#next thing is a het move again just watch

[woso-dreamzzz]

Breakfast V

Ellie Carpenter x Daniëlle van de Donk x Child!Reader

Summary: You get hurt

Ellie didn't know what could constitute picking you up from Lindsey's in the middle of date night but all she knew was one minute she was going to the bathroom and the next Daan was running in saying that they had to leave.

You're in tears when she and Daan get there, sitting on Lindsey's sofa as you sob.

You've got one hell of a black eye. It was practically swelled shut and you were cradling your right wrist, keeping it close to your body as you cry.

"Mamma," You cry, reaching out your good hand for Daan," Het doet pijn (it hurts)."

Ellie has no idea what you're saying but she gets the general gist of it as Daan inspects you.

"What the hell happened?!" She demands.

"She slipped!" Lindsey replies, throwing her arms up as if to defend herself," Down the stairs! It was an accident!"

Ellie wants to scream at Lindsey for not watching you properly but settles on bringing the first aid kit over to Daan so she could wrap your wrist.

It doesn't look too bad, just a little sensitive but Ellie still knows you'll be going straight to the doctor tomorrow morning to get it checked out properly.

She knows you're okay (at least, she knows that it's not worth a hospital visit) but it doesn't stop Ellie from shoulder checking Lindsey on the way out.

Daan sits in the back with you on the way home and you curl into her so easily that Ellie imagines that's what you used to do when you were younger and still living in London.

You're exclusively speaking Dutch as well which is something Ellie barely has a grasp on besides the basics.

Frankly, this is all freaking her out. Not your injuries, Ellie can deal with that but just how distraught and emotional you are. She's never seen you like this before, curled up on Daan's lap like the little kid you actually are.

You wipe your nose on Daan's shirt and she doesn't even blink, gently stroking your back and whispering to you in equally soft Dutch.

"Mijn oog doet pijn en mijn pols (my eye hurts and my wrist)," You say as Daan inspects you again.

Your eye is looking better now that you've gotten home and kept an ice pack pressed against it. The swelling has mostly gone down so you can open and close it again but it's still turning a purplish colour.

Your wrist didn't seem sprained or broken either, just sensitive so hopefully sleeping in the bandage tonight will stave off the worst of it and the trip to the doctors will confirm that.

"Sorry dat ik date night onderbrak (sorry for interrupting date night)."

Mamma just shakes her head, pulling you even closer to her. "Nee, verontschuldig je niet. Het was een ongeluk. Je hoeft je nergens voor te verontschuldigen (no, don't apologise. It was an accident. You have nothing to apologise for)."

You don't quite believe her but Mamma doesn't lie to you so you have to take her word for it.

Her arms around you are warm and safe and you're tucked securely under her chin where nothing bad can happen to you.

"Mamma," You say," Ik denk niet dat ik morgen naar turnen kan gaan (I don't think I can go to gymnastics tomorrow)."

Whatever you say has a little bubble of laughter exit Daan's mouth and Ellie relaxes considerably. She's been completely lost for most of the conversation but Daan doesn't seem too worried with what you're saying so she relaxes.

She stays on the edges though, hovering. She isn't quite sure what she's meant to do.

Sure, she and Daan are getting married and, sure, she's got adoption papers that are being filed after the wedding but she's never been in a situation like this.

Ellie isn't sure if she's overstepping by coming into the little bubble of comfort that you've created with Daan. She's not exactly sure of the procedure for this kind of thing.

You seem to know though.

You catch Ellie standing there from the corner of your eyes and you put a hand over Daan's shoulder to reach for her.

"Mum," You whine," Mum."

Ellie's body moves on auto-pilot, her hand capturing your own as she sits next to Daan, squished up against you both as close as she can get. Her brain doesn't even realise what you've called her.

It all seems so natural, to you and to her.

There's no reason to make a big thing about it. It was always going to happen eventually.

You move from Daan to Ellie, wiggling in her lap for a moment before going almost completely limp, like you were sleeping but Ellie knew you weren't.

You curled into Ellie like how you curled into Daan, completely relaxed and boneless.

"Mag ik bij jou en Mum in bed slapen (can I sleep in bed with you and Mum)?" You ask Mamma.

"I think that can be arranged."

[wizard-on-whales]

Naughty Girl

(NSFW)

Attending a Metallica concert was a dream of yours and lucky for you, your mom had gotten you tickets as a college graduation gift, what you didn't expect was to get a gift from none other than James hetfield himself

Warnings: Age gap, smut, blowjob, pet names, lots of dirty talk, size kink, I think something possessed me when I wrote this

Word count: 3k

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This was for sure the most excited you had ever been over anything. Metallica had been your all time favorite band since you were a kid and now you were on the way to one of their concerts, and you had pit tickets on top of that. You patiently waited in line for hours just for a chance to get rail and somehow you did and it was right in front of James spot. You clung to that thing like your life depended on it. Your friend was next to you, just as ecstatic as she had been obsessed with them for years too. The only difference was she loved Kirk, you loved James. You watched Chad as he pulled out James guitars, tuning it up just as the iconic AC/DC song started blasting through the stadium. Your heart started racing in excitement, knowing the concert was minutes away from starting.

Cheers from the crowd picked up, hands flying over the railing and all around you as James makes his appearance, walking up to his station. You held your hand out, desperate for just one touch. His cigar hung from his lips, a necklace fastened around his neck which was proudly exposed by a halfway unbuttoned shirt. His eyes flicked towards yours, his mouth curling to a smile as he grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. You couldn't hold back the scream that escaped from your lips, causing him to laugh before moving onto the next person. He stopped his greetings, sitting down in his chair while The Ecstasy of Gold played. He took a sip of his drink, taking one last drag of his cigar before taking his Flying V from Chad and sprinting up the stairs of the stage, the first notes of Creeping Death blaring through the stadium.

The concert really was the greatest night of your life, each song they played somehow better than the last. The sound of James' voice ringing through your ears in person was better than you had ever imagined. And just as he got off of the stage for the night his eyes connected with yours again and he grabbed your hand, sliding his soaking wet sweatband onto your arm. He gave you a wink before walking off, leaving you a mess of screams and tears.

You and your friend walked through the city and back to your hotel room, the excitement from the concert still buzzing through you. She goes up to the room before you, leaving you in the lobby as you stare at the small concession stand, hungry for a snack. James' arm band was clinging to your arm, still damp with his sweat. You look down at it, a smile crossing your face as you fiddle with the black fabric. You look back at the snacks, reaching for the last snickers bar but a tattooed hand grabs it before you could. You freeze, instantly recognizing the knuckle tattoos and the “Papa Het” plastered on the hand. You look to your side and see him standing there in all his glory. You were sure your face was bright red as you froze in place, staring at him in disbelief.

“Did you enjoy the concert?” He asks casually, ripping the candy wrapper open and splitting it in half, offering you part of it.

“Yeah..it was great,” You squeak out, still unable to move. A smirk crossed his face, his eyes flickering up and down your appearance before he waves the candy bar in front of your face, trying to get you to take it. You break out of your trance and timidly reach for it, taking it from his fingers. The chocolate had melted a little against his fingers, causing him to suck it off, his eyes not leaving yours.

“How old are you?” He questions, taking a bite of the candy and leaning against the counter. By now he had changed out of his concert attire, settling on a more casual outfit of blue jeans and a Motorhead T-shirt. That didn't stop him from looking any less attractive though, if anything, he looked even sexier. His silver hair and tattoos shone brightly against the tight, black fabric of his shirt.

“I'm 22,” You say shyly, looking down at the chocolate in your own hand before taking a bite of it. A strand of the caramel drips from it, dripping down your chin. You wipe it off with your finger, licking it off, trying to ignore James’ intense gaze.

“You're just a baby,” He chuckles, glancing away from you to the floor. You could tell he was debating with himself in his head. You wondered for a second what it could be, your mind going to a dirty place but you try to shake it off. He was older now, you assumed groupies were a thing in the past for him.

“Yeah…I guess so…but I've always been told I'm mature for my age,” You reply to his comment. He glanced back up at you, checking you out again but not so subtly this time. He pushes himself away from the counter and takes a step closer to you. It's only then do you smell him for the first time, his natural musk and cologne made it hard for you to hold yourself back. All you wanted to do was leap on the man and fuck him right there.

“This your hotel?” He questions, popping the last bit of the chocolate into his mouth.

“Yeah, I'm staying here with my friend.” Your heart races In your chest, your palms sweaty as he steps even closer. You could feel the heat radiating from him at this point. His eyes look intently over your face, trailing down your neck and landing on your breasts. He wasn't shy about his gaze, that's for sure. You felt as if he could see right through your clothes. He grabbed your arm, seeming to study the armband he had stuck on it. His hand grabs yours and brings it up to your mouth, making you eat the last of the chocolate that was melting on it.

“Is your friend waiting for you?” He asks, trailing his finger down your arm, barely grazing the skin, causing goosebumps to rise.

“No…I don't think so,” A smile crosses his face as he loops his arm around your waist and starts leading you towards the elevators. You couldn't tell if you were about to throw up from excitement or nerves as you stood there. The elevator ride was the longest one of your life, his grip firm and calm against your waist. The doors of the elevator dinged open and the two of you stepped out into the quiet and empty hallway. Your legs felt like jelly as he led you right up to his room door, he removed his arm from around you, fishing his room key out of his pocket. He opens the door, gesturing for you to walk in first. You timidly walk past him and into the room, your eyes grazing over it. It was definitely a nice room, the largest hotel room you had ever been in. You walk up to the window, glancing out over the view of the city, slightly amazed at the sight. You felt his front press against your back, both of his hands resting on your hips.

“You ever been in a room this high up?” He asks quietly, his lips brushing against your neck. You couldn't keep your breathing steady as the situation unfolds.

“No, I've never been this high up in general,” You tell him, you feel him smile, placing a kiss against your skin, making you flinch.

