#probably gonna add to this this summer but !
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Really don't like the american dream/"pull yourself up by your bootstraps" aspect they gave Hiroshi Sato. It adds nothing to his character and it always felt so weirdly shoehorned in? Like did we need to know this about him.
Plus I feel like it would be a much more interesting commentary ot have Hiroshi be of very old money, contrasting him with Mako and Bolin when it comes to the imbalances betewwn benders and nonbenders. He has wealth and no bending, they have bending and no wealth.
It also makes sense with Hiroshi being descended from the Fire Nation settlers of the Earth Kingdom who then remained in the United Republic when it was formed. No doubt these people would be more financially well off than the Earth Kingdom folks who were probably looked down on. They'd have some money and properties saved up, most definitely.
Plus, not gonna say anything but calling Mako a 'street rat' after he went mask off feels startingly classicist or smth.
Like buddy boy could've just said something about benders being inherently violent or smth but no he immediately decided to insult the 18 year old orphan's monetary situation.
Plus his backstory could so easily be tweaked to him being an old money Fire Nation settler without essentially making any changes to him as a character or to the show's storyline. Like him shoeshining was him doing a summer job for one of his rich dad's rich friends or smth.
#this also sucks because apparently Varrick also used to be poor and so it also feels repetitive#let him be old money#avatar#legend of korra#tlok#the legend of korra#avatar the legend of korra#atlok#lok#mako#asami sato#hiroshi sato
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Egg Camp Week 2 - The Lake
I've had most of this written since maybe Tuesday but writer's block has hit me almost as hard as university work has. So it doesn't have an ending that I like but oh well.
But nonetheless, here's Ping's time at the lake at camp (@which-qsmp-egg-would 's summer camp). But also happy belated birthday to Ăfonya!
Once again, not proofread and under a read more.
When it had been announced that the second week of Camp would be spent at the lake, Ping had been excited. Heâd liked the idea of swimming in the lake, he wasnât the strongest of swimmers so he wouldnât be going very deep but heâd been assured by Mr Rabbit that no one would be forcing him, or any of the other campers, to do anything that they did not want to. They were there to have fun and enjoy their time and that was what Ping had set out to do.
The horn that theyâd all heard at the beginning of camp rang out once more, as the sun was rising, painting the sky in different hues of blue and orange. The window next to the bed that Ping had slept let in a small stream of light, for Ping had not closed the curtains fully. They rose out of bed, the book that heâd been reading the night before falls from his chest as he sits up, undoubtedly creasing whatever page itâd land on. Ăfonya and Soup were slow to rise, with Soup being hidden behind a mosquito net that theyâd had Mr Rabbit help put up and Ăfonya still getting used to her surroundings, the three campers milled about and got ready.
Ping had wanted to change where he tied his yellow bandana. On the first day itâd been around his forehead, for the second day, theyâd thought about tying it around their wrist. This was partially so that heâd feel the weight of something being there; heâd not taken his fatherâs watch that heâd inherited because he knew itâd get damaged in some way with how clumsy he could be at times. But had decided against it, having felt like he could see more with it tied around their forehead.
When all three had gotten ready, with all necessary sun protective gear and entertainment for when they were out of the water, Mr Rabbit stopped them in their cabinâs miniature common room, he was holding a cake with a single candle.
They sang happy birthday and Ăfonya blew out the candles while she made a wish. Ping hadnât celebrated a birthday in a while so sharing Ăfonyaâs first birthday was something that Ping would treasure. Heâd taken a couple of photos of Ăfonya blowing out the candle on his, admittedly old hand-me-down phone, so that he could print it out on a Polaroid for both her and his own memory photobook. It had been another gift, like his backpack had been, from his grandparents.
The cake, now without the candle, was placed into a cool bag for when lunch arrived and the camp counsellors decided it was time to eat. Mr Rabbit looked at them once more to discuss the happenings of the day.
âAs you all know, today and for the remainder of the week weâll be at the lake. I wanted to set out some ground rules for us all so that we have the best possible time. Is that cool with you?â He looks at his three wards to see them all nod and focus.
The safety conversation lasts no more than five minutes, with Mr Rabbit telling them which adult to go to if they couldnât find him, who knew the best first aid and other important details with jokes weaved in so as to not put any pressure on them needing to remember it perfectly. He made a show of telling them what was in their cabinâs first aid kit; with hypoallergenic plasters for Ping, mosquito/bug repellent for Soup and other such items that had been written on the documents that their guardians had signed before their arrival.Â
As they left their cabin to join the rest of the camp, Ăfonya, as Ping had noticed the night before as he was reading, was mumbling to herself, reminding herself of what Mr Rabbit had told them. Ping smiled as he walked by her and Soupâs side, heâd heard stories of people who went to camp and became lifelong friends with their cabin mates and he could see his friendship with Soup and Ăfonya lasting a long time.
It wasnât a long walk from camp to the lake, though Ping spent most of the walk staring at the sky, in awe at the colours. No one in the city was normally awake, especially his grandparents who raised him, as early as they were in the camp so heâd never experienced a proper sunrise before.
As everyone got settled, getting changed into their swimming costumes in the nearby outhouses, counsellors laying out picnic blankets for those who did not want to swim. Ping has been entranced by the colours that surrounded the lake; the green of the trees, the blue of the water, the now orange colour of the sky. If anyone was to look at him, theyâd see his mouth wide open in awe.
He sat on one of the blankets laid out, placing his bag down by his side as he took out his book. Itâd been instilled in him that when going somewhere new, that he should wait a while and get comfortable in the area before diving head first. To his right, Ms Panda and Mr Rabbit were huddled over a well-loved map, pointing at different points that meant nothing to Ping in his current state.
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The rest of the week was spent similarly, with Ping going on a couple of nature walks led by Mr. Fox and Mr. Rabbit. Heâd stuck close by his cabin leader when he led his nature walk, learning different obscure facts about the bugs and trees that native to the area.Â
Midway through the week they spent more time in the shade, he tended to burn easily in the sun but it would become a tan over time. Ping had joined a small group of campers from other cabins; introducing themself and their cabin, and one of his favourite songs. He had some albums downloaded on his phone and let the group listen.
As the week came to a close, and all the campers grew tired, though not of the lake but because of all the energy theyâd used up the days prior. Most of the young campers sat at the lake side, with their feet dangling under the water, watching how the water rippled. It was very serene, with very few campers still having excessive amounts of energy. Ping had gotten through most of his book while sitting under the shade of a large tree not too far from the lakeside.
Some campers, whoâd gotten bored of the water, had started to climb the thicker trees. Mr Rabbit had given them a stern talking to, before giving them a safer way to climb the trees and sit on the branches. Heâd sighed upon first glance of the campers attempting to climb and had quickly hurried close.
It had been a fun week and Ping, when writing back home to his grandparents, had written pages and pages about everything they could possibly recall; writing about the people heâd met, the bugs heâd held and learned about, the small celebration of Ăfonyaâs birthday and other such things that heâd want to tell his grandparents in person. He was writing almost as if they were running out of time, but if he didnât get it all written down, he wouldnât remember it as much as he wanted to. Which he knew was inevitable but they wanted to hold those memories close while they were still fresh.
#this isn't as good as I hoped it was because writer's block hit me like a fucking being thrown at something#i'm probably gonna add some more to this on sunday or something#poll's egg summer camp#hep writing
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#edit: i probably should add that i've camped and traveled alone before but that doesnt mean its not risky#im probably gonna do it but just curious lol#there are like hundreds of stories of people encountering weird animals and things and its very close to me and someone just told me they#camped there once and got so weirded out by noises at night they left at 2am#so naturally i checked to see if there were any open spots this summer
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meet jemeia, my dnd character!
she almost failed out of wizarding school, but rather than study (which she's fully capable of), she made a deal with an archdevil. she's great at having friends and making sound decisions, i swear!!
