#What the fuck did you think was gonna happen

[starkeyisthelastname]

dealer!rafe asking his girl to marry him🥹🥹

it’s official. he’s ready to tie it down 🥹 💍

It was rare that Rafe let you do anything by yourself, but telling you he had some business to handle that day with Barry, he handed you a stack of cash and told you to spend the day pampering yourself. He told you to get your nails done, and pick out something to wear that night as he was taking you out to dinner. You had a closet full of things to wear, but weren’t going to argue when it came to shopping.

Rafe was a nervous fucking wreck all day as he watched the people he had hired to set everything up along the beach. He was going to do something that he had never wanted to do until he met you. He had spent months designing the perfect ring for you, his princess about to turn his queen. He never thought he would want to spend the rest of his life with just one person, always having been selfish. You were so different though in a way he couldn’t even explain.

Rafe stole a quick glance at his reflection in the mirror before inhaling deeply and making a slight adjustment to the gold Rolex adorning his wrist. Dressed in a perfectly fitting navy blue suit, a lavish gold chain draped across his neck, he exuded an air of confidence. After running a hand over his freshly trimmed buzzcut, he carefully placed the red box in the pocket of his dress pants, just as you emerged from the closet.

The moment his eyes locked onto you, he knew that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Your hair was styled flawlessly, your makeup adding a sparkle to your pretty blushed cheeks and glossy lips, and the dress you wore embraced your stunning curves in the same shade of blue as his suit, as if you had known what he was going to wear.

“Oh mama…” His voice cracked but quickly clearing his throat. “You look fucking amazing.” He said, watching as you walked towards him. You held up the diamond necklace for him to help fasten that held the initials R.C, little did you know that was going to be your last name soon.

“Where are we going for dinner?” You asked, eyes grazing over how had some he looked. You wondered what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up that night at his house, confessing to him that you could not stop thinking about him.

Rafe glanced over at you, a little startled as he glided the Range Rover down the island roads. He had been deep in thought, realizing he was about to propose to the girl he was in love with. Yes, love. Something he never thought he would be capable of getting, let alone quite literally landing in his lap one night. He swallowed back the nerves, and took a hand off the wheel to grab your fleshy thigh. “It’s a surprise baby.” He said, squeezing your smooth skin in his large palm.

You never argued with Rafe, and you did love surprises, so with that, you looked out the window at the serene view until your man spoke up again. “Can you do me a favorite my pretty girl? Close your eyes for me, yeah? We’re almost there.” He said, his voice low.

You were use to the occasional surprise by Rafe, so him asking you to close your eyes wasn’t something unusual. You trusted him with everything and sometimes that scared you since you didn’t know the depth of what Rafe did but you knew it wasn’t all good, despite him reassuring you he’s just making money. You filled lashes, fluttered close and you soon felt the car come to a stop and your door being opened.

“I’m gonna take these off, okay?” You heard his voice, eyes still closed as you felt the straps being unfastened to the Dior heels you wore. You desperately wanted to open your eyes, but squeezed them shut tighter to not peek. You wondered why he would be taking your shoes off to go eat dinner? Nonetheless, he took your hand and helped you out.

“Now don’t open those pretty eyes for me mama until I tell you to.” Rafe said, voice gentle yet firm to let you know he was being serious.You nodded your head, letting him guide you along the way until your feet touched warm sand.

Rafe had never been so nervous in his entire life and he had done a lot of bad shit. From robberies and to something even more sinister, those things didn’t faze him. This was something entirely different, and something he never thought he would be doing. Slowly letting go of your hand, he took a deep breath and carefully got down on one knee. “Open your eyes for me.” He said, voice a little shaky.

As soon as your eyes opened, you were met with a sight that made your heart stop. The beautiful red rose petals surrounded down the path you had just walked, small candles lighting up the sand as the sun started to set along the Outer Banks. Your eyes then focused on the handsome man kneeled before you, biting his lower lip as he watched you look around the beautiful set up.

“I’ve told you so many times, that I don’t know what you’ve been doing to me. Got a grown man wanting to cry and shit.” Rafe said with a nervous laugh, knowing deep down as cold as he was that he was also quite sensitive, but he always pushed his vulnerability down.

You swallowed the building lump in your throat as he continued to talk, his thumbs grazing across your hands as he held them. “Being in a serious relationship was something I never wanted. I was only about making money, and spending it on myself. Then you walked in, and I had never seen a more beautiful girl in all my fucking life. I never expected to want to tie it down, and give someone my last name. You aren’t just beautiful baby, but you see something in me that I don’t even see. I’m not a good man, and I do a lot of bad shit..” He said, swallowing the guilt down. “You choose to see the good in me. Not the messed up, fucked up side that everyone else is afraid of.”

You watched as he removed one hand from yours, reaching down into the pocket of his navy blue slacks. He pulled the crimson box out that read Cartier in gold letters and slowly opened it, to reveal a stunning rock.

“Remember that night you came back to my house, and told me you couldn’t stop thinking about me. I asked if you wanted to be mine, and I meant that. I gotta make you my fucking wife mama, can I?” He asked, eyes glassy as he waited for your answer.

You were a little naive, and went into this not knowing how thing would turn out with you and Rafe. The first thing you ever heard about him was that he was an asshole, and yes you saw that. But you also saw a man that struggled with an internal battle, a man who provided you with everything you could ever imagine, a man who treated you like the most precious jewel that ever existed. A man that you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with without any question.

“Y-yes..” You whispered, tears spilling as you saw the white smile break out on his face. Something he didn’t do very often. He plucked the huge diamond from the velvet that it took place in and watched as he slid it on your ring finger with ease.

He slowly stood back up, pulling you possessively toward him as gripped you tightly. “I’m so fucking in love with you my future Mrs. Cameron.” He whispered against your lips, pulling you into a heated kiss.

[mokassong]

winner- p. bueckers

stewie version here

!! - my stewie fic but rewritten (i changed the names) for paige bc she’s more popular in terms of ff

!! - dom!paige, 2.7k of pure smut

Paige just finished playing in her first National Championship. They won, of course. Everyone is getting ready to head out, so Paige walks out of the locker room when she spots the cheerleaders packing up their megaphones, pompoms etc.

She spots a certain cheerleader having some trouble caring her megaphone with all her other items. She walks over to you. “Need any help?” She asks softly with a smile.

“P!” You exclaim, bringing her into a hug. “You won! You played so good!”

She chuckles, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Thanks, baby. You cheered me on well.”

You let her drive you back to the hotel. The entire drive, her hand found place on your upper thigh, rubbing the skin beneath your cheer skirt softly.

As you guys arrived back, you both went straight to your hotel room. As soon as the door was closed, Paige had you pinned against the wall. Her body was pressed against yours.

“You did so good out there today,” she mumbled against your neck, pressing kisses to the skin.

“You did better, Miss National Championship winner.” You grin, tilting your head back.