“I like being this high up…wanna know why?” He turns your body in his arms, making you face him before he backs you up against the window, pinning you to it. Your heart leapt to your throat, nerves off the charts from your idol being this close and from the height. Only a layer of glass was stopping you from falling several stories to the concrete below.

“Why…” you ask him, your voice barely a whisper. You couldn't stop your eyes from flicking down to his lips, your tongue grazing across yours, wetting them.

“Because if I fuck you against the window…no one will see.” His voice was gruff and seductive as he spoke. He leaned down, his face just inches from yours, his eyes still locked with yours. His gaze flickers down to your lips, a smirk crossing his face again as your arms jerk against his tight grip. He sees your eyes flutter close, your lips parting slightly, he leans forward and presses his face to yours. The heavy taste of his cigars clung to his lips, invading your taste buds. You couldn't help the moan that slips out of you from his touch, making him grip you tighter. He moves one of his hands from your arms and loops it around your waist. His kisses were sloppy and wet but you could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. He pulls away from you, releasing you from his grip and stepping away, causing you to give him a puzzled look.

“Go ahead and strip for me, sweet thing,” Your cheeks burn, not expecting to have made it this far. Slowly you reach for the armband on your wrist to remove it first, the least revealing thing you could.

“Ah…not that. Keep that on,” His scolds, his eyes burning holes through you as he watches your every move. You grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, dropping it to the floor next to you. He follows suit, stripping himself of his shirt as well. You bite your lips at the sight of his exposed chest and stomach, his dad bod proudly on display. You unbutton your jeans and push them down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. Again, he follows, dropping his jeans to expose his boxers, his boner straining against the fabric. He notices your gaze, a smirk covering his face.

“It's been like that all night, baby girl. Since I first saw that sweet face of yours,” His tone was cocky as he spoke, causing the arousal in your stomach to pool further. You unclip your bra, sliding it down your arms and piling it with the rest of your clothes. You were trying to act confident but you felt as if you could fall over at any second, your entire body shaking. You reach for your panties but James' sudden movements make you stop. He steps forward, pressing himself against you for a second before dropping to his knees. The unexpected action causes you to shiver, he looks up at you with a smile as his fingers push under the waistband and pulls them down. He was right in the line of sight of your dripping cunt, his eyes never leaving it as he peels your panties off all the way.

“God look at that pretty little pussy…dripping for me…desperate for an old man's cock, you're a naughty girl you know that,” Every word that spills out of his mouth causes you to ache for him further, a moan slipping from your lips in desperation. He grabs your thigh tightly, kissing your hip bone before rising to his full height again. He grabs your hands, putting them on the hem of his boxers, patiently waiting for you to remove them. You grip them, shakily dropping to your knees the way he did, peeling them down his legs. His cock sprung out, painfully erect and dripping with precum. You swallow heavily, your nerves building further as you take in the sight of him. You had only been with two other men in your life and neither of them were even half his size. James grabs you and firmly pulls you off of the floor, his hands move to grip your ass tightly as he backs you up against the window again. The cold glass sends a chill through you, his gaze causing you to tremble further.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” He questions with a whisper, pinning himself to you, his erection pressed against your bare skin. You nod your head, unable to speak but he gives you a “tsk”

“Ah..ah…use your words. Tell me how much you want this old man's dick in you,” You could feel your entire body heat up at the teasing tone dripping from his words.

“Please, James, fuck me…I need you in me so bad,” You felt almost pathetic as the words spill out, your voice more desperate than you had wished. He gives you a cocky grin, leaning down to press an open mouthed kiss against your collarbone. He grabs your breast, his thumb swiping over your nipple before he does the same with it, giving it a sloppy kiss. You throw your head back against the glass at the sensation, your body shivering under his touch, practically calling out for more.

“Jump up,” James tells you firmly, his hands gripping your waist tighter. You jump up a little and he helps lift you up enough for you to wrap your legs around his waist. You tightly grip his shoulders as he presses you further against the glass.

“You sure you're not too old to do this?” you question him, a small amount of genuine concern but also wanting to tease him. He gives you an annoyed look, his features darkening as he leans his face closer to yours.

“Ooh..you're gonna get it now, baby,” He grunts before lining himself up and immediately plunging himself deep into you. You let out a high pitched squeak, the sensation and the pain from him stretching you overbearing. You could feel every bit of him throbbing against your walls.

“You're gonna take it like a good girl aren't you?” James growls in your ear, his words more of a demand than a question as he snaps his hips again, drawing another loud noise from you. The pain between your legs was almost unbearable but it felt good…so good. You could feel just how wet you were getting, it was practically dripping down the both of you as his movement picked up. You held on to his shoulders like your life depended on it as he pounded into you, your moans spilling out louder than ever.

You used to hate groupie, never understanding why they would do such a thing but as he fucks you against the window you finally understood. The feeling of him was addicting, a slight power boost surging through you as you think about the fact that he chose you.

“ah…fuck James,” You cry out, brain going blank under his touch. You wanted to bite your lip or bury your face against him to keep yourself quiet, the noises spilling out of you were almost embarrassing. James clearly enjoyed them as he watched your every move, an arrogant smile plastered on his face as he continued to hammer his hips against yours. Your legs tighten around his waist, your body quivering as your orgasm hits you hard, you practically scream his name, grabbing at him as if you were drowning. His movements come to a stop as he pulls out of you, gently letting your legs fall to the floor. He holds your trembling body up with his as he leans down to your ear, nipping at it again.

“Get on your knees, I want you to taste yourself on me,” He murmurs against your neck, slowly lowering your weak legs to the floor in front of him. You could still hardly think as you sit against the cold ground, shivering. James' large hand grabs a fist full of your hair, making a makeshift ponytail as he urges your head forward.

“Open wide, babygirl, I wanna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours,” you rest one of your shaking hands on his thighs, looking up at him as you open your mouth, taking him in it. He lets out a groan at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his swollen head. You push him further into your mouth, his large size already causing tears to prick at your eyes. You gag a little, trying to breath through your nose and stay calm as you suck him off, keeping your gaze locked with his. The feeling of your throat muscles contracting around his girth makes him let out another drawn out groan.

“You're such a dirty girl you know that…fuck…I don't even know your name sweetheart…just-oh- just gonna call you a naughty girl,” His words only encourage you, you bring your hand up, massaging his balls lightly as your tongue continues to taste him. You could feel his dick throbbing and twitching, his dirty talk getting replaced by strangled moans. You bob your head against him a few more times, tears rolling down your cheeks right as he busts his load against the back of your throat, causing you to gag again. He pulls your head back harsly, not wanting to cum in your mouth any longer but wanting to watch it drip down your face and breasts. With his other hand he jerks himself off a little more, pulling every last bit he had out of him and onto you. He keeps his gaze locked with yours the whole time, his stare and actions heating up your entire body.

As you sat there you were sure he had ruined you for any other man, nothing could ever come close to this night. He lets go of his heavy grip on his cock and brings his fingers to your body, watching it smear his cum over your skin. He scrapes a small amount up with his two middle fingers before shoving them into your mouth. You let out a small moan as you grab his wrist with both hands, keeping it in place as you suck his semen off of his tattooed fingers. Another smirk crossed his face as he watched you. He slowly lets go of his grip on your hair and pulls his fingers out of your mouth.

“Let's get you cleaned up sweet thing,” His words and gaze were soft, a stark contrast to just seconds prior. He disappears for a second before returning with a warm, wet washcloth. He gets down on his knees in front of where he had left you on the floor. He gently wipes his filth off of your face and breasts.

“You got your phone on you?” He questions as he finishes wiping you off. He tosses the washcloth to the floor next to you, grabbing your chin lightly as he speaks.

“It's in one of my pockets,” You speak quietly, your voice rough from your loud moaning and his dick against your throat. He nods his head, reaching over to your pile of clothes and digging through it for your phone. He hands it to you before speaking again.

“Tell your friend you're not gonna make it back to your room tonight.”

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[nycbaby21]

"So what if I was?"

prompt: “Aww. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were worried about me. + “So what if I was?” 

word count:2,139

warnings: blood, maybe two cuss words

“C’mon it’ll be fun y/n,” Liana begged me. “I’ll get on my hands and knees,” she added going down when I grabbed her shoulders and stopped her. “No it’s okay no need for all of that,” I laugh,” I’ll go. Just because I love you.” Everyone laughed and grabbed their skates and headed for the door. That was the thing about when Mat came back home for a visit, he was never alone. Someone always came with him, whether that be a girl or one of his teammates. Luckily for me this time it was the latter.

“Okay so how are we gonna do this,” Tito asked sitting down lacing up his skates. As I sat beside him on the bench right next to the frozen lake, I began to tie my own skates up. “Obvisouly the two of you can’t be on a team that’s unfair,” my best friend pointed out to her brother and his friend. “So it’s a lose-lose situation,” Mat groans stepping onto the oce. “What do you mean by that,” i snap back already sick of the constant attitude he had since he came home three days ago.

“Oh c’mon. You’re a smart girl, or is that just a front so you can go off and party your way through college,” Mat smirks throwing yet another dig my direction. We didn’t always have such a draining relationship. Once upon a time I considered Mat a friend, not just because I was best friends with his sister but we were friends. Something changed and as sad as it was to realize him stepping away and being cold towards me just made me realize something I had tried to push away for so long. I had feelings for Mat and everytime he has a smart remark or a comment about me it breaks my heart just a little more.

“Some of us actually care about an education rather than trying to get by on our pretty looks,” I quip back stepping onto the ice and doing a small turn. “You think I’m pretty,” he smirekd my way and I wanted nothing more than to swipe that smug look off of his gorgeous face. “How about you and Beau goof around while we skate for a bit,” Lia suggested. I knew that she missed her brother and playing hockey with him. I took and deep breath and then let it out. “No Li you play around with them for a little. I’m a big girl I’ll be fine skating by myself,” i smile at her and watch her face brighten. “Are you sure,” she asked and when I nodded she launched forward pulling us both down as she hugged me.