#procrastination poster child i love you đ#might i add that she is doing all this so she doesn't get disinherited? because the only thing worse than being a wizard is being poor#she's experienced a lot of growth through y1 in the campaign!! i think we're starting summer 1 sessions soon which is gonna be so fun#it's a strixhaven inspired game btw#dnd#dnd character#jemeia brightwinter#tethyma#(that's the campaign i have some more session doodles i'll probably post at some point)#yumidraws
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the three lions: england's national team, a beginner's guide (and why, exactly, it's coming home.)
england has the joint oldest national team in the world (competed in the first international match against scotland in 1872)
their home stadium, wembley, in london, holds 90,000 supporters
their training grounds, st. george's park, has 12 pitches, a hilton on-site, and hosts all of england's national teams, from men's seniors, women's seniors, all levels of men's and women's juniors, and the disability and futsal teams
during international break, the three lions stay at the hilton on site, train on site, and rarely leave camp unless they're withdrawing from play altogether
currently managed by gareth southgate, who has managed the england men's seniors since 2016, having managed england's u21 team before that.
the england seniors play with unset numbers. they wear the number of the position they're playing in any specific game, outside of major tournaments. (1 = goalie, 2=right back, 3=left back, 4+5=centre backs, 6=defending midfielder, 7=right winger, 8=box-to-box midfielder, 9=striker, 10=attacking midfielder, 11=left winger). in any game outside of major tournaments these are the numbers the players are wearing. always.
in major tournaments, the players are assigned the numbers before the tournament. position numbers still matter. the preferred XI are getting the numbers 1-11.
players on the bench wear numbers from 12 upwards. (so, for this upcoming 23-man squad euros, the bench players will be wearing 12-23. this does not mean these 12-23 will never start, they will. but the preferred xi will be wearing 1-11, even if they don't start).
jamie can confidently play any number from 7 through 11. he prefers the 8 or the 10, but he frequently finds himself on the wings.)
occasionally, england will play their home matches at stadiums other than wembley. but playing at wembley is special, it always will be.
getting a call is a big honor, and it is always a big honor. you can reject a call up, but that will lead to criticism from both industry professionals (players, pundits, coaches) and the public.
typically, when playing at wembley, the team will travel from st. george's park to the tottenham hotspur training grounds the day before the first match, where they will stay and train for the days prior to the games.
the euro squad is 23 men, less than the 25 man squad england has on an average international breaks. the breaks leading up to these major tournaments decide who makes it and who doesn't.
this generation of england's players is considered the best in a very long time. if england doesn't bring it home (win it all) this summer, it's likely that southgate's job is on the line.
#headcanons !#probably gonna add to this this summer but !#personal blogs leave this alone i am begging u
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Late night doodleâŠ.
#art#digital art#character design#if you guys were wondering why I donât yap as much or get on tumblr as much anymore itâs because I only get on super late at night#Iâm busy with school and my naps#mutualâs if I reblog your posts with no tags itâs not because I donât have anything to say itâs because Iâm too sleepy to type it out#Iâm gonna get back into posting my Loki and Thor art#I donât wanna post any because itâs just all incomprehensible Thor doodles#Iâll probably render a few and then add Loki there too#or just do a bunch of solo Loki drawings because I love drawing her#my favorite character is Thor!!! proceeds to never draw him#Iâll probably hunt down some of my mutuals ocs and draw them when I have time#I actually donât have a lot of mutuals with like public ocs#they draw their favorite character#soooooo Iâll have to draw their design of that character#sighhh#itâs so late guys#(itâs like 9 pm)#I usually go to bed at 8#though Iâve been staying up later for some reason???#donât know why but I donât mind the extra time#still not waking up any earlier though#I should stop waking up 20 minutes before I have to go placesâŠ#my bed is so comfy!!!#sighhhhhhhh sometimes self care is doing the hard things#(is kicking and screaming clawing at my mattress)#((I have to go walk my dog))#unemployed activities#Iâm gonna get a job in summer because I am not working on TOP of school#Iâm sorry my art commissions I do once every 2 months drain me enough
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#periodical life updates#lets hope this one goes better than the last one </3#anyway hi everyone. im in an entirely different timezone during this trip so its actually mid afternoon right now#thats not what this is about though this is about how im EXCITED FOR ARTFIGHT AS USUAL!!! lemmy posted his s/is and theyre so cute <3#also the theme reveal is coming on the 23! i hope its enough time for the theme templates? i love doing the theme templates with everyone :#this'll be my seventh year participating holy sht!! ive been doing this for seven (7) years!!!!!!!!#ive been feeling like ive been improving in art every artfight but idk how i'll fare this year. i feel like ive been a bit stagnant#and i did some PRETTY KILLER PIECES LAST YEAR;;; who knows if i'll top it; especially with summer college classes UGH#miserable about that btw. college my beloathed forever and ever amen. :/ ive been meaning to fix a few characters profiles and add some too#FINALLY going to separate kelly and jace! kelly is now the bureau of balance halfling only <3 ive been redrawing a new design of her :>#she has cute pointed ears now heho!! and actual more fantasy-esque clothes to fit her universe <3 jace is getting a separate profile!#jace is now solely my sona and i look SO much more gender now with the haircut and i can post my refs <33#i also want to post agent and icarus and all the javelins but that means i have to draw them actually hfjkh <33#i should also actually add something to shen's profile hfkjfh i care more about xer worldbuilding than xer character i feel </3#IVE BEEN MEANING TO GET QUEUE BACK UP but everytime i look at my drafts i feel so tired </3 theres ART i want to reblog!!!#ough. some other time. okay! im gonna get my artfight discord channel back up and running for the new artfight season! let's go let's go!#oh and i'll be sure to announce which team im joining obviously hdjfdh it'll probably be the lighthearted one <3#some of the themes this year are a little off? (stars vs nebula? heart vs soul? arent those the same thing?) but im hoping for the best <3#okay frfr going now! hope for queue soon maybe if i have time/energy! working on artfight! lets goooooo!! <3
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*stumbles out of blender tutorials covered in blood* heyy guys good evening how are u ^_^
#lem text#im kidding iâm having fun. trying to expand my range for my portfolio#and also because i wanna make ff-style models for north and chrome someday HEKJN <33#i feel very art-inspired for the summer im gonna remake my artfight refs later :) will add a few of my inserts too <33#selfship âmutualssss if you participate in af you can probably expect an attack from me when it comes around <|:]
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the u.s academic system is deeply fucked up in several ways and also i have autism
#ray's tag#keys' art#yeah this is a vent piece. you're free to like reblog share whatever#if we weren't comfortable with sharing it or having it reblogged trust me wed let yall know#i'm just. Under a lot of stress rn and we're gonna get a shower soon so that should help but#i have several months' worth of geometry work due and we're doing it really slowly and we just started#and we have like. two weeks left in the term.#we CAN extend the deadline till may and finish the second half during the summer but like#i dont wantto do that. i dont want to work during the summer.#its probably our only option though#i doodled this in like ten minutes while waiting for the shower to heat up i should. Probably get in before it runs cold#i'll add an id to this later#h#vent
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i only need to do the. idk beta reading process ig for the next one. if u even care
#i say beta read i actually just need to add proper punctuation and capital letters. and probably also fix mistakes but the other two are the#main issue Lmao#i already Know i'm gonna probably rework a lot of the first half. argh.#mine#so Yea chaps from now on are gonna take Longer bc i have to. actually write them yk. the first like 3/4 chaps i had them basically Done jus#needed that Beta Reading i have to be writing from SCRAPS now can u believe. the horrors#the good news is that summer is almost over and i only have One last big event before free time. then uni starts but#uni is somehow less busy than summer for me#except the exams ofc. but that won't be a problem till after december so who care
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The best part of making an outfit that is over the top is that there is no reason to not add more
#i might make a very over the top vampire outfit and i will just add more over time. who's gonna stop me?#(the summer sun. probably)#-franz
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I have secured a ride to go get more mystery snails! Iâm glad because i did not like the idea of an hour bus ride with a bag of aquatic critters.
