have a smirk up at him.Â
âHow would you like to piss off your dad tonight.â You ask.Â
He doesnât respond with words but instead, a sly smirk spreads across his face and he opens the door wider so that you can step inside.Â
â
The crowd was electric tonight. Even though most of The Swellâs songs were unknown to the crowd, they enjoyed it very much and it definitely helped that all the members were attractive.Â
You stand backstage getting mixed up as you watch from the sidelines. As the last song comes to an end JJ goes up to the middle mic.Â
âHowâd yâall like that one?â He asks the crowd. They cheer and scream to show their enthusiasm.Â
âGood, good,â He chuckles into the mic. âNow Iâm gonna hand this over to Rafe.âÂ
Rafe is up from his drum set and someone is already taking his place. He runs up and daps up JJ before taking his place in front of the mic.Â
âNow, if youâre a fan of The Swell, youâll know I donât sing up in the front often but I wanted to treat yâall for the first show. And as for something extra special, I have a guest. But your hands together for Y/N L/N of The Sirens, everybody!â He exclaims.Â
The crowd goes while as your name is said and you step out on the stage. You give the band members a wave except JJ and head on over to Rafe.Â
âHey, everyone, are these guys treating you well?â You ask into the mic. The crowd cheers in response. You smile seeing everyone enjoying themselves.Â
âI'm glad, so I have a question,â You look at the crowd. âDo yâall know Perfect by One Direction?âÂ
The crowd erupts in total chaos.Â
âSeems like they know it, pretty girl.â Rafe flirts. You give him a smirk and move in closer.Â
âSeems like it, so yâall are gonna sing along with us?â The crowd erupts once again in cheers. âAlright letâs do it.â You smile at the crowd.Â
The music starts playing and you sway your body to the music coming from your ears. Rafe brings the mic to his lips and winks at you before he sings.Â
âI might never be your knight in shining' armor, I might never be the home you take home to Mother,â He sings to the audience. âAnd I might never be the one who brings you flowers,â He turns to you while pointing at himself and sings âI can be the one, be the one tonight.âÂ
The crowd screams loving the chemistry the two of you are displayingÂ
â When I first saw you from across the room I could tell that you were curious,â You sing, looking up at him and checking him out.Â
âOh, yeah,â The whole band harmonizes with you.Â
âBoy, I hope youâre sure what youâre looking for âcause Iâm not good at making promisesâ You riff.Â
You and the whole band sing the chorus. But as you sing your eyes are locked on Rafe and his eyes are locked with yours.Â
When everyone gets to the line, âIf you like to do the things we shouldnât do,â you and Rafe are close. He has one hand on the mic and the other on your waist. You have two arms around his shoulders sharing the mic he was sharing. His gaze is locked with yours not daring to look away.Â
For the rest of the song the two of you are never less than a foot apart and when you are close one of you is touching the other. It was like you were the only people on stage even though you were performing in front of thousands.
Although you never looked away from the audience or Rafe, the one thing you could feel was JJâs burning jealous gaze on your back.Â
after the concert...
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"Don't u know what u're asking me with these?
'Abandon the sea, and stay on land'"
"Are you sure you know~ what u're getting into, Trey-san?"
[x] [x] [x]
#treyjade#AUGH WHEN TREYJADE ARTIST DOES SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WRITING I CAN'T LEAVE ALONE & JUST HAVE TO TELL THE WORLD WITHOUT EXACTLY REPOSTING IMAGES#FIRST LINK FIRST LINK CHECK THE FIRST LINK AUGHHHH!!!!! THE JADE REACTION IS SO MOEEE~~ yes it's kinda different to the way i draw him here#THE SECOND AND THIRD LINKS ARE JUST AS NICE & FUNNY I LEAVE THEM THERE AS A TREAT for treyjaders!!!!!!!#twst#twisted wonderland#jade leech#the description of the third link STABS me right AT THE FUNNY BONE IN MY HEART#'When I was at the sea there was food swimming everywhere...'#JAAAAAAAAAAAAADEEEEEEEEEE FSDHSDHSHDSH#HE THINKS THE SEA IS OPEN WORLD CAFETARIA FHSDHSDHSDH#HE'S TOO CUTEEEEE ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I JUST IMAGINE HIM DOING SOMETHING TOTALLY RANDOM AND SUDDENLY HIS HAND JUST WENT AND GRAB A FISH AND PUT IT INTO HIS MOUTH IN A MATTER OF#SECOND FHSDHSDH#AJA DE#AND THIS KEEPS HAPPENING EVERY 5 MINUTES INTERVAL FHSDHSDH#THE SECOND LINK IS JUST GOLD THROUGH AND THROUGH FHSHDSDH#SO MOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAUGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TREEEEEYYJJJJJAAAAAADEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:
i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???