After some time I was growing bored so the same small circles so I started to do some spins and tricks, remembering some of the small details from ice skating lessons years ago. As I did a jump and turn I didn’t stick it and fell on my butt. Sighing I get up and dust off the ice. “Wow that was just sad,” I hear Mat shout from across the lake. I flip him off and try the jump again this time going harder. I landed it perfectly but with just a little too much force and the hit started to crack. I froze not knowing what to do. My eyes snapped up to meet the other three. They could all sense something wrong and they were a distance away. Mat slowly skated my way, Tito and Lia behind him. He was the closest to me so he would het there first. 

“Hey look at me okay.”You’re gonna be fine,” his voice was calming and I nodded shifting my weight and hearing the crack get louder. I look down and start to wobble. “Hey no, look at me okay? You can’t look down,” I met his eyes and didn’t break my focus on them. He carefully made his way closer to me and surveyed his surrounding looking for the best way to get me out of this mess. He didn’t have anytime to think because the ice gave way. I tensed up waiting for the freezing lake water to surround me but the only thing i felt was a warm body colliding with mine and us both falling onto the ground a few feet away from the hole in the ice. 

“Shit,” Mat hissed out and I looked up feeling a dull ache in my head from moving ti too fast. I realized that my forehead made contact with his nose on the way down and it was know bleeding. “Oh my gosh. Mat I am so so sorry. Are you okay,” I ask pulling some tissue from my pocket and applying pressure to his nose to stop the bleeding.

“Aw. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you were worried about me,” he says forcing a laugh. I roll my eyes and hold the napkin onto his nose to try and stop the bleeding. I look down at him scanning his face for any other injuries, finally meeting his brown eyes. His forehead crinkles and he takes in my scared expression.

“So what if I was,” I whisper scared if I spoke any louder he would laugh at me or run for the hills. His hand came up and held the wrist of the arm helping stop his nose bleeding. He pulls my arm away from his face and goes to open his mouth when we are interrupted. “Oh my gosh Mat are you okay,” Tito asked rushing towards us quickly taking my place and observing Mat. 

I step back and notice a group has gathered around us checking on the hockey player. As I move to make my way back to the house, I turn around and notice Mat’s eyes still on me. I feel a hand on my forearm and run to see Liana standing next to me. She gave me a sad smile. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into something warmer okay,” she says sweetly leading me inside. 

“How long,” her voice breaks me out of my trance and I snap my head towards her. “What,” I was shivering, not sure if it was from the cold or her question. “C’mon y/n. We’ve been best friends forever, I know you better than anyone else. And you know me better than anyone else right,” she asked waiting for me to respond. I nodded my head and pulled a sweatshirt over my head. I joined her on the couch and she tossed her blanket over to cover us both.

“So I know when you are upset and more so when you are hiding something,” her eyes give me a once over and I sigh knowing she is right. “A little over a year now,” I respond turning my head and not making eye contact. Of course, I knew what she was asking. She wasn’t dumb by any means and she was my best friend of course she could read my emotions better than anyone else. “You’ve liked my brother for that long now and never said anything,” she asked pity creeping its way onto her face. “Yep. It’s sad I know,” I sniffle fighting back the tears threatening to spill. I feel her presence and then arms wrapping around me. 

“Oh, sweetie no. It is nowhere near sad,” she reassures me, hands running up and down my arms comforting me. “It is though. He has never seen me that way and he never will. Especially now that he is on the Islanders. He could have any model he wanted. Why would he pick me,” I cry finally letting all of the emotions I have had stored up for the past year out. “ No model holds a candle to you, babe. You are the most compassionate, generous, and understanding person I know. You have always had this glow around you and make anyone feel so seen and understood. Plus you are like smoking hot,” she says making me stop crying and laugh. “Thanks, Li,” I snort laughing and she joins in.

When everyone finally made their way back inside Mama Barzal helped Mat get settled in bed and finished up dinner. We all sat around the table and ate our soup trying to warm ourselves up from the exciting outdoor hockey game we held. Slowly one by one everyone finished and started to head to the living room for game night. I stayed behind to help clean up. “Hey, sweet girl. Would you mind taking this up to Mat? I need to finish this up and you don’t have to help me clean,” she smiles over at me, knowing I can’t say no to the woman who became like another mom to me many years ago. 

“Of course I will,” I smile trying to hide the panic in my voice. I grabbed a bowl of the soup and put it on the bed tray along with a spoon. I carefully made my way upstairs and to his door. As I tried to steady my breathing and calm my shaking hands the door opened. “Oh shit y/n/n, I didn’t see you there,” Tito laughed moving over to the side and opening the door wider for me to come in. I slowly made my way into the room. I hadn’t seen the inside of Mat’s room since Li and I were like 17 sneaking out of his window because it was easier than using hers.

My eyes landed on the bed and then on Mat. His nose was bruised but the bleeding had stopped. He lay there in bed black compression shirt on under the covers. “Your mom asked me to bring you this,” I say quietly putting the tray on the bedside table and turning to walk out of the room. He reaches out and grabs my hand pulling me backwards and to him. “I’m gonna go see if Mama B needs any help,” Tito says excusing himself. Mat laughed,” Real subtle buddy.” My eyes drift down toward our connected hands. “Will you sit please,” he asked his voice shaking.

“Are you okay,” I ask sitting near the edge of the bed never once pulling my hand from his. “Physically yeah. My nose isn’t broken or anything just bruised up pretty good. Mentally not so much,” he sighs looking down at our hands, his thumb rubbing circles on mine. “Why aren’t you okay mentally,” I ask finding his eyes with my own. “Because I am an idiot. All of these years I never noticed. The one thing I was trying to find was here the whole time,” his voice wavers and he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth, a nervous habit he and his sister share. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I say breaking eye contact and letting my eyes drift around the room until they land on a small picture frame on his dresser. It was of the two of us and Liana after his draft. “You wanna know why I kept that one,” he asked. I turn to look at him and nod. “Because no matter how hard I tried to hate the picture I couldn’t, because you were in it. You with that beautiful smile and those sweet eyes looking at me. I had the biggest crush on you growing up. I guess I just always hoped you felt the same way,” he said his brown eyes scanning my face for any kind of discomfort. “What,” I whisper wondering if I had heard him right.

“You have always been in my life, not always by my choice but you were there. Every good or bad memory you were there. And when I moved out and to the city I didn’t see you as much. So I got upset thinking you were only ever there because of Lia. I don’t know what I was thinking honestly. So whenever you came with them to visit or I came home I was an ass to you because I hurt my own feelings thinking something more.” After his long speech, I couldn’t help but lean forward and capture his lips with mine. It was a sweet short kiss and then when I pulled back he rushed forward grabbing my cheeks and bringing me back into him. I shifted forward and went to run my hands through his hair when he hissed and pulled away in pain.

“Oh my god Mat I am so sorry. I completely forgot about your nose,” I rush out grabbing his face and moving it all different angles to see if I caused any further damage. “So worth it,” he smiled leaning forward and connecting our lips again. 

[mazzystar24]

Let’s discuss how much Bobby said to Eddie when talking about Shannon “how did you make that happen?” And eddie responds “i didn’t”. Are we to believe Eddie, didn’t make the first move? Just like Ana and Marisol; he HAD to be forced/told into it? We know that got together at 14 and pregnant at 18. Were they together the whole time? How stable was their relationship before finding out she was pregnant?

See this is why an Eddie begins again episode is a psychological need as part of his queer arc

Like there is such an interesting thing abt the Shannon and Eddie dynamic where you have to distinct what parts are the truth of it and what parts are the glossed over romanticised in her death version

Also the comp het element of Eddie is just sooooo blatant and like interesting because it’s one of those where it��s not a leap or even a really buried and hard to dissect thing that’s like sprinkled every now and then, instead it’s like a consistent “hidden” piece woven into all of Eddie’s narratives, you know what I mean?

But back to Shannon and Eddie as you said like we know the whole getting together young and the pregnant young pieces and we also know that at some point they RECONNNECTED so there was a period where they were friends or knew eachother then not then reconnected and then got together then got pregnant

See but then it gets more complex because we have Eddie saying things about how they were magic together when we saw a really different marriage dynamic and then you have him say that the church is the biggest reason they got married in a convo about his catholic guilt, you have him say he positive things about being married to her but you know as the audience that he spent most that time separated or fighting, and even when he says that he liked being married to her it comes off more as a liking to be married rather than liking the marriage or the person you’re with

And even when he was daydreaming that post sex scene nothing about it is inherently sexual or about them in fact the whole conversation is about how he is choosing to let her back into Christopher’s life and “giving him his mom back for Christmas�� like people use that scene as a “straight Eddie defence” saying it’s him fantasising about sex with his ex but I’m sat there like brother in Christ watch the actual scene how is this sexy talk or anything other than proof that in Eddie’s sick little brain (affectionate) Shannon and therefore Kim can complete this idea of what he needs for his son

Also controversial opinion that I THINK I mentioned before but I’m really not a fan of Shannon, like the way she spoke about Chris and his CP will never not rub me the wrong way (to put it lightly) and her leaving with zero contact imo makes me low-key hate her and I hate the comparison ppl try to make for when Eddie “left” and this kinda links in with the next part

I think that the show keeps doing too much retcon/romanticisation of Shannon’s character in relation to not only Eddie but Chris too, but they can sorta mend that in a really perfect way by having some sort of onscreen perhaps in therapy acknowledgement from Eddie that he does in fact romanticise her and their relationship since her death while diving into why he does that and what their relationship ACTUALLY was like

Like what’s really interesting to me also connecting to the comp het element is that Eddie as a character is not passive, but when you get into his LI relationships there is this like compliance and like conformity to them

Like by his own words he didn’t pursue Shannon, he also married her largely cos of the church and despite having really ott romantic ideas for chimney’s proposal suggesting that he does have a side of that, he actually admits his proposal was pretty much well guess we have to get married now, when talking about Ana he canonically was following Chris’ heart not his, said something about “gonna have to stick it out” when talking abt her, then we have marisol and that mess and have lines like the catholic guilt, him not being that sad about potentially breaking up with her, him not having said anything to indicate to bobby he wanted to move in with her, etc, etc and we have Kim and that mess which honestly is its own category outside of the LI list

But yeah like totally agree with you like the shannon/eddie thing is in desperate need of a real unraveling in the show out loud preferably in therapy with Frank because that man needs to pull his weight fr 🤩

I have a degree in yappology fr

[epickiya722]

A lot of times the problem with these het ships is just, that there is an incredible lack of balance in it that almost feels toxic.