Not even sure a bus driver would let me on to be honest with a bag full of water and snailsâŠ
#the pixie speaks#probably gonna get three#hoping they have pretty ones#the website showed some ghostly white ones so i think one of those epuld be neat to add#not expecting anything too fancy from a chain petstore#incould order some fancy ones but i get nervous about them in transit#plus summer temps will be getting higher than is safe
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how abt headcanons for the arcane women on a beach date? :0 feel free to add/remove anyone ^^
Coming right up!
Arcane X Beach Date with Reader!
Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika, Ran and Vander
Warning: Some slight suggestive themes and mild cursing. But pretty much SFW.
A/N: Aww, summer is practically over! I hope you guys had fun this summer and stayed safe! Whatever is next in the future, I hope we all have a great time and look forward to the rest of 2024! We only got three more months until Season Two guys, I know we can do it even if it feels so far. So let's hang in there!
Powder/Jinx
âHey, hurry up and look over here, toots! Iâm about to pull off the biggest cannonball!... Yeah, yeah, Iâll be fine- Now watch me!â
At the beach, Jinx is absolutely going to do everything under the sun, whether it be legal or illegal! She might not be the best swimmer, but she loves getting in the water, especially jumping in and getting her adrenaline going. And you better expect her to get you involved in a water fight! Just donât expect her to play fair, girlie has a bunch of mechanisms she can make into weapons for your game and sheâs not afraid to use them!
Sand castles are requested and being buried in sand is a must. A date at the beach with the Loose Cannon feels more like a hangout than a lovely day together in the sand, but donât get it wrong. Jinx loves spending time with you at the beach and will sneak some kisses to your cheek or slam her lips on yours. Sheâs pretty sure your beach date is probably one of the best days of her life and itâs all thanks to you.
Violet âViâ
âThis is the perfect weather for a nice swim, babe. Hey- Race you to the other side. Last one there is buying ice cream!â
When you invited Violet to a date on the beach, she was more than ready, she was beyond excited! She is a perfect balance between playful and romantic, always flirting with you in regards to your swimsuit and even sneaking some seductive touches along your body. And right when sheâs done or is about to kiss you, sheâs quick to trick you by running away gleefully waiting for you to catch her or messing with you.
Sheâs not exactly the best of swimmers, but is willing to learn and get her feet wet just for you. If you both arenât having fun talking to each other and exploring the beach side by side, then guests of the beach better expect to see a happy couple making out in the sand or getting affectionate. Peering eyes or none, a beach date with Violet is all you could ever ask for and more.
Caitlyn Kiramman
âAhh, isnât this absolute bliss, my love-... Did. Did you just splash me? Oh, youâre gonna pay royally for that.â
Caitlyn has been to the beach quite a lot in the summer with her family and always loved spending time on the coast. So when you asked her on a getaway there, she was immediately on board. During your date, she makes sure you are all okay, rubbing sunscreen on you and checking if all your equipment is accounted for. Caitlyn is more on the quieter side, having a picnic in the sand with you or laying in the shade and just catching the breeze.
But do not let this fool you; She can be playful and accept your requests to swim, especially since sheâs a pro at it, or just play in general! Sheâll always be open to exploring underwater with you or even making some sand castles together! When itâs time to go, Caitlyn almost doesnât want to leave, but at least she has a sweet memory and new tradition to share with you.
Ekko
âYouâre right, we all needed this vacation. Everyoneâs happy and youâre happy, so Iâm fine. Wanna take a swim with the others?â
Ekko has never been to the beach before. Heâs only heard stories from Pilties that passed by the undercity and seen pictures of it, but has never set foot on one, and neither has the Firelights. Whenever he needed a swim or a getaway, he would just find a local lake or river to satisfy him and everyone elseâs needs. So you can imagine his surprise when you set up a little vacation for him and his allies on the coast!
The leader of the firelights is beyond happy the entire time youâre by his side and showing off the beach to the firelights, engaging in small games of volleyball or tag with the young ones. Of course itâs still a date for you two, so heâs sure to give you all the love and care you could ask for when the kids or Scar arenât taking up you twoâs time. But even then, it is all in all a fun experience to share, whether alone or with the freedom fighters.
Viktor
âAye! How is the water so cold? Maybe you should swim on without me⊠Donât worry, Iâll keep watch-. H-Hey! Fine, Iâll join you, letâs just take it slow.â
It had been years since Viktor had stepped on a beach before you asked him on a date there. The once feeling of sand in his feet made him raise an eyebrow and the wind touching his skin had him a bit nervous with his body out. From the looks of it, you were sure at first that this would be a hard time to enjoy togetherâŠ
But after a while and a bit of convincing to let loose with some encouragement, the scientist finally let loose a little and enjoyed all of the beach with you. He may not be able to swim, but walking in the water, holding your hand and feeling the small waves crash into his ankles? Now that was a piece of absolute heaven. And exploring uncharted territories with you to find the most beautiful of caves was beyond delightful. He would have to remind himself to come to the beach with you more often.
Jayce Talis
âWhatâs up? Are you admiring my muscles?... If youâre looking at them dry, I canât wait to see how youâll look at them wet. Now come on in!â
All it took was one date to find out that Jayce practically belonged on the beach with you! There he acted like such an excited child in his trunks running immediately into the water with your hand in his to feel the waves wash over you two. Donât expect to do much outside of swimming unless you need something from your personal belongings, and even then Jayce will go grab it for you and head straight back in!
He isnât much of a goofball swimming with you outside of small moments of teasing, but he does get quite handsy and flirtatious, holding your waist and pulling you close to kiss you. Everyone can practically put together that you are his with how affectionate he is around you. And he doesnât care either because he doesnât mind putting you on the pedestal where you belong. Itâs a chill date, but a nice date regardless.
Mel Medarda
âMmm, we needed this, sweetheart. A day away from the nagging, pointless fighting and having to meet expectations? Itâs absolutely worth it.â
A beach date with Mel has got to be one of the calmest dates youâll ever have in your life. Mel isnât much of a swimmer, preferring to just walk down the coast with you. But even then, she spends most of her time sunbathing and simply taking in the ambiance around the both of you in relaxation. For some it may be boring, but for her just being near you and practically doing nothing is heavenly.
Of course she wonât be a prude though. Sometimes sheâll take a minute and collect seashells to take home with her as souvenirs. And if you do want to swim around or really utilize the beach, she will let you and simply watch you having fun lovingly from the sidelines. That is unless you want her to join you, then just ask and sheâll be right by your side enjoying every second with you.
Sevika
âRan is challenging me to volleyball and I was wondering if youâd want to be my partner?... Thanks babydoll- Hey, Ran! Get ready to get your ass kicked!â
Sevika doesnât go to the beach unless itâs with a group of friends. Only then with them and you as company is she gonna have the time of her life! Outside of work and in the sand, the muscular woman is a lot more relaxed and a bit playful with everyone, including yourself. Sheâll do whatever youâd like as long as it means you both are enjoying yourself.
Want to play a few games? Sheâs all for it. Want to just kick back and take in the sun and the waves? Sheâs cool with that too! Nothing is off limits for the Right Hand of Zaun, and I mean nothing. Because if you feel itâs not exactly a date, then Sevika has no problem taking you somewhere a bit more secluded and showing you a great time~. At the end of the day, youâre sure to look back on your time with your girlfriend at the beach fondly and canât wait for the next one!
