#let’s pretend we didn’t see him and the rest of his family with varying textures of kinky textured curls

[cocoabubbelle]

“UGH THE PLOT OF ELEMENTAL IS LITERALLY AN ASIAN GIRL DATING A WHITE GUY—!”

The “white” guy:

Are you sure about that?

[lorei-writes]

Match-Up #31

Hi I’m Ana and I’m new at this, if it’s wrong don’t do it. Sorry for my poor english and and I forgot the pet peeves

Ah, hello, Ana @a6r6o6k! I hope you’ll have plenty fun in the fandom :D And don’t worry, it’ll be all good. The match-making shall begin! >:3

*5 positive qualities: 📍I think I’m intelligent (but I don’t really know) 📍 I’m curious: so I like to know the why of the things 📍Loyal: even if I like to see and have other options I always want to keep with the same people 📍I like to help, I’m studying psychology to understand people and help them: if I can help being a psychologist GREAT, if I need to do something else it’s also GREAT. 📍I’m adventurous if I have the security

To begin with, let’s consider intelligence and curiosity together. As per usual in such situations, I’d dare look more so towards the rather intellectual suitors who could match such characteristics - perhaps leaning a bit more towards the encouraging ones, the ones who simply challenge the people around them to think more.

Nobunaga (+2) Mitsuhide (+2) Mitsunari (+1) Masamune (+1) Shingen (+2) Sasuke (+2)

Now, loyalty! Hmm... The way you describe it... I suppose it could be understood either as a sign of investing in relationships, even despite some differences... Although I do think some could take it as choosing to stay in relationship at the expense of your ideals. Let’s see how those two approaches balance out.

Nobunaga (+1) Mitsuhide (-1) Hideyoshi (+1) Mitsunari (+1) Ieyasu (-1) Masamune (-1) Kenshin (+1) Shingen (+1)

Ah, helping others! Oh love, with psychology... I mean, hm, how do I put it? Please, do not become a therapist for all of our Ikemen, because gash, that’s a real threat with how sad most of them is ;-; But, that aside, I think most suitors would understand the drive to help others very well... Although some perhaps a tiny bit more than others.

Hideyoshi (+1) Ieyasu (+1) Kenshin (+1) Shingen (+1)

Adventurous, if provided with enough support? Ha, that brings some suitors to mind! (I picked those who are less likely to suddenly prank their partner with something potentially dangerous, even if just for laughs).

Mitsuhide (+1) Masamune (+1) Kenshin (+1)

*5 negative qualities: 📍Picky eater (I can’t eat thing with certain textures like snails, or things very bitter or acid) 📍I’m very pessimistic, sometimes realistic but more pessimistic: I don’t have depression, but there is history of depression in my family. 📍Easily distracted: I have ADD (Attentive Deficit Disorder), so I have the concentration time spam of a fish, even e with the things I like, if I have to use all my attention I can, but if not usually I doing 5 things at the same time. 📍I very disorganised: I think it comes with the ADD but I don’t know 📍I don’t have the knowledge of the social clues, so I’m very talkative sometimes and very silent other times.

Picky eater? Oh, there should be some suitors who could either understand that, or who could try to remedy that... Although the latter option may come with a bit of a rocky start, haha.

Mitsuhide (+1) Hideyoshi (+1) Mitsunari (+1) Masamune (+1)

Hmm... So you say you tend to lean more so towards pessimism? I suppose suitors who would amplify that could be a bad choice... But perhaps those that have more of a soothing, grounding aura?

Mitsuhide (+1) Hideyoshi (-1) Mitsunari (+1) Ieyasu (-1) Masamune (+1) Kenshin (-1)

To be honest, I can think of only one character that would be annoyed by deficits of attention. Same with lack of understanding of social situations and such (also, I can high-five you on that).

Ieyasu (-2)

As for being disorganized... I think it could prove troublesome when in relationship with some suitors who also share this characteristic.

