#see y’all next time🤗

[theamazingannie]

I legit thought Liv was never going to make it and was gonna get voted off really early and she ends up winning. Honestly, congrats, girl. You played a good game🥂

[lewisvinga]

favorite girls | alex albon x fem! reader x lily muni he!

summary; after y/n says a special fact about her relationship with alex and lily, everyone seems to misinterpret it as her getting in between their relationship. luckily, her boyfriend, girlfriend, and their grid friends are always there to defend her.

fc; emilia mernes

warnings; slut shaming, cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs

note; requested ! i love me some alex n lily

masterlist !

liked by yourusername, lilymhe, and others!

alex_albon: my favorite girls. both of them, always and forever. ( p.s. lily and i made the FIRST move before she realized we loved her after manyyyyy hints and tries )

tagged; yourusername, lilymhe

lilymhe: y/n is such a pretty angel then you added a pic of me in pjs and w my dino

alex_albon: ‘that’s my y/n dino i can’t leave her🥺🥺’

yourusername: AWE LILSSSS

lilymhe:we gave her so many hints and it wasn’t until we kissed her that she finally realized 🕊️🕊️

alex_albon: she’s so stupidly cute 😞😞

yourusername: to be fair, lily is just super affectionate and alex is flirty without trying , how was i supposed to know🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

landonorris: when drunk alex and lily kept ranting to me about how much they love you while you were right next to me???

yourusername: i too was tipsy , norris !

yourusername: love u both sm💖💖 my fave ppl in the whole wide world 🥹🫶

alex_albon: love you both so much too❤️

lilymhe: AWEE I LOVE YOUU BOTH🥹

username: now i see why y/n said lily is like a puppy

username: #y/ndefenderuntildeath liked by alex_albon & lilymhe!

username: they’re so goals

username: the way they both pulled a bad bitch like y/n really had y’all questioning if they made the first move or not 😭

username: y/n honestly has looked happier ever since dating them! and even her aesthetic has been sm more colorful!

username: my parents 😖

landonorris: love u guys n all but u guys are gross

yourusername: aweee landooo ( ignoring the last part )

alex_albon: he’s just jealous i have 2 pretty gfs and he has none!

landonorris: LEAVE ME ALONE

username: lily and y/n give me a gay panic

username: idk if i wanna be them or be with them

username: u guys need a fourth?? or a dog??? or a cat??😁😁

username: i still don’t like y/n. she gives me such an ick. swear she just ruined their relationship.

landonorris: well you give me the ick but you don’t see me commenting on your posts! y/n has made lily and alex very happy, so please fuck off.

georgerussell63: y/n is such a sweet girl, ask carmen, or literally anyone else on the grid! she’s loved by all of us and most importantly, alex and lily love her. frankly, your opinion doesn’t matter!

charles_leclerc: we don’t know you so it seems like your comment is irrelevant 😊😊😊 you clearly don’t know alex or lily well enough to know how happy they are with her! keep your irrelevant opinions to yourself next time 😁

lilymhe: yeah, what they said!

yourusername: awh, my boyfriends boyfriends are so nice 🩷

alex_albon: gross lando isn’t my boyfriend

landonorris: u know u want to baby😘😘

alex_albon: stay away from me norizz ❌

georgerussell63: so i’m your bf? 😦

charles_leclerc: and me?😧

lilymhe: that makes carmen and alexandra our gfs LETS GOOO🙌🙌

carmenmmundt: LETS GOO🤗

alexandrasaintmleux: GIRLIES FTW🎉🎉🎉

yourusername: i like this comment thread 😊

[flipppyflopp]

“If you’re not by my side…” ⚡️🐊

I was in the mood to draw something fun and silly, so I decided to revisit Sebcroc! I like to think in my Sebcroc au that Malleus is a bit more emotional due to how much he relied on Sebek to get through the loneliness of his childhood in the castle as well as the time when Lilia focused on raising Silver, so I tried to show that vulnerable side here. I definitely want to expand more on my Sebcroc lore because there’s not only angsty moments (y’all aren’t ready for when book 7 drops because I have big plans 🤗), but also some sweet wholesome moments too.

I need to revisit some of my other au ideas soon too…so much to draw and only so much time 😔 Still working on my new twst oc’s debut alongside some other sketches, so we shall see what I end up posting next. Any questions for Sebcroc au, leave them down below!

[celestialtarot11]

Written in the Stars 🌟🌠 Your upcoming manifestations

Hi friends! Im loving these 2014 aesthetic pics 😍 petition to bring it back!! Lol. Enjoy your pile below and feel free to drop any messages that don’t resonate as it may be for someone else. And please support the blog with likes comments and reblogs 🤍 happy picking!

Pile 1: The Chariot • 3 of swords • Knight of wands

Hi there pile 1’s! Welcome to your reading 🌟🤗 Right away I’m seeing ya’ll are moving on from an ex or someone or a situation successfully. You know what you want and you’re going after it instead of staying stagnant! If some of ya’ll thought you wouldn’t or couldn’t move on, you will. I see lots of passionate energy surrounding you, you’re a siren attracting people ✨ like a moth to a flame. I also feel you’ll be attracting someone passionate, assertive, and someone who speaks up and communicates. Maybe your ex or past friend didn’t do this, and it left confusion. But I see lots of mental stimulation! If yall are not moving on with someone new, then I see you’re pursuing the thing people thought you couldn’t do & being absolutely happy with it 💗 like dancing, maybe some of you guys dance! And now its time for you to shine. Anything new you want to start will manifest naturally for you 🌟 spirit has your back and is lining up anything you want, ultimately you get to decide whats next 💅🏻 thank you pile 1! Please feel free to comment, like and reblog for support 🤍

Pile 2: Queen of pentacles • Wheel of fortune • 6 of cups

Hi there pile 2’s! Welcome welcome 🤗💗 Yall are moving into the apartment or house you’ve been wanting, and are flourishing financially. Any and all saving tactics worked! I feel future you is clapping and commending you for your diligence and commitment to your heart & dreams. And now they’re paying off 🤍 everything you ever saw and dreamed of is here. You have it already. These events lined up perfectly for you and it was only going to happen in a matter of time, so maybe you had an intuitive feeling already this was coming! This could be a bonus or promotion at work. For some I see yall are becoming mothers & conceived and this is something you’ve been wanting 🤍 congrats for those! I see you’re building a family. For those who don’t necessarily want a child but a fur baby like a cat, or a dog, i see the adoption papers going through 🤭 its such a wonderful time. Your bank account will be overflowing 💅🏻 yall have been manifesting this for a long time! And have stayed true to yourself and your intentions! Now it’s time to reap what you sowed. Its time for you to enjoy the help of others too, I feel more than ever you’ll be surrounded by people who naturally want to help you, know you & be your friend 💗 thank you pile 2’s! Feel free to like comment and reblog to help support 🤍

Pile 3: 9 of cups • 10 of pentacles • King of cups

Hi there pile 3’s! I see yall are manifesting peace & bliss in your home life, and your finances are improving! 🤗💗 you feel comfortable where you’re at financially, and you feel you can relax now after all your hard work. I feel like things were difficult and now its changing because you’re seeing results, you’re seeing efforts return to you. Some of you may be solo in your career and now its time to let all the beautiful things attract itself to you 🤍 you’re gaining clients, and recipients! For some your home life is improving, like new furniture, and your vision of your home life is coming together and its emotional. Some of you have worked really hard for your home and now to see it in from of you is so beautiful and important! There could be family events coming up too, and overall there’ll be a sense of peace & ease. You find yourself resting & rejuvenating a lot more because your schedule eased up, some of y’all are going on vacation to a hot country! Enjoy it 🌟✨ thank you pile 3 for stopping by! Feel free to comment like and reblog as support!

