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f1goat · 3 months ago

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kinda hot tho ; lando norris + part two

In which your brother has the most awful new teammate, but you keep finding yourself closer and closer to him. It's only sex - right?

lando norris x fem!verstappen reader trigger warnings: offensive language | player!lando | smut (eventually) | not proofread

a/n: this story is based on another story of mine (his teammate), in the beginning it'll have a lot of similarities, later on this will become less.

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Lando can’t withhold a small smile when he notices you standing at the bar in the same nightclub he’s standing in right now. There’s one reason for his smile to disappear. The fact that your brother is standing right now to you and seems to be complaining about him. When he sees you looking around instead of trying to gain the attention of the bartender, he’s pretty sure that he’s right. He lets out a soft sigh and tries to figure out a way to talk to you. After this afternoon, he can’t seem to forget about you.

“He’s here,” your brother yells at you again. You get it now, but Max is a bit drunk and has the need to tell you everything twice. You’re quick to order another cocktail when the bartender finally looks at you. Only a minute later you’re holding it in your hand and take a small sip. The sweetness does you good. You look around again. This time you spot Lando directly. It causes you to take another bigger sip from your drink.

Max is getting more annoyed. He’s blabbering about how his new teammate is even ruining his ‘off work’ evening like this. In the meantime you focus on Lando himself. He looks good. You haven’t seem him like this before. He’s dressed in a simple linnen blouse, which makes him look a bit more casual. Before you continue to look, Max is already getting angry again.

“He’s coming closer,” Max complains.

“Let’s go somewhere else Max,” you eventually say, “It’s probably better to ignore him.”

Lando does walk closer towards Max and you. It makes you nervous. You’re not in the mood for another argument. Max is already sending him angry glares, but that doesn’t scare Lando off. He keeps walking closer towards you two.

“Max, let’s go,” you try again, but your brother is still glued to his spot. His eyes don’t leave Lando. This can’t be good. You grab Max his arm and try to pull him away. It’s no use. Max stays on his spot. “This will only bring trouble,” you sigh, “let’s get going.” Max still doesn’t budge.

It takes Lando a couple more seconds to get in front of you and your brother. Lando is focused on your dress while walking towards you. Fuck, it’s short. It makes him imagine what you’re hiding underneath. It also makes him want to poke out everyone else’s their eyes for seeing you like this as well. The white color does something to him as well. He never reacted to something a girl wore like this. It must be the innocent white color. It makes him wonder how innocent you are.

It’s probably one of the first times you see Lando without his RedBull clothing or dressed in a hoodie. Now that he’s almost in front of you, you take a better look at him then before. It annoys you how good he looks in that linnen blouse and those beige pants. You try to shake off the thoughts about his looks. You need to focus, you have no idea what Lando wants. You do however know that your brother will get mad about it.

“Hey princess,” Lando greets you. He doesn’t even look at Max.

That causes you to notice his plan rather quick. He’s using you to annoy Max. Fucking hell. You’re glad that you’ve told Max about what happened between Lando and you earlier today, otherwise Lando could have told him anything by now to make him mad. Not that Max looks pretty calm anyway.

“I told you not to call me that,” you tell Lando annoyed.

“Oops,” he sarcastically states, “However, I don’t think we were done talking.”

Max scoffs softly, but he doesn’t say anything. He lets you handle this on your own, something your thankful for.

“I think we were, or were you planning to apologize for how you behaved?” You ask Lando.

“Of course not,” Lando chuckles, “I don’t apologize.”

You notice the frustrated look on Max his face. It’s getting worse with the second. Or better said, it’s getting worse with every word Lando says. Lando however seems to enjoy himself. You let out a small sigh. This needs to stop. Max is going to blow up in no time if Lando continues to act like this.

“Then we have nothing to talk about,” you reply coldly to Lando. You need to end this conversation so you can take Max someplace else and enjoy your night again. Of course you know that Lando is just using you to make your brother more upset, so this really needs to stop.

“You said my dick is small princess,” Lando states, “and I’m still pretty upset about that.” You notice his jokingly tone, but you think Max won’t. Your brother does however let out a soft chuckle, “You said that?” He asks you. You answer him with a small nod. That seems to make Max laugh for a couple seconds. You’re glad that your brother is a bit more relaxed.

“That seems like your problem Norris,” you eventually reply with an annoyed tone.

“I don’t want you to spread lies about me,” Lando accuses you as serious as he can manage right now. He knows that there’s nothing else then bullshit coming out of his mouth right now, but who can blame him? He wants to talk to you and this is the only subject he got.

“As if I’m going to talk about you,” you sneer.

“We both know you will,” Lando replies casually.

“In your dreams,” you sigh back. This conversation is taking too long. Max is also back to sending angry glares to his teammate, which seems like a solid reason that you have to leave.

“Wouldn’t you like that princess? Me dreaming about you..” Lando keeps pushing and pushing. Max is getting more annoyed. And this time, you’re getting more annoyed as well. Why is Lando so busy with using you to get to Max?

“No,” you tell Lando, “I dream about having nothing to do with you.”

Lando is silent for a couple seconds. That gives you enough time to take Max his attention again. “Come on Max, let’s go,” you tell your brother while grabbing his arm. This time Max wants to join you as well. You both turn your backs towards Lando, finally walking away from him and this conversation.

“I dream about you finding out how big it actually is.”

Fuck. Lando’s words send shivers down your spine, but that isn’t even what you’re worried about the most right now. His words are more then enough to make Max act on his annoyance right now. You notice the way Max is already balding his fists. You try to get his focus again and leave, but Lando continues to talk.

“So you can properly beg for it,” Lando continues.

That’s all Max needed. He turns back towards Lando and lunges himself onto his teammate. In no time Max has thrown his first punch into Lando’s face. You see how he hits Lando right on the nose. That’s going to look ugly for sure. Lando is quick to react to your brothers actions. He pushes Max off him and balls his fists as well.

Maybe it’s the alcohol what causes you to react this slow, but you finally realize that you should do something. This needs to stop. When you look at the mess unfolding itself for your eyes again, you realize that you’re fucked. How are you going to stop this? In the mean time Lando and Max are all over each other. They’re both throwing punches around at each other. Lando’s nose is already bleeding.

You try to grab Max his arm to stop him, but Max is quick to loosen himself from your grip. “Max!” You yell, “Stop!” Max doesn’t even respond to your screams. You take another look at Lando. This is so bad. His face is covered in his own blood. If anyone finds out about this, there will be so much trouble. You already imagine the headlines on the sport channels. Max pushes his arm backwards, trying to give himself a bit more strength, it causes him to hit you softly. He doesn’t notice. He’s too busy with getting Lando on the ground.

“Fucking idiot, you’re hurting her!” Lando yells angrily to your brother.

Max looks at you. He sends you an apologetic look, you show him a small nod to tell him it’s fine. Lando uses the opportunity to stand up again so he can push your brother again. The small interaction from you and Max is quick to be forgotten. They are both going at it again.

“Stop!” You continue to scream at them. You feel your throat getting hoarse in the mean time. This is taking too long. Where’s the security of this club? You continue to yell at the boys, but neither of them replies. They continue to fight. When you look around and finally see the security coming closer towards you, you let out a relieved sigh. They are quick to get your brother and Lando away from each other.

When Max is standing next to you again, he already looks a lot calmer then before. He explains his parts to the security guard, telling him all about Lando and his provoking. Eventually the security guard told him it was okay.

Lando however seems to have a harder time with the security guards. You don’t know what happened exactly, but it’s one big mess. Lando is screaming at them and even pushing them away from himself. You’re not surprised when the security guards are taking him with them to another room. It’s a bad sight, you can only hope that this won’t come down to social media. Max is also looking at everything that goes down with Lando. Slowly he shakes his head.

In the mean time Lando is still yelling at the security guards. Telling them they need to let go of him. It only makes them hold him better.

Eventually Max takes you outside with him. The both of you aren’t in the mood to be at the club any longer or to watch Lando his mess even longer. When you take a couple seconds to look at Max, you’re glad to see that he’s okay. You can’t spot any physical damage. It causes you to let out a relieved sigh. You know that Lando is a different case, but that isn’t your problem - right?

“What are they going to do with him?” You eventually ask Max. It looked kinda scary when the security guards took Lando with them. You wonder what will happen next.

“I don’t know,” Max answers, “Normally they would just throw him out the club, but I guess he’s in a bit more trouble now because he tried to fight them.”

“So? Will they call the cops?” You continue to ask.

“I guess so? But it’s not our problem,” Max replies.

You let out a soft sarcastic chuckle. “I think it is Max,” you sigh when Max sends you a questioning look. “If Christian finds out, or gets called away to bail Lando out, the both of you’ll be in so much trouble,” you explain yourself, “And if the media is going to find out, it’ll be even worse. So I guess it’s not only Lando his problem, but also yours.”

“Fuck,” Max mutters, “What do we do now?”

