#ummmm I’m kinda bored :/

[lilnasxvevo]

I always assumed if I actually bothered to listen to Daft Punk that I’d like them, and I always assumed that Olivia Rodrigo does not actually make music that I’d like since she seems to be mostly famous for being famous, but I heard one song in a video on my dash today and went “God what is this dog shit song, these are the worst lyrics I’ve ever heard” and I checked the tags and it was Daft Punk, and then later I saw an FMV and I was like “omg what is this song, it’s awesome, I love the lyrics and I love the singer’s voice” and I looked it up and it was Olivia Rodrigo

SO???? I learned SOMETHING today, not sure what.

[becoming-less-than]

Soo like in the last two weeks or so since my last post Master has like made a few umm… new rules for me to like follow. Like the first is that I have to like only use words with six or less ummm sound shape things or less. Which is like kinda hard and totes takes a bunch of effort to like keep my words that small. The loss of ummm like bein able to like say umm the like exact right thing I wanted to is like totes vexing but Im like def gettin the hang of it. Ive gotten like better at ummm knowin that this is just the way girls like the ones I like aspire to become talk and type so Imma keep workin on it. Ive found I have gotten pretty good at ummmm… findin ways to make words fit and say what I wanted to. My second new 4ever rule is that I have to like use “like” and “umm” and other bimbo speak where I can to like make me sound dumber and stuff. And let me tell you it really does. I feel like I totes ummm babble like a ditz more cuz I have to like ummm talk around big words and ummm hard ideas to like get my points out. It’s like totes a… umm… trial(?😅) to get my ideas out and like on a page any more. If feel like such a dummy and like a total air head talkin this way but it seems to like make Master happy, and the ummm… shame(?😅) of being … ummm less this way is like totes hot and has me takin edge breaks like more often than I like ever woulda before. It’s perf and while I like totes feel shame it’s so fuckin hot.

Like beyond my new rules Master has like kept me edgin and only cumin when he like tells me to, to lock in a like new part of my training. Master is totes ummm… helpin me learn and like umm… intuit(?😅) the truth of the fact that I’m like his needy little bi cock slut now. While helpin to umm make sure I like keep umm… bcumin the dumb ditzy bimbo slut and cow pet I’m like meant to be. It’s like been hard bcuz of work and life but like I’m the stress there just makes me like crave this more and more. The like sweet sticky foggy feelin lasts a bit longer, I’m findin it like harder and harder not to like edge when I’m bored, I like find my self here on tumblr any time I have a spare second just to like find more inspo… I’m umm… gettin away from who I used to be two months ago and like totes can’t wait to see where things go from here! 🖤

Thank you Master for all you’ve done to help me become a bit more of the silly stupid bimbo slut and needy good girl and bi cock sleeve I so want to be! I hope this makes you happy and all the people readin it too! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

As always asks and DMs are welcum just follow the rules!

[hedghost]

Hedge’s Official Ranking of the 24/25 WSL Kits That Literally Nobody Asked For - Home Edition

please please tell me your thoughts in the reblogs or tags!!! i love hearing other people’s critiques. this is the one time the woso community can all come together and complain about the same thing!

1.Liverpool

potentially a controversial opinion but this is Nice As Hell! i know a lot of people said the collars are ugly but like idk it’s kinda giving if you ask me. it’s bold, it’s a statement. i love retro. this is just a good kit. it’s doing bits without doing too much. simple, tasteful, plus a little subtle pizzazz with those jaunty ass stripes - werk it ladies!

plus this kit is made from recycled plastic bottles, nice job! save those turtles liverpool!

apparently the pattern spells out ynwa, which i’m totally Not seeing (maybe i misunderstood this). i’m getting a Y, and then like an H in there maybe? and then i’m just lost, so not sure you hit the mark with that one, but love you for trying! it’s a cool pattern regardless, so i’d maybe just ditch the whole symbolism jargon and stick with that. overall nice job guys - 9/10

bonus points for that prematch shirt, love the detailing on it very sexy top marks

2. Arsenal

sorry arsenal fans, this shit is ugly as fuckkkkk - i’m not even being biased or trying to start fights (for once) it’s just like so hideous. i didn’t really like last season’s but compared to this that was a masterpiece. it’s so PLAIN! the weird red splodge is like not flattering at all and the blue? what’s that all about? also i fucking hate the back it looks like a used period pad, so hopefully the numbers fix that.

praying for your sakes you get a nice third kit or something bc this is ass.

also i’m a HATER for minimalist badge designs. this cannon logo makes the shirt look like a uniform for a museum volunteer. don’t get me wrong - arsenal is not the only culprit. what has a good old crest ever done to you? why do we hate maximalism? why do we hate fun? - 4/10

3. Manchester City

now this is fine. it’s just fine. it’s objectively nice, but it’s also objectively boring! as! fuck! the solid blue is clean but a little too flat. something looks off. it’s missing something. idk it’s nice ig, but it also seems identical to last season? if i saw these pics with no context i’d literally think it was from this year, but that’s the case with most top tier clubs it seems. have some fun guys! push the boat out! where’s the whimsy? but yeah anyway it’s alright.

at least they tried with the sleeves. allegedly they have the manchester dialling code 0161 on them but i mean - do they? do they really? because it looks like a bus seat to me. city fans decide for yourself i guess, because i for one won’t be getting close enough to a city shirt to look

it’s also made from recycled waste textiles so yay again! probably made from all the city shirts people threw out after they all but fucked the title 🤭 - 7/10

4. Tottenham Hotspur

wow spurs this is nice. it’s just so clean, so crisp. my normal issue with spurs kits is their absolute undying commitment to being plain as fuck. they picked one colour, white - arguably the most boring colour of all, arguably even the total absence of colour - and stuck to it. this however? it’s simplicity done well. it’s still plain and simple, but in a gorgeous sexy way. those navy retro colourblock sleeves? stunning! the crispest white you’ve ever seen? stunning! the tiniest of sleeve embellishments? stunning! simplicity done well. it’s just so crispy. pleases my eye.

also huge respect to them for not jumping of the band wagon with the whole ‘every shirt must have ugly details with symbolic meaning we grasped at straws to come up with in order to do something new and edgy’. spurs said no! they said ‘oh this? yeah this is a football shirt. what does it mean? it means football shirt.’ thanks spurs, good job - 9.5/10

5. Crystal Palace

ummmm. now. hmm. uhh. what? this is, um, what? give me a second to get my thoughts in order. i don’t know what is happening here and i’m at a loss for words.

right. crystal palace. inaugural season in the wsl. making a statement. making a splash. right. here’s the thing. i’m always saying wsl kits are too boring. i’m always saying we want fun patterns and whimsy. i’m looking at this in genuine confusion because i actually do not know what is going on here. do i like it? not sure? do i hate it? also not sure?

i think i kind of like it? but i also kind of hate it? it’s insanely busy, it’s probably the most garish kit i’ve ever seen in my life. i think part of the problem is that the club doesn’t have a great colour palette to work from. it’s very bright. i do love the pattern of the eagle crest in the blue, that’s a huge win from me. it’s just those spray paint red splatters that’s throwing me off. it looks like they spent ages making a lovely blue eagle pattern and then remembered they needed red in there so just used the funky spray tools on microsoft paint to draw over the top. it’s giving shit cgi blood splatter in a low budget zombie film. it’s like the barcelona shirts if they were designed by a gcse art student on an acid trip.

the more i’m looking at it however, i’m kind of loving it? kinda camp i guess. this one could be a grower. i’m still confused. at least they’ll make a splash in the wsl - 6/10

6. Manchester United

you’d think by now that i would have learnt to not get my hopes up with this club. remember the long long list of disappointments from yanited this season that i never shut up about? yeah, add this kit to that list.

listen it’s not awful. it’s not ugly, it’s not an eyesore. at the very least, it’s classic united. but it’s just so! bloody! dull! i’m literally falling asleep looking at it. it’s a t-shirt. its literally just a t-shirt. the problem is they set the bar too high last year, with that beautiful pattern and beautiful shade of red. and now, in proper united style, we’re straight back to mediocrity.

let’s talk details. oh wait, they aren’t ANY. there is nothing to say about this kit because there is nothing going ON with this kit. i like the white stripes. that’s it. theres the ombré red at the bottom, which is like- it’s okay. problem is - there’s like four too many shades of red on this shirt, and none of them are that nice. it needs a pattern or something! a pop! a little pizzazz! not a fan of the curved back panel, but it does look a whole lot better than arsenal’s at least.

this is absolutely nothing groundbreaking but it’s fine. it’s just so fucking plain. i know my girls will still serve in it, but i hoped for more. of course, in true united fashion: it’s the hope that kills you - 6/10

7. Chelsea

the tagline for this release is 'we burn blue', because 'the hottest part of the flame burns blue'. congrats on passing year seven chemistry guys. anyway, with that in mind, this kit is, naturally of course, patterned with a mystery blue LIQUID. im not seeing flames in any part of this kit. literally how is this meant to look like fire. this tagline is pure bollocks. it literally could not look more like water if it tried. aka, the opposite of fire.

the kit itself, i'm honestly struggling to form an opinion. i dont think i hate it, but i dont love it either. it may have been easier to figure out if i could actually SEE the kit in any of the release photos, instead of some stupid fucking slow motion blur effect. this pic makes mayra look like she's undergoing mitosis. poor girl's been through enough. it says a lot that in your official kit release you're actively preventing me from looking at the kit.

its not awful? i'm not a fan of these kind of realistic graphics on kits, just makes it look fake and cheap, but like, idk its kinda cool ig. the more i look the more i'm down with it. the colours are nice. its shiny. i'm glad we've gone for originality at least. patterns are fun. - 7.5/10

8. Brighton

i missed this release bc i saw the pictures and genuinely did not realise it was a different kit oops. i do feel bad for clubs who have committed to a striped kit because honestly there’s not really many ways you can play with that. but also that’s kind of their own fault. there’s really not much you can say about this. the sleeves are white this time… okay… there’s a faint pinstripe down each stripe… okayyy… yep that’s kind of it really.

it’s clean, it’s classic brighton, it’s a decent kit. there’s just genuinely nothing new about this. it’s fine. they just clearly couldn’t be bothered and i respect that. - 6/10