Hideyoshi (+1) Mitsunari (-1)

1st Summary

Mitsuhide (+4) Shingen (+4) Nobunaga (+3) Hideyoshi (+3) Mitsunari (+3) Masamune (+3) Kenshin (+2) Sasuke (+2) Ieyasu (-3)

*5 likes: 📍Read: everything (fantasy, culture, history...). Knowledge is power. 📍I would like to travel to learn language to understand people 📍Sweet things: I love sweet things 📍Animals: I wanted to be a veterinarian but I couldn’t enter in the University 📍Listening and observe people

Points distributed for likes:

Nobunaga (+3) - he would agree with such views on knowledge, sweet things, travel Mitsuhide (+3) - views on knowledge, travel, observing people Mitsunari (+1) - reading Ieyasu (+2) - views on knowledge, animals (veterinary in particular) Masamune (+1) - travel Shingen (+3) - views on knowledge, sweets, observing people Sasuke (+3) - observing people, reading, travel

* 5 dislikes: 📍I have a big scar in the side of the chest, combined with a hunched back and two breast of different size it makes me uncomfortable, so my body. 📍Get my freedom limited 📍Have to stay still 📍Just do things because the people talk 📍I have fear to be alone, like not psychically, but emotionally

A break from match-up. Oh love, we all have our imperfections, and what you mentioned in the first point are perfectly human traits. Breasts generally are of a different size, and it can vary a lot - and which is bigger can even change depending on the point in time of your menstrual cycle. Scars tell stories of what we went through and what makes us ourselves. We all have some, smaller, bigger ones, but they are there... And, lastly, as a person who used to have very bad posture (somewhat hunched back and some more): you may want to look into whether it could potentially cause some complications later on. Of course, it may not be a concern, but you know. Caring about your body is very important.

So, with that, some extra points, specifically for suitors who know how to cheer on their lover and who cherish them openly.

Mitsuhide (+1) Masamune (+1) Shingen (+1)

Points distributed for dislikes:

Nobunaga (-2) - limited freedom, emotionally aloof at times Ieyasu (-1) - may give the aura that you have to do something, because he says so, or because somebody says so, some norm says so Masamune (-1) - emotionally aloof at times Kenshin (-2) - emotionally aloof at times, limited freedom Shingen (-1) - emotionally aloof at times

2nd Summary

Mitsuhide (+8) Shingen (+7) Nobunaga (+4) Mitsunari (+4) Masamune (+4) Hideyoshi (+3) Sasuke (+5) Ieyasu (-2)

Only characters with positive value by their names will be considered in the final stages of the match-up.

* Relationship dealbreakers: 📍I don’t think I have any relationship dealbreakers except the mentioned in the pet peeves(it would be my first relationship), but I would not like be cheated without a reason (you don’t trust me so you don’t tell me the plan, okay; you don’t tell me all the information to tease me, okay; you just lie to me to hurt me, not okay) 📍Okey, may be I have 1 or 2 dealbreakers: I don’t stand people that treats others like garbage just because (if the other did something okay, but just because no) 📍Being ignored 📍People that is very possessive physically and emotionally: I need to talk and touch my friends. 📍People that believe that just because I can’t do things: like “you’re a woman you can’t fight” or “you can’t show so much skin”... 📍People that assume things: I like to be asked. 📍People that touch me without permission: if is a bet or a game I can, but without permission I can’t.

Oh, so I should consider pet peeves as dealbreakers?

