#please stop writing women as petty

[kopykunoichi]

Okay, I'm gonna say it. The major difference is that Ahsoka was 14-17 when she was going through that phase and Anakin was in his early twenties. Sabine is at minimum 35 years old now (canonically the same age that Obi-Wan was at the start of the clone wars). You can write someone as stubborn without them coming off as bratty. Sabine should not be acting the same as she did in Rebels, when she was 16-21.

I really want to love this show, but I'm not interested in watching women in their mid thirties to fifties acting like idiotic, angsty teenagers. Especially when Ahsoka has been portrayed as being patient and level-headed for decades in-universe. There are better, more nuanced ways to develop mature adult characters - particularly women.

Ahsoka getting frustrated with Sabine is funny to me only because she's built the Wise Immovable Sage persona up. like awwww, are you regular person angies at someone acting exactly like how your entire jedi lineage has acted? Do you now understand the oceans of patience Obi Wan had putting up with TWO of yall at once??

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Couldddd you please write something with hiromi?? I'd appreciate itttt so muchh :)

At Law

Tags: Hiromi Higuruma x fem!Reader, modern!au, nsfw, mdni, academic rivals, enemies to lovers, hate fucking, unhinged!hiromi, depictions of violence including murder

Synopsis: Being the state’s district attorney was your dream job. After years of law school and hard work, you were finally appointed the job and allowed to represent the state in court. You singlehandedly decided which cases to prosecute and who to bring to justice. When your old academic rival, Hiromi, shows up as a defense attorney in court one evening, you know he’s going to give you a hard trial… and a hard fuck.

An: Anything for you nepobaby :)) Hope you enjoy this. I swear I'm going to make these shorter every time, but then, I start writing and literally can't stop.

You two have been chasing each other for the longest time.

It started in law school. You don't exactly remember how it happened, but slowly over time, you and Hiromi began playing your little academic race.

Both of you were brilliant, quick, and determined. Honestly, you two were like a professor's dream to have.

You found yourself studying longer, committing to all-nighters just to read over several codes of law and past cases in the court. All of it just to score a little bit higher than him on a test.

But dammit, he was faster than you when answering questions the professor proposes. His photographic memory serves him well as he's able to distinctly remember what code a law comes from and where the code is at in the Code of Federal Regulations.

Don't even get me started on how mock trials went. The professor would actually have to stop pairing you two against each other because it would become so toxic and brutal between the two.

As law school progressed, the workload just got worse. The school expected you to complete assignments, study for the bar, and take on unpaid internships. You were a slave for your degree.

Hiromi wasn't immune to those types of pressures either, and as much as he hated to admit it, study partners help retain information better. It would help effectively consume the source material in half the time. Unfortunately, the rest of his peers were just so beneath him...

Well, besides you.

All-nighters weren't lonely anymore. You and Hiromi would drink enough caffeine to kill an elephant and go through weeks worth of content in a night.

"You know... the release of endorphins can help concentration and reduce stress, thus helping students study." Hiromi said one early morning.

It was around four a.m, and you two were covering the petty crimes section. To say it was incredibly boring was an understatement. Students like you and Hiromi would never represent or prosecute clients in petty crimes. You two were destined for so much more.

"What are you suggesting, Hiro?" You ask before a small yawn escapes your mouth. You hadn't even looked up from your book.

"I'm suggesting that we help each other by taking a quick break." He responds as he shoves the book away from your lap. Your surprised eyes look up at his tired ones, and he cups your cheeks before he leans down to kiss you.

You would walk into class sore the next day. As soon as the adrenaline from one round wore off, you two were gunning for the next.

Your study sessions continued on and so did your competitiveness.

When you scored one point higher than him on the bar, he hate fucked you until morning.

Then, he made it his mission to surpass you everywhere else too. Recruiters and attorneys personally from different law firms were ringing Hiromi's phone constantly.

You genuinely believed that he would take the calls on speakerphone just to fucking spite you. You could hear the lawyers on the phone praise him so highly, practically begging for him to come practice at their firm.

Of course, you were getting some recruitment opportunities too, but it was still somehow harder for women to find jobs in the criminal justice field than it was for men. You also hadn't been selling yourself to these firms as much as he was because you had your mind set on working for the state. You wanted to be a prosecutor for the district attorney.

The icing on the cake was when you two were having one of your "study breaks" (aka Hiromi had you bent over your bed, and he was delivering the deepest, most toe curling backshots known to man), and he took a phone call from the district attorney's office.

His hand covered your mouth as he continued to thrust roughly into you while the man on the phone offered Hiromi a job.

"Hm? Oh, thank you for the opportunity." He graciously spoke over the phone as he was absolutely bullying your insides. Your stomach coiled from anger and arousal. You fucking hated him so much. "I'm weighing out all of my options now, but I'll have an answer for you by the end of the week, sir."

After more pleasantries, he hung up the phone and bent over to where he could whisper in your hear. "Hear that, little dove? I'm getting job opportunities from the state while you're under me getting ruined."

"You know, I'll probably be too busy from here on out to play this childish games with you." Thrust. "That'll be too bad, won't it?" Thrust. "Can't say I'll miss you though." Thrust. "Maybe this pretty cunt, but that'll probably be it." Thrust. "Better make this last one count, shouldn't we?" Thrust.

Oh, and he made good on his word. Your entire body ached after he made you finish for the nth time that evening. "I'll see you around, little dove." He whispered in your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek and leaving your dorm.

He made good on his word about that too. He never returned to your dorm. Sure, you two were graduating in two days, but some small part of you thought he'd might come over for a celebration.

No, he left you behind. He left you behind. You lost.

The anger burned hot for a few months as you gathered barrings after law school, especially when you'd see his name in the papers.

Defense Attorney Higuruma gets a non-guilty verdict for alleged drug trafficker!

Higuruma sways jury in closing argument, providing the most gut-wrenching speech!

Higuruma, Higuruma, Higuruma.

He was a fucking sensation in the criminal justice field, and his name left a sour taste in your mouth.

The anger only started to subside once you landed your dream job after a long internship. You were finally a prosecutor in a major circuit court in the crimes division.

Hiromi's name finally fled from your brain as you started to flood the newspapers.

Prosecutor helps put away notorious serial killer for life.

Cartel drug lord behind bars after district attorney helps deliver a guilty verdict for over 32 charges.

You finally felt like you hadn't been left behind. You were living the life you wanted to live ever since you were little. Did you imagine you'd be married by now? Yeah, sure. You just... hadn't met the right one yet.

Dating was hard while maintaining a professional career. You had to be extremely choosey for one. It would be scandalous to see a prosecutor dating someone with a criminal record.

And the men were sweet, don't get me wrong. They'd take you on nice dates, write you pitiful love letters, and treat you like a princess... They were all so collectively boring, especially in bed.

You'd tell them! You'd give them incredibly detailed instruction to be rough and mean to you, but they'd always laugh and make some excuse for not wanting to hurt you. Ugh.

Maybe you were ruined by Hiromi... because the only thing that got you off nowadays was the thought of him whispering hateful words into your ear while pounding himself into you with little concern or remorse.

Slowly, the gifts would start appearing.

A bouquet of white roses sitting on your desk. Do you miss me, LD?

You thought it was a simple mistake or a sick prank from one of the criminals you help lock away. You would quietly dispose of the gifts until the slowly became more alarming.

Miss your sweet sounds, LD. An audio recording of you moaning on a tape recorder played.

Who are you trying to look nice for, LD? None of those men could treat you like I did. Pictures of you going out on a date.

I'll take care of them for you. Don't worry your pretty little head, LD. A dead dove.

This was enough to get a harassment and stalking charge, but you didn't want to concern the local police. For one, you knew how lousy the police were when it came to crimes like this from working alongside them. They were honestly an embarrassment. For two, you didn't want this getting out to the public because then copy cats would start up.

You tried investigating on your own, but you came up to a dead end every time. The way this person called you LD made your head spin. That's not even your initials, but the gifts were certainly intended for you.

The only refuge for you was when you were in a court room. You felt safe and protected. A stalker of this degree wouldn't be ballsy enough to confront you in a courtroom while you're surrounded by police and bailiffs constantly.

Your refuge was short-lived by catching a glimpse of a familiar face in court one evening.

He looked as handsome as he did in law school. Hiromi's tired eyes met yours, and he almost immediately cracked a smile as he approached you during recess.

"Well look at you, dove." He smiled as he looked down at you. Hiromi's dark hair laid messily on the top of his head, and he was wearing a full business suit that framed his body nicely. "I see the district attorney's office settled for the second best option after I turned them down. Good for them."

He was still as arrogant and competitive as ever, making your heart flutter like it did back in law school. "Very funny, Hiro." You roll your eyes as you stand to look up at him.

"It's all harmless jokes. I promise. I'm proud of you, really." He assures as his eyes wander your body for just a moment.

You're not use to his praise. Normally, you're not the type to enjoy it, but hearing those words made you clench around nothing as your stomach swirled with butterflies.

"Thanks... I've heard good things about you as well.." You murmur quietly, suddenly losing all your nerve. "So, are you representing someone?"

"I am. I didn't just come here to watch you for fun. Though, I would've had I known you were such a big shot." He nudges your arm gently, causing you to laugh softly. "I'm representing a young man charged with murder. I'm sure you heard about it. Big news all over the television."

"Who was the victim?" You ask as you flip through your case files. If this was a first setting, surely you wouldn't go to trial today, but the thought of going to trial against Hiromi made your heart pound with excitement. Not many lawyers gave you too much trouble during court, but Hiromi... he would be a good match.

"They can't identify the victim. Male, John Doe, early twenties. That's all the information the cops have." He explains, and you start skimming through the case file quickly. It's astonishing that the police made an arrest when there was hardly a body to work from.

"Huh." You muse quietly as you look through the crime scene photos and pictures of the defendant's hands covered in soot from a fire. The victim had been burned.

"I'll be making a motion to dismiss this case based on a lack of substantial evidence linking my defendant to the body. Just a heads up." He then winks at you and walks away from your bar as the judge comes back and sits on the bench.

It seems as though you and Hiromi will have one last back and forth like old times.

When his case gets called before the judge, Hiromi takes the pleasure in speaking first. His client is handcuffed, sitting down next to him. The defendant was young, maybe nineteen. The evidence supporting his conviction was weak, but it was still there. Convincing a jury to convict him will be tough, and that's if the judge doesn't dismiss the charges outright.

After a long, drawn out argument between you and Hiromi about the proponderance of evidence, the judge decides to not dismiss the case.

"In that case, your honor, we would like to request a hearing today." Hiromi speaks with such confidence as he stands before the judge.

"Your honor, the state hasn't had adequate time to prepare for a hearing, and this is first setting. We'd like to request a reset date to prepare our defense." You immediately follow up as you also stand up.

"Your honor, my client has been incarcerated for over twenty-five days for a charge that has flimsy evidence at best. He has a right to a speedy trial." Hiromi rebuttals.

"Enough. We'll have a trial today whether the state is ready to proceed or not." The judge decides. Wonderful.

The trial is as painful as you imagined it to be. The evidence is flimsy, and Hiromi is practically bullying the witnesses on the stand, and when it's your turn for redirect, he practically bullies you with objection after objection.

"And what did the police-"

"Objection hearsay." Hiromi stands from his chair and eyes you with that cold stare of his.

"Your honor, I haven't even finished my question without the defense counsel butting in." You argue to the judge.

"Overruled. Counsel, let her finish." The judge warns.

Your head is practically throbbing by the end of it. The jury deliberates for two hours before coming back with the sentence. You tried your hardest and made good work with what evidence you had.

"On the charge of first-degree murder, we the jury find the defendant... not guilty."

Dammit. Hiromi won once again.

"On the charge of abuse of a corpse, we the jury find the defendant... guilty. On the charge of tampering with physical evidence, we the jury find the defendant... guilty. On the charge of arson, we the jury find the defendant... guilty."

He didn't win.

"On these charges, I will impose a sentence of twenty-five years in the Fuchu Prison with the possibility of parole after ten years." The judge sentences before whacking his gavel down.

You let out an exhausting sigh as you slowly gather your things after court adjourns. Today was likely the hardest day in your career, and you can't help but think about that young nineteen-year-old who won't see freedom until he's twenty-nine.

Hiromi approaches you after the courtroom is completely empty.

"You seem tired, dove." He muses as he loosens his tie from around his neck. He'd never admit it, but you absolutely gave him a run for his money.

"It's not everyday someone gives me that much trouble in court." You softly laugh as you look up at him. You feel your cheeks warm as you realize how close he is to you.

"Yeah? Did it bring back old memories?" He steps closer as his hand slowly reaches up to cup your cheek.

"Hm? Of me winning our mock trials?" You ask with a cheeky grin, and his grip tightens a bit.

"I distinctly remember our record being 15-13 with me having 15 wins." He replies as he leans down to you. He remembers the score you two kept from back in law school?

"You must be still sore about me outscoring you on the bar if you kept up with our scores from mock trials."

"Mmm, quite the contrary actually, you've always been my favorite opponent, even if you piss me off." He replies as he leans down towards you and presses his lips against yours.

The kiss was full of everything you could ever imagine: heat, lust, a hint of resentment towards each other. Before you know it, you're pressed against the table as Hiromi's hands roam your body like he's in a frenzy.

"Hiro.." You moan as he kisses down your neck roughly biting on your flesh. "My office.." You whine, trying to get him to ease up on you just long enough so you two could get out of the courtroom.

"And if I say no, little dove?" He whispers in your ear as his hand slips underneath your dress with such ease. "You'd let me take you right here, wouldn't you?"

"Hiro~" You whine in a breathy tone as his fingers trace around your clit like they did so long ago.

"That's not an answer, little dove." He demands as he applies more pressure. "I asked if you'd let me fuck you on this bar until you forgot your own name."

"Yes-!" You gasp as his fingers skillfully play with your most sensitive area.