9. West Ham

okay we’re doing turtlenecks now apparently!! interesting choice!! i think it kinda looks fuckass silly but also i kind of like it actually. bit of fun innit. good stripes.

the rest of the kit is pretty mid. plainer than a toast sandwich. except for the sleeves! because this year, not only are they bringing in turtlenecks, west ham have decided to also bring in milkmaid sleeves! why is it like that? like is it just a weird bad fit or have they put a fucking elasticated band on? who’s idea was that? what is going on! also am i having a stroke or has the badge changed colour. because it looks fucking hideous. what did they do that for.

i do love the fact they did this shoot in a pub though. very funny. and the kit isn’t too bad. i like the stripes - 6/10

10. Leicester

this is the plainest most boring kit i have ever seen with my own two eyes. that is literally all i can say about this. boring. much like the city of leicester itself.

however - the women have a different kit sponsor to the men and i respect that so you can have one bonus point - 4/10

11. Everton

i’ll be totally honest - i wasn’t expecting everton to give me like the best kit of the bunch. this is the kit for me. i like this one a lot. castore may be mega shit quality but at least they don’t just copy paste all their kits.

i fucking love the pattern here. it’s subtle but it’s nice! and it’s different! we’re not doing any mad shit like chelsea, we’re not doing absolutely nothing at all like leicester. the perfect middle ground of the blue kits. the sponsor is hideous but i’m ignoring that. this is just lovely to look at. stylish, sleek. it’s giving high quality bus seats. this is no stagecoach, this is private hire only. i just love it. and then to top it all off, just the perfect amount of collar detailing. i would be a happy toffee if i was wearing this. gorgeous. loses half a point because the badge fell off during the game which is hysterical.- 9.5/10

12. Aston Villa

this is just the west ham kit if west ham were normal. it’s nothing to write home about, but i do like it. i like the block sleeves and the stripe colour. i like the subtle stripes down the side. i like the simplicity. i like the collar stripes. i even like the flat badge. also i’m assuming this is a betting sponsor which sucks but i do have to say that the sponsor looks great with this kit. it blends in, which is rare. this is a clean, classic kit, and i’m glad that at least one team could be normal. i don’t like that there’s pretty much nothing i can make fun of here. unfortunate for me, good for villa. good job - 8/10

note - all this was written as soon as each club released their kit, so some of my opinions have changed, and a lot have grown on me (looking at you united), but i’ve left the review untouched so you can get purely my honest first impression.

away, third and goalkeeper ratings are currently in progress so expect them once they've all been released! these posts literally never get any notes but i absolutely love doing them so i'm doing it anyway, but if you did wanna encourage me with some nice comments that wouldn't go amiss ;) xx

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

[Teen!Hilda is at the kitchen table complaining about a career survey paper from school while Johanna and Kaisa have tea.]

Teen!Hilda: I just don’t see how they expect us to know what we want to do for the rest of our lives, isn’t that the point of living? Besides I couldn’t see myself with a boring desk job or something, that’s no life for an adventurer.

Kaisa: You could become a mythologist.

Johanna & Hilda: A what?

Kaisa: Mythologists study and record myths and folklore and legends from all over the world and compile it into books for future generations to read and learn from the past.

Hilda: So I can still adventure and get paid to do it…legally?! I wouldn’t get in trouble?!

Kaisa: Yep. You’d have to write a few books and dissertations tho’.

Hilda: I can do that if it means freedom. It’d kinda be weird to see one of my books at your library though I’d imagine, huh?

Kaisa: Not at all. In fact I look forward to the day when a customer comes in and is all “excuse me but do you have a book on mythology” and I can say “Why yes, many but may I recommend this one. It was written by my step-daughter.” “Oh, that’s impressive, I bet your proud of her” “Yes, very proud to be blessed with the best step-daughter in the world”. Y’know, typical librarian things.

Hilda: That’s very sweet Kaisa but… please don’t say that was you proposing to mum in a roundabout way.

Kaisa after realizing what she’d said: What??! No, I mean, ummmm, uhhhhh ///////

Johanna: It’s okay dear, don’t worry. You can have another chance to properly propose at a better moment. That is if I don’t propose first *wink*

Kaisa heavily blushing: T-thank you……I love you.

Hilda getting up from her chair: Well I’m going to go see what I need to do to become a mythologist. So I’ll leave you two to make your proposal plans or whatever.

[Hilda dashes out leaving a blushing Johanna and Kaisa who can’t look at at each other from embarrassment]

[lqfiles]

i wanna start a smau of my own, any tips?

omgg i feel like i’m never the right person to ask this to because this is only my second time trying smaus 😭 i wish i had that old response somewhere saved but i’ll give you some stuff i remember i think are important for smaus and writing in general!!!

1. make sure you got a idea of what you’re trying to write!! plan out the basic stuff, e.g what genre/trope you want to focus on while writing [ e.g. pay the price is a neighbour trope with enemies to lovers while stg is a sports au with strangers to lovers] the characters you wanna use and their characteristics etc.

if you struggle with coming up with a full plot (which i do to) i recommend just writing down major events you want to happen in the story like “i want them to be stuck in a room tgt” “i want them to accidentally kiss” and work around that by adding some random stuff with it over time.

2. try to make it sound as natural as you can? i noticed that people (me) are more interested in smaus that don’t feel forced with its dialogue, like you don’t have to rush the plot, and if you are, just make sure it makes sense for them to move from one point to the other!!!

3. this is a personal preference but you don’t have to make it sound like a serious novel. its okay and definitely appreciated to be random and silly in your writing!!! no one on twitter is going to be always tweeting angsty are they? maybe it’s because i’m on stan twitter but i always like to give my characters some type of quirk that doesn’t make them too bland yk? it can be boring to read a story where your characters are all very bland and barely doing anything

4. WRITE AT YOUR OWN PACE!!!!! i feel like a lot of writers in general feel pressured to put stuff out in a deadline and as a result it sometimes ruins the quality of the writing 😭 i’d say write a few chapters before you even post the smau so you can try to write the rest while you let those chapters marinate. as a writer (both smau and normal) you should never feel obligated to post, its YOUR blog!!!

5. make sure you’re actually enjoying the writing. this kinda ties to the 3rd and 4th point but if you don’t enjoy what you’re coming up with it’s going to sound forced and ruin the quality of the work. you don’t want writing to feel like a chore 😭😭 i’ve seen a lot of people put their smaus on hold because sometimes, you just don’t have the creativity or even the motivation to continue writing. i know notes and engagement can do a lot to motivate someone, but you should firstly ask yourself if you even enjoy your writing if it didn’t get any engagement? whether you’re okay with writing it for yourself. if the answer is yes than you’re already doing great.

ummmm idk if you have any other questions i guess i could try to answer? this feels weird because i haven’t even been in the smau scene for a year compared to others but i still feel honoured that you asked it from me!!!

[deepsoulzinefreak]

Here’s a kobylu thing because I’m bored and need so kind of dopamine rush

Cobylu Au: Monkey D. Ace

A child’s fate hang in times hand

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!”

It was a warm spring midday, when a loud crash was here on the deck, smoke covered whatever it was. Some of the crew prepared for battle, as coughing could be heard. The smoke clearing around the ‘thing’ the crew were about to jump into action, there stood a kid?

“Okay…what the hell?” Nami said putting away her staff and walking up to the kid, but suddenly the kid threw a right hook, which she narrowly dodged, the force of which felt like the air itself was trying to knock her out, it’s fast yet familiar���? “Stay away!! you-you jerk!” The kid said with a look of panic in their eyes.

“…”

Seconds felt like hours as the kid realized who they had almost hit. “Auntie Nami???!????” The kid screamed, falling to the floor and scooting away from her. “I’m so so so so sorry!!” The kid starting to tear up, bowing down as soon as possible. A loud crash is heard as the force of the bow made their head accidentally make a small hole on the deck. “Oops…?” The kid said scooting back a little further.

Their notable pink hair striking against the white shirt and blue shorts they were wearing. “I didn’t know how far I skipped back or forward!” The kid lifting up their head revealing big hazel-brownish eyes and teal ascot around his neck. The kid had major baby face so it was kinda hard to pin point their age. ‘Pink hair…?’ Luffy thought. “Wait…Auntie?!” Nami said in a slightly shrill voice.

Another look of realization hits their face as they stand back up. Looking puzzled, they started to circle Luffy. It took a few moments before the kid piped up again. “Wait…what do you think about papa?” The kid asks with suspicion in their eye. The hell do they mean ‘papa’ Nami thought. Robin looking on with amusement clear as day on her face. “…How should I know???” Nami yelled, confused at the kid’s words. she doesn’t even know the kid, why would she know or care? With a smirk the kid flipped into the air, landing on a standing barrel. Stumbling slightly before gain back their balance.

“I am Monkey D. Ace and I’m gonna be the best marine in the whole world!!!” The kid screamed at the top of their lungs. “And one day I’m gonna surpass my dad, the king of the pirates, Monkey D. Luffy!!” The kid then jumped down and sniffs the air. getting a look only one family is known for. ‘Oh my it really is Luffy’s’ Robin thought, containing a giggle that was surfacing.

“…”

The crew just staring at them. ‘There’s no way in hell that Luffy know how to even make a kid’ most of the crew thought. “…So…y’got any grub? I’m hungry as heck!” Ace said with a smile wider than a bus. ’Oh my god that’s definitely Luffy’s’ Franky thought. He was about to ask a question to the kid but-

“Huhhhhhh?????????” Luffy said with a shout, whipping right by the kid. “I’m your WHAT?????” The kid shuffling back a few steps. He opens with a sigh.

“Wow, I knew you were dumb back then but I didn’t know you were this dumb”

“That doesn’t answer my question kid?!”

“You’re my dad…does that answer it?”

“Ummmm, but I don’t have a kid???”

“You do in the future”

“Oh…ok then”

Huhhhhhh??????

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OK THEN’ YOU ROCKS FOR BRAIN???!!!??” Nami said with anger in her eyes, hitting Luffy over the head. The ki-no Ace hit the deck and sought cover from Nami’s fury. Trying to sneak away Ace crawls right into Zoro’s shoes, finding a sword in their face. Ace pinching their nose ‘Oh right I forgot that uncle really didn’t like taking baths back in the day’

“Woah there uncle Zoro, you need to chill” Ace said nervously. “Uncle? Kid I don’t even know who you are” Zoro said an unreadable look in his eyes. “Wow…ok then…your not gonna be my favorite uncle anymore! How’s that!”