She hummed against your skin before she began leaving hickeys down your neck. “And here I was gonna take you out for a nice dinner,” she whispered as her lips latched on to the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin.

“Paige…” You muttered, bringing you arm up to grasp at the back of her jersey.

She groaned against your skin before she grabbed you thighs, picking you up. Her lips moved to your jawline, placing kisses on your skin. “But first, I wanna make a mess of you,” she muttered against your jawline.

She carried you towards the bed, laying you down gently on the mattress before crawling over you. Her eyes trailed up and down your body.

“You look so good in your cheer uniform, baby,” she said, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. A smirk tugged on her lips as she moved on hand down your body until she reached the skirt of your uniform.

“But you’d look so much better with it off,” she joked, tugging at the fabric of the skirt.

You blushed heavily before smacking her shoulder. “Shut up,” you muttered, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

She chuckled before taking your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Why should I? You’re so cute when you’re all flustered,” she said, her eyes studying you again.

Her gaze was intense, making you squirm under it. Her smirk grew, enjoying seeing you struggle under her. “Already getting so flustered and all I’ve done is pin your wrists and look at you,” she teased before shifting her body, pinning your legs with leg in between yours to prevent you from moving.

“Wait.” You say. “Wait, is this— are you going to ignore this? Tomorrow, are you going to act like this,” you gesture to the both of you, “never happened?”

Her smirk drops, being replaced with a soft frown. “Of course not, baby.” She said, her voice soft and gentle. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t wanna pretend this didn’t happen.”

She let go of your wrists, reaching up and gently brushing your hair behind your ear. “What made you think that?”

“We’re not together,” you breathe, “I don’t want this to fuck us up.”

“It won’t.” She reassured. “This isn’t going to fuck us up.”

She gently cupped your face in her hands. “Baby, I promise you that this is not going to mess us up. If anything, this helps us.”

She softly chuckled a moment before continuing, “Because I want us to be a thing, I don’t want to hide this from anybody. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. And I’m yours.”

You nod. “Okay. Okay, make me feel good.”

She chuckled, her smirk returning to her face again. “I can definitely do that.” She mumbled before moving her hands away from your face. She started to pull your cheer shirt up, lifting it above your torso before tossing the garment away.

“You’re beautiful,” she muttered as her eyes roamed your body again, studying every inch. “I’m a bit overdressed.”

She pulled her jersey off, tossing it to the side. You run your hands down her body, grasping at her abs.

She shuddered under your touch, her skin prickling at the feeling. You both knew one another well, but not at this extent.

She softly bit her lip as your hands continued to roam her body, touching every available spot. “Feels good,” she muttered, shuddering again as you let your hands glide down her side and back up her stomach.

“Yeah?” You reply, grinning. Your hands traced her abs, gently running your nails over her skin.

She shuddered yet again as her eyes shut, enjoying the sensation. “Don’t get cocky,” she mumbled out, struggling to stay composed.

She tugs at your cheer skirt. “Off.”

“You saying I can’t be cocky when I’m the one making the star basketball player shudder with little touches?” You joked before lifting your legs up, letting her slide your legs out of the skirt.

She groaned before crawling over you once again. She planted her knees on either side of your hips, effectively pinning you beneath her.

“I suppose so,” she mumbled before bringing her attention back to your body. Her lips attacked your neck, kissing and biting at the skin all over. Her teeth nipped at your collarbone, grazing across the sensitive skin.

Her hands gently grasped your hips, her fingers digging into your skin.

You let your eyes flutter close, enjoying the feeling of her lips all over your skin. You knew your neck would be covered in hickeys come tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.

You reached your hands up, tangling your fingers in her hair, lightly tugging at the roots. “Touch me.”

She groaned against your neck before she began moving down your body. Her lips left a trail of kisses down your chest before stopping just below your stomach. She lifted her head slightly, locking her gaze with yours.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” She asked, her tone cheeky.

“Fuck, you know where.”

Her smirk widened, enjoying the way she could get you flustered. She moved herself onto her stomach, situating herself between your legs.

Her eyes flicked from yours down to your thigh, and an idea popped in her head. She gently bit the skin of your inner thigh, earning a gasp from you as well as your hands grasping her hair again.

She chuckled against your skin before continuing to bite and suck on the sensitive skin. She would leave a mark before moving over to another part of your thigh, determined to mark up your skin.

She continued to bite and suck on the skin until she was satisfied with how many marks were visible on your thigh.

She lifted her head slightly, looking over the marks left on your thigh. You were sure there’d be a constellation of hickeys by morning.

“Look how pretty you are,” she said, gently running her fingers over the marks. “All marked up.”

You try to close your legs. There’s a small (large) wet patch on your panties.

She chuckled and stopped you from closing your legs with her thigh. “Not so fast, baby,” she said, her smirk returning.

She slowly ran her fingers up your inner thigh, stopping right before she reached your core. Her thumb hooked on the waistband of your underwear. “All marked up just for me.”

You let out a whine as her thumb hooked around the waistband of your underwear. She was so close to where you wanted her, but she continued to tease.

“Please,” you breathed out, “please touch me. Stop teasing me.”

“Only because that pleading tone sounds so good,” she mumbled as your please earned a reaction out of her.

She gently pushed your thighs further apart before beginning to press gentle kisses to your inner thighs. Her lips left a trail of kisses until she was right by your cunt.

“So needy for me,” she said, her breath fanning over your clothed pussy.

You let out a soft moan at her words, pushing your hips up slightly. “Only for you,” you mumbled, trying to get any kind of friction you could.

She chuckled teasingly before running her thumb over your damp underwear. You shudder under her touch, wanting more than what her hands were giving you.

“Already wet for me,” she mumbled as she continued to slowly run her thumb back and forth over your clothed clit. She liked watching you squirm, enjoying how you tried to get her to give you more than her touch.

Her hand began to pull your underwear down your legs, but she stopped for a moment. “Lift your hips for me,” she said.

You followed her instructions, lifting your hips up as she began pulling your underwear down your body. She discarded the garment somewhere in the room before her eyes trailed back up to your body.

Her eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of your naked torso for the first time. “So beautiful,” she mumbled, running her hands up your thighs.

She gently spread your legs, taking in the sight of your body. Her eyes flicked up to your face, seeing how flustered you were.

“Relax,” she mumbled, rubbing gentle circles on your thighs. “I’ll take care of you.”

Before you could respond, she leaned forward and gently blew on your pussy.

You let out a squeak at the action, your hands grasping at the sheets beneath you. She smirked against your skin, enjoying seeing you so worked up for her.

“Already so sensitive and I’ve barely touched you,” she murmured, dragging her lips over your folds.

“Please…” You breathed out, your breathing getting heavier already. Her lips and breath against you was enough to drive you crazy, and she hadn’t even begun yet.