Paid readings 🌟

[luffyvace]

HIHIHIHI TYSM FOR DOING MY REQUEST ^U^ I hope u Don't mind me dropping another one u :'))

Can I have kusuo reaction to Reader-chan being mostly know for her gore/angst/horror series but looks like nothing for a person to write this stuff (she looks absolutely innocent) yet having a (technically an old man) friend who is also anonymous writer for one of kusuo favorite series yet the said look absolutely opposite of it (the reader-chan and her friend are like Junji Ito and hayao miyazaki)

I'm sorry if u couldn't understand the request:')) my English isn't really the best-

HII DARLING! No problem at all! Of course I don’t mind! Request at any time as long as they say open <3

ohhh so she’s a horror writer :> OHHH I was confused at first but as soon as I searched them up and saw the memes I understood 😂💓

This is such a cute and funny topic! Enjoy your hcs anon 💖 ⚠️ Gore mentions⚠️

Kusuo isn’t easily scared.

there are very few things that actually do scare him, considering he can sense everything coming from a mile away

But shows and books are an exception (given he doesn’t stare at the pages to see through the book-)

he’s not normally into horror but your manga is actually very interesting to him!

seeing a bunch of mutilated corpses packed together is quite a gripping sight for him!

and honestly he is obbsessed likes normalcy but your case is a type of unique he doesn’t mind :)

it’s funny since you have this friendly and kind personality and your work is the exact opposite of that 🤗

it’s giving the cute core girlies!! (and guys!! <3) 💓💗💖🌸🌷💞🎀

he still gets the perk of reading the chapter before publish and giving small ideas for stuff

You once put his favorite character from another series in one of the manga panels and he when he noticed it he had a little smile on his face! 💗

he wasn’t excpecting you to do that at all and it was a pleasant surprise ;3

your introduced him to your friend and he also likes his work now!

Y’all are literal polar opposites- and ngl? He enjoys the balance!

like when he wants some exhilarating and goosebump-giving action he’ll pick up one of your mangas’

and when he’s feeling mellow while eating some coffee jelly on his bed his new (second) favorite author to read from is your friend!

His number one author is of course you ♥︎

would recommend his friends (specifically Kaido) one of your mangas to freak them out

they definitely won’t be expecting it seeing as though your such a cheerful person! 🌸🎀🌷

I feel like Torisuka would genuinely enjoy your manga as well!

he doesn’t get scared easily by creepy stuff for obvious reasons 😋

so you’ve got yourself another supporter !!

I have a feeling my girl boss Airua would get creeped out but 1) she wants to support you so she would probably buy and either never read or 2) read it anyway because it’s so interesting

like you captivated people with your work!

just as much as your friend does with more gentler topics

but in a different sense

You make your audience quite literally cover their eyes in fear yet still peak through they’re fingers with anticipation !

like that’s how good it is!

a “I can’t look away” type of thriller!

also you know that really talkative guy with the bob?

yeah he over analyzes your manga once he finds out about it

(which let me tell you- Kusuo tried his hardest to keep him away from it—but much to his luck- he got a hold of it anyway)

thankfully he likes it!

he’s scared- but once again- he just can’t look away :)

he comes to you and gives your extremely detailed compliments and (positive) feedback after each chapter is released and says he can’t wait for more

he also tells his expectations and predictions for the next one and hopes you’ll live up to them

so when your exceed them he’s more than thrilled (GET IT?? Ok..)

he’s practically able to predict every book or manga he reads because he analyzes everything

so when your able to surprise him he’s impressed!

after Kusuo he’s the first one to buy a copy

(cuz yk Kusuo gets those special you-get-the-first-copy-before-it’s-published-because-your-my-boyfriend-privileges)

LOL

the bob guy is low key jealous of him for getting it before it’s even PUBLISHED

tries to bargain you to get that too but it’s strictly reserved for Kuu ♡

okay I looked up bob guy’s name

it’s Akechi Touma (oops)

LOL “bob guy”

enjoy!! Pretty short but I think they’re a delight~

[ncityprincess]

girl write smth with jungwoo like I'm thirsty for jungwoo bc there are no jungwoo new posts on this site I'm going crazy everyday without reading smth with jungwoo (I'm insane)

Distraction

Jungwoo girlies come get y’all juice! Tbh Jungwoo is the most mysterious 127 member to me, but I wanted to take some time to think about how his fictional persona would be, and I think he would be super whipped for his girl (or whoever). Y/N is kind of a ditzy brat, I think that would be his type tbh. Anywho, let me know what you guys think 🤗

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Ugh i literally don’t understand any of this. I’m so doomed!” You sighed hopelessly, tossing yourself back onto your cozy pink bed. Jungwoo laughed at your dramatic antics lovingly, growing accustomed to your girly and cute personality. Your boyfriend has always been a super mega genius math nerd, as you liked to call him. He was effortlessly excelling in math and engineering classes that even seniors were struggling with. You were positive he was solving math problems fresh out of the womb.

Jungwoo, being the kindhearted boyfriend he was, volunteered to tutor you, and for the past few weeks he’s been diligently and patiently helping you. Throughout these painful study sessions, he never once made you feel like you were dumb or that you were bothering him. He loved you so much, he didn’t care how many times he had to repeat the same things to you. He was more than happy to help you pass this class.

Jungwoo’s hand slid up and down your thigh, bringing you back to reality, and you pouted at him like a wounded puppy. You were a public relations major, why were you being forced to take stupid math classes anyway!?

“Baby, don’t say that. We have all night to study. Why don’t we take a little break, huh?” Jungwoo consoled you so sweetly as he always did when you were having one of your math meltdowns. Always looking at the bright side of things, he tried his best to reassure you that you just needed more practice. You on the other hand, were not having any of it. “Hmph..I don’t want a break, I wanna drop this stupid class. I hate it! I hate math! I hate everything! Ugh!!” You whined dramatically, tossing your hands in the air in defeat.

Were you slightly playing up the dramatics to receive a little extra attention from your sweet boyfriend? Perhaps. But truly, you really did hate this class with a burning passion, and maybe you did need a little distraction from studying…

“Aw, my sweet baby, c’mere,” jungwoo reached for your hand, attempting to pull you back up to a sitting position next to him.

“No” you whined, keeping yourself down on your back.

“Babyyyy,” Jungwoo matched your whiny tone, and bent down to kiss your forehead. That got a small giggle out of you, and he peppered a thousand more kisses all over your face. Jungwoo’s hands ran up and down your arms, leaving hot goosebumps along the way. His lips migrated to your ear, and his low voice sent shivers up your spine.

“Need a break, angel?” You shifted your eyes to look into his, admiring how his brown locks hung in his face. He was so beautiful…

You bit your plump bottom lip, and nodded at him silently. Jungwoo knew you too well by now. When you got in one of these moods, you wanted nothing more to be nurtured and taken care of. That was no problem for him. You had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he loved it.

Jungwoo gently caressed your face before he maneuvered on top of you, and slowly eased himself lower and lower until he was in front of your lower body. He looked at you, never breaking eye contact as he lifted up your skirt. He hooked his fingers into your pink lace panties, pushing them to the side and checking to see how wet you were. He smirked when he heard you let out an airy moan.

“Aw, this is what the princess wanted, huh? Just needed some little kisses and touches?” You let out a breathy sigh and pushed your hips into his hand, completely disregarding the world around you. All you cared about was Jungwoo touching you. “I always need you Woo, always…” he slid his fingers up and down your folds a few more times before peeling his shirt off and pushing his grey sweatpants down. He looked back up to see your fingers picking up where his left off, and you shot him a devious smile.

“Always such a needy girl, aren’t you?” Jungwoo dug in your bedside table drawer for a condom, and continued watching you play with yourself as he rolled it onto his hard cock. You finally moved your hands away and allowed him to slide himself through your wet folds a few times. “Mmm fuck me already baby,” you whined out in a bratty tone. Jungwoo smiled at your antics once again and fulfilled your request, bottoming out into your soaking wet hole.

“Fuckkkk baby you’re so tight” Jungwoo groaned. You moaned in response, running your hands across your bouncing chest. “Mm yeah? I’m tight baby?” Jungwoo was hypnotized by your bedroom voice and dark eyes to match. You were definitely the best partner he’s ever had. You turned him on like no one else could, and it showed in the way he thrusted into you. You held onto the backs of your thighs, pushing them against your chest and fully opening yourself up for your boyfriend. This was way better than trying to understand what a factorial was for the 100th time.

