#maybe a short fling while they both worked together

[oddlittlestories]

Do we ship Kutner with anyone besides Cole?

[fairlyang]

mystery girl 🕷️

w/c: 2.2K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. pure filth, desperate to be fucked, amazing friend shows you the way, male glory hole, choosing the thick one, age gap (20’s & 30’s), sucking dick, save a horse ride a cowboy (kinda)

a/n: bro it’s been a month since I had this idea but I was so preoccupied with the other 183749272 of my wips she was left behind🥲 but alas the reverse rookie finally (i was gonna write abt clothes but it flew past me- I was imagining a dress!)

part 1.2 — part 1.3

you were growing tired of the endless swiping on tinder and absolute douchebags you stumbled across, all that just to find someone for a small fling was way too much

at that point you’d have better luck finding someone at a bar but you also weren’t in the mood to converse with someone, especially whilst ovulating when you just needed to pounce on someone, no questions asked

so when complaining to your friends about your hungry need but lack of sex, they told you to go to a nearby sex toy store because they had gloryholes in the back. you were so stunned to even say anything because you couldn’t believe something like that even existed, let alone so close to you

one of them even offered to go with you that same night because you were already squeezing your thighs together in desperation and so you wouldn’t feel so nervous. you said yes of course and that was when she told you they also had an adult theater and you nearly fell off the couch

after a short drive of five minutes tops, you had arrived and you thought maybe you’d look around or something but nope your friend just grabbed your hand and went straight to the back. she waved at the cashier and gave him a smile, “hey al, is it busy tonight?”

al shrugged then nodded and she gave him a thumbs up before dragging you past the door and taking a right turn. “he doesn’t look like he’s meant to work here of all places.” you joke and she laughs

the man had two long braids, a tie dye shirt and what looked to be camo shorts with sandals. just absolutely random but she waved you off

“al’s cool, this is his part time-“ she utters, making you snicker

“fucked him too huh?” you tease making her roll her eyes

“and what about it?” she says playfully earning herself an eye roll

she led you the whole way through now taking a left and entering the first door, loud moans immediately being heard

“these over here are straight men and the others are gay men.” she explains and points to each section

you both walk over to the left side to where the straight guys would be and it was better quality than expected

instead of it being literal holes on walls it had a fancier getup, the men’s torsos were sticking out of a hole while laying down on some sort of table and their upper half was hidden behind black fabric. they all had pictures above their hole with a picture of their faces and their ages

“this is insane.” you mutter and she excitedly nods

“go have your pick! and don’t be afraid to be picky, choose what you need girl.” she says making you roll your eyes

she says that when there’s only two available guys anyway. There were three other guys with girls on top of them, riding away and letting out the craziest of moans

so you walk directly to the first available guy and look at his picture. a cute white guy, looked mature, thirty three years old and his name was Peter

he must’ve sensed your presence because his cock twitched. he was very long but not so thick

you preferred the girth so you went on to the one next to him and your eyes nearly fell out of their sockets

this one was fucking long and thick. so fucking thick you thought it’d be impossible to fit inside you

but anything was possible

so you looked at his picture and were pleasantly surprised to find a latino, not only that but a fine one. he was thirty four years old and his name was Miguel

how the hell both of these man were in here is beyond you but you’re so feeling so fucking lucky because Miguel’s cock was exactly what you’ve been needing

you just want to be filled to the absolute brim, feel a cock stretch you out as if it were the first time

so you climbed onto the table and Miguel’s cock also twitched out of excitement. meanwhile your friend jumped on top of Peter and was already positioning his cock to her entrance

crazy girl

you were wet but you felt like you had to be fucking drenched to be able to take him all so you scoot down his body and taking a hold of his cock. you kitten licked the tip causing for precum to leak immediately, poor guy must’ve been waiting a while..

you decide to not waste anymore time, for both your sakes and spit on it, letting it dribble down his length before stroking him with both hands. you were nearly drooling just looking at it but you couldn’t really be blamed

miguel was already moaning mainly because the girls were looking past him because he was just too thick and they couldn’t handle it. so he had to give props to his mystery girl that was hopefully going to give him a proper shot

he was already cheered up just by you knowing what you were doing. if this was all he was gonna get he’d be content with it

but you didn’t come here to please a man, that’s never top priority, top priority is taking care of yourself. though hearing his moans were just slightly changing your mind on that, you were already starting to drip through your panties

maybe it was the fact that you were only stroking him and he was moaning for you just from that, or maybe because he was a hot older man and you never had the confidence to go for men like him

definitely the latter

you figured it was enough teasing and started to take him in your mouth, or at least tried to because it was much more than you were expecting

for now you were able to take a little bit past his tip, which wasn’t too bad considering you hadn’t sucked a dick this thick and his groans weren’t exactly saying you’re doing a bad job so you continued

you started to stroke him as you tried to take more of him then pull back and going back for more. this only had him trying his hardest to not push his hips up

you bobbed your head back and forth, now able to take half of it which was for sure an accomplishment. you only prayed your pussy could do the same

he continued with his melody of grunts and groans, then some praises came along

“fuck just like that baby.”

“taking this cock so well.”

“such a good fucking girl.”

as soon as the first praise left his lips you started going faster, hearing the other two only left you moaning against him

he groaned and subconsciously lifted his hips up making you take nearly all of it

you closed your eyes and started to go lower, stroking the last bit that you couldn’t fit

you swirled your tongue against his underside as you bopped your head up and down faster resulting in him moaning even louder

at this point you were absolutely drenched and you could feel him twitch in your mouth so you fully pulled away

he thought that was it so he was preparing himself for the worst while you sat up and climbed on top of his lap, hovering over his dick as you pulled your dress up and slid your panties to the side

you lowered yourself down, grabbing his dick, and positioning it to your entrance

first you swirled the tip against your folds, just so your wetness can act as lube because you’ll need it

you then decided to grind against the entire length and it felt so amazing

you moaned and shivered as he brought a hand out just to put it on your hip, lightly squeezing the skin

finally it was time and you prayed for the best

you straightened his cock and positioned it to your entrance again, except this time you slowly were moving down. his tip alone was a painful stretch so you just stayed there biting your lip until the pain went away

it took a few more minutes before you moved down the tiniest bit. he was so much thicker than you antipciated. you thought your toys would’ve prepared you but they were to no luck helpful

you took a deep breath then let it out before going down a little more, probably not even at the half way point yet

it was starting to feel better so you brought yourself up then went down to where you could take it. you sighed after doing it again, now feeling a mix of pain and pleasure but mostly ignoring the pain

you took a good two inches when you finally felt comfortable so you went even lower, finally hitting the hallway point. “you’re doing so good baby.” he murmured, fighting back the urge to cum right then and there

you clenched against him making you both moan which was a good sign

you decided enough was enough and slammed down, whimpers escaping your lips as Miguel moaned in bliss

his hand rubbed your thigh softly as you slowly come up then slam down again. “Fuck-!“

it was now fully pleasure and you could feel him fill you entirely. his cock felt perfect inside you and you should’ve complained about your sex life sooner

you lower your body down, arching your back as you move your ass up and down. you closed your eyes and moaned every time you went all the way down

his tip was nearly grazing your sweet spot and if you went any faster both of you would be goners

but for now you took your time. it was so sensual as well as hot. Miguel had his arms behind his head just wishing he could see you. he also wanted to kiss you as he pounded into you so he could feel you moan in his mouth but it was a glory hole for a reason

you finally started moving a bit faster now, your ass smacking against his thighs each time you came down. the sounds were driving him insane

you sounded so wet and your voice was so angelic. every noise you made had him wanting to hear more of you

so he did the logical thing to be able to do that and thrusted his hips against you, taking you by surprise. he wanted to be selfish, he’s been dying to cum and you’re the first girl who dared to try his cock out today so he started to thrust his hips upwards.

he was now pounding into you as you held your position because there was no point in moving now. he groaned as he started going faster and harder, you just felt so fucking good he couldn’t help himself

he needed to have all of you so bad

he was going at such a brutal pace you thought he was going to fully come out of the hole just to fuck you properly but he didn’t

instead he took his other hand out, stopping for a solid second just to bring your ass down and wrapping his arms around you. he held on tightly and before you could object, he went back to pounding into you, no point in waiting so he went at the exact same pace again

you moaned out as he fucked you harder, the sounds from your corner being the loudest out of the whole room but you didn’t care. the sexiest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on was fucking you as if you were his to take and you weren’t going to stop him

you’ve been so desperate for a hookup like this you should’ve known to look for the older men over guys your age. of fucking course a thirty year old was gonna know what to do over someone in their twenties

you were already thinking far ahead to think any time you’re horny to just drop by since it was so close and just let him fuck you however he wants in the adult theater

but the current moment was perfect too

he was mumbling dirty nothings as he mercilessly pounded into you, feeling that familiar feeling in his abdomen already. it wasn’t his fault you had such a tight pussy that must’ve been made just for him. like a missing puzzle piece

he was a groaning mess and you could just tell that you were creaming on his dick because of how wet it sounded. “fuck please don’t stop-“

his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his grip on you loosened. he changed to now doing deeper thrusts which was a perfect switch because he was hitting your g spot with every thrust and you were feeling so close to your orgasm

you tightened around him which only made him go even faster as you both moaned for one another. that did it for him and he came inside you. you whimpered and brought your body back up just for your orgasm to hit you hard and lift your hips up as he filled you completely

your heart was racing, your body was shaking, and you just closed your eyes to calm yourself down while still having him inside you

he pumped you full and you couldn’t even be bothered to complain or fight him on it. it’s what you fucking craved and deserved so maybe you gotta thank him instead

next part

[sixpennydame]

Make. Believe. ❖ Act 2

Actor!Levi x Fem!Reader

Levi has always kept his professional and private life separate…until you came along.

Warnings/Content: NSFW, Minors do not interact, vaginal sex, creampie, angst, mentions of AoT final season episodes

A/N: You know it wouldn't be me if I didn't add a little angst in there. ;-). This story will have a final, third part.

Act 1 | Act 3

“Levi! Levi! You’re needed in hair and makeup in 5 minutes.” His assistant knocked on the locked door of his trailer.

“Yeah…yeah..I’ll be right there. We’re just working on a script analysis.”

Levi currently has you hoisted up against the small kitchen counter, his pants down around his ankles as he’s pounding into you. You’re both sweaty and disheveled, and definitely not doing script analysis of any kind. 

“Don’t go, not yet..” you purr into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe. 

“God, I wish I didn’t have to.” He grabs the sides of your waist and starts thrusting even harder, his breathing becoming short and erratic. His climax comes intensely, even with a quickie like this. It’s just how his body reacts with you, he can’t explain it.

He lays his head on your shoulder. “You vixen, see what you do to me?” He looks down at his watch. “Shit, I’m gonna be late. Aaliyah is gonna kill me.”

He pulls on his pants, runs his hands through his hair, and gives you a quick kiss. “I’ll see you on set later.”

A sigh escapes his mouth as he leaves his trailer. What the hell is going on with him?

Levi had always prided himself on being a professional. He took his job seriously and others respected him for it.

He was sad that Attack on Titan was coming to a close; he’d met some of his dearest friends through the show and it allowed him to make a true living from acting. On the other hand, it had catapulted him into a spotlight he never truly wanted. The paparazzi, the tabloids, the constant prying into his personal life - it drove him mad sometimes.

The press was always trying to pair him with his female co-stars. If he was seen having dinner or even a coffee with any of them, suddenly they were a couple and the rumors would fly. Sure, he’d had some flings here and there, but nothing serious, and certainly nothing he wanted the public to know about.

Between filming Attack on Titan and his various other film projects throughout the year, Levi barely had time for romance or a relationship anyway.

And then he met you.

His first impression of you was that you were cute. But there was no shortage of pretty faces in this industry, and he wondered if you were just another one of those young actresses chosen more for their looks than skill.You fit the physicality and persona of the character of Anna well: you had a timeless, classic look about you that fit perfectly with the 1920’s time period and bright, beautiful eyes. In fact, it was your eyes that he first noticed, because he could see every emotion you were feeling through them. As time went on he’d get to know you better, and would learn how to read your emotions through your eyes. You were like an open book.

Any concern about your skill was quickly dismissed the first time he rehearsed with you. You were serious and hard-working, and you had done your homework on your character. Initially he’d offered to spend time with you because he wanted you to feel comfortable with him, but as the days passed he found that he just ‘clicked’ with you.

He’s not sure when he began to desire more. Maybe it was that first intimate scene when you threw him off guard by taking his fingers in your mouth. More than likely, it was in the quiet moments you two shared together - reading lines to each other, the way you would bite your bottom lip when you were concentrating. Or when you’d rehearse blocking, feeling your warm body against his, weaving your fingers together as your characters held hands.

When he felt himself get hard while shooting the sex scene, Levi knew he was in deep. It was the first time that he’d just allowed himself to lose control, for a brief moment. But seeing you there, your beautiful body displayed before him, your eyes wild and yearning, he couldn’t help himself. Even rubbing against you like that felt like a dream; and then you moaned his name in his ear…

God, he’d loved that. He’s not sure how he was even able to stay in character. Maybe he hadn’t. It was all starting to get mixed up.

——

Levi leaves his trailer to find Aaliyah, his assistant, waiting for him with her arms crossed and a to-go cup of tea in hand.

“Seriously, Levi?” she huffs, handing him his tea. “A locked door again?”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. We just…needed privacy for the blocking.”