It’s always a ‘we’ problem with Max. It wasn’t you who was fighting, so why would you be in problems? You let out a soft sigh. This time you don’t waste energy on telling Max that he needs to figure this out for himself. There’s a small idea already forming in your head.

“We need to get him out,” you tell Max, “before they call the police or he makes things even worse.”

“How?” Max asks you.

You shrug. This is the hardest part. How are you going to get those security guards so far that they’ll let Lando leave? They are probably mad at him as well. When you look at your own dress again, you notice a small blood stain on the bottom. You curse softly. This was a new dress and now it’s probably ruined. The white color of your dress does make you think about something. Maybe you can use your own innocence to get Lando out of there?

“What if I figure out some sob story and try to get him out like that?” You ask Max, “I could act like he’s my boyfriend or something.”

Max slowly nods. “Don’t really like it, but is there another plan?”

“Nope.”

“Just be careful, alright?” Max asks you.

You show him a small nod and start to walk off. When you’re walking back inside the club, you think about letting Max handle his problems on his own next time. Lando has been nothing but a dick to you and now you’re going to help him? It doesn’t make any sense. You can only hope that the security guards will buy that he’s your boyfriend. You need to act really well for this to work.

+++

“I’m so sorry about all this drama,” you say while looking as innocent and sad as you can manage right now. You’re standing in a small office that’s filled with a couple security guards and - thank god, with Lando. It didn’t took you too long to get inside this office, the problem is probably to get out together with your so called boyfriend Lando. Who is looking rather angrily at you right now. Doesn’t he notice that you’re here for him? That you’re doing this for him? You can only think of one person who would be this ungrateful. Fucking Lando.

“This is all my fault,” you continue with your sob story.

“This was your fault?” One of the security guards asks you confused, “You weren’t the one fighting? And certainly not the one who tried to fight with us.”

“I know,” you say, “but I’m so sorry about everything that happened. This is all because of me.” You make sure to blink a bit more to give them the impression that you’re fighting against tears. You even wipe away a non existed tear while still making eye contact with the security guard in front of you.

“Explain it,” the security guard orders you.

Lando feels himself getting ready to fight those security guards all over again. The way they are all staring at you. The way that ‘main’ guy is ordering you. He can think about multiple reasons to fight them again. Mainly because they keep checking you out.

You however are ready for the most important fase of your plan. This is it. Now you really need to act like you mean it. You nod slowly at the security guard. You don’t want to say those words, but you have no other option right now. Lando is still looking angrily at everyone around him. This time you try to get eye contact with him. You don’t dare to look at the others right now, you’re too afraid that they’ll catch your lie by your nervous looks.

“Lando is my boyfriend,” you state. Lando his earlier angry look is quickly replaced by a confused one. You try to communicate to him that he needs to play along, but you don’t think you can message him that without using words. Still, his confused look is replaced by a more normal one. “And the guy who was fighting him, that’s my brother,” you continue to explain.

“They don’t like each other,” you go further with your explanation, “and that’s why we kept our relationship a secret. It pained me so much, but we thought this was better. Tonight my brother accidentally found out…” you take s short break to fake a sob before you continue to talk. “He was so mad,” you softly say, “There were some nasty words between everyone of us. My brother called Lando a player and then Lando told my brother he loved me.” You try to think of different sad situations. It doesn’t take you to long before there are some tears rolling down on your cheeks. You wipe a few of them away before going further.

Lando is looking full disbelieve at what’s happening in front of him. He wants to say that it annoys him, but in some weird way he can’t. He secretly loves to see this side of you. He’d never think that you are able to do this. You’re lying and manipulating those security guards, making up some story in which he’s your boyfriend. Who would have thought?

The only part he doesn’t like is the way those security guards keep looking at you. He understands it, of course he does because he can’t stop looking at you himself, but it annoys the shit out of him. It’s pretty obvious to Lando how you even managed to get the attention of the guards. It’s probably also the reason that you’re still getting their attention. That fucking dress.

“My brother got even angrier when Lando said that,” you continue, “That’s were everything went wrong. I’m so sorry.”

You expected many questions about your story, maybe why your brother doesn’t like Lando or something. But it seems like the first question is rather easy.

“You’re really in a relationship with him?” One of the security guards asks you.

Lando doesn’t like the tone of the guy. Is it that unbelievable that you’re in a relationship with him? It’s not like he’s way too ugly for you or something. Although, it’s hard to level with a girl as pretty as you.

“Yes,” you reply as confident as you can manage, “Almost a year now.”

“I pity you,” one says, “I can’t imagine how a girl like you ends up with someone like him.”

“Oh fuck off,” Lando scolds, “You don’t even know me.”

You send Lando an annoyed glance. You’re getting pretty far but if he says something stupid everything can be ruined again. Before Lando can continue or you can say sorry for his behavior, he’s already shut down by one of the security guards.

“Shut it, we’re talking with her and not with you.”

Lando wants to reply again. He really does. He wants to tell those security guards that he’s not stupid, that he knows that they’re talking with you because of your looks and not because of the sob story. He wants to tell them how pathetic they are. He has so much to tell them, but when he sees your annoyed face he’s quick to drop it. A soft sigh leaves his mouth. It’s no use. You’re trying to help him so he can get away from here, it won’t help if he’s going to pick another fight with the security team.

“He’s not always like this,” you eventually try to joke, “It’s the adrenaline from before and probably the alcohol.”

Most of the security guards nod at your words. There’s however one who’s still looking like he doubts you. You hope that he’s keeping his silence.

“I’m really sorry about everything,” you continue to apologize, “I just wanted a nice night out and now everything is fucked. Can I please just take Lando home with me?”

“We already called the cops,” someone states.

Fuck. There goes your plan. Without noticing it, you and Lando let out a soft sigh at the same time. What can you do now? You’re almost crying for real this time. How are you going to fix this? You try to think about all kind of sad stuff so you look as sad as possible. When there are tears rolling on your face, you continue to speak to the security guards.

“I get it,” you sob, “Do you think I can pick him up there later?”

“I guess that will be tomorrow,” one replies to you.

“Fuck,” you mutter. Now you really need to improvise. Christian will kill your brother if Lando has to stay with the cops during the night. “My.. my brother just told me I can’t stay with him anymore,” you stutter while improvising. Before continuing you make sure to sob another couple times. “I don’t have anywhere to sleep,” you add.

This time most of the guards look at you with a look full with pity. One of them walks towards you and puts his hand on your shoulder. It’s probably meant well, but it causes you to shiver - and not in the nice way Lando causes you to shiver. You take a look at Lando, who’s already looking back at you with an angry face. You wonder what he found now to be angry about. It seems that he’s pretty good in finding things to be angry about. You take a small step to lose the hand of the guard in the mean time.

“You know what,” the guard eventually says, “If you promise me that you’ll take him home, then I’ll let it slide for this time.”

“Yes,” you’re quick to reply, “Of course!”

Lando is quick to stand up. This time no one stops him. Slowly he walks towards you. It makes you feel nervous. What if he’s mad at you for intervening like this? He didn’t look to happy while you were talking with the security team… You just hope that he can save it for when you’re back outside. Before Lando stands next to you, there’s someone talking again.

“Let them prove they’re in a relationship.” You’re quick to realize that this is the security guard who looked weirdly at Lando and you before. Fuck.

“Is that really necessary?” You react quickly.

The other security guards chuckle. The one who told you that it was okay reacts as well. “Okay, prove your relationship and then you get to leave.”

Fuck. What now?

Lando is already standing next to you. He’s annoyed by the request - or better said the task, but he does know a rather simple solution. He turns his body more towards yours. You show him a confused look. Lando wonders if you’re okay with what he’s about to do, he can only hope so. When he’s standing closely in front of you, he tries to ask for your permission with his eyes. He raises his eyebrows, hoping that you get the hint. When he sees a small nod from you, he’s quick to continue with his plan.

You wonder with Lando is about to do. It seems like he has a plan, but you have no idea what. Then you notice his face coming even closer towards yours. When you feel Lando his lips against yours, you can safely say that you weren’t expecting this. Fuck. The dickhead teammate of your brother is kissing you. That seems like a problem, but you have a bigger problem to focus on. Why are you enjoying it?

You can’t stop yourself and let your hands wander until they reach Lando his hair. Softly you play with his hair. Lando deepens the kiss. You feel his tongue asking for permission, something you grand him rather fast. His hands are on your back, pulling you into his own body as much as he can. It causes you to let out a soft moan. Fuck, why is this feeling so good? You’ve never been kissed like this before.

Lando feels a small vibration coming from you, was that a moan? He wants nothing more then to pull out more moans from you. It surprises him that you’re letting yourself go in the kiss with him. But that isn’t the thing that surprises him the most right now. He can’t seem to focus on the fact that this is fake and meaningless. He wants this to be real. Why did no other girl make him feel like this during a kiss? This can’t be good.

When the both of you hear the security guards chuckle and clap, you’re quick to pull back from the kiss. With a new found confidence you look at the one guard who doubted you, “Believe me now?” You ask him with the same confidence. The guard can only show you a small nod.