"That's what i figured. You were always such a slut back then too. Somethings never change, hm?" He muses as he goes back to sucking and kissing on your neck. His fingers tease near your entrance, but they slowly trail back up to your clit.

"You're lucky I respect you enough." He growls lowly before he removes his hand. "Lead the way to your office."

As soon as you two are behind closed doors in your modest office, clothes are being thrown onto the floor, moans and small whispers of sweet nothings were exchanged. You could quite literally feel your heartbeat fluttering deep inside your cunt.

He gently nudges you to lay down on the leather couch you had in your office for the late nights you spent reviewing evidence. Your skin connects with the soft leather as he gets between your legs. "I wonder if you still taste the same, little dove."

His tongue gently laps at you, and he immediately hums with satisfaction. "Somehow sweeter, actually." He answers his own question as flattens his tongue and licks you from entrance to clit, savoring your fluids of arousal on his tongue.

Your hands find his hair, and you gently tug on it as he helps himself to your wetness. He takes his time, lapping at you slowly while gently suckling on the small bundle of nerves. Sometimes you swear he's spelling his name into your cunt with his tongue before he shoves his tongue directly inside you, drinking your nectar straight from the source.

"H-hiro~!" You whimper as you try to shuffle your hips away. The stimulation was too much to handle.

"Don't try to run from me, little dove." He grunts as he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you right back down onto his mouth.

His nose bumps into your clit as you subconsciously ride his face, searching for release. "Yeeahh, there we gooo. There's my little dove.. bein' such a slut." He coos as he buries his face deeper into your core.

His entire face is damp from your delicious juices. He's such a messy eater, getting it all over his chin and nose. His tired eyes flutter up to look at you as you're on the crux of your orgasm.

"Cum on my face, little dove. Let me have you." He instructs before lapping at your cunt like a starved man.

Your voice goes high pitched and breathy as you grab onto his hair tightly, forcing him in even more before you finish all over his mouth. He gratefully continues to run his tongue along your folds until your legs are trembling on his shoulders.

You softly pant as you relax into the couch. You hadn't had an orgasm like that in so long. You had almost forgotten how they feel.

Hiromi looks up at you with a confident smirk and an intoxicated gaze. "Seems like you missed me, little dove."

"Please, I only missed when you're too preoccupied to run your mouth." You retort with a grin.

"Is that so?" He questions as he pulls down his boxers, and his length springs up from the constraints of the fabric. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth as you're reminded of how big he is.

As if on muscle memory, you turn to get in doggy position because that was his and your position of choice back in college, but he grabs your thighs and prevents you from moving.

"Nuh uh. You're gonna look at me when I take you this time." He grins as he positions himself between your thighs. He fists his length a few times before slowly dragging his fat tip up and down your sopping wet folds, savoring the feeling with a small groan. "I wanna see the tears in your pretty eyes, little dove."

You're about to argue and protest about the tears part, but he's quick to shut you up by forcing his length into you all at once. Hiromi's not only long, but he's very girthy, stretching you so deliciously. White hot pain courses through you as your nails dig into the couch.

"Ah-! F-fuck!" You curse as you try to get use to his size.

"Mmm~ you're tight, dove. How long has it been for you, hm? Surely you've fucked someone since college, unless you've been hopelessly waiting for me." He grins as his hips are slow. He allows you the space to almost get use to him before he shoves into you aggressively, making you see stars.

"Ngh... p-probably like.. uh.. oh god, six months?" You answer as you stutter over your words. Your last hookup had ghosted you after you slept with him. Though, it didn't really bother you. He wasn't good in bed at all, and he called you crazy for asking him to be mean to you during the deed.

Hiromi simply smirks down at you, proud of himself for how fast he can make you a mess underneath him.

"Oh, you poor thing... hah.. No one can take care of this pussy like I can, hm?" He taunts as his hands grab ahold of your hips. His eyes are fixated on where you two are connects. He loves watching his length sink inside you.

Your warm wet entrance only serves to suck him in further, causing him to groan and continue his deep, ruthless pacing.

"N-no..." You're not even able to deny it to him and play hard to get. No one comes close to making you feel as good as he does.

His hips snap forward harshly, fucking you deeper into the black leather of the couch beneath you. Your entire body jolts with each rough thrust.

"Only I'm good for you, isn't that right little dove? You're mine, aren't you?" He asks as his hand reaches up and wraps around your throat, gently applying pressure. His eyes are now staring deeply into yours, waiting for an answer.

"Fuck, Hiro.." You whine, unable to commit to saying you're his. He applies a bit more pressure with his thumb and fingertips.

"I asked you a question." He grits as he slams back into you at a dizzying rate. "Are you mine?"

"Oh~ fuck.. I-" You can barely get a word out as he's ruthlessly abusing your little cunt. This was the roughness you had begged all those other guys for. "Yes-! God, fuck, yes." You cry as you feel your stomach clenching with the burning passion of another orgasm.

"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret because you're mine now, dove." He mumbles lowly as he leans closer towards you. His hips keep up with his rhythm as his face is close to your ear. "That guy you sent to prison today was innocent of all counts."

Your hands reach up and hold onto his back muscles as he's rutting deep inside of you, reaching new places with his new position.

"What-? Hiro... I don't.."

"You sent an innocent man to prison, little dove. Doesn't that bother you? You're sick just like me." He continues on, making you feel all confused.

"How... ah~ how do you know he's innocent?" You ask as your eyebrows furrow. Your hands search his back, and your legs wrap around him as if you're hugging him.

"Because I did it." He growls into your ear. "That pathetic excuse for a man wasn't good enough for you, LD."

Chills immediately shoot through your body from him calling you by those damn initials. LD. You cling to him for a moment, unsure of what to even feel or say. His hips continue to rut inside of you.

"What's the matter, little dove?"

LD. Little dove. You squeeze your eyes shut as you finally piece everything together. Your last hookup didn't disappear. Your stalker, Hiromi, took care of him just like he promised he would.

For some sick reason, your stomach continues to clench as he's rocking back and forth. Your eyes meet his.

"Hiro... that's so.." You can't get the words out before you're finishing all over his cock with a high-pitched squeal.

Hiromi grins wildly as he watches you come undone from your orgasm. "My little dove is just as sick as I am, isn't she?" He coos before he leans back up.

His hips starts to drill into you mercilessly, not giving you a chance to catch your breath or even think. "Oh, fuck!" He curses as he's chasing his high deep inside you. “Mmnph~ gonna cum inside you and really make you mine.” He coos as his hips start moving sloppily.

You know it’s so wrong and taboo, but you couldn’t help but feel your arousal start building again. He just confessed to you about a serious crime, yet your pussy was still soaked, making the most delicious plap! plap! plap! noises as he pounded into you.

“Fuuuuck~” He groans as you feel his thick length twitching inside of you as he spills deep into your womb.

For a moment, you’re completely speechless. Hiromi softly pants as he presses small kisses into your collarbones. “‘m sorry. I had to do it, dove. I couldn’t let him get close to you.” He murmurs quietly. “Only I get to hear your sweet sounds. No one knows you better than me.”

Taking a deep breath, you realize that if this ever gets brought to light, you and Hiromi are going down for life. You gently nuzzle your face into his neck. “Hiro, you’re insane.”

“I know that, I do.” His voice is so sweet, cooing to you. “But we can get away with it, even if we’re miraculously caught.” He presses a sweet kiss to your temple.

Well, a year later, and the two renowned lawyers are married. At least you didn’t marry someone with a criminal record ;)

[theemissuniverse]

HOW JEALOUS OR POSSESSIVE IS HE WITH FEM!READER? JOHNNY CAGE EDITION

SUMMARY : Title kinda speaks for itself

A/N: Couldn’t help but think about this random headcanon for Johnny after I saw someone write him the complete opposite of what I’m about to say lmao

WARNINGS : (MDNI)! Mentions of sex

MASTERLIST

Johnny is definitely not a jealous or possessive boyfriend. He is too full of himself to even believe that you, his girlfriend, would ever leave him for another person.

He’s very secure in his relationship. He’s also not one of those boyfriends that are like “you can’t wear that in public.” Johnny most definitely wants you to wear the hottest clothes so he can show off how hot you really are.

He loves it when people stare at you. Loves it. He knows you’re hot and he’s not gonna “punish” you just because other people find you hot.

Johnny loves this because he knows they cannot have you. Sometimes he’ll be a little petty and kiss all over you while flipping whoever is staring at you off. But he would never get pissed over it.

If a guy were to ever flirt with you, Johnny would be extremely amused. Especially if the guy did it in front of him. In fact, Johnny would simply cross his arms and take a step back and let you two “talk” knowing what you would do/say.

Most likely, Johnny will be like, “Yeah, (Y/N). Go ahead and give him your number.” You’ll listen to him but what the guy doesn’t know is that you’re actually giving Johnny’s number. Not your number. Then later when the guy texts Johnny expecting it to be you, Johnny will send him a bunch of laughing emojis and a semi explicit picture of the two of you before blocking him.

But if a girl were to flirt with you, Johnny is definitely encouraging it. (To be very clear, I cannot stand guys that do that but I’m making this as realistic to the character as I possibly can and let’s be honest, Johnny would definitely find the idea with you being with another woman hot.) You’ll roll your eyes slightly at Johnny encouraging it and inform the woman that he is actually your boyfriend which Johnny will just say, “don’t let your boyfriend stop you from finding your future wife.”

If anything, I believe you could have intimacy with other women and Johnny couldn’t care less. (Again as I bisexual woman I find men doing that stupid but like I said, making this as realistic as possible.) Johnny is also not stupid though. He would never ask you in a million years to have a threesome. He likes living.

Johnny is not “keeping tabs” on you. He’s not stalking you and doesn’t need to be breathing on your neck. All he wants from you is to tell him where you’re going and for you to check in every hour so he knows that you’re okay. Other than that, he encourages you to do whatever you please.

He does not care in the slightest of you having “guy friends.” As long as they are obviously not douchebags and try to hit on you. He will admit, he’d much prefer you having the same guy friends that he has but as long as your guy friends are being respectful of boundaries then he’s not really getting upset over it.

One thing he’d probably get mad at is if one of your guy friends out does him. For example, say Johnny buys you a gift that’s expensive but not too crazy and then your guy friend buys you something crazy out of this world expensive. Yeah, Johnny’s gonna pout like a child.

It’s mainly because gifts are his love language so he’ll definitely hate that someone got the upper hand on that.

Johnny doesn’t go through your phone to try and find something. He trusts you. He also doesn’t even believe your phone is that interesting to go through anyway.

All in all, Johnny trusts you and is not bothered by feelings of “jealousy.” Like I said, he’s too full of himself to believe you’d leave all that “greatness” for someone else that’s most likely “mid.”

[megamindsecretlair]

Pray For Me

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!Shy!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), size kink, all consensual. Praise kink. Use of n-word. Mention of jail, smoking, and drinking. Established friendship.

Summary: Franklin has just been released from jail. Jerome and Louie welcome him home in style. You had grown up around the corner from Jerome and you stop by to show Franklin a little love.

Word Count: 3,404k

A/N: Sometimes you gotta take your own advice. I was nervous to write this. But we are our own worst critics! I had fun writing this though, and hopefully it's one of many. Hello brainrot. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: Special shoutout to @planetblaque for encouraging me to watch this show and fall in love with this man!

You heard the music before you rounded the corner with your friends. You tugged on your skirt for the thousandth time, wondering if you should’ve just worn jeans and been done with it. 

“Girl, you look fine, c’mon,” your friend said and pulled you into the house. Damn, it’d been a good while since you were here. Probably not since the fourth when Jerome nearly set the roof on fire. There were plenty of bodies spilling out of the house, people hanging on the porch and in the front yard. 

Plumes of smoke rose into the air with the loud stink of weed. “How you doin’ ladies,” someone said as you passed by the front door. 

“I thought you said this was more lowkey,” you said. Somehow, you didn’t think Franklin was into…all of this. You grew up on the block near his uncle, so it was nothing for you to see Franklin from time to time. Over the years, he only got more handsome. He was tall, good looking, and that voice…

You spent many a night dreaming of that voice. You’d kill to have him look your way once. Just once. But everyone knew that he and Melody had something going on, always sniffing after each other. So you only got to admire him from afar and at the few moments like these, spent at parties at his uncle’s house.

Your friends dragged you inside and you immediately searched the room for Franklin. You didn’t see him yet but..fuck, it seemed like half the block was inside Jerome’s house.

“Hey baby!” You turned to the sound of Louie’s voice and smiled wide. You hugged her and leaned back. 

“You look good!” You told her. Louie was always who you wanted to be when you got older. She was so pretty and she always had her hair in interesting styles. 

“I always look good!” She said and you laughed with her. 

She moved on throughout the party. There was shouting in one corner and through the press of bodies, you saw Jerome shadow boxing with Leon. The size difference between them made you want to laugh. They were both handsome in their own ways, but you weren’t sure how Louie handled Jerome’s jheri curl. 

You gave up your search for Franklin. He probably had a hundred people congratulating him on getting out or wanting more of his time. Or he had his tongue down Melody’s throat somewhere, if her dad let her out of the house.

You came here to celebrate him, yes, but also just to get out and be among your people. There was something cathartic about having like-minded people all in a good mood. Dancing, drinking, or smoking or just having a good time. No arguments, no petty dramas. Nothing but Black folk and good music.

The song switched and Cutie Pie came on. The party exploded in noise and people flocked to the living room, bumping hips and pulling each other into dancing. You shook your head of thoughts of Franklin and focused on having fun with your girls. 

You danced and moved around the tight space, singing along to the words. You twirled the floor with your friends and got lost in the music. Heat erupted in the living room as everyone moved in tandem. You laughed as guys tried to show out for the women. 

“Goofy ass niggas,” your friend cackled. 

“You like them goofy ass niggas!” You said. 

“And!” Your friend said and you laughed with her. 

After a few songs, you were worn out. You waved your hand as your friends tried to keep you going. You had sweat pouring everywhere. If you didn’t sit down now, you were going to pass out. You fanned yourself as you collapsed on the couch. Your leg bumped someone’s.