And i don't mean dark fiction or anything, i mean fiction that wants you to see them as a good couple.

Like in bnha, again. Iz///ocha has an inbalance over the fact that for it to go forward, it is completely reliant on Ochako, and whatever she decides to do with her feelings.

Which makes her the only one that ever puts the effort into her crush, even if it ends up not actually moving forward, she still the one who's ever confronted with them.

And Izuku never does anything to respond or even indicate that he feels the same. Frankly, if he was to suddendly show that he loves her, that would just make him look like an intruder. Or maybe even imply "now that everything's over, here's your prize, hero!"

I agree!!

While IzuOcha is a popular ship, it's also not compared to BakuDeku and even TogaOcha got some growth over it.

It's not because "het is ew" because I have crossed other shippers who are okay with IzuOcha and/or have other M/F ships they like (I myself like KiriMina).

It's because it is underdeveloped and one-sided.

Izuku reacts to Ochako the same way he has with every other girl. Any time there's crush talk, it's only from Ochako's side. Nothing from Izuku, at all. He compliments her, but it came off more like a bestie hyping you up after you say something self-deprecating than actual "Hey, I like you, let's go out".

To be honest, I don't even think Horikoshi intended for IzuOcha to be seen a ship for people to root for. I don't think he actually ever cares for it because if he really wanted to, he could have made it more balanced. I say this because look at M/F pairings like KiriMina and KamiJiro.

They're more minor than IzuOcha are and yet for both pairings there's a lot more balance between them. Even by design!

I talk more in depth about this here and here.

I totally agree with you on that last bit.

If Izuku suddenly goes "Hey, I love you" or even after winning there's suddenly them hooking up, it will come off as Ochako being some prize because, again, Izuku hadn't shown romantic interest in her like that.

It's funny to me that some people will "BakuDeku are like brothers" but then turn around and want to apply the same tropes and scenarios that BkDk have been through to their ship romantically.

Example, there were people who actually want AFO!Shigaraki to attack Ochako next just so Izuku could save her. This was during the time when everyone was brought in through those portals into the same area.

When I was so agitated about that because one, you really want someone to potentially get killed just for a "shippy" moment? I DIDN'T LIKE SHIGARAKI ATTACKING BAKUGOU LIKE THAT!! Two, so Ochako couldn't be dealing with her situation without any inference? Like she really need to be put in a damsel situation and not be a hero? Because that's how it came off to me.

Look, I myself have ships, but at the end of the day when it comes to the main goal of a lot of these characters?

The last thing any of them really want is romance. If no ship becomes canon I am so okay with that.

A lot of these characters, especially characters like Izuku, Ochako, and Katsuki want to be the best heroes they can be. They want to save people, make them smile, be the best. That was their goal when they chose (and got to) attend UA.

I don't recall Ochako saying "I'm attending UA to get a boyfriend!"

So why reduce her to that? She did not look at Izuku on their first meeting and decided "I'm going to UA to be his wife". I thought she wanted to be a hero so she can make people smile and provide for her parents. Am I wrong? Did I miss something? Did I watch and read a different version of BNHA?

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Yours, Forever | Chapter 11

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.7K

SUMMARY | Going back to work wasn't as much of an adjustment as Y/N thought it would have been at first, but at one point het social anxiety catches up with her and completely catches her off guard. When a seemingly innocent game of Truth Or Dare also goes wrong, her body can't take it anymore and shuts down.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, slight anxiety attack, little bit of medical talk.

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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It has been a few weeks since you spoke about everything with Bucky, and the two of you were slowly on your way up again. The two of you started doing more things together like movie nights or going out for lunch, stuff like that, but he also helped you move back into your apartment after having lived with Tony and Pepper for quite a long time. You adore their daughter, but it was time to start getting back on your own feet, and you did. The first night back into your apartment would be quite the adjustment, so you asked Bucky to stay over, which he gladly did. ''Of course doll, I'll sleep on the couch so I will be near if something's wrong,'' and you were glad he was because you weren't feeling your best that first night.

''Buck? Bucky?'' you softly tried to nudge him awake, even though you felt really bad about doing so. He was still dealing with nightmares and things like that, so you felt horrible about having to wake him up in the middle of the night, but he didn't mind. You needed him most at that moment, so he would wake up a thousand times over if it meant that you were feeling safe. ''Hey doll, something wrong?'' he asked with a sleepy voice as he sat up, making room for you on the couch to sit down with him. ''Can't sleep, somehow I can't seem to turn my brain off tonight, it sucks,'' you explain. ''I get it. Want to watch a movie for now?'' he offers and you gladly accept, so you watch Harry Potter with him, your comfort movie franchise. ''Come on, scoot a bit closer so you won't get cold,'' he said as he held up the blanket he was sitting under.

At first, you weren't sure if it was smart to do, but you decided to do it anyway, you need the comfort right now. You scoot over to his side, and he lifts his arm so you can snuggle into his side as he adjusts the blanket. ''Better?'' he asks and you softly nod, feeling happy in his grip right now. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head and starts the movie, but you barely get through the first 15 minutes before he hears soft snores coming from you, notifying him you fell asleep already. He turned the movie off and tried to get some sleep too, which was rather easy with you by his side. ''Sleep well doll,'' he whispered into your hair followed by another kiss, but this time his lips lingered a little bit longer than they perhaps should have.

The next morning, Y/N got rudely pulled from her nice dream by her phone ringing, and when she wanted to get up, she felt a strong arm around her, pulling her closer. ''Let it ring, doll. 'M too comfortable,'' Bucky said and you let out a soft chuckle. ''Sorry Buck, I have to get it,'' you said and you managed to pry yourself from his grip and ran to your bedroom, almost tripping in the process. ''Told you that you should have stayed!'' Bucky laughed as he got up and stretched. He decided to see if he could make some breakfast for the two of you, and settled on scrambled eggs on toast. In the meantime you reached your phone, seeing it is Tony who called. You just missed it and called him back right away.

''Good morning honey,'' he said and you instantly got a smile on your face, hearing his voice always made you feel better. ''Morning!'' you said happily, but this happiness would not last long when you heard his next words. ''I thought we had a meeting 15 minutes ago, why weren't you there? Did you sleep okay last night?'' he said, and you looked at your watch, seeing the time. ''Oh fuck! I overslept Tony, I'm so sorry, can we reschedule? I'll be in the office today so I can swing by later,'' you offered and he agreed. ''Of course, but seriously, how was your night?'' he asked and you told him about what happened. ''Bucky slept over to make sure I wouldn't be alone and I didn't have the best night, so when I woke him up, we watched a movie and I fell asleep on the couch,'' you tell him, Tony didn't need to see you to know you were having a huge smile on your face.

''Well, sounds like a good night to me. Let's talk about it some more over lunch, okay? Just make sure you get your butt into the office because it's a real shit show again today,'' Tony sighed, and you agreed. ''Thanks for the heads up, see you later!'' you said and you hung up. ''Everything okay?'' Bucky asked when you walked back into the kitchen, and you explained it was Tony, I completely forgot I had a meeting with him, so I overslept, but I'll meet him for lunch so we can talk about it then,'' you said, giving Bucky a reassuring smile. He was cooking your eggs, and you were feeling extremely thankful so you wrapped your arms around him from behind, your chest flushed against his back and your head leaning in between his shoulders, letting out a content sigh.

''Thank you for everything, Buck. It means the world,'' you tell him and it makes Bucky blush, but he's glad you can't see. ''Anything for you, doll,'' he said before taking the toast out of the toaster and putting some eggs on them, handing you the plate. ''Thank you!'' you said cheerily, and you sat down at your kitchen table, enjoying your breakfast in the comfortable silence hanging around the apartment. It honestly felt good to have him there, you could get used to this. After breakfast, Bucky changed into some clothes he left at your apartment a while ago, and you changed into a light-colored outfit with your hair up in a simple ponytail today. Your outfit was light to match your outfit and you were ready. ''Wanna carpool with me today?'' you offered and Bucky gladly accepted.

Over the next few weeks, you have started to go see the Avengers a few times, mostly joining them for lunch, or going to their kitchen to get a coffee and talk to some of them. ''Hey honey, it's good to have you back with us again,'' Tony said during lunch, and you sat down next to him. You hum in response because you were having an off day today and you hoped that lunch with everyone would help you feel a little better. Spoiler alert; it didn't. Bucky and Steve tried making some small talk with you, but you couldn't focus, your mind constantly wandering as your anxiety started creeping into your chest, your breathing slowly becoming shallow. ''I'm sorry, something urgent came up,'' you say as you quickly slide your chair back and run to the bathroom, your anxiety getting the best of you this time.

That night, Bucky invites you over for dinner so he can figure out what happened, but you weren't ready to talk about it yet. He figured he'd come by your office so he could ask you to dinner there, but you weren't in your office. ''Hi Joy, do you happen to know where Y/N is? I wanted to come to see her, but she isn't here,'' Bucky asks your secretary. ''I'm sorry Sergeant Barnes, but she gave me specific orders to not let anyone know about her whereabouts, she said she wanted to be alone right now,'' she told him and went back to her work like nothing happened. Of course, she is well aware where you are in case something urgent comes up, but right now you needed to be in your happy place, and you didn't want anyone there with you right now.

Your office is nice and all, but there is no place in the Compound better than Tony's office. He has an amazing view of the city, and sometimes you like to sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows there and look out over the New York skyline. Tony isn't in the office today because he is taking care of Morgan, so you have it all to yourself. Your phone is next to you and you're wearing your earbuds right now with some music playing to help you calm down a little bit. Right now you're alone with your thoughts, and all of your emotions come flooding out all at once, tears are streaming down your face and you're trying your best to keep in your sobbing, but you can't. It's all too much right now, and you learned it's okay to let everything out every once in a while.