Ace standing up through not even coming up to zoro’s waist they sucker punching him where the sun don’t shine. Zoro falling over, Ace making a run for the kitchen. “Chi chi chi chi~ that what you get for underestimating me!” They said sticking their tongue out.

“That littl-“ just then sanji kicked the kitchen door open “Nami-swan~, Robin-chan~ I have new drinks I’d love for you to try~!!” He said in a loverboy daze. “Too slow auntie sanji!!” Ace dart straight for the fridge, opening heaven itself, but before they could start raiding the fridge—

BONK!!

“Ace…since you have these new powers we should really need some kind of code so you know when you are..”

��Don’t worry about it papa! I’m tough and smart enough to know what to do!”

“I know sweetheart but I feel better just in case, please for me?”

“Hmmmm…fine…”

The pink hair man whisper as Ace laugh. His smile is making the kid think that putting up with his paranoia worth it. A door slams as the dark haired man comes in with a few desserts already half-eaten. Ace would kill to have this last forever.

Coming back to their senses, Ace strains against the rope the were now tie up with. “So the little shits awake” said the voice who they recognized as zoro’s voice. They slowly opened their eyes seeing all of the strawhats looking down on them. A tear slips by without his consent. ‘Man I missed them already…it hasn’t even been that long’ Ace thinks then chastising themself for it. ‘How can I get out of this mess…’

‘Well shit…I guess I have to use plan 5d’ Ace thought, biting their lips, they sniffle “WAAAHHHHHHH!!! I WANT MY DADDY!!!” The (totally) fake tears falling down their face. “I DON’T KNOW YOU PEOPLE!!!!!! WAHHH!!!! HELP ME ANYONE!!!!!!” Usopp just tsked. He facepalms and gets on the kid’s level. His stare is stern yet kind, it reminds Ace of their papa.

“Give it up kid, that won’t work on us, so might as well give up” and not second later Ace stoped crying and just stared at Usopp. “You were always too good at seeing through my fake crying uncle Usopp” Ace said pouting. ‘And definitely only that and not the fact that uncle was always super kind and awesome’ Ace thinks to themself.

“Ok Usopp do your liar magic” Nami said with a sigh. She already too tired for this, one day where everything was gonna to be peaceful and pleasant. She even got Luffy to calm down for the day with meat, begging, and promises that she wasn’t planning on keeping. Usopp cleared his throat.

“Ok kid tell us your name”

“Ugh! You guys really don’t listen, huh??!! My names Monkey D. Ace! The future best marine in the world!!”

“Hmm, Ok how old are you Ace?”

“I’m seven but don’t underestimate me or else!!”

“…Who is your dad Ace?”

“Ughhhhhhh, I told you guys! It’s Luffy”

“Ok, last question…how are you here?”

“I ate the time time fruit and accidentally shot too far in the past…I just wanted to eat breakfast again”

“Okay…well if you need me I’ll be laying down” Usopp said in a weird daze trying to get to the barracks. ”Oh no you don’t! Where do you think your going?” Sanji said.

“Tell the kid to stop lying!!” He was clearly annoyed. “I can’t cause they aren’t lying” Usopp stated, looking in the middle of a internal conflict. “You guys think I would lie about this!?” There’s no way in hell!!” Ace was offended by the statement.

“Well…I knew that uncle Usopp was the smartest out of all of you but still…” Ace said even more annoyed than sanji. Robin giggled at the statement. “Oh are we now? Please enlighten us on what we don’t know little one”

They smiled wide with a hardy laugh to follow “Wow dad was right about you uncle robin…you’re so strange!” Ace smiles wider as the crew heard a snap of the rope.

“This is why papa says that all of the strawhats were weird! Chi chi chi chi~” the kid still sitting down on the floor. “You guys tied up a random kid because they were ‘suspicious’” Ace barley keeping their laughter under raps.

“Oi! How dare you call this beautiful lady weird! I punt you space you little devil!!” Sanji said his annoyance turning to anger. “Calm down auntie Sanji don’t worry about them…honestly I thought you’d be more insulted that I called uncle zoro over weird~” Ace trying to see how much they could push.

“…Why would care?????” Sanji questioned. “Cuz auntie you and him are marrie-oh shoot I shouldn’t have said that…forget about all of that will you?” Ace internally facepalming themselves. “Oh that’s Luffy’s alright..” Nami finally saying with a sigh.

Meanwhile, both Sanji and Zoro are in shock as still as a stone. Ace stands up and walks over to Nami. “Auntie Nami can I please have some food? I’m so so super hungry!!” And Just like that, a sleeping Luffy has awaken from his little nap.

“Food?! I’m super hungry!!”

“You and me both dad!”

“Sanji!! Cook us something quick!!”

“Ya auntie!!”

“…”

“…fine”

Sanji just sighed getting up and heading to the kitchen but stopping and turned with a serious look on his face starring in to Ace’s eyes. “If you really are from the future, tell me this and tell it loud…” he pauses to take a drag from his cigarette. “So….who is it?” Ace stares blankly.

“Who is what?” Taking another drag he yells. “WHO IS THE LOVELY LADY THAT THIS LUCKY BASTARD GETS WITH!!” Pointing to Luffy how was currently trying to drag Sanji in to the kitchen so he could start cooking.

“I d-don’t know…?” Ace said looking away and puffing out their cheeks. ‘Oh my god it really is Luffy’s kid…’ Everyone internally facepalming as the thought enters their minds like a car crashing into a signpost. “Ugh ‘I don’t know’ my ass kid!!” Sanji firm in place, looking like he was about to explode.

“I can’t tell or it might hurt the future!!!” Ace said smiling, looking on the verge of laughter. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HURT THE FUTURE YOU LITTLE SHIT?!” Sanji’s eyes flamed with rage.

[hello-eeveev]

tagged by @quinn-of-aebradore (and I was tagged in a very similar thing by @spottedenchants a bit ago but didn’t get around to it before this, so I hope you don’t mind me combining them!) thank you :D

Last song I listened to: “Sometime We’ll Understand” from the Lamb of God Easter oratorio by Rob Gardner. With the season and driving by a bunch of churches with Easter signs, I got real nostalgic for Easter music because there are so many great pieces. And Lamb of God holds a lot of memories for me because my dad was the lead cellist for the local production for several years, and I even got to take part one year. And it is just soooo musically tasty and I was just filled with energy listening to it yesterday. The CHOIR, the SOLOISTS, the SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA!!! If you remember me expressing my love for French horns a few weeks ago, Lamb of God played no small part in establishing this opinion. If you don’t mind Christian hymns, I highly recommend checking it out, and all of Rob Gardner’s work because he is truly one of the goats.

Last book I read: I’ve kinda started and stopped a few books recently, not for any particular reason just… idk. So instead I’m gonna plug a fic I’ve been keeping up with that published its final chapter last night: Judgement & Justice! It is such a fascinating and engaging work that explores the details of legally condemning Ikithon, the ways that the law can fail anyone, how even doing something you believe is right can be incredibly traumatizing. As one of the tags says, “the mundane horrors of the criminal justice system”. So good. I highly recommend.

Last film I watched: ummmm, yesterday I saw like 30 minutes of Wish after the school field trip bc the teacher was so kind and said, “nope. interpreters are out of commission. we’re watching a movie.” The music didn’t appeal to me too much, which sucks bc I LOVE Ariana DeBose’s voice. But I will say that the special effect art was sick and some of the character designs are cute!

Last TV series: uhhhh idk I watch a lot of YouTube. Drawfee, Zelda randomizers, that kinda stuff. and critrole obv lol :)

Last thing I googled: “peafowl”. I love birds and will infodump about them and I wanted to show my coworker how different peahens are to peacocks, and most people have no idea they’re called anything but peacocks.

Last thing I ate: ritz crackers and nutella. It’s a combination I wouldn’t have put together of my own accord, but in eighth grade, my friend brought some into history class and convinced me to try it and I’ve been sold ever since.

Sweet, savory, or spicy: Yes. However, savory and spicy go well together, but sweet doesn’t go with either. I have a massive sweet tooth and my mom raised me to have high standards for desserts, so when I have sweets, I want them to be to my taste. I like spicy food and I have a decent spice tolerance. It used to be higher but either adulthood or my anxiety meds reduced it rip :’(

Amount of sleep: ummmm about 6 hours? I should probably be getting more, but unfortunately sleep is boring.

Currently reading: The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner. I’m about halfway through, and it’s pretty enjoyable, but I hear it’s got a good twist later on so I’m excited.

currently obsessed with: you know it’s shadowgast lol. but more specifically I’m still in my How to Rest brainrot. I have a break next week, so I want to get the chapter 6 director’s commentary done and start working on the coda fic bc hnnngggghgg soft wizards.

I’m also obsessed with my cat. She’s turning 6 on Sunday and she’s been so snuggly lately! Look at her!!!

I always feel so awkward about tagging bc I never know who’s already been tagged, so if you want to do this, you are fully allowed to say that I tagged you 💕

[naiya-holofans-deadbeat]

Ok let’s do it cause I’m bored

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

Calliope Mori pic that akinator gave me X)

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

CHOCOLATE

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

Umm yes it’s on my blog

🎵 Last song you listened to?

Kobo Kanaeru sings yoruni kakeru (夜に駆ける)

✏️ Have you ever written a fanfiction?

Yes I do: @vtuber-multi-universe-hololive

😏 Are you on discord?

yes but I forgot my ID

💛 Do you have any piercings?

What does that mean sorry

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

Ummmm 🤨 I have no idea

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

Choco cookie for sure

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

Dog

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

earbuds

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

Forgot

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

no

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

um I think I am kinda an night owl

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

Bed

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

Ummmm excuse me what(don’t know what it means)

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

Vtubers,Undertale,Deadbeats

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

Both

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

I don’t go to Starbucks

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

no

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

Uhhhhh

☕ Coffee or tea?

tea

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

Idk

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

like three or four months

🌴 Desert island item?

???

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

comic ppl no.1

🔮 What’s your dream job?

