#imagine looking at this man and thinking he's not handsome like sorry you got shit for eyes bro

[joshuaballsett]

[kallista-diune]

Suprise... - part 1

Words count - 1319

OC name is Via, sorry I can't force myself yet to change habits 😅 White hair are specific for a reason, but you can imagine the rest of her appearance as you like.

My first concept changed a lite since the Imagine blurb. Second part won't be fast unfortunately, sorry :( I'm still learning to write stories in English, it probably would be much longer and faster if I was writing in my native language.

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Mae just stormed out from the abandoned house which was currently their hideout on the planet Kiros. Nice, quiet forests, safe lakes, small cities. The door slammed behind her, making the two other remaining people flinch. White haired woman looked over at her partner with annoyance in her eyes. 

“I swear, if the Master wouldn't punish me later, I would smack her head with anything heavy…” She said and the man chuckled.

“She's young and rebellious. She likes to think we are beneath her, less important. I’m used to it and just continue to do my job. 

“Maybe. But I really don't like how she is treating you, Qimir. You are such an intelligent man, without you she wouldn't even know where to go or look.”

“Without us Snowflake.” Qimir pointed at her. Again with that nickname… Via tried very hard not to show how much his little nicknames messed with her heart. “Don't forget that your connection to nature in the Force is very helpful for her, me and our Master. We are both important to him.”

“I'm trying to really believe him when he praises me… But… never mind. We should get to sleep. She exhausted me…”

“He never praises without meaning it. You know how he is.” Qimir offered her a warm smile. “But yeah we should hit the pillow. I guess you're sleeping next to the wall?”

“Yes, mister radiator. Have I ever mentioned that I would freeze long ago without you?” Via laughed and got up from the floor. 

“Every time we go somewhere where it's cold at night. “ Qimir playfully rolled his eyes and followed her to their shared makeshift bed. 

They didn't even bother to change, always ready to run if something would happen. Via took her place and a moment after Qimir was laying beside her, his back facing her front. Always respectful. At least at the beginning… Throughout the night, he was often changing positions, sometimes ending up cuddling her. Usually when the night was really cold. Via didn't know if it was for his own need of heat or somehow he sensed her shiver. Her home planet was hot and humid which was the reason why she was even less resistant to low temperatures.

 It was such a good thing their Master knew or probably sensed through the Force her struggles, and he always gave her additional covers when she was sleeping on his island while training. Who knew he actually had at least a string of compassion in him. 

Qimir on the other hand was just sweet and caring, but he couldn't know what those little hugs were doing to her. She was hiding her feelings for so long… Despite his somewhat unkempt appearance, he was a handsome man. His smile brightens up any blue day and her heart skipped a beat every time. His little playful head tilts accompanied with his signature single brow raise without a fail made her laugh every time. He liked to watch her braid her hair into a crown-like style around her head, sometimes helping if her hands were too stiff from the cold. She welcomed his closeness every time, trying so hard not to show her excitement. If he was hinting to her he was in fact interested in her, she was oblivious. Her mind was somewhat clouded with fear. Fear of being rejected or scolded by their Master for creating a relationship among his subjects. 

This night was a nightmare. It was getting colder and colder, wind bringing unpleasant waves and Via was not able to fall asleep. She tried very hard to resist and not do something stupid, but her resolve was weakening every passing minute.

“Get your shit together Via… He won’t be mad…” and with that thought she turned, now facing Qimir. He was currently laying on his back, one hand under his head making a perfect opening for her to snuggle closer. So she did. Her heart beating wildly in her chest as the only option was to lay her head on his arm. The moment she does that he stirred awake.

“Hey, what is… oh Maker you are freezing! Come here, poor thing.” Qimir pulled her close, maneuvering her so her head was on his warm chest, her whole body pressed with his. His next move made her heart race as he grabbed the back of her thigh and placed her leg between his. His hands held her tightly, rubbing along her back to warm her up faster. 

“I’m s…sorry…”

“Don’t be. It’s okay, I got you Sweetheart.” Qimir kissed her forehead, making her blush and she was hardly able to hold in a gasp. His heat engulfed her, making her slightly relax and finally feel drowsiness. 

What she couldn't see was Qimirs signature satisfied half smirk…

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“You did good on the last mission, both of you.” The Master spoke, tilting his helmet clad head a little. “Via, go prepare for training, I will discuss Maes new mission. This time you will go alone. Qimir won't accompany you either. This time you will handle things by yourself.”

Via bowed her head and turned to go back to the ship. She couldn't help but smile mischievously, happy that Mae would finally experience doing something without their help. She entered the ship and quickly changed as well as gathered her things knowing she will probably stay here for quite some time. When she was going down the ramp, she saw that Master was nowhere to be seen, but she spotted a very angry looking Mae heading her way. 

“What did you two tell him huh?” she stopped less than an arm length before Via.

“What do you mean? I haven’t spoken with the Master until we arrived here.”

“Don't lie to me! Why is he sending me off alone this time then?”

Something snapped inside Via and she venomously responded.

“Suddenly afraid you are not up to the task on your own, Mae? 

“Listen here you little shit. You are useless. Week in the Force. Master is taking pity or keeping you for Qimir to fuck when he is bored. I don’t need you.” With that she passed her hitting Via's shoulder angrily with hers. Via held her ground, guarding her thoughts tightly as she walked away from the ship. Mae quickly fired up the ship and started to take off. Only when Via was sure Mae was at a safe distance, her composure dropped. Her knees gave up and she fell on the soft sand. Her eyes watered as her body shook in a silent cry. 

Mae was right, she was useless and weak. She never believed in herself even if the Master and Qimir were telling her they needed her and she was wanted. 

Suddenly warm strong arms engulfed her body. She was so deep in her head she didn’t even feel her Master's appearance. He pulled her into his lap, cradling her head to the crook of his neck, rubbing lightly her hair and back. She felt even more bad about herself. She tried to pull away in a desperate attempt to save her dignity but he held her firmly in place. 

“I am here for you, my Angel. Cry. Let it all out.”

“I…I’m… use…useless M…Master…” Via cried out.

“No. It is a lie you accepted. You know me well enough to know I wouldn't be here right now with you if I shared her opinion.” His voice was gentle, he only ever had that tone with her. After a deep consideration of his words Via slowly nodded against his neck. His embrace felt somehow familiar, the heat of his body, his smell. She felt safe. 

“Thank you, Master.” She managed to say clearly and she dared to put her arms around him as well. She couldn't tell how long he held her in his arms, but his hold never lessened. 

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[randomprose]

missed calls and white cosmos

[ao3] - set during chapter 452 Guan Shan will never say it, because he’s a lot less brave than He Tian is, but he hopes He Tian knows he feels the same way.

Mo Guan Shan will be the first to admit that he tends to get absorbed in his work. He can’t help it. It’s a job that he actually enjoys, pays ridiculously really well, and lets him express his artistic side. Of course, he’d get bouts of hyperfixation.

He really didn’t mean to blow off He Tian and he really did intend to call when he’s done. It’s just that he got done late. Really late. And on a night when He Tian said he had some good news to share too.

‘Ah, shit,’ Mo Guan Shan thinks, sighing to himself. ‘He’s gonna throw a bitchfit. I just know it.’

10 missed calls and 20 messages though, really?

He doesn’t bother going through each of them now as he hurriedly dresses himself while trying to ring back He Tian.

“C’mon, chicken dick pick up,” Guan Shan mutters, cursing when he nearly busts his nose on the floor as he hastily changes out of his overalls and into his pants. “I know you know I’m calling, asshole. Fucking pick up already.”

‘sorry. late. where r u?’ he types with one hand as he shoves his feet into his sneakers.

“Fuck,” Guan Shan growls as he revs the engine of his scooter. In his head, he’s frantically thinking of a way to make it up to He Tian but he’s drawing up blank. In the years he’s known He Tian ignoring him is just about the worst thing you could do to him.

He passes by a flower shop and thinks about buying a bouquet but his skin is not thick enough to carry one around while he’s on his Vespa trying to find a stupidly unresponsive He Tian. He knows it’s probably the kind of gesture He Tian will be surprised at coming from him, would likely get him instantly forgiven for being late and not checking his phone just because He Tian is easy like that when it comes to him for some reason, but it seems so insincere and very obviously pandering and Mo Guan Shan does not do insincere or pandering, especially not with He Tian.

Instead, he stops by the road when he sees something that catches his eye. He plucks a single stem of white cosmos from the plotted plants on the sidewalk because it reminds him of He Tian. He tucks it in his pocket, careful not to squish it as he cruises the streets to find his no-doubt sulking boyfriend.

Blessedly, he finds him soon enough by the bridge near the restaurant they agreed to meet. He’s leaning on his parked car and even from the distance Guan Shan can feel his bad mood, can just imagine the pout on his face and the tantrum he’s gonna throw. 

“Hey, there you are. How long have you been waiting? Have you eaten?” Guan Shan prods even though he already knows He Tian has been waiting for him for three hours and he likely hasn’t eaten because he’s always hated eating alone.

Silence. Mo Guan Shan tries a different tactic.

“You look pretty handsome in that suit.” The compliment comes easily to him because it’s the truth. He Tian really does look handsome in his suit which is why it makes Guan Shan all the more sorry and the guilt in his gut much heavier that he didn’t come to meet him sooner. “Say something. I really was busy.”

Mo Guan Shan has long shaken off the habit of ignoring He Tian. How could he when the man is so stubbornly persistent in making sure Mo Guan Shan’s thoughts are never devoid of him? Not for long anyway. And it’s not like Mo Guan Shan has ever had any success in keeping his thoughts free of He Tian either.

Yet right now He Tian is making a valiant attempt at ignoring him and Mo Guan Shan finds that he does not care for it. He does not care for it at all.

‘Fuck. He’s even giving me attitude.’ Mo Guan Shan can’t help it. He’s so irritated his hand comes up on its own to snatch at the cigarette dangling from He Tian’s lips because he knows for a fact he’ll hate it.

Except He Tian unexpectedly turns to him, thin eyebrows drawn down into a frown, eyes full of annoyance and a touch of anger.

‘Fuck me. This handsome face,’ Mo Guan Shan furiously thinks even as he appreciates the view. ‘I swear to god your stupidly handsome mug is gonna be the death of me one day. Fuck!’

“You…really forgot about me?” He Tian finally speaks and Mo Guan Shan blushes at the slight whine in his voice and the almost imperceptible pout on his lips even as the bastard blows smoke directly at his face.

Guan Shan coughs and pulls back as He Tian turns away from him again, still sulking. He digs into his pocket for his peace offering, wincing slightly when he sees that it’s wilted and bent in the bud but still offers it in all sincerity.

“He Tian…” Guan Shan holds the small flower up and it immediately catches He Tian’s eyes. “Don’t be mad…okay?”

The crease in He Tian’s brow vanishes and an arm reaches out to pull Guan Shan by the waist. Guan Shan easily goes, wanting to be close the moment he found He Tian. His hand fists at Guan Shan’s shirt as if he’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold tight so he wounds an arm around He Tian’s shoulder and leans down to plant a featherlight kiss on his temple, an apology and an assurance in a single gesture.

“Fine…” He Tian sighs, sagging against Mo Guan Shan in what feels like surrender. “It’s my fault I can’t live without you.”

Mo Guan Shan will never say it, because he’s a lot less brave than He Tian is, but he hopes He Tian knows he feels the same way.

[romanreignseater]

Our Reflection.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18 +

Warning: Probably my dirtiest story yet. It’s just pure filth. Brace yourself.

“Being two beautiful people in a relationship causes us to look in the mirror quite often. So, why not take a chance and fuck in front of it.”

A/N: They need to stop targeting our Bloodline hero, Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. That’s my man and I got his back. Sorry… I’m in my feeling about NOC 😭. Had to write for my him, but I also got a Jimmy fic coming out soon, so stay tuned. Also, I didn’t forget about my Dean fic it’s still coming out as well.