“I thought it was script analysis?” Her eyebrow raises.

They stop walking and stand in front of the makeup trailer. “Right..script analysis AND blocking. Thanks for the tea - is this English Breakfast?” He sips the drink, attempting to change the subject.

“Levi, it’s been four weeks of locked-door-script-analysis-blocking-whatever…I know what’s going on between you too.”

Aaliyah moves closer. “And it’s fine. You’re both adults, do whatever you want. But don’t get too distracted.” She puts a hand on his shoulder. “And people are starting to talk. I know you hate that.”

It’s true, the last four weeks he had been distracted. He just couldn’t get enough of you; or rather, you couldn’t get enough of each other. He loved kissing you, holding you, being between your legs. But he also just loved being with you: your loud laugh, your ability to make everything a dumb song, your kind and caring nature. Everything about you was just magic to him.

And he should have known people would start talking: the chemistry was undeniable between you two. The following week included shooting scenes of the two characters being hopelessly in love. There were montage shots of the both of you lying naked in a field, him brushing over your hip bones with flowers; next, it was swimming in the creek, your wet summer clothes clinging to your body as he teased you to jump from the rock; another yet was the two of you reading by firelight in his cabin, your legs propped on his lap as you both laughed at the story. Watching the two of you act together was like watching something intimate and special; even crew members that didn’t work that day would come and observe.

At the end of the day, one of you would end up in the other’s room, opting to be with each other rather than go out with any other cast and crew members. People probably were talking, but for the first time in a long time, Levi wasn’t thinking about what others thought - he was just doing what felt good and right in the moment. For a seasoned actor such as Levi, it was reckless and selfish…

…and very likely driving his assistant Aaliyah crazy.

“If this gets out, the rumors may overshadow the publicity events we have set up for Attack on Titan next week. Just..be cautious,” she warns with a concerned look on her face.

——

The following week, the film’s final, pivotal scenes were scheduled to be shot. Since these concentrated mainly on Anna and her husband, Levi had some free time that his publicist decided to fill with some promotions for Attack on Titan’s final season. Filming wrapped for the last episode months ago, but he and a few others were also called in for some last minute voice over work. Interviews, talk shows, and social media events were the least favorite part of the job for him, but he happily obliged to be able to see some of his closest friends again.

As he boarded the plane he thought about you, like he often did these days. Maybe he could bring you to some of the AoT premiers and introduce you to Erwin, Hange, and the others. It surprised him: he was planning a future with you after filming. He’d never done that with anyone before and it honestly scared him a little.

When Levi arrives at the studio where AoT is filmed and edited, he instantly feels like he’s at home. So many memories shared with such amazing actors. Only a few minutes pass before he sees a familiar face.

“Oh shit.”

“Levi fucking Ackerman.” Zeke steps out of the sound booth. “Look at you, still have a tea in your hand and a scowl on your face. I think you’re becoming more like your character every time I see you.”

“Well I drank it so much on set it just became a habit. But hating you might be the other thing I grew accustomed to.”

They both stare at each other intensely then break out into laughter. Levi reaches out to shake his hand. “Damn, I’ve missed sparring with you. How’ve you been?”

“Good, man. Can’t complain. You?”

“Not bad, not bad. Good to be back in the studio with you all. I’ve missed this.”

“But you missed me most of all, right?” Zeke puts an arm around Levi.

“I never get a chance to miss you, Zeke. They always put us in interviews together.” Levi laughs. “Did you see we’re doing the Vanity Fair one next month?”

Zeke nods as he walks down the hallway with Levi. “Yep. And then we have the WIRED one in a few weeks where we read the google searches about us. I wonder how many of mine will be monkey related.”

“I had to do one of those Tik Tok Challenges with the kids yesterday. God, I shouldn’t call them kids anymore, they’re all in their 20’s now. Anyway, it made me feel incredibly old.”

“Speaking of being old…” Zeke's eyes shine with mischief, “what’s a grandpa like you doing with that new, young co-star? Please tell me she’s single.”

“She wouldn’t be interested in you. She’s definitely not your type.” Levi found himself getting defensive. “And I’m not that old.”

And Zeke saw it immediately. “Ah, fuck. You’re into her.”

“Oh come on…” Levi tries to blow it off with a wave of his hand.

“No no - I’ve worked with you long enough to know that look. But good for you, man.” Zeke pats him on the back. “Press is gonna have a field day with it, though. I can speak from experience. And then there’s the constant juggling of schedules, trying to find time to see each other. You’re in your prime and she’s just starting out - who knows when you’ll ever have time for one another, especially with the schedule we’re about to have. It can strain a relationship.”

Levi’s schedule was packed the rest of the day with recording and media events, but Zeke’s words had planted a seed of doubt in his heart, and it had him troubled. He was right, dating another actor is difficult, especially if they’re both steadily working. Was getting in a relationship the best thing right now, even if it felt so right? Were you both rushing into something neither of you were prepared for?

____

Levi returned to set later that week, his mind a jumbled mess of thoughts and worries. It was late, but he’d texted you to say he was on his way so you were more than likely waiting up for him.

When he arrives to your room, you practically jump into his arms. “I missed you.”

“It was only a week,” He chuckles, then squeezes you a little tighter. “I missed you too.”

You grab his hand and lead him out of the foyer. There were candles lit and a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table.

“What’s all this?” he asks.

“I have big news.” Your face is beaming and you grab both his hands. “Remember that series I auditioned for before we started filming?” She pauses, building up the tension. “Well…I got it. I got the part!”

This was big. It was a huge HBO series that was already being talked about before casting had even started. Actors from all over were competing for roles, so the fact you got a part just solidified for Levi what he already knew:

Your star was rising.

“That’s amazing! I’m so, so proud of you. You deserve it.” He hugs you tightly.

You pour the wine and give Levi a glass. “I just can’t even believe it. First this role, and now the series? It’s happening all so fast.” You clink glasses with him and take a sip. “I’ll have like two weeks at home and then I fly out to London for costume fittings.”

Levi can feel the excitement radiating off you. “When does filming start?”

“In two months. It’s being filmed in Iceland, so I’ll be spending the rest of the year there, from the looks of it.”

His heart sank. He knows how the industry works, and he wasn’t naive enough to think that they could be together forever. He just wasn’t ready for this all to end yet.

“But I have some breaks in between, I think.” You’ve already got your phone out and are looking through your calendar and appointments. “You’ll probably be doing a lot of publicity for the final part of AoT, so maybe we can try to coordinate our breaks to be together?”

“Yeah, I’ll leave for Japan after we wrap here for the start of the publicity tour, then Europe and the U.S. once the final episode comes out. It’s gonna be difficult.” There’s a worried look in your eyes so he cups your cheek. “We can talk about it later. Right now, we have some celebrating to do!” He takes a drink of the wine and gives you a reassuring smile.

That night, he makes love to you softly and lovingly, kissing down your chest, your hips, your thighs. He wants to take in every part of you, treasure every moan and sigh. While you sleep in his arms, he runs his fingers through your hair. He wishes they could stay in this room forever, that the filming for this movie would never end. But the real world - and their careers - are waiting, and it’s not slowing down, for either of you.

It’s selfish of him to want you for himself. He knows that this film will bring a lot of attention for you and that will bring more and more jobs. To ask you to be with him, to make time for him, it isn’t fair to you.

Plus, he’s quite a bit older than you are. He can already hear the tabloids having a field day with that one. They would probably blame your rising celebrity on being with him. You don’t need that kind of negative attention.

He feels a heaviness in the pit of his stomach, fearing what is inevitable.

____

The final scene of the film is shot deep in the mountains, where Levi’s character has moved. In the script, he’s left the estate in order to escape his feelings for Anna, but in the end, she leaves her husband and seeks her lover, choosing to be with him.

It’s a beautiful moment. The sun is just rising over the mountains as you walk towards the cabin. Levi turns around and sees you, but neither of you say anything. The wind whips your hair across your face as you approach him, and he pushes it back, cupping your cheek and bringing you in for a kiss. All the crew watches in silence.

“And cut! That was perfect, you two.” The Director gets up to face the crew. “And that’s a wrap, everyone!”

There’s applause, then the crew starts taking apart equipment and loading it into trucks. You look at Levi and smile. “I guess that’s it then.”

Crew members start coming by to congratulate you both and to spread information about the wrap party later that night. Levi wants to get you alone, to talk with you privately, but you’ve already been whisked off by your assistant.

You ride together back to town in the same car, but since you’re not alone, Levi decides to text you:

Can we talk when we get back to the hotel?

Sure. <3, was your reply.

____

Levi’s palms are sweaty and his heart races as he waits for you in his room. When you knock, he opens the door to see your beautiful, smiling face. He can feel his heart breaking already.

“Sit down. We need to talk.”

“Ok,” you sit down next to him and he takes your hand, “what’s up?”

He knows he has to just say it, even though it’s hard. There’s no way to ease into it. “Now that filming has wrapped, I’m thinking we should cool things off.”

She pulls her hand away. “What do you mean, cool things off?”

“We had fun together, but once this is over we’ll be in two totally different parts of the world. It’ll be that way for a while.” He looks down. “You don’t need to worry about seeing me or being in a relationship.”

That makes her scowl at him. “Don’t put this on me, Levi. Because that is not what I want. I want to be with you,” she pauses, searching his face, “I thought you wanted that too.”

“I-“ he thinks carefully about what he should say next. “It’s not realistic.”

He looks into your eyes - those beautiful eyes he’s learned to read so well - and knows he’s hurt you deeply.

He cups your cheek. “You are such a talented actress. Working with you, getting to know you, has been the greatest experience the last few months. But you are about to do big things. You need to focus on your career, and I don’t want to get in the way of that.”

“So this was just a fling for you? Something to pass the time?”

“Of course not.” Levi’s stomach is in knots. “I haven’t felt this way about someone since…God, I don’t know if I ever have. But I don't want to start a relationship I can’t give one hundred percent to. You deserve to be taken care of and treasured. I,” he struggles to say the words, “can’t give you that right now”

He sees a few tears running down your cheeks and he wipes them away with his thumb. Then he brings your forehead to his. If this is the right choice, why does it hurt so badly? He thinks to himself.

Levi expects you to yell or push him away, but you don’t. “What we had - it was good, wasn’t it?” you ask, sweetly and sadly.

His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, pushing down all the things he wants to say. “It was. Really good.”

He can still feel it - the pull you have on him. He tries to will himself to move, but he can’t, he doesn’t want to. You plant a soft kiss on his lips, then another. He opens his mouth and feels your soft tongue mingle with his, as the kisses grow more passionate.

Your leg moves across him and you now straddle his lap while Levi’s hands grab your ass, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as you both continue to kiss and Levi’s hands move under your shirt to cup your breasts.

You begin to grind on top of him and Levi adjusts himself on the sofa so that his hardening cock can rub you exactly where you want it. God, he can’t get enough of your body.

There’s a sudden stop in your movements and then you’re hiking up your skirt and pulling off your underwear. In answer to your actions, Levi undoes his pants and pulls out his cock right as you sit back on him. In one fluid motion he slides into you; you’re already so wet but tight, so he wants to take it slow, but you won’t allow it. You raise up your hips so that only his tip is inside you and then you sit back down, taking him in fully.

You undulate on top of him and he can feel you tightening around his cock as you move. Maybe this is your way of punishing him or just a way to use him, but he doesn’t care. If he can be with you, just one more time, then he’ll let you do whatever you want.

He grabs your hips as you move up and down, your pace turning fast and relentless. When he leans in to kiss your neck, you push him away, forcing his back against the sofa. Your hands on his shoulders, there’s not much Levi can do other than let you have your way.

Neither of you say anything, not even through moans, but your sad eyes stay fixed on him. You’re so warm and so wet, Levi can feel one of those intense climaxes coming again for him.

He cums inside you, and a deep guttural moan escapes his lips. Your movements switch to a deeper grinding motion as you pursue your own end.

You lay your head in the crook of his neck as he puts his arms around you. Minutes pass and neither of you say a word or move a muscle.

He’s a fool to give this up.

“Goodbye, Levi.”

You get up, quickly slip your underwear back on and leave without another word.

——

Levi reluctantly goes to the wrap party later that night, only planning to show his face then get out of there as soon as possible. Maybe if he only stays for a brief moment, he won’t have to see you.

But then you show up with a few other cast members. He can tell you’re already drunk because you're talking loudly and hugging everyone. Either you haven’t noticed he’s there or you refuse to acknowledge him, and both pain him. He has to get out of here, but before he can make his exit he’s grabbed by the Director.

“Everyone, let’s give a round of applause for our two leads…hey where is our Anna? Get over here!”

You walk out of the crowd and stand next to Levi. As the Director pushes you two together, you smile and take turns thanking the crew and supporting cast. Your smile is radiant as you speak, but Levi notices one difference:

Your eyes, once so easily readable, were now closed off to him.

You work your way around the room and Levi decides he shouldn’t leave the party yet, especially since he thought a guy from the supporting cast was flirting with you. Jealousy begins to build up in his heart as he watches you from afar; you laugh, placing a hand on the man’s arm then pulling it away. Levi’s own hand grips his whiskey tightly before downing it in one shot.

When you’re finally by yourself and ordering another drink at the bar, he can’t resist walking over to you.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he says with vitriol and a hint of inebriation in his voice.

You don’t look at him. “Yeah, that’s what you do at parties.”

“And you’re flirting with everyone here…is that what you do at parties too?” The words start falling out and he does nothing to stop them. “Looking for the next person you’ll fuck tonight?”