Lando is the one who lets out a soft chuckle now. He looks at you before pressing a small kiss against your forehead. “Let’s go princess,” he softly tells you. This time the nickname doesn’t sound sarcastic and even more strangely, you feel something flutter inside of you while hearing it. Lando takes your hand into his and walks outside with you.

When the both of you are standing outside again, Lando is quick to drop your hand. He turns until he’s facing you. “Don’t even do that again,” he tells you angrily.

“You’re welcome Lando,” you reply annoyed, “and what exactly do you mean? Because I believe that you’re the one who was kissing me.”

“You don’t even know what you just did,” Lando rants, “Don’t ever try to use your innocence again with security guards like them. What if they had other plans for you? Do you even know how fucking hot you look in that short dress? You’re lucky those guards didn’t touch you or something.”

You don’t know how to respond. Lando is exaggerating, but you realize that there’s a small truth hiding in his words. However, you can only focus on how he called you ‘fucking hot’.

“It went alright like this.” Lando shakes his head at your words. “I guess you’re more busy with checking me out then those guards,” you add sarcastically.

“You’re so stupid,” Lando reacts annoyed.

“It went fine,” you continue to argue.

“No!” Lando yells now, “Just go home and never go back to this fucking place. I saw how uncomfortable that one security guard made you by just touching your shoulder, so don’t tell me it went fine.”

You’re stunned. How did Lando notice that?

“This wasn’t for you,” you eventually state.

“So fucking stupid,” Lando continues to mutter.

“What did you want then? That the cops called Christian to bail you out? Then you and Max could have spend another day talking again.”

“Fucking stupid.”

“A thank you would be a nicer response you know,” you sigh annoyed.

“I don’t do thank you’s,” Lando states.

“Of course Norris, how could I forget that you don’t have any manners,” you sneer, “Whatever. I’m going back to Max. Just stay out of trouble, because I won’t do this again.” You start to walk away from Lando, it’s only when you hear his voice once more that you turn around again.

“Bet that you’ll kiss with me again someday.”

You don’t reply. You should be turning back to him, getting mad about his stupid remark and assuring him that you’ll never kiss with him again. But, you can’t. The thing is, you already can’t stop thinking about kissing with him again.

“Princess?” Lando asks. He wants some sort of reaction, he hates it to be ignored.

“Don’t,” you sigh, “Just let me leave.”

“Without a goodbye kiss?” He jokes.

You sigh. The first kiss was fake. There’s a story behind it to make sure of that. If you turn back now and do what you want to do, then it won’t be fake anymore. You do want to feel his lips on yours again, but you can’t.

“Goodnight Lando,” you eventually say before walking off.

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goldfades · 8 months ago

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄? ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | requested! -> "can u pleaseeee write a fic with paige & a cheerleader at uconn ?? something cute like post game ritual, like going out to each or something"

─ word count | 1.2k

─ warnings | slightly suggestive (no smut tho), very flirty paige cus she's the rizzler, sweet fluffy things, some teasing and established relationship! nothing else, enjoy!

─ taglist | taglist in my navigation!

─ ev's notes | im on such a paige kick rn so please send me some requests and you shall receive!

"─ I KNEW WERE GOING TO WIN AFTER THAT," PAIGE EXPLAINED enthusiastically as you listened intently, a small grin playing on your face as you did so.

Your girlfriend walked in front of you as she told you everything and anything that was going on in her mind, her adrenaline still pumping from the game that had ended almost an hour ago. She was just rambling excitedly and of course you didn't mind, you actually enjoyed it thoroughly.

You were cheering on the sidelines the entire night and your arms were so sore, they were after every game. Paige carried your pom-pom's for you as you finally walked out of the arena, you could barely even feel your feet at this point.

Despite feeling the exhaustion of the entire night on your shoulders, it dissipated as you watched Paige. You didn't even feel tired anymore as the cool air hit you. The night air felt crisp against your skin, a refreshing contrast to the heated atmosphere of the arena.

"But Coach was mad because I kept looking at you during the game. It's not my fault you showed up looking that good, I mean Jesus. I will never get used to how sexy you look in the uniform." Paige rambled as her eyes looked at you up and down, you felt your cheeks get warmer. Her admiration was always flattering, and you found yourself blushing slightly under her gaze.

No matter how many times Paige showered you with compliments, it'll never get old. "Well, I can't help it if I distract you," you teased, returning her gaze with a warm smile. "But you're the sexy one, trust me."

"Yeah, I guess so." Paige shrugged as she began walking backwards so she could face you. "I'm the sexy one and you're the pretty one, that's how this works, right?"

"What works? Liking girls?" You tried to clarify as you laughed, shaking your head.

Paige chuckled and shook her head. "I meant, you know, the whole dynamic. I'm the sexy athlete, and you're the pretty cheerleader,"

You let out a huff of laughter as you reached her car, Paige joining in a few seconds later. "Oh, I see what you're getting at," you said with a playful smirk as you leaned against her car. "Well, if that's the case, then I'm the lucky cheerleader who gets to support her amazing baller girlfriend."

Paige smirked, unlocking the car and holding the door open for you. "And I'm the lucky baller who gets to have the prettiest cheerleader by her side."

With a laugh, you climbed into the car, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you as Paige joined you in the driver's seat. As she started the engine, you leaned over to press a quick kiss to her cheek as her hands slid down to your thigh and squeezed it.

You leaned back into the passenger seat as Paige kept her hand on your thigh, driving with one hand. God, she really was sexy. She felt your gaze as her lips curved into cocky smirk but she kept her eyes on the road. You let yourself relax into the moment, enjoying the sensation of Paige's touch against your skin.

You reached your apartment building, the drive feeling all too short. As Paige parked the car, she finally turned to meet your gaze, the playful smirk still on her lips.

"You okay there, beautiful?" she teased, her voice low as you met her eyes.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her cocky demeanor, feeling a surge of affection for the confident woman beside you. "More than okay," you replied, your voice soft with affection.

Paige's smirk softened into a tender smile, and she leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. The warmth of her touch sent a rush of electricity through you, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since the game ended.

You both pulled away and she let out a small laugh as you pressed another kiss on her cheek. You opened your eyes and let out a little laugh as you saw some of your lipstick had transferred to her lips and cheek.

Chuckling softly at the sight of your lipstick on Paige's lips and cheek, you reached up to gently wipe it away with your thumb, your touch lingering on her skin for a moment longer than necessary.

"There we go," you said with a smile, admiring the smudge-free result. "Can't have you walking around looking like you just won a makeout session instead of a game."

Paige laughed, leaning into your touch. "Wouldn't mind winning that too," she teased, her voice low and playful. She leaned away as she finally turned her ignition off with a yawn. She gestured for you to get out of the car and you both got out.

She grabbed your hand as you both walked up to your apartment. Once inside, Paige led you up the stairs, the familiarity of the surroundings comforting as you reached your door.

She opened the door and you threw her stuff on the ground with a tired huff. It was a routine you were both accustomed to, and one that always brought a sense of warmth to your heart.

Your lips curved into an amused smile, Paige always treated your apartment like it was her own but of course. But you didn't mind in the slightest; in fact, you found comfort in her presence and the easy way she fit into your life.

"You know, one of these days, you're going to move in officially," you teased, nudging her playfully as you stepped into the apartment behind her.

Paige grinned, turning to face you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And what makes you think I haven't already?"

She walked into the kitchen as you followed closely behind. She opened the fridge and grabbed a water before chugging it quickly as you rolled her eyes at her antics.

"Slow down, you'll choke." You joked, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smile. Paige shot you a playful glare before setting the empty water bottle on the counter with a satisfied sigh.

"I'll have you know, I'm a professional water chugger," she replied with a grin, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

You chuckled, shaking your head in amusement. "Is that a new sport you're adding to your repertoire? First basketball, now water chugging?"

"Hey, hydration is key," Paige said, adopting a mock-serious expression. "Gotta stay on top of my game, you know."

You laughed, reaching out to playfully ruffle her hair as she groaned. "Well, I can't argue with that. But next time, maybe try sipping instead of chugging. I'd hate to have to perform the Heimlich maneuver on you."

"If that makes you feel better, princess." Paige rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she shot you a playful smirk. "Anyway, I'm gonna go shower cus I'm disgusting."

"Sounds like a plan," you replied, giving her a playful wink as she headed towards the bathroom. You looked down and realized that you were also sweaty and disgusting.

"Wait, wait. I need to shower too, so hurry!"

"Or..." Paige started as she smirked back at you. "You can join me?"

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Paige's suggestion, a playful smirk on your lips. "Oh, is that so?"

Paige smirked, her gaze meeting yours with a hint of excitement. "Why waste water when we can save some by showering together?"

"God, you sound like such a boy right now." You joked as she grabbed your arm and pulled you into the bathroom. "Okay fine. For the environment."

"Yep, for the environment." Paige replied as she closed the door, a smirk playing on her lips.