GIF: @jeysuso

“You really think you could guess my Chipotle order?!”

My husband, Jey, smiled through FaceTime. “I feel the vibes right now, like that telepathic shit.”

I couldn’t even contain my laughter at his remark of us being telepathic. “So, what do I want then baby?!”

“Well, obviously you always want me that’s a given.” I rolled my eyes at slick comment and he cheesed real hard.

“Okay then with yo fine ass, what do I want?!”

“I thought I was handsome.” His hand over his heart as if he were hurt. “You’re actually an idiot.” Jey soon began sniffling like he was going to cry, eyes closed and all.

This boy really in the middle of Chipotle actin a fool.

“Okayyy… handsome.” He peeled one eye open and smirked at me lovingly. “What. Do. I. Want?!”

He opened his mouth, giving me a long and very dramatic pause just to say, “I can’t tell you that mama. But, I know you always get chips and guac, so that’s all you need to know.”

This boy better get my burrito.

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Roughly about two hours later, I began doing my makeup. My girls invited me out to a quick little lunch.

I’ve been waiting for Jey, but my chipotle STILL… had yet to arrive. I wasn’t gonna sit around and not get me something to eat. So, lunch with my girls it was.

Trin was on her way to pick me up, so I had some time to kill. The 28’ inch jet black silky buss down was laid, and the all black outfit was hugging my curves in all the right places. My top had a heart cutout right at my cleavage showcasing my ample breasts and my leggings were definitely holding my ass tight.

As I looked in the mirror, making sure everything was looking right before I continued my makeup. In the mirror I could see Mr. Main Event Jey Uso standing in the doorway admiring me.

Looking down at his reflection, I could see a Chipotle bag in his hand. But, when looking up I could see his bottom lip sheathed behind his teeth.

Turning back around to the mirror continuing my makeup, “Look who decided to show up.”

I could hear Jey’s heavy size 13 feet nearing me. Looking up from my eyeshadow palette, my husband’s big frame could surround my entire body. He stood behind me with his hat on backwards, gold link chain dancing on his neck, Niu Tat crop top, and black cotton Nike shorts.

“And where yo’ ass think you going looking this fine?!”

Jey pressed himself against my backside, and I could feel his heavy member stabbing me in the ass. The bag of food was placed on the counter and Jey’s hands were placed on the counter in front of me, practically trapping me between the both of them.

“I hope you got what I wanted sir.”

I continued doing my eyeshadow and Jey looked at me with utter confusion. He pushed my hair behind my ear and whispered, “You ain’t answer my question.” (Just imagining this is Jey’s voice 😩).

“And I don’t want to, your ass took forever with my food.”

Jey’s lips soon traveled down my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking at it passionately. I completely ignored his gestures, and he could tell his neck kisses weren’t working.

“I got you a burrito, I felt that telepathic shit.”

“That’s cute babe, but I got plans to go eat out anyways.” Turning around I swiped a little eyeshadow on his cheek. I giggle as his face remained stone cold.

“So… who you got these ‘plans’ with?!”

“Nunya.”

Jey’s face changed from a sly and hard stare, to a completely hard stare.

“So you’re telling me… you going out to eat, looking all good, smelling all good, just to make me upset cause I brought your Chipotle late?!”

I paused brush strokes and looked him in his eyes in the mirror. “I still would’ve went out with the girls, even if you brought the Chipotle earlier. So… I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

“What I’m gonna tell you is what I’m gonna do to you.” Jey begins to sort of pace around me back and forth. He then walks back behind me and bent my back over the counter slowly.

“What are you doing boy?! I got a lunch to go to.”

My breasts were soon pressed against the counter, and Jey’s knees spread my legs apart. His grip on my back arrived to the back of my neck and my breathing became heavier.

He bent down to my level in front of the mirror, looking me in my eyes and said, “Imma eat this pussy real good, fuck you real hard, you finna eat this burrito, and then I’ll think about letting you go out,”

His commands made me very upset, but also really wet.

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but I gotta finish getting ready.” As I tried to get up from my bent position, I couldn’t. Jey’s strength totally overpowered mine and there was really no way I’d get up.

“Yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere.” I yelped as a smack was placed on my ass. A couple more smacks were laid upon my ass and tears began to well up in my eyes.

“Aww, you crying and I didn’t even fuck you yet. And to think yo’ ass was tryna run from this dick. Tsk tsk tsk.” I looked up at him with fury.

Jey’s hands went from the back of my neck to my clothed, pulsing mound. Massaging it ever so gracefully. Goosebumps arose from my arms and Jey chuckled, practically enjoying the reactions I was trying not to give him.

Jey shocked me by ripping my leggings straight down the middle, panties and all.

“JEY!! WHAT THE FUC-.” His large and bear like hands covered my mouth, nearly my entire face. “Shhhhh.” He placed a kiss on top of my head and his fingers traveled from my neck to my cunt.

Rubbing my slick juices all over the entirety of my pussy. “Unhh, oh my g-.” I moaned through his hand, but I soon stopped moaning as Jey paused his ministrations. Looking at him with pure anger, he took his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked on my juices.

“That shit tasty mama.” Even though, he was pissing me off, he was just so irresistible. “I’m about to go to town on that pussy.”

I watched as his head dipped down and he was at level with my pussy. I felt him spread my lips apart and his hot breath cascading it. His thick thumb traced my pussy lips gently and he pressed it against my clit.

“Gotta taste it before I fuck it huh?!” As I tried to get a word out, he dived right in. He spread his mouth over my center. My hand traveled behind and was placed on the back of his head while he went to work. He drooled all over this pretty little pussy, causing me to whimper and whine for him.

Jey slurped on me a little more before bringing his hand up to meet my ass with a stinging slap. I continued to breathe deeply as he was really eating it from the back.

He feasted wholeheartedly on me, not stopping. This pussy belonged to him all day, everyday, whenever he wanted it, and he damn sure was getting it now. My legs shook as I felt the pressure build up. “Unhhhh, I’m cumming Jey.”

“Cum for daddy mama.” His saliva drooled from my ass to my clit, making even more of a mess. Just absolutely tonguing me down to the max. I came all over his tongue and I shook with pleasure. But, I soon screamed as he didn’t stop.

The overstimulation was getting to me, and I knew I was going to burst. My ears to deaf the other sounds, the only thing I could hear was the gushy noises coming from his filthy mouth.

“Oh my god, I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!”

“Go on baby.” My pussy lips quivered as Jey continually made out with it sloppily. I reached my high and squirted all over Jey’s face.

I had an out of body experience as Jey rubbed me through out the rest of my orgasm. My ass gained a couple more abusive smacks and Jey’s shorts were dropping.

Lifting my head up and arching my back for me, Jey told me his exact plans. “I’m for real about to get balls deep in my shit, ya understand me?!” My eyes lowered and breath staggered as I tried my best to look at him in his eyes.

“Ya understand me princess?!”

Gulping, I accept his orders. “Yes daddy.”

“Don’t be running now.”

I couldn’t really make no promises of that, cause if he got to hitting that spot; which I knew he would, it would be a wrap.

His swollen mushroom tip glided against my cunt savagely, spreading my juices all over his tip. Jey soon pressed his tan brown dick in, gently massaging my walls instantly.

He smacked my ass once more. “That ass juicy just like that pussy.”

“Just fuck me boy.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

He pushed my chest deeper into the counter, getting in a few solid strokes of that monster dick before gradually picking up speed. He starts stroking me so good, and the pleasure is near unbearable. “Okay baby, stop I’m cumming.”

“Already?! I barely started and I’m having fun.”

My little manicured hands were placed upon his rock hard abs trying to get him to stop. “I’m serious STOP!!” My pussy was getting obliterated and Jey had yet to stop. I began squirting all over his cock and my whole body began to convulse.

“Damn girl… I was about to get my leg up on the counter so I could really hit that shit.” My breath was sucked out of my lungs and my heart felt like it had just stopped. Jey held onto the sides of my stomach and waited for my breathing to calm down.

“You better be ready now, cause ain’t no stopping.”

He placed his length back into my cunt, stretching my walls to accommodate his meaty girth. My head was soon lifted and held in place as Jey fixed my vision to him and him only in the mirror.

“I know how much you like to look in the mirror, Imma really give you something to look at.”

Jey’s foot was placed on the counter right beside me and my head nearly fell, but he was quick to catch it. My toes curled and my brows furrowed. “Daddy, you’re so deep.”

“I know baby.”

He plunged into my cunt so devilishly, “It feels like you’re in my stomach.”

Jey plunged forward so his stomach was placed against my back. He cupped my cheeks, “I know, cause I am in your guts.”

His strokes just absolutely brutal, grabbing my hair, and smacking my ass digging off in my pussy. Balls sticking and slapping against my clit, providing an entire new sensation.

Pounding my g-spot like there was no tomorrow. Both of us moaning and watching one another reflections in the mirror. I watched Jey’s stomach tensed admiring my thickness spreading me all the way out, my cunt tightening as he slid in and out of me with ease.

“That pussy so wet baby, that shit talking to me huh?!”

“Yes daddy all for you.”

“I know that’s right.”

My body went limp and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My knees threaten to give out, but Jey’s vice like grip on my hips lead me to continue to stand upright. “I’m cumming so hard daddy, you’re fucking the shit out of me.”

“Yeah, let the neighbors know my name mama. Scream for me.”

With a loud cry, I squirted all over his length, nearly pushing it out. Jey began to chuckle as he sped up his pace, clutching my ass cheeks for dear life. Moaning sweetly as he released heavy spurt after heavy spurt into the warmth of my sweet little pussy. Pulling out with one final smack to my ass, his cum dribbled out of my hole onto my clit.

Grabbing my cheeks harshly, he kissed me sloppily. Spit all over my lips and around my mouth. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too boy.”

As we looked into each others eyes, we could hear the loud banging of the front door.

“Y/N!! GET YO ASS DOWN HERE!! Are you coming or not?!”

“Tell Trin you already did.”

Rolling my eyes once more at my husband, but his big smile got me every time.

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THE END.

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[creedslove]

Hey, can I have a story like this: The reader's dog, whose name is Mando or Grogu, runs away (maybe during a thunderstorm). Fortunately, the dog has a collar with an address and phone number. Pedro is the one who finds the dog and phone calls to the reader. And they meet when he returns dog to her. Of course the reader is grateful so he invites Pedro to dinner and he agrees!

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: this is short and sweet and also kinda silly. I wasn't going to write anything as I'm sick but I figured I would feel better if I spread some Pedro love 💕

You checked your phone each passing second in hopes to see if someone had any news of your puppy. Your sweet little Mando had been missing for more than twelve hours and your heart was shattered. 

Ever since that stupid thunderstorm the night before, your lovely stray pup had run away in fear as the loud thunder noises were too much for his small sensitive ears and when he found just the tiniest gap in the fence after you forgot the door half open, he was gone. 

Luckily to you, Mando had a collar with all the information someone with good intentions could contact you but you were truly worried about someone who didn't have good intentions… you tried avoiding these thoughts but at the same time they kept intruding. Your dog was so cute, you worried someone would also think your dog was cute to the point of keeping it to themselves.

It was mid afternoon when your phone finally rang and you answered in a heartbeat. 

The relief you felt washed over you like a crashing wave when the male voice announced he'd found your puppy. He suggested a bakery some blocks away from your place and you arrived there in less than fifteen minutes. 

You looked all over for your puppy and the moment you heard his small barks you rushed to him, thankful to know your puppy was alright. 

"Mando!!!!" You squealed and saw when he jumped off the man's lap and ran to you, sniffing you all over and scratching your legs softly wanting all the petting in the world. 

You picked him up and giggled, scratching under his ears and chin seeing how he wiggled his tail. You checked on him to make sure Mando was alright and finally took a look at the man who had your dog. Your smile died as you noticed who he was. 

Pedro had a soft smile on his face and took off his sunglasses.

"So… Mando?" He asked finding it amusing how your cheeks took a crimson shade. 