You turn your head at that last remark, as your eyes flash and shoot him a pained look. “You don’t get to judge who I talk to tonight,” you move closer to him, your voice lowered to a whisper as you speak, “or who I fuck.”

All he can do is watch as you turn your back to him and join your group at the table.

——

The next morning, Levi is awakened by a knock on his door.

“Levi! We need to leave in 30 minutes to catch the flight to Japan. I hope you’re packed in there,” Aaliyah says in an authoritative tone.

Levi rolls out of bed and grabs the water on his bed stand. He shouldn’t have drank so much last night, but it was the only way he could deal with seeing you. He’d refused to leave that party until he knew you went back to your room safely - and alone.

He opens the door to see Aaliyah waiting for him, tea in hand, as usual.

“Ugh, you look like shit. Please put these on.” She hands him her Rayban sunglasses.

As they walk down the hallway, Levi stops at your door and almost knocks. Maybe he can take back what he said last night; maybe they can make this work.

“She already left. A few hours ago.” Aaliyah puts a hand on his slumped shoulder. “Come on, we have a flight to catch.”

Levi sighs, then something shifts inside him. This is over. And he has work to do.

He puts on the sunglasses and prepares to face the growing crowd of fans that have heard he’s leaving the town today. “Right. Let’s go over my Japan schedule on the way to the airport.”

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[corriganatheart]

hiii could u write something about a baecation with jude? it can be a headcanon or a reg imagine whichever you prefer. and idk if you write smut but if you wanna add it in there i won’t complain 🫣

Synopsis: Jude takes you on a vacation for your anniversary.

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem! reader

Genre: romantic, short

Warning: Mention of sexual activity 🔞

"Maybe we should have gone to Thailand," Jude says while scrolling through his phone. You rolled your eyes and continued to read the book in your hand.

It had been one hour since you boarded the private plane, and Jude had been bringing up different destinations that he could've chosen only because he wanted to get laid in every country. During your first vacation as a couple, you guys went to Bali, and for your two-year anniversary, he chose Bali because it meant a lot to both of you. Jude has always wanted to visit different countries because it was his mission to have sex with you everywhere so that if you leave him, your mind will only be filled with him. It was his way of saying you can never escape him without sounding psychotic.

“Baby,” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine. You hate that he still has this effect on you even though you guys have been together for two years. “Let me eat you-“ You close your book and smack his head, causing him to wince. “What is wrong with you?” You hissed. Jude tilts his head back and laughs before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Do I need to answer that?” He asked and kissed you on the cheeks. You rolled your eyes and decided to lay your head on his shoulder. You felt him smirk through your hair. “Thank you so much for planning this,” you whispered. Jude lays his chin on your head while stroking your arm. “You know I would do anything for you,” he mumbles. You nod your head, knowing damn well he meant every word he said.

You guys still have a while until you reach your destination, and you are doing some work on your laptop while Jude is asleep next to you. His career had skyrocketed after the World Cup, and his schedule was hectic. He took on as much work as possible before taking this vacation, and it almost didn’t happen because he was getting so many business proposals. You had told Jude several times that you didn’t mind just spending it home and having a nice dinner, but he refused and wanted to take you somewhere special.

Staring at the beautiful man next to you, your heart filled with happiness and joy. When Jude first pursued you after you’d been part of a project he was in, you thought the relationship wouldn’t develop any more than a short fling. Football players were known to have brief relationships, and even though he was a perfect gentleman to you, you couldn’t help but be cautious. Jude proved you in many ways, and eventually, you had to give in and admit that he was the one for you; you couldn’t help but chuckle, remembering his smug face when you told him he won. “Huh, maybe Thailand wouldn’t have been a bad idea,” you mumbled after seeing Gio’s girlfriend post her vacation photos.

“You remember the first time we came here, baby?” Jude asked while your eyes scanned the beautiful resort and crystal blue water. “I remember the first time we made love here; gosh, it was amazing.” Your eyes widen at Jude while he smirks down at you. The translator awkwardly looked away while the employees smiled at Jude as if he had just said something angelic. If only they knew how devious he could be.

“Woah,” you said after arriving in your bedroom. It was huge, the size of an apartment. The bed was decorated with flowers and a gift basket with rich wine. The room has a large pool balcony with a perfect beach view, and it also has a dining area. “Jude, this is amazing,” you exclaimed while taking in the scenery. He has taken you on lavish vacations before, but this one has to be one of the best. “All for you, baby,” he whispered in your ear behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You chuckle after feeling something hard touching your skin from the back; he doesn’t want to waste any time. “Jude, we have to shower and get ready for dinner,” you mumbled, although you were rethinking it. “Dinner isn’t till an hour, babe,” he says, and you feel him tug at your waistband. You close your eyes and feel his mouth touch your neck; it is a gentle kiss to remind you that you can say no. Jude was a gentleman; he always has been. “It won’t take long; I’ll be quick,” he promised. You bite your bottom lips because you know damn well his definition of fast isn’t the same as yours. Jude needs more than an hour to be satisfied; he was a giver, not a taker, and it pleases him more than anything else to see you lose your mind because of him. “I’m so thankful for you,” he whispers before kissing your shoulders. “Thankful that you have always been there for me.” Another kiss. “Thankful that you’re patient with me.” Another kiss. “Thankful that you never give up on me.” Another kiss. “Thankful that you give me your heart just as you have mine.” Gosh, you were a goner.

He gently places you on the bed; your clothing is scattered all over the floor with his. The wine and gift basket was somewhere on the floor now, and the only thing touching your back was the pedal of roses. He smiled down at you before going in for a kiss. Jude was perfect in every way, and his performance has always surprised you in every aspect. How he turns a slow emotional kiss into a hot kiss filled with his tongue fighting yours makes you feel so many ways. His mouth remains on yours while his right-hand travels down to your center. Jude promised he’d be quick, but you knew this would take at least an hour and a half. He wanted to take his time with you; he wanted to cherish the girl that he had been in love with since he laid eyes on her. The girl that makes him want to be a better person, the one girl that never seems to fail to make him smile. You were perfect for him, and he wouldn’t want you to forget that in any way. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispers while sliding a finger into you. You gasp when he wraps his lips around a nipple sucking and tucking as if his life depends on it. “Jude,” you whimper while fisting the sheets. “I could never let you go,” he said while sucking on your chest. “You’re forever, my girl.” It was pretty clear how in love you both were, and although you guys were still young, no one would understand how this felt. Jude stared down at you, his eyes darker than before as you fall apart in front of him, screaming his name. He closes his eyes and smiles, cherishing the way his name spills out of your mouth; he could listen to it all day.

After catching your breath, you sit and reach for him, but Jude grabs your hand midway. You frown, but he smiles and places your palm on his chest. “You feel that, Y/N?” He asked. You nod; your heartbeat matches his rapid one. “This is what you do to me,” he says. “It’s just you, baby; only you can do this.” The both of you smile at one another, and he lets you lean in and kiss him. He drops your hand and pushes you back down on the bed. “Jude, I want to,” you whined while grabbing his shaft. He shakes his head slightly and pins your hands above your head. “We have all the time in the world for that. Right now, I need to feel you,” he says with pleading eyes. You nod and look at his suitcase sitting near the bed. Jude’s eyes follow yours, and he bites his lower lips before looking back at you with hesitation, "I need to feel you…without a rubber,” he says. You panicked a little at that because you knew the risk. You guys had raw sex before but stopped after a pregnancy scare that almost caused a breakup. “Baby,” he pleads. Jude must have noticed the fear in your eyes because he sat up and pulled you up with him. “Look at me, love,” he said softly while one hand rubbed the side of your face. You look at him, and he smiles; gosh, it is a charming smile. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s me and you, Y/N. There is nothing to worry about. I want you with no barrier, and I know the consequences, but I wouldn’t want to do that with anyone else. I am always ready for anything with you. I love you, and it’s ok if you don’t want to but know that whatever happens, I am here.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at his face. “I love you so much, Jude, and I want you with nothing between us.”

This time, everything was better. There was no fear, and there was no alcohol in either of your systems. He pushed in without hesitation and let out a relieved sigh like he had wanted this for so long, and you were the same. There was nothing between you guys, and this was how it was supposed to be. Jude smiled down at you and kissed you softly. “You’re my everything.”

“Huh, Trent said he’s going to block me until I come back from vacation,” Jude chuckles while he types on his phone. “Why?” You asked while taking another sip of the rich wine. As you expected, Jude took his time with you and refused to get out of bed because he wanted to go for another round, so an hour later, you guys are having late dinner while watching the sunset on the other balcony. “He’s jealous. That’s what he gets for dumping his girlfriend.” You laugh, knowing damn well Trent will get another one in a couple of days. “Gio seems to be having fun in Thailand,” you said after seeing a photo he posted of him and his girlfriend. “Yeah, next time we are going there,” Jude says and sends a wink your way. You chuckle and shake your head before checking your DMS. Your eyes nearly pop out when a familiar name appears in the inbox. “What?” Jude asked after noticing the surprised look on your face. “Look who texted me,” you laughed and showed Jude the message. Jude’s jaw tenses, and he glares at your screen like he can murder the other person through it. “Why the fuck is that asshole texting you?” He asked angrily, but you know he wasn’t accusing you of anything; he was questioning the person's intention. “Chill, he probably wants me in one of his projects,” you shrugged. Jude frowns and chugs his glass of wine down. “Only you’re allowed to work with me,” Jude says. You roll your eyes and stare at the message; it is a simple hi and how are you? But knowing the person, you don’t think he wants any trouble with Jude. You close your phone and kiss a frowning Jude on the cheeks. “Come on; you know Pedri isn’t like that.” Jude’s lip twitched, and you giggled, “and besides, I prefer brown boys.”

The next day was filled with activities, from swimming to sailing on the yacht, but you guys had to go back to the hotel early because people were starting to recognize Jude. “Sorry, babe, but I promise I have a surprise for dinner,” Jude says and kisses your pouting lips. “Sometimes people forget that you’re human,” you whined. They didn’t even let Jude get in the car without pushing him and screaming for an autograph. It took at least thirty minutess for security to escort Jude safely to the car. “That’s the price I gotta pay, I guess,” Jude casually shrugged. You sigh and slump down on the sofa. You love his fans, but sometimes, it does it overwhelming. “Don’t stress about it, babe. I’m fine,” Jude says and lays his head on your lap. You smile and trace your finger along his jawline. “How come you get to win the genetic lottery? It’s not fair.” Jude laughs and grabs your hand before kissing the front of it. “And I thought my best accomplishment was winning you.”

You hold on to Jude’s hands as you guys climb the stairs to the roof. When he said you guys were going out for dinner, you thought a fancy restaurant, but apparently, the hotel staff set up a table on top of the roof. Your eyes glimmers when he opens the door to the roof. Rose petals are scattered everywhere on the floor while roses were lined up to create a path to the table. “Oh, Jude,” you said as you took in the beautiful picture. “This is amazing.” He guides you to the table and pull the seat out for you. The food was already here, but it was still warm, meaning the staff had finished preparing everything. “This is beautiful,” you said, looking at him and the view behind him. The sun was setting, and the beach reflected the sunset. “I had to make everything perfect,” he says. “Because it’s you.” You smile and place your hand on top of his. “Thank you for everything, baby.”

You guys ate, talked about Jude’s soccer future, talked about your job, and the future that you guys want. By the time you guys were done, it was dark, but there were lights lined up around the edge of the roof, and you knew Jude had come up with all these ideas. “Wanna dance?” Jude asked while holding out a hand. You smiled and grabbed it. Jude guides you guys away from the table, and suddenly, your guy's the song comes on. “This means so much to me. Thank you, Jude,” you smiled. He kisses your forehead, and you slowly dance to the song that holds a special place for both of you. “You know when I first asked you out on a date, I thought you hated me because you didn’t even look like you wanted to say yes,” Jude chuckles. You cringed at the memory, remembering how you I thought he was a total player. “But then you said yes after my constant pestering, and I thought I can’t fuck this up,” he says, making you smile. “After the date, I realized I needed you in my life. You were still questioning my intentions, of course, but I didn’t care; I was willing to take whatever you were willing to give me. Gosh, the months that we were just friends were draining because I had to hold myself back from flirting with you, touching you, reaching for you…but then I realized I needed to make a move before you became comfortable with us just being friends. I risked everything by kissing you even though I wasn’t sure how you felt about me. When you kissed me back, I realized one thing, I wanted you for the rest of my life.”

The song ended, and Jude pulled away. “I have another surprise for you,” he says. Another one? Jude wrapped his arm around your shoulder and turned, and in a second, The fireworks went off. “Omg, Jude!” You exclaimed while clapping your hands. Jude chuckles beside you, and you guys watch the magical firework. You were so mesmerized by the fireworks that you didn’t realize Jude’s arm had dropped from your shoulders. The next firework was brighter than the others and stayed up there longer. Your eyes widened, and your breathing tightened when you saw the words written on it. “Jude,” you mumbled and turned to him only to look down and see him on his knees with a ring in his hand. “Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked.

Epilogue

One week later

“Bruh, I can’t believe you did that,” Gavi slaps Pedri on the back while laughing.

Pedri groans and wants to take back a whole week of his life. Who let him drink with his asshole teammates that forced him to message his crush? It was humiliating because you left him on seen. “I hate all of you,” he said.