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hobiebrownismygod · 9 months ago

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Can you do a 42 Miles fanfic where we style and/or braid his hair but he’s pretty tender headed (even tho he tries to act tough)?

I have no idea how to braid his hair type so I did some research for it! pls let me know if anything is inaccurate and I hope you enjoy this little fic! As always, thx for requesting <3

Possible TW: reader is referred to as "Mami" (femreader), mention of Rio, kissing on the cheek (romantic tw), unedited (pls lmk if theres any errors/inconsistencies so I can fix them)

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"Hold still!" You exclaimed, pulling his head back as he let out a yelp. "You're braiding too tight!" he hissed, closing his eyes shut and groaning.

"Hey, I'm trying my best!" you exclaimed with a frown, loosening your grasp on his hair lightly in an attempt to be gentler. "They have to be tight or else they'll get loose too quick!"

He grumbled, sitting up straight and gripping onto the chair tightly to mask how much pain he was in.

This wasn't the first time you were braiding your boyfriend's hair, but you were starting to hope it would be the last. He was so tender-headed, you couldn't even touch his head without him letting out a yelp. How had his mom been dealing with him all these years?

But then of course, Rio had more patience than you'd ever seen in a mother so you weren't too surprised.

He grunted in frustration, squeezing his eyes shut as you finished one of his cornrows, tying a rubber band to the end as gently as you could. "Miles..." you said, putting your arms around his neck from the back. "Do you want to take a break? Let your scalp breathe?" you asked a little teasingly.

"No! I'm fine." He said annoyedly, folding his arms over his chest as he avoided your eyes in the mirror. You kissed his cheek gently, a smile on your face. "Are you sure? The second one might hurt more."

His eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean it'll hurt more?"

"If I don't finish soon, I'm gonna be late to get home! You know how my parents are about curfew" you said, rolling your eyes and gathering up the rest of his hair to start on the second cornrow.

"Wait, wait, wait-" he said quickly, standing up. "Just uh- just give me a second. Let me breathe."

You put your hands on your hips, watching him with a smile. "Does it really hurt that bad? Have you ever tried using numbing cream, or-"

"I don't need numbing cream! I'm not a little kid, Mami." he said with a frown, sitting back down tenderly. "Alright, just do it. I'm ready"

You glanced down at his knuckles, which were turning pale as he gripped onto the arm of the chair. The two of you stayed still for a moment.

After a second, he opened his eyes to look at you in the mirror. "You gonna do it, or...?"

"Miles, you're gonna hurt yourself if you hold on too tight." you said with a sigh. "This isn't a roller coaster."

He grumbled, folding his arms in his lap as he waited for you to start, his eyes closed shut. "Just braid it."

You raised an eyebrow at him. His breath hitched in his throat.

"Please?"

You rolled your eyes again, beginning his second braid. "That's what I thought."

He stayed silent for a moment, letting out a quiet hiss of pain as you slowly moved your way down his scalp. "Thanks for doing this by the way." He said softly. "Means a lot to me." His voice was so quiet it was almost like a whisper.

"Always." you said back, your fingers moving as gently as they could, satisfied with his gratitude. "I'm really trying to be gentle man, you're just tender-headed."

"I know, I know. Thanks." It only took a few minutes for you to be done and he immediately leapt up, touching his head gently and looking in the mirror. "Looks good."

He turned around, a grin on his face before sweeping you up in a hug, arms wrapped around your waist. "I love youuu" he teased, kissing your cheek, back in a good mood now that the pain was over.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." you said with a laugh, pushing his face back gently. "I love you too, Miles."

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heavyhitterheaux · 4 months ago

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Match My Freak (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: 🤭🤭

Synopsis: "We can go to Italy and have sex on a yacht" 🤭

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my Blanca baby @hoodharlow 😘💕

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The sun was beginning to set as you took in your surroundings off the coast of Italy. This vacation had proved to be necessary after you had released your album and was planning to go on tour later in the year. Seeing that you needed a break, your husband took it upon himself to simply tell you to pack your suitcases and get into the car not realizing what your destination was. He literally made you put on a blindfold until the two of you had touched down. You were excited to find out that the two of you would be staying in Italy for two weeks and Jack made it known that the only thing that the two of you were allowed to focus on was each other.

Because when the two of you were together, nothing else mattered.

As you were taking another sip of your margarita that you had made, you felt Jack come up behind you and his arms went around your waist before he turned you around and leaned down to kiss you.

“Do we have to leave in two days?” You asked as Jack simply smiled down at you.

“We can add on another day and that's about it. You have an album to promote, remember?”

“Yes, but that just means I'm not going to be around you and I'll be busy.” You told him as you pouted.

“It's only for a little while and it'll fly by before we know it. But enough about that. For right now, I'm enjoying the time that I get to have with my wife with no distractions.” He told you as he started playing with the ends of your hair as you smiled up at him.

“You know I'm actually surprised at you.” You told Jack who looked at you confused.

“By what, baby?”

“We’ve been on this yacht basically all day and you have yet to fuck me on it. I think you’re slipping when it comes to your husband duties.” You told him and he immediately smirked at you.

“Hmm, only because it was light outside. Now it's not so you better be careful what you wish for.” He whispered against your lips before kissing them. The drink that you were holding was taken out of your hand by Jack and long forgotten as he placed it on the table.

“You don't care about having an audience so I'm not buying that as an excuse.”

“I don't, but if they were to see me that probably wouldn't be good because someone would be bound to take pics and it would end up on TMZ.”

“Hmm, you have a point.”

“No one gets a free show from my wife except me.”

“Let’s get to you getting your free show then.”

You quickly kissed him again and made Jack sit down as you were quick to straddle him. He kissed and nipped at your skin starting from your neck and worked his way down to untie the top of your bathing suit.

He threw it to the side behind you as you felt the growing tent underneath you. He slowly ran his fingers over your folds through the thin material that happened to be the last piece of clothing that you were wearing and found yourself getting wetter by the second as you reached down to bring your lips to his.

All of a sudden, you felt Jack move the material to the side and slowly slip one of his fingers in as you let out a soft moan in his ear.

“Don't hold back, baby. You can be as loud as you want out here.”

The tone of your moans became louder when he added another finger and soon discarded the thin piece of clothing from your body altogether. Jack was simply admiring you before he picked you up with you letting out a yelp.

“Baby! I'm going to fall!”

“Now you know good and damn well that I'm not going to drop you. Come here.” He placed your legs on his shoulders and felt him take one long lick.

The last thing you ever expected was for him to be standing up and eating you out as he was holding you up midair.

“Now your ass can't run even if you wanted to.” You heard Jack say from between your thighs and he quickly dove back in.

Jack could feel your juices running down his chin as he moved at a faster pace and you began to massage and pull at your pierced nipples. They had just recently gotten over being sore since you had changed the jewelry in them and couldn't wait until Jack’s mouth was on them.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Was all you managed to let out as Jack gripped your thighs tighter. Your hands then found a way into his hair and you were trying to bring him closer to you even if it was damn near impossible.

That feeling that you knew all too well was beginning to build and it was if Jack knew since he immediately moved higher to pay close attention to your clit. He knew you were close and began teasing you as he would lightly brush his tongue back and forth against your clit with the slightest touch making you go insane. So insane that he quickly heard you throwing a fit about it.

“Baby, stop teasing me and let me cum!” You told him as you grabbed a handful of his hair, but he didn't even acknowledge you and he continued to do the same thing knowing that you were going to hit your peak that much harder.

“Who's teasing baby girl? Hold still for me or I'll stop.”

“I wish you fucking would stop right now, fucking make me cum damn it!” You breathlessly yelled out and sure enough, Jack halted his movements and sat you back down where you had been sitting before and spread your legs.

“Who do you think you're fucking talking to like that?” He asked as he hovered above you and his hand went around your neck.

You didn’t answer, and he put his fingers to your mouth and you immediately began to suck on them tasting your juices. Once Jack was satisfied with how wet they were, his pointer finger grazed your clit making you groan.

“Baby, come on!”

“Come on what? And you still didn't answer my question.”

“Please! And I'm talking to my husband.”

“Not with that attitude you're not.” He told you as he spread your legs once more and kneeled down in front of you.

“Lose the attitude and I'll let you cum.”

“Fine, baby just come on. Pleaseee.”

“Oh, now we finally learned how to use our manners.” Was the last thing you heard Jack say before he was giving your clit his undivided attention.

“My baby has the prettiest pussy, doesn't she? You want me to suck on your clit?”

“Yes!”

“Give me some room then and act like you want me between your thighs.”

As soon as he told you this, you moved your left leg to the side to rest on top of the couch that you were sitting on and Jack couldn't help but to smirk before he began to do what you so desperately wanted.

In less than two minutes a rush of liquid flowed out of you as Jack still continued to eat you out as you were trying to come down from your high. Once you did, you reached down to kiss him as you slipped your tongue in his mouth and both of you were battling for dominance.