* Up to 3 pet peeves: dealbreakers v.2 📍Poor hygiene 📍Be cheated 📍Constant criticism

Nobunaga (+4) & Masamune (+4) - too touchy, may not ask for permission first, they do struggle with the idea of consent at first Hideyoshi (+3) - may initially assume some things

* 3 Wild Cards: 📍I’m very naive and believe what people say so... if someone says “I don’t like/love you” in the real life I would believe them. 📍I think that I’m like a cat: I want a home base to return but I want to have the freedom to explore my environment. I want to have someone to return but with freedom to leave 📍My type of love is Words of affirmation

Mitsuhide & Shingen (-1) - they may use this sort of naivety and say such things, although they’d most likely have a good reason for it (hence not cross out for meeting a dealbreaker)

*Most disliked characters: 📍Kennyo: I don’t like that he is trying to kill me. 📍Ranmaru: I see him like a little brother 📍Mitsunari: the same as Ranmaru 📍Motonari: sorry Motonari, you’re very hot but the chains and necklaces are out of fashion

Mitsunari (+4)

Final Results

Mitsuhide (+7) Shingen (+6) Sasuke (+5)

Mitsuhide

Confessed first: You, although he didn’t realise you truly did mean it and weren’t just playing a role.

Makes tea in the morning: Mitsuhide. Having learnt of your problems with focus, he decided to make sure you’d at least eat something in the morning too - it made him realise how he worried others, so to say.

Hogs blankets at night: There’s no hogging blankets involved. He always has a spare blanket on hand. Sometimes you wonder whether there’s an infinity of blankets hidden around... Although, quite honestly, he is just more likely to go in for a hug if you did steal one from him.

Is the little spoon: On most days, you.

Possible points for conflict: Given his line of work, it happens sometimes that he has to pretend, to say things he does not mean. At times he may forget of how literally you take his words as well.

Free time ideas: Strolling through the town, visiting the marketplace, playing with his pet fox (Chimaki), just resting in the gardens of his manor.

Favourite date spot: The quiet and cosy teashop in the town.

A secret you share: He adores how literal you can be, but sometimes... Sometimes it causes for you to overwork yourself, or get otherwise hurt. Whenever such things happen, he gently urges you to stay inside while he lies on your behalf.

His favourite thing about you: How open you are. He fell for you, which means everything that you are, but he is still amazed by the fact that you dare be so direct and trusting. In his mind, it is a sign of a strong heart.

His message to you: “What is it, little mouse?” ”You’re not convinced you deserve so much?” ”My, my... Then let me prove to you how gorgeous you are. After all, you’re the only one I dare want.”

[crewhonk]

Did You Miss Me

Warnings: Smut mostly. Language obviously, Dom!Poe, Poe knows how to fuckin please a woman can I get a hell yeah?

Summary: “OoOoOooOh smutty headcanon with my man Poe maybe where he gets back to the base on D’Qar after a dangerous mission and it’s just like super rough angsty smut feel free to interpret that however you want lol 😂😂”

AN: RIP the headcannon also rip making this a drabble. I’m a fucking monster. likes, reblogs and comments always make me write better, faster, and create more!

Words: 3,041

She was waiting in the hangar- she always was. Poe, her boyfriend of two years was coming home from an undercover mission, and while she knew he was doing it for the end of the war, it still pained her heart to watch her FlyBoys ship fly out, not knowing if she would ever see it again. 

She wrung her hands nervously, the tight leather gloves of her uniform squeaking quietly amongst the other awaiting family. Soon, the familiar shouts of runway workers started, and the roar of the damaged X-Wing fighters broke through the atmosphere of the planet. She counted them, making sure that not only her man was there (he was, leading the squadron as usual) but the rest of the team was safe. She knew Poe would blame himself endlessly if he wasn’t able to bring all the men home with him. 

She only counted one less than the number that had left, but it soon became clear when they landed that one of the men had lost their ship on Hoth, and had managed to squeeze himself in with Jessica, who had a marred wound on her cheek. 

She waited for Poe to open the roof of the ship, climb out and see that his squadron was all taken care of before his eyes even thought to land on you by the door. It had been a serious conversation one night a year ago that while they would die for each other in a heartbeat, Y/N and Poe knew that their number one top priority was the Rebellion. 