"I-I…" you stuttered feeling so embarrassed and shy at his presence, he was taller than you imagined and he looked stronger too.

And holy shit he was way more handsome in real life than in the picture as if that was even possible. 

"I'm sorry, hi… my name's Y/N and you're Pedro… yeah, my puppy's name is Mando, and I obviously like your work, but I swear to God I don't call you daddy on the internet or keep making glittery edits of your pictures'' you blurted out all at once making him laugh. 

"It's alright, Y/N… I think Mando is adorable and well, he was very hungry and scared when he showed up in my backyard this morning, so I gave him plenty of water and ran by the store to get him some dog food, I hope it's alright" he said gently and touched your hand, seeing you were nervous at his presence. 

You nodded and smiled "sorry Pedro, I know I'm acting weird, I was just not expecting to see you…meet you" you blushed "but it was very nice of you to take care of Mando and return him to me… do you think we could maybe have some coffee or a slice of cake?" You pointed at the bakery entrance and smiled big as he nodded. 

"Sure, let's go, Y/N" he placed his hand on the small of your back and walked you inside. 

You felt so lucky to have found Mando and Pedro in only one afternoon.

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[yoongisleftearring]

part four: handsome young uncle

S E C R E T S E C R E T

pairing: Idol!Changbin x Influencer!reader

-> in which Stray Kids attempt to protect their image after an unexpected encounter with you, but, oh, Changbin is kinda hot? AND emotionally intelligent?? Oh no.

word count: 0.5k

a/n: Heyyy,,,

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"I'll give you a few minutes alone," the nurse whispered as he led Changbin into the room that held probably no more than six beds, pointing to where you lay. He muttered a quick 'thank you' before approaching your side. You began blinking, eyes heavy as you searched around the room, trying to decipher where exactly you were.

"You scared me," A voice spoke from beside your bed. Your head whipped in his direction, eyes squinting to make out the face before you. Your brain was still slightly foggy, and you weren't sure who he was, but you were sure what he was. Sexy. Oh my god, that man is so handsome and b- wait, why is he here? "I wasn't really hoping to add murderer to my list of fatal flaws," he grimaces at that last part. "Sorry, poor word choice given-" the man motions to your bed.

"What- Who, who are you?" you finally speak, your voice frail for some reason. 

"I'm Changbin. Seo Changbin," he speaks. Your heart feels as if it's about to stop. Good thing you're in a hospital, you think.

"No." 

"Yes?" he replies, eyes wide. He almost looks like he's slightly scared of you. Wait, you were in a hospital room. What if you got attacked by some stabbing crazy and you fell. Into a bush. And your hair is now a mess, twigs sticking out of it like an idiot? What if he's looking at you like that because you look like a stupid idiot clown? Changbin sees your eyes widen as you start to panic, breathing picking up, and you reach your hands up to touch your face. "No, no. Please, not again. Stay calm," he rushed, his arms flailing about. But how could you? He was Seo Changbin. He's famous. And sexy. And also famous.

"You're- you, Chang- Stray-" It seems like the lack of oxygen from the heavy breathing was beginning to get to your head.

"You-you know me?" All you could do was nod your head. His expression dropped, seemingly not too fond of the revelation.

"Bin," a voice called from across the room. He stood at the door, expression grim. Shit. You recognised him too. You really need to get your hands on a mirror. 

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

"No, you should be fine to leave soon. We're just making sure you're okay, and then you can go home, okay?" the nurse explained sweetly, quickly making her way over to another bed as soon as she finished checking on you.

Two figures approached.

"How's our little fighter doing?" Changbin smiled hesitantly.

"She said you ran me over," you deadpanned. The man beside him frowned, looking at his friend.

"She said that?" he whisper yelled.

"No, but she did say I was hit by a car, and you said you almost became a murderer."

"Well, it was an accident," he smiled, a single dimple appearing on one of his cheeks. "And you're okay! Woo!" his smile was only slightly mesmerising. 

"What he means is we're very sorry, and of course, all medical expenses are going to be paid by us," the slightly taller man smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Chan."

"Well, thank you, Chris, I appreciate it," you replied. Chan looked at his friend.

"Yeah, she knows."

"Great," the man smiled, dimples on show. "That's just great." 

[sunshineting]

Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader

word count- 2.6k

summary- Doffy hears you talking shit and offers you a solution to keep your job 🤍

minors do not interact pls THIS IS SMUT 

author’s note- this took me forever to finish haha hope ya like it :)

“Fuck my stupid boss. Fuck this job. And fuck this giant ass mansion! Ughh!”

You have a love-hate relationship with your job. You love how much it pays you and hate everything else. You were hired as a… well you didn’t exactly have a name for it, but housekeeper/ assistant was the closest you could think of. Dishes, laundry, tidying, and general upkeep were the main components of your job. Occasionally, you were tasked with personally aiding the young master in setting up appointments and picking up dry cleaning. It wasn’t just you, thankfully, there was a small team you worked with to achieve all the household tasks. You were, however, the only one the young master seemed to torment the most. He treated you like his personal puppy, as if you worked only for him and not the whole house. Of course, Donquixote Doflamingo is your official employer, but taking care of the whole house is in your job description.

Stupid, handsome, arrogant Doflamingo. Just thinking of him brings a scowl to your face.

“Do My LaUnDrY, wAsH mY bEd LiNeN, cAnCeL tHiS aPpOiNtMeNt” you mock him with an exaggeratedly deep dumb voice. “As if there’s not a million other people that live here, too.”

The young master always wanted your attention first. He always makes sure you wash his clothes first, make his bed first, make that one snack from your culture just for him. Before you’d even had a chance to eat this morning, you were already reminded of the plethora of things you had to do today. Doffy was “nice” enough to leave a sticky note of everything you were to do for him, so you wouldn’t forget. You don’t even know what the guy does all day, but you do know that he has a lot of fucking requests.

“Y’know, that impression of me wasn’t half bad,” your boss says with an ominous chuckle. A chill runs down your spine. You straighten yourself up and turn around. You were in his room, finishing his laundry with your back facing the door.

“M-Mister Donquixote, hello, how are you?” You greet, trying (and failing) to be normal.

“Oh, I’m Mister Donquixote now? A moment ago I was your stupid boss. And something about fucking me?” He takes a domineering step toward you. You try your best to avoid looking up at him and avoid eye contact. Well, sunglass contact, in his case. Something about those winged, reflective sunglasses of his intimidated you. It’s like you were forced to look at yourself. He’s so tall, he towers over most people, so combining that with his overbearing personality made you feel so incredibly small.

“I’m so so sorry, sir. My words are inexcusable and I’ll accept any disciplinary action you see fit,” you rush out. Even though the work itself kinda sucked, you really had a good set up. You lived on the estate, got paid a bunch, and even got decent vacation time. You definitely couldn’t afford to lose this job.

“Any disciplinary action? So if I told you to get on your knees and follow me like a puppy, you’d do it?”

Your brain short circuits for a moment. What did he say? Get on your knees and what? You’d thought of being on your knees for the man, but not like this. It’d be a lie if you said he wasn’t attractive, but you’d imagined hate fucking him; not whatever this is.

“I-um I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand, sir.”

“You heard me. If I ask you to get on the floor on your hands and knees… will you obey? It’s more of a rhetorical question, of course, because I know you will. I know you’ll do anything to keep this job,” Doflamingo smirks. You don’t know where to look, so you settle your eyes on the floor as you bend down into a kneeling position. Your eyes eventually trail up. On your knees with your legs tucked under you, Doflamingo looks even more gigantic than usual. The sound of laughter fills your ears. Your boss’ lips are stretched into an open-mouthed smile as he cackles.

“Maybe you’re dumber than I gave you credit for. Use that little brain; you do have one right? I didn’t tell you to kneel, I asked you a question,” he sneers. Feeling stupid, tears prickle your eyes. Your mouth forms a pout as you try to stand. However, a hand on your head keeps you from doing so.

“Aht aht, I didn’t say stand up. Turn that pathetic frown upside down, little girl. I’m about to give you the chance to redeem yourself.”

This is so embarrassing. The bastard blond has you following him around the mansion like a puppy. Your task is to crawl next to him on your hands and knees until he orders you not to.

“Uhahahahaha! I see you’re having some fun today, Doffy.” A grimace displays on your features. This is one of the last people you want to see right now.

“Diamante! You know I had to train my little pet here,” your boss guffaws. You roll your eyes.

“Speak, bitch,” Doflamingo commands.

“Hello Mr Diamante,” you grit out. You resist the urge to bite them both on the ankles. Next, Doffy walks you back to his room. Oh thank God, this is almost over. Your knees and hands are sore and all you want is your dignity back.

“Strip.”

“Alright, you’ve had your–” you start to protest. Doflamingo grabs your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks together. His unexpected contact sends a slight throb to your core.

“You do what I say when I say it. Understood?” He bites. The faintest whimper escapes your throat. You didn’t even want to admit it to yourself, but him touching you like this was turning you on.

“Oh? No, don’t tell me,” he chuckles, “are you getting horny right now?” Wetness pools in between your legs.

“D-Doffy please…” The humiliation is too much, your cunt is throbbing and weeping for attention. You’d never thought of it before, but having someone be so in control of you was kinda hot. You don’t have to think for yourself; all you have to do is be pretty and follow instructions.

“Mmmm I knew there was a reason I liked you,” his hand trails down to your neck, “Stand.” With his huge hand gripping almost your whole neck, you manage to pull yourself up off your knees.

Doflamingo continues, “No matter how much work I give you, you always complete it to perfection. I do ask more of you than the other workers here, but it’s because you’re reliable and I like that. There’s very few people in this world that I trust and you’re becoming one of them. I’ll let you keep your job and you just have to trust me and trust that I’ll give you the best time of your life.”

He applies slight pressure to your neck and a faint smile graces your lips. “Thank you, Doflamingo,” you breathe out. He commands you to strip again and you obey, leaving yourself only in a matching black bra and panty set. Your boss removes his signature pink fluffy coat and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his sculpted abs. His skin is so smooth, nary a blemish to be seen. On your knees yet again, your mouth begins to water as you hungrily go to undo his pants next. You hear a chuckle, “Quite the eager one.”

When you at last free him from the constraints of his pants, you’re in awe. The biggest, angriest looking cock you’d ever seen stood before you. The thing is massive; probably ten inches long and incredibly thick. It’s about two shades darker than the rest of him, with a pink tip. The vein that appears on his forehead when he’s mad doesn’t even hold a candle to the thick veins running along his shaft. You feel the salivation pooling in your mouth; you need him in your throat immediately.

“Can I suck it, sir?”

“Go ahead.”

You take him in your hand, fingers barely able to wrap fully around. Kissing his tip, you stroke him. You lick swirls around the head and make your way down his shaft. Doflamingo sucks in a hiss. Your lips are stretched open as far as they can go as you maintain suction. He feels so good in your hot mouth. The head you’re giving him is so sloppy, so wet all because you’re so eager to please him. Doffy weaves a hand through your hair and pulls you back. You gasp for air, having forgotten to breathe in your desperation.

“Keep sucking me like that, and I might give you a raise,” he smirks. He pushes your head back down on his cock. As you bob your head, you pump him with one hand and massage his heavy balls with the other. A groan escapes your boss’ throat and it gives you all the encouragement you need to keep going. Yes, your jaw is tired. Yes, you’re holding your breath longer than you probably should. And yes, your pussy is absolutely dripping. But you persist. You want to make him cum so bad, you’re so needy for it. You also kinda want that raise. Sneakily, you try to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the ache coming from your cunt. However, nothing escapes the attentiveness of your boss.

“Needy like a bitch in heat. Did I tell you you could pleasure yourself?” The last thing you wanted now was to be denied any relief. With him still in your mouth, you look up to his glasses with pleading eyes. You look an absolute mess like this. Drool dripping down your chin, mouth full, and tears welling in your eyes. Doffy pulls you back from him once more.