When the two of you finally broke apart, Jack stood up and you quickly slipped off his swim trunks as you then stood up and made him trade places with you. Jack stroked himself a few times as you saw the precum leaking down the sides. You glided your finger along it as you brought it to your mouth and sucked it off making Jack smirk. You held onto his shoulders as you straddled him and slowly sat down allowing you to feel every inch of him as he filled you up with moans escaping both of your mouths.

Jack held onto your hips to help guide you until the two of you got into a comfortable rhythm. He then left a trail of kisses along your breasts before sucking on both of them making sure he showed them an equal amount of attention as you let out a series of moans and threw your head back in satisfaction.

“Look at how creamy that pussy is and how well you’re riding that dick. You going to make daddy cum? Hmm, baby?”

You slowly nodded as your head rested on his shoulder and increased your pace.

“That's it, baby. Fuck you feel so good around me. I know I tell you this all the time, but you look so pretty when you ride me.”

You abruptly stopped as you slid him out of you and immediately took him in your mouth before he could protest about you not riding him anymore because you knew it was coming.

“Shit!” He held tightly onto your hair that he had put it into a makeshift ponytail as you felt him reach the back of your throat.

You released him from your mouth with a loud pop as you traced your tongue from the base to the tip before going back down. You started to jerk him off before taking him back into your mouth. You were caught off guard by Jack moaning loudly and feeling his load shoot down the back of your throat.

“And you better not waste any of it.”

Cum was leaking out the side of your mouth as it landed onto your chest and you took him out of your mouth once more to glide your finger along it and taste it.

Jack helped you up and you straddled him one more as he reached up to kiss you and you eagerly kissed him back. As he gave a light tap to your cheek, you opened your mouth and warm liquid hit your tongue.

“Be a good girl and swallow it.”

Doing as you were told, Jack then gave a light smack to your ass as you smiled at him.

“Baby, I need you on all fours and I'll be back. Can you do that for me? You've been such a good girl.” Jack asked and you quickly nodded as you got up and sat to the side as you watched him disappear for a minute.

Once he came back you saw a bottle of lube in his hand and you smirked before getting on all fours.

“Baby, tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I want to make you feel good, not hurt you.” He told you as you heard the bottle opening.

“I know.”

“You ready, baby?”

“Mm hmm.”

Your back was arched as Jack lifted your hips a little bit higher and he started to slowly insert himself. As of lately, anal had become one of your favorite things and Jack was not one to protest. If it was something that you wanted as long as you let him know he would do it for you.

Jack started meeting resistance and simply added more lube before finally slipping all the way inside as your head was resting on your arms and taking all of the pleasure that you could get.

“How's that feel?” He quietly asked you as he slowly began to move.

“So good, keep going.”

Jack did what you asked him to as you lifted up your head to spit into your hand and reached down to rub your clit. Even though you had recovered from your orgasm before, the slightest touch still had you whimpering.

“Baby, go faster.” You told him as you could tell that he was holding back since the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you.

Listening to you, he increased his pace and your hand was soon replaced with his as he rubbed small circles along your clit as you loudly cried out.

“Baby….”

“You’re almost there, I can tell. Such a good girl for me.”

Hearing this pushed you over the edge as your third orgasm of the night hit you. Jack continued to rub your clit as he pounded in you from behind. His movements were getting sloppy indicating that he was close and sure enough, he slowly slipped out of you before releasing all over your back.

The two of you were trying to catch your breath as he slowly turned you around and hovered over you as he smiled before leaning down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. Your hands once again found a way to his curls as he switched to the other one.

When he finally looked up at you, he placed a soft kiss on your lips before he opened his mouth to ask you a question.

“Did I fulfill my husband duties? Was that up to your standards Mrs. Harlow?”

“Yes, you exceeded my expectations, truth be told.” You said as you laughed.

“Good, but we are nowhere near done.”

“Wait, what?”

“When we get finished, I plan on you not being able to walk straight. Spread your legs so I can eat you out again.”

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lovelaetter · 2 days ago

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finals are over amen. these are lowkey so incoherent... #NeedToPracticeEng "( – ⌓ – )

kitten!karina : she's between your legs, looking up through half-lidded eyes like you're the only thing that matters. but that's because you are the only thing that matters, to her, at least. she's lapping everything up like she's been starved—might as well have been, you were on a trip, she just craved her fill—and she doesn't care if you already came because she wants—needs—more. almost like purring, her moans against your cunt because she's so pussy-drunk she's slurping and whining like a pornstar. the vibrations against your core as she looks up at you with that sly look almost makes you forget everything. she's so eager to please, needing to fill her mouth.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ implied consensual somno⠀⸝⸝⸝⠀⠀bunny!winter : she's in heat. twitching and riding a pillow, she's so blissed out with her nose scrunched up and biting on her bottom lip. she's more like a rabbit, humping against any and every surface because she needs to be stuffed full, her mind is begging for it, but she can't form thoughts coherent enough to do it herself. you come home to find her riding a pillow, her face so blissed out but she keeps begging for 'inside' even tho she's not sure if you've come home or not. she'll be so surprised when you remove the pillow, teasing her, "couldn't wait, huh? just needed your cunt stuffed." and she'd be so quick to admit it, too needy to even be ashamed. just impatient when you put on your strap and she's immediately riding it until she's close to passing out. but she's so fucking desperate for even more, she just told you to take over once she's out cold.

fox!giselle : oh, fuck. at work and you just get the horniest messages from gigi. let's be honest, she can't go a single day without teasing because she knows it'll get her a rough fucking. going home to grab her thighs, her ass, her waist—any bare surface you can get as you full on rip off her clothes. taking her from behind so she can force her to look at the mirror, she's bent over the vanity. she's suddenly so shy. whining and moaning in such a high-pitched tone. but she's still being a brat, complaining about you not being deep enough only to immediately cum the second you fully thrust a dildo inside her, one swift motion. she's never felt so full (that's a lie, she makes sure this happens as often as she can, but it still makes her melt brain every time) but you make up for it with sweet nothings because at the end of the day, she does need a little praise because she's still just a brat. acting out because she wants it rough only to realize her mistake after but does it all over again anyway.

puppy!ningning : I don't even know how to explain my thoughts for this one. just... her riding your shoe as she looks up at you. she's like a full on dog, debasing herself and so needy. she keeps saying that it feels good, that you're making her feel good despite you just sitting there and watching her hump at your shoe erratically, almost maniac. and she has the most adoring look. kind of like karina's, except hers is just utter devotion. it's like she's worshipping, not getting herself off. so needy for the slightest bit of attention. a puppy begging for scraps and getting more than because she's adorable and so good.

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i— anon, it scares me, genuinely, how you ALWAYS manage to read my thoughts, like, what the fuck? also, glad to hear your finals are over, dear, please take some time to rest now !

thinking of spoiled kitten!rina, deserves to sleep on the best sheets with the best pillows and eat the best fish, gets what she wants when she wants and you are no exception. calling her spoiled but it’s your fault, how are supposed to deny her pretty face anything? type to crawl to you, settle herself between your legs and smirk, head nuzzling against your stomach, kisses on the insides of your thighs. whines if you deny her, even as a joke, she missed you so much, your warmth, your taste, don’t do that to her… she promises she won’t disturb you much, knows you’re tired from your trip and the moment you nod she’s already pushing her face against your crotch, over your clothes and everything. she’s so good, so uncaring and messy, hands grabbing at your flesh, kitten claws scratching, and obviously breaks her promise, growing more desperate the moment you cum for the first time, eager to drink up everything. kisses her way up your body after to lay on top of you, purring and rubbing her wet-smeared cheeks against you… clingy kitten :(

bunny!winter in heat, god, i love this. can you imagine actually, not being her girlfriend but like, roommate or something? but there’s this tension and to come home to find her like that ! pretty, little bunny humping your pillow, on your bed, calling your name to help her, what a sight. you try to reason with her— “just needs your cunt stuffed? you could’ve asked”— but the way she simply tosses her head back to look at you, zero shame, taking your hand that holds the pillow, not making much sense, it makes you take pity on her. a mess, bouncing on top of you until her legs ache, dirty sound of skin on skin and wetness and moans echoing, your own thighs slippery with how much slick she leaks. she would cry if she woke up to find out you stopped fucking her just because she passed out, how dare you? it hurts so bad now, she’s so empty and cold… now you know your lesson and to not stop the next time.

now, fox!giselle, this fucking girl, professional brat. she will send the nastiest stuff— extremely detailed text, a photo, a fucking audio that you have to thank god you listened with no one around because she didn’t bother to be quiet, as always— and then go completely quiet, not replying to your panicked texts, sitting at the couch back home giggling knowing she got you. and you know what? she will act shocked once you arrive, might call you desperate. so true about turning shy once she sees your reflections on the mirror because yes, look at her, all blushed and panting, tits pressed to the vanity and she can feel herself drip down her thigh and your eyes on her, so dark… running her mouth about not being full enough only to get both her holes stuffed, so many sensations at time, her noises so loud she can barely hear you ask her if she still needs more, kicking and twisting at you relentlessly playing with her ass. sure does need to hear some praise and sweet nothings during aftercare, whining on your lap because she is sore (she loves it).

puppy!ningning as your office pet… she doesn’t even live with you, started as your secretary but ended up where she is now, in a comfy corner of your office with her toys and phone and food, just something pretty for you to play with when your job as boss gets too stressful. she is so lovely, tail wagging at every bit of your attention, not wasting a single second whenever you order her to come closer. grips on you while her cunt slides over your shoe, part of her mind disappointed, she’s crumpling up your clothes, but it feels so good, she needs to hold onto something. she’s a crier too, but happy tears, satisfied tears, looking up at you with pure admiration, moans that grow louder and louder as you pet her head, leaning down to rest your forehead against hers and shush her, it’s okay, she can cum, be a good puppy and cum for you. she loves you, genuinely, so loyal to you, and dreams of the day you will take her home and she will be able to be yours full time.