“Relax she has a boyfriend that’s why she left you on seen,” Gavi said. His effort of trying to cheer him up wasn’t doing much, especially with the teasing and laughing.

“Fiancé now,” Pedri corrected and shows Gavi the photo you took on a rooftop flaunting a diamond ring with Jude kissing your cheek.

You’re his crush, but he would never hit you up because he knows you’re dating Jude Bellingham, but his friends thought it would be funny. He was also drunk, and out of it, so he hit you up without thinking.

“That’s harsh, dude,” Gavi says while staring at his friend’s slightly heartbroken face. Pedri shrugged and grinned at Gavi, “yeah, coming from the guy that got a marriage proposal letter from Spain’s princess.” Gavi makes a disgusted face and shook his head. “Never happening.”



[bradshawssugarbaby]

Illicit Affairs & Clandestine Meetings - Jake Seresin x Reader

pairing: Lt. Jake Seresin x reader

warnings/content: minors dni below the cut / oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, swearing, p in v, dom!jake, dirty talk, little bit of degradation.

word count: 1.7k

You squinted your eyes shut as the cold water splashed across you face. You had to be insane, right? You weren’t sure what the hell you were about to get yourself into. This whole fling had started when you met Lieutenant Jake Seresin in a bar a few short months ago, it started as a one night ordeal, and then it became follow-up text messages, which turned into becoming friends with benefits. The craziest part, was when Jake insisted on sneaking you on base to have a little fun. 

“Come on, babe, it’ll be fine. No one’ll know, and we’ll only get in trouble if we get caught. We just gotta avoid my crew, Rooster’ll never let me hear the end of it if he thinks I’ve settled my ass down.”  He’d assured you when he first proposed the idea, to which you protested heavily. 

You patted your face dry, taking a deep breath before getting ready. Pulling out a lace, lilac coloured bodysuit and your black strappy heels, you picked your tight black skirt off the bed and proceeded to get changed. Jake wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours, and the two of you hadn’t seen one another in a while, with him having been deployed for a mission a couple of weeks ago, having just returned this morning. He was getting ready to leave again in a couple days, but you decided to meet with him and give him what he wanted as a proper send-off before he prepared to spend weeks, maybe even months on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific. 

Just then, you heard your phone ping on the dresser. You walked over to it, biting your lip as you checked it.

Hey beautiful, can’t wait to see you.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you read the message, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach as you headed out to your car. The drive to the base was quiet, with little traffic on the road for this time of evening. The sun was beginning to set, soft shades of pink, orange and gold brushed across the sky. You pulled up and waited for Jake to meet you outside, as he’d promised. 

You spotted Jake in his khaki coloured uniform and blushed at the sight of him. He  ushering you in quickly so that no one would see the two of you together. You both liked the secrecy of your relationship. It kept you living on your toes, despite there not being much of a need for secrecy, apart from the teasing Jake might face from his colleagues if they found out that the resident playboy had a long-term fling with someone. 

Jake grabbed you by the waist, pulling your body in close to his. He pressed his lips to yours, in a passionate, steaming kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck slowly. He slowly began to move his lips along your jawline, his soft, deep kisses sending tingles down your spine as he worked his way up to your ear. 

Taking your earlobe between his lips, he tugged at it gently, nipping at your skin with his teeth slowly. He leaned forward slightly, whispering as he pressed his hips as close against yours as possible, the crotch of his dress pants resting on your body.

“You’re all mine tonight, you know that?” he hissed into your ear, grinning as he slid a hand down your chest. He rested his palm on your breast, just over the lace of your bodysuit. His eyes skimmed over you, and he bit his lip as he took in the sight before him. You’d been apart for quite a while, and you’d hated that, but you knew that when you came back to one another, it’d be all worth it.

He leaned forward once again, this time squeezing your breast in his hand as he spoke softly in your ear.

“Look at you, my pretty little vixen. It’s like you were just waiting for me to come back and fuck you.”

You arched your back as he squeezed again, his lips pressing to the sweet spot of your neck as you groaned softly. Jake loved to tease, and you could tell that tonight would be no exception. 

He quickly spun you around, grabbing your waist as he pulled your body in closely again. He firmly pressed his hips forward into you from behind, and you could feel every inch of his hardened cock pressing against your backside. You groaned softly again as his hand snaked its way to your front, his fingertips sliding down the front of your skirt.

Your back arched against Jake’s body as he unclipped the bottom of your bodysuit, the pads of his fingers gently brushing against your clit. He pressed your bodies as close together as possible, his dick squared up against the small of your back as you felt his touch. 

You moaned out in pleasure as his fingers started tracing circles over your clit, his lips sucking hungrily at your neck as he heard you moan. He nipped at the sensitive skin at your shoulder as he slid his index and pointer finger inside of you, feeling your wetness soaking him as he began to pump them forward towards your spot.

“Jake” you whined out.

Your legs began to shake as his fingers moved quicker - pumping in and out as they hit your g-spot each time. 

“Do you like that, baby girl?” he whispered in your ear as you felt yourself getting close.

You nodded your head, whining again as you felt him pull his fingers out of you. You bit your lip as he guided you over to the bed, his hand resting on your back as you got onto all fours on the mattress. 

You began to slowly run your fingers over yourself as Jake stripped out of his pants. You knew exactly what was about to happen, and the thought of it alone was almost enough to push you over the edge.

He dragged your skirt off of your body, and you carefully lifted the bodysuit off over your head, before getting on all fours again. He gently ran his tip along your wetness, grunting slightly as he felt how turned on you were for him. You knew it was driving him wild by this point.

His hardened cock thrusted into you suddenly, and you felt your body tense as his full size filled you. You groaned out, loving the pain and pleasure combined here. Jake paused for you to adjust to his size, letting you take all of him in at once. When you were ready, he slowly began to thrust his hips forward, pushing himself in and out of your body.

“You feel so fucking good on me, baby girl.” you heard him hiss as he thrusted into you with full force. 

You felt yourself tighten around him, his cock filling you completely as you moaned out in pleasure. You were so close, and you knew he wasn’t going to just give up now - Jake liked to prolong things as much as possible. He was such a tease when it came to sex, he loved to make you scream, you knew tonight would be no different.

He began to grunt as he placed a hand on the small of your back to steady himself as his movements remained hard and fast inside of you - his hand reached out to grab your hair, tugging on it, pulling your head back as he pumped his dick into you. 

Your legs began to shudder as you came, your cum filling in around his dick as you tightened on him. You tried to scream out his name, but were cut off by the moans that were falling from your lips.

Jake threw his head back, grunting as his thrusts became sloppy, his rhythm breaking as he groaned your name out. He was so close, and you could feel yourself coming down from your high.

“Jake,” you whined, “baby, please cum in me.” you pleaded.

He grunted again as he began to thrust hard into you again, pounding your spot quickly as he went, determined to make you orgasm once more before he let himself go. You groaned in pain as he tugged at your hair again, your body throbbing at how hard he was pounding into you, but you loved it.

You loved every ounce of pain you felt with him, every minute of pleasure, the bite marks, the throbbing, aching feeling when you missed him, everything was so worth it when you were reunited again. It was like you would have him with you wherever, and those little reminders were making it so hard to not want him all the time.

“Jake, fuck!” you screamed as you felt yourself hitting the edge again. 

This time he stared at you as he thrusted, your eyes meeting as he spoke, his voice low as he panted.

“Cum for me again, babygirl.”

You moved your hips in time with his, your hand running down to circle your clit as you pushed yourself to the breaking point. You felt him twitch inside of you as he came, his cum filling you as you groaned loudly. He grinned as he slowed his movements, the two of you panting, trying to catch your breath as you finished.

He slowly pulled out of you, making you groan again as he did. You were about turn onto your back, when you felt Jake’s tongue lapping at your centre, licking up your juices as he finished you off.

You gripped the sheets tightly in your hands, unsure of how much longer your legs would support you, they quivered as his tongue ran up and down you, a loud sigh escaping your lips as he pulled away with a final lick.

“Fuck, tastes so good, beautiful.” he grinned at you.

You turned onto your back carefully, your body finally collapsing onto the bed in pleasure as you sighed. As you caught your breath, you noticed Jake come and lay beside you, a grin on his perfectly sunkissed face, his blonde hair a tousled mess as he laughed and laid his head on the pillow.

“You know, I think I could get used to this,” he shrugged his shoulders, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked at you.

[gotasenseivebeenbetrayed]

Fortnight MV

So I've seen the theory of Post playing 3 men in the Fortnight video and I actually agree with that but, not on the 3 people.

1st: Post in black at the typewriter is Harry, everything is black and white except their poetry, which is in color, to each other aka them writing songs for each other over the years

2nd: Post without tattoos is Joe, she's happy and thinks everything is fine but, even when with him she's got Harry in the back of her mind - this is why she's laying on the Style cutout Taylor head with no tattooed Post. They seem happy but then things get bad for them and she reaches for him but, can't make it work anymore.

3rd: Tattooed Post experimenting on her is Matty, not only because he's worn that same get-up during 1975 performances but because she views him as someone who experimented on her and manipulated her. She was broken from Joe and he saw her in a vulnerable place and love bombed to "save her" eveb though he was truly just fucking with her.

4th: Post in black at the phonebooth in the end, also Harry - she's saying he keeps thinking of calling her but won't and she's waiting out in the rain, alone and hurt, waiting for him.

I don't feel like the video matches up with the lyrics themselves or what they are talking about fully but, most of the song is about Harry and Joe. Matty was the "miracle move on drug" that had temporary effects. She loves Harry and it's ruining her life because she can't have him and maybe that love trickled into her problems with Joe. She loved Joe and it's ruining her life because they couldn't make it work. I believe the fortnight/two weeks is a red herring to make people think it is about a short term relationship/fling aka Matty but, I think it's supposed to be a metaphor in that her relationship with the muse(s) only felt like a fortnight, meaning they weren't nearly long enough because she wanted forever so then she's imagining a future where they're both married but, not to each other - her husband is cheating on her and she's unhappy and she ends up neighbors with her muse and his wife and his wife is really nice and she hates her because she's like "great, we didn't end up together and I ended up with a cheating husband while your wife gets everything I wanted and she's really nice".

EDIT: I kind of want to add I think there's also the possibility there is actually 4 muses in the video/4 Posties. The 4th and final one in the phonebooth could potentially be Travis. I *think* that Post is tattooed though. But it's possible it is meant to be Travis and she was outside lost after everything with Joe, Harry, and Matty and Travis was the one who ended up "reaching out" to her by shooting his shot.

[toomuchracket]

I need to see that bitch (bday party matty) jealous. Maybe you’re at an event or something and you meet this editor guy you used to have a fling with and he sees how amicable the guy is being and just, let’s say, get handsy

Pretty pleaseeee 🫶

jealous bday party matty literally be still my beating heart. you don't wanna blindside him, so a little while before the event day itself you let your boyfriend know that a literary agent ex of yours is likely going too because one of his authors is nominated for an award - you also let him know that it wasn't a serious thing at all, short, amicable breakup because you didn't really feel anything for the guy past vaguely fancying and liking, and you haven't spoken to him in a year. matty nods along and stays chill on the surface, but internally he can't help seething a little bit; he never met this ex of yours (it really was a short relationship), but he remembers mutual friends gushing about how nice he is and how happy you were, remembers looking him up online one lonely drunken night and thinking how insipid he was and how wrong he was for you, remembers developing a short-lived loathing of the man simply because he was with you, the actual love of matty's life. but whatever. matty's the one you love, the one whose arms you fall asleep in, the one you know for a fact you're going to grow old with, and this guy is nothing and nobody. so you go to the event, and it's fine, it's good, it's lovely, until the ex (wearing a wedding ring, mind you) comes over and gives you a friendly hug hello and says "you look gorgeous, as ever! how are you?", and matty's vision literally tints green. through some grace of god, or whatever, he manages to remain cordial to the man in the less than five minutes you chat to him, forcing a smile when the guy says he's happy for you both and you're great together - as soon as he fucks off and you lead matty to the bar, your boyfriend's arms are hugging you from behind, and he's leaning down to press a less-than-chaste kiss to your neck while you wait for your french martinis. you smirk, turning your head to kiss matty quickly, giggling into him when he deepens the kiss and murmuring "matthew, people are going to talk if we keep this up", and he's like "so? i wanna kiss my girl"; unfortunately for him, the drinks arrive, and you have to take your seats for the event starting. thank christ you're not actually doing anything more than showing face as a former winner tonight, by the way, because you'd have a pretty hard time extracting matty's hand from your thigh under the table if you needed to move - over the course of the night, that hand makes its way further and further under your clothes, first your dress and then your thong, and following your subtle nod your boyfriend's fingers find their way to your clit and inside you, working deftly to bring you to an orgasm muffled by your hand and applause for whoever just one the prize of the night. the smirk doesn't leave his face (until you get home and sit on it) after that, and gets even wider when he, um, gives your ex a goodbye handshake, before turning to walk to the car with you snuggled into him and his other hand resting on your ass. yeah. that's a fun night, both the event and you proving to matty he's the only one for you when you get home by letting him cum inside you. hot <3

[1-800-whore4alexturner]

The Dream Synopsis

Alex Turner x fem!Reader

Synopsis: You have a dream that Alex can’t seem to get behind.

Warnings: SMUT!!! (P in V, Oral M and F receiving, squirting, cockwarming), cursing, angst if you squint

•———————————————————————————•

Well we were kissing, it was secret, we had to sneak beyond the kitchen.