“You know what? I’ll allow it. I want you to touch yourself while I watch,” he says. He pulls you onto his massive bed, the cushy mattress sucking you in. The bed linen is so soft and inviting, it takes nothing for you to get comfortable. On your back, you slowly spread your legs for him to see. Every cell in your body is alight. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before stroking your slit through your panties. They were fucking soaked, you just couldn’t help it. You swirl a finger over your clothed clit and release a whimper. You wish it was Doffy’s long thick fingers instead of your own. As you pinch your nipple with your other hand, your back arches.

“Take them off.”

Eagerly, you remove your thin panties and bra. Just like that you’re completely exposed. You look towards the large blond man in front of you, his sunglasses reflecting your naked body. A wave of embarrassment floods you, so you close your eyes. With your eyes closed and head back, you run your ring and middle fingers from your hole to your clit. Your little cunny is dripping, weeping, begging for more. The two fingers enter your achy hole, but they don’t provide the stretch you desire. You want to be stretched out, filled, and used. With your digits now fully soaked, you bring them back to your puffy clit. You circle the nerve bundle over and over until you feel an orgasm rapidly approaching. Your muscles begin to tense, your back arches further, and your pussy tightens. Doflamingo can tell you’re close.

“Enough,” he speaks. You make the mistake of ignoring him while trying to chase your high. A rough hand grips your wrist, pulling it away from your cunt. Your eyes snap open.

“I said enough,” Doflamingo states.

“But I was so close,” you whine. He chuckles.

“You cum when I say you cum. Besides, I want you to finish from my doing, not your own.”

With that, he slides his middle finger into you. His fingers are so much bigger than yours, both in thickness and length. You suck in a breath.

“Absolutely soaked,” Doffy mutters to himself. He feels his cock jump, needing to feel your slick. He adds his ring finger and the two digits work in tandem to send you over the edge. Curling them, spreading them, jutting them deep inside you, he brings you closer and closer to your bliss. You’re trying to hold it together, but the whimpers and moans keep escaping you. You definitely didn’t want anyone passing his door to hear you. It was bad enough that the wet squelching sounds of your pussy filled the room. When Doffy brings his thumb to your clit is when all hope is lost. A loud mewl releases from you at the overstimulation. It’s all so much, you just want to cum.

“D-doffy, pleasepleaseplease lemme cum fuck ‘m right there please!” you plead.

“Give it to me,” the man grits out. His dick feels like it’s going to explode, he’s never been so achingly hard before. Watching your orgasm wash over you, Doffy feels precum leak from his tip. Your pussy sucks his fingers in, squeezing them tightly. Your legs tremble and all the muscles in your body release their tension at long last. The most guttural moan flows out of you. A stream of curses and thank yous comes from you as you come down from your high. Without missing a beat, the large man flips you over on your tummy. He needed to be inside you immediately. You feel the bulbous head press against your entrance. Not wasting any time, you push yourself onto him. The stretch he gives you is sinfully sweet. A tight groan seeps from Doflamingo’s throat. He knew you’d be tight, but not this much. He takes his time pushing into you further, wanting to savor the feeling of your squishy walls surrounding each inch of him until bottoming out.

“Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me cum. I know you can do it,” Doflamingo encourages. This was all you needed to start slapping your ass against him. He hits the deepest part of you, his tip kissing your cervix with every movement. The blond smacks your asscheek harshly. The sting sends goosebumps across your flesh. You glide yourself along his length, back and forth until you feel a second orgasm approach you. Doffy decides you aren’t moving fast enough for his liking, grasping your hips and pounding into you. His rough grip is bound to leave bruises, but it feels oh so heavenly. As your pussy flutters around him, Doffy feels himself approaching his orgasm. Your tight walls surround him, hot and inviting, he debates on pulling out.

Fuck it.

“I’m about to cum, you joining me or what?” he grunts out. At that, he spills his seed inside you, filling you to the brim and leaking out of you. The permission to cum added with the feeling of Doflamingo’s heavy load leaves you crumbling around him. Your muscles shake, your cunt has Doffy’s softening cock in a chokehold, almost squeezing him out. As you still tremble, he eases out of you gently and caresses your hips.

“Hey. You did good. Just uh, take it easy for a while,” your boss murmurs. You’re barely conscious at this point, so you don’t really register his words. Too worn out to move, you lay there on his oh so comfortable bed, dozing off to sleep.

“I hope you don’t think this was a one time thing, young lady. You’re part of the family now, I’m not letting you go.”

[endlessnightlock]

The Weight of Attraction

aka The Thicc Katniss Story

An In-Panem Everlark a/u

Imagine a world where a canon Katniss Everdeen is not a tiny, underfed girl. Picture her as more...substantial. Big ol' butt. A rounded belly. Broad shoulders. Tatas for days. A girl who is much like the author of this story (lol). Transport yourselves to this world, and enjoy your stay.

"I'm sorry, that's all I've got today," Katniss apologized. "Caught some tracks today--- a lynx or something is hanging around my spot. Scared most the game away." 

She didn't add that cold months weren't ideal for hunting. Sae already knew that; she'd spent enough years cooking her "winter special" entrail and tree bark stew to think otherwise. No matter what was in the pot, folks still had to eat. They were, for the most part, grateful to have it. 

Still, the two women frowned at the scrawny hares laid out on the back counter. Realists, both of them, but even they hoped for a proverbial bone to be thrown their way occasionally. Sae sighed. It was a soft little noise that held no trace of censure. "Ah, tis alright. With the roots you brought yesterday, I can make it stretch in the pot. Boil the bones till there's nothing left of them. Still got salt. Salt goes a long way to making anything palatable."

Sae's stand was tucked in a back corner of the Hob. Due to location, it should have afforded some privacy for their trades and conversation. But privacy was difficult to find, and soon enough, a voice that made Katniss cringe piped up from the counter where folks came for a bowl of Sae's stew. 

"What's the matter, not enough meat on their bones? Didn't leave enough in the woods for anyone else to eat?" the man asked.

Katniss had thought she and Sae were alone but of course. Shit. No such luck. Darius invariably showed up at the Hob when she did, like he was equipped with a sturdy girls radar. It wouldn't break her heart if that one bit of luck failed him. It was her turn to sigh. 

Darius was, while not threatening, very much a shithead. Sae insisted he had a yen for Katniss, "pay him no mind. He teases ya like a little boy would in school. Too tongue-tied to make an intelligent remark. Looks like a sick sheep, that one."

If Darius hankered for Katniss's company, bringing up her plump figure wasn't getting him anywhere. Or just commenting on anything to do with her looks in general. 

Not that she found Darius handsome. Blech.

"Keep that up, and you'll be getting nothing in your bowl today," Sae chided the redheaded Peacekeeper mildly. She stayed neutral regarding customer spats, at least in front of them.

"Nar, don't do that. I was only having some fun with her," Darius said. 

On a practical level, because Katniss was nothing, if not that, she knew she was fortunate to have a little meat on her bones living in a place like Twelve, where food was difficult to come by. 

Extra padding in the winter probably kept her from freezing out in the woods, but why anyone thought she wanted to hear their opinion about her body was beyond her. Just because there was a little more of her didn't mean she was open to any and all comments. It made her feel like she and her body were separate beings. There was Katniss, who lived inside her head, and then there was Katniss, who was stuck inside her legs, her ass, her chest. 

"You're a fucking idiot. No wonder you're sitting alone in the barracks every weekend. I wouldn't talk to you either if I were a woman," another Peacekeeper, whose voice Katniss didn't recognize, chided Darius, piquing her interest.

"Ha! I get plenty far with them, thank you very much."

"Sure you do," the other man said condescendingly. "Lots of dates with Sally-five-fingers is more like it."

Katniss had to choke back her laughter; she wouldn't openly encourage whoever was digging at Darius because that wasn't her. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy hearing disparaging remarks slung his way, though. Having her thoughts echoed in solidarity was good for a mood boost. 

After schooling her features into something neutral, Katniss glanced over her shoulder, immediately catching the eye of the unfamiliar Peacekeeper accompanying Darius. 

Despite not knowing him, the new Peacekeeper shot her a boyish grin, and she wanted to laugh at his cheekiness. A charmer, that one. 

Katniss suddenly knew with absolute certainty, call it intuition or the sight or what have you, the Peacekeeper had been looking her over. But not like Darius, who she was sure thought of her like a nice bit of pork at the butcher shop. Katniss was an anomaly in Twelve, where most women were near-skeletal in mid-winter from lack of nutrition. The new Peacekeeper gazed at her more as if she was impossible not to look at. 

It was a silly impression to hold of a man she'd not been formally introduced to. But hold onto it, she did, because she found him more than worth looking at.

Katniss tore her glance from his smiling eyes but scolded herself for her cowardice. It was alright for her to return the favor of looking each other over. Even if scrutinizing the new Peacekeeper left her itchy inside her skin like pins were pricking at every nerve. 

Darius might be tall, Katniss decided, but the new Peacekeeper was much taller. He practically dwarfed her, a near-impossible feat among most men she'd met. 

The man effortlessly bestowed a feeling of not sticking out like a sore thumb on her. Because he wasn't just tall but very broad-shouldered, the sleeves of his white uniform straining over an obviously thick chest and arms. 

A little jolt ran down Katniss's spine at the completely new and unexpected reaction to another person. She even wondered what he might look like underneath his clothes. She'd never contemplated what a man might look like naked. 

Her fingers twitched at her sides, and she clenched them into fists, telling her hands to behave themselves. They couldn't reach out to a stranger.

The Peacekeeper was fair-skinned. His eyes were blue, and his hair was ash blond, like the merchant class who ran the shops in town. His skin was ruddy from the January air and perhaps some embarrassment at nearly getting caught staring at her ass. He didn't realize she knew exactly what he'd been up to. He thought he was in the clear, staring at her ass like he'd been. But no. Katniss was sure of it. He'd been staring at her ass.

"And who might you be?" Sae asked the handsome ass-looker, assessing him casually. She turned back to Katniss and raised her eyebrows in approval. Katniss pointedly ignored her. As if she couldn't see with her own eyes.

"Peeta Mellark," the Peacekeeper said, sliding onto one of the tall stools on the customer side of Sae's front counter. 

"A Mellark. Now that you say it, you look a bit like the baker Mellarks. Surely you're related."

"In town? Yeah, I think so. My dad said we had some far-reaching relations here. I come from Seven," Peeta supplied, unconcerned by the questions Sae most certainly did not pump your everyday 'Keeper for at their first meeting. 

Sae sucked air in through her teeth. "Heard they grew 'em big out in Seven. And they were right. And a Mellark to boot! How interesting. Katniss, don't you think that's interesting?" she added, dragging Katniss's attention away from the width of Peeta's shoulders where her eyes kept invariably drifting. 

Katniss didn't mean to stare. She just couldn't look away from him.

Peeta Mellark met her eye. "Katniss?" 

Katniss nodded her assent, hating the heat in her throat and face. Her voice would have trembled if she'd tried to speak or come out high and thin.

"That's an unusual name," Peeta said as if waiting for more of an answer from her. Like he had to know more about her.

"Our Katniss is a bit of an unusual person," Sae said when she sensed Katniss floundering under his attention. "Takes good care of her family."

"Family. Are you married? Do you have children?"

Sae's smile stretched wide enough to expose those gaps in the back of her mouth where teeth hadn't resided for years at his question. "Our Katniss has no husband or children, just one sister and mother. Tis a pity no one's offered for her yet."

"Sae," Katniss said.

"I have a hard time believing no one's offered for her," Peeta said. 

Sae turned away to ladle stew into bowls and slide them in front of Peeta and Darius, the latter of whom might as well have disappeared with so little attention he was being paid. 

"Maybe she's picky. Those who can care for themselves have room to be so. Perhaps she has no use for men."

"None so far, but I'm thinking that'll change. You got to admit, she's a good-looking girl, right?" Sae prodded.