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silentgravesdontexist · 4 months ago

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MDNI: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

First time writing a character other than Ace. Hope I did Sanji justice here, tho...

Sanji x AFAB!Reader

CW: Sexual content (collar and leash involved, praise kink, body worship, and teasing) and established relationship

Word Count: 600+

The ship was docked on an island for a while. Just meant for a quick supply run since it was running low and the next island was much further ahead. You're now tasked to go around the town to procure the items needed with them. However, you stumble across a certain shop. One thing led to another and now— your company has drunken a certain potion that made dog ears and a fluffy tail appear on them!

Of course, the shop owner clarifies that it's only temporary and that it'll fade off in a month or so. He also mentioned something about dog-like tendencies??

SFW

Surprisingly starts to smoke less. His nose becomes so sensitive he starts to get bothered by the smell. But he's too addicted to fully stop.

Food becomes impossibly better?? Maybe also because of his heightened senses that his cooking becomes more precise and just insanely good.

Starts glaring at anyone who tries to get close to you. Proceeds to hug you from behind and pull you against him. Definitely got into a fight with Zoro more than once because of it.

Always drawn to your scent without realizing it. He could just be minding his on business but then he snaps out of it when he realizes that you're right in front of him with your head tilted cutely.

The gang teases him that he might start chasing after things that moved even by a bit but he surprisingly doesn't. You'll see him visibly restrain himself while huffing that he wouldn't actually stoop so low.

Already affectionate before but now even more so. He'll have you sit by the counter while he's cooking just to spend time with you and showers you with kisses and compliments. Will also steal you away somewhere private just to give you affection.

When in private, he loves it when you guys cuddle. A shiver runs down his spine when you scratch his ear and ruffle his hair just right. He'll hold you close and kiss you wherever he can reach.

NSFW

Things usually tend to get even more heated during intimate moments in private. Heat? He's always in heat for you. Even more so when you smell so nice and praise him for being a good boy for you.

You joked about it once. Now, he's kneeling on the floor with a collar on his neck, and you're tugging at the leash. Gotta own up for what you ask for.

He'd practically drown you in kisses. Licking, nipping, and sucking on your skin from head to toe in the most feral yet reverent manner.

You begged him to stop teasing you? He whined and coaxed you to let him keep going. Of course, you let him. Why stop him when he's worshipping your body like a devout believer to a goddess?

He wouldn't stop being a tease. It's unintentional— he swears. But when his ears twitch each time you moan his name? He just wants to keep hearing it as long as he can.

If you take charge and ride him, he's losing his mind. Fingers digging into your hips and thighs. Tug on the leash and call him a pretty slut— his cock will twitch needily inside you while his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He's not gonna cum until you tell him to because he wants nothing more than to please you. To hear you praise him with that filthy mouth of yours.

He's whining so loudly when you leave your mark on his skin. Hips bucking up into your cunt instinctively but he'll immediately apologize if you tug on his leash and warn him sternly.

The tail is insanely sensitive. Twirl your fingers around it and he'll snap. Sitting up to hold you close and pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips. His mind going numb as he fucks into you— was it mentioned he whines and moans so needily? He always does for you.

Once all is said and done, he'll curl up against you (he secretly loves it when you're the big spoon). Will nuzzle impossibly closer to you when you whipser sweet nothings to him before going to sleep.

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pilfappreciator · 1 year ago

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I just saw your request guidelines! how about a John Dory x gn!reader that babies him? he's all abt being the leader and bossy and such, it would be cute when he turns soft and lets the reader baby him.

Ah yes, love me some middle-aged dumb jock "all about that van life" squating in the woods and interrupting strangers weddings for no reason ex-boyband member fluff 😘

John Dory x Reader: his ass needs pampering

Includes: GN! Reader, touch-starved John Dory, mentions of prolonged isolation, slight angst

🥽 It'll take some time (and lots of persuasion on your end) before John Dory even CONSIDERS the idea of letting someone else take the reigns

🥽 He was forced to grow up pretty quick when he was younger. He was the oldest of five and it didn't seem like any of them had parents to fall back during their childhood. Sure, there was Grandma Rosiepuff but it wasn't quite the same... and after Brozone started to take off in popularity, John Dory felt it was his time to step up as a leader

🥽 Obviously, having that kind of pressure on your shoulders while growing up in the public eye doesn't bode well for someone's self-worth

🥽 I feel like John Dory found comfort in being in charge tho?? Like he likes when things go his way so he definitely appreciated the feeling of control lol

🥽 BUT LIKE I SAID, this man CAN be talked into taking the backseat for once!!

🥽 Start out small. Maybe do little favors for him, like grabbing him a tool or item he needs before he goes for it himself, or holding doors open so he can walk through, or using your thumb to wipe some crumbs or sauce off his face (this guys a messy eater, don't even ATTEMPT to convince me otherwise)

🥽 Tbh he probably won't even notice what you're doing at first. He'll just be like "aw thanks babe :]" and move his ass right along

🥽 He'll only start taking the hint once you start escalating those favors. Next thing he knows you're offering to drive Rhonda so he can relax, or making his meals for him, or offering massages

🥽 I mean... he might not refuse that last one but that's besides the point shahlskdja

🥽 It's only when you start taking on some of his chores and usual manual labor that he starts speaking up

🥽 "Look, babe, I appreciate what you're tryin' to do but it's fine! I've got this!"

"No, it's cool, I'll do it."

"Seriously, you don't have to."

"I know! But I want to."

"Really, your boy's got thi---"

"You sit your ass down and enjoy that sandwich I made you, John Dory."

"Okay o_o"

🥽 Yeahhhh you're definitely gonna have to be firm with this man if you actually want him to relax. Maybe make his ass do a puzzle or something askjdhas

🥽 I mean it's not like you're taking away his whole sense of agency or anything. He still has the freedom to go and do as he pleases, it's just that now he's got you looking over his shoulder, ready to jump in once he so much as STARTS overworking himself. It's gonna take him some time to get used to being doted on. Fully expect some pouty looks being thrown your way and to hear him grumbling under his breath

🥽 BUT THEN YOU START ESCALATING EVEN FURTHER?? Suddenly you're buying/making him things he needs, like new tools or equipment??? Maybe you two are out on the town one day and you spot him eyeing something through the window of one of the shops, and a few days later—

🥽 "WHOA!! WHERE'D YOU GET THAT?!"

"Oh, I just saw it the other day and thought of you! :D"

"...Babe, that's a grappling hook."

"Did I stutter?"

🥽 John Dory starts coming around to the idea of being spoiled after that lol

🥽 I'm like 99% sure everyone in the fandom agrees that this man? This guy who's been living all alone in the wilderness and probably eating insects for nutrients for like 20 years??

🥽 TOUCH-STARVED AS HELL

🥽 I mean he was already pretty touchy-feely BEFORE you started pampering him... but then you start giving him more massages (specifically back/shoulder/foot rubs)... and getting him to lay his head on your stomach/lap after a long day... and running your fingers across his scalp all the while...

🥽 Better have a mop and bucket on standby cuz if this man melts any further, he'll be a puddle ;))

🥽 Definitely starts to seek you out after he's had a bad day/been in his head too long. Lay some kisses on his forehead pretty pls <33

🥽 WORDS OF AFFIRMATION!! DROP SOME PRAISE AND COMPIMENTS ON THIS GUY!!! I mean he probably got plenty of that during his Brozone days but most of them were aimed at his looks/music

🥽 I mean he's definitely not gonna complain if you call him a hunk but I digress

Not even gonna lie to yall... When the first teaser for the movie dropped I was like "Hmm... idk if the movie's gonna as good as the last one but at least Branch's long lost brother is hot"

ALKSHDJLKJAKSD IM SORRY BUT WHY DID THEY MAKE ALL THE CHARACTERS HOT WHAT THE FUCK

#go ahead and guess my fav brozone member #bet you cant #fr tho john dory is just like-->#>;]#for like half the movie and i was like #“damn he sexy tho”#im bi and hes a himbo i shoulda known better 😔#trolls #trolls band together #trolls john dory #brozone #brozone x reader #trolls x reader #x reader #headcanon

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thegoldencontracts · 10 months ago

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Too Late!