“My bad,” you said.

“You look like you’re havin’ fun.” There. That voice.

You looked to your right and saw Franklin Saint smiling at you. Franklin. Smiling at you. 

“Yeah, I am.” You swallowed hard and was thankful that the music was so loud that he couldn’t hear it. Damn. He looked amazing. Dressed in a simple purple T-shirt and dark jeans, he looked delicious enough to eat. 

Franklin nodded and smirked. “You don’t though,” you said. You weren’t sure where that came from, but the more you looked at him, the more you realized it was true. He looked set apart from everyone else. 

“I’m havin’ fun,” he said. He had to yell a bit to be heard over the music. His head dipped towards yours and you smiled. He smelled so good. You hadn’t been this close to him in forever. You soaked up every single detail. You felt silly, but this was already the greatest night ever. 

“Been a minute since I seen you,” he said.  

You shrugged. “Just been workin’,” you said. The more you spoke to him, the more the initial shock wore off. You were able to hold a conversation like a normal person. Slowly, Franklin seemed to relax into the conversation just like you. You didn’t talk about anything important, really. Just the latest books you’d read, the latest movies you’d gone to see, or how work was going. 

“What?” You asked. You were in the middle of talking about work when you noticed that Franklin was just staring at you. 

“You’re really beautiful,” he said softly, his words nearly drowned out by the loud music. You ducked your head and scratched absently at your cheek. Franklin took that hand in his and played with your fingers.

His large hands swallowed yours and you stared at your hands intertwined. His hand was warm and sent tingles up your arm. You looked at him to find him focused on your face. “Thank you, Franklin,” you said with a smile. 

“I should be thankin’ you,” he said.

“Why’s that?” 

“You’re the first person to talk to me like I’m normal. Since I got out,” he said. 

You squeezed his hand. “You are normal, Franklin,” you said. You made sure to look him in the eye so that he really believed you. He smirked and nodded. “You just need some rest, that’s all.” 

“Or maybe I need to hang around you more often,” he said with a grin.

You sucked your teeth. “Stop playin’,” you said. 

“I’m not playin’. I like talkin’ to you,” he said.

Your heart plopped to the floor. Warmth spread through your body and you curled your toes in your shoes. “I like talkin’ to you, too,” you said.

“You want a drink or somethin’?” He asked.

You shook your head and played with his hand. Your thumb ran over the space between his thumb and index finger. “I don’t mess with that stuff.”

“Me neither. Why don’t you?” Franklin’s attention was unnerving. It was hard looking him in the eyes sometimes. Almost as if he was peering into the depths of your soul and judging what he saw. 

“The truth?” 

“Always the truth,” he said. 

“I got control issues sometimes. Drinkin’ or smokin’, I don’t like being that out of control.” 

Franklin’s smile was slow but it spread from one side to the other. He laughed and shook his head.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You said and shoved his knee. He shook his head but continued to laugh. 

“I’m not!” 

“Then why you laughin’?” You watched him settle down and shake his head.

“Just somethin’ funny. You might like being out of control sometimes,” he said. 

“I’on know about that,” you said. You knew it was an issue with you. But you couldn’t help it. Between your family and your job, you were constantly thrown in responsible roles before you were truly ready. It wasn’t like you had a choice to not rise to the challenge. You saw the way drinking and smoking made people crazy. You weren’t into it.

“Hey, wanna come with me?” He asked.

Before you could ask him what he meant, he smiled and stood up from the couch. The living room had cleared out a bit since you had been talking to Franklin. How long had you sat there? It was a little disorienting looking around. The crowd had pushed out onto the front lawn. There was more room to breathe and think. 

He pulled you up by the hand he still held. He was really damn tall. You looked up into his mischievous eyes. His smile never left as he inclined his head and pulled you through the living room towards the hallway. 

You suppressed a giggle as he pulled you into a room and closed the door. The music from the main room was still thumping, but it was significantly muffled by the closed door. Your ears rang as Franklin turned on a light. This time you giggled. You were standing in Franklin Saint’s room. The situation was a little absurd. 

“It looks like you,” you said.

Your eyes roamed around the things he put on the wall and his cassette collection. You leaned down and looked through the tapes. 

“What it look like? Tell me,” he said. 

“Clean and studious. Lots of books,” you said and pointed to the books on his desk.

“What, a nigga can’t read?”

You laughed. “I didn’t say it was bad,” you said.

Franklin turned that assessing gaze on you as if he couldn’t figure you out. Like you were a mystery book and he hadn’t reached the final reveal yet. He stood leaning by the door so he walked slowly towards you. You stood your ground.

He brought his hand up and traced your lips with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed you. You committed every detail to memory. The way his lips slanted against yours. The heat was pouring off of his body. The way the purple shirt rustled against yours. His hand as it dropped to your shoulder and then to your waist to pull you closer. 

You smiled when you broke apart and glanced at Franklin. “Damn. You sure no one’s gonna come barging in?” 

“Door locked. Scared?” He asked with a smirk. 

“No. I’m a lady,” you said and Franklin laughed. You smacked his shoulder. “I just want to make sure no one’s gonna walk in,” you said. You were too shy to say what you really meant. And you also needed time to think. 

This was completely unreal. You were standing in Franklin’s room, kissing him. It was like someone peeked inside your head and offered you everything you dreamt of. 

“Hey, it’s just us. I promise,” he said. “Trust me?” 

This was Franklin. You’d known him all your life. You nodded and smiled. You did trust him. Damn everything, but you did. 

Franklin kissed you again and you relaxed into it, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders and hugging him tight. His arms came around your waist and he started to walk you backwards towards the bed. 

Once your legs hit it, he stopped and smirked down at you. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chest. You’re pretty sure you drooled as you took him in. Your hands explored his body as he lifted your shirt out of your skirt and pulled it over your head.

You took off your bra as he unzipped his jeans. You kept your eyes on each other, smiling and giggling as you two quickly disrobed. His eyes perused your body and you never felt sexier. 

“So beautiful,” he said. 

You ducked your head but it only made you look at his swelling dick. You knew he was packing, skinny dudes usually were, but damn. How the hell did he walk with that between his legs? It was a miracle he wasn’t always drooping forward. 

“Oh shit,” you said. 

Franklin laughed and kissed you again, distracting you. You could become addicted to his kisses. They were at once soft and hard. Sweet but forceful. He kissed down to the side of your jaw and then onto your neck. 

His big, juicy lips suckled on your neck as he lowered you to the bed and climbed on top. You moaned just from the feel of him slotting in between your legs. His dick pressed into the crook of your leg, warm and thick. 

Franklin kissed up to your ear. “That pussy wet for me?” 

You moaned and bit your lip. You wouldn’t survive a night with Franklin Saint. Not if he kept talkin’ nasty like that. You nodded. 

“Let me hear that pretty voice then,” he said. He kissed back down from your neck to your chest. When he got to your nipples, he hummed in pleasure and suckled one of them into his mouth. You watched as he turned that intense gaze to your chest. Sucking on your nipples as if it was his only job in the world. 

You moaned and squirmed beneath him. If you were wet before, you were soaking right now as his warm tongue teased your nipple into a needy little bud. 

“Franklin,” you said with a gasp. 

He let go of your nipple with a loud pop. He looked at you as he lowered his mouth towards your other nipple and gave that one as much attention. Keeping eye contact was hard when all you wanted to do was roll your eyes back. Your hands massaged his shoulders and the back of his neck.

“Focus,” he said. He kept going until your nipples were matching buds. He kissed down your belly stopping every so often to suckle a bit of skin in between his teeth. 

You twitched every time he did that and you slapped at his shoulder. “Franklin!” 

He chuckled as he continued to travel down, nosing your damp curls and inhaling. You bit your lip and wiggled. You were used to guys getting right down to having sex. It was rare that someone went down on you without you having to beg like a fool. 

“Hm, lemme taste it,” he said, that slow drawl of his like its own symphony. He didn’t wait for permission. He latched those beautiful lips to your pussy and you moaned and melted into his bed. It smelled like him too. You moaned from smelling his clean scent and from the magic he weaved in between your thighs. 

Your legs involuntarily closed around his head. He felt so damn good. He alternated between flicking your clit and suckling on it. Between licking you like his own popsicle and tracing little circles. 

“Oh fuck,” you whined and rolled your hips. Franklin grabbed your thick thighs and pried them apart. You looked down at him with an apology on your lips but licked your pussy again and robbed you of all coherent thought. 

“Need some room to work, woman,” he said. He kissed your pussy and then dived back in, fucking you with his tongue. 

“Oh, oh, oh,” you said. He returned his attention to your clit and sucked hard. You came on his tongue, your body betraying you and twitching and jerking. 

Franklin found your hands with his and held you as your orgasm ripped through you. You held on for dear life as your moans competed with the music outside. He continued to kiss and makeout with your pussy as you convulsed. As you came down, he rubbed the remainder of your juices on the back of your thighs. 

He crawled up the bed and braced himself with his elbows. He was level with you as he kissed you. You faintly tasted yourself on his tongue. As he kissed, he moved his hips until his dick pressed against your entrance.

He started to push in and you moaned into his mouth. “Let me hear you,” he said. 

He looked into your eyes as he pushed further in. The sweet burn of him stretching you out made you hiss. You drew your legs up and wrapped them around his lean frame. “Franklin!” You wrapped your arms around him as he started to stroke.

With each stroke, he pushed in deeper until he hit a spot deep inside of you. You fell apart under him. That stroke was a switch inside of you. You never felt someone go so deep or so hard before and you were clutching him to you, shaking and moaning as your orgasm fractured you into a million tiny shards. 

Franklin watched you as you floated back down to your body, panting. The room was burning up. Or maybe that was you. You were both slick with sweat as Franklin smirked at you. 

He continued his slow, deep strokes. Again, he hit that spot deep inside of you. “I can’t, I–”

Fuck, you had cum so many times already. But with every glide of his dick, your belly flipped and your pussy clenched him. 

“Sure you can,” he said. He nodded and continued to move inside of you. He hiked your legs higher until your feet hit the top of his ass. It allowed him to truly move deeper inside of you. 

Your arms wrapped under his so that your palms were directly on his back muscles, feeling them contract and expand as he slid in and out of you. It brought his chest down to rest on top of yours. He held his weight, but now your overly sensitive nipples rubbed his chest. 

“Franklin, please,” you said. You weren’t exactly pushing him off. But these slow strokes were killing you. You could deal with jack rabbit niggas that just wanted to bust and get off of you. You could even deal with the niggas that thought they had a little game and you managed to get something out of it.

Franklin was completely different. He took his time. Your pleasure came first. This was the difference between fucking with ignorant muthafuckas and a grown man. Something must have shown on your face because he kissed you, bringing you back to the moment. 

“Please, what?” He demanded. 

“I can’t…” You still couldn’t form the words. His dick was slick with your juices. He slid in and out with ease. He eased all the way out and went even slower sliding back in. 

The noises that left you should leave you embarrassed. But you felt nothing but safe in his arms. Safe to be yourself. Safe to give him every moan, every excited utterance, and every cry. Another orgasm was building in your belly. 

“Can’t what?” He asked.

You looked into his eyes. That was a big mistake. You were trapped in the liquid pool of his eyes. His grin spread across his face. He was having fun while he was breaking you apart. 

“Franklin,” you cried. You pushed at his shoulders but he was an immovable force. He pecked your lips and smiled at you. 

“I just want one mo,” he said. 

You shook your head back and forth. There was no way. Franklin kissed you and toyed with your lips while he continued his deep strokes. Never breaking eye contact. 

You didn’t want him to stop but you also needed him to. He felt too good stretching you out and wringing any and all sounds you were capable of. 

“I know you can do it,” he said and kissed you again. 

“Fuck,” you whispered as your orgasm rolled over you like a bulldozer. You tensed up, cries and moans scratching the back of your throat, clutching him to you as if he were the only thing keeping you together. Your pussy contracted around him and triggered his own release. 

“Goddamn,” he moaned as his cum spilled inside of you. You felt each hot spurt bathe your pussy. 

Franklin held you as you calmed down. He rained kisses all over your face as he slipped out slowly so he wouldn’t hurt you. You caught your breath as you felt him leave you. You shivered and Franklin rolled onto his side and pulled you closer. 

“Been wantin’ to do that for a while,” he said.

“You have?” You asked and looked at him.

“Mhm,” he said. He pulled your leg over his and he rubbed your thigh. You caressed his cheek and he smiled at you. 

“I wanna do that again,” you whispered to him. He chuckled and nodded. You didn’t have to pinch yourself. This may have been a dream come true, but it was a reality you weren’t ready to wake up from.

Liked this? There's more! The Secret Franklin Saint Files

[yanderu-deredere]

chew.

★ you get really drunk but that's okay! despite these strangers being a bunch of guys you just randomly met, you trust them! they'd never do anything to you! at least, nothing you don't want!

a/n: was gunna work on the third part of the slasher yanderes but actually the werewolf yanderes did so well that i wrote this dirty rag i pass off as smut instead also lowkey one of my fav yandere blogs followed me becos of the werewolf fic sooo i have to write this LOL

important: for everyone that read the first part, i HEAVILY added some stuff so please re-read that before coming over here and reading this so it makes sense

also also this is the smut scene and theyre all men so please don't be gross in the notes or in my inbox about like butt stuff cus like they're men and they have butts idk what to tell you. one of the warnings is heavy ass play.

and please don't report my post becos that's literally so petty and rude and uncalled for, especially since it's properly tagged and censored (is that the right word? you know what i mean)

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (here) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 3589

general warning: reader is cheating, bottom reader has male parts and pronouns, reader is implied to be attracted to both genders, reader is definitely under the influence of alcohol, yanderes may be under the influence of the moon? real wildt, biphobia becos leonard assumed reader is straight, polyam ending (all three with reader)

sexual warnings: very dubious consent, descriptive ass play, leonard is a power bottom, one hard spank, reader is fucked and gets fucked, voyeurism because mel watches a little

You felt yourself start to get sleepy. It only made sense, after all. Your stomach was full, you had your fill of alcohol and, now, you had a great time with your new friends.