She hummed against your skin, continuing to lightly brush her lips over your core, leaving teasing kisses.

She chuckled before finally swiping her tongue through your folds, leaving a trail of wetness from the action. You let out a gasp again, and she hummed against you again, causing a vibration.

“So sensitive,” she mumbled, her hot breath fanning over your skin again.

Her tongue began to slowly move over your core, licking at your sensitive skin. Her lips latched on to your clit, sucking on it gently.

You moan and tangle your fingers in her hair, tugging on her roots. “Paige, I—“

She groaned against your skin at the feel of you tugging her hair, not expecting the action. She sucked on your clit for a moment longer before pulling her mouth away.

“Use your words, baby,” she murmured, gently biting your inner thigh before looking up at you. “You look so pretty when you’re all flustered and needy.”

“Fuck, keep touching me.” You moan out.

She chuckled at your moan. “Needy, are we?”

She began to run her tongue along your folds again, slowly circling your clit. You moan again as you grip at her hair, pushing her head closer to your cunt.

“Paige, ple—“ You moaned out as she began nipping and sucking on your clit again, lapping her tongue over your sensitive bud. The feeling of her tongue against you made your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.

She groaned against you, enjoying the way you were tugging her hair once more. Her hands gripped your thighs, digging into the skin.

She continued to work her tongue over your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Her hands grabbed at your thighs, squeezing the skin. She knew tomorrow morning there’d be red handprints all over the skin.

You began to squirm beneath her, her tongue bringing you closer to release. “P, need your fingers.”

She smirked against your skin before gently biting your inner thigh. “Bossy,” she muttered before gently flicking her tongue over your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

You let out another moan before tugging on her hair again. “Please.” You breathed out, wanting more from her. “please, fingers.”

Her smirk widened at your pleas, loving how desperate you were for her touch. She removed one hand from your thigh, bringing it closer to your pussy.

Her fingers gently teased around your entrance, not giving you the want you wanted. “Needy,” she murmured against you, “so desperate for my touch.”

She circled her fingers around your entrance, still not inserting them. She pressed light kisses to your inner thighs, wanting to hear you whimper again.

“Stop teasing,” you whine, trying to push your hips down against her fingers, wanting anything. “Need your fingers. Make me feel good.”

Her hands grabbed your hips, holding you in place so you couldn’t move them.

Her smirk widened again before she finally pushed a finger inside of your cunt. You gasped at the feeling, the feeling of her finger finally inside of you.

“You’re so tight,” she mumbled against your skin, watching your face while she slowly pushed her finger in and out of you.

Her tongue began to slowly run over your sensitive skin again, working together with her finger to bring you to orgasm.

You gasped again at the combination of her tongue and fingers, a moan getting caught in your throat. Your hands fisted the sheets as your body grew hot. “Close,” you breathe out as her finger curled inside of you.

She looked up briefly to see your face, your eyes shut, your lips parted, your hair splayed out on the pillows. She thought you looked absolutely beautiful like this.

She continued to curl her finger inside of you, hitting the spot that made you see white. Her tongue began to swirl over your clit, adding even more stimulation.

“Baby, gonna—“ you gasp out, your thighs beginning to tremble. “Gonna cum, baby, please don’t stop.”

Her smirk widened, and she added a second finger, thrusting into you relentlessly.

Her fingers and tongue worked in sync, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. She could tell you were close from the way you began to moan her name.

She kept working her fingers and tongue, determined to watch you cum. Her fingers continued to curl inside of you, each move bringing you closer and closer.

Your breathing began to get heavier, your body getting hot. You were close, so close. You felt your release beginning to build, her fingers and tongue bringing you to your climax.

“Paige, baby, gonna—“ you gasp out, unable to finish your sentence before you felt yourself let go.

Your body convulsed, a moan getting caught in your throat. Your thighs trembled as your body rode out its high, your legs shaking around her head.

She groaned against your skin, feeling your thighs tighten around her head as your body convulsed beneath hers. Her fingers and tongue continued to work you through your climax, wanting to milk all she could.

She looked up at you to watch your face, watching you lose yourself completely. You were beautiful. You were gorgeous.

Eventually, she removed her fingers and tongue when you began to come down, leaving gentle kisses on your skin.

Your body felt exhausted, breathing heavily, as you attempted to come back down from your high. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting her gaze.

She smirked a bit and gently moved so that she was lying next to you, pulling you against her. “Feel good?” She asked, her tone somewhat cocky.

You groaned softly and buried your face into her neck. “Shut up,” you mumbled, still out of breath.

Her smirk turned into a grin as she held you against her. “I’m assuming that means I did good,” she joked, gently rubbing her hand over your back.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumbled against her skin, trying to sound annoyed but your tone betrayed you when your lips curled into a small smile. “You know what you did.”

She chuckled, continuing to rub her hand over your back. “You know you loved it,” she replied, her cocky tone returning.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, finally lifting your head up to look at her. “You’re the best. Are you happy now?”

She smirked again and grabbed your chin in her hand, holding your face in front of hers. “Now that you’re mine?” she said before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Extremely.”

[rafecameroninterlude]

rafe + mean!reader orgasm control

warnings: friends with benefits, mean!reader, dark!reader, orgasm control, degradation (i promise rafe loves it <3), orgasm denial, fluff (just a lil)

a/n: this is so evil your req is perfect bb!!

“please, just let me touch you.” you smiled wickedly, shaking your head as rafe shuddered underneath your gaze. “let you touch me? no fucking way.” he swallowed thickly, your laugh echoing in his ears. “look at yourself.” you tugged on the roots of rafe’s hair, making him examine himself in the mirror. “this is the big bad rafe cameron that everyone is so scared of? how pathetic.” you whispered the last part in his ear.

your eyes traveled down his reflection, his cock rock hard. “what do you think people would say if they saw you like this? so needy and desperate while i still have all my clothes on?” he looked up at you as you stood between his thighs. “beg for it.” you giggled at the way his jaw clenched, running a nail underneath his chin. “please, ‘wanna make you feel good.” his hands rested on the back of your thighs, kneading the flesh there.

“yeah? it looked like you wanted to make that touron feel good, too.” at the mention of the girl he had on his lap all night long, rafe groaned, meeting your stare. “that was stupid of me, i-” you shushed him, rolling your eyes. “i don’t care who you do, ‘cameron, we have a ‘no strings attached’ arrangement, remember?” rafe blinked, watching as you slowly pushed him down on your bed. you were by far his favorite view, his heart skipping a beat when you started pulling down the straps of your dress.

“you look so good like this.” his chest rose and fell as you traced the ridges of his muscles. rafe thought he’d die if he couldn’t cup you through your bra, the swells of your breasts making him run his tongue across his bottom lip. without warning, you wrapped a hand around his length, a groan tumbling from his throat. “oh, fuck,” you gripped him at the base, leaning down to take his lips in your own. rafe kissed you like a man starved, physically restraining himself from flipping both of you over so he could have his way with you.