You and Azul are texting each other one day when he accidentally sends you some more honest texts.

Note/Warnings: Azul/Reader, fluff with a smidgen of angst (specifically Azul insecurities, he gets comforted tho)

You loved Azul. A lot. You'd been dating him for quite a while now, after all. But you couldn't deny that it felt like he was a bit- formal with you, to say the least. Sometimes, it felt like he was playing the role of a perfect boyfriend in a Romance Novel's screen adaptation. How did he really feel? Was he happy to be somewhere, or was he just playing along so that the other students in his dorm could see how attractive and understanding he was while they seethed in envy at the fact that they were single and he wasn't?

Which was why when Azul slipped up one day when you were texting, you were very, very happy about it.

It was a boring evening, like always. You were texting Azul, complaining about your homework while lounging in your bed like always. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Zuzuuu <3: You know, if you'd like, I'd be happy to assist with your homework. It'll even be on the house, just for you.

Me: cant believe im dating a capitalist mf /lh

Me: really tho, tysmmm for helping <3 I don't deserve u bbg...

And then, something completely out of the ordinary happened.

Zuzuuu <3: how could you say that you're literally so perfect? I love you so much I keep doodling you bc you're so. Pretty. I simp so hard for you plz never say that again <3

At first, you wondered if Floyd wrote the text as a joke. It was pretty in character for him, after all. But that didn't make sense. This wasn't Floyd's way of texting, nor did it even attempt to imitate Azul's. When Floyd was in the mood to prank someone, he put in the effort to make it good.

Whatever. You took a screenshot of the message so you could treasure it forever. And lucky you, because right after you did, the message was deleted.

Zuzuuu <3: Please don't say such things about yourself, even for comedic purposes.

He was not being slick with that. You sent a text in response, giggling all the while.

Zuzuuu <3: Regardless, would you like to come over later today?

Me: Real slick hehe... Plz show me ur doodles of me they probably look so good bc you're good at art just like everything else somehow

After a while, Azul replied.

Zuzuuu <3: I don't know what you're referring to. Regardless, would you like to come over?

As much as you wanted to press, you decided not to. Too much pressing would just make Azul clam up more. You'd just have to get him in person, where it'd be harder for him to run away when you showed him the screenshot.

Me: Sureee! Heading over right now

And so, you set out for Octavinelle, evidence in hand. You were going to make him admit he sent that text.

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By the time you got to Azul's room, you had everything planned out. He wasn't usually so candid with you, and he was clearly ashamed of it when he was. You were going to figure out why.

You knocked on the door, and Azul opened it, letting you in.

"Come in," he said, tone even more formal than usual, by some miracle.

"Thanks," you said, taking a seat.

"So, about that text-"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Azul said, quick to cut you off.

"So quick to interrupt, Azul!" You said with a mock-pout, before grinning as you pulled up the screenshot on your phone. "But I think you do."

First, Azul's mouth hung open in shock. Then, his whole face turned red, lip quivering as a high-pitched whine left his mouth. Then, he moved to snatch the phone from your hands.

You narrowly dodged, and you couldn't resist sticking out your tongue at him.

"Too slow!" You laughed as he tried to grab the phone from you again, only to fail even more without the element of surprise on his side, because for all of Azul's many strengths, speed wasn't one of them.

"Delete that at once!" He shrieked, voice cracking in the middle.

He kept trying to grab it for a while, before finally giving up.

"Fine, fine," he grumbled, pouting like a kid. Cute. "You win. Are you satisfied now?"

"Very," you said, "because I get to see you. Your actual thoughts. Not just the ultra-filtered version."

Azul scoffed at that, seemingly in disbelief, though you saw the way he stifled a smile.

"Don't flatter me," he said. "My 'true thoughts' are not something you'd want to see in the slightest. Merely a more pathetic, messy version of what I already tell you."

"And that's precisely why I want to hear it," she said. "You sound so perfect all the time that I wonder whether you're really being honest with me, you know. It's just so refreshing to see you be gushy and candid about things. And pretty cute."

"How odd," he said, before turning to you with a face more genuine. "Thank you. For what little it's worth, I'll try to be a tad more honest with you. I can't promise anything, though."

You smiled.

"That's all I ask."

And really, truly, that was enough.

Bonus:

"So, how'd you learn so much internet lingo? Never took you for that kinda guy."

"I'm in the board games club with Idia Shroud. What did you expect?"

#azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #azul x you #azul Ashengrotto x you #hurt/comfort #twst x reader #aaah i love the mafia octoboy sm <3

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randoimago · 3 months ago

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Oh yeah I forgot to tell ya that I bought Yakuza 0 earlier this year! 😊 Really enjoying it so far! Might even get the other Yakuza games 👀

To celebrate, may I please request headcanons for Kiryu and Majima finding out about their girlfriend (who’s a fashion designer and model) creating a beautiful suit for them?

Fandom: Yakuza

Character(s): Kiryu, Majima

Note(s): Oh boy are you in for a time with that series (it's such a fun and emotional time tho). I'll do my best to not spoil stuff in here for you!!

Also it's been so long since I've written for Yakuza 0 Majima so hopefully I write him decently 😣

Kiryu

He's very touched when he learns you made him a suit, but he's also a bit confused. Is the suit he's wearing bad? He knows Nishiki gives him shit about his fashion taste, but does it upset you too?

Kiryu will wear the suit you made him, but only on special occasions. He gets in so many fights, the last thing he'd want is to get bloodstains on something you made him.

He'd be the type to overthink things too. You made him a suit so now he has to do something for you. Contemplates creating you your own pocket circuit car - which Nishiki is quick to call him an idiot and help him get flowers and expensive sweets instead.

Majima

He is surprised when you do make him a new suit and he feels bad, but he tells you to keep it. Don't get him wrong, he appreciates the gesture, but no way in hell is he wearing something you created with how his current circumstances are.

Majima is pretty much living through his own hell right now and there's no way he's going to wear something you made because then it'll be another thing he's ruined.

He promises that he'll put it on when things get better, but for now, just keep it in the back of the closet or something. He'll thank you with some toy he won from a crane game or something.

#yakuza 0 x reader #majima x reader #kiryu x reader #yakuza x reader #goro majima x reader #kiryu kazuma x reader #kazuma kiryu x reader #sacredwarrior88

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nogenderbee · 4 months ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕... ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hello👋, I'd like to request since your requests are open, can you do WxS (separately) with reader who's too kind? Like they always kind to people and always help them, making them a bit of people pleasure. And because of that, sometimes people take advantages of them. despite they know people used them, they're not brave enough to speak up and decline those people

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hii!! Of course!!

Sorry it took me so long andddd I hope you like it! ^^

Also- this felt like being called out smhw ToT

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ untill Tsukasa notices the bad side... he's actually pretty charmed by how sweet you are to him!

✧ he always makes sure to give you the respect you deserve after doing him a favor, often even exaggerating... but it's just how he is

"THIS IS PERFECT!! My star, you're the greatest, most talented, purest soul to ever exist!!! I promise to return the favor you've given me with all my life!"

"It's just some cookies, Tsukasa..."

✧ but his words are definitely comforting are and never fail to make you feel a bit special~

✧ but his feelings towards your soft side changed quickly once he overhead how your "friends" were pushing you to do the piles of homework for them...

✧ he'll randomly run up to you and stop your conversation just to protect you and tell the people you're talking to what he thinks

"I mean... I guess I have time-"

"ABSOLUTELY NO!!!! What you're doing is anything but right! Just because 'you don't feel like doing it' doesn't mean you can blame it on someone!! Do it yourself and don't overwork my amazing partner!"

✧ I feel like your "friends" might more intimidated by how loud he is rather than what he's saying... but it'll definitely leave a stinge on their reputation based on the fact whole school must've heard how he yelled...

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @wholesaleboi @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 - come get your future star!

✧ Emu was a bit late with releasing that what you're doing is actually pushing yourself and not just being friendly and wanting to fill up your time...

✧ she always tries to stay optimistic, so maybe that's why?

✧ whenever you told her you promised a friend something, she'd immidietly awww

"Awww~ That's so sweet of you, Y/N! Oh! Can h come help too? Pretty pleass!!"

✧ she finally realizes you actually have a problem on one day when you took too much on your shoulder and babbled out all the list of tasks you had to do in one day...

✧ she was quick to notice you'll just tire yourself out and possibly even hurt yourself if you do it all...

"You can't do that! It's WAY too much! You can even pass out, Y/N!"

"It's fine, I can manage. It's not like I can back my words now anyway..."

"Then... give me 70%!!!"

✧ she insists on taking the bigger part since she's more energetic and will not stop bragging and begging untill you agree, so might as well give in early

✧ and she's truly a girl of her words~ She does all the work flawlessly and if you're doing your tasks slowly, she might even help with your part!

✧ she'll give you a disappointed face and words if you ever take too much and... how can you see her sad? Maybe it's her plan all along to keep you away from taking too much... Who knows this girl...