Jungwoo’s eyes locked in on your dripping cunt, admiring how fast his dick moved in and out of you. “God just like that baby, you’re fucking me so good,” you moaned out, ready to burst at any moment. Jungwoo groaned at your naughty words, and a hand flew to your nipples to help you get there quicker. “Shit, shit y/n I’m cumming” Jungwoo moaned out and emptied himself into the condom. He thrust into you a few more times, overstimulating himself and bringing you over the edge at the same time.

Jungwoo collapsed on top of you, and you slowly released the hold on your legs, wrapping them around his waist. You were on cloud nine, relishing in the delicious high you two just shared. You laced your hands through jungwoo’s hair and placed a wet kiss onto his neck.

“Thanks for the distraction, Wooie”

[darnell-la]

Alriiight, then I'd like to provide another idea 🤗 Something cheesy like the episode where Murphy forces Bellamy to hang himself but you are Bell's girlfriend and help Raven underneath the drop ship to find a way inside. Then Murphy shoots you after you get inside and Bellamy is safe but he then holds you in his arms and tells you how stupid you were to do this but that he loves you. You survive but need rest and Bellamy is the one caring for you and it's all fluffy then ? ❤️

note: I might be in love with Bellamy Blake.

———

“How about we wait right here until your pretty little girlfriend comes in,” Murphy smirked before he gagged Bellamy so he couldn’t warn y/n that Murphy was in here and waiting for her.

“Babe? Bellamy, where are you?” Y/n whispered, thinking Murphy had went to the top of the drop ship to hide. “Oh god,” y/n said as she crawled from under the ship to see her body friend on a chair with a seatbelt rapper around his neck.

“Wait- I’ll be right there,” y/n said as she struggled to get from under the ship. Bellamy yells were muffled as he tried to warn y/n where Murphy was and what he was capable of doing.

“Hey- Relax,” y/n said in her soft voice as she got up. As soon as she took a step, she was shot. The loud scream echoed through the forest, alarming the people outside what had happened.

“Y/n!” People yelled outside, panicking ans trying to get inside. “There ya go,” Murphy chuckled as he came out of a corner he was waiting in. “Been wanting to do that shit for so long,” he admitted.

Bellamy’s anger grew quickly as he yelled and tried his best to get out of the restraints, but there was no way he was getting free.

“Oh, shut it, Blake. You’re next,” Murphy said as he walked over to y/n who cried on the floor, bleeding heavily as he smirked down at her. “Pretty girls bleed too,”

Before anything else could be said, Murphy heard Monty yell that he could open the door. “Motherfucker,” Murphy said as he walked over to Bellamy and kicked the chair he was in.

“No!” Y/n cried out as she witnessed her boyfriend chocking to death. “I’ll see y’all soon,” Murphy said as he went upstairs to make some escape.

“Please, help- Help!” Y/n shouted as the door opened. As soon as they saw Bellamy, they ran to him. Clark quickly ran over to y/n to see her wound. The gun Murphy had wasn’t a regular gun. She was shit multiple times.

“I-It hurts,” y/n said in a crackly low voice as Bellamy got free. “No!” Bellamy shouted at Monty who said he needed to check him. “Baby- Are you okay? Will she be okay!?”

Bellamy freaked out after seeing the bullet holes in his girlfriend. “Needa get them out, and get her cleaned before they s and infect her,” as soon as he heard that, he picked y/n up and brought her out to the medical tent.

“I don’t want to see anymore hero shit coming from you after yesterday,” Bellamy spoke as y/n woke up. “Huh?” Y/n asked, confused and tired. She went to lean up, but groaned at the slight pain.

“Nah uh- Stop that. Lay down and rest. You ain’t working today,” Bellamy said as he came over to y/n and softly pushed her back down on her bed.

“What happened?” Y/n’s mind was blurry. “Murphy shot you. Yeah- The motherfucker shot you, and when I see him, I’m gonna kill him,” y/n blinked a few times as she rubbed her eyes, confused.

“Stop moving, y/n, this is serous,” Bellamy said as he placed her hands to the side. “You need rub your eyes? Ask me to do it. I don’t need you moving,”

Bellamy knew that was too much, but he didn’t care. He needed y/n to heal fast and well. He hated seeing her like this.

“Babe, relax,” y/n said, but Bellamy gripped her hands to stop her from moving. “I’m not fucking playing!” Bellamy yelled at her, making her stop any movement she had going on.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just- That was so fucking stupid of you. Why would you do that? For me! You could’ve — Baby, you could’ve died,” Bellamy hated saying it as much as he hated thinking it.

“I’m sorry,” y/n said after a bit of silence. She could tell Bellamy was slightly traumatized from the vent. “No, don’t get like that on me. I’m sorry for yelling. I just- I really love you, and I thought I was going to lose you right before I died,”

Y/n instantly remember everything…

“Well, you didn’t, babe — C’mere and lay with me. You need to rest too. Can hear your voice giving out,” y/n giggled as she held out her arms. He quickly crawled over her and laid down.

“I gotta work soon-“ before he could finish, y/n cut him off. “Nah uh- If I have to rest, you do to,” Bellamy went to talk, she shushed him so he wouldn’t argue. “I’ll get lonely,” that was all Bellamy needed to hear to stay with her.

[akkivee]

top five moments from this little drama track in my very unbiased like so objective it’s crazy y’all opinion lol

1️⃣ sasara elected to sign himself and samatoki up to perform another comedy skit together bc he’s stupid ig lmao. samatoki punches him for it tho lmao

2️⃣ all the leaders got to eat at that diner by invite basically. it’s american so the portions are HUGE and the exact conversation about this point was brought like this lol

ichiro: i’ve never seen a burger this size before!!!!! i think it’s the same size as your head kuukou

kuukou: *holds up the burger to his face* ain’t it??

ichiro: *laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen* it’s massive bro

3️⃣ there’s a 30cm burger and the leaders decide to have an eating contest to see who can eat it fastest, and sasara gets out of it by being the commentator lmao. kuukou the foodie has quite a bit of praise for the flavour accents in burger as he’s chowing down, ramuda can barely hold the burger up lmao, and ichiro started egging samatoki on where it’s revealed that the both of them have special eating techniques. they shouted them out in sentai style complete with superhero sound effects LOL

4️⃣ jakurai, however, reveals the ultimate technique of squishing the 30cm burger down into one ☝️ cm and eats it in four bites. HES THE WINNER LMAO (and ichiro slams his fist down lamenting his defeat LOL)

5️⃣ the track ends with the leaders cleaning up the restaurant bc they ate so much food, the restaurant workers wouldn’t be able to clean up in time for their grand opening the next day lmao. kuukou and sasara were bums and weren’t helping (kuukou: they say you have to work to earn your keep, but i’ve already eaten 😈) but eventually they get chided into helping lmao. kuukou rushed forward to complete his chore with gusto but he bumps into sasara and kuukou yells at him for getting in his way lmao and sasara yells back that he’s an idiot as samatoki tells them they’re being annoying fcks and ichiro tells kuukou that was dangerous and all six of them made for an interesting group according to ramuda 🤗🤗🤗

[bwabys-scenarios]

also 🤗🤗 for the sfw/nsfw headcanons… how about nobubaga?

Nobunaga SFW/NSFW HCs

!!REPOSTS APPRECIATED!!

warning: period sex, oral(f+m receiving), creampie, daddy kink, cockwarming, pegging, slightest mention of Nobunaga thinking you self harm(you don’t he’s just stupid)

A/N: anything for my moots!! 🫡 I’ll try to make a few positive HCs for him but it won’t be easy…

(If you’d like to see SFW/NSFW HCs for your fav HXH character, send me an ask!!)

SFW

-this man does not know what personal space is. You’ll sit on the couch, then he’ll sit next to you super close. You move? He moves with you. Doesn’t get that you want some space

-if you want someone that is completely and utterly devoted to you, he’s your guy

-if you’re alright with him being kinda pathetic

-he definitely has low self esteem. he’s quick to put himself down, and even ends up neglecting himself. he’ll need to be reminded that he is loved and handsome to you. show him what self care days are!