“you’re killing me, y/n.” his eyebrows knitted together, mouth falling open in a silent moan. you picked up your speed, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “good.” he half laughed, the smile dropping from his face when you ran your thumb over the head of his cock. “i’m not going to last long.” rafe shook his head, groaning to himself. “already?” you teased, the man in front of you shooting daggers in your direction.

you felt his hips stutter, his jaw going slack as his head rolled to the side. knowing rafe was on the edge of finishing, you pulled away, his body writhing with need. “no, no, no, why did you stop?” he sat up, panting for air. the look on his face was priceless. dark eyes, swollen lips, you couldn’t deny the way he made butterflies flutter in your tummy. letting your dress fall to the ground, rafe didn’t care anymore, too sexually frustrated to allow you to keep up your cruel ministrations.

a yelp left your lips when he pulled you on top of him only to roll you over and pin you beneath him. “you’re cute just as you are stupid.” you cooed, hand finding his length once again. “you know what’s going to happen?” rafe hummed, his head falling on your shoulder. “i’m gonna get you right on the edge again, ‘wait until you’re about to blow your load before i kick you out.” he knew you meant every word, having not been the first time you do this.

“you’re cruel, you know that?” he huffed out, pecking your temple. you tried to keep the flutter of your heart at bay, ultimately betraying yourself when you met his gaze. “maybe. but that’s why you keep crawling back for more.. literally.” rafe shut his eyes momentarily, the strokes of your hand sending a shiver down his spine. “please, please, please.” you kept a steady pace, making him look you in the eyes as he neared pure euphoria.

“your pretty face isn’t making this any easier for me.” rafe said through gritted teeth, welcoming the kisses you trailed across his chest. he knew when he felt you smile against his skin, you were going to kill him with your next words. “go home, rafe.” you pushed him softly, moving out from underneath him and settling in the comfort of your sheets. he blinked, the tension in his abdomen melting away into nothing.

even though this was torture for him, he loved every second of it. you were the only girl that didn’t give him what he wanted, and for that reason he found himself absolutely hooked. rafe kept his eyes trained on you as he got dressed, admiring your features before he opened your bedroom door. “i’ll be by tomorrow..” you hummed, turning away from him. “of course you are.”

[skywalkerrenthusiast]

FOREVER THINKING ABOUT HELAENA AND THE SWORM OF SHIT HOT TAKES THAT ARE ABOUT TO COME OUT ABOUT HER‼️‼️‼️

FOREVER THINKING ABOUT HELAENA AND IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING. She and an innocent child were the first to pay for her families crimes. And she's not as bad as some of yall will think after this.

We are meant to sit with Helaena. she has this thing called dragon dreams, which are visions of the future, but they can be very unclear and hard to figure out.

She was saying how she was afraid of the rats. In the morning, when Aegon came for Jae, she muttered a vision. She could already feel the doom creeping in, it's why she tries to share her feelings with Aegon! But he can't understand, no one can. Not even her. And she's left to sit in her feeling of doom.

Alone.

Then BOOM

Two betrayers (rats) came to kill Aemond who killed Lucerys. But instead, they decided to kill HER son, just a boy!

And she tried to be present at first! To protect her babies. To give them money because they kept talking about themselves getting paid for a kill but the motherfuckers wouldn't BUDGE!!

And you can just SEE the moment the trauma and fear of the moment starts to hit her. A thousand thoughts fly through her head, and then...? she completely shuts down. She ends up pointing to her son, but she just seems so out of it while she's doing so! She doesn't scream or cry or beg. She just looks like a mix of completely not in the moment, as if shes leaving the moment, and viscerally horrified at the same time. She sees them grabbing her boy and can only stare as she makes her way to the opposite bed. Knowing of and yet *unable* to make herself try and stop the tragedy that is about to unfold itself in her boys bed.

She grabs her girl and just walks out of the room, and you can hear her breathing and breathing as she walks. And just as she starts to come back to herself, just a little. You can hear the sound of the Jaehaerys head being cut off and you can *tell* she hears it too because she makes these vague horrified little sounds as she walks and walks and walks endlessly to her MOTHERS room. It's almost like those sounds drag her back under. And she keeps walking.

she never yelled for a guard as she walked, she didn't scream she just went to the safest place she could think of. And that was with her mother. She walks in the room and walks in on her mom in bed with her sworn protector and that brings her back from out of the waves of her mind if only for a moment but she's just in so much fucking shock that all she can do is collapse on the floor while holding her girl and say "they killed the boy"

And it all happens so fast! And in the moment, all I could think was, WHY DID SHE POINT TO HIM?!! But for *this* telling of the story, it made sense. She shut down. In her right state of mind, she would NEVER have simply pointed, she tried not to! but she just completely shuts down, just blocks it all out and then POINTS. And that scene, that moment, it's not about what the stronger or braver or more motherly choice might've been! Because Helaena was in no state to make it! She just couldn't have! And it's so heartbreaking. At that moment, the camera only follows her because we are meant to *BE* her. We are meant to sit with her in that moment in time. To share in her horror. So it's not about what we think the right choice might've been. It's about what helaena was *capable* of doing in that moment, in the face of her horror, about how this is a moment she will have to think back on for as long as she shall live.

because i know she's gonna be so fucking horrified with herself when it all comes back to her, when she truly understands what happened. And I also know we are about to get SO many trash hot takes about Her "being a bad mother" and how she just "betrayed her son" as if she didn't have those kids at 13 and they were her LIFE! I'm crying for her. The twins were so little, and she was no fighter or schemer, and yet her son, her and even her daughter are the FIRST fucking ones to pay for her families crimes!

She'll live in that moment of horror for the rest of her life.

[trueebeauty]

It's a regular afternoon at U.A., and you're in the training grounds with your boyfriend, the one and only Bakugo Katsuki. He's been working on a new move, all explosive power and razor-sharp precision. You, on the other hand, have been practicing your own quirk, pushing your limits.

Maybe you pushed a little too hard.

"Shit!" you hiss as your quirk backfires. A sharp pain lances up your arm, and you look down to see a nasty cut, blood welling up in crimson beads.

Bakugo's head snaps around at your curse. His crimson eyes widen a fraction - to anyone else, it would be imperceptible, but you know him well enough to see the flash of concern. "Oi!" he barks, stomping over. "The hell did you do?"

You wince, both at the pain and his volume. "Pushed too hard, I guess."

He scowls, but it's his worried scowl, not his angry one. Roughly gentle, he takes your arm, inspecting the cut. "Tch. Dumbass. You're supposed to go beyond your limits, not break yourself."

The cut stings, and honestly, you're feeling a bit shaken. Training accidents happen, but still...

"It's just a scratch," you say, trying for nonchalance.