Before you could drift off, though, a scene in the movie the four of you decided on caught your eye.

It was some angsty romance about a girl who moved to a new town and was caught between choosing two werewolves or a vampire as a lover. You had heard of it but never really watched it.

You think it was because your girlfriend trashed it all the time?

Shows what she knew since you ended up really enjoying it. The cinematography was great, the actors and actresses were all great and the plot was typical for the genre but still interesting.

What you hadn't expected was that it just had full blown porn as one of the scenes.

You watched as one of the werewolves pushed the girl into the male locker room? Felt illegal but you stored that in the back of your mind. The other werewolf was already in there and caught her.

They sandwiched her in between the two of them and started making out, their hands hurriedly stripping her clothes as she watched them swap spit.

You couldn't help it. There was something about the, emmm, artistic filming of the two rugged men kissing that had your cock twitching in your pants.

With wide eyes, you continued to watch them strip her and start fucking her in the middle of the male locker rooms. Something about marking her as theirs or something? Making her their mate? Covering her in their scent?

This was so wild and what was even more wild was that your cock was steadily getting harder as you continued to observe them basically make a meal out of her body and impale her on their cocks.

You felt a breath against your ear "What, you like?"

You pretty much jumped in your seat, your hand clapping over your ear as you snapped to look at Leonard who smirked wolfishly at you, chuckling at your probably scared expression.

You just scoffed at him, pushing him away "I may have a girlfriend but I'm not blind."

My cock isn't either. You wanted to add. You'd never denied your attraction to men and women. Just because you were with a woman didn't stop you from ogling at men.

"Wait, really." Leonard was leaning against you again, trying to peer at your face to see if you were being serious "I thought you were just one of those poser straight guys that flirted platonically but would go 'Ohh, but like, I'm not gay or anything' and deny it."

You were really offended by his insinuation but decided to give him the benefit of your doubt "It's whatever. I'm attracted to both men and women."

You expected him to leave it at that but, suddenly, he smirked even more, looking quite pleased with himself "Oh, really?"

Then, he took you by the wrist and pressed it to his dick. You could feel it, even over his jogging pants, how hard and stiff and big it was.

He leaned forward, lips ghosting your ears "You know you made it like this."

"M-Me?" Your fingers twitched, unsure whether you wanted to pull your hand away or tease him through his clothes.

You felt his hips jolt up desperately to meet your palm and you looked down to see him tenting. Just seeing how hard he was and feeling it were two different things.

Seeing it and feeling it made it feel more real, made it feel like you should do something about it.

Distantly, you heard Mel say Leonard's name in a warning tone but you were simply too focused on the fact that you gave such a beautiful man like Leonard such an obvious hardon.

Then, Leonard was suddenly growling like an animal and pushing your hand away. You felt both relieved and disappointed, thinking that was that. Maybe Mel didn't want him doing anything?

You were dead wrong. Instead, Leonard was taking off his shirt and kicking off both his pants and his briefs.

"Gods, I've been waiting for your dumb fucking ass to make a move and fuck me all night." Leonard huffed, rolling his pretty blue eyes. "You're just as oblivious as you are gorgeous."

Another distant warning tone from Mel that you would've listened to but you just couldn't find any space in your brain to do anything but watch, mesmerized, as Leonard undressed.

You would take a few more moments to observe how handsome he looked without his glasses if it weren't for the fact that his cock, all pale and pink and girthy, curving up to his belly button, took all your attention.

"Hey, eyes up here, moron." Leonard tried again before kneeling in front of you and, finally, just taking your face into his hands and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

It was absolutely filthy. His mouth was open, tongue practically fucking your mouth and coaxing your tongue to play, like he was trying to eat you alive or something.

It made you feel so light-headed, like you just couldn't think.

No thoughts passed through your head. You kissed him back. Your brain was empty. He pressed forward and your back bowed, trying to accommodate his body as you guys made out, chest to chest, his cock pressed against your clothed torso.

You could feel the wet spot on your shirt that his pre-cum made.

Then, just as suddenly as he started, Leonard was pulling away. Your eyes were unfocused for a second, like you didn't know where you were, like he sucked out your brain.

The first thing you noticed were how blue his eyes were, almost like they were the sky. They were so clear, so beautiful, just like the rest of him. Then, he was pulling away even more, taking the pillow on your lap with him.

You were still very drunk. Surprisingly, the kiss did nothing to sober you up. So, honestly, your broken train of thought didn't track that he would bend over for you.

In fact, part of you had thought (and slightly hoped) that he would've ripped your clothes off and bent you over.

Instead, he took your pillow and hugged it to his chest as he fisted his cock and bent to show you his cute round butt.

It was an ass you'd more than love to fuck, if you were being honest.

The biggest surprise wasn't his ass, however. A good looking guy like him? It was expected that his ass looked good too.

No, the biggest surprise was what was already in his ass. Nestled between his ass cheeks was a pink glass butt plug in the shape of a rose.

The rose was big enough that it pushed his ass cheeks apart and the glass was translucent enough so you could see the ring of his ass struggle to accommodate the rest of the plug.

You couldn't even imagine how he would've looked like, taking the butt plug in. Or how he would look when you slowly took it out of him.

But, then, you remembered.

You had a girlfriend that was waiting for you back at the bonfire. Or, maybe, not at the bonfire but definitely at home. Or, maybe, not at home because she never liked visiting you at your place but--

It didn't matter. All that mattered was, no matter how shitty she was, you had a girlfriend and fucking Leonard's adorable shapely ass was considered cheating.

"Fuck, c'mon, take it out and just stick your cock in." Leonard groaned, pushing his ass towards you even more. When he did, it made the plug in him stick out a little, pushing it out a little before sucking it back in.

You groaned too, palming your dick through your pants, unsure of what to do. Looking at him like that, watching him desperately holding the base of his dick, offering himself off like he was a man possessed, did something to you.

"I-I can't--" You tried to valiantly say no but he whimpered, all helplessly and soft, like he'd die if you didn't help him out, even just a little.

You sighed before deciding to acquiesce a little by grabbing the base of the toy and slowly pulling it out. You watched as his walls seemed to protest, trying to suck it back in, before finally letting go.

"Please, more." He moaned so prettily when it popped right out, all loud and high-pitched.

You turned to Mel, a look of desperation like he was the only one that could help you. Instead of help, you were met with the sight of Mel cradling Isamu in his lap.

Mel was still fully clothed but Isamu was completely naked from the waist down. Isamu's back was against Mel's chest, his cock in Mel's fist, completely hard, flushing dark brown-red at the tip and leaking so much pre-cum.

You hadn't even realised that the two of them had started getting it on behind you

Just watching them made you dizzy

You didn't think Mel was even paying attention to you for a second but, as soon as your eyes were on them, Mel's eyes snapped to you like he was hyper aware of you and you swore his eyes were glowing.

He was looking at you in a way that made you feel so small, that made you feel like a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves.

And he certainly looked wolfish, the way his sharp teeth marked Isamu's neck up, leaving bruises and bitemarks all over his tan skin, the way his eyes glared, all predator, none of that polite man that welcomed you in his home left.

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

You wanted to run away but you felt rooted in place.

You saw Mel's mouth move but whether he was mouthing something to Isamu or just mouthing at his neck, you couldn't tell. All you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Isamu's hips jerk hard into Mel's fist but Mel's fist was absolutely immovable. HIs entire demeanor seemed unwavering, like a steadfast predator who'd chase you down to the ends of the Earth.

The entire thing both mortified you and absolutely turned you on and you didn't know why.

"Hey! What the fuck! Hello, someone's ass is right in front of you?" Leonard started whacking your thigh with his free hand, his ass wiggling around again as if that would entice you.

You were pulled away from your thoughts and you turned back to him, sigh leaving your lips again. You knew Mel would be no help and Isamu looked like his brain was leaking out of his cock.

"Okay, okay, compromise." Leonard looked at you over his shoulder, desperation clear on his face.

It made him look surprisingly pathetic but also incredibly cute, especially with that adorable red flush to his face and the way he was staring at you with puppy eyes.

"Just the tip. The tip is all I need. Just an inch and I'll jerk myself off." He tried convincing you and, though you knew cheating was cheating, you couldn't help but feel just a bit sorry for him.

At least, it made sense in your absolutely alcohol drunk head.

"Fine." You stood, taking everything from the waist down off and piling it on top of Leonard's things. "Goddamnit, fine."

Leonard practically squealed "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You nodded, positioning yourself behind him. He whimpered almost excitedly, shifting a little to position himself better. You spread his ass cheeks with your thumbs, testing his ass to see if the two of you needed any lube.

Surprisingly, he'd used so much silicone lube with the butt plug that some of it was still dribbling out.

You moved the head of your cock to press against his ass, pushing it in just a little. And, oh god, did it feel good. Leonard definitely already prepped himself and he was sucking you in so good.

"Shit." You huffed out, eyes screwing shut as you gripped his ass tighter in your hands "Just the tip. Just the tip."

You heard him babble agreements but, honestly, the words you were saying were mostly for yourself.

"Gunna jerk myself off. Gunna cum while I squeeze the tip of your fucking cock." Leonard moaned as he pushed himself back as much as you would allow him "Need you to jerk yourself off too. Need you to cum inside me. Please? Please?"

You nodded, unsure if he was looking at you because you still had your eyes shut. You were sure if you looked at him even a little bit, you'd bust a nut immediately.

You let go of one of his ass cheeks to grip the base of your cock, getting ready to either jerk yourself off or hold it to prevent yourself from coming.

Before you could do either, you felt someone slap your ass. The force of it pushed you forward and you were suddenly bent over Leonard, your cock much deeper into his ass than you were planning.

You moaned, both from the sting of pain on your ass and from Leonard's ass milking your cock. The only thing that prevented the whole thing from going in was your fist.

Hell, the only thing preventing you from cumming was your fist.

"What bad boys, leaving 'Samu out." Mel muttered behind you.

You didn't know what he looked like or what he was doing. You were too busy moaning, your hand on Leonard's ass gripping it like a lifeline, your forehead resting on the nape of his neck.

"Shit, shit, shit." Leonard so eloquently replied, his ass humping back against you "Move, you fuck head! Shit! Ohhh, your cock feels sooo good, baby."

You moaned again, unable to take Leonard's dirty talking in conjunction with his ass just strangling your dick as you tried to stay as still as possible.

As a way to placate him, you shifted your head, your lips brushing against his neck before your teeth nipped at his skin and started leaving hickeys.

"Oooh, fuck, baby." You heard a squirt before, suddenly, Leonard's hand sounded like it was jerking his own cock off with lube.

Was that Leonard's hand? Where'd he get lube?

The thought had barely entered your mind before there was another squirt and then you felt the cold chill of lube between your own ass cheeks.

Wait--

You looked over your shoulder to see Mel, looking down at you with that same piercing gaze in his eyes. This time, his mouth was stretched into a predatory grin, teeth too sharp and mouth too wide.

"Ya' know, 'Samu was feeling lonely." He told you matter-of-factly like that meant something but it wasn't Isamu that was pulling your ass cheeks apart.

Your eyes flickered around and, quickly, you spotted Isamu right beside Mel, cock in his hand, a dark flush on his entire face as he watched you and Leonard, mesmerised by the entire scene.

Before you could ask if you did anything to offend him, you felt one of Mel's thumbs start prodding at your ass and you groaned, your back bowing, your chest pressing against Leonard's chest and your hips pushing forward to get away.

Of course, since your cock was inside Leonard, it meant you were pushing more of it into him. Not that he was complaining. He was just babbling out obscenities, happy to take your cock as he jerked himself off.

"Now, now." Mel licked his lips, pulling you just a tad closer (and making Leonard complain a little) before pushing more of his thumb in "We need to make sure you're properly prepped to take Isamu."

"W-Why?" You stuttered out, cheeks feeling hot at the thought of taking that monster cock in your ass.

That had to count as double penetration and double cheating, right?

"You don't want to help him out?" Mel frowned at you and the disappointment on his face (however fake a part of you said it was) made your heart ache.

So, of course, you nodded and Mel smiled again, all wolfish and mischievous, obviously pleased with your answer.

He slowly fed more of his thumb into your ass, stretching it a bit more and pushing at your walls. You just took it obediently, your hips stilled by his strong calloused hands.

Then, when he thought you had enough of his thumb, he slowly took it out before replacing it with his fingers. That was definitely much thicker.

He started with one, which was easy to take. But then two felt impossible, especially when he started scissoring them, pushing your walls apart and forcing your ass to take it without moving your hips.

You whimpered and whined the entire time.

You think maybe Leonard came sometime while you were getting fingered but also maybe not because he continued fucking his own fist and desperately trying to hump your dick.

You still kept your hand on the base of your cock, trying your hardest to save that last handful of inches as if it would make a difference.

"What a good boy." Mel pressed a kiss to your lower back as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, the squelch of it just as obscene as the way your ass clenched and unclenched around his fingers

Then, finally, he pulled them out and didn't thrust them back in "I think you're ready for 'Samu's cock, don't you?"

You shook your head but you were too overwhelmed to really say anything else. The words just wouldn't come to your head. It seemed they just ignored your silent protest because Mel and Isamu switched spots swiftly.

Isamu put the blunt head of his dick to your ass and, before you could say anything, he was pushing in. And, god, he was absolutely hefty. Your hips were already trying their hardest to push forward, to get away, to do something against the stretch of it all.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling." Mel comforted you, his sticky hand rubbing up and down your back.

Isamu didn't seem to pay you any mind, absolutely enamoured by how your ass felt around him. He just kept going, pushing more and more in.

Probably the only thing stopping him from just pushing it all in one thrust was Mel's other hand on his lower stomach, reminding him to go slow.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his hips met your ass and you didn't feel like your guts were going to come out of your mouth anymore.