''Doll?'' Bucky asks when he hears your loud sobs coming from Tony's office. The door is closed but he decides to still open it, he knows Tony isn't in today so he just walks in, softly in order not to startle you right now. He sees you sitting in front of the window, and he walks up to your side and sits down without saying a single word, he's just there for you in whatever way you need. You don't look over at him when he sits down, but you're well aware of his presence and put your head on his shoulder and cry it out when he wraps his arms around you. ''It's okay doll, I'm here for you,'' he says. ''It's going to be okay, I'm by your side, nothing's going to happen to you,'' he said reassuring you, and he wrapped his arms around you to comfort you some more, and you sink into his arms, just sitting there for however long you need, but neither of you complains about it.

~ A few weeks later ~

Tony was having a 'simple' get-together with the Avengers, where everyone can just destress for a while with friends and a boatload of alcohol. You put on a grey dress because the weather is quite nice, and you were all sitting outside. You decided to sit next to Bucky today, and even though it did earn you some weird looks, you didn't mind it at all. ''Hey doll, looking good tonight,'' he said as you sat down next to him, making you blush a little. ''Thank you, you're not looking bad yourself tonight, Barnes,'' you reply, earning a big smile. He was wearing a comfy outfit that looked good on him, mostly because it was quite different from what he usually wore. ''Thanks,'' he said getting a little shy now, he wasn't used to getting compliments, especially from someone like you.

''So, now that everyone is here, I think we should play some truth or dare!'' Natasha said, she already had quite a lot to drink so in her mind it would be perfect, but you were not nearly drunk enough at that point, just finishing your second drink of the night. ''Can I get some more to drink in that case? I need more alcohol or I have to play that again!'' you joke and Bucky instantly hands you a beer. ''You're the best, thanks!'' you tell him and happily take it from him, taking a big gulp. ''Okay, you guys start while I catch up,'' and they gladly did, but there was a shift in the air you weren't quite aware of, but the rest of them were, some of them were hoping they could get you and Bucky to do something, which hasn't been successful so far.

''Y/N, truth or dare?'' Steve asked you, and you figured since it was him, there wouldn't be any harm in taking on a dare for a change. ''Dare,'' you say as you shift in your place, scooting closer to Bucky who gladly puts his arm around your waist, letting his hand rest on your hip. Steve got a very mischievous look in his eyes as he knew exactly what he wanted to ask you to do. ''I dare you to kiss Bucky, like when you were in Italy,'' he said, referring to the make-out session you had in Bucky's tent when all of you were camping, where he accidentally walked in on the two of you. Bucky looked at you to see if you were okay with kissing him, but you weren't ready at all, both of you decided to take it slow. ''I- uh... I'm sorry'' you say before quickly getting up and running out of the building, you needed to get out of there.

You were running towards the elevator when Bucky followed you, trying to get you to stop. ''Doll, wait! Please, wait for me,'' he said even though he knew damn well he could reach you easily if he picked up his pace even slightly. He still wanted to give you a little space right now, so he didn't. ''No Buck, please leave me alone,'' you say not looking at him. ''I just want to'' is all you could get out before you got an unbearable cramp in your lower abdomen, which in itself wasn't weird since you got your period that day, but this amount of pain is something you've never felt before. You sink to the floor with almost animalistic groans leaving your throat, while you sink to the floor clutching your stomach in pain. Bucky was with you in three long strides so he could help you. ''What's wrong, doll?'' he asked, the worry very much present in his voice. ''Cramp...'' is all you said before you got another bad wave of the same cramps.

''Let me bring you to the medbay, they can look you over there,'' he said and you nodded, so he picked you up and went to the medbay with you in his arms. They immediately put you on a bed and gave you some painkillers that kicked in almost instantly, so you would at least be comfortable. There were a lot of different tests done to figure out what happened, and eventually figure out that you're suffering from a condition called endometriosis. ''What is that?'' Bucky asked. ''Endometriosis is a disease in which tissue that is similar to the lining of the uterus grows outside the uterus. This can cause severe pain like the pain she just had, and it can also make it harder to get pregnant if you were planning on doing so,'' the doctor explained, but it didn't quite sink in with you.

At that moment, the only thing you could think was ''Why is this happening to me?!'' as you fell asleep softly, with Bucky next to you. You stretched out your hand for him and he gladly accepted, softly enclosing his hands around yours which made you giggle. ''Feels weird, one warm and one cold,'' you said referring to his Vibranium arm. With that, you fell into a deep sleep which you desperately needed, and Bucky shot off a text into the group chat, saying the two of you were in the medbay right now. It was barely 5 minutes since he texted everyone when Tony ran into the room. ''What happened?!'' he asked out of breath, but oddly sober after that news.

''She collapsed on her way to the elevator, so I brought her here. They did some tests and found out she was suffering from something called endometriosis. They gave her some painkillers and she's been asleep for the last 30 minutes, but it would appear she's doing okay now,'' Bucky explained, the rest of the Avengers standing in the doorway to listen as well. ''It seems that the woman can't catch a fucking break to safe her life,'' Sam joked, which only earned him death glares from both Bucky and Tony, so he quickly shut up. Both men stayed by your side the entire time, and when you woke up you were happy to see both of them. ''It's nice to have my two favorite men by my side,'' you croaked out when you woke up, and they were glad to see you were feeling better already.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fi-

NO I'M NOT FUCKING FINE I'M DYING WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME GSHGSJJWGAFADDWYWIPDNXBSG-

*deep breath*

How. How is it possible for this to be so good?! By this i mean, of course, Our Skyy 2 × The Eclipse.

I loved the first episode, as you might have figured from last night's review. But. I adored every single second of today's episode.

Akk and Aye spending the night together under the sky holding each other and then almost getting caught. Kan and Thau actually getting caught.

Aye's surprise (which all of us knew was coming) and them being the extremely fluffy, absolutely disgusting in love couple they deserve to be.

I love how these two episodes were just about them having fun and moving on, living their lives as they want with whoever they want.

And those last few scenes- *not so muffled screaming*

I LOVE THEM (both the scenes as well as AkkAye) 😭😭😭😭😭 I NEED MORE OF THEM

I also really like the Ost. (and the MV) for this.

I have not one negative thing to say about these two episodes. They are absolute gold and I'm 10000% watching them again.

I like how Wat and Sani's relationship was left to the viewer's interpretation and they didn't force feed us a het relationship.

And are we just going to ignore the not so subtle mention of Nyomsil school?

Also, you expect me to make just one clip? Ha! No. I'll make as many as i want and you'll have to watch them and i regret a lot of things but this is not one of them.

[Unmute :D Do NOT repost; I'll do more than find you. This is Part 4. You can find the other clips here]

Moving on to Vice Versa next week, i like the domestic feel and the loads of fluff.

Just two more weeks till MSP!

[alarrytale]

Happy Monday, Marte! Hope you´ve started new week great!

I got a little confession because I just need to share my feelings. On Saturday I watched TIOY with my (larrie) friend because we just wanted to cringe watch it just to have our own opinion about it. And oh, we both end up so angry? I´ve been thinking why I am so angry about that movie and that´s why I´m writing.

!!SPOILERS ALERT!! For me it´s probably how obviously they get inspired by h*livia in a way like woman in her fresh 40´s is so cool she can make 24 years old man horny and made him want her - Idk why but now I´m just thinking how gp after watching this movie totally think now this is the exact way h*livia went. O is the female bossTM who made men fall for her because she´s cool and so she made H fell for her. She is following him everywhere and having great s*x every night. Because that´s what part of the movie is about - she flew to Europe to join him on tour (her daughter was in the summer camp whole summer so she had nothing to do) and they slept together every single night because he´s the semi-god of s*x and she´s the one who makes him horny and gets this best-s*x-of-her-life thanks to him. And then how their relationship went public and she´s reading tabloids headlines which are way too gross and comments which is even more gross - mocking her because of her age and how she looks like. And again I just saw h*livia in it, I saw how she was the poor little thing woman everybody hated her for dating him- even my former friend who´s het harrie back in 2022 once said to me "She doesn´t have to do anything and fans hate her just because she´s with him" - but you know what, she was the love of her-new-bae´s life. So after 5 years since they separated their ways (and he went solo because again very obvious inspiration with H), she saw his performance on TV with a song very clearly inspired by Sweet Creature (which again made me angry because we know that song is one of the most Louis-coded love songs H has ever written)...and they got back together forever. The End.

So the angry feelings I am feeling right now is because how visibly and obviously they were inspired with h*livia, the worst stunt for us and H himself. And so now everybody (=gp, gf harries) will think this is really how that relationship stunt went - hello tabloid stories how O was missing on the set because she was having s*x with H who couldn´t hold it in his pants because of her. And I truly dislike Nick and Anne now for playing in this movie and worse, Anne for participating in production of the movie.

Seriously, A*fter movies might be dump and cringe for being het harrie wet fantasy but at least those movie don´t act like they have deeper meaning or there is something more going on with H than being the inspiration for H*ardin. But TIOY is on another level with how obvious it is about H, h*livia and the way everybody hates woman just because "she´s happy" (this is literally said in the movie - "Nobody wants woman to be happy") and everybody´s just jealous of her.

Hi, anon!

This week had a great start, hope yours did too!

I can't be bothered with any of these het fanfic inspired movies based on Harry. I haven't seen any of them and i never will. I'm just waiting for the hype around tioy to die down and for people to forget about it. I get why Nick wanted this role (he's got to eat and he gets to act next to an Oscar winner), but i do not understand why Anne took this role (i do, but it's not putting her in a good light). Anyways, moving on.

[rbdbrainworms]

DyR in the corridor = Iconique

marcelino's goatee and wildass face always cracks me tf up

roberta just pushes diego's buttons so easily, its so funny.