Your relationship with Alex was, to say the least, complicated. You had been off and on for some time, both of you not fully ready for commitment. Now, though, you two have officially became a couple; well, at least to the two of you.

Your relationship with him was hidden. Not only from the public, but also from your family and friends, even Miles and the rest of the Monkeys. They didn't know that the chemistry between you two has gone past just casual dating. It was no longer some high school infatuation or a friendship based around occasional texting or phone calls. Now it was a full fledged romance.

It would be your dream to show Alex off. I mean, he’s just the most adoring, loving boyfriend ever. Of course you would want the world to know he was dating you. You didn’t want it because of the fame, of course. I mean, that was one of the couple of reasons why you both chose to keep the relationship hidden. You just wanted to finally be able to be intimate with Alex without the pressure of keeping it behind a wall. Although, this was just a silly dream of yours.

It must be torture when I talk about my dreams.

So, what better way to go after this dream than asking Alex directly? I mean, he always listens to you, so you weren’t too nervous, just a little tense. It was a very touchy subject for the two of you, and you didn’t know what his answer would be. So you started by bringing up the question while enjoying breakfast together one morning.

“Alex, do you think that maybe it’s time we go public with our relationship? I mean, at least to our families and friends.”

He looked surprised, even though you were half expecting that response. “I dunno, I guess, if you really want to. I just can’t imagine having a life like that… Oh god, the press would never let me get away with anything. No, I think we should stick with keeping it hidden. It’s best.”

Of course, you prepared yourself for this reaction, even though it’s not what you wanted. You gave him a soft smile, getting up while softly uttering an “okay.”

He clearly wasn’t agreeing with you moving forward with your plans to become more open.

But hey, it was both of your decision to make. You still loved him. And, in reality, your current relationship plans would work perfectly fine as long as you stayed with Alex. Love means sacrifice, right?

•———————————————————————————•

You and Alex have been officially dating for almost a year now, coming up on your anniversary. God, you would’ve never imagined being here in a committed relationship with your ex-fling.

You and Alex have slowly but surely been moving towards giving hints to friends that you’re dating, but it still is not very clear.

Now, doubts have started appearing in your mind. ‘Why doesn’t he want to show me off?’ ‘Is he not proud of me?’

All these doubtful thoughts were shoved to the back of your mind. Ever since you asked that question a couple months ago, you’ve been weary of brining the topic back up again. You believed that when Alex was ready to go public, he would tell you.

•———————————————————————————•

Finally, it’s your one year anniversary. Of course it was nothing short of amazing. Alex started off the day with the most amazing meal in bed that you both shared together along with kisses. Then, Alex took you strawberry picking, coming home to wash the fruits and cut them into heart shapes, dipping them into melted chocolate together, enjoying them later with a small picnic in your favorite local park.

Now, though, Alex is kissing down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your dripping cunt. His tongue slides across your clit as you both moan, “Ohh, yes. Fuck,” you moan out, finally feeling that long awaited pleasure. He toys around with you clit a little bit longer, slowly flicking and sucking on it. “Fuck,” you moan out loudly as he finally sticks his hot tongue in your dripping hole.

God, something about him eating you out today is so much different than any other time. It feels more passionate, more emotional. Maybe it’s because it’s your anniversary, or maybe it because he has a surprise you’ll have to earn.

He eats you out like a man starved, prodding and sucking at your seeping cunt until you finally release, your orgasm taking over you. Your legs shake wildly and your whole body trembles with the waves of intense pleasure flowing through your veins. You feel so fucking good. Your muscles twitch as you come hard against his tongue, cumming all over his face.

His tongue laps against your pussy, taking in all of your juices, savoring every taste. “God, babe. You taste so fucking amazing.”

As you recover from your intense orgasm, your eyes wander to the prominent bulge in your boyfriend’s pants. “Well, I think I should repay the favor, don’t you think?” you ask, slowly crawling towards Alex, reaching down to squeeze his boner through his pants.

Slowly, you unzip his pants, pulling them down. With his boxers still on, you play with and squeeze his growing cock.

“Please, baby, just suck my cock.”

Smiling up at him, you swiftly yank down his boxers, his cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. You let out a soft moan, spitting on his cock and stroking it, lightly sucking the head.

“Oh, fuck!” Alex moans out as he pushes your head down onto his cock, watching as your lips envelop his dick. Slowly, you start bobbing up and down, worshipping every inch of his thick length. “Baby, oh, fuck!” He begins to pull you by the hair, his fingers pinching your sensitive nipples. His hips move against your mouth, his hand rubbing across your ass.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch Alex’s entire body tremble from your warm, wet mouth sucking and licking his thick cock.

The next few minutes are filled with both of you moaning and panting for air. Eventually, Alex slows down his rhythm, releasing his seed in your mouth, then pulling out and cumming the rest all over your face.

God, Alex thought you looked like a fucking angel, a dirty one at that. The urge to just take a photo and share it with everyone he knows was unbelievable, but he knew he had a reputation to uphold, even if that meant not being able to show you off.

You and Alex began to make out once again, his hand cupping and rubbing your cunt while yours was palming his cock, it slowly getting hard again. Soon enough, your hand works its magic, teasing his head and begging him to stick it inside you.

“Yes! Fuck! Oh, babe, I need to be inside you.”

With one swift motion, Alex picks you up, tossing you back towards the headboard and raising your legs to be against the wall.

Suddenly, he snapped his hips forward, his cock diving straight into your pussy. You let out a loud, pornographic moan at the feeling of him plunging deep inside you. “Fuuuuuck, yeah, Alex. Fuck me.”

With each thrust, Alex increases his pace, going harder and faster. Soon, his cock slamming into you so hard that you can barely even keep your eyes open. All too soon, you realize you’re nearing another climax, this one far more powerful than the last. And when it hits you, you lose it, crying out loudly as you leak your creamy juice all over his stomach and chest.

With a loud, guttural groan, Alex finally releases his seed into your aching cunt, filling you up. Staying inside you, he maneuvered himself beside you, ending up in the spooning position.

After a few minutes of soft kisses on the cheek while his cock softens inside of you, Alex finally decides to speak.

“So, after a lot of thinking, I’ve decided that you’re right. We should be honest with not only our family and friends, but with the rest of the world about our relationship. To be completely honest, the main reason I didn’t want to go public is because I was scared. I’ve went public with my other relationships way too early and ended up regretting it. I wanted to make sure that I was completely in love with you, and I am one hundred percent sure that you are the only one for me. I truly believe we have a future together, maybe getting married and having kids, and I think it’s finally time to show the world how much I adore you, Y/N.”

“Alex. God, I don’t think you understand how happy I am that you said that. I love you so much. And yes, maybe we will get married someday and have kids. I can’t wait for the future, because I know you’re gonna be in it. As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters to me” As soon as you say those words, you feel your tummy quiver and contract. That felt good. A lot better than what you expected. You were ready to go let the world know about your relationship, because ultimately, other people’s views don’t matter as long as you’re still in love with Alex.

Isn’t it awful lovely when I talk about my dreams.

[itscappyj]

Avatrice + soft mornings

Today's prompt comes in the form of a Band AU deleted scene. This takes place the first winter after they get together and Ava is in her final year of university. They've been a couple for about 7 months by this point. (Yes I did read the prompt, you have to trust the journey on this one):

Sleep had become a problem.

Every waking moment, Ava’s brain was occupied by assignments, exams and performances. When she wasn’t thinking about her to-do list, she was obsessing over what had already passed. Things she could no longer control, nothing to do but wait for the results.

She had spent the night on the phone to Beatrice, hoping and praying that her mind would settle enough to let her rest. They talked for hours, until the yawns from the other end of the line could no longer be ignored.

It worked a little - she managed to get a few hours before her body woke her up in a flash of anxiety. She had given up trying to go back to sleep and now sat by her bedroom window, huddled up in a hoodie. Too many weeks had passed for it to smell like Beatrice anymore but she still found comfort in it.

Outside, the sloppy remains of snow began to reflect the barely rising sun. It looked so peaceful and quiet out there, like the world itself was asleep. 

The boys were staying at Michael’s mum's house for a bit while she recovered from a broken ankle. The house had been so empty. So lonely.

She had Beatrice to talk to, and it helped, but it wasn’t enough. There was no one here for those little everyday interactions. The things you take for granted until they’re gone. Someone asking how your day was when you get home; asking if you want a cup of tea made because they’re popping the kettle on; checking to see if you need anything from the shop; showing you a meme that made them laugh over breakfast.

It was hard enough to be in a long-distance relationship but she hadn’t realised just how much of a buffer the boys had been. Now she feels it like a gaping hole. So many little things that could be easily soothed by a squeeze of the hand, a kiss on the cheek, a hug, now spill over until she’s crying at nothing.

The distance itself wasn't even that much. They were both just so busy striving to achieve their own goals. Objectively, they were both killing it. Ava was acing uni and Beatrice’s band was starting to really gain traction. Somehow, that did very little to ease her mind. 

Maybe it was because the exam period had just ended and she was exhausted. Maybe it was the short, dark winter days that embedded themselves so deeply in her soul, it felt like she may never feel the sun's warmth again. Maybe it was that she would lay down at night and curl in on herself so tightly just so that she wouldn't be able to feel the empty space beside her. 

"Fuck, I miss you." A quiet sob shakes her as tears gather in her eyes. 

She hears the tiny pitter-patter of paws approaching from behind and Watson jumps into her lap, nuzzling a damp nose into her hand. 

She smiles through another sob as she strokes soft fur, feeling the warmth of it and the low rumble of a purr spark a light inside her chest.

There's a knock at the door and they both jump at the sound. Ava looks over her shoulder, curious and confused. It's far too early for visitors.

She makes her way downstairs, not caring that she's still in pyjamas. Anyone who has the audacity to disturb people this early in the morning can deal with her boxer shorts and pokemon shirt.  

There's another light tap at the door as she fumbles with the lock. "Alright, geez, I'm coming, keep your -"

The words die in her throat as she swings the door open to a familiar face beaming back at her. 

"Bea?"

"Morning, Sunshine."

She surges forward, her bare feet on the frozen ground, and flings her arms around her girlfriend's neck. She buries her face into Beatrice's shoulder as the tears start to flow in full force. 

Beatrice holds her tightly for a moment before gently guiding them into the house and closing the door - Ava stays clinging to her with everything she has, somewhere in the back of her mind grateful to be out of the cold. 

A few minutes pass before Ava can get herself under control and she leans back. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought doughnuts," Beatrice replies, holding up the brown paper bag in her hand with a smile. Ava looks at it blankly. Beatrice brings her other hand up to her cheek, wiping gently at the tears. "The way you were last night…I had to come."

"I missed you." It's all Ava can manage to say.

"I know, darling. I missed you too." Beatrice pulls her back in,  a hand guiding Ava back down to her shoulder. "So much."

Minutes pass as Ava sinks into Beatrice’s embrace, breathing in deeply the smell of home. 

"Come on," Beatrice says as she starts to move them. "We can have these in your room."

Ava leans back then to catch her gaze, a small smile finally breaking through. "Food in bed? Who are you and what have you done with Beatrice?"

Beatrice chuckles and Ava feels the warm, delicate sound begin to mend something in her. 

They settle down in bed - after Beatrice grabs a couple of plates - and Ava finally starts to relax a little. Finally starts to feel how truly tired she is. 

She has three doughnuts to Beatrice's one and then they lay back against the headboard. Ava slowly traces the lines of Beatrice's tattoo with her hand and feels the shiver that runs down her spine.

"Do you want Pikachu?" Beatrice asks, leaning over to grab the plushie from the side of the bed. 

"No, you cuddle him. He missed you too." 

Beatrice laughs again but she makes no objection, tucking the toy under her other arm.

"I brought a couple of my jumpers for you to keep. The extra soft ones." Ava has made no secret of her love for wearing Beatrice's clothes.

"I love you," Ava replies sleepily, her eyes feeling heavy. 

"I love you," she hears Beatrice echo before she drifts down into a kind of peaceful slumber she hasn't experienced in weeks. 

When she wakes, hours later and the winter sun is streaming weakly through the window, she shuffles and feels the warmth of her love still tucked up beside her. 

Beatrice has an arm around her, stroking her hair in a soothing, repetitive motion. Her safest place in the world. 

"You're still here," Ava whispers. 

Beatrice tightens her hold and leans down to place a soft kiss to the top of her head, "Whenever you need."

[yanderes-galore]

how about a valentines Rick (Rick and Morty) with prompts 4 and 1? Maybe it’s a date night! Could be hcs if you want!!

Prompts don't work with HCs, they're always short stories :)

Sure! I'll make this take place during a date night. I finally bought Season 6 to watch so I have a little bit of motivation. Written with C-137 Rick in mind. I haven't written for Rick in so long, lol. Altered one of the prompts for this :)

Triggering themes in this, read with caution.

Spoilers for Rick & Morty/Rick's past

Prompts Found Here (Link may be broken)

Yandere! Rick Sanchez V-Day Prompts 4 and 1

"...why won't you love me?"

"You think I am crazy?! The world is crazier- It does not let us love!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Forced relationship, Relationship trouble, Implied past intimacy/Intimacy in general, Obsession, Heavy themes with a relationship not working out/scared of commitment, Darling just wanted a normal relationship, Angst probably, Kidnapping mention, Murder mention, Possessive behavior implied, Delusional/Desensitized Rick, Swearing, Slight grief implied, Fear of losing a partner/Trauma, Manipulation, Hypocritical behavior.