Vtuber

💙 Relationship status?

single

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

I have no idea except for smth that is a lil… “sexy”? How do I describe this

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

Yes, most of Hololive songs that I like I know all the lyrics (any languages)

🤎 What color is your hair?

Black

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

nope

💄 Do you wear makeup?

No I’m too young

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

“your English is very good”

💞 @ your favorite blog.

@sweetlemonb

I actually have much but if the most …

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

��� What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[eddieydewr]

I'm not trying to be a negative nancy but i do genuinely worry that the noah hate train won't calm down by the time s5 comes out. I just worry about noah and his family as well as the s5 experience for us fans (i hope that doesn't sound selfish). I want this to be enjoyable for EVERYONE but with ppl being so hateful it's hard, especially for noah, i mean no wonder he purged his socials. Just by looking at the comments on kalemyname's post, it gives a clear vision of how ppl just want to be hateful and act like sheep. Now don't get me wrong there were some things noah did that kinda make me raise an eyebrow at first and things i still dont quite understand, but this situation is complex and i personally feel it's pretty clear noah isn't who the internet is trying to make him out to be.

Of course, ppl are talking bad about other cast members now for being friends with noah or not speaking up about the topic (as if they will unfriend someone they have PERSONALLY known for 10 years just because randoms on the internet can't get a grip) meanwhile others act like other cast members can't do any wrong like you said in another post (no hate to the other cast members at all). I just worry about everything this will affect (maybe im getting ahead of myself but yeah). It's good to see more positive comments and it's an unfortunate fact that ppl will hate no matter what (like how ppl have recently hated on Millie for her accent, or back then bc she was a talkative kid who said "cringy" things) but i still worry. I hope this ask doesn't stress you out or anything i just needed to get this out i suppose. And I apologize if you've got 50 asks like this before.

if season 5 is released in october or november next year and the hate train continues then i’m sorry but those people need professional help. i doubt the i/p war is going to last that long. people on both sides are running out of money and patience. and there’s an election in the US later this year. pro palis will get bored eventually, they’ll move on after the war ends as they always do every time there’s a conflict between israel and palestine. so the noise around noah will die down, it has to. it’s only logical. people can’t hold on to this performative anger for… what, 3 years?

will noah haters continue to exist? yes, just like before every time he did a ���controversy” and they’ll be like ummmm did y’all forget the time he said this and did that whenever there’s a pop crave tweet about him ��� but when the cast like millie and finn are consistent with mentioning noah, if noah comes back to social media to promote ST, when we get to see teasers and trailers and we’re all excited about new content and will byers!!! the stupidity will die down, save a few genuine haters with nothing better to do.

also, the kalemyname drama makes no sense because there’s a video with noah on feb 21 and most of the comments were nice but the latest one, peoole were foaming at the mouth?? i just don’t get it. but we can say the hate train isn’t exactly linear.

i do get similar asks like this but it’s ok! let it out <3 look at my prev ask and see what noah’s mum said: he’s ok, just taking a break from social media but is happy to be back on set :) also it’s not selfish wanting to enjoy the experience without pro palis screaming to boycott the show. people in real life don’t behave like this. but if, god forbid, people are still insane then i’d mute words and block accounts? idk. curate your internet experience! 💚

[coffeeflavored-tears]

ivy tarro:)

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

ummmm for upset and trying not to cry i go blank in the face and then start blinking and tearing up when it gets too much. uhhh annoyed i kinda just. get meaner. like usually i’m mean as a joke(and i make sure people know i’m joking cuz i’m not an asshole and if they ask me to stop i stop) but when i’m annoyed i start snapping at people more, especially when i’m over or understimulated. when i’m like. giddy i usually hold my hands together like really tight like to stop them from moving

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

okay so first i’d tell them about how shit work is cuz it’s getting on my fucking nerves at this point, and then probably about school stuff??? oh god nothing is really going on in my life. maybe i’m boring.

[rodricksfilipinagf]

Rodrick Comforts You

I can’t wait to get out of here. Rodrick made me wait inside his house for the longest time while he was practicing with his band- because apparently, he couldn’t cut it short or reschedule or end at a normal time.

Eventually he emerged from the garage and said, “I’m surprised you’re still here. “

“Yeah, of course I’m still here- we didn’t even fucking do anything yet.”

He has the nerve to grin at me. “Did you hear my drum solo?”

 … “What?”

 He looks kinda nervous. “My drum solo…did you hear it from here?”

 “I could hear everything from here. My ears are still ringing.”

  “It’s like that at our gigs, you know,” he says, a hint of pride in his voice.

  “People actually come to hear you play? I’m shocked.”

 He looks a little hurt by this. Awwwww. He’s been trying to impress me with his music lowkey the entire time and now I hurt his feelings. I just meant that our town has basic taste in music and his band is anything but.

 “Yeah,” he replies, glaring at me. “They have taste, unlike you.”

  I feel really guilty now. I didn’t mean to really hurt him. “Rodrick, that’s not what I-“

 “Can we get this stupid project over with so you can leave?” My heart sinks. Rodrick doesn’t want me here either. Though it’s completely understandable why.

 “Fine. What were you thinking?” The sooner we can start, the sooner I can get out.

 “Fuck if I know, I have no idea what’s going on in that class.” This is infuriating but not surprising. 

 “Have you even read the book?” I ask.

 He snorts. “Why would I? It’s so boring and SparkNotes tells you everything.” 

 I figured I was going to have to do the bulk of this. “I came up with something if-“

 He cuts me off abruptly. “Then we’ll do that. I really don’t care.”

  “You know I don’t love this?” It’s a headache to me too- as much as it is for him. The difference between us is I actually put in effort.

He rolls his eyes. “Shocker.”

 “It’s a pain in the ass to read, but my grade’s important to me.” I wouldn’t slog through this mind-numbing text unless it wasn’t completely necessary.

“Mine isn’t. Rock stars don’t need to be good at school.”

“Look, I don’t care what you do with your life but my grade won’t be dragged down because of you.”

“So keep it up. You seem to know what you’re doing- just don’t expect me to care.” He’s so lacksidasical it makes me want to punch him in the face.

 “You really are selfish you know that?” I erupt.

He frowns. “Look, why do you even want me to help? I’m shitty at this stuff.”

“How do you know, you don’t try.”

 “Because I’m shitty at it.” He looks annoyed. “I know what I’m good at. Drums, songwriting, this isn’t it.

That song I was so annoyed by minutes earlier....“You wrote that?”

 He suddenly looks guarded. “Yeah. What, are you going to tell me you hate it too?”

“No. It wasn’t bad.” I don’t want to hurt Rodrick further. The song clearly means a lot to him. “You’re really good at it.”

 His gaze softens. He eventually says, “You should put selfishness as a theme. I’ll get us some quotes from SparkNotes and you tell me if they work.”

 “Okay. Sure.” Rodrick is actually being helpful. I didn’t know he had it in him. “Is this what you usually do?”

  “It would be if I cared. Caring takes effort-“ He gestures to the garage. “Like you heard earlier.

  “I like your sound.” If I could ignore that it was the background music to Rodrick making me wait for so long, they actually sounded really good.  “I just meant earlier that this town is really picky when it comes to music.”

 He smiles almost flirtatiously at me. “We have a good amount of fans.” This is so typical of Rodrick. At school, he flirts with every girl that seems even remotely interested.

  My heart starts to race. “Ummmm.” God damn it why’s it doing that? Why’s my face turning red? Why am I finding it hard to look at him? I shouldn’t like him. Flirting is just in his nature.

 He rests a hand over mine. “I’ll give you a free t-shirt if you do most of this.”

 “That’s tempting. And almost worth it.”

 “What do you mean, almost? You know most people don’t get to hear us rehearse. You’re lucky,” he says, pinning me with his eyes that are looking dreamier by the second. If he were my boyfriend- I stop myself. That’s not why I’m here. I like someone already who has concrete plans for his future and wouldn’t even think to leave all the work to me. Who cares about learning stuff, unlike Rodrick. Rodrick may be cute but from what I’ve seen not really willing to expand his worldview. And I want to grow, and I don’t want to be held back by anyone.

  “We’re almost done for today. I should get home soon.”

  “I could give you a ride,” Rodrick offers. That’s really nice. He really has thawed to me. I can survive a ride home where Rodrick tries to flirt with me, I think. I find myself longing for home, where I can analyze these confusing feelings and what they mean, when his beautiful eyes aren’t trained on me and he’s not making things a million times more complicated.

   “Yeah, that sounds…” An alert shows up in my phone. All of my so-called friends are hanging out without me when they said they had to study too. That’s why I chose to work with Rodrick today. Worse, my crush and his friends are with them and one of my friends keeps flirting with him even though she knows I like him.

I felt iffy about these girls for a few weeks, but this confirms it. They don’t care about me. “Do you have a bathroom?” I ask, getting up rapidly.

“Yeah, right next to the stairs,” he says.

I cry when I’m in there. I’m pretty sure he’s listening because I can hear him breathing just outside. I hear a knock at the door. “Hey, is everything okay? I’m here to talk, or listen, or just sit with you if you want- no pressure- if you want to come out- just letting you know.” He sounds kinda awkward, like he’s not used to crying girls but is being really sweet nonetheless. I open the door.

He looks really guilty. “Did I say something to make you…” 

Oh my God Rodrick is such a sweetheart to even be saying that after I was so bitchy. “No. My friends are assholes and never really cared about me and I kinda knew for a while but know it for sure today.” A fresh round of tears well up.  “I’m sorry-“

Rodrick pulls me to him and holds me against his chest. He’s a surprisingly good hugger. “It’s okay. Look, you don’t deserve that. Do you want to go up to my room and listen to music? It’s what I do when I have a shitty day and it looks like you need it.” He takes my hand and holds it all the way up to his room.

“My brother hates the way my room smells but it keeps him out – most of the time.” He looks embarrassed. “I’m sorry- If I knew I was having a girl over I would’ve-“

I choke out something between “It’s fine” and “I don’t care.”

He sprays around us with air freshener that smells like cinnamon. “That’s the best I can do for now.”

“It’s okay- that’s actually one of my favorite smells.”

“No shit.”

“I always look for some version of it.”