"Stop," Katniss begged, pressing her back against the wall and crossing her arms over her stomach, wishing she could melt into the sooty walls. She'd developed this stance after puberty hit her right between the eyes---self-defensive and emerging whenever she was nervous or anxious. The goal was to disappear into her father's worn leather jacket, where she wasn't scrutinized as much. 

But she'd left his coat on Sae's back counter. With the thin shirt, she'd thrown on in the wee hours of the morning and promptly forgotten about, crossing her arms over her stomach only accentuated her breasts, pushing them farther up and out until she realized too late there was cleavage peeking out the neckline of her shirt.

Darius made a strangled noise that had Katniss instantly furious. "Wow, you ought to wear that shirt more often. Really brings out...your eyes," he said, definitely not looking at her eyes.

Ass.

Well, that was enough time at the Hob for one day, Katniss decided suddenly. She wouldn't be trotted out like a prize breeding swine on the auction block and then poked fun at on top of it. "You're a twit," Katniss hissed at Darius. She turned away from the three, grabbing her coat and game bag. "Sae, we can settle up later," she said. 

Katniss never settled up later, not when they all existed on the margins, but she was that anxious to go.

"Sure we can," Sae told her. Sounded amused, even.

KPKPKPKPKPKPKP

Katniss ran into Peeta a few days later at Sae's counter, where he sat working his way through a bowl of stew. Minus Darius, fortunately. 

Katniss had thought about Peeta a lot, but she'd also spent a fair amount of time considering how she would make Darius pay for his comment about her breasts. Maybe ask Sae to slip a pinch of foxglove in his bowl next time he shows up. Giving Darius the shits would do plenty to soothe her mind. 

Dismissing pleasant thoughts of revenge she most likely wouldn't act on, Katniss walked past Peeta to trade with Sae. This time he kept his eyes off her ass as she rounded the counter to the back table. She was a little disappointed. "That's a nice-looking bird," he remarked as she unloaded a pheasant from her bag.

Katniss cocked an eyebrow at him. Yes, Peeta was handsome as they come, but was he asking her to talk to him, a Peacekeeper, about her hunting, which the Capitol most certainly regarded as poaching? 

"Don't worry," Peeta pushed his now-empty bowl across the counter and wiped his mouth. "I wouldn't shoot myself in the foot that way, so to speak. Enjoying the fruits of your labor too much. That's just. Really impressive."

She tipped her chin up, meeting his eye. Any pretense of flirting pushed back. "Alright then," she said. "Just see that you don't, Peeta Mellark." 

He smiled when his name crossed her lips.

After collecting her bowl of the day's stew, Katniss took the stool beside him. They didn't speak much, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.

KPKPKPKPKP

On a warmer afternoon a week or so later, Katniss was stepping through the scraggly brush leading up to the back entrance of the Hob when Peeta, after glancing around, stepped out one of the rear doors, shoving his face shield up before reaching her side. 

His expression made her frown in confusion. "What's going on?" she asked, tugging on the strap of her bag protectively.

"You can't be here today," he murmurred, tugging on her arm, giving her no chance to broker an argument. He touched her lower back when she resisted and herded her toward the Seam road.

Katniss stared at him in disbelief as they moved, the thoughts inside her head clacking like a sack of coal instead of connecting into coherent thoughts.

"New Head' Keeper," Peeta explained. "This one is bad news. He doesn't let things go like Cray did." He stopped once they were effectively camouflaged behind an oak tree and dropped his hand from her side, stepping back to put a respectful distance between them.

She appreciated his manners but missed his touch immediately. She wouldn't mind a little handsiness from him. Then again, he wouldn't be the respectful man she knew. He'd never even glanced at her ass after the first time.

"Thank you, I guess. Now I owe you one," Katniss told him, hastily shrugging off her jacket and snugging her game bag against her side before sliding the coat back on while Peeta glanced around, making sure they were still alone. 

She should be able to get home unnoticed with her bag hidden that way. But that was just the start of her problems. 

She sighed. She'd have to think of another way to trade until the heat was off. If the heat ever would be off. She'd only known one Head' Keeper her whole life. She didn't imagine it was a position in the corps that opened up often.

Peeta quietly laughed at her disgruntled attitude. "No, nothing owed," he insisted when she scowled at him. "I just wouldn't want to see anything happen to you, that's all."

Katniss caught his eye before looking away and nodding. "Just the kindness of your heart, then," she said softly, heart fluttering in her throat.

"Something like that," he murmurred.

KPKPKPKPKPKPKP

"This way," Katniss hissed, tugging Peeta's hand to get him going as Peacekeepers raced past his inert form to escape the blaze gnawing its way across the rooftops. Hundreds were flooding out the gates away from the fire. The district was on fire. 

Katniss couldn't leave Peeta behind even if she couldn't budge his big dumb ass, not after risking her life just to get to the barracks and warn him. At least her mother and Prim were going to the lake with Gale; she trusted her friend to get them safely in the woods.

Peeta had gone mute in horror and shock at the sight of the destruction, frozen to his spot like that thick layer of ice that sealed in the lake in deep winter, locked in place until spring thaw. Theoretically, Katniss thought, because he was a horse of a man and she couldn't do it herself, he could be forcibly moved, but it would require much more strength than even she had.

Twelve blazed, the hungry fire sweeping through the district, devouring every structure in the Seam and Town. The fire had started in the Hob, flames engulfing the coal-soaked warehouse like dry leaves in a burn barrel, and a stiff wind coming down from the mountainside kept the fire in perpetual motion, allowing it to consume everything in sight.

In desperation, because the heat of the flames was growing stronger at her back, Katniss stood on her toes and grasped Peeta's face, forcing him down to her. She kissed him; it was hard and insistent and inexperienced. His lips were soft, cold, and unresponsive.

Kissing him had probably been a stupid move, but it roused him from his stupor. When Katniss opened her eyes, Peeta stared at her, wide-eyed in stupefaction. He was breathing heavily. She was breathing heavily, too, her heart skipping a panicked rhythm for all sorts of reasons she had no time to separate into neat, labeled boxes. "Peeta, we have to go. You need to come with me. It's not safe here."

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah, okay," he said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Everything is just gone."

Katniss squeezed his hands and then gave them a light tug. "Don't be sorry. Just move. We don't have much time."

Part 1 of 2

What's this? Katniss and Peeta are thrust together by a joint need for survival? Whatever shall they do? ;)

[abstractnaturaldisaster]

Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

I am so floored by the response! It is absolutely so fun that y’all want to read my silly stories! This is a relatively short update but I am working on the rest! Hoping to post the full story by Valentine’s and I might also post an AO3 link at some point if anyone would like that I Part One I Part Two I Also on AO3!

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Chrissy and Eddie had been taking bets about what type of business was opening up across the way. Eddie’s guesses had run the gamut from hipster coffee shop to hipster hairdresser to hipster high-end taxidermy while Chrissy had more or less stuck with her original guess of a speakeasy style bar. Eddie was starting to close up shop for the day when some guy in an honest-to-god sweater vest and jeans ran over.

“It’s too late to place any orders today. Sorry if you need to apologize to your wife and 2.5 kids and forgot until the last minute.” Eddie had to admit the guy was pretty infuriatingly handsome. If you were in to normie core, that is.

“What? I’m not- okay, uhm. I’m actually here because I just rented the place across the way and I wanted to ask about setting up a recurring weekly arrangement?” Steve asked.

“What?” Eddie yelled over Judas Priest.

“It’s a wonder you can ever hear anything over all this noise.” Steve gestured towards the speaker.

Chrissy had overheard the exchange from the backroom and cut Eddie off before he could start ranting about real music, “Yes, we are interested in setting up a recurring weekly bouquet arrangement for our new neighbors, Eddie.” 

Chrissy turned back around to lower the speaker's volume and pulled Eddie and Steve into the shop and onto stools by the workbench Eddie uses for arranging. Eddie glared at her but they’d just lost one of their regular accounts to some online service that was apparently way cheaper than what De Lucas’ could offer.

“Sure. What were you thinking, dude?” Eddie asked Steve.

“Just something nice for our front desk. Not too big and maybe nothing that people are commonly allergic to? But I’ve seen the arrangements you load up for delivery and I trust your eye. I’m not a live flower expert.”

“Of course, big boy.” Eddie noticed Steve flush a little bit at the pet name. Eddie reached behind Steve to grab one of the flyers Chrissy had made for company floral services. He purposely invaded Steve’s space a little more than necessary just to see if he could get the guy to flush a little deeper.

“Uhm, thanks, man. I’ll get out of your hair since it’s late. Sorry.”

“I’ve got time for you now if you want to talk through anything,” Eddie couldn’t resist biting his lip a little bit. Steve was apparently very easy to ruffle and Eddie sure did love antagonizing his hipster neighbor. “Tell me a little bit about your place?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s a tattoo studio? Just me and my friend’s helping run the, like, business part of it.” Steve responded

“You tattoo?”

“Yeah. Really fucking well actually,” Steve pushed back. It seemed like Eddie had hit a nerve.

“Shouldn’t you have like at least one tattoo?” Eddie’s brain to mouth filter had apparently stopped working. He shouldn’t be actively shitting on a potential customer.

“Who says I don’t?” Steve answered with a wink. It was Eddie’s turn to feel a little faint as his imagination took a little too much creative liberty thinking about where Steve’s tattoo might be.

Thankfully, Chrissy took the awkward silence as an opportunity to step in and work with Steve to confirm what level of floral arrangement he was looking for, how often he wanted a new arrangement, and if he wanted pick up or delivery.

“I can stop by and pick them up. Wouldn’t want you to go through the trouble of adding me to your schedule since I’m just across the way. Any chance I could pick one up tomorrow around lunch time? My first client is coming at two.” Steve asked.

“Noon’s great, Steve!” Chrissy reached out to shake Steve’s hand while Eddie was still working on slowing his heart rate back to a reasonable rhythm.

“Amazing, thanks so much guys!” Steve called as he headed out of De Lucas’ and back across the street.

“Woah, Eddie. Truly a masterclass in both flirting and getting new clients. I should have taken notes,” Chrissy said once Steve had made it halfway into the road.

“Hey, fuck you.” 

“He speaks!” Chrissy patted Eddie’s head and added, “You’ll have to get better at interacting with him since you’ll be seeing each other once a week now.”

Eddie dramatically sighed and laid his upper body across the workbench, getting little pieces of flower refuse stuck in his hair.

“I’m so screwed.”

You wish, babe,” Chrissy cackled as she grabbed her bag and headed out for the day.

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Part 4 now available here!

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I think I caught everyone! I seriously am so genuinely amazed by the reception! 

[richeeduvie]

Do you know the hot rodent boyfriend list? And how Kieran is on it? Imagine this list got published in succession universe and Roman is named in it

I'm sorry, I'm a woke snowflake and was on the side of the people who didn't like that list when it came out. I get what it was trying to say but it was like saying, like - women love UGLY guys now, UGLY fucks are IN. Male hotties? You're OUT! It's the freakish men who are SHORT or have BIG GOBLIN ears that women like for SOME ODD REASON NOW. Ik it's stupid to get upset over that but I was placing it in a perspective where someone would be listing my attractiveness like that like if a man said I was attractive in a freakish and ugly way I'm clocking the shit out of them. Anyways-

Anyways, I would think Roman would take the same route because he just wouldn't get what the article is trying to say and think there's just some pseudo journalist insulting him, a former COO and billionaire with a hot wife and angel kid and it shouldn't get at him. But people see that and fuck that article.

"Instead of actual news and journalistic talent, we get cock hungry for clicks and go after men and the way their skin stretches over their face. I'm handsome, right?"

"That's what the article is saying."

"...No, it's not. Do you fucking agree?"

"I'm extremely attracted to you, and you're not very ratty in my opinion but people find you hot."

"I don't fucking care if people who obviously can't just say they like the way I look. What happened to just saying you like the way I look?"

"You said you wanted to crawl inside me and fester yesterday."

"...I didn't say you look like a fucking rat."