Dates with Rick were rare. Whenever they did happen they usually involved interdimensional travel or something weird like that. With Rick... you had no true sense of normal.

Which was one of the reasons you hated him.

Rick used to be someone you thought was cool. Before you were involved from him. That was because you did not understand or look into his madness.

You had no idea you drove him crazy.

Not until it was too late, that is. The moment you accepted his first date and hooked up, you had forfeit your life to him. Rick never left you alone after that.

He probably couldn't, even if he wanted to... you managed to worm your way into his mind.

So he gave in and expressed the intensity of his obsession towards you.

Being officially together was a strange feeling for the both of you. You didn't like the amount of stress Rick's life caused you. Rick was probably still not used to sticking around you so often as he was used to having flings. Now he... strangely doesn't want any.

Rick felt content with you. He thought he'd never love anyone after Prime Rick ruined his life. But here you were... captivating him.

Your pair felt like it wasn't meant to happen. Probably because no other universe had you two together, from what you knew of. Your "relationship" was an anomaly.

Which was probably why it wasn't working out.

Rick finally tried some sort of normal date this time. You both knew this relationship between you was going down the drain. Rick... didn't actually want it to end.

No... he liked this and was determined to hold it together. Even if it requires some sort of tech to force you.

The date he planned was as normal as he could think of. A walk, some dinner, and some time alone together. He promised nothing too weird.

However, the date still made you wish for a way out... away from him for a sense of normalcy.

You knew what Rick was capable of. He's murdered people in front of you, he's shown possessive tendencies about you... and he's always on the run. You wished he just... gave up on this bond between you.

Yet despite your feelings, you're forced to walk and chat. You're forced to give into his loving embraces and hold his hand. You held out for as long as you could...

But near the end you're on the verge of a breakdown, standing with him in your bedroom while arguing.

"...why won't you love me like you used to?"

"We can't work, Rick!" You cry out, desperation in your tone. "Stop pretending we can!"

"Come on, (Y/N)... I'm sure we can. Just calm down, you know I just want to make us happy."

"You want to make yourself happy, Rick!" Rick's silent at what you say. You turn away, letting out a shakey sigh.

"Baby... you know I can't let you go. I don't know what I'd do without you!"

"Rick..." You plead. "Our relationship isn't right."

"How?"

"You're possessive..." You start, shuffling away from him. "You've killed my friends from my universe. You took me away from my home. All because I told you I couldn't handle what you go through every day!"

You watch Rick for any reaction. He gives you a weird look like what you brought up was normal. Which only encourages your argument....

"You're crazy, Rick! That's what I'm saying! How come you don't see any of that!?"

That sets him off.

"You think I am crazy?!" Rick argues, stepping closer. "The world... no, the UNIVERSE is crazier- It will not let us love!"

"Rick, please... don't shift the blame-"

"You don't get it! You don't understand the universe like I do. The universe could take you away easily! Especially with that other fucking Rick out there who killed Diane!"

Rick lets the past fall out of his mouth... stunning you into silence. The relationship only hurt the two of you now. But Rick would rather deal with that than be alone again....

"... is that what this is about?" You ask mostly to yourself. "That doesn't excuse shit. That just makes you a hypocrite!"

"Yeah, I'll accept that." Rick shrugs. "Doesn't change the fact you loved me at one point. I was protecting you! I was leaving no trace so HE couldn't find you! It was all for the best!"

You stop talking and look away. You don't react when he embraces you. He doesn't force anything... he just holds you in silence. There's no point in fighting.

You aren't sure if what Rick's saying is true... yet you'll never forgive him either way.

You just wish you never hooked up in the first place... you wish you were at home in your dimension... you just want to be normal again.

"... I'm sure you'll love me again someday...."

[thewalkingwillowtree]

His Fierce Flower

Series Part Listing Found Here

BF2L, Slow Burn - Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Neteyam and Enyu, childhood best friends are both obliviously in love with each other. This is their story.

Important to note before reading:

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam is 22.

En'yuna or Enyu for short (pronounced as N Yunna or N U), is my own creation.

Full recognition, rights and credit is given to the owners of Avatar.

~

PART 2 - The Nap

“Go flying with me tonight,” bossed Neteyam as he swaggered into the tent that Enyu shared with five other unmated Na’vi females- like he owned it. 

The tent was wide with a high ceiling and a large, round eating/work table in the middle. Six beds lined the walls of the interior- three hammocks and three comfortably constructed bed rolls. 

Lit with a combination of human and Na’vi constructed lamps scattered around the area, each female decorated their little quarter to their liking. Some were neat and tidy- like hers was, and others- like F’valii, had items thrown about haphazardly. 

Suffice to say, Enyu still wasn’t used to sharing the space with so many females her age, it had been an adjustment to say the least.

The one perk she had was that her bed roll was situated in the rounded left corner of the tent. She was quite lucky to have gotten the more secluded spot, having only moved in two years ago, after her grandmother passed.

Kwalaani, the previous tenant, had been newly mated then and insisted on giving the space to her. The older Na’vi, five years her senior, was part of her Harvest group and Enyu was extremely grateful for her generosity. 

She didn’t own very much. Aside from her bed, she had a small wood crafted chest- a housewarming gift that Jake and the boys built for her, which she used to store her extra loincloths, hair beads and trinkets she’d collected over the years. And she had her harvest satchel- her most prized possession. 

At the moment, she was sitting at the table, sewing together a new and intricate top to wear to an upcoming ceremony. 

Responding to Neteyam’s demand, without looking up from her task, she said, “I can’t. I’m watching Tuk for your parents tonight, remember? It’s date night and may I remind you as well, you haven't been cleared to fly yet. Your wound is still healing, so don’t even think about going on your own.” 

“Why can’t Lo’ak or Kiri do it this once?” he complained while flinging himself onto her nest of a bed, stretching out on his stomach, his ears twitching irritably. 

At his question, she raised her brows at him as if saying, “Really?’

“Fine. Okay. Okay, but mom is going to have to learn to trust them again after what happened last time, one of these days. And my back is fine thank you. Grandmother says I can come by tomorrow to remove the stitches.” 

“I’ll go flying with you, Neteyam,” cooed a sultry voice.

Väriä, one of her roommates, was a beautiful Na’vi with long, shiny hair. Willowy and glowing in confidence, Enyu could see why many either envied or admired the gorgeous woman. 

Although living with her for some time now, Enyu didn’t really know her well. Truthfully, she got the feeling that Väriä didn't like her much. Yet, she sure seemed to love it whenever a certain someone came by to visit Enyu. 

The moment he was around, Väriä would appear. It was always the same routine too… She always laughed at his jokes- whether she was part of the conversation or not. Always twirled her hair, always batted her lashes, always offered him food. And Enyu didn’t know why, but seeing her with Neteyam always seemed to make her a bit nauseous- or maybe it was just gas, she told Kiri once.  

“Um, well that’s okay, thanks. I think I’ll go another time,” said Neteyam in a neutral tone, unlike the one he'd just been using. 

“But you just sai-” 

“I’m helping Enyu anyway with Tuk. She can be a real handful sometimes,” he joked-part lied. Tuk was a sweetheart- at least whenever Enyu took care of her.

Väriä looked sour at his rejection, then turned back to combing her hair and Enyu tried not to seem too pleased, eyes still locked on her craft.

“I haven’t seen you in forever, Flower!” whined Neteyam quietly so her roommate wouldn’t hear him.

“What do you mean? You saw me this morning,” she yawned.

“Yeah. But that was only for like a seco-”

“I had breakfast with you and your family, ‘Teyam.” 

“Yeah, and the entire time you and Kiri talked about Spider!” 

She laughed at him, eyes glued to the moving needle between her fingers.  “You exaggerate, ‘Tey, but come on, you know he’s completing his Iknimaya in two days' time. It’s daunting and exciting and your sister worries. So what if that’s what we talked about.” 

“Mmm, well then what’s your excuse now? Huh?” He stretched his leg out and nudged her knee with his big toe. “I'm bored and injured and you aren’t even paying attention to me right now,” he pouted childishly. 

Dropping her sewing with an amused huff, she crawled over to her bed and looked at him with an exaggerated expression. 

He smiled prettily at the attention. “Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” she replied. 

“Ugh.” 

Enyu heard Väriä’s scoff then the sound of the tent’s flap as the woman waltz right out, leaving her and Neteyam alone.

“Huh,” she murmured.   

“What is it?” 

“I guess Lo’ak was right.” 

“About what?” he questioned distractedly, sitting up and pulling her onto the roll with him. 

Neteyam seemed very impatient for her attention today- not that she was complaining. She loved spending time with her best friend. He’d get like this sometimes, she noticed, and she often wondered whether it was as a result of him being the eldest of a big family. 

“He said that, “we sure know how to clear out a room” whatever that means.” She shuffled around trying to get comfortable next to him, accidentally squishing his tail.

Her bed was not suited for Neteyam who was much too long and wide in stature- and it was much less suited for two adult Na’vi. He didn't seem to mind though. 

“Okay, okay. You have all my attention now. What do you want to do- that’s not flying or will cause your stitches to tear?”

He seemed to think about it for a second before responding. “For the record, I just want you to know that you are no fun. But, hmm. I am feeling a bit tired. A short nap will do, I guess.”

“A nap?” 

Confused, she watched him lean over to drag the small privacy screen that Lo’ak had built her in his free time- to hide them a bit better. Then without warning, he rolled them around, draping her across his torso, one hand behind his head, the other slipping around her waist. 

She squeaked at his manhandling while he closed his eyes contentedly. “Wait, ‘Tey your wound is-” 

“Is fine, Flower. Stop fretting.” His tail tightened around her thigh to stop her from squirming away.

“I didn’t agree to a nap though!” she exclaimed petulantly. 

“You asked what I wanted us to do and this is what I want. Plus, aren't you tired?”

“Pfft, no,” she said, sounding almost believable. 

He pinched her thigh. “Liar. I heard you tell my parents this morning that you didn’t sleep well last night because there was an infestation in one of the storage tents and you had to stay up to help clean it out. And all you’ve done is yawn since I’ve gotten here.”  

Silence. 

“Why so quiet all of a sudden, Enyu?” he taunted knowingly.

She hissed and nipped him on the chin to which he gave her another playful pinch.  Rolling her eyes and giving up, she placed her head down- her check smushing into his neck as she snuggled closer.

“Fine, you win. I am a bit tired and I'll need my energy for Tuk tonight. Not too long a nap though, okay?”

Hiding his triumphant smile into her hair, he said, "Whatever you want, Flower, whatever you want.” 

~ 

“Okay, now remember what I taught you. Inhale with the drawback- no, you’re hunching your shoulders again. Great, now line up... Aim... Breathe... Aaaand- release.”

In one fluid movement, the arrow sailed through the air and met its target.

“I did it… I can’t believe I actually did it! Lo’ak! I hit the target! Did you see that?”

He laughed at her enthusiasm from his seat on a thick tree root. “I sure did, good job, Tiny. Pretty soon you’ll be better than this skxawng here,” he said, lightly kicking Spider who was sprawled out on the grass at his feet.

“Yeah yeah yeah. That was her first hit in like what- two hundred tries? And isn’t this your third lesson with Lo’ak? You need a better teacher Enyu, he’s holding you back,” teased Spider who then hissed in pain after getting another kick from his friend- harder this time.

He lazily sat up. “Wait, why did you ask Lo’ak to teach you again? Isn’t Neteyam the one with the most experience?”

Lo’ak scowled at him. “Only because he was born two years earlier. I’m just as good.”

Eynu laughed at the bickering two and walked over to join them. “You’re a very good teacher, Lo', don’t listen to him.” 

It was a nice day out, and the trio had taken advantage of the perfect weather by going down to the edge of the forest at the base of the Hallelujah Mountains, for target practice.

“But regarding your question, I just didn’t want to hear ‘Tey say “I told you so,” and be all smug about it.” 

Spider raised an eyebrow as if asking her to elaborate.

“He’s been wanting Kiri and me to learn how to wield a weapon for years now. Keeps going on and on about how we should be able to “protect ourselves.” Of course there’s also the whole lecture about the RDA and the first war and did I mention he gave me a knife as a present last year? He’s not exactly subtle. And yes- I know he’s right about the whole ordeal- I see you two watching me. So yeah, now that I’ve changed my mind about the whole “protecting myself thing,” I could really do without a scolding. Plus it’d be nice to surprise him with my new skill.” 

After a few more rounds, they relaxed and lazed about on the grass, enjoying the cool breeze and the sweet and spicy fruit she’d brought along with her.

“Hey Enyu,” Spider said hesitantly, “you and Kiri talk all the time, right?” 

“Yeah. Why?”

“Nothing. Never mind… Okay well it’s just- has she mentioned anything about- about...” he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Is this about your Iknimaya tomorrow? About what comes after?” 

He swallowed and nodded in response.

“Has she said anything at all? Or if I should do anything? We’ve talked, but she hasn’t given me a definite answer.”

It was tradition that after completing Iknimaya- which was the dangerous process of claiming and taming your ikran, the successor would then be eligible to choose a mate. 

“Oh Spider,” she sighed, shuffling closer to pat his arm consolingly. 

She thought back to the conversations she and Kiri had had discussing said topic. Kiri had told her all about her deep connection with Eywa. The poor girl was confused and still trying to figure out what it all meant. She wasn’t ready to settle down any time soon.