Rodrick has a really beautiful smile, which is what I see now. I really like seeing him happy. He’s really cute. And he’s so sweet, going through all of this effort to make me comfortable. He really is a great guy. He puts on a mellower playlist of songs similar to what he was playing downstairs. I just full-on sob right next to him and he’s totally understanding, gripping my hand or holding me close to him. Rodrick has such a giving heart and is so sensitive. WHY DID I THINK HE WOULDN’T BE A GOOD BOYFRIEND? He’s doing a hell of a good job and we’re not even together.

Things are still kinda complicated, but not the same way they were before. Not in the liking two people at the same time sense, but in the sense that I’m starting to slowly develop strong feelings for him because he’s being better than I ever imagined he’d be. But what if he’s just being nice because it’s rude to turn away a crying girl who broke down in your bathroom? That’d be a dick move even for him. And he’s not the complete asshole I thought he was.

“You can stay for dinner if you want.”

“I want to.” While I say this I inhale the smell of his shirt inadvertently and he smells so good. How??? We just had a full day of school, plus he had that obscenely long band rehearsal. Why do I think he smells good? Did he put something on when I was in the bathroom somehow? Or maybe I just like him.

“Okay. That’s perfect,” he says. “You know you’re the first person I’ve had stay over in like a year.”

“Really?” I would have thought Rodrick had people over all the time.

“Usually I go to theirs- they know my family’s crazy.”

I’m willing to sit through whatever craziness if it means spending time with Rodrick Heffley- he’s been more thoughtful than all my last crushes combined. And he seems to like having me around. But I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t want him to feel like he HAS to have me over for dinner. “Rodrick I’m feeling a little better- you can drive me home if it bothers you that much.”

“It doesn’t. I don’t want to leave you alone when you’re sad. My mom will probably ask if we’re dating since I never have girls over, and it’ll be awkward but it won’t be that bad.”

I would like to date him.

He shows me a song he’s writing for Loded Diper- I could only focus on half of what it’s about because I’m thinking about how sexy his lips are and how I really want to know what they feel like on mine.  

“Have you ever written a love song before?” I ask.

“No,” he says. “Why. Do you think I should?” His pretty eyes sparkle. Only Rodrick would shamelessly flirt with someone that was crying all over him two minutes ago.

“I think you should …consider it.” I blush.

He takes my hand and squeezes it. “At least let me take you on a date first.”

“What, what?” Oh, he figured out I was talking about us right away. Rodrick is a lot smarter than I gave him credit for.

“I need inspiration when I write songs you know.”

I laugh nervously.

“Let me take you out. I really like you.”

“I’d love to go out with you. You’re like everything I didn’t know I needed, Rodrick.” I think he senses me staring at his lips again because he leans closer to me and Rodrick’s pillowy-soft lips touch mine.

[mypoisonedvine]

Hii lovvee , Just read that amazing headcanon-where laurie hired private investigator to prove andy is cheating!!!!!girl that was amazing, fantastic and the way you write🙀🙀and then the smut😈😘ummmm Can you please write part 2 of that like in continuation & where like reader is kinda obsessed with him and ready to do whatever he want kinda thing????🥺🥺🥺

ah glad you enjoyed, here's a little more for you!! for those who haven't, read part 1 here

you were so swamped with work that it took you a few rings to answer the phone on your desk. when you finally did, you held the receiver between your shoulder and ear as you continued to shuffle papers, hastily reciting your rehearsed greeting with your name and the name of the private investigator company and a little unenthused question about how you could help them today.

"have you watched it yet?"

you tensed up, recognizing andy's voice on the other end. "what do you want?"

"I want you to answer the question."

"no," you lied, shuddering at the memory of how you stayed up all night and watched the footage of you coming on your hands and knees in his back seat. you'd rubbed yourself raw trying to chase an orgasm even half as good as the one he'd given you, but you knew from the beginning that your fingers weren't gonna cut it anymore, or your toys, or anybody else's touch. you needed him.

"afraid you'll like it?"

"not exactly," you frowned.

"it's a shame, I bet it would do pretty well online. 'desperate slut gets on her knees in the backseat and comes hard for fat cock.'"

you grimaced at the crude title he'd given it. "more like 'desperate married man harasses p.i. who exposed his affair'"

"not a very good title for a porn video."

"yeah, but a great title for a police report."

"really? so now it's a crime for me to call you, after I've already had sex with you?"

"it is when you won't leave me alone."

"I'll leave you alone, if that's what you want me to do."

you swallowed dryly, furrowing your brow. "of course it is...?"

"if you say so. but if it isn't, you know where to find me."

the line went dead as you glanced to the clock, wondering how long you'd have to wait until he went back to the bar you'd met him at before.

you didn't dress up this time, just wore what you'd had on at work all day, hoping he wouldn't say something cruel about the more practical look. thankfully, he didn't; in fact you weren't even sure he noticed what you were wearing before he all but tore it off of you, never breaking his lips from yours as he pulled you into an empty stall in the bathroom of the bar.

"fuck," you winced as he shoved you back against the wall, and he smiled as he bit down on your lip just hard enough to make you yelp quietly.

"turn around."

your pants and underwear were pulled down your ankles before your face had even pressed against the cold tile wall, your skin breaking out into goosebumps from both the cold and the feeling of being exposed.

"fuck, so wet already," he chuckled, slapping your ass and making you whine. "god, such a fucking slut, you want me to fuck you in the men's restroom of the bar, I've prosecuted hookers with higher standards."

"just shut up and put your cock in me," you groaned, tired of the shame game and wishing he'd just get it over with.

instead he slipped his cock between your thighs, sliding back and forth over your sensitive lips, spreading the slick over his shaft and your quivering thighs.

you sighed and shivered, amazed at how seemingly minor of a stimulation could make pleasure tingle up your spine and force your back to arch.

"like my cock rubbing against that needy little pussy?" he asked lowly, deep voice vibrating in your ear as his hot breath warmed the back of your neck. "you want me to put it in, don't you?"

you nodded and bit down on your lip, trying to move your hips just right so he'd slip inside, but he grabbed them and held them still.

"well you'll just have to wait, sweetheart."

he kept moving against you like that until you were a moaning, desperate mess, teetering on the edge as your walls begged for attention by flexing around nothing.

"please, andy, please fuck me... I need your cock inside me, don't make me wait anymore..."

he just chuckled and moved a little faster, brushing over your throbbing clit until your knees threatened to buckle.

"clench those thighs a little tighter baby," he instructed, moaning when you did it and thrusting a bit faster. "fuck, I bet I could come just from this, come all over your pretty thighs."

"n-no, andy please, please fuck me!"

"really, baby?" he pouted, kissing the back of your neck slowly while you sobbing and quivered beneath him. "cause I thought you were having so much fun ignoring me and dodging my calls and pretending you don't want me anymore."

"no-- god, andy, I want you so bad. I'm sorry. just please fuck me, I'm yours, I'm yours--"

you almost screamed when he suddenly pushed into you... all that anticipation and he still stretched you wide enough that it stung. but you liked it, you liked the way he moaned lowly against your ear and held your hips with a little more force; enough to bruise.

"fuck, still so tight," he groaned, "can't wait to stretch you out, pretty baby."

when he wrapped his hand around your neck, you realized he hadn't taken his ring off this time. you moaned at the feeling of the cool metal on your skin before the sound was lost to his tightening grip on your throat.

"I know you're already so close, go ahead and come for me, you can breathe again when I think you've earned it."

you were starting to lose touch with all sensation that wasn't coming from him; suddenly you couldn't hear the muffled radio playing from the bar, the ambient hum of air conditioning and flourescent lights. you could only hear his breathing in your ear, those deep grunts that punched from his lungs each time he buried his cock in you entirely.

you were sure if it was the fucking or the choking that made you see stars, but the coming certainly didn't help. you gasped for air uselessly as your walls tightened and pulsed harder than you knew was possible, your legs giving out such that it was only his weight boring into you that held you up against the wall.

"that's it," he cooed, "soak my fuckin cock."

when he released your throat suddenly, you made the most humiliating noise that laid somewhere between a gasp and a cry and a whimper, feeling as if time had slowed down for a few minutes only to jump back up to its normal speed and leaving you reeling.

"good job, princess, you made a nice big mess all over me," he hissed through his teeth, his tone making you unsure if it was a compliment or a scolding. "go on and give me one more before I fill this little pussy up."

"a-andy, I can't," you protested.

"yes you can, honey," he encouraged, "see? I'll show you."

he reached around your body to rub two thick fingers in circles over your swollen clit, making your overstimulated body jolt and jerk wildly.

"fuck!" you cried, trying uselessly to push his hand away. "s'too much, can't take it..."

"you take whatever I give you, sweetheart, and you take it with a grateful fuckin attitude," he growled threateningly. "now come for me again, and say my name when you do."

it was all washing over you before you could stop it, sending your mind and body into overdrive as a sharp, nearly painful pleasure burned in your core. you were pretty much incoherent at this point, but still managed to sob his name as you reached your peak, his cock slamming right into the most delicate spots inside you over and over.

"fuck, good girl," he praised. "want me to come inside you, sweetheart? mark this pretty cunt of yours?"

"please," you sobbed, "yours, andy, it's all yours."

"that's right," he sighed as you felt his cock start to flex against your channel, "all mine."

you sobbed weakly as he pumped you full of his come, one thick stripe at a time until you felt like there wouldn't be any room left inside you. and it seemed to be true when he pulled out after catching his breath and a steam of hot, sticky come ran down your thigh.

"see you soon," he whispered as he finished buckling his belt and unlocked the stall door, taking one last glance at you looking completely and entirely wrecked, before slipping away and leaving you alone again.