Bakugo snorts. "That's not a fucking scratch, you idiot." But his touch is gentle as he takes your arm, inspecting the wound. "Recovery Girl's gonna have a field day with this."

You wince, not just from the pain but at the thought of another lecture on caution. Bakugo notices - of course he does, he notices everything about you - and his scowl deepens.

"C'mon," he grunts, tugging you up. "Let's get this cleaned up before you bleed all over the damn place."

“Recovery Girl's probably busy with the other extras. I've got a first aid kit in my room."

You nod, letting him lead you back to the dorms. His grip on your good hand is firm, grounding. This is Bakugo's way of comfort - not soft words, but solid presence.

In his room, he sits you on his bed and kneels in front of you. The first aid kit appears from a drawer, and he gets to work.

"Stay still," Bakugo grunts, rummaging through the kit. "And don't bleed on my sheets."

You snort. "Sorry, I'll try to control my involuntary bodily functions."

"Tch. Smartass." But there's a twitch at the corner of his mouth, almost a smile.

He pulls out an antiseptic wipe, tearing the packet open with his teeth. "This'll sting," he warns, his rough voice softening.

"I can handle it," you say bravely. But when the antiseptic touches your wound, you can't help but hiss. "Ow!"

"Crybaby," Bakugo mutters. But his movements slow, his touch becoming feather-light. "Thought you could handle it?"

"Shut up," you grumble, but there's no heat in it. You're too busy marveling at how gentle he's being.

His hands, so destructive in battle, are surprisingly deft as he cleans every inch of the cut. You watch him work, mesmerized by the contrast. These hands that can level buildings are now treating you like you're made of glass.

"What?" he asks, noticing your stare.

"Nothing," you murmur. "Just... you're good at this."

He shrugs, but you catch the pleased glint in his eyes. "Can't have my boyfriend bleeding out because they can't dress a damn wound."

"Your boyfriend, huh?" you tease. It's still new, this thing between you, and every time he acknowledges it, your heart skips.

Bakugo's cheeks dust pink. "Don't," he growls, but there's no bite. He's too focused on wrapping your arm in a clean bandage.

"Not too tight?" he asks, voice gruff but eyes soft.

You flex your fingers. "It's perfect. Thanks, Katsuki."

He nods, sitting back on his heels. His thumb brushes over the bandage, a touch so light you almost think you imagined it. But then he looks up at you, and the raw emotion in his crimson eyes steals your breath.

"Don't do that again," he says quietly. "Getting hurt. It's... it pisses me off."

You understand what he's not saying. In Bakugo-speak, 'it pisses me off' means 'it scares me'. You reach out with your good hand, cupping his cheek. He leans into it, just a fraction.

"I'll be more careful," you promise. "Can't have the great Katsuki Bakugo worrying about little old me, right?"

"Damn right," he mutters, but he's leaning in now, forehead resting against your knee. It's as close to vulnerable as Bakugo gets.

You card your fingers through his spiky hair, marveling at how soft it is. For a moment, the world shrinks to just this: you and Bakugo, his hands now resting gently on your thighs.

"Hey, Katsuki?" you whisper.

He grunts in response, not moving.

You hold out your newly bandaged arm. "Kiss it better?"

Bakugo freezes. He looks up at you, one ash-blond eyebrow arching high. "That's not my fucking quirk," he says, voice dry as the desert.

But you see it - the faintest tinge of pink on his cheeks, the way his eyes soften just a fraction. You've got him on the ropes, and you both know it.

"Please?" you whine, pouting for extra effect. "It really hurts, Kacchan."

He glares at you, but there's no real heat in it. "You're such a damn baby," he mutters. But he's already lifting your arm, his calloused fingers achingly gentle.

Bakugo brings your arm to his lips. He presses a kiss to the bandage, feather-light. Then another, and another, trailing up your arm. His lips are warm, a bit chapped from his quirk. Each kiss feels like a tiny spark, but the good kind, the kind that lights you up inside.

"There," he grunts, cheeks now definitely red. "Happy now?"

You hum contentedly, but you're not done yet. Leaning in, you whisper, "You know... I think I've got a scar on my lips too."

Bakugo's eyes widen, then narrow. "You little shit," he breathes, "You planned this, didn't you?"

"No," you admit, grinning. "But I want it."

He knows you're playing him, but oh, does he want to be played. "You're pushing it," he growls, but he's already leaning in.

"You love it," you whisper against his lips.

He doesn't deny it. Instead, he kisses you, and it's nothing like the gentle pecks on your arm. This is pure Bakugo - fierce, passionate, a little bit explosive. His hand cradles your face, thumb brushing your cheek, while the other pulls you against him.

When you part, you're both breathless. Bakugo rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed. "You're gonna be the death of me," he mutters, but there's no heat in it. Just a grudging acceptance that yes, he'd let you lead him anywhere.

You grin, nuzzling into his neck. "I love you too.”

He snorts, but his arms tighten around you. 

[lovelyliv0]

olderbrotherbestfriend!ghost x reader 18+ (MDNI)

you were chilling at home in your living room as you hear the door bell ring.

you go and answer the door and it was your older brother best friend, Ghost. the big, 6'5 military soilder.

you're not gonna lie, he was hot. but he wouldn't be someone you would go for because you didn't want anything to happen between him and your brother.

"hey ghost, are you here to see my brother?" you ask.

"actually.. I was here to talk to you." he said with his husky, British accent.

"oh, yeah, come on in. do you need anything?" you ask him as you close the door behind him as he walks in.

he didn't even look behind you when he muttered a "no" behind his mask.

you both go and sit down on the couch, across from each other. you sit with your legs together as Simon sits with his leg spread a little with his arms hanging in-between his thighs.

"so, what did you need to tell me?" you question him as you look into his eyes with his mask still on. his blue eyes looking you up and down before looking away and leaning back into the couch.

"look love, I don't want our friendship to go away after I say this but.." he trails off. "love, I think you're gourgous. you're funny, smart, and just overall just an amazing girl and I want you to know these feelings I have for you.."

you were left speechless. you knew he like girl before but you have never looked like anyone of them, so you never would have thought he would be interested in you.

"well, uh.." you stubble on your words, unable to let your thoughts leave your mouth.

"love, do yo-"

"we can't ghost." you interpret him. "you're 4 years older than me and my brothers friend. even if I wanted to, we cant."

you look at him as he gets up and picks you up, just to set you back down again, only on his lap this time.

you start to turn a bright shade of red as you can hear a soft chuckle coming from his mask.

you start to feel his thighs tighten up. you could feel the muscles rub against you're clothes clit.

"fuck lovie, I thought you didn't want me, hm?"

"f-fuck..." you moan out, feeling something build up in your stomach, soon losing that feeling as simon takes you off of his lap.

you whimper, missing that sensation. Simon then chucling as he takes of both your shirt and pants, as well as his.

soon, you're left in just your bra and panties and him in his boxer.

he then takes you back into his lap, taking off your bra and starts sucking on your tits.

you moan out as he kneeds one with his big, strong hand and suck and nip on the other.