[thecoolerliauditore]

Your post abt gender presentation as part of character growth is soooo. To me, Joel embracing his femininity is so much. He puts up a giant facade of bravado and strength, he is tall and muscular and strong. Yet if there is an occasion for him to wear a dress he embraces it. Would he need to be this aggressive in life if he was born a girl? A girl doesn't need to be tall and strong, he'd been taught.

Joel likes being a man. But there is an unspoken serenity in femininity in his eyes. Maybe he can indulge, if just for a few hours hidden behind the facade of a joke.

A man wearing a dress is funny, right?

... right?

Sometimes a joke is just so... funny... you can't help but cry.

Anon there are some asks that like evoke a emotional reaction from me that I could swear are the result of momentary possession because I usually do not get the butterflies from posts like this but smth about the timing of this being sent mid joel/scott essay + me having no internet and rewatching my downloaded joel 3L episodes over and over did. something to me.

This post got really away from me sorry. the disease got me. (no really I am still sick and brainfogged please forgive me)

But yes this is so true so true anon. He's so verbal about it all too. handsome, strong, muscular, tall, etc etc. Guy who totally isn't trying to convince himself of his own lies.

I've always liked looking at empires as a sorta vague symbolic representation of the characters' backstories and I have had. So many thoughts about Joel being a prince (specifically one that gets wordlessly hitched to a queen) and a big, tall, manly God. Both are very classic symbols of (forgive me but I really do not know what other term would work) peak masculinity. Of course he would portray himself that way.

And Joel is powerful, he's scary and he revels that people see him that way. But Joel is only human and he can't keep up the facade forever. He spends so much of the death games feeling small and scared. And he hates it so much, he hates feeling emasculated so much that he ends up letting it kill him in LimL in his panic.

His relationship with his own sense of masculinity has inspired like. pretty much all of my Joel art now that I think about it alongside the homophobic gay thing. Most relevantly that wedding dress one. I've always headcanoned him as growing his hair out in HC10 where he feels safe enough to start exploring that side of himself (although he still won't admit it -- if you ask him he'll just make up some excuse about how he can't be bothered).

A big part of that i/me/myself animatic was me thinking about how both him and Scott are the types to think that their lives could be so much simpler if they were born girls, but in more of that misguided homophobic/softcore misogynistic way than a transfem way (that being said I'm like. lowkey shocked I haven't ran into any transfem joel or transfem scott in the wild. I've had bouts of imagining both as well as transmasc joel but I don't think I have anything interesting enough in my head to post).

Very dubious sourcing of headcanons occurring here but I really do think about that one Guess the Build episode where he makes a generic wedding scene and randomly remarks that it looks like him and Jimmy getting married, with himself wearing the dress. Sighs. Whatever, man.

I do really. really like the idea of him starting small with the femininity. I think he's at a stage where he's willing to at least give it a try. I haven't quite gotten ill enough about the WL dynamics to come up with making shit up headcanons but idk maybe his hair is long enough at this point that it gets in his face alot and Gem gets annoyed with his constant complaining and teaches him to braid it. Wait fuck new headcanon unlocked drawing him with a little baby braid from now on.

Also this might be more the gay thing than the gender thing but I'd like to think he becomes more comfortable with how small he is compared to other guys, and his thing for taller men like Etho and Jimmy. Getting more accustomed to physical affection and having the association with his size slowly turn from fear of being overpowered or humiliated to something much softer and warmer.

I love how you use the word "mock" anon because it really is. like that. It's all a joke. A man being gay or effeminate, that's worthy of mockery, of humiliation to Joel. He's internalized these beliefs and as a consequence he believes he will be subjected to that if he lets himself slip into being those things. So he has to keep mocking men like himself, keep insisting it's all stupid and gross, but at the same time doing that is the only time he gets to even pretend to experience expressing those parts of himself.

Maybe a bit of a side note but I've had this idea in my head for ages of like. This but Joel ends up just deciding fuck it one day and trying to feminize himself super hard to attract the men he likes (which is not quite right tm either he's maybe pushing his own boundaries a little too hard and it's uncomfortable but he feels like he has to do this). I usually imagine Jimmy but this could very much be Etho too.

They go on a little date and Jimmy literally could not give less of a fuckk. He's like oh Joel's experimenting, cool. and Joel gets all huffy about the lack of reaction and demands to know if Jimmy thinks this new version of him is pretty, to which Jimmy just says some shit like "yeah but you were always pretty" and Joel explodes on the spot and dies.

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KYAAAAHHHH!!!! I ABSOLUTELY ENJOYED YOUR LITTLE SERIES OF "LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKES THEM FLUSTERED" FOR TWST AND OH MY GOD DID I SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE AND ADORE YOUR WRITING OMG YOURE SO GOOD!!!!! 😭 😭 😭

Do you mind if I request the same prompt with Cater, Epel, Kalim and Sebek please? 🥺 🙏

Synopsis: what makes them flustered pt 4!!

Warnings: minor swearing, and mentions of broken glass in kalim’s part :’), not proofread

Characters: cater, epel, kalim, and Sebek!!

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello hello!! I’m so glad you like my writing that makes me super super happy :]. I wanna apologize for not getting to your request sooner, I was planning on answering a while ago but of course I got sick right when I wanted to actually write your ask :’). Anyways!! Sorry about the super super long wait, hope you enjoy!! Have a great rest of your day, make sure to take care of yourself!! <3

— Cater —

Taking pictures with him

Normally people aren’t fond of taking pictures with him, cause they all think it’s “for his image” who h is understandable, he’s not gonna force people to take pictures with him. That’s rude. But when you ASK to take pictures with him, even at the most random of times to “save the memory” it makes him a little red. Cause it’s not to post on social media, it’s to have memories with him because you care about him!! He just thinks it’s super cute :’)

When you brush some of his hair behind his ear

LORD. If this doesn’t get his heart pumping I don’t know what does. Imagine, waking up in the morning, cater slowly waking up next to you, and you say a soft and sweet good morning, while brushing some hair behind his ear to see his face better. PERFECTION. It makes him feel all safe, and content, and loved and it’s just mwah. Best thing to wake up to, or to have happen while you’re studying, or just watching a movie JUST BEST THING. PERIOD.

— Epel —

Calling him handsome

Epel doesn’t hate getting compliments, but he wants people to be more creative than calling him pretty all the time. So when you look at him and tell him how undoubtedly handsome he is, HOLY SHIT HIS KNEES GIVE OUT AND HE IS ON GHE FLOOR SOBBING IN LESS THAN TWO SECONDS. He just really likes being called your awesome, handsome boyfriend it makes his heart swell with pride

When you won’t shut up about him

When you or your friends say that you’ve been talking about him OHHHHH BOY. He absolutely just collapses, because it feeds his ego, like he was a starving man being fed like a king. In short he loves it. Better yet if he finds you… in the act of talking about him. Because he absolutely just stands there and listens you sing his praises, until you notice him, standing there. Literally like 🧍red as a tomato, and then you yourself get embarrassed while your friends laugh at your sudden change of attitude.

— Kalim —

Wanting to learn more about him and his culture

Kalim is very culture oriented, he loves where he comes from, and loves sharing the vast knowledge he has with other people. So this is mostly something that happens in the early stages of your relationship, possibly even friendship and when he has a crush on you, but whenever you actively wanna learn more about him, and even his culture, he is OVER THE MOON. Like man literally just “jamil they wanna know about me as a person.” “Yeah that’s kinda like… the point of wanting to talk to someone” “BUT ITS SO CUTE” HAVOHSIHE he just is really appreciative.

When you gift him something

Anytime you gift him ANYTHING he suddenly goes from a big ball of sunshine who’s practically bouncing off the walls to, a blushy mess of a ball of sunshine. It’s really quite cute to see, how he gets all flustered when you have him a cake you made. The cake could even be burnt and he’ll still devour it in a heartbeat. Same with any item you give him, it could be some broken glass you strung together to make a sorta wind chime and he’ll be like “this is my prized possession. I adore this, I adore you, I now must pay you back for this glorious gift” like my guy it’s some glass Floyd gave you and you just repurposed it so it wasn’t actual trash :’)

— Sebek —

Anything… domestic?

Anything that resembles a very domestic life will get Sebek stammering and blushing EASY. You just doing your laundry and Sebek is hanging around ramshackle dorm with you? Oh good lord, he’s blushing all day for no reason. You’re both cooking something in the school kitchen cause you snuck in (actually you forced him to and he’s there against his will. He totally didn’t go along easily with your plan.) he’s blushing while cutting vegetables. For no reason. Please oh please make fun of him, it’s actually kinda funny hehe. But either way just the incredibly simple things will get Sebek flustered.

When you take the lead

Sebek isn’t by any means codependent, he’s very capable on his own. But he just finds people who are very independent, headstrong, and who can easily stand up for themselves to be so… attractive. When it comes to a relationship Sebek is very inexperienced, and very nervous, so when you take the lead? That’s hot. That makes him meltttttt oh my god makes him melt so hard.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Formula To My Heart 🏁 | Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell Headcanon

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Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Note: to the anon who requested this I made it into a headcanon instead of an imagine so I hope you don’t mind. I’m so sorry for the long wait and please know I’m not very familiar with Formula 1 at all so I did my best with this.

Pete Mitchell being married to a Fomula 1 Racer would look like:

Okay so the way y’all even met was because Pete was on an assignment in Europe and just so happened to attend a Formula 1 race because his buddies he was on the job with were interested in going. He wasn’t too familiar with the sport and honestly thought it was only popular in Europe until he met you. A fan of racing since a child, you developed a fascination with F1 after watching races on TV to which you basically said, “I’m gonna be a racer when I grow up.” It took awhile before you even reached high ranks in the F1 due to it’s competitive nature, but eventually you secured a spot as one of the drivers on the Ferrari team—the literally blueprint.

You’d been in the game awhile when you met Captain Pete Mitchell. Winning titles and becoming one of the top ranked drivers in the field. Then after finishing second at the Italian Grand Prix in 2015 you found yourself seated at the bar of your hotel when a man with stunning green eyes approached you.

“Uh excuse me, Mr./Miss. L/n? I think you dropped this,” in Pete’s hand was your wallet—which you had no idea had fallen out of your jacket pocket which had you nearly shit your pants and go, “oh my gosh thank you so much! I didn’t even realize I’d dropped it—please, let me buy you a drink as a thanks.”

Well as you can imagine that one drink turned into a two-hour conversation. Pete introduced himself and explained his job—saying he was in Europe on an assignment from the Navy. He mentioned how he was at the race earlier that day and, while blushing slightly, said how he rooting for you. “I’ll admit I’m an expert when it comes to F1, but the guys I was with today were cheering for you so….yeah.” You couldn’t help but chuckle and become more interested in learning about Pete. He was handsome, a charmer, a bit of flirt which you found amusing, and funny.

Pete ends up coming to another race after you invite him and from there things naturally hit off. He asks you on a date after your win to which you wholeheartedly agree and the night ends with a kiss leaving you wanting more. By then you two return to America and make plans to meet up again. Before long you two are seeing each other every week and Pete is asking you to be his partner.

When you two officially get together Mav becomes your biggest cheerleader. And when you marry after dating a couple years it only increases. He’s at every race—saving up all his days of leave so he can travel with you where he stands in the area dedicated to your supporters and team. Pete will have his own Ferrari jacket made with your name on it and expect him to floor you with flowers and kisses when you finish. And when you’re the first across the finish line man’s is jumping up and down in absolute joy. “That’s my baby!!” You’ll pull him onto the top of the podium after securing your trophy and kiss him in front of the crowd as they shower both of you in celebratory champagne.

God forbid you get in a wreck or close to one. Man’s already on the edge of his seat or biting his nails while watching the monitor and even if he’s freezing his cajones off he is SWEATING of anxiety if you get a close call. And if you do collide with a wall or another car the Pete is leaping over the stands and barrier to get to you. Security is chasing him but he doesn’t care—he’ll pull you out of the car his damn self if it wrecks.