"roberta why do you always provoke me" WHAT. is he ON, he was the one following her, he was literally bodily trying to move her out of the wayyyy i cant

the way diego goes slack with surprise when she kisses him

the way he looks completely dazed afterwards

how he starts 'no... i didn't' and roberta IMMEDIATELY cutting him off and knowing what to say, talking 100 km/h, 'oh no no we don't want to, but we see each other we just cant help it, its the FIRE of youth u know how it is-'

why did the scenes of roberta bullshitting her way out of trouble invent comedy

diego's faces are absolutely priceless. every word out of her mouth is like he gets punched in the head

and the way he keeps touching his lips and letting her touch him and looking at her and then away .. uwu

listen. he fell first and i dont take criticism on it

like everytime she hugs him he goes to respond and then aborts the movement like he cant help it

and when she goes "well, whats at stake is his.... virility..." and he looks SO SHOCKEDT

the flimsiness of their excuses to kiss . theyre so embarassing istg.;.

the way theyre both shocked at the mutual butt grabbing and alicia's 'heyy stop that! why do i feel like a firefighter!!'

but ok, we all Know this second kiss scene ™ , its one of the most iconic. but. how underrated is the Second Corridor DyR Scene™ , the next morning

(though im ngl watching assholes standing outside of a classroom bothering girls gave me war flashbacks to middle school, fr. it was traumatic)

the way diego slides out to block roberta's path LMAO

the way he hisses and the aiiiii .......................

"problem" "no no problem. alls good." "ok why dont you get out of my way then" " cause i dont want to, hm" 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ the infinite amount of amusement and 2nd hand embarrassment these 2 give me

if theres such a thing as het panic, diego experiences it when roberta asks him "what, was last night not enough?"

"nah see, i like girls, not truck drivers" he says, while pulling her metaphorical pigtails

"HA , you WISH a truck like me would run over you." HAHAHAHJDS. human steamroller, roberta pardo

they way diego just. continues to not move. and when she says "what is it? do you want me to kiss you again?" and he . looks her up and down, fiddles with his tie and DOESNT ANSWER.

diego 'someone has to show roberta whos boss' bustamante: ur hiding sth and im gonna find out what it is. roberta 'human steamroller' pardo 'oooh im so scared. look , look how im shaking"

the cynical little 'oof, stopping drinking dude. the drugs and the alcohol... te hacen daño'

how he lets her grab his tie and starts to lean forward - and his pissed off/frustrated face when she tightens it - hawt

like. so much is going on and the tension? chefs kiss

bonus: the first "este diego bustamante ME ENFERMA"

'idk roberta, i feel like this boy lives hell at his home, he is kind of a victim' and roberta aiiiii please as if . hes just a dick . haa. ah the irony of fate

[starlight-time-machine]

Week in Review

09/15/2024 – 09/21/2024

Sunday

Week 32 of missing Cipher Academy

It’s great to see Andy reunited with the rest of the Union in Undead Unluck, but it was mainly a setup chapter so there’s not much for me to talk about.

Monday

Nothing

Tuesday

Reread Kimi to Isshin Denshin! and it’s cute, but nowhere near the 9/10 I originally had it as. It’s a cute premise, and I like the emotional intelligence of the lead, but the amount of awkward prodding and wacky ESP shenanigans made the relationship progression feel all over the place, so I’ve dropped it down to a 6/10.

I’d been slowly picking at it for weeks, but today I finally finished reading My Sister Jodie by Jacqueline Wilson. This is the last of the Wilson books I remember from childhood, and probably my favourite of the ones I’ve read in adulthood. I just love the vibe of Melchester College, and I can understand why Pearl takes to it so much – I love the feeling of hanging out at school outside of school hours in general, and this was that with a heavy dash of dreamy English gothic atmosphere. It’s just really fun to watch Pearl slowly find a place here, and her relationship with Harley is both sweet and a little oddball, which is great. But man…once you know how it ends, the bits of foreshadowing throughout are insane. Pearl and Jodie’s relationship is also so sweet but still realistic, and it really has a different tone from the sisters in Diamond Girls. That just makes the tragedy all the more heartbreaking, though, so it’s hard for me to imagine returning to this in the future…maybe in another decade. And with that, that’s the last of the Jacqueline Wilson books that I wanted to revisit. None of her other books really appeal to me (I’m not into Tracy Beaker, I’m sorry to say), which is a shame, but I feel like I’ve run the gamut of her writing repertoire and had a fairly decent time. Nothing I’d want to own for myself, but still fun to pick up and read from time to time.

I finally read Ei ni Kaita Mochi wo Kaita Mochi – this oneshot came onto my radar back before MamaYuyu even started because it’s done by the same mangaka, and it’s fun seeing the roots of their style starting to get their foothold in this one. I really love the way they play with comic space and typography, and I hope their next run at a serialization is more fruitful. It was a solidly constructed oneshot, and a decent read: 6/10.

Wednesday

Moving all of my manga over to my phone has really done wonders for my manga reading habits (to the detriment of my other work). I caught up with Yuria-sensei no Akai Ito, and I was pleasantly surprised to see Yuria’s potential fling become real so quickly. I love the sense of the messy relationship drama bubbling up underneath the surface of this living arrangement.

Read the entirety of Tamarowa in an afternoon and um…I’ll give it some credit for managing to surprise me a few times and for giving me a lot of lesbian sex scenes and toxic yaoi for what was an extremely het ecchi premise. The whole thing is just banking on being scandalous as possible (in terms of both sex and violence and woAh CrazY MurDereR), but at least it didn’t overstay its welcome and managed to develop its characters somewhat (even if some of their motivations were straight out of a bad soap opera). 4/10.

I checked my notes, and I read Part 1 of Ascendance of a Bookworm almost a year ago??? Literally in the first Week in Review ever?? And then never touched the series again? Well, here’s proof that my dropped series are never truly dropped until I decide to drop them for good, because I read all of Ascendance of a Bookworm Part 2 and I’m well and truly hooked on it now. Watching Myne enter temple life and having to learn how to act like a noble and the responsibilities that carries is extremely my shit – I love the minutiae the author gets into with regards to customs and behaviour, and the manga heightens the tension and makes every potential mishap feel like it could have long-lasting consequences. And I love that Myne trying to establish these new business ventures come with genuine risk and production setbacks, and that she has to navigate these obstacles carefully with the resources and connections that she has. Unlike other isekai, Bookworm’s world feels like a real place with its own culture, politics, class systems, and economics, and it’s so refreshing to see an author actually take those things into account as our fish out of water protagonist clashes with their new surroundings. I really wish the anime was better so that I could watch it, but for now I’ll settle for catching up with the manga and reading the light novels eventually. As it stands, the series gets an 8/10 from me.

Thursday

Nothing

Friday

Nothing

Saturday

Nothing…

[tryslora]

What I'm reading Wednesday...

This is a two week report since I never managed to get one done last week...

Ebooks:

I'm still working my way through the light novels of The Apothecary Diaries. I finished books 9 & 10 and am currently almost done with book 11. After that I get a break until book 12 comes out later this summer, I think it is.

I've had a bit of a struggle with book 11 because some of the politics and characters were triggering my anxiety. But I'm enjoying watching things that were set up a few books ago come due now. It's much less the Jinshi and Maomao show at the moment, which is good and bad, depending on what you want from the storylines. I do find myself missing the court because we've been in the western region for a few books now.

Physical books:

I finished up my Goodreads giveaway of The Getaway List by Emma Lord. It was an enjoyable het YA romance. I liked the characters, I liked the focus on the friendships as much as the romances, I liked that communication was emphasized as the story went on.

I picked up Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall as my next book. Alexis Hall always writes some truly annoying characters that I somehow end up liking anyway. I enjoy how quickly they read, and I'm having fun with this so far, even though it's barely started.

Audiobooks:​

I finished up The Coldest Touch by Isabel Sterling. It was good and "readable" but not hugely memorable. I did enjoy that it dug into what it meant to be trapped with the brain chemicals of a teenager while becoming a vampire. I didn't hate reading it, but I'm kind of glad I didn't buy it?

I started Going Bicoastal by Dahlia Adler next, but haven't gotten very far into it because I was interrupted by a hold. I've reached the point where the MC's two storylines diverge, and when I return to it, I'm hoping I can keep the two storylines straight while listening!

My hold for He Who Drowned the World by Shelley Parker-Chan came available, and I didn't want to push it off again so I grabbed it and started listening. It took me a bit to find my place in the world again--so many names and places and I have a terrible memory for those things. But I'm enjoying it just as much as I enjoyed the first, and I love the way it's moving through the story. I'm not quite halfway done, and am very anxious to see how things turn out.

Manga:​

I received my copy of I Want to be a Wall, Volume 3 by Honami Shirono, and I kind of dropped everything to read it. This was the final book in this series, and in my opinion, it nailed the ending. It delved into conversations about relationships that felt necessary, and took a look at all the different ways people relate to each other. It made me happy to read it.