When his eyes landed on her, she was able to see the tension almost roll off his shoulders, down his spine, through his hips, and out his toes. A tired, but satisfied smile spread across his face, and soon his heavy feet found themselves walking towards her almost automatically. She let her face tear into a wide smile that belonged only to him and began to speed walk towards him. Once they had come close enough, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and buried his face in her neck, nuzzling through her hair and breathing in the fresh and homey scent of her shampoo he had brought back for her a month ago. 

She whimpered in his shoulder, fingers carding through his thick brown locks and making him almost purr in absolute delight. He didn’t smell as clean as she did- he was rather musky from the thick pod air he had to sit in, but it was still undeniably him. He smelt of the humidity of his home planet Yavin 4, and of the oil and gasoline used to power his Baby. 

“I missed you, Babygirl.” He whispered into the shell of her ear. He pressed himself closer to her, and she could feel the growing length of his member against her lower belly. She nipped the skin of his jaw and smiled innocently when a grumble rolled through his chest. 

“I can feel that, Fly Boy. I missed you too.” She murmured, beginning to sway back and forth in his arms, soothing both herself and him, but also making sure to press more friction into the sensitive place she felt on him. He grunted and pressed a fraction harder against her when she didn’t respond right away. The laugh she let out only fuelled his desire for her. 

“I missed you every night.” She whispers, scratching the skin on the back of his neck, pulling his hair and forcing his engine to start. 

“Every night?” His voice was that of a man who was almost broken, and it made her chest swell with pride. 

“Every,” She planted a kiss to the cleft of his chin. “Night.”

It seemed something snapped inside him at her words, and ignoring the few people who stopped to ask him how the mission went, dragged her by the hand and ran through the halls of the base until he reached his room. 

He opened the door with a passcode and a thumbprint while she allowed her hands to roam over his clothed chest, pulling buckles and unzipping zippers as she went. He cursed when she slipped a hand into his jacket and ran her fingertips over his nipple, scratching him lightly through his white tank top. 

Soon enough, he had the door sliding open, and he was no longer able to control himself. His usually dark eyes were black with lust and his actions were rushed and rough. He almost tore his suit in his haste to get it off, and he whipped his t-shirt over his head, stalking her and pressing her against the wall with his whole body. 

“How did you miss me?” He growled, biting don her neck and beginning to unzip her pants. He fumbled with the zipper, and as he pulled them down her strong legs, he followed them, showering her thighs, knees and calves with soft open mouthed kisses and tiny sharp bites. 

“I missed you wearing your shirt in bed.” She gasped as he lifted her leg over his shoulder and kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her hands once again found themselves curling into his hair and holding his head in place. 

“Darling. If you stop talking, I stop doing this.” His hot breath fanned across her thighs and lower tummy. She let out a quiet moan, and Poe was sure that he  had heard the back of her head thump against his wall. 

“I missed you mostly at night, honestly.” She gasped as he kissed her clit through her soft underwear. Her hands on his head shook with anticipation, and she made herself speak. She wanted him so badly, and he was (of course) not giving it to her easy (name of their porn?). 

“I missed you by touching myself before bed.” He pulled her underwear to the side, and his breath on her exposed core made her shiver harder. 

“Tell me.” He demanded. 

“I um— I would rub myself through my underwear first, and when I finally got myself um— going. I would take them off— fuck, Poe.” She found herself at a loss for words at his demands and actions. He rewarded her by licking a solid stripe up her core, and she jolted at the action. He hooked his tongue over her clit just as he finished the first lick, and she was already so wet his lips were shining in her slick. 

“Go on.”

“And then I would— oh shit — I would get my um.”

“Tell me, baby.” He said, pulling himself closer and circling his tongue under the hood of her clit. He rolled around it, and nipped it, making her hunch over his head slightly. 

“I’d get my cum and use it to make my clit wet and I’d rub it until I would almost cum all over my fingers.” She whimpered and she felt his fingers wander up and begin to mimic the words she was saying. He stuck one pointer finger into her, gathering her slick and using that to put pressure on her button.

“Like this?”

“Fuck yeah. Like that.”