You sighed, relieved, only to cry out when you felt him pulling out and it was like he was taking everything with him.

There was another squirt of lube and then the second push in was much smoother but it didn't make it feel any less like he was carving his way into your guts.

"Give him your hand, darling." Mel suddenly ordered you when Isamu's hips met your ass again.

You complied, letting go of Leonard's ass so you could reach behind you and offer it to Isamu.

Isamu took your wrist and gave the inside of it a kiss before biting down. You screamed, of course, but you didn't think he bit hard enough to draw blood.

"I-Isamu?" You whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him with tears prickling your eyes.

Isamu just pressed gentle kisses to his bitemark and apologised. That was when you realised that the embarrassed shy flushed look on his face was gone, replaced with an almost feral determined shine in his eyes.

You couldn't even question him. You couldn't even open your mouth before he was drawing his hips back and fucking you with abandon.

You leaned your forehead against the nape of Leonard's neck again, moans and whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you felt Isamu fuck you with abandon.

Your grip on your cock tightened even more as you felt that familiar coil of heat in your stomach.

Then, without you noticing, you felt someone's lips against your ear. Mel? You couldn't tell, your brain felt like it was melting

"Give me your other hand too, darling."

You obeyed without even thinking and, with one hard thrust from Isamu, you were fully sheathed in Leonard. Immediately, you came spilling into Leonard's ass and Leonard moaned like a porn star when he felt it.

"I-- Hah! Uwah, came! I came! Wait-- I-- Hah, wait-- I, hah--" You panted, huffing and moaning as your toes curled and your body bended, plastering itself against Leonard.

Instead of stopping, Isamu just pressed himself tighter against you until the three of you were as close to each other as could be, Isamu's hips still jack rabbiting into yours, his cock pistoning in and out of you, causing your hips to fuck your cock (which should've been softening but was surprisingly still hard) in and out of Leonard.

Mel smirked, your hand in his, watching the three of you, a satisfied expression on his face. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Oh, how cute, you couldn't even wrap it entirely around. That was fine, he would come easily around your fingers. Just knowing it was you was enough to make him cum, after all.

Add the fact that now he knew you were theirs? Well, he'd cum in a couple pumps, no problem.

[persephoneflouwers]

🌺 my favourite girl direction fics under the cut! 🌺

There is nothing else in this world that I love more than women. I grew up in a family built around the strongest women I’ll ever met in my life. So powerful, so determined, yet so gentle and affectionate. Huge personalities and all.

It took me awhile to understand who I am and I’m not completely sure I do and this little world where women love women feels so safe for me.

Can I also use this post to open my research for my next wife? No, I can’t? No, I shouldn’t? Whaaaat I just did! Please, babe HMU 🫶

Anywayssss…

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Harry, Louis, Zayn and Liam are at a festival. It's the afternoon of the last day, and they're lounging on the grass before the action starts, still recovering from the night before. There's a bunch of sexual tension between H and L from where things left off in their drunken haze. When Louis tries to light a spliff, the wind makes it impossible to do so, for which Harry has an ingenious idea. And then one thing leads to another.

[fan-fantasies]

Learn to Love (p.1)

A/N: this is just the first part and I feel like it’s a lot of filler so I’m sorry if it’s not great! I’ve been in a pretty bad mental place recently and I’m trying to stick with writing as much as possible so please bear with me 🖤

Pairing: Rhea x Reader

Warnings: mean-ish Rhea, arguing, one suggestive comment, jealousy

Part two

“Interview starts in 10!” Your producer called to you while you finished getting your makeup done. You gave her a thumbs up and went back to playing on your phone.

“All done, gorgeous,” your makeup artist told you, setting down her brush.

“Thank you so much! You’re a miracle worker,” you chuckled, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“You could say that again,” Rhea scoffed, coming up behind you. Your smile immediately disappeared and was replaced with a scowl.

“I thought you had left already,” you snapped.

“They added an interview last minute. You know, since I’m in such high demand and all,” she said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and got up from your chair.

“Yeah well so am I, so if you don’t mind I’ll be going now.”

“Trust me, I never mind you leaving,” she said.

To say that the two of you didn’t get along was an understatement. Ever since coming up from NXT, you had a target on your back from most of the women. You never expected to have one from the women’s champion. She knew what it was like to be a rising star so a part of you had hoped she might take you under her wing. All dreams of that were dashed, however, when she started having an attitude toward you. You gave it right back, of course, not wanting anyone to view you as weak.

“Thank you so much for joining us! What you’ve done so far in NXT and now on the RAW Roster is incredible. Some people are saying you’re the next Rhea Ripley. What do you have to say to that?” The interviewer asked.

“I say that Rhea wishes she was the next me,” you scoffed. You saw Rhea watching behind the cameras with anger in her eyes.

“She better watch out, because I’m coming for her throne.”

Rhea left after that, allowing you to finish your interview in peace. You found her not too long after, though, in Vince’s office.

“She’s a spoiled brat! She shouldn’t even be on the roster,” she told him.

“Maybe you should put that title on the line and we can see who really doesn’t belong here,” you snapped.

“You haven’t earned the right to be in the ring with me.”

“Oh what? You expect me to kiss the ground you walk on just cuz you’re the champ? I don’t think so!”

“Enough!” Vince yelled, making the both of you freeze. “The both of you are going to stop acting like children and you’re going to learn to work together. And better yet, you’re gonna learn to love it!”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mumbled quietly, looking at your shoes.

“You’re gonna do more than say sorry. You’re gonna have a championship match,” he said with a smug smile.

“Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think she should just be handed a title match against me,” Rhea argued. The smile never left his face.

“And who said it was against you, dear? The two of you will be having a title match, but not as opponents- as tag partners.”

“What?” You both yelled.

“You’re going to learn to get along and work together. Frankly, we’re all sick of the back and forth between you. So put that passion toward something better than petty arguments,” he told you. “From now on, you will eat together, sleep together, and train together. You will learn to be a functional, and maybe even successful, team.”

“But-“

“Nope! You’re dismissed. Go work out your new schedules,” he said, waving you both out of the room. You knew there was no arguing with him once he set his mind to something.

You both left the room feeling defeated. How were you going to work with this horrible woman?

“Listen, I don’t know what your training regimen is, but you’re gonna have to kick it up a notch if you want to work with me,” Rhea snapped.

“Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t want to work with you. But since I have to, let’s make this as painless as possible. We can train at the same time, we can stay in the same room, but we don’t have to do anything together.”

You missed the disappointed flicker in Rhea’s eyes but it was quickly masked with frustration.

“And how do you suggest we learn to work with each other then?” She asked.

“I know how you work, you should know how I work, and that’s that. We’re both fantastic in the ring so we shouldn’t have a problem there.”

“Did you just say something nice about me?” She asked with a smirk.

“Don’t get used to it!”

You let out one final huff before storming off. Rhea didn’t bother chasing after you, knowing she’d have to see you again eventually.

Vince was already one step ahead of you, calling the hotel and switching your reservation. You were now roomed with Rhea but you didn’t plan on spending much time around her. She always made you feel second best, and you didn’t want to put up with it.

The hotel you were staying at had a pool, so you figured you’d take advantage and try to relax.

“Hey, I heard the good news!” Someone said, jogging up behind you to catch the elevator.

“You and I have very different definitions of good,” you sighed, turning to face Dominik.

“Well if you’re partnered with Rhea that means you’ll get to hang out with the fam more often,” he said happily. You couldn’t help but soften your scowl. He was like a golden retriever and you knew he had good intentions.

“I don’t think I’ll be around that much, considering we kinda can’t stand each other,” you chuckled.

“She doesn’t hate you, I just don’t think she knows how to express her feelings that well,” he sighed.

“And what feelings would those be?” You asked, actually intrigued. Before he could answer, the elevator door opened and you immediately heard a scoff.

“Just because we’re sharing a room doesn’t mean we have to share our friends too.”

Rhea stormed off the elevator and stood between you and Dom.

“I’m allowed to be friends with whoever I want, but don’t worry I’m not gonna come for your little ‘family’.”

You stepped onto the elevator and quickly pressed the button to close the door. You and Rhea continued to glare at each other until they were closed.

You let your tough demeanor fall once you were alone. When you had arrived from NXT, you wanted to make friends. You so badly wanted to be accepted, but Rhea was making that harder. You’d never admit it, but you were jealous of the close kinship she had with her stable. They seemed like a proper family and part of you craved that- part of you hoped this might be an opportunity to change things. But with every passing interaction with Rhea, those hopes faded away.

You spent as much time as possible at the pool, not wanting to go back to the room. Maybe she would stay with Dom or Damien, avoiding staying in the room with you. When you got back upstairs, you found that you weren’t that lucky.

“Back so soon?” She asked as soon as you walked in the door.

“Have to come back to my room eventually.” You rolled your eyes and went to your back. You didn’t get to see the way Rhea’s eyes traveled your bathing suit-clad body, licking her lips appreciatively.

“Our room, sweetheart,” she reminded you.

“As if I could forget,” you signed. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Is that an invite?” She asked with a smirk, her comment making you snort.

“We don’t literally have to do everything together,” you said, a faint smile playing on your lips.

“Worth a shot,” she mumbled, glad the mood had lightened a bit.

She waited until she heard the water start to lay back against the pillows. Maybe this could be bearable, if you guys could put your pride aside and try to get along. That would be easier said than done.

The next morning, Rhea woke up before you and contemplated not waking you. She wanted to get a workout in before the flight and knew Vince would want you to join. But you looked so peaceful sleeping she didn’t want to disturb you. She wouldn’t tell anyone that though, she’d say it’s because she doesn’t want you to join her in the gym.

She figured she could soften the blow if she had a peace offering. So off she went to grab coffee, remembering your specific order to a T.

She got back to the room and was happy to find you still asleep.

“Hey, hey wake up,” she whispered, shaking you gently. “Time to get up.”

“No, it’s not,” you groaned. She shook your iced coffee which made you peek one eye open. “Or yes it is.”

“I figured we’d get a workout in before the flight,” she suggested.

“How’d you remember my order?” You asked, taking a sip.

“I mean it’s pretty simple and you always get the same thing,” she said with a shrug.

“Well thanks, I guess. So uh to the gym then?” You asked. She nodded and headed out, making you promise you’d meet her down there.

You didn’t know where this side of Rhea was coming from but you didn’t mind it. You still kept your guard up, though.

You got ready quickly and made your way down to the gym. Rhea had already started warming up so you stuck to the other side of the gym to do your own thing.

“You came!” Dom said excitedly, jogging over to you.

“Figured I should try to be a team player,” you sighed.

“Well I’m glad you came. I know she is too, even if she won’t admit it,” he whispered, making you look over at Rhea who was already watching.

“I don’t know about that,” you said. He threw an arm around your shoulder and gave you a squeeze.

“I know she’s rough around the edges, but she’ll come around.”

Rhea wasn’t sure what Dom was saying to you but she felt jealousy bubble up inside. She stopped what she was going and went over to the two of you.

“This isn’t social hour, we need to get to work,” she snapped. You scowled at her sudden outburst. You figured she didn’t want you getting close to Dom so you stepped away.

“You can go workout or do whatever, and I’ll just do my own thing,” you said.

“If we’re gonna win, we need to push each other,” she insisted.

“You push my buttons, does that count?” You asked, flashing her an annoying smile.

“Just shut up and workout,” she sighed. Dom gave her a pointed look but she ignored him. He shook his head and walked away, telling you he’d see you later.

You wrapped up your workout early and went back to the room without telling Rhea. You wanted to pack and head to the airport a little early.

“Do you usually skip out of training?” Rhea asked, making you jump when you heard her voice.

“Only when I’m not wanted there.”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, coming over to you.

“I don’t know what I did to make you hate me, but I’m over it. I promise I’m not trying to steal Dom away from you,” you answered. “Is that what the issue is? You think I want your little boyfriend?”

Rhea was taken back by your outburst and really had to think for a minute. Deep down, she knew why she acted the way she did around you. And she was jealous- just not of you. She wasn’t worried you would take Dom away, she just didn’t want anyone to take you away.

“Well I don’t. I promise he’s all yours,” you said, throwing your hands up.

“He’s not my boyfriend; he’s like a brother,” she said.

“Well whatever he is, you can have him. But you can’t isolate me from everyone in the company!”

“I’m not isolating you,” she argued.

“You are! You haven’t welcomed me and you’ve made sure no one else has had the chance! Dom is just trying to be nice to me but it seems like anytime he gets close to me you’re stepping in.”

Her gaze softened and she took a step toward you. You put your hand up to stop her.

“He said you have a hard time expressing your feelings, but you make it very clear you don’t like me so he doesn’t have to defend you anymore. I’ll keep my distance and we’ll just fake our way through the tag match, deal?” You picked up your bag and headed toward the door.

“I don’t dislike you,” Rhea said, too quietly for you to hear as you walked out of the room.

She knew she had messed up and Dom was right, she was horrible at expressing her feelings. The truth was she didn’t know how you made her feel; it was all new to her. You were captivating and intriguing and Rhea wanted more than anything to be close to you and that scared her. So she did the irrational thing and pushed you away; but now she realized just how much damage she had done.

She knew you’d be seated next to her on the flight and made a plan to talk to you basically since you couldn’t escape. She needed to explain her actions, or at least try to.

Rhea didn’t see you at the airport despite you being there before her. She figured you were avoiding her.

The flight began to board and she found her seat, nervously waiting for you to join her.

“I get the window seat? Sweet!” Damian explained, pushing past her.

“That’s your seat?” Rhea asked, clearly confused.

“Yeah well your bestie asked me to switch and after hearing what’s been going on from Dom I agreed,” he answered with a disappointed look.

“Yeah well I wanted to apologize to her but now it looks like that won’t be happening anytime soon,” she frowned.

“She’s a sweet girl and one hell of a wrestler; I think it would be good for you to try and get to know her.”

“Well maybe next time don’t agree to switch seats so I can do that,” she sighed.