[dayabot]

thanks for the tag bby @urmomsfavelesbian i love to be tagged in things :^) seee it’s less about me wanting to remain sexy and mysterious as it is simply me being horribly terribly boring outside of being insane about a certain person i won’t name but anyway let me just ,

relationship status: i’ve been with my gf (not daya) for like three years it’s pretty cool i’m kinda in love with her for real i guess

favorite color: green probably my wardrobe is about 80% green apparel

favorite food: i don’t really have one? i’m not really a food person see i’m more into beverages i love a little drink i consume like. unholy amounts of coffee so i think coffee is my favorite food coffee can be a food i’ve decided

song stuck in your head: there’s always at least 5 songs rotating in my brain right now one of them is twice by charli xcx, very virgo moment of a song i’ve listened to it far too many times

last thing i googled: ummmm it was “obey synonyms” for absolutely no daya related reason god can i go one post without mentioning her i hate her so bad but anyway before that it was “deactivate neural transmitters” and i can’t remember why i looked that up but okay work i guess

time: 1:50pm

dream trip: i had an evil daya related answer here because i fear she never leaves my mind but prev i totally want to go to iceland too, specifically the island in iceland that was gifted to bjork. this one right here, i’d move there and never leave

i’m tagging @fluito @boscobetty who has already been tagged but i’m doing it again just because// also @jemikatses @thereisbosco @that-art-hoe​ and all my other mutuals who i’m too scared to tag yes tht means you reading this right now. do it

[the-fiction-witch]

Don’t Distract The Driver

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER RATING: SMUT

I smiled as I turned on my heel at the bottom of my staircase swinging my weight and my little white suitcase around the last banister rail  feeling my petticoats swish as I spin, I put my suitcase by the door going to the kitchen with a skip and a jump over my little rug getting my large travel mug filling it to the tip top with hot coffee. I shut off the last few bits and bobs I had on around the house, when I heard the familiar little engine, I grabbed my handbag and set my white sunglasses on my head next to my little headband. I went and opened the door spotting the pastel blue beetle that now sat at the end of my drive way, I smiled widely seeing the tall, skinny figure who emerged from it.

He climbed out the drivers side his jeans tight to his skinny legs, his usual shoes, His belt tight with his knife sat down his left leg as usual, His grey button down over him with the little slightly metallic lines down the fabric, open to the centre of his chest as usual, his black coat cradled him as usual, his hat in his hand as he pulled back his hair and sat it on his head 

"Hello babydoll" 

"Hello Benny" I smiled running down the path and into his arms as he wrapped them around me tightly and pulled me close to his chest for a kiss "I made you coffee" I smiled handing him the travel cup

"You. Are. An angel." He says happily taking it and having a savoured sip "ummmm I haven't had a coffee since the highway, thank you babydoll" 

"Your welcome, so shall we get packing?"

"Of course put your stuff in the trunk I saved you some room"

"Okay" I nodded starting to bring my bags 

".... Babydoll"

"What is it Benny?"

"Need I remind you I own a beetle? Commonly known for being… not that big of cars"

"Yes"

"And I also have all my clothes and such?"

"I know"

"So why do you have like six bags?"

"I need lots. Benny, you think looking this beautiful just happens? You think I wake up like this?"

“I do” He shrugs

“Benny!” 

"I know babydoll and you look very beautiful but we are only going for four days."

"I couldn't decide on my dresses so… I took options"

"Options? How many options?"

".... A few" I blushed "plus I couldn't pick a swimsuit"

"Fine stuff what you can in the trunk and throw the rest in the back seat" he sighed, 

I smiled as I sat in the cream leather seat my head slightly against the blue metal and the glass of the window and door, I could hear the engine revving and Veering as it went along the long infinitely stretching american highways, The sounds of the air rushing past the window were it doesn’t quiet seal properly, The rush of sound every so often, Little sounds when a car past but loud when something like a huge truck went by, The radio on low the gentle music playing slowly, I could smell the oil and fuel of engines around us, I could smell the coffee that sat in the cup holder, I could smell benny’s aftershave which brought a wider smile to my lips. I looked out the window and saw the vast straight road, a sign for the route, the local towns and things close to us. I sat up seeing that as we drove we were following a large black car, I glance to Benny as he sat in the driver's seat focused intently on the road and the car in front of him, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth his hair slightly in his eye where he had thrown his hat on the back seat earlier. 

I smiled sitting up and fixing his hair out his eye for him,

“Better?”

“Thank you y/n” He chucked 

I smiled and continued to gently play with his hand until he took my hand giving it a kiss and putting my hand back in my lap with a pat before he returned his hand to the wheel

“Don’t Distract the Driver.” he warns

“I wasn’t distracting the driver” I smiled “I was helping”

“Sure you where”

“Why are we just following this car?”

“It’s a nice car?” He shrugs 

“What is it?” I asked

“63 lincoln. Ummm I want one” “Benny, you live in a basement and own like four shirts?” I remind him

“I’m not allowed to want things?”

“You can, just maybe think what you can afford”

“I own more than four shirts”

“Then why do I only see four?”

“... Because… they are my good clothes… that I wear with you around?”

“Liar”

“Fine” He sighed “Maybe… I could save a little money by, Moving out of the crummy little cracker box?”

“Ummm?”

“Maybe I could come and live in your nice house?”

“I don’t know benny, might be a little cramped or you in the other bedroom” I smiled 

“I would, Maybe I could just… curl up in your bed”

“Could you now?”

“Come on you have a two bed two bath house why can’t I come live with you”

“You won’t like living with me benny”

“Maybe I can be the judge of that?” he smirked 

“You just don’t wanna pay rent anymore”

“.... Kinda”

“You’ll still have to help pay the mortgage” 

“Yeah but that's got to be better then rent in my shitty apartment,” he says “Plus you have a driveway, so I wouldn’t have to pay as many parking tickets” He says

“That's true” I giggled, laying my head on his shoulder as he drove. “Maybe, I’ll think about it benny.” I smiled giving his cheek a kiss 

“Hey, I’m driving” He argues trying to squirm away from my kisses

“Awww benny? Don’t you want my kisses?”

“I do, but just not while I’m driving babydoll” “Your mean to me” I whine leaning back on the door

“Ohh? I’m mean because I want to focus on the road so we don’t crash and die?”

“Yes.”

“I know I’m mean” He smirked leaning over and giving my head a kiss “Happy now?”

“Kinda” I giggled “How long till we get there?” 

“Another few hours”

“You said that three hours ago”

“Well it's a long way” 

“I’m going to go swimming” I giggled “will you come with me?”

“....Maybe, depends how the Championship goes?”

“If it goes well? Then will you come and sit by the pool with me?”

“I will if it goes well” He says 

“Benny?” I asked after a while of quiet driving

“Yes y/n?”

“Do you love me?” I asked nuzzling on to his neck

“Awwww Babydoll, Of course I love you” he says kissing my head “Don’t you love me too?”

“Of course I love you” I giggled looking out to the long boring road, “Benny?” I asked 

“Yes Babydoll?” He asks 

“I’m bored”

“.... do you wanna play chess?”

“No thank you benny. I’ll have to deal with chess enough when we get there.” 

“.... Do you want to play eye spy?”

“Are we six?” I asked 

“I was only suggesting y/n”

“I know” I sighed as I watched the road, But I smirked to myself glancing down at his tight jeans “Benny?”

“Ummm?”

“Did you wanna play a game?” I smiled resting my hand on his leg 

“I just suggested two games” He shrugs but I moved my hand up a little more stroking the inner seam of his jeans all the way till I ran my finger tips around his pocket “Oooh…” It clicked in his head what I was suggesting he smirked and picked my hand up giving it a kiss “Don’t distract the driver Babydoll.”

“But Benny”

“You wanna do that we can pull over, I’m not having to feeling me up while I’m trying to drive y/n”

“You're mean” I pout

“I know.”

“Just one little kiss” I whine “Please” I beg pressing kisses to his cheek, his jaw and down his neck

“Don’t distract the driver” he complained trying to get my kisses away 

“Awww Please, Pwetty Pwease Benny” I whine and soon enough he pulled up to a junction stopping the car

“You are such a whiny little Brat when you don’t get what you want” he smirked turning slightly one hand on the wheel and the other on the seat 

“Maybe I wouldn’t If, you gave me what I wanted” I pouted 

“Wouldn’t you?” he smirked pulling me to kiss him I happily kissed his soft lips back his hair gently ticking my lips as he kissed me, our kiss got deeper and deeper the longer it went on until some other car pulled up behind us and honked loudly, so Benny pulled back and carried on driving 

“Benny…” I whine petting his arm suggestively 

“I’m driving” He reminds “You got a kiss now let me drive” 

“But Benny” I whine 

“Don’t distract the driver” he says pushing my hand away 

I giggled and gently pet his leg, stroking his jeans “Come on benny” I whined 

“Why are you being such a brat Babydoll?” He smirked 

“Because I wanna play” I giggled slipping my hand into the pocket of his jeans gently stroking his hips “Please Benny, I just want us to have fun”

“Babydoll, I want us to have fun too. But Don’t distract the driver, it’s dangerous” he says “we’ll have fun when we get to the hotel okay” He says 

“No. Fun now” I complained grabbing his crotch

“Y/n!” he jumped “I’m driving”

“Well I think it’s time for fun” I smiled toying with his belt 

“Y/n” He warns “don’t distract the driver” I undid his belt and undid his jeans “Babydoll…” he warns 

“Just drive benny” I smirked slipping my and under his jeans my hand meeting his half hard cock 

“Don’t distract the driv- Uhh!” He groans as I squeezed his base hard, “Babydoll, what’s wrong with you? You are being such a little brat today, Fine. you’re not going to give up on this so” He sighed 

“Good” I giggled I started off slow gently pumping as I kissed his neck gently as he drove until he was rock hard, his breaths sharp, biting and gnawing on his lip a lot trying hard not to moan or groan in reaction to my movements and my kisses  “Benny? Do you love me?” I cooed as I sped my hand up even more 

“Umm! Course I do Babydoll. I just don’t like when you wanna play distract the driver” He smirked turning to kiss me gently but I pulled away

“Focus on driving Benny, it’s awfully dangerous” I smirked giving his cheek a kiss and moving in my seat tugging his jeans down even more letting his rock hard cock jump free from his jeans, I moved and gently kissed his head and down his shaft making him grip the wheel tightly 

“Fuck! y/n…” He groans “Why do you have be such a little brat and play distract the driver?” He compalined 

“Want me to stop?” I cooed

“Fuck no babydoll!” He groaned

I smirked and took every inch of him into my mouth sucking hard “Ughhhh! Fuck Babydoll!” He groans grabbing my hair hard I knew he was getting close but he pushed my head away leaving me a little confused “Fuck it” He said as he pulled into a truck stop cafe place, parking up at the back of the car park and doing up his jeans “Backseat. Now babydoll.” He smirked so I giggled and did as I was told, getting into the back of the car and he happily followed pulling me aggressively to kiss him grabbing at my dress I smirked kissing back moving to kiss down his jaw and his neck making sure to leave a love bite at the crook of his neck

“Why so attentive all of a sudden benny?”