Vander
âWe should try and make this a tradition. You, me and the kids, come down to the beach every summer. Theyâd look forward to it every year. And so will IâŠâ
Everytime you and Vander go to the beach, it is usually with the kids as an annual family outing. Yeah, the both of you have to babysit a bit and deal with the mindless teasing of the sumprats when you both get intimate, but you enjoy yourselves regardless. You love when the Hound of the Undercity plays tag with his adopted children, even dragging you in for the ride and getting a good adrenaline kick from it all.
You two always leave the beach excited for the next time around the following year with tired kids needing to be laid down. He makes sure to let you know how grateful he was to spend time with you and everyone else, nuzzling into you and whispering how much he loves you. Though you miss those days, you never broke that tradition, even when the world fell apart. No matter what, you always come back every summer to the beach to keep the memory aliveâŠ
If you got any requests for Arcane or X-Men '97, send them my way!
Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3
#x reader#x female reader#x you#x male reader#arcane x reader#arcane lol#arcane imagines#arcane headcanon#arcane x y/n#jinx x reader#vi x you#vi x reader#vi x y/n#vi x oc#arcane x you#arcane x oc#caitlyn x reader#caitlyn x y/n#caitlyn kiramman#vi arcane#ekko x reader#viktor x y/n#viktor x you#viktor x oc#jayce x reader#mel x reader#sevika x reader#sevika x you#sevika x y/n#vander x reader
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giving minimum wage clerk laios sloppy
3.1 k words / warnings - oral sex, hand jobs, public but it isn't focused on, you call laios 'good boy', not proofread
summary - you flirt with your coworker laios and suck him off in an alley outside
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Laios slumps against the bag racks after returning the pharmacy key up front, prompting you to be nosey and ask,
âWhatâd he need?â
âCondoms.â
âOh.â
âRight? I donât get why theyâre so shy about it,â Laios yawns, squeezing his eyes shut to revel in the sweet resulting burn, âIt's worse to go in unprotected.â
âFor sure,â you hadnât meant oh as in oh, youâd meant oh as in oh because you donât want Laios to talk about condoms. Him talking about condoms will make you think of him using one, which is only going to fluster you.
âHe also wanted Plan B.â
âCrazy.â
He yawns again, then letting his head droop while bracing himself against the end of your lane. Arms pin straight and (mostly) visible, since all heâs wearing is a black Tee. Past the edges of his store apron is red vinyl, crackled from no doubt years of wear and wash. Heâd shown up with a hoodie, which is strange because itâs the middle of summer, and no matter how hard you pray: the nighttime provides little relief. Either way, youâre glad to see he hasnât snuck it on -- his arms look so much better bare.
âYou tired?â a stupid question on your part.
Thankfully, Laios is your favorite coworker for a reason. He earnestly answers with a weary nod and quiet, âYeah.â
âPoor thing,â you sit against the divot to your left, where your own set of bags rests and perch your chin in your hand, âHow come? Usually you donât get the sleepies until ten.â
And again, if it were anyone but Laios, youâd be mortified to have let that tidbit slip.
Laios perks up, scrambling for his phone as he speaks, âI was finishing that red dragon set.â
âJeez,â you lean forward as he holds up a picture of the completed plastic array of knock off Legos; more affordable and just as dependable, âYou did that all last night?â
âTook four hours, but it was worth it.â
âI thought you were gonna complete it on your weekend.â
âI was, but then, look!â he swipes over the screen before shoving it back into your face, âA winged lion!â
âOh, cool,â when you feel thatâs too bland, you add, âIsnât that the final piece in your Griffin set?â
âTechnically,â he grumbles, âI hate how they called it the Griffin set. Only one of them is a Griffin. This is just a hybrid, and the other oneâs a Hippogriff. But it still looks super cool, and the instructions are way longer than any of the other ones.â
Laios looks up from where you were supposed to be staring at his screen, finding that youâre instead watching him with a stupid smile on your face. Your cheeks heat up at being caught. Just before you can stutter out an excuse, though, Laios is speaking again,
âAwesome, right?â
âVery,â you confirm with a nod.
âIâll have to move some stuff so I can display it on my desk properly. I just have no idea where,â he pockets his phone, rolling his head onto his shoulder, âIâd have Marcille or Chilâ help but theyâll probably just tell me to trash it all.â
âAw, Iâm sure they wouldnât! They're your friends.â
âRight. They justâŠâ
âThey tease a little too hard.â
âExactly.â
âYou can say something, you know?â
âItâs easier to just ignore,â he shrugs.
You open your mouth to retort, to encourage him to tell his friends off, but a demon beats you to it.
âWell, donât you two look bored!â all warm fondness freezes in your chest the minute an approaching middle-aged man says that, âBreak timeâs over!â
Another reason Laios is your favorite is that he doesnât find those jabs funny. You even heard that back when he first started, heâd reply to those remarks with stern sincerity. Now in his ancient wisdom, he just lets you blankly stare the man down. With clerks like Doni, you feel a pressure to at least feign a smile lest he overcompensate by actually fake-laughing.
You suffer down the interaction with as few words as you can get away with before bidding the man a goodnight.
âI hope he crashes,â you sneer, flipping open the silver cap of your change dispenser and confirming your coins can go a little longer before being filled.
Laios hums halfheartedly -- long now used to your aggro behavior towards customers you donât like, and no longer prone to bouts of wide-eyed horror. His head is turned towards the doors, gaze lazily flicking over self-checkout to assess if anyone that way needs assistance.
You take the moment to assess him. Neck stretched and lashes beating his cheeks with every heavy blink. His lips are pressed firm, likely subconscious, and from the quirk in his hip you can tell heâs got a leg crossed over the other.
Breaking you from the study, Laios bellows another exhausted huff.
Before you can cast a cursory glance towards the clock on your screen, your supervisor is chirping from beside you, âLast break!â
So it must be nine.
God, two more hours of this? Laios sounds ready to collapse.
After signing off in order for Kabru to hop onto the register, you slip between the little gap where checkout lanes end and SCO begins. Opening one of the grab-n-go fridges with trepidation.
Does he even like energy drinks?
Youâre almost certain youâve seen him mull over them at least once⊠before ultimately deciding to not buy oneâŠ
He definitely doesnât like coffee. You recall him telling Kabru the bitter taste was off-putting enough, never mind how it devastated his gut (which was entirely too much information, but it made you laugh).
Gatorade makes him think of his high school gym class, and you take that as a negative considering he nearly shivered upon just remembering the period.
Ugh. He needs the energy and thereâs a three for five deal on the Monster anyway. You snatch three of the flavors that look most appealing from a Laios-point-of-view and rush to self-checkout.
âPlan on being up all night?â one of the attendants, Toshiro, warily approaches.
âNo, uhm, itâs⊠Itâs three for five! Thatâs like, 1.50 each!â
Mithrun, the other SCO cashier, is staring down a woman that frequently attempts walking out without paying, âI thought you didnât like Monster.â
âThe fruit punches are okay.â
âYou didnât buy fruit punch.â
âGo fuck yourself, Mithrun.â
He blinks at you slowly, âOkay.â
With an agitated scoff, you strut back to register six and saddle up by Laios, loudly clinking sweaty drinks against the faux wood surface. Kabru hurriedly checks the time, to which you interrupt,
âIâm not going to the break room, Iâll just sit here for ten minutes.â
Visibly restraining himself from pointing out youâre not supposed to do that, Kabru nods and clears his throat to greet a couple pulling in. His eye twitches with the urge to remind them loads of less than five items should go to self-checkout rather than a register. One day, youâre sure, heâll crack -- and you desperately want to be there when he does.