[thesexaddictdiaries]

Day 8: Should of…

We all say it… “I should of done this or that” “I should of married that person” but unfortunately this saying is all to familiar. I had that same thought in 2003.. not only was I still talking to the woman in Ohio but I was falling more and more head over feet for her, I remember thinking “I should of NOT gotten married” I quickly realized that I had made a dire mistake.. one that I could t just reverse without consequences that I wasn’t ready to accept (but should have at the time). Rather than be miserable I plunged blindly into a world of adultry and sex… constantly looking for opportunities to find someone else to “feel”’something with… I remember many situations but the one that comes to mind at this point in this story is an all to familiar situation… the work fling lol… she was a director where I worked and I worked in another dept, she constantly flirted with me and one day before the wife got home I invited her over… nervous since I hadn’t actually “done” this type of thing since I’d been married so was quite unsure how it would go.. it was winter time and our current house happen to have a hot tub in the deck in the back… it was perfect.. she had been at the house a awhile and we’d just hung out and watched some tv and talked… it started to snow.. she had walked over to the window and looked out at the back deck as the snow was falling… I hadn’t told her we had a hot tub but she saw it and turned and smiled.. she looked straight at me and said “do you ever go in the hot tub when it’s snowing”? I replied “ once or twice “ she smiled again and this type with a somewhat mysterious smirk “I wanna try it” she asked for a towel and when I came back to the room she was just taking her shirt off, her double D’s filled up her Victoria’s Secret pink bra overflowing… she smiled and said why don’t you come help me get this off.. her pink g string was already in a pile on the floor.. I moved in close and with one hand reached around and unsnapped her bra… her tits let loose like cannons! She moved in closer took off my shirt and slipped off my pants… I expected something that day so didn’t wear any boxers… my cock had already started to throb when I saw her in the sexy bra… she smiled at me and knelt down and said “I won’t tell if you don’t” she slipped my erect head in to her and began sucking me off, I could feel the insane pulsing and didn’t want to cum before I’d tasted her and felt her smooth pussy grind against me. I said in between the heavy breathing “we should get in the tub” so we walked out on the deck and stepped in the hot water the steam was so much and I could smell her perfume permeating the air and she brushed up next to me.. I leaned up against the wall of the hot tub.. she moved closer stood up and said “now it’s your turn to show me what you can do” she put her arms around me and settled back into the water with her legs around me, my cock found it’s way to slide inside her soaking wet pussy.. she moaned and smiled … as she grinned against my thick hard cock she was kissing my neck and I licking her huge hard nipples… (she was somewhat loud so had to quiet her down a bit) she rode me for at least 45 min rocking back and forth, cumming at least half a dozen times … she whispered in my ear so you have something for me? She started fucking me harder and I couldn’t hold on, she arched het back and moaned… I began to cum and shot at least three loads deep in her… she looked at me after we had settled and said “damn I knew there was something to you I liked”. Now it was getting late and my wife would be home.. so no time for pillow talk or chit chat… she grabbed her things and headed out… I had a feeling over couple tranquility the rest of the evening… unfortunately I never had the pleasure of her again but there would be others for sure.

[wilddwcrds]

vissers aren't raised with fear. but esje's sits uncomfortably in her lungs, restricting her quiet breaths as she looks across to the camp. the quiet doesn't help her uncertainty, a constant question of her capability in the back of her mind. and yet, she doesn't think she would trade any of it for the world. since being reunited with other members of the pack, esje is certain she's never been freer. it's bittersweet for her, desperate to find adrie and cas yet dreading the day if it comes. back to having to fight for a thread of independence. she wishes her senses could speak to her at times, tell her if her brother and sister are in the camp she watches so closely. will all of this be worth it, she wonders. and if they are here, what happens next? she's back to being the youngest grimm, watched with cautious eyes like her bones are made of glass.

loki's voice and touch stop her thoughts from descending any further and she has no choice but to look at him. a smile lifts at his encouragement, but slowly esje shakes her head. "i know i am but you all have...years." her eyes shift to the other wolves, all granted the right to be fighters. "i do not want to be a risk." she mutters in a determined tone, moving her glance back to loki. her own hand raises just as his lowers, fingers catching against his for a brief moment. but she trusts him, and his words about visser spirit resonate. she has that in abundance, and she knows it. a soft snicker escapes though, knowing exactly who loki's comment is aimed for. "hij is niet zo slecht. hoe lang is het nu? jaren?" an outsider becoming beta, even if temporary, is never something she thought she'd see. but he's lasted this long and that's a testament to something. either to ruben's capability, or the war. she isn't sure which.

loki can speak so certainly of things that used to be alien to her. it's in part why esje has been drawn to him. to live vicariously through his tales, take his adrenaline as her own. "i will be right beside you, make no mistake of that." she laughs slightly, giving him a sure look. "do we have a plan if we are separated? any of us?" and if it comes to it, esje is determined that it isn't her again. she looks to the camp again but not for long as loki's question follows and her head is shaking in a quick no. "why would i be? you said yourself. i am ready." but esje's hand moves to her chest, wanting to beat loki to the comment. "i know you hear it. it is excited, promise."

@wilddwcrds loki x esje - idk somewhere watching the holding camp dec 31st

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Impending conflict charges the air. A crackle of tension, a shiver of anticipation in the night’s frost. Loki’s senses sharpen to his surroundings, his whole body morphing into a snarling hound that strains at the leash. He’s lived so long like this that the fire in his veins is barely noticeable as he sits in serenity, but keen eyes are locked onto prey.

The holding camp looms before them while they lurk in the shadows of trees, and suddenly Loki can feel Esje’s trepidation as if it echoes in his own chest. His gaze shifts to her, studying the way she’s mesmerized by the camp. Subtlety has never been his forte, and their unspoken bond has long since transcended formalities. Which is why it’s all too natural for his hand to take a gentle hold of her chin, tilting her head so she looks at him. “You have trained every day. You are ready.” his head lowers into a solemn nod, letting go of her face with a caress of fingertips before he glances briefly to the other wolves with them. “Visser spirit can not be taught.” he adds when his attention pulls back to her, a smirk forming as it’s obvious who he speaks of. It’s his duty to follow Alpha and Beta, but it doesn’t mean he can’t have opinions. Ruben is a strong wolf, but he seems clumsy to Loki. Like a pup still growing into massive paws.

“This will be an easy fight.” another glance to the camp, where movement has slowed thanks to the howling snow and plummeting temperature. “Just stay by me, you will be fine.” he speaks not to her but he doesn’t need to. The previous months since finding her, despite riddled with violence and danger, have been a blessing to Loki. Not a single interruption from meddlesome Grimms. Having Esje to himself is a reward, he thinks. A gift that he isn’t ready to return. “Are you scared?” Loki asks as if he can’t hear the thumping of her heart, but he predicts that she’ll insist otherwise.

[gpalmora]

pandering is louis using larry tags for his own music video yet still barely getting those 3mil views and knowing that the most amount of attention he'll ever get out of the press is by talking about harry's hair cut 🤭

You tried. Tags that are actually hidden and only those who had to go through the source code will see those but suuuuurreeee. Stay with your bumbling fave. If we're keeping scorecards then I'll give the trophy to your fave for PANDERING. 😏

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

Hi! Fairly new larrie here. Can I ask why you don’t like Olivia Wilde? It makes sense for the relationship to be for publicity, in which case I assume they are both getting what they want out of the deal? I was wondering if I missed something

Oh boy, you must be really, really new here.

For starters, it's hard to like someone who is actively helping closet a person, you know?

I think this stunt was a hard blow to a lot of us. When DWD was announced, everybody was thrilled, I was over the moon, Harry was going to act again, this time in a thriller directed by a woman with an incredible cast, so people were happy. Then came the news that Olivia and Jason had split up (and I even remember seeing people joking that they'd put Harry and Olivia together after that) and yet, even after so many signs (that so many of us failed to notice) that this stunt was happening, it still caught us by by surprise. And thus started the worst stunt Harry has ever been a part of.

People were angry and disappointed the minute the first pics of them came out. It was a pandemic and they were in a wedding, she's older than him, she was in a position of power over him, it looked like he did an under the table deal for the role (Harry hadn't been in any film other than Dunkirk back then), not to mention Harry had been moving further and further away from his het and womanizer image, especially with the Vogue cover where he was in a dress and also with the TPWK mv. So, yeah, no one was happy with it.

And since the beginning nobody believed in this "relationship", not even his het fans (with exceptions, of course, but still). Their teams tried to sell this stunt with pap walk after pap walk, and when people started calling out how fake it looked (and also because it was in the middle of a pandemic) they toned down with those, and the ~~organic sightings~~ started. And a pattern also begun. Fans would say Harry and Olivia were always far from each other, then there would be a new set of pics where Harry had his arms around her, or that Harry looked miserable with her, and in the next pic he was smiling (looking miserable still), and so on. And this was happening all the time! If Harry having a beard wasn't annoying enough, they were throwing this stunt down our throats all the fucking time, and almost two years later (!!!) we are still having to deal with this, they won’t let us take a breath. She's in almost every show he has, in between the shows now it's almost certain we are gonna get ~~blurry~~ pictures of them walking around on the most public places they can find (but HEY, they are a private couple, please respect that). And let's not forget that Harry knows how to go MIA.

And all this is happening because of DWD. It's promo. Olivia made a huge deal with Warner (can't find the post right now, sorry) and she's doing everything she can to promote this movie - except for believing in her own talent and ability as a professional director. She has been relying on Harry’s womanizer image and on his fans by making them believe they get to watch him having sex and going down on a woman in theaters. That's literally how she has been selling this movie. You can see by the way the other actors don't talk or post much about it. Because Olivia made it all about her and Harry. And I get it. I too would be upset if something I worked hard on was reduced to that. Even Florence is speaking out about it now (the Harry x Olivia x Florence dynamic is a whole other thing that just goes to show how bad this whole thing has been).

And there's also the whole fiasco between Olivia and Jason dragging their kids into this already messy mess. And also the fact that Olivia is a bad person in general (should've answered with just that instead of making a huge ass post about it lol), calling herself a feminist, but doing the exact opposite of what a feminist does, claiming to be an ally which LOL she's literally helping closet Harry, and she also compared her directional debut as her coming out of the closet, etc, etc... She wants to sell an image of her being cool, a mom almost in her 40s that doesn't let that define her, after all she’s dating a rock star!! She’s having fun! Fuck society for saying older women can’t have that!! And well, I’m all for that… but the truth is that it just comes across as embarrassing and desperate.

So yeah, I guess this sums up a little bit. Of course Harry is not free of charges here (this is an interesting post about it), even though we can't know why he agreed to this whole thing, we have to accept that he did agree to be a part of it somehow. All I know is that Harry's goals are very different then hers (and he has proven to be a good person over and over again). This is going to be just another stunt in Harry's pocket but for Olivia... I'm not saying she's going to be unsuccessful, but she needs this movie to do well, which even though the whole story and script looks messy and all bad in general, the movie still might be a comercial success, and that is her goal at the end of the day. But she won't always have Harry to carry her name around. And as far as I'm aware, she hasn't done anything since DWD and doesn't even have any other project on her near future. Right now, she only has DWD to promote and the way she finds to promote is.... by going to another concert. LOL. She's literally only relying on Harry.