“I’m just saying, I think you two could be good for each other,” he said.

“What does that mean?” Rhea asked, her face heating up. Damian just shrugged and gave her a knowing look.

Rhea stood up and looked around the plane, eyes finally landing on you. You were sitting next to Shayna, fully engrossed in whatever she was saying to you.

You finally looked up and caught her gaze. Your lips formed into a tight line and you immediately looked away.

“You okay?” Shayna asked, placing a comforting hand on your arm.

“Yeah, never better,” you said with a soft smile.

Rhea’s heart sank and jealousy began to bubble up inside once again. But she knew she couldn’t interfere. She just had to get through the flight and hope you’d let her explain yourself at the hotel.

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Let me know what you think!

[bravo4iscool]

girl, I’m not gonna lie to you, I have some free time, and sometimes I really like to use it uselessly. and I found your ig account, then I did some other research and I found a lot about you and your family, so I could really rate you. And yes, I can say properly: you’re ugly.

now, you're kinda right, I give you that. some fit guys do like fat women, maybe one guy out of ten. but these are REALLY PRETTY WOMEN, 'cause I don’t deny that there are beautiful fat women, but they are usually rare, and that’s definitely not you.

I’m not seeking validation wtfff has nothing to do with anything, girl… you seem stupid. I just really found your behavior hilarious. like, how the false illusion of the new age got you, making you really believe in fairy tales. I mean, you're clearly so insecure, trying to pass as “I’m fine with my weight” while really trying to convince yourself that you’re desirable. and like, you’re not 😭 and it’s so fun when you talk about validation, because, you see, I may be petty or bitter or mean, or whatever it is. but, if you really felt confident, pretty, and good about yourself, you would just turn off the anon or ignore me. but no, you’re here, writing answers so you can post and be consoled. that’s how I know you feel pathetic and horrible about yourself, and need these other weirdos to help you fool yourself. you can ignore me, or reply me, it won’t make difference. you too fucking transparent, so easy to read.

or you wouldn’t be doing headcanons of really fit men attracted to you, because if you were desirable and if you really felt that way, you would just know, and not try to reaffirm yourself along with other equally UGLY FAT GIRLS. the main thing here is how out of touch you are with reality. close the tumblr, go to a nice spot in your town, where you KNOW there are hot guys, and please record yourself being chosen by them. if you're so sure of yourself. and open your instagram account, since you have nothing to hide and being ashamed. I mean, you’re pretty right? lol

y’know i’m not doing this cuz i’m insecure💀 also, i never said those hc’s were about me LMAO. i’m very aware that he and every other cod character is fucking fictional💀. this is just my hobby😗✌🏼.

also, why are you so keen about finding out about my personal life? wtf do i have to do with you? it’s fucking creepy to stalk my ig and all that💀. who tf do you think you are?

the only one being pathetic here is you, because you’re out here insulting me via anon haha. at least grow the balls to confront me correctly lol.

but yk, your stupidity and insecurity is pretty hard to ignore. you can have your opinion about me but let me be. i didn’t ask you for it lmao. also, i couldn’t care less about your opinion. you can think i’m ugly, idgaf, but stop annoying me with it.

and idk if you know but talking down on other people has to do with one’s insecurities, so maybe you’re the insecure one here😘.

and yes, i’m fine with my weight. i’ve come to terms with it, since i can’t change it without a medical intervention. is it so hard to believe that someone overweight actually accepts that fact or what? it says that says a lot about you actually.

also, i’m posting this so people can see that there are, unfortunately, still people with the iq of a fucking brick out there. i couldn’t care less about what they tell me. as i said, i’m perfectly fine on my own.

i’m actually laughing writing this because i won’t ignore you. people like you should rethink their life choices ngl.

you’re going crazy over a tumblr post and start to insult me as fat and ugly and you started to fucking stalk me. you’re being the prime example for insecurity rn💀.

your messages can get as long as you want them to be, i will respond to them because it’s sad people still think like you.

there are people out there saying all things about cod or ghost or whoever. if i don’t like them, i scroll, but i don’t start insulting and stalking the author of that post/headcanon/fic or whatever.

grow tf up and get a helmet💀.

[imaginesforeveryone]

Fuck You, Shelby

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Y/N Warning: Smut, hate sex, language,  Summary: You were part of Alfie Solomons family, his niece to be exact, when Thomas came to make a deal with Alfie you weren’t to thrilled about it. You’ve always thought of the Peaky Blinders as just a petty little street game, and Thomas as the big headed leader. 

“Y/N! Get down here!” You heard your uncle Alfie yelling up to you in your office. You got up rounded your large desk leaving all your paper work scattered across it. Grabbing your long peacoat and putting over the tight fitting pant suit you wore. Walking out and seeing Alfie stood next Ollie, talking over a piece of paper. 

“Y/N, my sweet niece. How are we doing?” Alfie asked looking to you as you stepped off the last stairs. You knew that tone of voice. He need you to do something that he knew you don’t want to do. 

“What do you need Alfie?” You asked stopping in front of him. 

“Oh, don’t be a sour puss..” He said resting his arm around your neck and began. 

“So look. You see this big, successful fucking place you stand in?” He asked as you walked through all the rooms in the warehouse. You didn’t answer, just listened. 

“Well, you see, we need to make deals to keep this successful business going sometimes, I need you, being my kin, and also my right hand man, Ollie being my left, to help me with a business deal.” He said stopping at the last room in the building. 

“Alfie, I’m not getting married.” You told him. 

“No, No, No. Your a jewish women. This business partner is not.” He said with a slight giggle behind it. 

“But, he is here now. He has come to talk terms, and hopefully get a contract signed. I need you to write the terms, and when or if we close this deal to write up the contracts, and deliver them to him.” Alfie explained. 

“Okay. Sounds like normal business. Who is it we are making a deal with?” You asked looking up at Alfie confused as to why he was being so weird. He took the cigarettes out of your pocket jacket, lighting it and putting it in your mouth. 

“You’ll need this.” He said before opening the door to his office. You saw a man with his back towards you, a cloud of smoke engulfed him. You couldn’t tell who it was, but he stood and turned. You now realized who it was and you were not thrilled. 

“Tommy!” Alfie exclaimed out loud. 

“Hello, Alfie.” Thomas Shelby spoke low and stuck his hand out to shake Alfie’s. 

Thomas Shelby. Thomas fucking Shelby. Alfie knew you didn’t like him, he knew you thought of the Peaky Blinders as a back yard razor blade gang, that had no morals, and were just petty kids. You saying “kids” when you were practically one yourself, but thats besides the point. You hated how smug Thomas’ face looked, even though he didn’t have much expression on his face. 

“This is my niece, Y/N.” Alfie said stepping out of the way in front of you to introduce you to Thomas. 

“Oh, I’ve heard the stories about this one. You’re what? 23 years old? Still a baby, but you have kills on your hands more than I can count on my hands and feet. Very notorious gangster, I’d have to say. A women at that. Pleased to meet you Miss. Solomons.” Thomas said practically praising you and putting his hand out for you to shake it. 

“Yes, Mr. Shelby. I have been a busy busy bee since the day I turned 17. Yes, I’m a female. Yes, I guess you can say I’m a notorious gangster. But you left out all of the businesses I have helped become successful, you forgot that I’m the one that has helped my uncle become the man he is today. You forgot that you, and your peaky boys are just a backyard, razor blade gang. Yes, you have been successful, but not nearly to the extent that I have been. Not nearly, to the extend of my family. So Mr. Shelby, you want to make a deal with our family, make it good.” You explained to him very close to him, not face to face because he towered over you, but you felt as if you were the biggest person in this room. You pushed passed him, ignoring his hand shake, sitting in the corner on the chair that was set there. 

“Well.” Alfie said breaking the awkward silence. You smoked you cigarette in silence as they began their conversation. As you sat and wrote in your book listening to their conversation as to what the deals were going to be, you every once in awhile caught a glimpse of Thomas looking you up and down. Ignoring it, you focused on the topic at hand the entire time not letting his good looks get into your head like every other women that he looked at. 

“Well Mr. Shelby looks like we have a deal.” Alfie said holding up his glass of whiskey. Thomas doing the same and tipping the glasses at each other and taking a sip of it. 

“Y/N here will write up the contracts. I will sign them once she’s done and she will hand deliver them to your estate to sign personally.” Alfie said standing up motioning at you. Walking passed the both of them and back to your office. You sat down putting your face in your hands and rubbing your temples to calm the headache you had after dealing with them both in the same room. You heard your door squeak open. You leaned back in your chair and lit a cigarette seeing it was Alfie. 

“What the fuck Alfie?” You said in a calm manner. 

“Listen love. I know you don’t like the Blinders, but they are slowly monopolizing everything in the country. We need them on our side to keep this place going. He’s a sly bastard, that can pretty much get what he wants. So please play nice with them.” Alfie said standing in the door way. 

“Yeah, Yeah Alf. I will.” You said before he left the room. You began writing up the contracts as they needed. Thinking about Thomas every once in awhile. How his coat jacket outlined his toned arms perfectly. How his pocket watch chain hung loosely in front of his torso. How his pants hugged his thick thighs so perfectly. He’s hot, but again he was the leader of the Peaky Blinders. 

*Next day*

It was the next day, and you were just about to pulled up to Thomas’ estate. You were surprised how big the house was. You pulled in and rounded the fountain that was in front of the house. Stopping the car and getting out looking up at the house. You fixed your jacket around you and walked to the door. Knocking and the door quickly being opened by an older house keeper. 

“Hello Miss. Solomons. We’ve been expecting you.” She said stepping out of the way to allow you in. 

“Mr. Shelby is upstairs right now. But he advised me to let you in his office. He will only be a few moments.” She spoke as you followed close behind her. Looking at all the beautiful paintings as you passed them. Walking through a big mahogany door into a huge, beautiful room. A fire place crackling on one side of the room. Couches, chairs, and a massive desk sat in front of a very large, tall window.

“Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Shelby will be in shortly.” The maid said. 

“Thank you.” You said as you set your suit case on the chair, and stripped your jacket off just looking around the room. Taking in all the beautiful decor around. You sat on one of the other chairs and enjoyed the warm fire in front of you. 

“Hello Miss. Solomons. Happy to see you got here safely.” Thomas said walking into the room. 

“Yes. Long drive. But wasn’t bad.” You said watching him cross the room to the desk that had whiskey on it. You watched him as he was in a total different element. At home, not out doing business. Still dressed nicely, but no jacket on, just his button up and his dress pants. 

“Whiskey?” He asked. 

“Yes please.” You said. He poured two glasses and came over to you, stood next to you handing you a glass. You took it from his hand and took a sip. He went a took a seat in front of you on the couch. 

“So, the contracts?” He asked setting his glass on the table in front of the both of you. You grabbed the brief case and grabbed the folder out with the contracts. You set them on the table and pushed them to him. Grabbing them he opened and read it over. 

“So Mr. Shelby. Your house is beautiful.” You told him as he read. 

“Thank you. My late wife definitely helped a lot with the way to looks. Well, it is here because of you.” He explained still looking at the paper. 

“You built it for you?” You asked trying to play nice as Alfie said to do. 

“mhm.” He hummed out lowly. He finished reading them and grabbed a pen out of his pocket and signed. Closing the folder and pushing them back to you. You grabbed them and slide it back into your briefcase. 

“Here’s to a new alliance.” He spoke holding his glass up and you did the same. Taking a swig of it and setting it back down. You two talked for awhile trying to get to know one another to make this transition into allies a bit easier. After few whiskey’s and talking you two sat in silence for awhile. 

“So why don’t you like me?” Thomas asked breaking the silence. 

“Well Mr. Shelby as I explained, I don’t like the back yard razor blade gang you run. I think it’s childish and I think you are very very cocky. Every women thinks when they see you they need to drop to their knees and suck your cock just because of who you are. I respect that, but still. A man like you doesn’t deserve as much power as you do.” You explained to him. He gave you a slight smirk and a scoff. He stood from his seat finishing off his glass and rounding the table. He stepped between your legs towering over you. But, he sat down on the table in front of you now eye level. 

“So tell me Y/N, what about you?” He asked looking right into your eyes with a smug smile. 

“What about me?” You asked stirring in your seat becoming a bit on edge. 

“Do you want to drop to your knee and suck my cock when I walk into a room?” He asked that vulgar question making it pierce right through you, making your legs weak, but you refused to show. 

“No, Mr. Shelby. I have class.” You said sipping the rest of your drink and setting the glass down. Leaning back in your chair showing that you weren’t intimidated by him.

“Well.” He said standing back up towering over you once again. He leaned over settling his hand on top of the chair just above your head, and his other on the arm rest. 

“I’ll be truthful with you.” He began making you tense a bit as to how you were under him. He made you feel small. 

“I would like to fuck you into next week.” He continued, his left hand coming off the arm rest and setting in on you naked thigh that showed just under the hem of your dress. Slowly he traced between your crossed legs pushing them open. 

“I want to fuck you until you cannot walk.” He said now tracing his fingers under your dress. 

“So. What do you say? You sure you don’t want to?” He asked with his lips so close to yours you could feel his whiskey stained breathe on yours. He asked a question but you couldn’t get out an answer, all you could do was grab ahold of his face and plunge your lips into his. Standing, you pushed him back so he sat back on the table, now you towered over him, making him feel small. 

“Well, Mr. Shelby. Get to it then.” You said to him making him act quick, grabbing ahold of you, lifting you like you were nothing. Walking you over to his large desk, not bothering to clear it off before he set you down on it. Attaching your lips to his once more all while trying to undress yourself. But, before you could Thomas was tearing your dress in half, exposing that you wore no undergarments. 

“Well, well, well. No under garments. Were you expecting to get fucked?” He asked stepping back to take you all in. 

“Fuck you, Shelby.” You said with a grin pulling him back to you. Attaching your lips to his neck now making him quiver under you. 

“Eat my pussy.” You said pushing him back. He dropped to his knees, and spread your legs wide. 