-okay I joke about his greasy hair a lot but to have such long, pretty hair he does actually have to take care of it. can it get greasy because he’s having a bad time or is too lazy to take care of it? yeah, but he usually does keep up with it

-he’s really good with hair, when he was a kid he was the one that cut everyone’s hair and styled it.

-he both likes his hair being played with and playing with your hair! also he will 100% learn how to style your hair, he’s pretty good with his hands

-pretty affectionate, he ain’t hiding his love for you. he may be a little shy kissing and hugging you in front of his friends in fear of teasing, but otherwise he’s a big PDA guy

-bad texter, but will call you anytime! he just doesn’t understand tone through text and almost always tends to seem angry or upset through text(this is the same for Phinks)

-he doesn’t understand memes. he’s not even really that old but god does he act like it. he’ll squint at your screen then be like “I don’t get it.” then will huff and say “it ain’t even funny. this is why I don’t have social media.”

-if you get a scratch and he notices, he gets angry and is like “who did this to you?” And then you have to explain to him you scratched your arm on the stove because last week he accidentally broke the handle

-also might say something like “baby… don’t hurt yourself… stop, for me.” and hold you as if you didn’t scrape your knee after eating shit in the driveway 30 minutes ago

-his attempts at romance are mediocre at best. he’s the type of guy that will buy you a head of lettuce thinking it’s a flower

-scattered flower petals around the bedroom he picked outside but it’s during allergy season so now you have to vacuum pollen off your carpet while the two of you are sneezy and choking on your fluids

-DO NOT LET THIS MOTHERFUCKER IN YOUR KITCHEN!! ANYTHING HE MAKES IS HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH AT BEST!! You’re 90% sure one of the things he made came to life just to beg for death

-also he’ll find some way to break at least SOMETHING. Scrubbed your nonstick pans with a fucking metal sponge thing.

-he likes to carry your things around, will follow you like a lovesick puppy while you shop, holding your shopping bags

-he knits! it’s not something he tells many people, but he picked it up from Machi when they were on a mission together and he was bored out if his mind. if you beg ask nicely he’ll make you a hat or mittens. wearing anything he makes you will make him swoon

-he’s a decent cuddle buddy, if you don’t mind being groped and grabbed the whole time

-he doesn’t smell bad most of the time, but goes days without showering at times. you’ll have to promise him sexual favors or allow him to shower with you if you want him to shower everyday

NSFW

-cries when he cums sometimes…

-switch. he’ll say it’s a dom lean but… you can decide that for yourself

-y’all… this man and period sex. once he learns that’s a thing he’s asking to “help with your cramps” every time you’re on your period. yeah he’ll go down on you, yeah he’s a messy eater.

-speaking of pussy eating he’s decent! he tries to make you cum at least once on his tongue because he’s really bad at about cumming almost instantly once he’s inside you. he can go multiple rounds don’t worry, but he feels kind of pathetic after. “Just feel too good, baby, can’t help myself…”

-he’s around 7 inches me thinks. I don’t usually include dick size in these but 7 inches just seems perfect for him?

-I feel like he’d have a daddy kink. do I like that? no not really. but I can picture it

-he fucking LOVES hearing you moan and make noise. he can be a little insecure with his lovemaking skills, so hearing you enjoy yourself gets him going

-give him a blowjob and swallow his cum. he fucking loves to watch you stick out your tongue and show him it’s covered in his cum

-he likes cockwarming but he’s also super impatient and will just end up bouncing you before bending you over onto whatever surface is closest to you

-again with him being impatient, he’s not the biggest fan of lingerie. he’s going to rip it off you anyways, and he’d rather not deal with the headache of you complaining that he tore your expensive set

-he prefers cumming inside your pussy! he doesn’t want to get you pregnant, it’s more of a possessive thing. he wants to claim you!

-he’s got pretty good stamina. the first few rounds he’ll cum pretty quick, but once he gets into his rhythm, he can last a while!

-tug on his hair… he will moan and just stare at you for a second. he won’t ASK you to do it again, but he’ll wear his hair down around you more often

-he wouldn’t let you peg him 😔 would he like it? probably, but he doesn’t want to “feel emasculated���. this is code for “I don’t want you to see me moan and whimper like a bitch while you pound me”

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Hat Trick - Part 2 (The Playoffs)

3.4K / Safest with You AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din eats you out while you watch a playoffs game. That’s it.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please) F!oral, fingering, nearing overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), m!masterbation, established relationship. Inadvertent hockey double entendres, possibly.

A/N: Vancouver won last night so I thought I should post this while they’re up 😂 Inspired by @beskarandblasters’s I Want It, I got It and @swiftispunk’s ask(s) from @arainbowsiren - thank y’all and your respective mens for their service 🫡🫡🤗. You can if you want, of course 😊 but no need to read Part 1, as it’s not a direct continuation. Anyways, go Canucks go! 🏒🏒

If dread is defined as “painful agitation in the presence or anticipation of danger,” then for the entirety of your relationship, Din has never dreaded seeing you.  Not when either of you has had one of those bad day at work where you just need to vent for hours afterwards, or when Jimmy had accidentally used a sweater you left in Din’s office to towel off after a sparring session, or even that time Din took Al to the dog park by himself and didn’t realize the other dog moms were flirting with him until one of them shoved her number into his hand.  Nope, it didn’t matter what nonsense was going on while you were apart, the moment he looks upon his pretty bird’s face, Din’s day automatically takes a turn for the better.

But these past few weeks, Din feels like it’s possible he’s being tested in this regard.  Still not dread… maybe some mild foreboding?  That sounds bad, he thinks.  He’s worried is what he is.

Your hockey team is in the playoffs, and at first you were thrilled.  But your excitement has quickly given way to a much more volatile emotional cocktail of anticipation, nervousness and agitation.  If anything, you’re the one who’s been in a state of dread.

The first round was okay.  Your team won the series 4-1; it was a little nerve-wracking after Game 2, but the team rallied and after some nail-biting overtime games, they prevailed.  At your encouragement, he had hosted the series at his place since neither of you were able to get any tickets for the home games.  You had readily cooked up a storm in the kitchen to work out your pregame nerves, and your friends and the Mandos came over to reaped the culinary benefits of your stress. 

Your friends already knew this about you, of course, but Din is learning that playoffs you is very different from regular season you.  Regular season you loves hockey.  Playoffs you loves winning.

You’re the personification of nail-biting anxiety during every game; eyes glued to the screen, barely eating or drinking except during commercials or intermissions.  Every missed shot on goal results in shouting and arms raised in frustration.  Ever unanswered check on your players, vexation and name calling.  Power plays or offensive drives that can't be capitalized on have you covering your face in defeat.

His pretty bird stresses.

It’s not all bitterness and disappointment, thankfully.  Your face when your team scores lights up entire the room.  Every save your goalie makes has you cheering in elation, high fiving everyone in sight with enthusiasm.  When your team wins, your cute butt won’t stop wiggling with victory dance moves.

But the good cannot come without the bad.  Penalties called against your team trigger a spitting of expletives Din didn’t think were possible from your sweet mouth.  Holes in your defense that the other team exploits have you calling for someone’s head (the coach? The team captain?  Din’s??!)

Every game is a rollercoaster of emotions.

Oh.  And if your team loses… it’s like a dark cloud materializes over your head.  Your mood is already gloomy when the final buzzer sounds, improving only to pouty and restless by the time you start nearing the next game.

Din doesn’t like to see you so stressed (over a game, he might add, if he didn’t seriously fear the repercussions of saying that out loud to you).