What a wasted opportunity, huh? She had all the elements to have a huge successful movie and yet... She chose the easy way out. Using a big name like Harry to get attention to the movie, making sure to link herself to that big name and making everything about her... But I guess that's what being greedy and self-centered does to you.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 LOVE💚💚💚 You deserve it and more because you are TALENTED and SO SWEET and everything you do is just 👨‍🍳🤌

I took the chance to spin your wheel… and first spin I got was Mando with a lactation kink… I KNOW this man loves kids and wants a big family so I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!!! All the love!

Woooo!!! This broke me. I was really going for XTRA FILTHY SMUT but that did not happen. This one surprised me when I wrote it by sneaking up all soft and sweet, and then ending that way too. That's okay, though, I like a good soft smut.

Hope you enjoy!!! :D

Word Count: 2030+

Rating: Explicit/mature, 18+ only

Outline: Din Djarin x “You”/Din’s wife (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: starts soft, ends soft; Din has a filthy mouth; praise kink (use of “good girl”); lactation kink; unprotected P/V sex in the context of marriage; sprinkling of breeding kink

Evenings and nights were always your favorite with your husband. It was the best time of the day, everyone settled down and quiet, the ship docked for the night wherever you were visiting or set to autopilot to the next destination. You knew your husband’s moods, the slight slump of his shoulders telling you that he was getting drowsy, ready to head below decks and rest, curled up in your arms.

You nursed your son, putting him down before heading up to the cockpit to knit for a bit and watch the stars race by. After an hour of that, you saw the telltale signs and knew that Din was done for the day, even if he didn’t know it himself. He pushed himself too hard, always believing that there was more of him to go around than there was.

Now that the baby was here, growing healthy and strong, Din had resumed his habit of staying up too late, tweaking just one more thing in the cockpit or looking over the available jobs just one more time. He had spent too many nights slumped sleeping in that pilot’s chair, and you had finally started being gently pushy, in the hopes of getting the man to just stop and rest.

You waited until you saw the helmet keel an inch too far to the right, knowing how heavy it felt on his head, his old habit of wearing full armor at all times in the cockpit in case things went sideways and he had to spring into action. You didn’t push him to relax or remove it, you knew how much he needed that feeling of being in control. But you could be sweet and soft, remind him how much you needed him at the end of the day, how good it would feel to finally remove the Beskar and curl up against you, skin to skin for the night.

“Din,” you made your voice soft. “It’s bedtime.”

His helmet tilted back to center and you heard him clear his throat. “Just one more thing, mesh’la.”

You smiled to yourself and finished off your row of stitches, giving him a few more minutes, tweaking knobs and fiddling with buttons. You got up and stretched, then came around to his side, placing one hand on the back of his neck with a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s go. You need your rest, or you’ll be no good to anyone tomorrow.”

Din lifted one hand to grip your waist affectionately. You could visualize the fight happening on his face, the urge to take care of just one more item battling against the pull of your soft curves in the dark. You leaned in, letting his helmet come to rest against your side.

“Let me take you to bed, you big, strong man.” Your voice was soft, your nails softer as you slipped them just under the cowl and dragged them across the back of his neck.

Din sighed and then set the ship to autopilot before he removed his helmet. His eyes were rimmed with hints of red, the circles underneath deeper than they had been yesterday. Your heart squeezed, and you immediately took the helmet to set it gently on the floor. You kneeled in front of his chair and didn’t say a word as you started to help him remove his gloves, then all of the parts of his armor that you could reach. For his part, Din let you worry your fingers over him. Then he stood up and took off his back plates and cape, piling everything neatly on the ground.

“Sit.” You left no room for argument, and Din complied. You muttered gently to yourself as you reached down to help him remove his boots, “Kriffing crazy man, pushing yourself so hard…”

Din let you undress him, let you massage your fingers up his calves and across his quads, and that told you more than anything how tired he really was. Normally he would at least protest, say that he didn’t need the help, but this quiet acquiescence was worrisome. Still, though, you knew how to relax him, get him to stop. You weren’t above using your feminine wiles to bend him to your will, all in the service of getting him to rest.

When he was finally down to his flight suit, you opened the front of it and peeled it down and off his shoulders, and then straddled his lap in the pilot’s chair. You started by skating your nails over his shoulders. Din closed his eyes as a shiver ran through his body. He nearly moaned, a soft “Ohhh…” floating out into the quiet of the cockpit.

You gently pushed his forehead so that he could lean his head back on the headrest, and increased the pressure of your fingers as you rubbed circles into the knots of his biceps and trapezius muscles. Din let his hands rest on your thighs as you worked him over, and by the end of it, he was putty in your hands. You finished by laying a soft kiss to his velvet lips, and you were surprised when he kissed back and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight.

“Sweet man, I thought you were tired?” You smiled as he brought his eyes to rest on your face.

“No, mesh’la. I think I just got a second wind.” Din raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled as you felt him twitch hard underneath your crotch.

“No, you need to rest, my husband. You’re awfully tired.”

Din groaned as he buried his face against your sternum, grinding up against your through your clothing. You threaded your fingers through his curls and scraped your nails from his ears down to his neck, pulling a moan from deep in his throat.

“But I need to have you, just like this.” Din brought his hands up to untie the laces of your wrap dress, sliding his thick fingers under the fabric as it fell open. “Please? Can I taste your milk? You know I love to taste you, mesh’la.” He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts. You felt a thrill run through your body, finding it harder and harder to be stern with him.

“No, Din, you really need-” You gasped as he cupped your breast with one big hand and brought his mouth to the nipple. “You need…” But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember the next part of your orders. You let your dress slide down your arms and off your shoulders, pooling on the floor of the cockpit. Your panties were damp, and Din’s strong arm wrapped around you, holding you firmly in place.

“I know what I need, my sweet wife. I need you.” Din dove back to your breast with his hungry mouth, swirling the nipple with his tongue as his erection grew and pressed harder against your clothed cunt. You felt your milk prickling behind your areolas, knowing that if Din applied any suction, you would start leaking from both breasts, and then you would entirely lose control of this mission to get him to bed.

“No, Din, bed-” but he cut you off with a growl, something primal and low that rumbled from deep in his chest and took your breath away as he gripped you closer, teeth scraping against your budded nipple.

Din began to suckle, and you threw your head back with a gasp, clinging tightly to his shoulders as the muscles flexed under your touch. He was quiet but greedy, sucking at one side before moving to the other. The feel of your milk letting down made you moan, and giving in was just too easy, too sweet to resist. You let your husband take what he wanted, what he needed from you. There would be plenty for the baby still.

“You taste like the stars, sweet girl.” Din’s voice was a hoarse whisper in between his lapping, and his praises made you wetter. “You taste like honey and sunshine like this.”

“Diiinn…” Your head was fuzzy, wiped clean of everything except desire. “Din, please…”

You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, but Din took charge, lifting you half out of his lap so that he could free his cock, before hooking one thick finger and pulling your panties to the side. He swept the head of his penis back and forth against your slick folds and then thrust up inside, settling you back on his lap with his arm wrapped tight around your lower back.

“My wife, my girl,” he growled into your mouth as he worked you against him. You braced your feet as best you could, but Din was determined to do things his way. You let him pull and release you with that iron grip, canting your hips back and forth as he rocked you on his length. He ducked his head back down and lapped at you again and again.

All you could manage was a breathy, “Ohhh,” as he kept thrusting up into you at a steady pace. You grasped at his shoulders, his hair, anywhere you could find a purchase to steady yourself.

“My wife has the sweetest tits in the whole galaxy. Such a good girl, letting me fuck her like this.” Din’s eyes sparkled as he looked up at you. “Want me to fuck another warrior into you, mesh’la? Another baby?”

“Yes, oh!” You felt your climax start to unfurl, every nerve tingling as his cock rubbed against your clit from this angle.

Din suckled you again and again, pausing only to growl praises and promises up into your mouth.

“You’d like that? You want me to fill you up again? I’ll keep you pregnant all the time, full of milk for me and our babies.” His arm wrapped tighter around your waist as he fucked up inside of you harder. “Keep your tits full? Keep you dripping sweet milk, all for me?”

You nodded and kissed him. “Yes, please- yes, yes. Fill me up, Din. I want you to.”

“Come for me first, sweet girl.” Din cupped his free hand under your knee and lifted your leg high and open. “Touch yourself. I want my wife to come around my cock.”

Your hand flew down inside your panties to touch your clit, rubbing and pressing it in circles, trying desperately to follow his wishes. Finally you felt the finish coming. You gasped out to him as you came and Din kept his eyes pinned on your face as you cried out. Your cunt squeezed and milked his cock as he began to spurt his own release deep inside. Din let go of your leg, and both arms wrapped your waist in a vise grip as he ground himself into you and climaxed.

When you were both spent, Din brought both hands to cup your breasts, licking the last of your milk from the swollen nipples.

Din’s “Hmmmm…” reverberated through his lips, the deepest and most satisfied sound you could imagine. You felt him hot inside of you, and you were reluctant to lift yourself off his lap. He softened inside of you bit by bit as he licked your nipples, squeezing both breasts until he was satisfied that he had gotten every last drop.

You draped your arms around the back of Din’s neck and let his cheek rest against your breast, curling your fingers gently in the back of his hair and feeling him finally soften fully.

“Will you sleep well, my husband?” You gently teased him, a soft smile on your lips as you looked down at him and stroked his face.

Din looked up at you from under his lashes, and your heart ached at how peaceful his big brown eyes were, how comforted he looked there in your arms. You wanted him to look like that forever. You wished you could somehow wipe all worry and strain from his life. But maybe this was the best you could do for your husband, just comfort him and give him solace when he needed it most.

Din closed his eyes and breathed deeply, and you let him rest there a while longer.

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Din Djarin/Mando character masterlist

Main masterlist

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