âSo,â you case your hands around the drinks so Laios doesnât accidentally bag one for the couple, âDo you like Monsters?â
He frowns at you, lips flapping vapidly. Internally struggling between asking if youâre serious or if youâre being mean on purpose.
Picking up his turmoil, you blurt, âThe drink! I know you like monsters. Do you like Monsters?â
âThe fruit punch ones are good.â
You shouldnât like his answer as much as you do, âI like them, too. But, uh, I didnât get itâŠâ
Kabru sighs as both of you go without greeting or thanking the customers before they leave.
âOh, trying new ones?â
âNo, not really. I got them for you? Kind ofâŠâ
Kabruâs icy stare pierces you, annoyance replaced with interest. Youâre reminded of why he stays at this job despite hating it: drama.
âI thought, maybe, youâd want one since youâre super tired. And they were three for five, so I basically had to buy them.â
Laios silently looks at where your hands cage the cans, when you realize heâs waiting to see the flavors you pull away like youâve been pinched. He leans on his elbows to better read each can, sleeves on his shirt riding up to expose more skin.
Laios likes orange juice so you got Ultra Sunrise. Laios likes cheesecake so you got Orange Creamsicle because theyâre both sweets. And Laios supports his sisterâs lesbian relationship, so you got Ultra Violet because thatâs basically lavender.
His brows furrow down at the lineup before he reaches out and tips the middle one into his palm: Orange Creamsicle.
âYou should have the other ones, Iâd feel bad taking them too,â Laios admits, cracking open the drink, âThank you. I really appreciate it.â
âOf course,â when you notice Kabru hasnât blinked since the interaction started, you jerk your head towards him, âWant one, mister manager?â
âAssistant front end manager,â Kabru sours, judging how your eyes repeatedly fall to Ultra Sunrise before taking Violet, âI donât even have real power.â
âYouâre basically a real manager, I donât see Yaad or Thistle out here. Like ever. Even Delgal doesnât come out of the office!â
To avoid accepting flattery, he scrounges around the cabinet beneath your receipt printer for âPAIDâ stickers to slap on each drink.
Laios, meanwhile, sinks into his own head. The distress he felt when you asked if he liked monsters was downright alarming. He wonders if he wouldâve felt that level of despair if it were anyone else asking.
Logically, he knows itâd be more hurtful because you and him are friend-ish and talk often, naturally meaning you hear about his interests quite a bit. Deeper down, past a thudding chest and into his churning gut he can tell it's more than that.
And from how hypnotizing he finds the sight of your throat bobbing around swigs of carbonated caffeine, heâs certain thereâs more to his feelings than that.
But in all his years as a trusted courtesy clerk at his local branch of a large corporation grocery store, heâs seen many people fall victim to the allure of workplace incest. Subsequently, heâs seen many people quit over those fallouts.
Laios sips from his drink, trying to distract from such thoughts by taming a cringe at its bubbly stabbing on his tongue.
How could he even assume you felt that way about him? He canât be sure youâre available for mingling.
âAre you single?â he asks, without much thought. Thatâs a casual topic, right? Lots of people are concerned with dating at your shared age.
Kabru signs out of the register as your break comes to a close, stubbornly lingering right behind to hear your response.
âWhy?â a nervous chuckle bubbles out, you beat yourself for it, âYou interested?â
Laios drinks again, shooting Kabru a pointed look.
Kabru can read it perfectly well, itâs a glare that reads: GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAY. Instead of listening, he cheerfully asks, âReady for your last break too, Laios?â
âYeah, Iâll take it right here. You should go away.â
âOh!â
You snort, fastening a hand over your entire jaw as if to physically repress the sound.
âOh,â Kabru repeats, quieter, âSomeone has to bag, thoughâŠâ
Laios steps back with a solemn nod, wiping his clammy hands against his uniform apron. Despite picking up on the dejected tone of Kabruâs voice, Laiosâ only curiosity is if you thought he looked cool being so blunt, or did he come off as some dickhead tool?
(much less some dickhead tool that speaks harshly with a very polite, very friendly supervisor)
Both you and Kabru watch as Laios snakes through the seasonal aisles toward the break room. Once heâs out of sight, Kabruâs eyes stab into you, lip twitching, âSo?â
âSo, what?â
Kabruâs beams at you silently.
âEw, do not look at me like that.â
âHow long?â
âYou donât need to know that.â
âI'm a supervisor! Iâm supposed to know whatâs going on with my fleet.â
Before you can properly lecture him on referring to his coworkers as a âfleetâ, a pair of potential teenagers slam thirty packs of sour beer onto your conveyor belt. Excitement to card them floods you.
Thankfully, Laiosâ break seems to blow by -- heâs soon muttering an apology to Kabru and replacing him at the head of your lane.
âBack already?â
Laios hums, starkly avoiding your eyes. His sudden, almost uncharacteristic, shyness compels you to take forward charge,
âIâm single, by the way.â
âMe too,â he keep looking at you, then away, then at you, then away. Over and over again until eventually youâre craning to be forced in his sight.
âYou asked for a reason, right?â you click your tongue and wink in good humor, âYou want me to clean your belt, huh?â
Really, you shouldâve known better than to try playing coy because all Laios does is shrug with a polite yeah, sure before backing away for you to spray down his smaller conveyor.
Oh. Oh, you canât just not suck his dick.
âNo, Laios, I have a proposition.â
âŠ
Despite no promise of getting the favor returned, you donât know if youâve ever been so excited to clock out before. Scurrying out as soon as your legs could carry, barely managing to bid Kabru farewell before rounding the side of the building.
Laios is leaning against the bumpy wall, hands laced at his hips and thumbs circling.
âHey, pervert,â you coo.
His face flushes, eyes widening, âYouâre a pervert, too.â
When it comes to him, you donât mind being labeled crass. Or even nasty. Itâs why youâre so pliant to crash onto your knees while yanking his jeans apart and down his thighs. He hisses, honey gaze sweeping up towards the empty road through the thin line of trees.
Noticing his distraction, you intentionally scrape nails against his flesh when wrangling his boxers.
A soft, warm palm hesitantly cups the side of your head -- his concern somewhere between pulling you to stand and keeping your attention where it is. Though, he remains conflicted on how embarrassed he should be, especially given the way youâre biting your lip.
âAlready?â you coo, teasing a finger along the hot underside of his cock, âI havenât done anything to you yet.â
âYouâre just⊠so pretty,â Laios huffs, praying you canât make out the glisten of sweat across his forehead.
âAw, thanks, big guy,â you chastely kiss his flushed tip, giggling quietly when it twitches into your welcoming pucker, âNot so bad yourself.â
He whines, raising a brow at you almost expectantly, though respectfully restraining his hips from jumping towards you. Deciding to put the man out of his suspended misery, you lave him with your tongue in a broad stroke before sucking him in.
Velveteen cheeks clamping around him as you squeeze around him, tongue pressing against smooth skin. He has no particular taste beyond âmanâ, but you hum and slide him deeper as if heâs sugary sweet. Laios lets out a muted moan, biting the hand not leisurely splayed along the side of your face.
Curling fingers beneath the bone of your jaw, he feels out the bulge plumping your cheek -- heart throbbing between his ribs at the recurring thought its his fault.
Obsessively, he mulls that point over and over until heâs unthinkingly bucking into your sodden mouth. A lewd slurp from you makes his head swivel sharply, as if someone would await this point before calling the cops.
Wiry, trimmed though not kempt, flaxen pubes tickle your nose. Laios coaxes you to bury him deeper in the cinch of your throat, and youâre content to comply. Gags and sputters are lulled from you, saliva gushing through the seam on your lips and wetting his pelvis. Drool rolling down your chin and ruining the black shirt and apron youâd thrown on before leaving.