Round 2 has been… interesting.  No, that's too forgiving.  It’s been… a nightmare.  You team is down 1-3 in the series and tonight is Game 5.  The make-or-break game that will either eliminate your team from the playoffs, or let them live to fight another game where they can attempt to claw their way to a decider seventh game.  After winning the series opener, the team’s three consecutive losses have left you nearly despondent - your mood getting progressively worse with every loss.  It’s not that you were mean or snappish – you were still kind and helpful, and all sweetness with Din and his friends.  But you smile a lot less and your playfulness is missing; you tell less jokes and your laughter, if any, is shorter and less vibrant than it is normally.  This past week, there’s been an ever present tension in your body that doesn’t seem to melt away no matter how much affection Din shows you, and you’re constantly furrowing your brow at things you read on your phone. 

When you start to make the grocery list for what you need to prepare the spread for Game 5, you call out to Din, “Baby, is Mayfeld going to come over for the game?  If he is, I’ll have to get parsley for the garlic knots.”

“Oh… pretty bird, I think most of the guys are going to go to a sports bar for Game 5,” Din says with a bit a trepidation.  He doesn’t say that he was the one who had made the suggestion that they do so, thinking it was unnecessary pressure for you to host a viewing party.  When Woves and Mayfeld had complained, Din reminded them about how they had both spilled beer all over the carpet during a goal celebration during the last game.  He had found you at 2 a.m. taking out your frustration over the loss with a brush, scrubbing the carpet vigorously on your hands and knees until he had managed to coax you back to bed for what was ultimately a night of restless tossing and turning.

“Did you want to go too?” you ask, wide-eyed.

“Nah, let’s just relax and watch here, baby,” Din’s smile is easy going, “I’ll order in, okay?  No need to make food.  It can just be a relaxing time.”  He hopes he isn’t emphasizing the word relax too much.

You look at him for a beat and nod, before going back to the grocery list.  Din exhales a little breath of relief. 

Game 5 is not going well.

Your team is leading in shots on goal, but just can’t seem convert shots to goals.  Din thinks it’s almost worse watching your body tense up in excitement, just to deflate in disappointment, over and over.  The opposing team doesn’t seem to have the same problem – scoring two goals in quick succession during the first ten minutes of the game that have you flopping back onto the coach, heels of your palms pressed to your eyes as you groan in pain. 

At the first intermission, your team is trailing 0-3 and Din hides (?) in the kitchen while you call Rory and Katie, and the three of you bemoan and rant about the last period over speakerphone.  You pace the same route throughout the apartment so many times, Din wouldn’t be surprised if you actually wore a path. 

He reemerges from the kitchen just as the second period is about to start and sees that you’re already perched on the edge of the couch, elbows on your knees, hands holding your own face as you stare at the television intently.

The puck drops just as Din places a plate of food on the coffee table in front of you, and you look at him with a calm expression and soft, sweet smile that he doesn’t think he’s seen for weeks, “Thank you, bab- WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?”

And like that, it’s gone – replaced by an expression of disbelief as you point agitatedly at the screen.  Din turns to see your team captain skating towards the penalty box, and looks back to see you shaking with fury and muttering, “Hooking my ass...  Barely tapped him…”

“That’s it,” says Din firmly.

“Hmm?” you’re not even looking at him, too busy throwing dagger eyes at the ref on screen who’s announcing the penalty details, getting ready to boo when he’s done.

“Stand up please, pretty bird,” commands Din, not really asking as he slips his paw like hands under your arms and hauls you up gently before you even process his request.  Your eyes narrow as you register something happening, but your attention is still on the game.

It’s not until Din yanks down your leggings and kneels to start pulling your feet through the legs that you snap your head down, “Din!! What are you doing?”

Left in just your pink lace trimmed panties and your “I just hope both teams have fun” sweatshirt, you look at Din with a confused expression. He rises and towers over you purposefully, crowding you back against the couch so that you’re forced to sit down with a bounce when it hits the back of your legs.

“I don’t like seeing you so stressed, sweetheart.  So, I’m going to help you relax, and you’re going to remember that this game is supposed to be fun.”

You screw up your face, unimpressed, “I know it’s supposed to be fun!  I’m having tons of fun.  Look at me, I’m- OH!!”

Din’s had enough.  It wasn’t supposed to be a negotiation anyways.  With one hand, he presses against your chest, forcing you to lean back into the couch, and with the other he spreads open your legs and lowers himself to press a firm kiss right on your clit.

“Din!!”

“Relax, baby,” he mouths against the fabric of your underwear, dipping his head and nuzzling your bud with his strong nose.  He spread your legs wider and holds them open as he starts his slow torture.

The other team’s powerplay starts and you try to keep your eyes on the game.  Normally you would be yelling at the screen for your team to clear it, but right now all you can think about is how Din’s slowly tracing over your folds with the tips of his nose and tongue.

As the powerplay clock starts to wind down, your favourite right winger intercepts a pass and tears down the ice on a breakaway.  Chased by his own teammates and the opposing team, he sets up, shoots and scores!!  Usually a short-handed goal would have you jumping up and down, cheering, but Din’s holding you down and at the exact same moment he gives your mound an open mouth kiss, tonguing your clit with a deliberate flick that has you grabbing onto his hair instead, “Yesssssssss!”

Din pays the goal no mind nor anything else that’s happening in the game, he just continues mapping and teasing your cunt through your underwear with his mouth, tongue and nose until the fabric is soaked through.

You go back to watching the game, half listening to the commentators and half following the players on the ice, all the while whimpering and softly moaning as Din works you up until you’re leaking down your ass, about to make a mess of the couch beneath.  Slowly, slowly, as Din continues to massage and prod at your dripping hole, you start to melt, stress and tension lifting from your body, replaced with a warm, buzzing pleasure emanating from your core.

The period’s half over, and you haven’t yelled at the screen once. 

“Feels so good, daddy,” you whine, when Din’s tongue presses your panties into your seam, forcing the fabric pulled tight and wet to stay tucked between your folds, finally revealing part of your pretty cunt to his gleaming eye.

“Fuck.  Pussy’s so pretty, baby.  So wet for me,” Din growls, and the vibration of his tenor works it way in, riding that same buzzing wave that’s coursing through your body, straight to your throat where it escapes as a tight wail.

“Oh Daddy!”

“Keep watching the game, pretty bird.  And remember… relax,” Din’s last word muffled as he dives face first into your pussy, open mouth kissing your slit - licking every crest and wave he has access to with a low, burning sensuality that’s driving you insane. 

“More, please – Din, I need more.  Ngggh!”

About to pull the damp gusset of your panties to the side and really starting devouring you, Din pauses with a wicked idea.  He pinches the fabric between his fingers and gives it a little tug so that the hem of your panties glides over your clit – the unexpected friction has you yelping in surprise, “Oh, fuck!”

Chuckling, Din tugs the fabric over your swollen bud a few more times and drinks in your heady moans before finally pulling it all the way aside to display your glistening cunt.

“Eyes on the game, baby.”  You look down to see Din’s face buried between your legs, but his eyes are locked onto yours, dark and blown – you nod and flick you eyes back to the screen.  Three more minutes left in the second period.

“Good girl,” Din rumbles against your slick coated seam; he licks a hot stripe from your tight hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, then back down, pushing and swirling his tongue through your arousal.  He hums as he repeats this pattern over and over as you start to pant above him.

“Close baby?”  You look away from the face-off on screen to nod at Din, he’s been eating you out for nearly the entire period of play, building you up from nothing and now you can feel yourself approaching the edge of euphoria, ready to teeter over.

“Daddy will take care of you, pretty girl.  Just relax and watch the game, kay?”

When he sees your hazy eyes flick back up to the tv, he presses in deep, opening his mouth to consume as much of your pussy as he can, tongue dancing through your folds before it burrows into your clenching hole.  His nose nudges your slippery clit as he tongue fucks you with vigor.

Above him, you’re faintly cheering on your team.

“Oh yes!  Press them!  Press them hard!”

“Nice pass!  Fuck, such a good pass!”

“Shoot it, shoot it, shoot it – yessssss!”

You come just as the team’s star rookie scores a top shelf goal, crying out So good, so good, so good as your orgasm washes over you in never-ending waves.  Apparently, you had a lot of pent up stress you needed to release.