“You know why” 

“I’m sure I don’t”

“Yes you do you little brat” He growled kissing down my neck and attacking my breasts with kisses “You are getting such a fucking spanking when we get to the hotel” he smirked undoing his jeans again 

“Why?” I whine

“Don’t distract the driver babydoll. Else master punishes his little bratty babydoll” he growled forcing me into his lap….

[chaotictommy]

Ummmm, would anyone be interested in Rping Karate Kid or Cobra Kai? I’m kinda bored lol 😂 also, I’m trying to write some of the cobras for a fanfic, but am struggling a bit...

[ramp-it-up]

Sundancer

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Some pictures, Angst, Pining, drinking, explicit language, oral sex (female/male receiving), love fluff. All errors my own.

A/N: This an ask from @honeysucklechocolatedrippin​ from the 100 smut prompts ask list. I got caught up with this one because I went back to the Show Runner AU.  I kinda love these two.  Hope you enjoy. Read Show Runner.

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This press tour was going to be all work. No play. 

Those were the strict rules that you were given.

This was the premiere film and television festival and January in Park City could be a fun, wild place and time, but you were on the clock. 

There would be no open flirting, touching, or even covert fucking while the cast was there. 

You listened to the lecture and smiled and nodded when appropriate.

Truth be told, you really weren’t paying attention, just waiting on your knees, naked and wet, to suck the shit out of his dick. 

When he gave you permission to of course.

You were determined to suck all those stupid ideas out of his brain along with all his cum when he gave you the chance. 

And Rafael was, indeed, without much coherent thought when you were done.

_____

Wednesday 

That conversation was of no consequence to you four days later when you landed in Park City. 

Daveed and Rafa had been there for two days and the rest of the cast was trickling in. 

You gathered your bag while answering a few questions from the paps and headed to your hotel alone, following the driver who held your name up outside baggage claim to a luxury suv.

You texted Rafael that you had landed, to which he just replied, “Good.”

No, ‘how was your flight,’ nothing. 

You sighed, assuming he was busy. 

He had been texting you nonstop for the past three days and now he wanted to play you. 

That was cool.

You relaxed as you took in the snowy scenery of snowy Park City. 

You were taken to a stunning tiny little chalet at the edge of the city and halfway up the mountain. 

The views were spectacular, the cute cozy kitchen fully stocked, and the fireplace was bomb.

As you took in all the antler decor, you texted Rafa again, hyped at the accommodations.

This is dope!

You made sure your cleavage was right in your v-neck sweater and took a selfie of you from above in the bedroom. 

I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.

You saw the thought bubbles, but no response.

Cool cool cool. 

If that’s what he wanted. That’s what he would get. Ice.

You shook your head and looked in the refrigerator for water. You also found your favorite snacks. 

Production thought of everything. You’d thank Gwen later.

You relaxed on the couch until it was time to get ready for the mixer. 

The car was ready to go at 6:45, in time to get you fashionably late to the Television mixer at the Waldorf Astoria at 7.

Because of all the traffic, you didn’t arrive until 7:30, but you were chilling. You spotted your crew immediately, partly because they were the loudest. 

You loved this new family you made.

“Ayyyy! What’s cracking! We thought you’d never make it. Late flight? You want a drink?”

You laughed at Daveed, seeing that he was on his way to getting lit.

“I’ll have what you’re having.” 

He raised his cute ass eyebrow at you. “This grown folks shit. You sure?”

“Yes. I’m grown. I need to catch up to you! I misjudged the time to leave my chalet. What time did you all leave yours?”

“Ummmm. I walked downstairs like 20 minutes ago. The whole cast is staying here. You’re the only one staying on the other side of town.”

“Oh.” 

You didn’t know what to say as Daveed turned to go get your drink.

You looked around and saw a lot of actors you’d love to work with, some you already had, and some you knew to stay away from.

You spotted Rafa’s golden hair on the other side of the room. 

You weren’t going to go after him, and you didn’t need to, because some of your cast mates enveloped you and Daveed brought you a drink.

You were having too good a time to worry about Mr. Artistic Integrity.

You two circled the room, never really ending up in the same place. You finally saw him with Gwen and got a chance to talk. Rafa saw you approach. He nodded.

“Hey, Long time no see. You make it in ok ?”

You looked at Rafael for an extra beat. He’d seen you up close and personal three days ago when you’d ridden his face. 

But you were an actor. You could play this game.

“Hey Casal. Yeah, I got a few hours ago.” 

You turned to the logistics producer. 

“Gwen! My chalet is so dope!”

She raised her eyebrow at you. 

“That’s great! So, you wanted peace and quiet and away from the rest of us, ay?” Gwen laughed as you and Rafa smiled politely. You were seething. 

“Trying to avoid all the parties. I get it now, although I thought it was weird that you declined accommodations.”

“You know our girl, always a loner.”

Rafael took a sip of his drink, looking at you over it. Your blood boiled but you turned and smiled at Gwen.

“Yeah. On my INFJ shit. What’s the lineup for tomorrow?”  

You made small talk to avoid cussing Rafael the fuck out. He stood there for a minute, listening and being an adorable muthafukin asshole. 

Other people came up and you didn’t even notice Rafa step away. But you spotted him, in a corner with that little twat Ava with the tight little body. Just his type.

He saw you stalking out of the mixer as he chatted her up.

—-

Two hours later, you were cozy in the hot tub, smoking some kush to relax, scrolling your phone. 

A TMZ post from your explore page caught your eye. 

There was a picture of Daveed, next to Rafa and Ava, who looked pretty close and fucking beautiful together. 

The gossip site gushed over the picture of the Bay Boys, noting the ‘adorable couple’ and their mingling at the mixer and somehow sneaking in a not so subtle hint that they were staying at the same hotel.

That was the final straw. You saw it all. Rafa wanted you far away from him while he fucked this little miniature Bratz doll. Bet.

It was only midnight. You were going to get your own plastic action figure for the night.

——

Thursday 

The next morning, you met up with the crew at the suite which was set up for the series press day. 

You went straight to Chelsea who was set up in the bedroom of the suite.

You gave her a hug and took off your sunglasses. Your eyes were puffy.

“Damn girl. You did have fun last night. I got just the thing for those circles.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and let her work her magic.

You emerged ten minutes later and went and got something to eat and a bottle of water from the catering station set up in the kitchen. You watched D and Rafa charm the interviewer. 

You took a deep breath. You could do this.

Ten minutes after that, you find yourself sitting in a chair with the cast lined up, somehow seated next to Rafael.

As the first interviewer was setting up, you got comfortable in your chair. Being a professional.

“I see you had fun last night.”

You looked over at Rafael as if surprised to see him there.

“I’m sorry?”

He smirked at you.

“I said it looks like you had fun with Michael last night.”

He held up his phone and you squinted at a post of you and your new friend, a highly sought after actor who had been in one of Rafa’s favorite movies. 

The pic was from after you went back out to the club last night. You were hugged up close.

You looked in his eyes and saw that he felt some kinda way. He had some fucking nerve.

You smirked. 

“Yeah. He’s really truly a dope person. Not just beauty, but brains too. I love an intelligent man. We… talked all night.” 

Rafa’s smile slipped. You sat back and put on a megawatt smile for the reporter.

The entire day was filled with your secret shots and animosity toward Rafa. 

You couldn’t wait to talk to him in private and tell him not to call your cell phone ever again.

Reporter: “This show has many complex relationships, and you are at the center of two of them that are just developing as the series begins. What do you do to ease into a new relationship?”

You leaned back and crossed your legs.

“That is a great question. Let’s just take an example of, say, meeting someone at... a club?”

Daveed leaned in front of Rafa and said, “This is not a true story from last night by the way.”

“Of course not,” you quickly replied and winked. Everyone laughed, everyone but Rafa.

“What I’ve found recently that works wonders is: ‘Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.’”

Everyone was dying laughing.

Rafa choked on his water. You leaned over and patted him on the back. “You good?”

He just glared at you. You shrugged and kept it moving.

“No, but really. You should start off in a relationship where you can be open and honest. There’s really no relationship if you can’t have that.”

Rafael cleared his throat, but you refused to look at him.

The press day continued.

After eight hours of interviews, you were ready to get out of there, so while Rafa and D were playing host, you managed to get out and to the car. 

You were exhausted of the tension.

On your way to the chalet, Rafa texted you.

‘We need to talk.’

You huffed. Now he wanted to talk. 

Well, tough shit. 

You blocked his number. 

You couldn’t function like this right now. You and him could break it off next week in LA. He was right, you were on the clock.

That night at the Midnight showing, you sat with Michael. 

Might as well try to have some fun. The paparazzi were snapping lots of pictures with you two.

While Mike took a quick interview, you made your way to the bar alone.

“You’ve not answered any of my texts. Or my calls.” 

You rolled your eyes at Rafael.

“You’ve texted and called?” 

You shrugged and took a drink.

“Look. We can do all that back in Cali next week. Gotta keep it professional here, isn’t that the deal?”

You downed your drink and walked back over to Michael, Rafael boring a hole in your back. 

He left you alone after that.

——

Friday

The next day and night were much the same, a cast interview and screening of two episodes during the day and another industry party at night. 

Rafa being so busy made it easy to stay away from each other.

You got back to your place with a bottle of tequila about midnight. 

You were flying out the next day and you should have some fun, even if it was not what you’d envisioned before you arrived in Park City. 

You hated Rafael Casal. 

But you refused to cry. Again.

An hour later, you looked up from your drunken haze to see Rafa standing over you. 

He looked so damn good in this dream.

“You shouldn’t drink a whole bottle of tequila in a hot tub, especially alone.”

“What the fuck do you care? You’re probably fucking Ava ten ways from Sunday right now.”

Dream Rafa raised his eyebrow at you and shook his head.

“Why would I want to fuck Ava?”

“Right? Especially when you could have all this.”

You stood up, almost falling and showing off your wet, naked body.  You giggled as he appreciated you, his eyes sweeping down your body.

Dream Rafa moved closer to you and grabbed your hand as you wobbled. 

“Let’s get out and get you some water.”