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @hayillaaaaaaa @miguelito-maruti-blog @ravenmoon903 - come get your smiley girl!

✧ Nene noticed your tendency to put others before yourself rather quickly... tho she didn't think too much about it

✧ that's untill she overheard your conversation with so called "friends"

✧ she stayed hidden and just waited for the conversation to end, not wanting to emberass herself for now

✧ after you're done, she'll approach you and complain a bit about what you did

"Why didn't you tell them to fuck off?"

"That'd be mean..."

"Yeah. So what? They're being mean by pushing you, you can be 'mean' by refusing too."

✧ in the end, she helps you with whatever you agreed on... she doesn't want you to overwork yourself so might as well keep you company

✧ she'll slowly push you and try to convince you there's nothing wrong with refusing to do something for your own good sometimes and that it doesn't make you a bad guy here

✧ she'll sometimes even test you with absurd questions...

"Hey, Y/N, can you stay awake whole night just to watch over me?"

"I mean... I guess...?"

"You failed the test."

✧ just... don't try agreeing on it unless you want to spend the next hour on a lecture onto how you should take better care of yourself

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bl4cktourmaline @ravenmoon903 - come get your shy gamer~

✧ Rui could easily see how you're being used... he used to have not so interesting opinion so he most definitely doesn't want you to live like that...

✧ he'll first start with talking to you and understanding your point of view as well as sharing his own opinion with you

"Darling... I'm sorry to tell you this but... I don't think they're your friends... they're just using you and your pure heart..."

"I mean... saying 'no' would be rude so-"

"So be rude. I don't want you to accidentally hurt yourself by pushing your health just to please other. And if you truly can't think of yourself... Think of me... I'm asking you to take care of yourself."

✧ he tries to be patient with it, knowing very well it can't be resolved over night...

✧ he's patient tho! He's willing to wait and help you for as long as you may need

✧ if he ever happens to overhear conversation that's goal is for you to do some work for the person you're talking to... he'll most likely step in

✧ he won't be mean tho... he knows it won't help and might make matters worse if anything... so he just makes an excuse

"Oh sorry... I'm already taking them out on a date today, so I'm afraid they're busy... Good luck with your homework!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 - come get your crazy inventor~

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ididntknowwhattocallthis · 8 months ago

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Ok I wanna talk about Ethari's clothing/design over all. His clothes and tattoos are different from every other Moonshadow elf we've seen, and he's one of the few that doesn't wear braids. Like:

The recurring elements are intricate patterning; over layers and under layers; multiple colors in the same garment (or at least same outfit); wraparound construction, color contrast between mediums, lights, and darks; and the dominant color is always the medium, never the lightest or darkest color (usually navy, true black is very rare outside of the assassins). Even arc 2 Rayla follows most of these rules and she's been away from her culture for two years!

But then we have Ethari:

He doesn't have an outer layer, he wears almost solid navy, none of those clothes are wraparound, he has no light color, there's not a lot of contrast, and his dark color is true black despite not being an assassin. He bends all the rules, though he only breaks one completely. He still has that patterning, but it's minimal compared to the others. He has plenty of accent colors, more than anyone else actually, but they show up on him far less. He does have light, medium, and dark colors, but his whole pallet is darker than everyone else's. The only rule he 100% breaks is the wraparound construction

A lot of this probably derives from the fact that he's a metalsmith:

For the most part his clothes quite are practical;

Black/navy hides coal dust/soot very well. It gets everywhere, on your pants and face especially, and is highly visible on just about every other color.

Forging is hot work & you do it next to a fire that needs to be at least 1000° celsius, I never wear more than one layer either.

those sleeves, while a bit looser than I'd be comfortable with, probably aren't going to get in the way. Plus I heard somewhere that they're spelled to repel heat (couldn't find if that's actually canon tho), so if that's true they're much better than my gloves.

The crop top isn't great but he's got that belt to stop most embers. Besides he's probably not the type to yelp every time one lands on him like I am.

if he pulls the scarf over his mouth & nose it'll help delay him getting lung cancer in the death trap of a smithy Wonderstorm designed for him (my problems with it are a post all on their own. I have nothing against the artists, its pretty, but by all rights he should be dead)

There might also be a cultural aspect to his clothing:

I think the navy blue, the arm bands, the boot decorations, and his belt & tabard could all be symbols that mean "I am a metalsmith" in Moonshadow culture. (Quick side note, he's not technically a blacksmith. historically blacksmith means specifically iron workers. If anything he's a whitesmith since he usually works with silver.) We see it with the assassins, why not metalsmiths too?

Plus if you take a look at his forge in the art book, there's a design carved on it that looks almost exactly like the one on his tabard. Elements of it also appear on other parts of his clothing:

I suspect that this is some sort of symbol for metal working or fire protection. If he's in a guild it could be their symbol, or it could just be a wider cultural symbol. Either way it has a meaning that relates to the forge specifically. I couldn't find it anywhere else in the room.

I just realized that I never even brought up the metal hems on his sleeves. Then again what is there to say? It's metal, he's a metalsmith. It's pretty, he likes pretty things.

But what about the rule he completely breaks?

As I said, every moonshadow garment has some sort of wrap-and-secure construction to it-- except Ethari's clothes. I seriously doubt this is a metalsmith thing. Basic garment construction isn't a sensible way to differentiate your group within one culture. I fully believe Ethari is doing this on purpose. But why? That why gets even bigger when you realize that no other moonshadow elves we've met have brown eyes or periwinkle blue tattoos.

Put a pin in all that, I need to explain my interpretation of Moonshadow culture for this to make sense.

"Moon Primal creatures can be private and secretive, and are keenly aware of the power of appearances." - from the official website

"Moonshadow Elves obey a rather rigid, honor-driven culture." - from the wiki

To me this paints a picture of a fairly collectivist culture. They place a heavy emphasis on community and duty, two things that are usually more peaceful/simpler when you have cohesion within the group. Cohesion creates less conflict, less conflict makes your community more peaceful and your duty to it easier to complete.

But they know that this cohesion is- to an extent- only an act, so each person has a sub community where they don't have to act. Your inner self is for family and friends close enough to be family. (I honestly think they might have some sort of ritual to formally adopt friends as family) To everyone else you're supposed to put up a front that makes you seem more like everyone else.

OK back to the pin

Even without his clothes, Ethari is already visually different from everyone else. No other Moonshadow elves we've seen have tattoos or eyes the same color as his. It's a subtle difference but it is noticeable, and in a culture so focused on appearances people would notice. Most people's instinct would be to try to hide or downplay it, to prop up that front as much as they can. Yet Ethari doesn't put up a front, not to the extent that most people seem to. He's even accentuating his differences by dressing in a different style than them- and he's respected.

In my comm class the other day we were talking about groups, and one of the things that came up was that cohesion fosters sameness and diversity fosters innovation. Ethari is an innovator, it's literally his job. He invents the wingalings in bloodmoon huntress, Runaan and Rayla's weapons, and probably a bunch more stuff we haven't seen. Maybe for all they value appearances and fitting in, moonshadow culture still recognizes that people like him are important and they aren't as effective when they have to fit in. They can't be too out there (remember, Ethari only bends the rules rather than breaking them) but as long as they stay within a certain radius of the norm they can gain a lot of respect. I think this is what Ethari has done. The fact that his family (Runaan, Tiadrin, Lain) are all pretty traditional probably helped a lot. They keep him from pushing too hard on the edge of the box and he keeps them flexible.

That they aren't there anymore has probably exacerbated the rift between him and the rest of the silvegrove caused by Rayla's ghosting and whatever news has reached them from the storm spire.

I am so excited to see him in S6. I thought about adding some speculation about what his new design might look like, but I honestly don't think he'll have changed that drastically aside from his hair. My biggest question is honestly whether or not he's still in The Silvergrove.

Bonus:

I bet that some of Ethari's relative weirdness rubbed off on Rayla. She didn't have many friends as a kid so, when she wasn't in school or with the assassins, it makes sense that hung out with Ethari a lot. Since he's less strict than Runaan she was probably only comfortable completely unmasking with him. He heard about all her crushes, fears, and insecurities that Runaan didn't. Which goes a long way to explaining why Ethari was the only one who could see she wouldn't be a good assassin; she was hiding those traits from everyone but him.

This also explains some of why he was so willing to believe that she ran away. Ethari saw all of her vulnerability, but he didn't see all of her strength. While she was out training and facing her fears with Runaan, Ethari was in the smithy and only heard about their exploits after the fact. Neither of them saw all of who Rayla is, but both of them thought they did and had to find out that they were wrong in just about the most heartbreaking way imaginable.

#this started as me going “how actually practical are Ethari's clothes?” while I was forging that touchmark stamp #and spiraled out of control from there #also we're ignoring Redfeather because a) she was ghosted b) I didn't remember she existed when I started this #ethari #tdp #the dragon prince #tdp ethari #tdp meta #character analysis #rayla #tdp rayla

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