“You know she wants that more than anything. She loves you! It's just that - she’s a little lost right now, still trying to find herself. She’s not ready for that big leap yet… Are you okay with waiting until she is?”

He bowed his head and nodded but when he faced her again, he had a stupid dreamy gin on his face. “I’d wait forever for Kiri. I love her.” 

“Ugh! Bleh, barf! Enough already. Can we change the topic now? I really don’t wanna hear about my sister and this moron anymore,” Lo’ak grumbled, but he gave his friend a sympathetic shove. 

“Is this what you two idiots do all day? Lie around doing nothing?” Neteyam teased in a serious tone to Spider and Lo’ak when he walked into the clearing he found them in. 

The boys spewed back their own jibes at him, and of course they went ignored since his attention fell on Enyu immediately after. 

“I’ve been looking for you for ages, Flower.”

“Hey, how did the hunt go?” she asked, smiling up at him.

“It was okay,” he replied softly, poking her toe with his own while side-eyeing her closeness to Spider. 

Noticing Neteyam's expression and feeling a bit mischievous, Spider leaned in even closer to Enyu and whispered a nonsensical joke in her ear whilst grinning up at the eldest Sully deviously.

“You’re playing with fire, you skxawng, he’s going to kill you if you don’t stop,” Lo’ak muttered with a grin, when he realized what his friend was doing. 

Enyu was oblivious though- distracted and laughing at Spider’s stupid joke. 

Neteyam’s jaw ticked. He swiftly dived and sat himself between the two of them- purposely digging his elbow into Spider’s side to shove him further away- uncaring over the fact that he was most definitely being immature. 

The two boys howled with laughter at his antics but again, he ignored them. 

“I'm worried about your taste in company today, Enyu.” 

“Hey!” They both yelled indignantly. 

Enyu chuckled. ‘Eywa, these males could be such a handful sometimes’.

“It's your brother and your friend too, 'Teyam. Plus I like hanging out with them,” she said, reaching up to fix one of his braids that had come loose.

“See, she loves us more than you, dummy,” his brother teased. 

They stayed out in the clearing for the remainder of the afternoon, soaking up the good weather as they had fun telling tales and jokes until they all had tears in their eyes from laughing too much. 

With Lo’ak and Spider lost in some petty debate, Enyu shuffled closer into her best friend’s side. “You got your stitches out,” she whispered, reaching around him to lightly trace the scar left. 

He shivered from her touch and wished she did it again.

“Yeah. I stopped by my grandmother before coming here." Leaning further into her space so the other two wouldn’t hear, he asked, "So, since I’m all cleared now, do you want to go flying with me tonight?”  

With the biggest grin on her face she nodded eagerly. “I’d love to.” 

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Eeep! I'm so glad to see that you guys like the first part. Thank you so much for your likes and sweet comments. Currently editing Part 3.

I'm sorry if there were any errors.

Please let me know if you like it!

Take care for now.

[mariabtsos]

One That I Want ||m.yg|| – Chapter 8: 10 Cents

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Description: It is summer of 1956, and leader of the T-Birds Yoongi is working at a food joint at the beach to make extra money over the summer, when he meets a pretty girl. They start a summer fling that unfortunately had to come to end, but an unexpected turn of events will bring them back together.

Genre: 1950s au, angst, fluff, some smut, Greaser!Yoongi x Square/Goody-Two-Shoes!OC.

TW: underage drinking and smoking, sexual content, violence, misogyny (it’s the 1950s so peak macho man era).

Word Count: 1.3k+

Meanwhile, the T-birds were trying to encourage their leader to call for his girl. But what would Yoongi even say? "I'm sorry for lying to you, but I wanted to protect my reputation as a greaser and player?" He knew she wouldn’t take him seriously.

"Come on hyung, didn't you wanna talk to her?" Namjoon asked him.

"You know what, I changed my mind, this was a dumb idea."

"Well then how about you call for her Jiminie?" Hoseok giggled, taking a swig from his beer. And the youngest wasted no time, getting up on the seat and reciting what he could remember from his drama class a few years back.

"Oh, Lottie, wherefore art thou Lo-" he was interrupted by Yoongi punching and slapping him, eventually pulling on his jacket so he would sit down.

Kim and Nayeon went up to the window. "Is it the guys?" Jiyoon asked, "it is! They can't come up here, my folks would kill me if I had any boys up in my room," Nayeon said.

"Hey Joon!" Kim greeted the second in command flirtatiously. "Hey! You wanna get down here?!" He asked her.

"Sure, but get rid of all your friends," she smiled, seeing the cat-eyed boy there, she wanted to rub a little salt on the wound, Lottie didn’t like her anyway, "that includes you Min!" She called for him.

He chuckled sarcastically, "good, sloppy seconds ain't my style," he yelled back. Hearing Yoongi's voice made Lottie's heart skip a beat, and gosh she hated herself for that. Kim, on the other hand felt a bit offended, did she sleep around? Maybe, but she wasn't sloppy seconds.

"So, what are you goin' to do flog your log?"

"I've done worse," he deadpanned, getting out of the car to walk home, "have fun, Namjoonah," he patted his best friend's shoulder and walked away. The aforementioned nodded and looked back up at the window where his girl was. "I'm still here!"

And as much as Kim felt bitter, she decided getting Yoongi's attention was the dumbest thing she could, she had guys lining up, begging for chance, she wasn't going to let herself be held back by anyone, Yoongi could keep the goody two shoes foreigner if he wanted to. She walked away from the window and walked to the chair where she had set down her stuff.

"You lot are too square for my taste," she said, putting on her shorts and shoes, "I'm gonna go get my kicks on while I still can," she took a quick look in the mirror and fixed her hair quickly.

"What are you gonna do?" Nayeon took a hold of Kim's arm, "Shimmy down the drain pipe?"

Kim smirked, not bothering to reply as she carefully made her way down said drain pipe to Nayeon's horror, she watched her friend get in the car with Namjoon, Kim gave one more glance at the window where she saw her friend had already disappeared into the house.

Namjoon began driving off, his right arm resting behind Kim’s shoulders, the aforementioned stole a couple of glances at the handsome young man, a smirk adorning his face. Through the years, Kim had always kept an eye on Namjoon, even before both groups had risen through the ranks, he had always been an intriguing case, she had caught him more than once reading poetry books, or the occasional sea creature encyclopedias. Namjoon on the other hand, hadn’t really paid any mind to Kim until this summer, after Yoongi had broken things off with her, they had a short little fling, and afterwards would still flirtatious glances, and compliments, he couldn’t have been happier when his best friend had told him to have fun, an indirect greenlight for him to go after Kim.

Once they got to lover’s lane, it didn’t take long for them to talk a bit more, discussing things they usually wouldn’t with their friends, until they started what the place was most frequented for, necking. The pretty view of Seoul long forgotten as Namjoon trailed kissed up and down Kim’s neck, the latter huffing and letting small moans come out of her. Hands trailed other places, the intentions behind what they were going to be doing more and more clear.

“God Kim, you are so good baby,” Namjoon groaned after she had been sucking along his neck while calming him through his jeans.

“Call me by my first name,” she requested.

“Um…” Namjoon drew a blank as he continued kissing her neck. How had her name not come up in conversation, wasn't Kim her first name? People called her that so much it was easy to assume it was.

“Jennie,” she pushed him off momentarily, a bit flushed from embarrassment and a lot from what they were doing prior to this kerfuffle.

“Jennie-ah” he said softly as he went back to attacking her neck, the way he said her name made Kim feel a fluttering in her stomach, he made it sound like a beautiful secret.

“Hey baby, you got something?” She sighed, not needing or wanting any ankle biters right now. Namjoon chuckled, moving away slightly so that he could dig in his back pocket.

“My 10 cent insurance policy,” he said as he pulled out the foil packet, starting to tear it open so they could get on with it, “Ooo, a big spender huh?” Jennie giggled as she stretched, grateful that they had moved to the back seat once their make out got more heated.

Namjoon, however, looked like a kid who had their candy taken away, he looked up to Jennie and her little smile dropped, “it broke.”

“What?! What'd ya mean it broke?” She asked in disbelief.

Namjoon sheepishly chuckled as he rubbed his neck, “I bought it in the 7th grade, when we first got that lesson on diseases?” He explained, “but I never used it because my older brother told me pulling out is better.”

“Jeez, then I'm shocked you ain't got a little one by now,” she said slightly annoyed, she had really wanted for this to happen.

Even if she known as someone “fast” she had always been safe, since there wasn't a way for her to protect herself, she made sure her lovers could, and now that was out of the question. The thing was… Namjoon was different, she'd known him forever! He was something she wanted and she wanted him bad.

“What the hell,” she got right back into necking, it took Namjoon a second to react, surprised at first, but he kissed her back in no time, this will happen she told herself; Namjoon had started to unbutton her plum colored blouse when the car was hit.

Needless to say Namjoon was pissed.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” He turned and yelled, finding Jaebeom in the driver's seat and Jackson in the back, both of their chicks sitting next to them.

“You need to learn how to read Namjoon-ah, that right there says no parking zone,” Jaebeom chuckled in a condescending tone.

“The whole place is a no parking-zone you damn nosebleed.” Namjoon's jaw was locked, and Kim could see his tongue against his cheek, “You're gonna pay me back for this!” His back bumper was loose and his rear light glass broken.

Jackson and Jaebeom looked at each other and laughed. “We'll give 10 cents for the entire thing, including your chick,” Jackson winked at Kim before they drove off, laughing loudly at the couple. Namjoon looked even angrier, and if she hadn't been insulted just then, she's sure we would've flipped her lid and came just from the sight alone.

After a minute or two of Namjoon huffing and puffing, Kim decided she still wanted her world rocked, “I don't know ‘bout you, but my motor's still runnin’” she smirked, and they got right back to it.

[icanseethefuture333]

What is the dynamic between soloist Somi and Mingyu? Some knets speculating they are dating or maybe having a fling after her party

The connection between Somi & Mingyu.

How does Somi feel about Mingyu?:

I believe Mingyu was someone Somi had a crush on before in the past and now her feelings for him are coming back to the surface. I feel that she feels very conflicted right now. Mingyu could be in a relationship with another woman and that is preventing her from being able to confess how she feels. Somi doesn't like to feel like the other woman and even though she's trying to move on from her feelings for him, she can't help but feel drawn towards him. "Ah~ I'm stupid🥺😭." This is something that makes her emotional to talk about. Somi could have liked him for a while now? Maybe since she was young? Her dad disapproves of this relationship with him. Oh wow, so Somi's dad didn't want her to be with him because he feels Mingyu would interfere with her success. The age gap was a concern as well. Her father could have also not wanted her to be sexually intimate with Mingyu and told her this 💀 Somi has the tendecy to be "boy crazy" or fall in and out love very quickly. So because her dad saw her heart broken before, he's protective of her, although, I can also see that he heavily relies on his daughter to help support the family financially. So from a business standpoint, he can be controlling at times and pushes her to get over what she's feeling so she can get back to work. (Channeled song: Love Story by Taylor Swift) Despite what people think of her dating history, Somi feels like Mingyu could be a true love for her. She wishes she could of told him about how she felt sooner.

How does Mingyu feel about Somi?:

(Channeled song: Next Lifetime by Erykah Badu). Mingyu could also feel what's happening in this connection and feels attracted to Somi. He could also like how free Somi is when expressing herself. He wishes for freedom himself right now and is no longer wanting to be tied down by this person he's currently in a relationship with. Mingyu could of signed an NDA possibly? Or some sort of legally binding contract. This person he's dating won't hesitate to sue him if he breaks the contract. Maybe she's famous? Or works for a famous company? I'm getting that she's a older woman or she has a sensual image. Mingyu is reflecting on his current relationship and how he feels about Somi. Mingyu feels like it's too late for him and Somi to try to be with each other. He's not as willing to fight for this relationship as much as she is, but is open to the idea of the possibility of them being together. Mingyu is most likely going to split from his current partner soon but he doesn't want to jump from this relationship into another. He just wants to have fun and enjoy his youth, similar to Jungkook's energy for his "Seven" promotions.

What is the dynamic between them?:

They have a past life connection and they were meant to meet again in this lifetime as well. I feel like they aren't supposed to be together and if they do date, it will only be short term. Somi and Mingyu are supposed to learn from each other, to grow from this connection. They both acknowledge that they are special to each other. Somi and Mingyu will treasure their relationship and the memories they had made even when they no longer see each other. This connection is very bittersweet.

What will happen for Somi? Will she find someone else to fall in love with?:

So it's gonna take for Somi to date Mingyu to actually get over him. Once she tries to be with him in a more serious and committed relationship. Somi is gonna see that they aren't as compatible as she thought they would be. She could decide to end the relationship on her own terms and realizes her self worth or what she wants in a partner. Somi will meet someone closer to her age or a few years younger. She could get married to him in the future and start a family. So Somi will get her happy ending :)!

What will happen for Mingyu?

Once they break up, Mingyu could feel embarrassed or wonder what he did to make Somi break up with him. He's going to miss her once she leaves. She will teach him a valuable lesson. I think they are both karmic soulmates for each other. It will take some time for Mingyu to be interested in dating again. He could meet someone online? Either by social media or through a dating app. This person is his type. She could be similar to the older woman he dated as in having dark hair or a seductive presence but she will be close to his age or younger than him. Mingyu will remember what Somi taught him and he will be finally be prepared to meet his romantic soulmate.