He helped you out and wrapped you in one of the huge white fluffy robes that you’d found in the closet.

He led you to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

You drank, your head clearing, but just a bit.

You kept staring at Dream Rafa, who was regarding you steadily, a weird look on his face.

When you finished, he walked you to the bedroom and watched as you lay down. You looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 1:30 am.

You opened your robe and turned to see Dream Rafa in bed with you.

“How convenient. I’m so so horny Dream Boy. Haven’t had any dick since last week.” 

You untied the robe and grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and rolling your nipples, arching your back.

Rafael watched you hungrily.  

“Help me to get off. Fuck me, Dream lover. The real Rafa doesn’t want me anymore…”

You moved your hand down to your core and started playing in it, moaning and watching Rafa watch you.

As he licked his lips, you brought your hand up and let him taste the wetness on your fingers. He hummed, then took your hand in his.

“Not like this. I want you. Fully present and clear headed. But I want you. And we need to talk.”

He kissed the palm of your hand and covered you with the robe again.

You groaned and turned away from him.

“Even the Rafael of my dreams reject me? I can’t believe I’m in love with such a jackass.”

You didn’t feel Rafa pull you close as you started shoring.

—

Saturday

You woke up alone, mad at the sunlight. Your head was pounding. 

Your mouth was parched, but you found a bottle of water on the bedside table. 

You grabbed it, grateful that you got it on the way to the bedroom last night. 

As you sat up and drank, you groaned as you thought back to your dream. 

You had to get him out of your system.

You got up and went to the kitchen, halfway expecting to see him there. 

You sighed with something that must have been relief when he wasn’t there. 

You took your water and some grapes to the little kitchen bar and sat there, eating and drinking slowly with your head in your hand.

You jumped when you heard a key in the front door and stared when Rafa let himself in. 

“Look who’s up. Bet you’ve got a doozy of a headache.” 

You just continued to gape as he put his bags down on the counter. He handed you a bottle of aspirin.

“You’ll need these.” He put some pedialyte in front of you. “And this.”

“Wait. Did you just let yourself in? With a key?”

“Yeah. This is my chalet. I own it.”

Your mouth dropped open. 

“I thought you had a hotel room.”

“I do. This is business so production put the cast up there. D and I decided to join.”

Your heart clenched at the fact he did not want you there too. What was this reality? Then you thought about the dream.

“Wait. Were you really here last night?” 

You were confusion.

Rafa smiled at you. 

“You want something to eat? Gotta get something in your stomach besides tequila and grapes.” 

You groaned and held your head at the realization that last night was not a dream.

“Fuck. Did I say all that? Did I do all that? Out loud?” 

You peeked at him through your fingers.

That smile. “Yeah.” 

You were mad. He looked to fucking happy. 

“Well, don’t take it personal. I was zooted. When I’m sober, I hate you Rafael.”

He frowned. “Are you sober now?”

You opened the bottle of aspirin and drank some pedialyte. 

“Unfortunately, yes. Very sober.”

Rafa moved next to you.

“I’m going to come closer so I don’t have to yell.”

He tipped your chin up with two fingers.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with a fucking brat.”

You were ready to fight.

“I’m a brat? I’m a BRAT?” 

You leaned back, your hands on the counter behind you to get some space from the electricity bouncing between you.

“You ignore me as soon as I land in the same city as you, and then you put me out here in this secret hideaway so you can fuck with that Ava chick.” 

You closed your eyes because you’d be damned if you cried right now. 

“I thought we agreed that we’d talk to each other before we tired of each other and got with other people?”

Rafa leaned close to you, caging you in with his arms on the counter beside yours. 

You could barely breathe, the emotions were getting the better of you. You just wanted to kiss him.

“Who told you that I fucked Ava?” 

This time you raised your chin on your own.

“No one had to tell me. I saw the pictures of you two together. I can read, Rafa.”

“Not very well in this situation, I’m afraid.”

Rafa shook his head and looked down. Then looked back up at you with those damn eyes.

“You also don’t listen. Did you even hear what I said? I just said I love you.”

You just stared at him.

“Wait… what?”

Rafa brought his hips closer to yours, standing up tall. You wanted them on you.

“I love you, you fucking brat. Why would I want Ava when the woman I love has all this.”

And he reached for you, opening the tie on your robe. He sighed as he moved his hands on your brown skin. He was home.

“I want you to listen. Listen before you jump ahead and try to argue.”

You were about to say something and clamped your mouth shut at his warning glance.

“I told you, this was work. And we agreed not to go public with our relationship yet.”  

He saw you wanting to protest.

“We agreed.” 

His hands spread against your stomach, thumbs on your warm nipples.

“I wasn’t ignoring you, I was controlling myself. I wanted to meet you at the airport, but the paps are swarming.”

Rafael's blue eyes were now dark.

“And I didn’t stash you away because I wanted to fuck Ava, but because this is my home and I wanted you in it.” 

Rafa finally kissed you, and you took his tongue in your mouth, wanting to own a part of him.  Your moan while you kissed was getting him even harder.

“And when you sent me that picture of you in the bedroom, I wanted to run over here and take you in every room,  but I couldn’t. Still working. Just had to jack off when I could. To that picture.”

You moaned as his words made you drip down your thigh.

He pressed his pelvis to you and you could feel how hard he was. You took a ragged breath and forced your hands to remain on the counter. 

But you looked up into those burning blue eyes. You were wet and ready.

“It was killing me knowing that you were so close, sleeping in my bed without me, naked in my hot tub without me, and that I couldn’t touch you, hold you. Fuck the shit out of you. Hear you scream my name.”

“Tire of you? God, I wish I could get tired of you. I want you all the time, I can hardly function when you’re not around.”

He kissed across your collarbone to the other side of your neck. You were definitely weak.

“I was coming over that first night, but I saw you going out. To the club. Where it seems you hooked up with Mike.” 

Rafa bit down on your pulse point.

“Rafa, I…”

Rafa licked the spot he just bit. 

“Shhh. I know you didn’t get with him, but you were a bit of a bitch at the Q and A day. And then you took him to the midnight screening.”

Rafa was appraising your body possessively now.

“You tried to make me think that you were with him; that he was touching you like this.”

Rafa grabbed your breasts and squeezed your nipples between your fingers. You arched into his hands.

“It was like you were teasing me.” 

His hands moved down your torso and around to your ass, squeezing and pulling your cheeks apart and ghosting your intimate parts with his fingers.

“You know I don’t like to be teased.”

He released you and took two steps back, leaving you feeling bereft.

You were panting in the middle of his kitchen. You felt what it was like to be teased.

“Rafa, I’m sorry. Please…”

Rafa was two steps ahead of you. He was pulling his Oaklandish hoodie over his head. Then he shook his head at you.

He bent his head to your breast as he lifted it roughly to meet his lips. He drew your hard bud between his lips and grazed it with his teeth. 

Rafa nipped and sucked your flesh roughly as he licked the fingers in his other hand and reached between your legs.

“Did you want Mike to touch your cunt like this?”

“No...only you Cash…”

He traced his fingers between your wet lips, causing you to shudder and moan. Then he started to tease your clit.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you love me.”

“I..I…” You didn’t know when it happened, but it did. “Fuck it. I love you Rafael.” 

You sigh in relief and with desire as he pushed his fingers deeper into you.

He moaned softly in your ear as he pressed you back against the island.

“Good girl. Now tell me more. Tell me you love what I’m doing to you right now. Tell me you love this shit.”

“I love it so fucking much,” you squeaked, holding on to his shoulders for dear life, your nails digging in.

As he pumped his fingers, you wriggled and started to grind against his hand. As you wriggled more, he cursed under his breath.

“Fuck! Stay still.”  

His tongue licked up and down your neck as his hand went faster and faster, playing you like an instrument.

You were getting so close, and Rafa could feel it. So he stopped and stepped back again, panting while he tasted his fingers and leaving you quivering and emotional.

You refused to beg, but he knew what you needed.

“I want to punish you for not listening to me and your heart, but I can't because I’d be punishing myself.”

He walked toward you again, put his hands on you and slid down your body as he knelt before you.

Rafa looking up at you like that made you fall in love all over again. 

He leaned forward and kissed your lower lips oh so tenderly. Then, he licked them, and you had to hold on to the counter again. Then he started talking.

“I’ve been hard for you ever since you texted me that you touched down.” 

He kissed each of your thighs and lifted one up and rested it on his shoulder. You were not ready.

“I was so pissed off all day. Until I saw you that night.”

Rafa lightly licked a long stripe between your legs.

He pulled back and looked at your pussy, as if entranced.

“But, I stayed away from you at the mixer because I knew I would drag you to a bathroom and bend you over the sink…”

Rafa slowly rolled his tongue over your slit. You held your hand over your mouth as you watched him.

He looked up at you and chuckled. 

“No close neighbors. Let me hear you.” 

He sighed as he looked at you again. 

“I wanted to take you in the bedroom at the suite during the press day and put your ankles around your ears to dig out that attitude.”  

Rafa licked you again, making you tremble and moan loudly.

“I decided to come and give you an ultimatum last night, but I get here and you were so cute and drunk and said that you loved me.”  

He graced you with a smile. You smile back and brush his hair out of his eyes.

“I know you said that I don’t own you. But you own me. Body and soul. I’m starving for you.”

And then he dove in, making you gasp as he eagerly parted your lips with his tongue and started to flick it back and forth over your clit, grasping your ass and your leg to support you and keep you in place.

This time he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked and swiped, his head moving back and forth as he ate. He did it until your eyes rolled back into your head and you were screaming his name. He increased his pace and intensity until you were a quivering, moaning mess. 

You come on Rafa’s face in the middle of a ski chalet in Park City, Utah.

You were still quivering as you watched him stand up, take off his shirt and wipe his face with it.

“So, you can take your flight back to LA in a couple of hours, or you can stay until Monday and we can be seen together tonight. In public.”

Your face lit up as he led you to the bathroom. You were catching on.

“And we will be ‘good friends’ for a few weeks until we let on.”

“Now, you’re listening.” Rafa was smiling wide now.

“Wait, does Diggs know about us?” Rafa started taking off his pants. You needed what was inside.

“Nevermind. I know the answer, Jackass.”  

You ignored Rafa’s laugh as you began to make up for lost time.

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