#ramble#sorry i'm currently in a phase of 'of course this happened' and 'oh i deserve this because i didn't give him what he wanted'#like he knew i was grey ace since the start. and he let it go on for SO long after i said i might be vaguely aro as well#if that's a dealbreaker for you bc of your love language then FINE but NIP IT IN THE BUD#he said he put it off because he didn't want to hurt my feelings but it only hurt me MORE#like you're an adult. grow the fuck up and communicate like one#holding your negative feelings in hoping somebody notices you're hiding them is what TEENAGERS do#and also i told him VERBATIM: i didn't think anyone would ever love me because i'm not comfortable with xyz. and he just confirmed that#idk i still feel like i'm being selfish because how could i expect someone to be in a relationship with me when i can't give them anything#also tmi but it's not like we did NOTHING. we still held hands/cuddled/were close. he just didn't have his tongue down my throat anymore#so obviously i'm assuming by 'missing affection' he just meant sex and as an ace person that just fucking sucks#also oh my god i HATED how much he would imply we were going to have sex. i would have to keep SAYING 'i don't like doing this'#he always spoke like it was inevitably going to happen and it didn't click how GROSS i felt about it until recently#also ALSO not to go there but i never told him WHY i struggle with it (it's sensory issues)#and like. what if something had happened to me that made it hard for me and i just wasn't ready to tell him. and then he did this#again sorry to overshare this is still just a lot for me and i have no idea if i'm being unreasonable#if you're ace and in a relationship please let me know bc i'm starting to think it'll end this way every single time
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Adding on with a personal example of this since I cannot sleep (it is 8am and insomnia has got me bad. I've been up all night).
Last week I went to a local pub with some friends. I got up to use the toilet (important note: I'm a disabled trans man with IBS). The pub I was at legit only has an accessible stall in the ladies' room. And I'm a trans man who passes frequently enough for it to be An Issue if I went to the accessible stall. It was also about 3am, give or take.
So I go to the adjacent men's room and use the toilet stall (even if I wasn't trans, I'd still need the stall anyway for my IBS). Outside, I hear a cis man passing some women queueing for the ladies' room. As mentioned before, the accessible stall and ladies room are frustratingly one and the same. An accessibility nightmare. So there's always queues. The man walks past and tells the women to come into the men's with him instead of waiting and they can give him blowjobs. I couldn't see anyone involved (again, I was in the stall having an IBS moment). But this made me so angry I began to prepare to get up - then stopped because - I'd be putting myself at huge risk by 1. Probably outing myself 2. Even if I didn't end up clocked, I'm not very tall or intimidating, 3. I was actively having a disability moment and couldn't exactly pack it in to get on my high horse.
I felt pathetic and hopeless because I couldn't step in to say something. Expecting marginalised men to put ourselves in harm's way just feels like an extension of the patriarchal idea that men have to be defenders or protectors and if not, we are not performing masculinity sufficiently (and as op put it so well, essentially discredits feminist men in the eyes of men who aren't. As does the act of being a feminist while a man).
When I was outed to my parents for the third time without my consent (c. 2019) my dad (estranged, along with my mum) said to me that "no man will ever accept you" [note: I went on to date a cis man for the next 5 years] in regards to my transness. Even though he is dead wrong - he really meant "no man *like me* will ever accept you". And unfortunately a lot of cis men are like him.