[zestyaahbutler]

Post some of your Arthur x Amulya headcanons, girl *cracks that whip*

Ack! As you wish homie

ARTHUR AND AMMY HEADCANONS

Amulya never really expected to fall for Arthur. As mentioned in the lore post, she never took Arthur’s incessant flirting seriously at first. It took a couple of tries for her to accept going on a date with him. She originally only thought of their relationship as a short fling on both of their ends.

Arthur did fall for her during their first chat but never thought about marriage till the final week of his trip. It was a last minute decision were he proposed to her in a pretty passionate way. He had taken her out for the entire day, shopping, food, and visiting anything that seemed interesting. That day he only asked that he was able to spoil her to which she finally accepted after pushing back on anything expensive. At the end he told her he wanted to give her that experience every day if it meant he’d have her by his side. Flattered, Ammy said that she loved the date but loved his company even more.

Arthur would ask her if she would like to go with him on his trip back to England to start their life together.

Ammy’s engagement ring was a sapphire ring. A big fancy ring because she’s the jewel of his eye and heart.

Arthur Hellsing is a chronic workaholic. One that looks as if he could never run out of energy till he lays his head down on his desk and is suddenly sleeping like he is about to hibernate for 5 months. Same with in the bed, he sleeps like a log. It’s rare that he lets himself rest. It’s something Ammy had to get used to but she does chastise him about overexerting himself.

Amulya sleeps very differently. She moves a ton in her sleep and wakes up with her hair fluffed up to high ends. Arthur always found it fun to wake to see her with her in the oddest positions, maybe even a limb sticking off the bed. He also definitely loved how her bed head made her look.

She actually pulled strings to take him on surprise vacations to get him away from work. She’d often visit him throughout the day to check on him. It always brightened his day to see her poke her head in. These breaks often lead to Arthur not being available for meetings or consulting over decisions because he became busy doing something else. (Ooh la la )

Arthur prefers drinking Chai tea over any other kind. He became so used to Amulya making it that it became almost routine to drink it. Otherwise he preferred a glass of whiskey/scotch much to his kidneys and her dismay.

Arthur was always very excited to celebrate her birthday. It usually came with a big party, all kinds of food, and likely a big vacation to another country. America, Japan, Brazil, Italy, and Turkey to name some.

Arthur is a big endorser of her fashion sense. He always encouraged her to pick out whatever she felt great in. He is an eccentric man who enjoys having his very happy wife in a funky pair of tights. She’d usually give him a small fashion show if she had gone out shopping when she gets home.

Arthur is little spoon. Big powerful military organization leader loves to be tenderly cuddled by his very short wife.

He also cannot handle spices very well. When Amulya does cook, she’ll usually make two batches, one normal one for herself and the other for Arthur that is very mild.

Despite her being mostly vegetarian, Arthur does eat meat around her. She doesn’t mind of course. Only when he has steak. Then she is side eyeing him. Even more when he teases her to try it.

Amulya put in a couch in Arthur’s office when Integra was a baby. She’d usually take Integra there to spend the day while Arthur worked.

NSFW

Ladies and gentlepeople, you already know their sex life was pretty damn alive. Arthur was very much the same as he was in his youth.

He is on the more vanilla side but still a passionate lover. They’re both very eager to please each other

Arthur has had her put on the female Hellsing uniform for him at least once. Plenty of other costumes too

[yourfellowhuman07]

Medical Practices

A She-Ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction

Hordak have never been to a doctor in his life, nor did he want to; however, after some convincing, he agreed. They know nothing about his illness nor how to treat it, so they need the advice of a professional. Now he and Entrapta are traveling to a doctor's office on a nearby planet, all the while King Micah is reluctantly chaperoning.

*Part Two to Where Do We Go Know?*

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I am very sorry this fic hasn't been updated in a while. Like Alliance of the Heart, I got bored with what needed to happen for the story to progress, but I persisted. Sorry for how short this chapter is. Maybe in the future, I'll go back and edit this, but I hope you enjoy what I have now.

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Chapter 5: Upgrades

Hordak’s nerves seemed to calm as Darla approached the Crypto Castle gates. Even after his talk with Micah, he still felt an uneasiness in his presence. He knew he still hated him. Which is warranted. Giving Hordak all the more reason to get Angella out of that stupid space between dimensions.

The door hissed open and Entrapta and Hordak descended to the ground.

“Get home safe, Micah!” Entrapta called out.

“Thank you, Entrapta.” He turned his head to Hordak. “I wish you both well.”

Hordak knew what Micah was implying. A silent reminder of his promise.

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“Alright, so I’ve already had some ideas about your new exoskeleton,” Entrapta shouted, flying around the lab and pulling up multiple files on her large monitors. She sat on a swivel chair and looked at her lab partner. “But, I want to hear your thoughts first.”

“I suppose,” Hordak paused, not used to detailing what he wanted, and even less used to requesting anything regarding his comfort. “I would like something I can comfortably wear under my clothing, as well as something that would give me a wider range of mobility. Furthermore, I just- I just want to look normal.” He replied, defeated as his fists balled up into his pants.

“It’s whatever you want. This is all for you.” She gave him a small smile. “How about this?” She rose from her seat and used her hair to fling her to a wooden crate in the corner. Hordak approached her as she pushed the lid aside.

“A while back some of the Dryllian Labs created this extremely durable nylon.” She handed a sample to Hordak. “It is supposed to be cut and heat resistant as well as hold up well to blunt force trauma.” Hordak fidgeted with the black nylon in his hand, watching it bend and flex with little resistance. It was made of little pieces of nylon locked together, giving a look similar to chainmail. “Factories have been recently using it to cover the moving parts of heavy machinery. Giving the employees a safer working environment. I’ve been looking to use it in one of my inventions, and this would be the perfect place to test it.” She explained, her eyes lighting up in excitement, causing Hordak’s face to soften.

“You are far too kind to me.”

“Correction,” she raised herself to his eye level, “I love you, and I love to do favors for the people I care about.” She placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Now come on, we need to get started.” She wrapped a tendril of hair around a stunned Hordak and dragged him over to a large monitor.

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The couple spent the rest of the day and partly into the night tirelessly working on the new exoskeleton. Once again they gained the smooth and fluid workflow they created in the Fright Zone.

Most of their time was dedicated to the design aspects. How should it be proportioned? How to organize the wiring? How to power it? All questions that required a considerable amount of thought.

After much thought, the couple determined a shape proportionate to the rest of Hordak’s large body. The armor covered the ports along his arms, upper back, and neck. Because of the flexible nature of the nylon, it gave Hordak a much wider range of motion than the mostly metal exoskeletons could not; furthermore, the flexibility of the armor let it slip on like a shrug that clipped in the back. Regrettably, they couldn’t use the original crystal from the old armor. After many interactions with Catra resulted in the crystal getting ripped out, the couple decided on an internal power source.

Once the design was finalized, the actual construction flew by. The armor was constructed using an amalgamation of the first one's tech, Prime tech, and tech from the original skeleton all warped in the black nylon. 

After the construction was finally complete, Hordak tried it on and breathed a sigh of relief. He breathed as the power of the suit coursed through his veins. It fit perfectly and hugged his skin like a leather glove. He made small circles with his shoulders to gauge his mobility as he fought back a smile. He turned his head toward his beloved who was sitting on a seat of her own hair as she smiled at him.

“Would you like to see what else I have for you?”

“What else do you have for me?”

“One sec.” She disappeared into a darker part of the lab followed by the sound of rustling. After a moment, she reemerged holding something in her hand.

“I know you struggle to remember to eat and drink so I thought you would need something to remind you.” She fastened a device to Hordak’s wrist. “I designed this watch to sync to your armor, so when you are dehydrated or hungry it will tell you. It also has the ability to do anything a regular data pad can do. Like calls, messages, etc.” She explained as she tapped the watch, pulling up a green holographic screen. “Also, when we get your medications in, I can program reminders for those in too. And yes, it is made with first one's tech.”

“Ho- How did you find time for this?” He asked as every ounce of willpower fought back the urge to cry.

“Oh, I’ve been working on it for a while. It’s no big deal. Do you like i-” Entrapta’s question was cut off by Hordak suddenly wrapping his arms around her midsection and squeezing her tightly against his chest.

“Thank you so much, Princess.” He thanked into her neck. He turned his head to give her a kiss on her flushed cheek as he squeezed her even tighter. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“You are welcome, Hordak.” She breathed out as her arms and hair hugged him back. 

The couple stayed like that for a long time, neither wanting to let the other go.

[davyjoneslockr]

For the headcanon thing: Mista 😎

(For this)

Sorry this took so long, I've been busy but I'm working on answering all the stuff in my ask box so don’t worry :]

Headcanon A:  realistic

Okay maybe not ~super~ realistic but whatever. He was raised by nuns. He was the product of a very short-lived fling between his mother, an immigrant, and his father, The Entire Horse himself. He was born after his father left, and his mother died due to health complications soon after - having no family in Italy, and worried at the prospect of her son growing up as an orphan without moral guidance, she arranged to have him taken in by the convent of the Catholic church she attended.

This had both good and bad impacts on Mista. He quickly came to love the women raising him as his family, and he found comfort in both the reliable structure of day-to-day life and in his faith, which he carries with him into adulthood. At the same time, being raised in such a strongly Catholic environment while having undiagnosed OCD did not always mix well, especially when he got intrusive thoughts, or developed maladaptive beliefs tied to religion ("God will hate me if I do X arbitrary thing," "I will be divinely punished if I don't do Y compulsive action," etc).

Eventually, it gets to be too much, and he decides to run away in his mid teens. For a while, he thought about returning, but going to prison and joining Bucciarati's gang took him in a different direction. While he claims he doesn't need to go back now, since he has a new family who he loves more than anything, there's a part of him that's afraid to go back. After everything he's done since leaving, he's not sure he'd be able to face the women who raised him - people he'd considered unbreakably virtuous and pure. He doesn't let it show, but deep down, he struggles with a lot of good old Catholic Guilt.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Likewise maybe this is actually realistic but I don't care it's funny. He's a stoner. He goes behind Bucciarati's back and uses his Epic Mafia Connections to buy weed. Probably makes his own edibles, which he has to hide from Bruno in increasingly ridiculous ways. "Yeah no Bucciarati don't worry I always keep cookies in my sock drawer. It's uh. So the others can't steal them y'know. No you can't have one. Why does it smell bad in here? It's uh. Giorno turned my shoe into a skunk earlier. Yeah he does that a lot. That's a normal thing he does. Please leave now."

Narancia's also a stoner on the same level (love wins <3) and Fugo will partake occasionally if it's with them. A lot of their dumbest debates start this way, because Mista is convinced that he is super smart and philosophical when he's high (he's not) and he always raises the most fake deep questions ever. They try to listen to music together while they’re high, but they always end up arguing because Fugo wants to listen to Are You Experienced or Surrealistic Pillow or something, while Mista’s weed music is just like. Jimmy Buffett and The Beach Boys. If it's just him and Narancia, they usually end up cuddling and rambling to each other until they decide some word or phrase is funny. They will then just sit and say it over and over, echoing each other, and giggling like idiots until they fall asleep snuggled together.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Okay if you’ve seen at least one (1) of my posts before you’ll know this but. Mista takes a long time to recover from the events of Vento Aureo.

For starters, his relationship with Giorno is basically shattered. Even though he initially saw him as a younger brother figure, he loses all trust in him after discovering Bucciarati’s body, and he truly, genuinely hates him for a long time afterwards. He doesn’t bother caring for someone who showed him no sympathy in the aftermath of his loved ones’ deaths, and it’s only his desire for stability that keeps him loyal to his cause. They do make up eventually, but it takes years, and while they’re polite with each other, they’re never quite friends again.

He fights with Fugo a lot when he returns, too, but unlike with Giorno, they eventually rekindle their friendship. In fact, it’s arguably stronger now, after they’ve lost nearly everyone they loved. It’s always haunting, though, when they’re alone together, and there’s an ever-present void, an empty space that another person used to fill. Still, they lean on each other - and even though it stings when Fugo and Giorno fall in love, Mista grins and bears it. At least Fugo gets to have a happy ending.

Mista, on the other hand, doesn’t. He goes through a number of flings, hooks up with people here and there, but he never falls in love again after Narancia dies. He keeps telling himself he needs to get over it - what kind of person can’t get over the equivalent of their high school sweetheart? - but his mind, subtly or unsubtly, is always fixated on the way he loved him. He finds that the romantic comedies he used to love are hard to watch, nowadays; even if it’s just a movie, it’s painful seeing something that had once been so close, but is now far, far from his reach.

He grieves, and he processes his trauma, and he grows to live with it, eventually. But he’s never the same carefree, jovial person he used to be.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Listen. I’m sick of seeing fanart where he’s a generic white skinny anime boy with short straight hair and a six pack. The Mista who lives in my head has textured curls and body/facial hair and is a little chubby and I’ll never change my mind on that.

Oh also y’know all that stuff I said about Narancia being dead? Yeah fuck that. They live in Mista’s apartment together and eventually they buy a house in the countryside, and it’s disorganized and cluttered but it’s their home. They play their music loud and dance together in the kitchen, and they grow old and love each other even more as the years go by. I don’t know if they’d have a kid, but if they did, I could see them having a son, and Mista would sing to him every night, and they’d frantically call each other into the room so they could watch his first steps, or hear his first word, or see something he built out of toy blocks. They’d be the coolest uncles to Fugio daughter also. Idk man they just deserved to find peace and happiness I think.