The squad is disbelief when they discover you’re his spouse—especially Rooster since the two were at odds when you and Pete got together. While they were familiar with F1 they didn’t become die hard fans until meeting you. Quickly you and Pete are established as the ‘parents’ of the squad and they are attending your races where they’re the life of the party. Expect them to be the loudest in the stand. Coyote would be the one to wave a cardboard cutout of your face on a stick while Fanboy is instagram living the whole race.

“Yo wassup, it’s ya boy Fanboy coming to you live from sunny Austin, Texas for the American Grand Prix to cheer on papa/mama Mitchell. You already know we’re repping team Ferrari—.” *shows off fit of red and yellow with logo* “and I can smell a win today. Back-to-back baby for Y/n Mitchell. Let’s go!”

Because of their jobs they likely would only attend one or two Grand Prix in Europe a year, but always go to Austin, Texas for the United States Grand Prix. Best believe if you win that one that the daggers are the wildest in the stands. Literal heathens. Rooster is pulling Mav on his shoulders. Jake and Coyote are getting beer everywhere. Natasha is trying to calm the chaos while also loosing her own mind. Fanboy and Payback are videoing the whole thing and Bob is just happy to be there. Then when they meet you on the ground you’re hauled onto one of their shoulders while the others pop the champagne. “Mitchell for the win!!”

If you’ve got beef with another driver expect them to have beef with them too. And not just petty rival beef for the cameras, like actual “keep my name out your fuckin’ mouth” type of beef. Beef to the point Pete or whoever is having to separate you from the person trying to start shit. And Pete, bless his heart, will be like “You’re gonna kick their ass next Prix, Y/n, don’t give them the satisfaction.” And it’s sweet sweet glory when you’re at the top of the podium and the asshole didn’t make the top 5.

Considering Pete is handyman, he will often assist in working on your cars. Rooster will lend a hand also with you guys setting up camp at his makeshift base in the Mojave desert. With the runway right there it allows you to test your cars and practice by creating your own track. Maverick will time you and sometimes the squad will come out to watch or you guys will race for fun.

You usually come out on top….but sometimes you’ll let them win. “Looks like I got some competition for next season.” “Oh come on you totally went easy on us.” “Is that a rematch I’m hearing?

It’s funny when you look back on the fact your dream of racing led you to the person you’d spend the rest of life with. Maybe it was fate, or maybe Pete—the charming man he is—just knew how to work out the formula to your heart ♥️

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[yaut-jaknowit]

Okay i’m drunk asf which is probs why i’m requesting another drunk mxm fic😭😭😭 (I mean like two 1.5l bacardis in drunk)

But like, what if the reader was on earth during the time and like his mate came back during the time the reader was like, at a party incredibly drunk💀 I mean like, literally slurring the words and being incredibly loud or something and once the reader is away from the party and meeting up w his mate does his mate realise how drunk they are😭😭 (imagine the reader tries to get behind a car wheel drunk💀) likr what would the readers mate do in that situation once he realises his mate is so incredibly drunk.

If I made any typing mistakes during it i’m so sorry bro I tried to type this correctly for like 5 minutes to not make typos💀💀💀

Also bro I’m absolutely in love with your works. Keep up the good work I appreciate that you’re willing to write mxm😭❤️

Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Celtic x Reader

Word Count: 1876

Summary: When your mate is gone, you have to fill in your time alone. You can't keep going to work and come home to an empty apartment. You need something. A club is calling.

Author Note: I know this isn't the same day, but dudeeeee that sounds like so much alcohol. Be careful! I love these ideas you keep sending my way. Thank you so much! I love writing so I don't mind.

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Music thumped to the same beat as your heart, matching the rhythm. Bodies were pressed together, rubbing, grinding. Hands touching and groping what wasn’t theirs. It was dirty, nasty but you didn’t care. There wasn’t a sober thought between those eyes of yours. You were lost between the sea of people, not a care in mind. A bright, giggly smile plastered on your face.

Someone wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to them. Something didn’t settle right in your stomach at this. Your whole demeanor changed right then. With a whine, you pushed them away and grunted. A pouty look in your eye as your upper lip curled up. You turned towards the offender, barely seeing their face through the darkness and flashing lights. “Noooo touchy,” you stated and pointed a stern finger at him.

The sight before you was blurry and shifting. Either he was swaying or… another reason. There was another reason. Definitely. Your finger met his chest without meaning to. Said man scoffed and turned around. Good, he couldn’t touch you. You were someone else’s. Someone beautiful, handsome. You could imagine him right here, with you. He would stand taller than anyone in the room. His hands on you. Him grinding against you. You took a sip from your red solo cup.

As things started to wind down, you felt like it was time to go home. The red cup in your hand had soon become empty, another sign to return back home. Alone. You were reluctant to. What’s the point of going back? Alone. You were going to be alone without your mate. You visibly pouted. “I wanna him back,” you cried as you stumbled out of the building.

Bitter, cold air snapped at your heels. This made you rush quicker to your car yet unable to walk in a straight line. Your feet got in the way. The air got in the way. The damn parking lot got in the way. “How could anyone walk in this shit?!” you groaned and rested against a car. One that was the closest to the bar. For you, your car was at the end. Why, you weren’t thinking? “Stupid car. Gotta be hereeeee some-fucking-where.”

Your hands fiddle with your pocket. Damn keys. They were in there. Maybe. Should be. How do you know? Where’s the damn car? Have to go home. Go home to nothing. Sleep in an empty bed. No amazing heat sweltering next to you. Alone. No one in the apartment. Just you and yourself and your thoughts.

Man, what are you going to do? Celtic needs to get back. Where he is shouldn’t matter. You matter. He loves you. You love him. Hmm, yeah you do.

A dramatic huff had you pushing off of the car. It squeaked at the motion. You grunted while takin steps forward. There was a possibility you weren’t even going in the right direction. Your mind blank. The location was gone from your mind. Hmm, you’ll find it one way or another.

Out of the corner of your eye, you finally spot a familiar vehicle. “Yes! Come ta papaaaa,” you cheered, throwing yourself off balance. At that moment, you felt yourself falling back. Your nails scratched the nearest car’s paint, not gaining any traction. Your eyes closed on instinct, body tensing and preparing for the fall. It was impossible to catch yourself.

Before your back could hit the hard ground, something warm embraced you. A heated gaze was set on you. One of your eyes cracked open to find the air before you clear. Or was it? Something was messing with your vision. Alcohol, fun in the moment. Not now as you tried to make out of the invisible figure in the night.

Over a few cars, a lamp post stood tall. Its light not strong but enough to cause the figure to cast a shadow over you. They were large, mighty to hold your frame like you weighed nothing. Yet, you wished to see who saved you. Then, something snapped within your mind. This wasn’t Celtic.

The invisible lifted to stand up, not straight due to current situation. When they did, you pushed them away and shoved a finger into where you believed their chest was. For a human. Your digit press into soft flesh, barely going any deeper. Your eyes widened. You did the same thing again. You weren’t imagining it.

Ugh, it doesn’t matter! “You leave me alone… mister. My boyfriend kick yer ass. Like a shit ton. Boom, to tha’ ground. Dead. He kill you for touching meh,” you slurred, still poking into what felt like the flesh of their stomach. Yeah, Celtic would kill them. He’ll kill them for you. Man, you loved that alien a shit ton. Like a shit ton. A whole fucking ton. Hmm, yeah. Lots.

Through the swirling vision, swaying body, and limited light, you imagined seeing the invisible figure tilt their head. Cute. But not like your boyfriend, mate. Whatever. Celtic can take care of this… thing. Whatever it is. Not your problem.

You spun away from it like you were on a mission. It crawled into your mind like oil that this was the wrong direction. Whatever dignity deep within your bones kept you from changing directions. So be it. Maybe you’ll go back inside. Get more drunk. Lose yourself tonight. Your boyfriend wasn’t here. You wanted him to be here. Right by your side. Happy together. Cuddle underneath a blanket, watching a movie of sorts. Sounds nice. Fucking Celtic.

A thick, blazing arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you in. Heat swaddled you like a blanket, sinking into your bones. They bent over you, your back to their chest. Immediately, you relaxed like this was meant to be. You were in heaven. No one was taking you from this. “So you say I would kill for you?” an all too familiar voice washed over you. It was your brain that took far too long to reset.

Both of your eyes widened, gasp tearing through your throat. It couldn’t be. You were quick to twist around in his grasp to face the blank person in front of you. “Celtic?” you questioned, hands dragging through the air to find his face.

Spot one didn’t yield any results. Spot two, same. On the third try, it was still no luck. It took the familiar figure to grasp one of your hands and bring it up to cold metal. His mask. It was him.

Within seconds, you leaped up within his hold to wrap your legs and arms around him. Only to smash the top of your head into the bottom of his mask. You cried out, hands coming to the blazing pain growing. Your feet stumbled to keep you up right as you moved away from him.

Celtic let his cloak to fall and came to your rescue. His fingers coming to wrap around your wrist and pulled away from the wound. No cut or blood alerted him. From how hard you had rammed your head into his mask, he knew a headache would arise later in time.

To help for the time being, he gently rested the bottom of his mask on the injured area. You hissed at first before quickly relaxing in his hold. As the two of you stayed close to one another in the cold night, he smelled an all too familiar smell waft up. The way you walked up to him, unknowingly, you talking to yourself, and the place you exited from. It told him all that he needed to know.

You were drunk. Bad.

To be honest, he found it amusing how you were walking. Heavily unbalanced, like a newly born calf. Add it with how you talked. His mild knowledge with English struggled enough on a day-to-day basis with you. Now? Your voice and lack of grammar made his brain hurt. He did his best to translate though.

Out of nowhere, you pushed him away, finger back to pressed into his stomach. He raised a brow at you, one that couldn’t see. “We get home, now. Need cuddles. Some lovin’ from ya. Been gonna far tooooo long. Makes me needy. You make meh needy. Ah should be mad. I am not. Consider yourself lucky, mister.” With that stated, you started to march your way towards the last known location of your vehicle. You were on mission, one that Celtic easily saw.

At this, he chuckled with a shake of his mighty head. His dark eyes watched as you stumbled towards a lone car far in the back.so adorable. He’ll have to happily keep you in his arms when the two of you get to your apartment. A minute smile gracing his mandibles at the cute way you tried to stay in a straight line.

You struggled to input the key into the hole. Each try causing it to run down the paint on your door handle. A growl scratched at your throat. “Why dis hard? I can do dis. Yeah.” Celtic choose right with you.

Pauk! You’re drunk! One moment, Celtic was several yards away. The next? Right by your side, pulling you away from the car. It was illegal to drive. Let alone it being far from safe. You can’t even walk straight. You heavily wiggled in his grasp, somehow almost getting away. Celtic wasn’t allowing you to kill yourself tonight.

Instead, with a few buttons pressed on his gauntlet, his ship was called to his location. He could take you at a later date, when you weren’t, back to your car. You could yell at him for leaving it at a bad part of town later. Your safety was first on his list. He wasn’t about to let you go out there and fuck yourself up even more. “Let meh goh. I gotta get home tah cuddle. Put mey face between those pretty pecs of yours,” you said, making air grabby motions towards his chest.

Another chuckle rose from his chest. He rolled his eyes as well and listened as his ship grew closer. All the way, you were oblivious, staying focused on him. Specially his chest. How could anyone blame you? He’s hot. It’s simple as that.

“Come on, little ooman,” he beckoned you. When you stared blankly at him, words seemingly not connecting with your word, he snatched you up. This gained  yelp as youwere helplessly thrown over his shoulder.

That made your mouth water heavily with spit. “Mister, I don’t feel so good,” you slurred. A hand grasping the nearby butt of your mate. Celtic was quick to change your position, possibly making your new nausea worse. At least you weren’t upside down anymore. Made you content.