I feel horrified I couldn't step in to say something to that man in the men's room last week. But I am unlikely to have achieved anything and would likely be on the receiving end of violence depending on how the man took criticism.
I wish there was something constructive I could do in moments like those without putting me in harms way. I sadly couldn't approach the women later to check if they were okay because I didn't see their faces. And even if I did - I don't want my presence to be unnerving for them so soon after being harassed by a different man.
If your vision for the deradicalization of right-wing men begins and ends with "other men telling them that that's gross and to stop it" then I'm sorry, you do not understand how masculinity works.
"Men who hold patriarchal status" and "men who are feminists" are two groups who overlap less than you want them to. I'm sorry. That's not solely because men are so happy with patriarchal status that they don't want to risk it by policing misogyny/queerphobia/racism, It's because being misogynistic, queerphobic, and racist, end expressing other forms of toxic masculinity(and often abusively so) are part of how people establish and maintain patriarchal status. The men who have the ability to stop this via nothing but peer pressure are the very people who are doing it. That's by design. And engaging in feminist intervention is, in and of itself, usually the abrupt end of that status and its associated power to persuade misogynistic men.
Like, I have worked in blue collar jobs as a notably queer person. It was pretty much a constant deluge of verbal abuse. In my experience, most blue collar work environments are exploitative, abusive, and bigoted, and very gleefully so. On the occasions I have spoken up about someone saying something that was super fucking out of line (asking me which of the girls walking by was hottest. We were installing a portable classroom at a middle school), believe it or not, they completely failed to be shamed! Because nobody else on the crew gave a fuck. *I* was the weird one. They ghosted me. A full blown company ghosted me. I suddenly didn't have a job anymore because they just straightforwardly stopped telling me where the next job site was.
Like, this doesn't mean that it's your job to do it, but this vision you have of these big groups of men where everyone is on the fence and there is precisely one shit stirrer who can be shut down by a brave feminist man who can single handedly set the example for all these other guys...you are high. You are describing an "everybody clapped" level absurd scenario. Most of these truly virulent misogynistic guys either have zero friends, because, you know, our society is atomized to fuck, or they are in a group where the feminist guy is actually the weirdo who can be shut down and ostracized much, much easier than the misogynists, because there is no such thing as a man misogynists respect who stands up for women.
You might be saying "well, we're talking about longstanding personal relationships, actually. Like, they need to have to want to spend time with you and then, as a side effect, you can mind control them out of being a threat to us."
Problem with that being:
1: Many feminist men also have no friends, see the atomized society above.
2: Feminist men already stopped hanging out with men who make rape jokes because why the fuck would we want to spend time with them.
3: That isn't just because we respect women so hard. We are in many cases talking about men who are also deeply queerphobic, heirarchical, violent and abusive to other men. What initially drew me to feminism and women was a lack of heirarchical squabbling and constant bullying, and the ability to be openly queer. A lot of men who came to feminism did so because they knew that the patriarchy was not a place they would find success or acceptance. These are not the men who are gonna be able to change right wing minds.
4. Men do not view themselves as a monolith. There is no universal brotherhood of men. The actual meaning of the term "Fragile masculinity" is that men are constantly expected to prove that they are deserving of the status of being a member of their own gender. There are large swathes of men--including most of the men who you'd look to as examples of good, feminist men who you want to undertake this project--who are considered failed men, sissies, f****ts, soyboys, ect. They are. Not. Going. To. Convince. These. Men. Of. Jack. Shit. Much less successfully *shame* them. Jesus.
I know all of this sucks. I know it would be cool to be able to just point at a group and have them be responsible for the work. But nah. It's gonna have to be a societal project, one that will probably outlast all of us. Sorry. The thing you want these men to do is, absolutely, the morally correct thing to do. But presuming that it would be effective is, and once again I am so sorry about this, just ignorance of how these social groups function.
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