“Now look who’s dropping to their knees for whooo!” You said but he attached his lips to your swollen clit making you howl out. 

“Fuck Thomas. I fucking hate you, but I fucking love your tongue.” You said grabbing ahold of his hair keeping him in place. 

“Don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” You yelled out. But he took his lips away as soon as you said that making you cry out. 

“You don’t cum unless I tell you too.” You stood not liking being told what to do. 

“Mr. Shelby I know you normally tell people what to do and they listen, but I also tell people what to do and they listen. So looks like we are going to have a bit of a conflict here.” You said pushing him back and making him sit in his chair behind his desk. You climbed onto his lap straddling him. 

“So Mr. Shelby. I’m going to fuck you now.” You said slowly sliding down on his cock causing both of you to gasp. You haven’t been touched in what felt like years. Feeling him slowly stretch you open, until you got to the base where it was the thickest and it felt like he was tearing you. 

“Fuck, you’re so big.” You moaned out. 

“Yeah, love. Do you like that?” He asked through moans. 

“Fuck, I do.” You said quivering at the thought of saying you liked something about Thomas Shelby. Moving yourself up and down slowly to begin to get used to his girth and length. But quickly Thomas got impatient lifting you up, still inside of you, he sat you down on the ledge of the window behind his desk. He began to pound into you causing you to grab ahold on his shoulder and digging your fingers into them. 

“Fuck, Thomas, harder.” You let out a breathy moan pleading with him. But there was no need to beg as he began pounding into you, harder, and faster with every thrust hitting that perfect spot every time. 

“Fuck, I never thought Thomas, FUCKING Shelby would be inside me.” You cried out as you were closing in on your orgasm. 

“I’m going to cum. Don’t stop.” You cried out wrapping your legs tighter around his waist to stop him from trying to pull out. 

“Do it love. Cum all of this cock. I’m not too far behind.” He said sliding in and out of you like velvet. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You screamed out as you released around him, clenching your walls harder around him. Quickly he also released inside of you, pumping sporadically milking himself. 

“Fuck love. Haven’t had that good of pussy in a long time.” He said pulling out of you and sitting back in his chair. You stood up and walked around and picked up Thomas’ dress shirt and slipping it over your shoulders.

“Since you destroyed my dress, I’ll take this.” You said buttoning it up. 

“Looks better on you than me.” He said taking a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. You walked over to grab two glasses and pouring whiskey into each. You grabbed a cigarette also and put it in your mouth and lighting it. You walked one of the glasses over to Thomas and handed it to him. 

“To a great partnership ahead of us. Looks like we will be spending a lot more time together. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll come to like you finally.” You said and clinked glasses together. 

“To you, Miss. Solomons.”

[oreo102]

Please I'm so so curious to hear your thoughts on 10/14

Ok so my thoughts on 10 are less than 14 so let’s start with him lol. I have not watched 10, so my hatred of him is more hatred by proxy of how the fandom treats him and proxy of 14, but I still do have a few specific thoughts and this will be long and definitely rambly

A) when talking about him I usually refer to him as Fandom’s Favorite White Boy or Pathetic Wet Cat/Twink mostly because it’s funny but for now I’ll use 10. The most I know about 10 is that he is angsty and in love with rose and besties with Donna… also that he’s pathetic but that’s more vibes

So- my hate of 10 is less tangible than 14 but i still have a few points, the main one being the way i see ppl talk about how he treated Martha and how obsessed with rose he was. I don’t think it’s ever compelling to have someone’s main personality trait be loving someone a whole lot which also honestly is my problem with rose (don’t hate her but don’t care about her)

From what I have seen and heard of 10 it’s rather… boring, honestly? Like it’s mostly clips out of context but for 13 and 15 I saw clips out of context and was like “ok wth is happening? /pos” with 10 it’s more like “wtf?” Also pretty sure his episodes were some of the ones I saw when my parents had the show on that played a part in me swearing the show off so

Ok onto the more tangible hatred of 14. A lot of this, admittedly, is more about the writing and showrunner decisions than 14 but those things by proxy makes me hate him

So- I have a lot of feelings on him quite literally starting from his first appearance in power of the doctor. I am SO PETTY that he doesn’t wear 13’s silly little outfit. Like I have gone on full rants about that fact to my friends and family

I’ve seen something claim that rtd didn’t want 14 to wear her outfit because people might be transphobic and derogatory towards him (even tho Dhawan!master wore it, and it’s pretty gender neutral) but then did nothing about the shit ppl said about ruby’s actor or about ppl who would be a bitch about rose the second being nonbinary(also i remember seeing a post about their deadname being mentioned in an episode? Not totally sure that’s true tho)

The 60th anniversary specials themselves don’t really celebrate Dr who as a whole as much as 10’s run with a few old villains but that’s not really my main issue with that. My main issue with the specials is that the Doctor gets their happy ending. With Donna. And her family. When fucking 3-4 episodes prior, their happy ending would’ve been yaz. It would’ve been staying with yaz. But nope! Donna! Because that’s what 10 would’ve wanted.

And I don’t want 14 to be with yaz, btw, I mean I want them to meet and for yaz to hit him, but I don’t want them to be a thing or like be together because I believe yaz is a lesbian but that’s not the point of this so moving on

I also have very much big issues with the scene where 15 and 14 are (presumably, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the full scene) talking about women they love and mention who I assume to be River and rose but not yaz, who again, they wanted to spend forever with 3-4 episodes prior. It makes the doctor seem like a douchebag even if it’s a writing issue and not a character issue

Also 14 being David tenant overshadows 13’s departure and 15’s arrival and since he is most likely going to show up at least a little bit in s14 he’ll overshadow 15 in his own series. It’s icky at the very least.

There’s something inherently bad about having the fandoms Favorite White Boy be with a contentious casting decision (because I have no faith in the Dr who fandom not to be bigoted) and even if no one has an issue with 15 being black and maybe gay (is he gay? He gives gay vibes) it’s still setting him up for failure by pairing him with 14

Also bigeneration is so fucking dumb and I hate it

Also also stop giving the Dr 19 year old companions it’s getting kinda weird now

[pestilentbrood]

oh please elaborate the academic drama you've got in your light flight lore, i love these gossips

Unfortunately most of my Light flight lore has got more to do with crazy political drama and one guy being sponsored to commit monstrosities, but You Know What. Here:

Since my light flight lore focuses them more on the past, most of my (willfully academia-brained) guys are historians/scholars/writers/lorekeepers and such like that. They're incredibly at odds with Arcane, who focus more on innovation toward the future.

( This came to a head in one project where a group of Arcane dragons came together with a group of Light dragons to try and map out all that was and all that ever will be, but found neither side could get along for shit. The project included a small town where the researchers/oracles/so-forth stayed, but in the end, things got super wild, religious elements got involved that neither side initially cared for, and everyone ended up exploding (metaphorically) and this may or may not have caused a sort of civil war. )

But don't worry about that. Come with me to the Adherence, a large city in the Sunbeam Ruins (where? Umm. Don't worry about it) that is populated primarily by Pearlcatchers. And everyone here sucks.

All attempts at scholarly discussions end in spitting fights and petty insults, as everyone thinks they're better than everyone else and can never be wrong. And if you're not of Light, or Lightweaver-forbid not a Pearlcatcher, you'll be scoffed and laughed at until you leave.

For example, two of my dragons, Bernadette and Inocenia, are constantly bickering. Bernadette is "Just a Stupid Guard," and therefore cannot be smart and must be very dull and all brawn no brain, and Inocenia is "A Pompous Rich Asshole" who surely relies only on her husband for any good ideas (which is not saying much, because her husband Iuriti is not smart).

Both of them are extremely well-read, studious women who have written long and well-received works in their time, but they have also written their fair share of extremely petty and pretentious diatribes meant just for each other. The spat between the Sunblood's Royal Guard and the Royal Advisor's Wife is one that everyone always tunes in for, because we just gotta see the big important people argue. It's Funny

Mostly it's just Inocenia going "The Intricacies of War ? Haha ! silly stupid strong woman. nobody cares about war because no war is happening. stop writing about wars and what we can learn from them" while Bernadette spits back "You only write about the economy because you control it, drop dead you spiteful old hag" etc

Common conversation quote in the Adherence: "Do I side with the Sunblood or the Rebellion? Mmh I don't get involved in politics. What? Do I side with Bernadette or Lady Inocenia?? WELL, I'll have you KNOW,"

Meanwhile outside of the Adherence, there is Vision, world's most insufferable spiral, currently inhabiting the Incompetence. And he's getting into wild arguments with Riaevis, an old man who claims to have been part of a war that did not exist

[roboticchibitan]

Someday I'm going to write a Very Problematic lesbian romance about a knight and a thief. The thief is a mage who can heal from any wound and her blood has restorative properties. This has caused her a Tragic Backstory. The knight is in love with the princess the thief steals something important from, but is currently out of favor with the princess.

The knight catches the thief in the act, but the thief slips through her fingertips. Knight gets obsessive about redeeming herself by getting the important thing back. Ensue cat and mouse chase. The thief is just playing with her at first. She curses the knight to be unable to lie to her. Cue seething rage from the knight.

These two women are Actually Trying To Kill Each Other. There are Murder Attempts. But also banter and the thief is REALLY hot and the knight slowly stops thinking about the princess every waking minute and starts thinking about this thief that she totally isn't attracted to.

Meanwhile, knight gets into deep shit with some other people. The thief keeps appearing to interfere, and each time, she tells the knight one component she needs to break the curse, but says she'll give the last component "over my dead body." She's playing mind games and toying with the knight.

Finally, the knight finds herself in dire straits. She's cornered with no way out. Suddenly! Thief to the rescue! Cue "only I'm allowed to kill you" line. There's a dashing escape and some witty banter before the thief uses magic to restrain the knight (and tease her because bondage is hot) and runs off.

After that the murder attempts get a lot more half hearted. The knight completely loses sight of her goal and is completely wrapped up in the thief. They end up drinking together in some back alley bar and having a drunken night of amazing sex. Knight wakes up alone with the important thing and a note left on the nightstand.

But on her way home, she's attacked by the people she's in deep shit with. She gets gravely injured and the last thing she remembers before losing consciousness is the thief appearing before her and screaming at her to open her eyes.

Knight wakes up completely healed at thief's home base. There's a moment of genuine intimacy and emotional connection. Almost jokingly, the thief says, "admit it, you're in love with me." Knight opens her mouth to say no but the lying curse stops her. Oh. But she's also angry about the curse. The knight demands to know the last curse breaking component she needs, and the thief sadly says she can't tell her. They fight a lover's quarrel.

The knight gets angry and leaves, heartbroken. But! After she gets home with the important thing, she can't stop thinking about the thief. The princess's petty drama doesn't interest her anymore. She wants the woman she's been obsessed with for months.

I'm not going to give away the ending but it's a "I'm asking you to hurt me" situation. A "you have to hurt me now if we want to be happy together later" situation. A "I love you and I'm sorry and I'm begging you to hurt me please don't deny me" kind of a deal.

Someday I will write it. I have other things I want to write first, but someday I'm going to write the most problematic of all lesbians. A story of obsession.

[autumn-foxfire]

Judging by the names of these episodes, it's a series of BO episodes.

As I said around a 100 episodes back, I dropped the series when I got to those episodes so everything after is mostly new to me as I kept up by checking the wiki.

Jodie and Camel <3 I really like these two so I'm lways happy to see them in an episode.

RIP to Jodie's friend.

Agasa adores to spoil his grandchildren T-T He's adorable and does not get enough love.

It makes me sad that Ai is being cut out of the BO plot however. How can Gosho write "because he isn't telling me anything, something is going on," like that's actually good writing T-T I know at this point in time it's Shinichi and Akai that Amuro are interested in due to his own personal reasons but due to the fact Bourbon had previously tried to kill Ai, I think it would be good to keep her informed.

Oh are these the episodes I saw my mutual talking about, where the BS deduction of Amuro being a secret agent is made due to Shinichi connecting his job with his childhood nickname.

Oh the friend is still alive.

Ah, a conservative women who thinks a women wearing a skirt at a certain length means she's seducing her students. Should I mention they're elementary students. What the fuck.

Amuro is such a fucking hypocrite.

Incel: I'm not a stalker!

Also incel: *Behaves like a stalker*

Well, if there is one thing Gosho is good at writing, it's creeps. But he doesn't seem to realise a lot of his "romantic" relationships are also either abusive, toxic or creepy (or all of the above).

God Amuro is being such a lil' bitch.

I hate him. He's being mean to Jodie who doesn't deserve it.

Shinichi is realizing that Amuro is a lil' bitch as well and will put all the hard work he and Akai have done to get an upperhand on the org in danger for his petty revenge against a man that doesn't deserve it as it was a misunderstanding that he partially caused.

Jodie could give Camel a run for his money with that driving.

Maybe the FBI should not just casually discuss their knowledge to one another when they know that their is a master of diguise in the BO who could be trying to swindle it out of them.

While I am annoyed half the org is made up of BO members, I do like that Amuro is still a pretty grey character.

Terrified boy!

Shinichi really needs to work on his poker face, though, he's telling his enemies his movements.

And the truth of what happened, Shinichi's and Akai's plan, has been revealed. At least by Bourbon.

Ooh, the conversation was about Shinichi and how far ahead he had managed to plan. Shinichi is a terrifying boy, it's no wonder he has Akai impressed.

Amuro: I want all you of your attention.

"Akai": And I want to listen to the TV

Poor Amuro, he thinks he's the one who has all the cards but once again Shinichi and Akai are already ahead of him.

Without context, Detective Conan is so funny because everyone is relying on this 7 year old.

Amuro pulling down "Akai's" turtle neck shouldn't be as homoerotic as it was. I know Gosho definitely didn't intend it XD

Yusaku to Amuro: I want to hear my wife, so please shut up.

Yukiko couldn't contain her love for Akai. I don't blame her. He is pretty great. And now you know many of Yusaku's fans are wondering if he's bisexual and if he and his wife will enter a thruple with the man who inspired the work.