âAw,â he pants above you, swiping away the slick with his thumb pad, âyouâre gonna ruin your shirt. Itâs my favorite one, too.â
Liking the way he babbles, you pull back to hawk twah into your hand and playing his balls before slipping off his cock completely,
âYeah, baby? You like it?â
Rolling your tongue around his tip and teasing him against your cheek, fluttering wet lashes up at him.
âUhhhâŠâ he whimpers, âYour arms look good in it, and I can see your collar bonesâŠâ his breath hitches, adamâs apple springing with desire, âI love when you wear that shirt.â
Laios plops free, smearing spit and pre against your hot skin. Before you can obsess over the admission too long, youâre moving to bite his hips. Fully intent on bruising him. Your hand sweeps up from his nuts to stroke him, fist blurring along his cock with soaking click, click, clicks.
With a hiss, his hand flies to the crown of your head -- not pushing either way, only grasping firm and needy. You bite harder, latching to suck the flesh swollen as you flick your wrist while jerking him off. His hips thrust against your hand, absolutely mewling.
âGood boy,â you grin into his burning pelvis, âFuck my fist, Laios. You wanna cum for me?â he nods, mouth only capable of leaking choked versions of your name, âWanna cum in my mouth?â
He cannot hide his gasp, jerking in your grasp.
Your hand slows, much to his pathetic displeasure, âSpeak then, Laios. Good boys speak.â
âPlease!â he barks, entirely uncaring if anyone around the corner could hear, âI want to cum in your mouth, can I cum in your mouth? I want to bad.â
Resuming your previous speed, you nod (though not without a âGood boy, Laios, very good.â) before flattening your tongue beneath his weeping tip. Laios digs his shoulders against the wall, fervently pistoning his cock through the cramped hole of your first and toward your mouth. Sliding along the buds of your tongue. Pitchy moans and huffs overpower the drone of faraway cars.
With a hushed grunt and âfuckâ from overhead, Laios is splattering -- drowning your palette. Warm and thick, you barely scrape the salty taste before shucking it down with an instinctual gulp.
âAh!â Laios makes a quiet hack of protest, then sighs, âYou didnât have to,â breathlessly adding, âI know some people hate the taste.â
Weirdly, you didnât. Youâre unsure if thatâs something you should share, however.
Rather, you stumble onto your feet, wiping the back of your hand over your mouth in case of any⊠spillage. Then follows the sudden wave of shame -- regardless of Laios being a full consenting adult, and your previously steadfast attitude, you do feel like a pervert. You feel like heâs going to look down on you. You feel like-
Youâre nearly startled into the bushes when you look up, Laiosâ eyes split open and gleaming in the moonlight with unsettling brightness. Fists clenched at his sides after what youâre sure is the world-record for pulling oneâs pants back up.
âCan I kiss you?â he asks simply.
Or maybe heâs just as into you as you are him.
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Someday âčââĄâ
Nico Hischier x reader // masterlist
summary: an overheard comment at a team party has Nico spiraling about the future- in the best kind of way. 2.9k
or: stache!nico looks like a dilf so I wrote a breeding kink fic. nobody perceive me.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, breeding kink but like. in a for fun way not an actually trying to get pregnant way, unprotected sex, strong language, mentions of future pregnancy
i blame cece & sabrina carpenter
âDid you mean what you said earlier?â Nico asks, his voice ringing out through the softly lit kitchen.
You hum, shaking soapy water off your hands into the sink. âGonna have to be more specific, babe.â
You figure heâs probably talking about something you said when you were at the Lazarâs house for a football game watch party. Heâs been a bit pensive ever since you got home, a bit lost in his own head. Not in a bad way- you know the man well enough to know heâs not upset. Heâs just been thinking. When you turn to face him in the kitchen, his bottom lip is pink, like heâs been biting at it, and his brows are slightly furrowed. But his eyes are soft. Warm.
He leans on the island, hands splayed against the granite. Heâs studying you. You wrack your brain for what you mightâve said earlier to make him spiral like this. Was it the chilli you asked for the recipe for, or the team you decided to cheer for? Was it your comment about the summer in Switzerland, how you missed it already? Was it-
âYou were in the kitchen,â he says. âYou were helping feed the baby.â
You blink, your heart fluttering slightly. Itâd been one of his teammatesâ wives, and sheâd been trying to juggle the baby and her toddler, trying to soothe both of them. Youâd offered to help, willingly tucked the baby into your arms and gave them a bottle. Sheâd smiled at you, eyes alight with mischief.
âYouâre a natural,â sheâd said. âYou want one of your own someday?â
Youâd nodded, without even thinking about it. âSomeday,â youâd agreed. âNico would make such a good dad. Especially with the mustache, my god.â
Sheâd laughed. You had, too. And then youâd moved on. You hadnât even realized Nico had heard it.
âYou were eavesdropping,â you tease, gently.
He grins sheepishly. âYou looked pretty. With the baby.â
Heâs treading lightly. You are, too.
âHad to try and match your DILF energy,â you tell him. When he cocks his head, you continue. âYou know. Dad Iâd like to-â
âI know,â he interrupts, his cheeks going pink. âYou- I⊠you meant it, though?â
You blink. âYeah, Neeks. Weâve talked about that, remember? Said we were both open to kids, eventually.â
He nods, swallows. âYeah. In general. We- when we talked it was so⊠early. But today you said-â
He pauses. You take a good look at him- really look. The flush on his cheeks, the spread of his palms against the counter. His dark, wide eyes. And suddenly, you think you know.
âToday I said youâd make a good dad,â you fill in, and he blinks, slowly. âEspecially with the mustache.â
He rumbles out a laugh, his thumb rubbing against the counter. You push yourself away from your spot and round the island, so youâre within arms reach of him. You can practically feel the heat radiating off his body. Warm like a sunny afternoon.
âI meant it,â you add. His shoulders shake, almost imperceptibly. âDid you like that, baby?â
His eyelids flutter, lashes tangling against his cheeks. âI like you.â
Heâs deflecting. You laugh, and without any real effort, you slip under his arm to stand between him and the counter. Heâs bracketing you in now, one arm on each side, staring down at you. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. You can feel the weight of his gaze. You can feel the tension rolling off of him- good tension. Like a late summer storm, waiting to break.
You reach up and wind your hands around his neck. He shivers, then repeats the motion when you toy with the ends of his hair where they brush against his neck.
âYou can tell me anything, you know,â you say. âI wanna know.â
He leans forward and brushes a chaste kiss to your forehead before he speaks. âI liked it. You saying that.â
You hum and tug on his hair, just slightly. âYeah?â
He swallows and nods. âYeah. Maybe a little too much. I mean. I know, someday, you know. Now isnât the time for⊠for a baby. ButâŠâ
You can feel your face grow warm, feel your own pupils grow wide, feel the way youâre leaning into him already. The tension crackles underneath your skin.
âThereâs always time to⊠practice,â you tell him.
That seems to be all the permission he needs, really. His hands fly from the counter to your hips, cold from the granite but warming up quickly. He leans down to capture your mouth in a heady kiss, one that has you feeling desperate within seconds. He presses you close against the island, then presses himself close to you, close enough that you can feel how hard he is underneath his sweatpants. You gasp against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, hot and insistent and needy.
His hands on your hips slip lower, lower, lower, until heâs cupping your ass, hauling you up and away from the counter. You squeal against his lips when he lifts you up, pulling at your legs to wrap around his waist. It changes the angle, lifts your head higher than his, and you cup his face in your hands to kiss him again, relishing in the soft groan he lets out.