His ship stopped to hover in front of him, just in time. He kept you against him, both legs around his large waist, head on his shoulder, and arms limp around his neck. You were starting to fall asleep on him, not a thought between those blown pupils of yours. He tightened his hold on you and used his powerful legs to launch him up onto the open ramp of his ship. The last thing you remember seeing was the dimly light parking lot.

[astroboots]

NOOO please bcs that leather jacket is giving me heart palpitations. Imagine you join Marc to the movies after work and of course he's there early just chilling. You see him with THAT and you're like "you, me, restroom, now" and he'd look so confused at first but then he'd caught on and practically run after you. Also he likes that jacket, he doesn't let you borrow it and he gets so frustrated with you when he fronts and realizes you took it for the day. He'd text "babygirl it's cold outside" and you'd reply "I know thank god I stole your jacket"

DATE AT THE CINEMA

ooooooof. Holy shit nonny! THIS WAS JUST HNNNNNNG. You got a woman fucking unhinged with that thought is what you did.

Summary: You're late for cinema with Marc. Mini Drabble

Content: nothing too explicit, just horny admiration.

ASTROBOOT’S MASTERLIST | MOON KNIGHT MASTERLIST

You're late. You're so fucking late.

It's hardly your fault. It's Friday. There's a tube strike. And Susan brought pistachio cookies from her trip to Florence into office and you couldn't bloody well just eat and dash without a polite twenty-minute conversation afterwards. That'd be rude.

But that does mean you're now, very very late. About half an hour late for a man who is chronically on time.

Your phone pings in your coat pocket, as you're dashing up the escalator from the tube exit.

Marc

You're late.

Speaking of the grumpy devil...

You

I know I know! I am literally down the street. I can see the cinema from here.

You tuck your phone back into your pocket, as you make a dash against the yellow light, looking right and left as you evade people as best as you can.

God, if the movie's started before you get there, you're never going to hear the end of it from Marc. Luckily commercials drag on, but even with them being half-hour-long nowadays you're pushing your luck right now.

You can just imagine him now, scowling, and probably scaring the living hell out of some poor bloke standing next to him.

You cut through a crowd of tourist just standing there, obliviously blocking traffic, as you loudly mutter "excuse me" and push your way through.

Then finally, finally, you reach the entry door of Everyman Cinema and push your way through to the warm air inside.

There's a long queue forming by the tills. The smell of buttered popcorn makes your mouth water, and you try to ignore it all in favour of scanning for Marc.

You almost miss him in the crowd. Can't catch the sight of his regular tan jacket that he so often wears to blend into the crowd. Then you do spot him and your knees nearly give in at the sight of him.

He's wrapped up in a thick leather pilot jacket, broad-shouldered and the softest white shearling fur for a collar that makes you want to nuzzle into that gorgeously thick neck.

Marc is just standing there looking like some far superior and more handsome, dark-haired version of Steve Mcqueen. Raven curls smoothed back against his forehead. Dark brown eyes, like they're carved from the most exquisite aged mahogany as they drill down on you, staring you down. Practically fuming. And bloody hell -- that shouldn't be as attractive of a look as he makes it.

He walks over to you, both hands shoved into his pockets in what is almost a sulky stance. And fuck, that looks good on him too. Because all you can think of is all the ways you are going to earn your forgiveness back from him.

How you're going to wipe that scowl right off his face, until his mouth parts with a broken moan.

How you're going to make his eyes flutter all pretty the way he does, throat bared to you, seconds before he comes.

How you're going to make him keep that fucking jacket on all the while as you do it.

"You're late," Marc says.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from practically salivating all over your chin as you stare at your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry," you say and smile at him. "Let me make it up to you."

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[luringfantasy]

One by One pt.5/7

PRELUDE

You were snooping around Loki's stuff to find his chest full of sex toys. He was not very pleased about it and has decided to punish you by using all his toys on you, one by one...

based on this imagine

previous main masterlist

Warnings: slight pet play? thigh riding, oral (m & f receiving), I think that's it let me know if I missed something, thankyou MINORS DNI

NO PROOF READING

Stupid author remarks in yellow.

LOKI'S VOICE IS A SEX WEAPON (part b of chapter 4)

Loki stirred, opening his eyes, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. How is his face so expressive at times? “Finally! Good girl” he said hoarsely, his hand gripping your own, moving it onto his crotch which bulged more and more in a matter of seconds. You knew what he wanted, so you got to work, undoing the ties of his black pants, he pulled the fabric enough to give you the access you wanted (needed).

You pulled out his glorious purpose (lmao sorry for that..) .. You pulled out his glorious cock using your hands to touch him as much as you could. It was on a colder side, you were using your hands to warm him up.

The heat coming from your hands was making him lose his control, but he held on to it, barely, for you. All he did was praise you, and moaned your name desperately.

After getting him nice and hard, and massaging his cock and thighs for a few minutes, you started planting small kisses and kitten licks along the shaft and at the head, which made him twitch in your hands. Sometimes he would buck his hips into your hands or mouth, control slipping from him in those moments, but usually he sat there relaxed enjoying the attention he was getting from you, calling you his good girl in his deep voice, only broken sometimes by his high pitched moans.

You went nice and slow, slowly taking him more in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Sometimes letting him slip completely out of your mouth, and blowing a tasing stream of air on it. That seemed to catch him by surprise every time, but from the drops of precum that would leak during, was proof that he liked it.

Few minutes of this and Loki came all over himself, also getting some of his cum on you.

Before you could do anything he magicked away everything, leaving everything clean, and his pants tied up neat. You were very disappointed (I am too).

But your disappointment didn’t last very long, Loki pulled you up in his lap, and slowly started to unbutton your shirt. His eyes never left your, it was too intense, you were struggling to maintain eye contact, but you had a feeling that if you looked away he won’t appreciate it.

With your last button undone, Loki promptly places his hands on your waist, kneading your flesh there. This time you closed your eyes and let a moan slip from your lips. “Sinful. So good for me.” Loki praised you, while his hands traced you back, reaching to undo the clasp of your bra. He then magicked away the garment, leaving your shirt intact. This confused you a little but you didn’t question. You were enjoying the proximity with him. Lost in the feeling of his hands all over you, it took you a while to realize that the only piece of clothing on you was your shirt. Loki had magicked away your pants and panties, and his leather pants were getting stained by your arousal.

But it felt so good, the feel of leather on your lower lips was something very new and exciting for you. His hands moved back to your waist, gently guiding you to move along his thigh, high thick thigh, his strong thigh, his leather clad warrior thigh. He pushed you down a little and you gasped, the simulation was now very direct. You moaned his name, while he kept moving you back and forth, flexing his thigh whenever needed, making little gasp leave you. Sometimes even moving you side to side, spicing things up a little.

You were not in control, you were just a body experiencing pleasure at the hands of this very handsome man, or rather this ethereal god!

“Oh God!” you exclaimed as you came. It was a different experience, thing were nice and slow and so fucking pleasurable for the first time with Loki. You slumped over him, too tired to hold yourself up on your own, while he pushed your shirt down, planting small kisses over your shoulder and neck, making you squirm on his lap.

“Fuck me Loki” you demanded, voice still sounding breathy from the intensity of you ‘first orgasm’.

Loki just smirks at you and lifts you up, walking you to the couch beside the armchair. He quickly places you down climbing up on you, strandling you quickly before you change your mind about anything. His hands start wandering on your body and you know he is going to be a tease, not giving you what you want, rather need, immediately. All you can do is take it. You wanted to be good.

You whined and moaned, whimpering, whenever he touched a sensitive spot on your body. His fingers traced your neck, your back and breast, reaching your sensitive inner thighs and arms. The sensation was almost ticklish, barely there, leaving you yearning for more.

After being satisfied by his work (making a desperate mess out of you), he starts to get off of you. You were looking anywhere but at him, not being able to take his teasing AND maintain eye contact. It was too intense, and he did not ask you too.

He moans around your swollen clit. “What the fuck!” you didn’t realize when he went down there, he didn't give you any warning, or touched you there, just reached out and took what he wanted to (in his mouth). 

You can’t stop yourself from grinding against his face, his tongue. It felt heavenly. He would suck on your clit for a while, then give you kitten licks, maintaining a steady pace, which was slow but extremely precise. You were climbing the ladder steadily. But he didn’t like it. You moving meant he wouldn’t be able to give you PRECISELY what he wanted to, and that wouldn’t work now would it?

His hands gripped your hips, tightening his hold on you whenever you tried to move even a little bit. That would probably leave bruises!

What’s worse was that everytime you tried to move, he would slow down a little, or change pace abruptly, stringing you up tighter and tighter, but letting you fall down a little bit in between. (I guess there’s no Loki without some fun and frustration).

So you focused solely on keeping steady, but with no ropes and cuffs to keep you in place, it was really difficult, self control at times like these wasn’t really your thing!

“Be good.” he growled, moving one hand down to gather your slick from the entrance, and swirling it around. The dual sensation, however faint, had you howling in pleasure. An expression of “I know I am a god in bed too” crossed across his eyes. The cocky bastard! You wanted to roll your eyes at him for this, but as his fingers entered you, your orgasm had you rolling your eyes instead.

“Fuck!” you wailed, and screamed not able to keep yourself steady. But Loki still kept a firm grip on you, fingers seeking out all the sensitive spots on your wall, massaging them, simulating them very very slowly, dragging this out for you for as long as possible.

It was too intense, everything turned white behind your closed eyes, your body stretched and stiff, experiencing the best orgasm ever, and your ears started ringing.

Loki’s POV

She looked absolutely delicious when she came. I wanted her to come on my cock for so long! But making her wait was worth it. The way her cunt tightened around my fingers was absolutely sinful. And now I fuck her!

I .. wait, did she just pass out on me?! ‘Oh you little minx, is this how you repay me? Or this revenge on me for making you wait?’ I chuckled saying this, knowing full well that my little pet was in deep sleep.

I undressed her completely. Her body was glowing from the layer of sweat it had on it now. She looked like an angel. 

It was very difficult for me to clean her off without sneaking in touches here and there. After I cleaned her I wrapped her in the fuzziest thing I could find, which she snuggled with instantly. Looking absolutely adorable, my nosy little pet!

I knew she was bothered by something. And I was surprised that she came to me seeking her solace. But now that it has happened, I am glad she came to me. 

I am enjoying playing with her. She is more resilient than I thought. Maybe sometime when she is good like today I can reward her instead of punishing her.

Your POV

You woke up in a warm butter bowl. Wait no, that’s not correct. So.. You woke up naked with the softest fuzzy blanket wrapped around you. You find your phone and check the time to realize that you have been sleeping for 4 hours. You take a few minutes to think about what happened, with you in the office and with Loki. You couldn’t help but smile at it.

“DING” (internal brain noises). Call it post coitus clarity or whatever. The ding of your brain had you reaching for the bath gown and rushing out the door, you knew how to solve the issue at the office.

As you walked towards the apartment door, Loki called after you, looking a bit confused, asking you where you were going dressed like that. “Loki, there’s this office thing, and I. I have to attend to it. I have an idea. I won’t bore you with the details. I have to go. Quickly.” you said words, not in that particular order.

Loki though seems to have understood, as his magic dressed you up quickly. You turn around to leave. But stop to look at Loki and whisper a small thankyou. As you reach for the door handle, you feel him right behind you, How?

“You won't be thanking me when I see you on Saturday darling, I still need to fuck you. I hope you rest well little minx, because I don't plan on stopping like I did today” he growls, and licks your ear, making you blush deeply. You start leaving but at the last moment turn around to get on your tiptoes and plant a small kiss on Loki’s cheek. Loki’s eyes widen a little, and his features are adorned with the cutest smile you have seen on him.

You didn't admit it before but you did not, you were looking forward to Saturday.

(here's a gif of THAT smile, enjoy lovelies)

Thankyou so so much for reading my work. I think this series is reaching its end. I will soon start working on my first kinkoctober works. Please leave a link/name of writers/works who do kinkoctober. I need references. Thanks again! Love you all!!

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