"omg... ghost.." you moan ad he takings his mouth off your tit with a pop sound.

"no, my name is not ghost to you, it's simon." he says as he pickw you up from his lap and sets you down laying down on the couch.

he slowly pulls down your panties to see your pussy glossy from how wet you are for him.

"dam princess, you enjoying this?" you smirked as he starts to like at your folds.

"omg.." you moan out as he starts to suck on your wet pussy, slurping and nibbling at your pussy.

"f-fuck simon... I need you..." you whimper out, causing him to chuckle while still tounge deep inside your cunt.

he takes one final lick as he takes his head out of your pussy and starts kissing ou, making you taste yourself as he pulls down his boxers.

you break the kiss and look down to see his cock spring out, causing you to gasp a little.

he was huge. at least 9 inches, maybe more, covered in veins, and rock hard.

he noticed you staring because he soon says, "it's ok princess, we can go slow." he reassures you.

all you could do is nod as he lays his cock on your pussy, causing you to clench at nothing.

"I'm gonna slowly go in, ok?" as you nod.

"words love."

"yes.. that's ok"

he nods as he slowly pushes inside you. you cry out, never taking someone as big as him or as thick as him.

he made sure you were ok as he slowly pushed more inside of you.

you and ghost stay in the same position as you start to get used to his girthy cock inside of you.

"you can.. go now" you moan out, him just grunting in response.

he started to slowly thrust in and out of you, causing you to grip his back, possibly leaving scratches to his already manybattle wonds.

"omg.. Simon! fuck!" you cry out as he starts to slowly pound your puffy pussy.

he grunts as he starts thrusting deeper and deeper, pulling your legs above your head to getting deeper inside your abused cunt.

"shit princess, you're do tight around my cock. fuck" he grunts in your ear.

you start to feel him twitch inside you, making you know that he's about to come.

"oh god.." you moan out as you feel that same stomach feeling you felt earlier.

"fuck I'm gonna come.. I'm gonna come inside ok?" he says as he pounds harder inside of you.

with one final hard thrust, you feel your legs shake as your release mix with his.

you feel a hot, sticky rope shot inside of you as your legs still tremble from your own release.

ghost then grunts as you feel him exit your hot pussy. you whimper, missing the feeling of being full.

he moans as he see his seed fall out of your wet cunt, leaving your thighs covered in his juice.

"fuck baby, you look so good with my seed dripping out of you like that.." he grunts as he leans down to kiss you.

"listen lovie, I love you, you don't have to say it back but I just wanted-"

"I love you too simon.." you say to him, interrupting him.

you both look at each other and start to fall into a deep kiss again.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

The Scenic Route

More dead boys! Post-canon, Payneland, pre-slash/getting together-ish, bestieism, bickering, sex talk/innuendo and soppiness. 2k. Enjoy!

Also on Ao3 (need to be signed in to read)

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"Cheer up, Edwin," said Charles, brightly. "Might never happen."

Edwin gave Charles a look so haughty it had its own title. "It very much has happened, Charles." He sniffed and straightened out his newspaper with attitude, the rustle of it loud and sharp as a whip crack. "I don't see why we couldn't have simply hopped through the mirror and met Crystal there."

"At this point, Edwin, I'm in total fucking agreement," said Crystal, not opening her eyes. She was burrowed under her coat like a blanket, doing her best to make the uncomfortable upright seat look like a cosy bed. Fortunately this train car was basically empty, so she had space to stretch across two seats – and no one close by to comment on the floating newspaper across the table and the fact she was having a barney with it. "You're like, the worst person to travel with."

"He's just not used to taking the scenic route," Charles joked, nudging Edwin's shoulder. "Whole world out there if you look up from the crossword, mate."

"I've already finished the crossword," said Edwin.

"With my help," Crystal pointed out.

"I died in nineteen sixteen. How am I supposed to know which songstress recorded 'Strike Me Once More'?"

"’Hit Me Baby One More Time’," said Charles.

"Atrocious name for a song," Edwin muttered. "I was given to believe violence against women was frowned upon in this day and age. And yet here you are, making popular songs about it."

"It's a metaphor, innit?" said Charles. His brow furrowed. "I think. Haven't heard it."

"We get it. You're both old ," Crystal groaned. "Now shut up, I'm trying to sleep. Some of us still need to do that."

"You would've had more luck in my day," said Edwin, wrinkling his nose in distaste at their surroundings. "Decent benches, private compartments. Of course, travelling without a chaperone might’ve raised issues. I hardly think Charles and I count, given that no one but you can see us."

"And we're lads." Charles winked at her. "Fit, single lads."

Edwin gave him a withering look over his paper. "Yes, that as well." He flipped through to the personal ads, voice dry as a bone. "Lord only knows what tomfoolery we could be getting up to without supervision."

"No offense, Edwin," said Crystal. "But I don't see you and me getting up to 'tomfoolery' no matter what century we're in."

"Hm. Something else we can agree on."

"Well, I'm game," Charles grinned, folding his arms on the table and waggling his eyebrows. "Never done tomfoolery on a train before."

Crystal snorted. "Don't. Not fun. And don't ask me how I know that,” she said, cutting Charles off sharpish before he could quiz her. “Anyway, without Edwin's fancy private compartments your options are the bathroom or risk a sneaky handjob in your seat."

Edwin perked up. "There's that word again. Charles, you never did tell me what it means."

Charles winced. "Didn't I? Um. Right. Basically, yeah, it's when you..." 

"If you're gonna sit here giving grandpa a sex ed class, I am definitely getting up for coffee," Crystal muttered, throwing her coat aside and levering out of her seat. 

"Sure you don't wanna weigh in?" Charles called after her. He fully expected the middle finger she flipped him before stomping off down the aisle.

"So," said Edwin primly, newspaper set down in exhange for his notebook. He was poised and at the ready with his pen in two seconds flat. "Handjobs."

Charles squirmed. "It's not exactly arcane knowledge, mate," he said, struggling to look Edwin in the eye. "It's when you..." he made a strangled noise, and a descriptive hand gesture. "Y'know. For another bloke."

Edwin watched his hand, and realisation dawned. "Ah,"  he said, slowly tucking his book and pen away. "Indeed." He sniffed. "Crude name."

"Well, what would you call it?"

"Well. I haven't an equivalent term for the act as... bequeathed to another, so to speak.”

Charles bit his lip, holding back a grin. Who the fuck else in his life would use bequeathed in normal conversation? In a sex conversation? He crossed his arms before he could do something stupidly soppy and fond, like drop his head onto Edwin's shoulder and ask him to list his favourite words.

Edwin carried right on, oblivious to Charles' little moment. “But my father would've referred to the solo variation as ‘self-abuse’."

Charles snorted. "'Course he would."