He carries you to the bedroom by memory alone, and you bite back a laugh when he bumps into the wall slightly on the way. Youâre not laughing much longer, though, when he stumbles his way to the bed and tosses you down onto it. You yelp, landing with a slight bounce, eyes suddenly wide open as you stare up at him. His shoulders are heaving, eyes wild, mustache sitting proudly above his kiss reddened lips. Heâs hesitating.
You reach for the hem of your shirt. âYouâre gonna make a hot dad, you know. Mustache and all.â
The groan he lets out is deep and ragged. He lurches towards the bed to lean over you, his hands braced on either side of your head. You grin up at him, happily. He has a smirk on his lips when he reaches down and rips your hands away from the hem of your shirt, pinning them above your head easily, both wrists between one hand. You sigh, flutter your eyelashes at him, and arch your back towards him.
âLet me,â he says. âLet me take care of you.â
You shudder beneath him as the smirk turns to a full on grin. He keeps your hands pinned above your head, but his other hand skates down your body, replacing yours at the hem of your shirt. He toys with the fabric before he slips his hand underneath to brush over your skin. His hands are heated, now, as he shoves the shirt up your body, leaving you exposed to him. You feel yourself growing hazier.
âYou take good care of me, always,â you tell him, grinning up at him. âGonna take such good care of us.â
He groans at that, a guttural sound that has fire licking up your spine. You whine, squirming on the bed beneath him, trying to reach for him, to hold on, to pull him close. He lets out a laugh, keeps your hands pinned, and his other hand slips over to lay flat against your stomach. He holds you down against the bed. Your breath hitches.
âGonna feel me right here,â he says- promises. âGonna make you mine.â
He gets your clothes off quickly after that. His clothes follow yours into a pile on the floor. The moment of distraction lets you shift on the bed, wiggling your way up towards the pillows. You roll over, half onto your stomach, reaching towards the headboard to pull yourself farther. Nico doesnât seem to like that- his hands land on your now bare hips, and he yanks, leaving you yelping and giggling as he pulls you back down towards the end of the bed. Thereâs laughter on his lips when he finds you again, when he climbs up onto the mattress with you, when he engulfs you, his lips meeting yours again, hot and wet and intoxicating.
Heâs more rushed than usual, more frantic. His hand slips between your legs to cup your cunt, groaning at what he finds there. You know youâre soaked- how could you not be, when he looks like that and talks like that and kisses you like that. His fingers drift toward your center, his thumb brushing against your clit, and you whine. You reach up to hold onto him, your hands clawing at his shoulders as he teases you.
âJust want you to fuck me,â you admit, voice high and breathy. âCâmon, Nico-â
âJesus,â he mutters, dragging his lips against your jaw, his mustache scraping against your skin. âGonna be the death of me.â
He takes his time, touching you until youâre a whining mess beneath him. When he finally gives in, finally takes his cock in his hand and leans close, youâre practically begging him for it. You can see the way his lashes flutter against his cheeks- heâs feeling it too. He brushes the head of his cock over your center and chews on his bottom lip. The noise he lets out when he sinks into you is close to a sigh. Like heâs relieved. When you look up at him through half lidded eyes, heâs watching you. Watching your face. His brow ticks, and you wonder what he sees there. If he can see the way youâre already falling apart.
He splays his hand across your stomach again- you whimper and squirm beneath him, if only to test the way heâs pinning you down. He sighs, again.
âYou take me so well,â he coos.
You keen, your eyelids fluttering shut at the words. When he bottoms out, you hear the groan that leaves his lips, and then you feel it when he ducks his head to mouth at your collarbone. He stays put for a moment, the stubble on his jaw brushing against the sensitive skin of your chest.
Then, he starts to rock his hips, and along with that, he starts to run his mouth.
Nicoâs always been a talker, at least towards you- outside of bed and in bed. Itâs one of your favorite things about him. On a bad day, he can take your mind off things with a long winded ramble. In bed, he can keep up a running commentary of dirty talk that sends you careening towards the edge far faster than you ever have. But if youâd thought it was something good before, nowâŠ
âThatâs a good girl,â he groans, grinding against you on the end of a roll of his hips. âGonna take me so well, huh? Gonna let me fill you up, yeah?â
You cry out beneath him on the next thrust, arching off the bed again, trying to wrap your legs around his waist to keep him there. Itâs no use. He keeps you pinned, his hand pressing into your thigh to hold you open for him, his other hand still pressed against your stomach.
âFuck,â he mutters, panting openly against your chest. âOh, fuck. Good girl. So good for me.â
You reach up and bury your fingers in his hair, to tug and pull and hold. He groans, again, rolling his hips against yours slowly. You pull, again, with a whine.
âPlease,â you mumble, into the open air above you. âNeed it, Nico.â
He huffs. And then he really starts to talk, punctuating his sentences with lazy but pointed rolls of his hips. He tells you how good you looked that day, how youâd made his imagination run wild. He tells you how he pictured this. He tells you how someday, heâs going to have you like this for real, take you like this over and over again until it works, until you make him a dad. He cradles your face in his palm and kisses you, lets his hand slip down to hold your throat, and tells you how good youâll look when heâs finished with you, when heâs left his mark.
You donât realize the repeated pleas that hang in the air are coming from you until heâs shushing you, gently.
âPlease what, baby?â He asks, voice soft and sweet, bordering on patronizing. âTell me what you need, anything you need.â
He rolls his hips again, shuddering when he presses deep. You bite back a wail, your skin on fire. Your hands have found anchor points now, one twisted in the duvet beneath you, the other clinging to his shoulder, sure to leave marks there. The same way heâs going to leave marks on you. The way heâs going to bury himself deep and come inside of you and-
âPlease, Nico,â you cry out, cherishing the way his breath stutters in his chest. âI need it. Need you. Need you to fuck me and fill me up and take me- any way you want, just- please, please-â
He smothers the rest of your words with another kiss. You whine into his mouth, let his tongue twist against yours as you melt into the bed. And, as heâd said, he does exactly as you asked. His thrusts pick up speed, pick up intensity, pick up a new edge. He plants his hands beside your head and takes. When he breaks the kiss, gasping for air against your cheek, you open your eyes to look up at him. His pupils are dark and wide, a feral grin on his lips.
You can feel it coming, can feel yourself teetering on the edge. âOh, Nico,â you whine.
âIâve got you,â he promises.
He reaches for one of your hands and pulls it to your stomach. He presses his hand over the back of yours, using your own palm to pin you to the bed. You choke on your next breath-it all feels so intense, so heady, so overwhelming.
âGonna fill you up,â he promises through a groan. ând then mâgonna do it again. And again. As many times as it takes. And youâre gonna be good for me, arenât you-â
âNico,â you gasp,clinging tightly to him. âMâgonna-â
âI know,â he coos. âJust let go, baby. Mâright there with you, just-â
When you come around him, he buries himself deep and follows suit. The coil snaps for both of you, and the air is filled with a mix of your sounds. The shockwaves of your orgasm roll through you, and you can feel him coming deep inside you, pulsing and twitching, the way he promised he would, while your vision goes white.
You collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent. He follows quickly after, blanketing you with his body, his face buried in your neck. Your ears ring, loudly, and leftover stars dance in your vision. When you finally come back around, you realize heâs mumbling words into your skin. A mix of English and Swiss German, barely coherent-
âSo good for me, schatz, so- verdammte hölle. Take me so well. My good girl. Gonna knock you up. Someday. Someday Iâll do this for real. Eines tages, baby.â
âNico,â you gasp out, again, and he lifts his head, resting his chin against your collarbone, atop his hand.