Closing your eyes, you rest your head against the back of the couch and listen to the announcements celebrating the goal, coming down from your high as Din continues to press butterfly kisses to your pussy.  Only when you hear the buzzer signalling the end of the period do you open your eyes and smile down at Din, “Thank you, daddy.”

Making a movement to get up so you can dispense a little love of your own to Din, you’re bewildered when Din holds you down with a forearm across your stomach and shakes his head, mouth still latched to your heat. 

“Din.”

Shake, shake.

The movement of Din’s head restarts a warmth in your belly.  Your laugh is featherlight, “Din, I have to get up!  At least let me get up to buy the 50-50 tickets.”

Without releasing you, Din feels behind him blindly with his free hand until he finds your phone on the coffee table and places it in your waiting hands; he then reaches into his back pocket and takes out his wallet which he also hands over before mumbling against your slit, “Buy your tickets, baby.”

“Din, you don’t have to!  I have my ow- ah!”

Having given your clit a playful snip, Din soothes it with a soft kiss, “It’s for charity, sweetheart.”

Dreamily, you sigh in agreement, “For charity.”

Din licks you lazily through the second intermission, cleaning up your spend and using his tongue to spread the fresh slick trickling from your cunt up to and around your swollen clit.  He rests his head against your thigh and chuckles as he watches you take over ten minutes to purchase your charity raffle tickets; you used to only be able to buy 50-50 tickets if you were in attendance at the game, but the team’s charitable foundation had recently started selling them online during the game as well – and it’s taking all your concentration to navigate the site without being distracted by Din’s slow teasing.

You have to enter Din’s credit card number five times before you get it right and you think you accidentally buy twice the number of tickets you mean to.

By the time the third period starts, you’ve lost your underwear; eyes glossing over while you resume watching the game, you’re spread bare for Din as he adds his fingers to his efforts, all in the name of ‘relaxation’.  When your team can’t capitalize on their first power play of the period, he inserts one curling finger, and you concede that the missed goal opportunity isn’t the end of the world.  When your goalie has to make four heart-stopping saves in a row as the other team piles on, Din adds a second, and you passively sing encouraging praise at the TV while dissolving into the couch.  When your coach deploys his special teams, your heart rate speeds up, but not because your offensive line is absolutely dominating in the attacking zone, but because Din squeezes in a third finger, stretching your fitted walls to their limit.

“So fucking tight for me,” Din hisses, looking absolutely hypnotized as he watches his thick fingers disappear into your cunt.  The vulgar wet slaps and squelches your pussy is making nearly drowning out the commentary from the game; you moan and writhe against Din’s hand, begging him for more, “Daddy, so fucking good!  Love your fingers, please… need your mouth, dadddyyyyyyy….”

The onslaught on the ice and against your pussy continue without reprieve; Din nibbles your puffy clit between his teeth before pulling it in between his lips and sucking.  He builds and builds as the team presses and presses, no relief for your poor aching pussy or the opposing team’s goalie.  You think you might float away if Din wasn’t still holding you down, your body tingling right through to the finger tips that you have buried in Din’s hair – you pull him closer, grinding against his mouth seeking, more, more, more. 

“Soak me, pretty girl,” you feel rather than hear, Din’s command echoing deep to that spot inside you only he can reach and the vibration sets you off.  You come, a fresh wave of arousal hits Din’s chin as you chant out his name until you’re hoarse.  Trailing off with a whimper, somewhere through your thick fog of pleasure, you hear the buzzer of the second goal your favourite right winger scores tonight.

The game’s all tied up and you’re spent.

Glassy eyed and fully blissed out, you beckon Din to come kiss you with a weak smile and curl of the fingers on the hand you’ve released from his hair. 

Din’s taking out his cock from his sweatpants and lubing it up with your cum, but he doesn’t rise, “Give me one more, pretty bird.  Let’s make it a hat trick.”

You whine in protest, “Can’t, Din.  It’s too much.”

He fists his hard length and presses the barest of chaste kisses to your still pulsing clit, “Be a good girl for me.  One more, baby.”

There’s nothing, not even winning this game, that you want more than to please him so you give him a brave little nod – even though his feathery touch made you jump.

His thumb brushes gently over your slippery bundle - light pets at first, mindful that you’re nearing overstimulation.  In contrast, his other hand pumps his cock with increasing pressure and speed – already throbbing and painfully hard just from eating you out for the last 40 minutes.  Seeing how turned-on Din is just from pleasuring you has another wave of want coursing through your veins; pushing up your sweatshirt above your braless breasts, you start to play with your tits - pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers as you throw you head back and moan, low and throaty.

The raunchy sight sends Din into overdrive.  He starts to draw gentle but consistent figure eights over your clit then bends down again to inhale the smell of your honey before pressing a series of sweet tender kisses to your still leaking hole.  All the while, choking his dick and keeping his eyes on you as you touch your perfect tits.  He stays the course with his mouth and thumb, letting you decide how much you can take when you start to buck your hips lightly.

Your third orgasm approaches faster than you anticipate, body already halfway there after that last brain numbing high.  Din reads the tensing of your stomach and your quickening breaths, “Give it to me, baby girl.  Give it to me and I’ll come all over this pretty pussy.”  With Din’s dirty promise ringing in your ear, you come with a shuddering arch of your back and a soundless scream.  Just as you’re completing your hat trick, in an arena across town your right winger is completing his.

But your eyes aren’t for him, they’re for the man who’s now milking his impressive cock, splattering rope after rope of white, glossy cum over the lips of your overwrought cunt.  You giggle as Din runs the tip of his cock through your folds, pushing in as much of his spend as he can before he heaves a heavy, satiated sigh.

Looking at you with a smirk, he chuckles, “How you feeling, pretty bird?  Relaxed?”

You laugh a genuine, musical laugh before pulling his face to yours, kissing yourself on his lips – so euphoric and peaceful from Din’s magical touch.  After a quick cleanup, you rest cozily in Din’s arms, kissing sweetly as the two of you watch your team successfully defend their lead for the final minutes of the game.  Final winning score for your team, 4-3.

Resting your sleepy head on Din’s shoulder, you confess, “I didn’t realize I was being such a stress ball about the playoffs, Din.  I’m sorry.”

Kissing your temple, Din gives you a reassuring squeeze, “No need to apologize, pretty bird.  It’s okay if you get stressed.  Just know I’m always here to help, okay?  I love you.”

You lift your head to nod and mouth the same words back to him, nearly getting lost in the dreamy eyes of the man you can’t quite believe loves you the way he does.  In a little voice you cheer, “We won, yay!”

“Yay!” chuckles Din.

Suddenly, a look of epiphany washes over your face as you pan to the screen where the winning score is displayed in bold font beneath the post game show hosts.  You turn to look at Din, then slowly again to the TV and back.  Sitting up straight, all business-like, you grin, “Seriously, Din - I’m going to need you to do this again.  Every game until we win the cup.”

“Done.”

[i-heart-yellowstone]

4 - Dutton’s and Lambert’s

Part 5

Raised Fair Share Of Hell

If y'all got any ideas for this especially moments with Alissa and Rip send them to my ask box 🤗

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Standing in front of Lee’s freshly dug headstone and empty grave that he would be put in a few minutes later. I was wearing a short sleeve black dress that went down to my knees. “Alissa.” Opening my eyes I slowly glanced over my shoulder watching my husband walking up to me.

“What is it, Kace?” I questioned him when he finally stopped to stand beside me. He was wearing a full black suit, white shirt and a white tea shirt underneath with his dusty black Cowboy hat.

“How’s your ankle in that boot?”

My gaze lowered down to my left ankle in a doctor's boot that the hospital had told me I would have to wear for a while. “I’ll get used to it.” I answered his question not liking it but was thankful the surgery to remove the bullet didn’t go horribly wrong.

“That’s not what I’m asking. I don’t want you putting too much on it to be here today.”

Grasping his hand in mine I rubbed my thumb over the black wedding band on his left hand. “Kayce, I want to be here. For you and your family. Y’all have known me my entire life. Besides, Lee was like a brother to me. I need to say goodbye to him.”