“More.”

“And then I would use two fingers and start to finger myself. I’d pretend it was your fingers but my fingers aren’t as thick as yours so I’d have to add another— oh shit.” She cursed as his long and thick fingers buried themselves in her, pressing against the front of her wall and scissoring themselves. The actions would vary in lengths, but he would take turns using them to stretch her open for him. The noises coming from her cunt would have been embarrassing and gross if it weren’t for the fact that he was helping her make them and they were so fucking hot. 

“I would use my palm to rub myself and when I came, I’d say your name like a fuckin’ prayer, Poe.”

Unable to hold himself back, he added a third finger and pressed his tongue flat against her nub, circling and pressing and sucking until the thigh over her shoulder was shaking. She came soon after that, and he nipped her clit and sucked her dry as she rode out her orgasm while thrusting her hips towards his face softly. 

“Fuck Poe, please stop I can’t.” She pulled him up, forcing him to stop playing with her sensitive pussy. His scruff and lips were slick and in companionship with the look of utter desire in his eyes, she was already ready for him to take her again. He kissed her softly, their tongues playing together, and tasting each other for what could have been the billionth time. Never, however, did it get old by any means. 

She unzipped her top and shucked it off, throwing her undershirt somewhere in the room. His mouth immediately fell to her tits, sucking and leaving dark marks on the rise of her breast. While he teased one nipple with his teeth and tongue, he rolled the other in his rough hand— the rough texture making her once again breathless. 

“Get on the bed, My Love.” He muttered into her hair once she was properly marked up. He took a step back, admiring the work he had done. Tiny hickeys were clustered on the tops and inside of her thighs, and larger ones on her breast and neck. She had learned long ago to not cover up in front of him— he loved her for the way her mind worked, and frankly, he found her curves and lines and scars and birthmarks utterly beautiful. 

“Can I at least welcome you home properly?” She hummed and stepped forward to grip his painfully hard length through his cargo shorts, making him grunt and smile down at her. 

“We have all the time in the world for that, Baby Girl. Get on the fucking bed.” While his voice was gentle, there was an underlying hardness that had her obeying. She crawled onto his queen-sized bed, over the duvet and planted herself on her elbows and knees, presenting and waiting for him. There was a groan of appreciation from somewhere behind her, and she knew by the way he was breathing that he had shed his pilot suit and was now stroking his hard cock while looking at he soaked folds and glistening thighs. 

He crawled up the bed, taking his time in crawling towards her and soaking up the sight of her just so fucking ready for him. He kissed the swell of her ass, smacking the other cheek hard enough leave a red handprint and after kissed that mark as well. He kissed the bottom of her spine while rubbing his hands up and down her sides, making her squirm and move back in an attempt to make him move just a little faster. He ignored her movements and continued leaving open-mouthed kisses over her shoulder blades and the back of her neck, fully pressing his length against the crack of her ass and rubbing himself on her. 

“Poe, please Baby, please.” Her voice shook with lust, and he only moved all of her hair to fall over one shoulder so he could have access to her neck, jaw, ear, and cheek. 

“I’m here Darling,” He said, moving one hand to line himself up with her entrance. “I’m right here.” He said, finally entering her and bottoming out within the second. The soft skin of his balls hugged her swollen clit, and he was so full inside of her she already felt on the precipice of an orgasm. 

He began thrusting slowly at first, allowing their bodies to become acquainted after such a long time. It wasn’t even that it was a long time at all, but the two were so insatiable when it came to their relationship it was rare they went a day without several orgasms shared between the both of them. Jessica and the rest of the squadron always joked about how they had never moved from the Honeymoon Phase, but both of them couldn’t care less. They loved each other more than almost anything in the world and it showed. 

“Fuck,” He cursed, pressing himself tightly against her. She was fully supporting him, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and using that leverage to thrust oh, so deliciously into her. 