"Yes, it was... a different time." He picked up his newspaper with an air of rigid discomfort. "People are certainly much more liberal in that regard nowadays."

"Yeah. Nowadays." Charles watched him closely. He'd always been a buttoned-up sort of chap, but. Since all that stuff in Port Townsend, with Monty and that bloody Cat King he'd... opened up, sort of. Wasn't going out snogging people or reading dirty mags in the office or anything, 'least not as far as Charles knew. But there was a curiosity in him, now. Something in those keen eyes that sparked up, latched onto certain things. All still wrapped up in good old fashioned Edwardian manners, of course, but Charles knew Edwin like the back of his hand – and he knew what his face did when he was interested in something. Just so happened what he'd been interested in lately was, well. Blokes. Some more than others. "You never try it then?" Charles teased. "The old, uh. Self-abuse?"

Edwin couldn't exactly, literally blush on account of being dead, but Charles could spot the signs. "Privacy was hard to come by," he said, carefully measured.

Charles raised his eyebrow. "But not impossible?"

"...No. No, not impossible." He cleared his throat. "Perhaps we should change the subject. Crystal will be returning shortly. Impolite to discuss it in mixed company."

Charles chuckled and sank back in his seat, casting his eyes out the window. The countryside rolled by, arid and golden. "Never been to France before."

"I suppose we haven't had any cases lead us here," said Edwin. "Nor have we had the need to travel through it," he added, voice clipped and curt. "Up until recently , that is."

"Got a right bee in your bonnet about the bloody travelling, haven't you?" said Charles. "C'mon, mate. Not like you and me are short of time, innit? Got all eternity to sit on bloody trains if we want to."

"I can think of better things to do with our time."

"Well – think of Crystal, yeah?" Charles reasoned. "I mean, she's alive. She's got what, eighty years or something left to be alive. How d’you think she feels 'bout having to spend half of it on public fucking transport?"

Edwin sighed. "Being alive was rather inefficient, in retrospect."

"I'm just saying... don't hurt to keep her company, eh?" He offered his best winning smile – and he had a good winning smile. “She's one of us, in't she?

Edwin rolled his eyes, but for once he didn't argue – Charles had him, and he knew it. "I'll... endeavour to be lenient," he offered.

"That's right big of you,” said Charles. He let their knees knock under the table. "Don't worry, not saying you have to be nice or anything. Just give the grumbling a rest for a bit, yeah?"

Edwin smirked. "Very wise of you to manage your expectations. 'Nice' is not a particular specialty of mine."

"I know." Charles grinned. "That's alright. I like it when you're a rude prick."

Edwin looked at him, and the hard lines of his face softened some. "Yes, you do seem to," he said; light, fond . "An ailment for which I fear there's no cure."

Charles ducked his head, smiling something daft. "We should do France properly sometime,” he said. “Go to Paris. Bet there's a load of old bookshops and that in Paris.”

Edwin brightened, with a little happy hum. "Capital idea, Charles. I haven't had reason to practice my French in some years." Then he sighed, proper dramatic. "Though I suppose we'll be taking the train again."

"Depends on if Crystal wants to come."

"Why wouldn't she?" Some of the stiffness had returned to Edwin's shoulders, but he was doing an alright job of hiding it. Anyone who wasn't Charles might not've noticed at all. "I daresay you two will want to take in the romantic sights while I peruse the booksellers."

Charles chuckled. 

Edwin flashed him an annoyed look. "It's a fair assumption."

"Yeah, well, we're not exactly like that."

"Is that so?"

Charles shrugged. "Had a bit of fun, but. She's still figuring some stuff out. Not looking for anything serious."

Edwin hummed, tightly, eyes fixed on the newspaper. 

Charles swallowed the lump of anxiety in his throat, and flicked the corner of the paper to get his attention. "Besides: had some stuff to figure out myself, too, haven't I?"

Edwin froze, the paper rustling in his hands as his fingers tightened on it. "Oh." He glanced furtively to Charles, while obviously trying not to look furtive. For a detective, he was a right crap actor, sometimes. "Yes. How is that... progressing?"

Charles rolled his neck, tilting his face in Edwin's direction. Edwin looked right strange, perched all prim and proper on the polyester train seat with its bowling alley fabric pattern. Charles could almost squint and see through time, to how he would've looked on a train in the nineteen hundreds; surrounded by wood panels and velvet, by family who wouldn't touch him unless it was to fix his hair, straighten his bowtie. He looked out of place here – but he was right next to Charles, so actually, he was exactly where he ought to be. And the afternoon sun on the yellow fields looked dead pretty scattered across his cheekbones and his nose and that neat, handsome sweep of dark hair from his temple.

Yeah. Charles was figuring a thing or two out, alright.

He looked away and fidgeted, trying to shut his eyes and settle back in his seat in a way that looked relaxed, unbothered – and not like he was trying to avoid looking too closely at his best mate's lips or his eyes or his long, clever fingers. "Let's make it just a you and me thing," he said. "Paris, I mean."

There was a moment of quiet, then the sound of Edwin's newspaper coming to rest on the plastic table. "...Yes. Yes, I'd like that."

Charles smiled, and let the rhythmic motion of the train roll over him – if he had a heart, it'd be thumping in time to the clickety-clack on the tracks. He couldn't sleep, not even in the dark behind his eyelids, but he could daydream. Imagine that he could feel the sun on his face, the vibration at his back.

And while he was at it, he could reach out, just a little, and hook his pinky finger through Edwin's. Just 'cause.

A very, very small laugh escaped Edwin – almost like a runaway gasp. "I suppose," he said, mildly. "The scenic route has its charms."

 ~

Soon, the thud of Crystal's boots rejoined them, along with Crystal herself. Charles didn't even need to open his eyes, so he didn't bother.

“Charles,” Crystal greeted – and then, curtly: “Edwin.”

“Crystal.” Edwin replied, with matching coolness. But the ice soon broke on an audible, weary sigh. “Truce?” he offered.

She took a loud, long, deliberate swig of coffee before answering. Her and Edwin were peas in a dramatic, petty little pod, much as neither of them wanted to admit it. “...Truce.”

Edwin cleared his throat. “Yes. Very good.” Then, after a moment: “Thank you for your patience.”

The sounds of Crystal getting resettled stopped abruptly. Charles opened his eyes and found her half in her seat, hand and coffee cup on the table, staring at Edwin like he'd grown an extra head.

"So you're in, like… a good mood, now?” she said. “That was almost an apology. What'd I miss?”

Charles glanced sideways. Edwin had his face angled to the window – and a small, soft smile barely tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh," said Edwin lightly. His finger twitched around Charles’, just a little. Almost a squeeze. "Nothing of import."

Charles fought – and failed – to suppress a grin.

Crystal looked between them. "Charles. You didn't like..." She made the same crude handjob gesture he'd done earlier. "Give him a demonstration ...?"