âThere she is,â he says. âYou okay?â
You nod frantically. âSo good. That was so good.â
He nods in agreement and rests his cheek against his hand, blinking up at you softly. âItâs like your song.â
You blink, frowning at him. âHuh? My song?â
He nods, drumming his fingers against your collarbone. âYou know. The Sabrina one. I might let you make me Juno. That song.â
You blink wildly, your heart twisting, squirming beneath him. Because yeah, you know the song. The one about being so in love youâd let him get you pregnant. One of me is cute, but two though? Youâve had it stuck in your head for days, have been humming it nearly nonstop. Of course he noticed.
âI would, you know,â you tell him. âIâd let you.â
He rumbles out a laugh, eyelids fluttering against his cheeks again. âGood. Stop squirming. Stay put. Gotta make sure it takes.â
You shiver. âNico.â
You know he knows youâre on birth control. You know heâs not really being serious. But god, itâs hot to think about it. To hear him say it. To feel him pin you to the bed with one hand, his other hiking your leg over his hip.
In response, he rolls his hips against yours, still buried inside of you. You quiver, your hands flying up to his shoulders, nails already scraping at his skin.
âNico,â you sigh, though you have a feeling itâs no use. âSâtoo much. Canât.â
He hums against your collarbone and repeats the motion. Then he reaches up, grabs your wrists, and pulls them down against the bed. He intertwines his fingers with yours, hands next to your head.
âYes, you can,â he says. âYou always take me so well, you can give me one more.â
You whine, but youâre nodding, too.
âSomeday,â he adds. âIâll do this for real. And Iâll do it over and over until it works. Mânever gonna get enough of you. Could never get enough.â
You whine his name again. He shushes you, soft and warm.
âIâve got you,â he says. âAlways do, always will.â
His thrusts are lazy, rhythmless. Heâs in no hurry this time. Heâs got all the time he wants. You melt into the bed and dream of someday.
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synopsis. after a fight with sirius, regulus comes to his girlfriend sulking and she decides to have a little talk with his older brother.
notes. regulus black x malfoy!reader
you and regulus had many more similarities than anyone could guess just by simply looking at the two of you. the most obvious included your background â ancient, pureblood families, who were nuts about purity, both in slytherin, both richer than most of the hogwarts students together, and in everyoneâs eyes you were petty, stubborn and pretentious.
you two were petty and seemed pretentious, but it wasnât all that. the two of you both had siblings, who maybe cared about you in some way, but never showed it well enough for you to be sure they cared. you were sure sirius cared, but you werenât sure if lucius did. your brother was far from being a family guy.
both you and regulus were also painfully ambitious, and it kind of made the two of you so close as you were paired to one group in slughornâs classes, and to secure yourself a top spot, you had to work together. and so half a year later, you were planning a trip to france, lying next to each other on the bed in his dorm.
after that one summer everything has changed, and now you two were an official couple, though not many people knew since neither of you wanted to make a big deal out of it. the amount of classes you shared had shrunken since you took different ones, but it just made your bond stronger.
it all happened on a week before both of you were supposed to return to your respective houses (though, regulus would be staying at potterâs), you were wrapping your present for barty, when your boyfriend stormed into the room. pandora, who sat there with you, claimed she would leave you two alone and left. you could easily see that something happened from the look on his face.
âreg,â you began, eyebrows furrowed at his sudden appearance. âis everything alright, love?â a soft ask left your lips as he just laid down on your bed, face buried in a pillow.
silence filled your room right after you finished your sentence. it was time for you to just sigh quietly, putting a hand on his back and scratching it gently. âyou know you can talk to me, right?â your soft tone and the sensation of your nails on his back made him grunt.
âiâm not leaving for christmas.â he stated, catching you a little off guard. you were sure it was about the upcoming christmas ball that slughorn threw and since you were invited, regulus was ought to go with you. âi⊠got into a fight with sirius, so either we make up or iâm gonna go to my parents.â now, he was looking at you with misery and sadness flickering in his eyes.
âhe thinks james is more of a brother to him than i am.â regulus adds, his head now resting on top of your laps as you play with his hair, trying to comfort him at least a little. âand he says itâs not that big of a deal, since i consider evan and barty my brothers and iâd probably say that theyâre more of brothers to me than he is, but thatâs not true.â
his words made your heart ache. it was clear to everyone in your friend group (including remus, who often just tagged along) to know how much regulus needed siriusâ validation, how much he needed to be reassured that he doesnât hate him as much as regulus thought he did.
âi know we havenât talked until he moved out, but it still hurts.â he whispered, not even looking you in the eyes. âand he doesnât even recognize how much he means to me. heâs the only one in our entire family that matters more than everything. i got his initials and constellations tattooed and he thinks i would choose barty and evan over him?â
âyouâre brother is an idiot, and i mean it.â you murmured, showering his head with kisses. if regulus was in his usual mood, he would say he just acts like an idiot, but now? he didnât even want to defend him. âiâll stay with you. iâd go nuts if i had to spend a minute with lucius.â you say softly, fingers running through his hair.
it took you a few more minutes to comfort him enough to leave your dorm for his evening practice, and even though you were supposed to finish packing your presents before christmas. you had to talk to one, annoying gryffindor, who was no other than sirius black.
getting into their common room was easy, lily, friend of a friend of yours, let you in after hearing your explanation, showing you how to get into siriusâ dorm that he shared with james, remus and peter. âone of you better hold me or i might kill your friend.â you let out, looking specifically remus, who looked at you with a glint of surprise.
âwhat did he do again?â lupin asked, his expression scolding. âwhatâre you doinâ here, malfoy?â peter began, but before he could elaborate, remus put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head as you looked for the perfect words.
âhow can you be such an asshole, black?â you hissed, the end of your wand pointed at his throat. âone time youâre all on being the best older brother you can, but next time all i see in yourself is my brother, and believe me, thatâs the furthest from a compliment.â
âiâm not done, yet.â your teeth gritted, eyes narrowed at him. âheâd never choose anyone over you, yet youâd always choose him ââ you looked at james for half a second, then turned your eyes to sirius, again. ââ over your own brother, whoâd jump into flames just if you asked him to? unbelievable.â you sighed, putting your wand down, sliding it into your boot. âand you know whatâs the worst in all that? that i wish heâd pick anyone else over you, but he wonât, because he canât even get mad at you for not choosing him, heâs just sad.â
the atmosphere in the room is so tense, someone could cut it with knife. âyouâre an idiot for making regulus feel so little about himself, and yâall are idiots for letting him.â another sight left your lips as your eyes were locked with sirius. âmaybe even regulus will let you treat him like shit, but i wonât, black. iâll make sure to haunt your dreams and turn them into nightmares, i can promise you that.â you gave him your most ironical smile. âiâm a malfoy, donât underestimate me, cutie pie.â you sent him a wink,
âprotective girlfriend, huh?â remus chuckled as you passed him, giving you a high-five. âoh you bet, lupin.â and you left, sirius almost shamless at your sudden outburst, but⊠it was quite impressive â though, heâd never admit it.
you havenât seen neither of them till the next morning at breakfast, when they walked to the great hall together, talking about something until each of them got to their respective tables. âwhat did you do?â regulus asked, sitting on the bench beside you.
âwhat?â you asked with a sweet smile, nudging him lightly with your elbow. âjust had a small talk with sirius, why?â
âa small talk? with the tip of your wand pressed against his throat?â you nodded at his words, sending him a fake-puzzled look. âyou know i love you?â he bit back a smile, leaning closer to whisper those words right to your ear.
âoi, malfoy.â barty started, interrupting your somehow intimate moment with regulus. âtheoretically, if i paid you, could you do that to me as well? that mustâve looked bloody hot.â crouch grinned, getting a light punch on the shoulder from your boyfriend.
âi would rather not touch you, crouch. i donât know where the hell have you been.â you laughed, your head resting on regulusâ shoulder as his arm was wrapped around your waist. âdonât worry, baby. if any of them bothers you, i can fight.â you winked at him playfully.
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