“Oh, Poe.” She sighed, allowing him to use one hand to apply light pressure to her throat. He was shuddering on top of her, and the adrenaline from the mission only spurred him to thrust harder and faster into her. 

“Darling, I missed you so fucking much. I missed your tight fucking pussy around me.” He grunted before biting down on the flesh of her shoulder hard enough to almost break the skin. Both knew it would leave a bruise, but the pain and pleasure it gave her made her flutter around him in a way that had his balls almost painfully tight. 

He leaned up and pushed her torso fully into the bed, pinning her down by the back of her neck, and fully losing himself in the moment. The pressure of him pressing against her g-spot combined with the pressure of him absolutely fucking her into the mattress made her let out keening whines that went straight to Poe’s swollen cock. 

“I’m not going to last, Angel are you close?” He grunted, sweat dripping down his nose and launching on the small of her back. At her loud and almost pornographic moan, he took it as a hint and flipped her on her back before throwing her legs over his shoulders and pounding himself into her. He used one hand to grip the headboard and one hand to violently rub her clit, bringing her to see fucking stars as she closed her eyes. She raised her hands over her head to fully expose herself to him and also to keep her head from hitting the headboard as it knocked against the wall with each powerful thrust. 

“Open your eyes, baby. I wanna see you cum for me.” Her eyes were foggy, and they wouldn’t focus as he brought her impossibly close to her orgasm. He let out loud grunts every time his pelvic bone rubbed her clit, and just as the fluttering of her walls clenched around him, he leaned down and sunk his teeth into the flesh of her neck. 

“Oh, Gods Poe!” She yelped, breathing hard and keening as she came hard around him. He wasn’t there, quite yet, but just as she reached around and dug her nails in his ass to guide him into her wet core he found himself cumming hard, his seed coating her inner walls and triggering another small orgasm from her that milked him absolutely dry. 

She unhooked her legs from his strong shoulders and pulled him to her. He rested his head between the swell of each bruised breast and continued to shallowly thrust into her. He stopped moving soon, and he found it impossibly hard to pull out of her as she carded her nails soothingly through his hair. So, he didn’t pull out of her but instead enjoyed the way their bodies molded against each other in a perfect way. 

When a quarter of an hour passed, she finally rolled him over and slipped off of him, both groaning at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Where you goin’, Babydoll?” He muttered, completely and utterly fucked out. She hummed as she grabbed the shirt she had worn to bed last night from the bottom of the bed and slipped it on. He loved the way that no matter how her body changed in shape, the size of his shirts always made her look very small. 

“I need to pee.” She said quietly as she padded into the bathroom and took care of herself. It took her a few minutes to clean herself up, and she came back with a warm washcloth to clean his half hard cock and stomach from their combined juices. When she didn’t begin talking, he sat up and took the cloth from her. He wiped his face with the clean side and threw it into the hamper before pulling her chin up so she would look into his eyes. 

“What’s wrong, my love? Did I hurt you?” His actions grew fearful as they checked her body. Her eyes were misty and she was shaking her head.

“No, Poe. You were amazing. You’re always so fucking amazing and I never wanna lose you.” She whimpered, leaning into his palm as he rested it on the side of her face. He wiped her tears with his thumb and she kissed his palm. 

“You’re never going to lose me, Love.”

“But I could lose you! You’re one of the highest ranking members of the resistance and that puts a target on your back.” She let out a sob when she said this, and without another second, he pulled her into his arms and leans against the headboard while tracing his fingers along the curve of her spine slowly. 

“I love you with my whole heart, Y/N.” He said seriously. She looked up at him and sees the gentle love in his eyes and sighs against him. She kissed his collarbone, and then the place overs heart where he had tattooed her rebellion enrolment number. 

“I know.” She murmured against his skin. There was a lull in their conversation, and it was broken by her giggle that was still heavy with sadness. 

“That was some pretty bomb sex, though.” Her words are met with his booming laughter and the tight embrace he had saved just for her and BB-8. 

“Yeah. Yeah, it was.”