“How did I get so lucky with you, Ms. Lambert?” Kayce asked, cradling the side of my face in his freehand.

Reaching down inside the front of my dress I drew out the necklace chain I wore with my wedding ring on it. “That’s Mrs. Dutton to you, Kayce John. And you got so lucky cause we’re best friends.” I decided to wear it mostly as a necklace too worried I’d lose the ring that meant so much to me.

“Looks like it’s time.” He squeezed my hand in his seeing the casket being brought close by one of the trucks. He removed his hand from mine, walking over and being a pull bear for his brother alongside John , Rip and a few other ranch hands.

The casket was set up and lowered into the ground before I noticed John walk up and stand in front of it. Each family member went up to say their goodbye leaving me and Faith the last to go. “I'm gonna miss you, Uncle Lee. Thanks for my birthday present - and I hope you are running a beautiful ranch up in the sky.” She laid some flowers over his casket stepping back crying into her father's jacket.

Lee had gotten her a tiny horse necklace for her birthday with the money that his father paid him.

“Hey, Lee. First off I - um I want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this happened to you when I could've stopped it.” I felt some tears welling up in my ears and I gripped my ring necklace for strength. “I know I shouldn't put the weight on myself but I am because - because I'm going to miss you so much. I'm gonna miss you and my sister pretending like there's not a spark between you two. I'm going to miss you being Faith's favorite uncle. I'm going to miss our flour fights at 2am. Lee - I'm gonna miss you. But don't you worry I am going to make sure your name and memory aren't forgotten.”

Kayce’s hand touched my shoulder softly. “Alissa - easy now. I've got you - I've got uou honey.” I spun around throwing myself into his chest and he wrapped his arms around my shaking body. We just held each other for a little while until everyone slowly made their way back to the main house.

Gator had prepared dinner for both of our families to enjoy for the next couple of days. The sun was setting over the Dutton Ranch when I went to find my sister Alana standing on the front porch by herself. Pushing the door opened I walked outside. “What are you doing out here, sis?”

“Just needed some air. Today's been - rough. How are you doing?” She asked me rolling her shoulders before dropping them.

I came over leaning my elbows on the wooden porch railing. “Pretty much the same. Faith, just says she wants him back for her birthday. I actually told her that we'd celebrate somehow once all this dies down but she has to understand he's not coming back.”

“It sucks that she misses him so much.” Alana glanced at me, seeing my wedding ring dangling from my neck. “You know who's wedding ring that is right?”

“Yeah.”

She pressed on clasping her hands together. “And did you know that Lee proposed to me with that exact ring?”

“What! Why are you just telling me this now? Have you two been secretly married this whole time?”

She touched my hand seeing that I was getting worked up over her bombshell of news. “Let me explain. First off nobody in either of our families knew about it. We were going to announce it until the day you came home and told us you were pregnant. So Lee and I talked it over and he decided it was best for you and his brother to get married and raise the baby together more than that ring would benefit us at the time.”

“Alana, I - why didn't you tell me sooner?” I felt slightly heartbroken that she gave up her marriage to Lee Dutton for me.

She intertwined our hands together giving me a weak smile. “Because you were going through a lot. Dad was pissed and mom was busy preparing for the baby so it just didn't seem right.”

“So I was right all along about you and Lee?” I asked with a hopeful yet shocked smile on my face.

She nodded her head yes. “We just weren't so obvious the way you and Kayce were - better yet still are today.”

“We are not!” I scolded her.

My sister smirked. “It's nothing to be ashamed of if you want to climb into bed with him. You're already married anyhow.”

“Alana!” I turned my face away, blushing slightly, clearing my throat. “But you two still could have gotten married and had kids for both ranches. So why didn't you?”

She shrugs her shoulders in response. “Didn't ever seem like the right thing for us. Lee and I never wanted to talk about that since that's all our daddy's wanted to talk about.”

“God gave me two daughters and no sons so I'm gonna need them to give me some grandbabies to keep this land of ours.” I did the best impression of my father as I could, still deeply loving him.

Alana was in agreement with me. “We just wanted to enjoy the pressure being off of us, especially the day you got pregnant. You're my little sister so I did what was best for you even though it was making me lose some happiness.”

“I'm sorry.” I wrapped my arms around her in a hug and she hugged me back sniffing through some tears of her own.

“It's okay, Lissa. I was right about something though with our families.” She broke the hug slightly seeing confusion written on my face until she finished her sentence. “I guess Dutton’s and Lambert’s were always meant to go together.”

A few days after the funeral I was walking to the barn to saddle my horse so I could take Faith on a ride yet I halted in my tracks outside the door hearing Jamie and John discussing something inside. “Did they identify Kayce?”

“Not yet.”

“Who are the agents we're talking about?” John asked him.

Jamie responded. “It's, uh, Tom Reynolds and Aaron McReary.”

“Reynolds I can deal with.” He admits. “I don't know this McReary.”

“Yeah, he lives in the south end of the valley. Word is he likes his religion.”

John questioned his son. “As in "won't tell a lie" likes it?”

“Yeah, that would be my guess.”

“Find out where he goes to church. Anything else? Anything else? You said there were a few.”

“The medical examiner's report. You're not gonna like it.” Jamie began explaining.

“Who else has seen the report?” John pressed on for answers.

“The only ones who have seen it want it to change.”

My father in law muttered. “Then it'll change.”

“It means they're doctors. Which means they took an oath, and it wasn't to you. No matter what we do, the photographs won't change. The body won't change. It'll tell the same story - to anybody who looks.” Jamie snapped back at him mentioning some good points.

“The body's buried, Jamie. Relax.” John walked up near his son’s face.

Jamie tried to make him understand. “Yeah, but when they see the report…”

“When they see the report, what? You think I'm just gonna let them dig up my son?” John getting closer up in his face.

He explained to him with a heavy sigh. “When they see the report, they won't ask. They're just gonna do it, Dad. I think we should…”

John held a hand up to him. “No, don't say it.”

“I think we should beat them to it.”

John stomped forward shoving his son against one of the horse stalls behind him staying in his face. “All right, don't say it. Don't even think it.”

“Kayce shot him in the forehead while he laid on his back.” Jamie declares while I felt a nervous tightness in my chest form at his words, remembering the incident all too well.

John growled in his face in disbelief. “We don't know it was Kayce.”

“He was executed. Five bullets in a circle, like this. Name the livestock officer who could do that.” Jamie asked him the question John and I both feared he would say, pointing to his round lawyer badge on his shirt.

Turning my attention away from the door I threaded my fingers into my hair, beginning to feel powerless in this situation. “What are we gonna do, Kayce?”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[earthtoharlow]

URBANWYATT

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urbanwyatt: after the show it's the afterparty

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jackharlow: bro delete this before she sees

urbanwyatt: ?

user: what’s going on ??? 😭

user: confused but Jack looking out for Urban 🥲

yourinsta: oh so you did go out tonight? 🤨

urbanwyatt: babe, we were going to stay in this was kinda last minute

yourinsta: no you lied to me

urbanwyatt: now you’re just being dramatic!

yourinsta: oh so now I’m a dramatic bitch?!!

yourinsta: and you were sharing hookah with hoes?! You might as well cheat on me next!!

urbanwyatt: you’re putting words in my mouth! I never called you a bitch!!!

yourinsta: whatever urb, the locks will be changed when you get home next week!

urbanwyatt: y/n c’mon! And it doesn’t matter, I know how to pick locks

yourinsta: HA! I’d love to see you try to break in!

user: well Jack did try to warn him

user: *grabs popcorn*

user: I love drama that isn’t mine

jackharlow: I told you

YOURINSTA

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yourinsta: we had a time last night 🤭

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user: he dragged tf outta you

user: sassy ass reply 😭

urbanwyatt: stop playing with me

user: your bag is cute tho 😔

user: elite hating!

yourbestie: let’s do it again tonight!

urbanwyatt: NO!

yourinsta: y’all hear something

jackharlow: he’s going crazy!

yourinsta: GOOD!

urbanwyatt & yourinsta added to their stories!