Not Akai telling Amuro (or Rei) to stop being a lil' bitch. It's so funny.

Shinichi and Yukiko are definitely mother and son.

He learned how to be a petty lil' shit from her.

Shinichi should take some acting lessons from Akai. He needs them.

And we're introduced to the concept of Rum.

[omegansamurai]

Heyo!!!

Hope you're doing well and I hope I'm not being too much of a bother, but I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on Toph's characterization on the ATLA comics, please? 🥺

Especially from another Taang shipper, I think you're perspective is really knowledgeable and interesting (and you seem so smart with your words)

Oh my goodness!! Thank you! :D I was just about to message you! ^_^ 

LOL, well, I was the fortunate one to not read the comics, as I heard horror stories about them. XD But I just feel like...Toph isn’t treated really fairly in those comics? Like all Bryke can do is make her snarky and tough, but it’s like...she’s so much more than that? She can feel, she can cry, she can even act girly when she wants to! It’s like Bryke are so sheltered, they can’t make her interesting...maybe it’s because they see her as a dude-bro, and don’t want her to be involved with Aang, because Aang has Katara, but...well, why not? You think Aang would be totally fine with just having one girl when there are other girls out there that he can communicate with(like Toph?)? Like let’s be real, he’ll be a teenager soon, and he’s gonna notice some changes in girls...and the whole ‘Aang is a saint thing? Like...kid, you’re twelve. You got a whole life ahead of you. Meaning, different tastes in women change. And honestly, they, being Bryke, screwed up Aang as well. Like he’s too preachy, he’s too...I mean, I like Aang, I just don’t like Bryke’s Aang. Aang could’ve been so much more of a character that grows, but we don’t get that, we just get him to go through the easy way out, without any growth, just so he can get the girl, that girl being Katara. It’s just...it’s lazy. 

Honestly, I’m not even going to watch the ATLA grown-up movie, because it’s going to have Bryke at the helm. I know it’ll be a trainwreck, because they have to make them the way they were in the show...which, look at Korra, they did spectacularly with that show, didn’t they? X( Like, the writing is not on par with ATLA. And even then, the third season of ATLA felt botched. Like they just don’t want him to grow, and they want him to get the girl, which the story of Avatar is so much more than that! Like, care about your story, dudes! DX

Really, what I’m actually waiting for, is the Netflix live-action ATLA. At least that could be good without Bryke’s influence on the show. And it sounds great from all the stuff that’s been said about it! Like, seriously, the live-action sounds like it’s going to be good. I don’t even know what Bryke was pitching a hissy-fit about after they left(it could be ship preference, I don’t know!), but if it’s doing good, just know that they want in on that fame. XP

Okay, I’m gonna stop here, because I feel like I could go on and on about certain things, but just to end this message, the only reason Avatar is so different right now, is because the head writer and his talented writers aren’t on Avatar anymore. Bryke scared them away, because they are petty and stupid enough to cancel a fourth season for (get this) the greenlit of The Last Airbender movie! D: And they threw M. Night under the bus when it did very poorly when they had a hand in it as well! X(

Either way, yeah, I just don’t like Bryke. XP

(Sorry, I feel like I didn’t answer your question. I hope I at least kind of did. ^^; )

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My favorite Weezer album (also objectively the worst, DO NOT FUCKING LISTEN TO IT PLEASE /srs I will bite you with malicious intent) is the Pinkerton Album, it's misogynistic and pathetic and fetishistic, rivers cuomo made the rawest sounding incel music ever. The whole album is just rivers screaming and pouting about how horrible his life is because women don't love him, my favorite song by the foxing is also rory if that makes it any worse for you LMFAO

my top 3 Pinkerton songs are "I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams", "Butterfly - Alternate Take", and a tie between "El Scorcho" and "Pink Triangle" because pink triangle is so funny to me, rivers is complaining about the girl he liked being a lesbian, get cucked loser. If u decide to listen to the album, only listen to IJTOTLOMD (acronym for the first song I mentioned, I'm not writing that shit out) and Pink Triangle, they are the least egregious out of the entire album, and IJTOTLOMD doesnt even have rivers singing ITS THE BEST SONG WITHOUT THE ACTUAL LEAD SINGER in it this shows you how bad Weezer is, I'm old Weezer's biggest fan and number one hater I will always make fun of weezer

ALSO OMG THANK U ?? u got me smiling and shit. lol I don't want to get into it but my last partner (online dating) pressured me into being xir dominant and guilt tripped me into doing sexual things for xem ... it just was a bad experience overall. And then bro had the gall to break up with me on my birthday after we were together for over a year and showed me xir new boyfriend the day after like...It was fucked. But I'm better now!! And Im not using the word loser in a demeaning way for myself, I'm like, Hmmm... I have that pathetic sopping wet dog rizz yk? Pathetic Loser ™ is my base state of being, my younger siblings bully me about it but its all in good fun I love them lol. (One of them admitted that I was actually cool so heeheehee)

But thank you I feel special, you have a grown man doing this -> ☺️👉🏼👈🏼 and kicking his feet and shit. I'll give you a little kiss on the cheek as a token of my thanks. Mwah 💋

- the same anon who is still scared of admitting who he is lol

okay you know those guys that like. Seethe because terrible men give bad bitches trust issues??? That’s me rn.

anon you have no fucking idea how mad this makes me 😭 like?? Be so so so fucking fr. YALL HAVE TO STOP FUMBLING BADDIES. GIVE THEM TO PEOPLE WHO DESERVE THEM (ME!!! I WILL CHERISH THEM!!!)

okay as someone who also got burned by online dating (long ass story. which I won’t tell unless asked). I’m genuinely so sorry that happened to you. People online can be such a fucking hit or miss (usually a miss). But your ex’s behavior makes me think your ex is jealous LOOOOL. No one flexes anything if they’re truly happy and content—trust.

I’m still doing this to your ex tho bc I’m petty.

AND YESSS YOU GET IT. Like. When I say loser I don’t mean that in a bad way. Like, more in a colloquial sense. Because really I like nerdy guys bc they’re people who are open and proud of their interests even tho they may seem weird. And they’re just honest about who they are and their abilities. It’s actually really brave. And I love that about them. So. Yeah.

ty for the cheek kiss tho hehe I am glad I was able to make u feel good.

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Bridgerton Season 3 Ep 6 Reaction

This is my take on Episode 6, if you want to read how I felt about episode 1-5 please go to my history and you will find them there! Well, here it goes! Read below, there will be spoilers!

Firstly, I love the writing on this show and Pen's vicious lines! Comparisons to the devil lol! And I love Portia in the corner chaperoning and being nosey. Her little face when Colin takes out the ring! Priceless!

Aw, the ring is so pretty and Colin is so sweet. That's why we love Colin and Bridgerton in general isn't it. Modern men just aren't going around saying stuff like "only half as beautiful as you". Swoon. Penelope is living a lie and a fantasy right now, but I can't blame her for not wanting it to end. Colin saying and doing everything she ever wanted him to? Yes, please.

That look when she's alone though. Poor Penelope, there is a world of drama ahead of you. Nicola Coughlan is a queen and a really great actress. She really sells all the different facets of Penelope from being in love to being scared and having sobering realizations.

Cressida, Cressida, Cressida. I don't know what to feel about you. I was enjoying the Cressida Eloise friendship and totally understand not wanting to marry that old man, but I don't think this plan is well thought out and she's going to get caught or look a fool. I have mixed feelings about Cressida, but I'm not mad at the storyline. I think it's interesting and really highlights the plight of women during that time and how hard it was for unmarried women without getting too preachy.

I was critical of Lord Anderson in the past and though I still don't find him wildly charismatic I am starting to warm to Violet-LW coupling. I think the subtle enjoyment of each other's company is cute and for their age and circumstances the subtle and slow approach is rather refreshing.

Bridgerton family hijinks are the best! One of the reasons we love the show and the characters are for the love we have of this family. They are hilarious together! John is so funny and witty. I love his line about the plague. He is not like the Bridgertons, but he likes them and finds them amusing. Yes! I knew this was coming and was soon to happen- Francesca and John are getting married! I like them so much, they just make sense together and it is so natural. The actors portray them so well.

Colin and Eloise having a heart to heart, yes. I think this season is about two relationships- Colin and Penelope and Eloise and Penelope. The writers have not highlighted the Peneloise friendship from Season 1 and have dramatized their breakup for no reason, I think that Polin is important, but so is Peneloise and the revealing of Whistledown is going to be messy, but necessary to get Peneloise back together.

I love Eloise's plotline so far. It makes her so much more of a grounded, complex character than the shrewish, preachy mode she sometimes gets in. She is not telling Colin the truth because it's not hers to tell and knows it will hurt him and she's also still got lingering friendship feelings about Penelope.

Oooh, the talk between Penelope and Eloise is so good! "You're name is about to be Bridgerton." I get why Penelope is upset and why she's holding on to Lady Whistledown, but right now I'm kind of on Team Eloise- she's not wrong, Colin would be devastated to find out and she could just stop, it's not like she needs more money and the column isn't changing the world, it's just petty gossip for the most part. I love Penelope, but it's true!

The queen is written and acted so well here. She is the power player here and is not taken in by Cressida Cowper. I love the Queen and even though she is Penelope's foil and causing all this drama, I still respect and love her. She's a boss. She can read people and almost did catch LW almost outsmarting Penelope.

Portia- I knew this conversation was going to go sideways somewhere and here we are. Penelope is a ballsy and intelligent woman who has outsmarted the queen with her infinite resources and the entire ton for years. She is so clever and best friends with Eloise and so spent years not merely wanting to be someone's wife. I read somewhere that this scene is what makes Pen want to hold on to LW even more and I agree- she doesn't just want to be some lady some wife with no dreams, She's Lady friggin Whistledown. Although, I must say that Portia is not being deliberately cruel here or anything, she's just a product of her times.

I love the boys having a boys night and for being good friends to Will. I like how it shows the kindness of the Bridgertons and shows that they are not stuck up or snobbish, only befriending those that are of their class and whatnot. I also like the dynamics and seeing a side of the different men as friends and not just as lovers. It really grounds them and makes them even more likable!

Awwww, Colin and Pen together in the church, so cute! "In what world would I not". "I will spend a lifetime begging your forgiveness for not seeing you sooner." "There is nothing in the world that makes me happier than being with you." And then they dance, too! Oh my god this scene is the cutest scene ever!

Ok, I knew that I was going to have problems with Cressida going forward and here it begins. She asks Eloise to help her write, pretty smart actually because Eloise is a capable writer, but then Cressida became petty and mean so quickly. I think Eloise was letting her down gently and then all this vindictiveness and fury. I really hope that Cressida gets taken down eventually!

I love seeing the subtleties of Francesca and knows that she is slightly jealous of the attention that Penelope and Colin are getting. She doesn't want to be in the spotlight, but she is in love with John and wants to get married right away.

Penelope throwing the LW papers out is so telling because at this moment she loves Colin more than Lady Whistledown and all that that entails. She would rather be his wife than have her own voice and her own dreams and I think that is heartbreaking, but cute. She really does love him a lot.

Also, I really love that they put the book story line of having Colin be a writer in the TV show. I think that connection to writing is important for the relationship because Penelope is foremost a writer and it's nice for her to have someone understand her and have a love of writing as well.

I love Madame Delacroix. I think she's such an interesting character and I love that she as an independent woman recognizes the importance of LW on Penelope's life and calling it her life's work. She recognizes what it has given to Penelope and she admired Penelope for having a dream outside of just being a wife. I love her line about liking the glow she gives to others.

LOL! Cressida's attempts at writing is so laughable! I love that they included such awful writing proving how dumb Cressida is and how it can't possibly be her. I would feel bad for her, but I think the show is back to making her the main villain so I don't really. She is choosing violence and malevolence now and it's disgusting, it isn't even desperation or getting away from the old man now, it's just scheming and power grabbing at this point.

Benedict scenes kind of bore me which kind of scares me for the Benedict Sophie season. So here we have an awkward dinner party, let me guess the other guy is into guys isn't he? He's going to try to get it on with Benedict because Benedict attracts artsy gay guys.

The Mondrich ball is gorgeous and Penelope looks gorgeous! Even the queen is impressed! I love the oversized pop up thing they had going on it was cool.

Aha! See I was correct in that Francesca was annoyed that her wedding was being delayed and Violet definitely has some reservations about John which I understand sort of. I think that they are cute together, but they're both weirdos. Cute weirdos, but they have some social issues that might be exacerbated by being together and so similar. Violet is worried that they might encourage each other to be anti social and awkward and not bring one another out and I don't think she should be, but I see where Violet is coming from.

The Lady Danbury and Lord Anderson argument is so juicy to me. I knew there was something deep and hidden there and this hate goes back years! I love Lady Danbury from the show and in the books, so when she was mad at her brother I felt it and didn't trust him. I hope they resolve it, but this is some deep stuff.

Oho! I knew it! Benedict was being pulled into some threesome business! I think he will not partake because he is straight and a one person at a time kind of guy, but who knows he might be tempted. He is very pleasure seeking.

Cressida with that hair and the red dress walking into the ballroom uninvited to "Confident" playing in the background is a whole mood. I love the actress that plays her, she did a fabulous job this season.

Penelope and Eloise seem to be friends again now, huzzah! Things seem to be back to normal with Peneloise together and Cressida is the villain again. I like the fact that it took Eloise coming to Penelope for her to pick up the pen again because she sees how they have created a monster and Eloise is sure that Cressida is coming for her and her family. She says that she's finally doing some good with her pen and she now has Eloise's blessing to be Lady Whistledown.

"You are Lady Whistledown?" Argh! No! I knew this was coming, but still I don't like it. I knew that this reveal had to happen, but now I see drama for the next few episodes from this. This is no easy thing to overcome or forgive and is going to cause a tsunami in the Polin relationship. Cringe. It's juicy and necessary, but major cringe.

I can't wait to see what's next!