YNSOURCE

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ynsource: Urban’s back in town and he brought gifts! I love how happy our girl is! 🥰

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user: it’s the new LV bags for me

user: this is the happiest she’s ever been

user: in her lover girl era

user: I love Urban! 🤗

YOURINSTA

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yourinsta: white people activities

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user: damn 🥵

user: fuck all that shit look at that ass !!

druski: 👁️👁️

user: oh my

user: urban doesn’t know what to do with all that!

cardib: 😍

user: and when I steal you from that white boy then what?

user: what’s that drake lyric? So thicc that everyone on the room is so uncomfortable 😍

user: ass still fat, it’s on Rick Ross

urbanwyatt: EVERYONE STOP LOOKING AT HER ✋

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[danny-415]

engaged

(fluff)

pov: jack was thinking to surprise you to have a dinner date on a yacht. you thought to yourself why jack was always on the phone calling trevor and leaving the room. well, there’s only way to find out.

“what’s up trev?” jack said while on the phone

you were thinking why jack was always calling trevor. you started to wonder some things on your mind.

as jack leaves the bedroom, you can hear him laughing and talking about something happening on a yacht.

“what is he saying?” you started to talk to yourself and hear through the door.

after a few minutes of them talking, you sat on your bed watching tv.

“hey babe” jack said.

“hey” you replied

“what’s going on with you and trevor?”

“nothing i just want you to get ready tomorrow”

“why”

“i’ll tell you more tomorrow, it’s not that important. let’s just watch a movie together and cuddle”

“okayy” you said as your thoughts started to wonder.

as you and jack cuddled, you fell asleep into his arms smelling his wonderful scent.

—next day—

“baby wake up” jack said you as he’s putting your hair behind your ears

“why?” you asked

“ohh yeah sorry” you said as you started to wonder why he woke you up so early

“i made you some breakfast”

“oh thank you baby” you said as you smelled the wonderful eggs and toast

as soon as you woke up, you started to get ready and put on some natural makeup.

as you walked down the stairs, you and jack started to eat breakfast together.

“jack why are you being so nice to me today?” you asked as you started to be suspicious

“oh nothing we’re going somewhere” he replied in a weird way

“hmm what do you mean somewhere?”

“don’t worry about it, after you eat i’ll warm up the car”

“okayy”

as time passes by, you went into the car and scrolled thru insta. the drive was 45 mins away.

as soon as you and jack arrived at the destination, you were in shock.

“jack why are we at this beautiful dock with only one yacht?”

“you’ll find out”

“trev! come on over bro!”

“what’s up guys! how are we doing m’lady?”

“dude” jack said as he hit trevor lightly on his chest

“oh oops sorry jack. take a chill pill man”

“guys! why are we here?”

“you see y/n i will be your butler”

“no way trevor, are you serious? on this yacht your a butler?” you laughed

“yes”

“anyways y/n come inside” jack said

as you walked inside, you started to see the beautiful sunset outside.

“jack, honey this is beautiful” you said as you walked to the table

“i know that’s why i’ve been calling trevor”

“trev you guys!” you said as you went in for a hug

after trevor served you and jack food, jack told trevor to record this moment.

“uhh jack-“

jack kneeled on one knee and held a ring box.

“y/n will you marry me and be mine forever?”

“jack, yes of course!”

“she said yes guys!” trevor shouted in happiness

“i will always love you jack!!”

“thank you trevor for everything man”

“aye no problem” trevor said with a smile

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y/n user: got engaged to my #1 ! 🤗🤍

trevorzegras: happy to help you guys with this! 😊

jackhughes: she my number 1 😍

_quinnhughes: Yall didn’t even invite me to this 🙄

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[jackhughes: chill quinn we’ll invite you to the wedding 😐

[_quinnhughes: Yeah y’all better

[delusinaldreamer19]

✨Intro post✨

Hello! Welcome to my blog. Here’s a little about me,

General stuff:

Cis fem irl, but online I prefer they/them because I don’t really want to attach a gender to myself & would like to be viewed more neutrally. But don’t be surprised if I say things like “I’m just a girl!”

I’m an adult, but still on the younger side. The same as pronouns, I don’t really want to attach much of an age identity to myself.

I sadly don’t have a fun quirky name for you to call me 😭. I’m incredibly tempted to say “just call me delusional!” because I think that’s hilarious. But I have a smidge 🤏to much self respect to do that lol.

About me:

I have ADHD, the not-fun, shitty, neurodivergent kind that makes everything hard.

I suck at spelling. Auto correct is my biggest opp.

I'm an equestrian 🐴

I yap like a mf

I am a maladaptive daydreamer. Meaning that I have extensive, sometimes (more often then not) compulsive, daydreams that are very vivid and can last for hours on end. That’s what my user name is referring to.

I've been so aggressively hyperfixated on Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji for the past 6 years it's not even funny.

That seems like a good place to transition onto the next segment…

What's on my blog?

A lot of my daydreams revolve around black butler, whether it's the characters interacting or story lines I've come up with. And I've discovered that writing them out helps me from becoming so enwrapped in them, sort of like getting it out of my system. CASE AND POINT I have a few fanfictions :)

Fanfic masterlist

Other then that,

I sometimes have funny thoughts

I sometimes like to make long analytical rants about things in black butler

Fanfic Recs

and yeah I think that's it 🤗

Things of note:

There may be some suggestive comments or jokes on my blog, but I don’t post smut. Same goes for fanfics. (That may be subject to change some day)

⚠️I do not ship Sebaciel ⚠️ I don’t like it, but I can’t stop you from liking or commenting or following (Oh yeah I look through all y’all’s blogs to see if u got Sebaciel on there), just don’t bring it into anything I post. ie, no tagging as Sebaciel or commenting sum in favor of it. BUT MOST OF ALL, if you ship sebaciel pls DNI with any of my fanfics. The thought of anything I write bring perceived through the lens of that ship makes me extremely uncomfortable. That is a boundary of mine, please respect it.

Also, please do not send me hate. Not because I’m a little bitch and can’t take it, but b/c I have weird paranoia and the one time I got sent anon hate from sebaciel shippers I convinced myself that these random ppl on the internet were going to find where I live and 🔫me 😃. So yeah, please don’t do that.

I occasionally make little vent/complaining post about random things. Feel free to disregard them. I often just need to get it out of my system and don’t have many outlets. And lord knows my mental health is in shambles. But they don’t include triggering topics, and if they do I’ll add warnings.

Shit this post is long asf my bad

[honeyandthunderstorms]

hi～just curious, will we have an update today？

Hi! I have stated in a previous post that I am on vacation until at least next Sunday and idk when I’ll be able to update. I am seeing family so I’ve been busy at catching up and the only time I have to myself is the mornings before I get ready and at night before I go to bed. My main focus right now is updating closer I get, can you resist? though (I tried to write in between talking to people and getting sunburnt lmao)

Hopefully I can update soon or at least on next Sunday, but again, no promises 🤗 keep a look out though because if I finish it, I can assure that I will update earlier than next Sunday since I’ve been making y’all wait haha :)

[livesincerely]

Hellooooo sorry-not-sorry for filling up your notes but. Take a Shot 👀👀👀

You understand I think

I’m sooooo excited (and nervous) to see what happens next!!! It is genuinely amazing (in a positive way) to me that you have spent so long working on this fic and that it’s still happening!!

I think your fics have also solidly gotten me back into javid again (it’s been a few years since I was actively reading and seeking javid stuff) so 🫡 gonna go re-read what’s written of Take a Shot again and then probably go read more of your work

Oh my god please do not be sorry! Each note was a spark of joy, so glad you’re enjoying my backlog of nonsense 🤗

Yes, take a shot is very much still happening!! Life after graduation has been kind of nuts, which I why updates have been much slower in the last year or so, but I’m still working on my fics when I have the time!

I’m making decent progress on the next chapter and I’m really excited for y’all to see it. It’s going to be another interlude, this time from Maggie’s pov, and will feature lots of drama and tension. Really hope you enjoy it!!!!