Edwin squawked in indignation, Charles burst into surprised, sheepish laughter; and the golden fields outside the window gave way to row upon endless row of lavender and grapevine as Provence rolled alongside them, painting the plodding hours in green and purple.

And Edwin only complained about it ten, maybe eleven more times. New record, that!

~

Hope you liked it! Consider dropping us a comment or a reblog if you did 😊

Wrote this in part to distract myself from a horrifically busy train ride, in part as wish fulfilment while daydreaming about a world where the British public transit system isn't in shambles and I can get on a cross country train that isn't cancelled and sit in my pre-reserved seat as planned. Written and posted on my phone so apologies if that's reflected in the form and formatting!

Til next time!

[geckoed]

WHO ARE YOU?

(PART 1) turns out that reading did pop up!! which means i get to make more, hooray!! this is a mixture of intuitive reading and some cards, and it was in my drafts for a while so. please tell me if this resonates!

some trigger warnings for most piles. some of them deal with slightly heavy topics. if you're not in the right headspace to read this, don't. i will be blunt 😭.

PILE 1.

cards: strength, the empress, the fool, nine of pentacles.

people tend to view you as someone who despite not having it all 'together' doesn't really seem to care about that. this can be in a good or bad way; either you're calm and collected in a dire situation, or when something bad happens you tend to escape it. you're an airhead; you're also naive, and you view the world through rose-colored glasses. you might be a young soul. despite all of this, you're clever and you have good intuition; before letting your emotions cloud your sense of vision over, trust your gut. it's your best friend in such situations. you're picky with who you consider being close to you. you're not the type of person to consider family immediately your closest people; in your opinion, people must show they are worthy of your energy before being let into your inner circle. you're lovable, but people don't really know your true self, which makes some hesitant to tell you the truth as they are scared of what the real you thinks.

PILE 2.

cards: queen of swords, the lovers, judgement, justice.

you're a calm soul, usually. there's not much that can irritate you, other than a lack of fairness. you're not the type of person to immediately vouch for a family member if they're actually wrong, which can make some of your family members view you as stubborn and not a good person; don't be afraid of this. (pile 1 had similar messages). stand by your truth; you're blunt, honest, but despite all of this there's a cadence to you that is rare to find in others. you have a bright spark to you; you're the type of person people see at gas stations or stores and think about months later. to the people who crush on you and fall in love with you (yes, they exist 🙄 you're not unlovable) you feel like home. they want to sink into your arms and lay there. you give so much love, but you must be wary of where you put it. don't give it to the wrong people, because you will lose all of yourself if you do. sometimes this is needed; you're like a phoenix, rising from the ashes.

PILE 3.

cards: the world, the emperor, strength, king of cups.

you are literally the sun! the word 'leap' is important for some reason. you're this golden, golden person; people feel like you're stable and they can lean against you. don't let the wrong people lean against you, though. you have a good sense of self-respect, and you know you're a bad bitch and you deserve the UTMOST BEST. (if you don't know this yet, you're gonna know it soon hon). you're a lil bit intimidating, because you are soooo soooo bright and also people who are insecure of themselves often project against you. sometimes you seem like you don't give a fuck, though, and you use this to hurt people; you have to be careful, especially if your loved ones are more sensitive and emotional than you. tell them how much you love them. they love you too. also, it seems like this is the pile with childhood pains; you were not deserving of them and never will be. you seem to have started the path of healing, which is good. keep healing, keep shining. for some reason, if any of you have watched the outsiders, this pile is giving johnny vibes.

PILE 4.

cards: the hierophant, queen of wands, the devil.

on the outside people feel like they dk a lot about you. you could be a private person, or you're extremely selective with who you let in. on the inside, you're a very soft person. delicate, which is why you're very careful with who you let in. you're like a sunrise; you bring beauty to the day. you have some angelic qualities to you, but if you're angry you tend to victimize yourself because you were never taught how to deal with emotions properly. you like giving advice to people, but you really need to listen some of your own hon. i feel like this pile really likes using material things to escape their thoughts, but sometimes you have to confront them head on. also, everyone has the ability to heal and grow. you don't have to stay in pain just because it's all you know (or think you'll know).

[selfloverrrrrr]

You Don't Need Anyone Else~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Anal sex, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Geto, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

A/n : I do not write any character x character fics or character x male reader fics...but from now Gojo x Geto fics will be available in my blog...so you can ask me for SATOSUGU fics in requests too!

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were the most famous boys in jujutsu high. They were very well-known for their charms. All girls were ready to throw their body to them. Everyone knows they are bisexual. But none of them were in any relationship. But Geto Suguru had a great crush on Gojo. He never told him. But he loves Gojo...he admires Gojo soooo much. But he didn't let anyone know that.

Geto doesn't like when any girl flirts with Gojo and it's even worse when Gojo flirts back with that girl. Gojo is his... nobody else should try to get him or flirts with him.... Geto thinks. It isn't like girls don't like Geto or try to get him. Girls want Geto as much as they want Gojo. But Geto doesn't like to give them any attention. But he hate the most is whenever someone flirts with Gojo... Gojo also flirts back... Geto hates it!!!

One day Gojo was just about to enter jujutsu high when someone called him. "heyyyy.... Gojo-san???". He turned around and saw Yuta. Yuta was his childhood friend. He also reads in jujutsu high. Gojo smiled at him "yoo Yuta... seeing you after a long time...were you on some vacation or something?" Gojo asked. "Yes...how are you btw?" Yuta asked. "Yeah I'm fine" Gojo said.

"Yo Satoru... what are you doing here" Gojo saw Geto coming from inside of jujutsu high. "Oh Suguru... I was talking with Yuta" Gojo said. Geto glared at Yuta. "Um... actually I'm late I should go... Bye" Yuta said and went in the jujutsu high. "Satoru you told me to wait at the entrance of our classroom you are coming there in a minute and you were talking with Yuta?" Geto said. "Why are you jealous that I'm gonna make him my best friend?" Gojo said with a smirk. "What if I am?... is he more important than me?!" Geto said. "Suguru chill I was just talking with him!...ok I'm sorry and I'm gonna buy your lunch for it... happy?" Gojo said. Geto sighed and they both went inside.

One day Shoko gave a party at her place. Geto called Gojo.

Gojo: hello?

Geto: where are you Satoru?

Gojo: in Shoko's party... when are you coming?

Geto: tf do you mean when I'm coming? Didn't you told me that we're gonna go there together???

Gojo: oh fuck... I'm sorry Suguru! I totally forgot!! Should I come there now with my car?

Geto: no it's ok... I'm already on my way in a cab... gonna be there in a few minutes.

Gojo: okey okey... come then I'm waiting.

*Geto heard a girl's voice*

Geto: Satoru?

Gojo: hmm?

Geto: is there any girl infornt of you right now?

Gojo: oh... yes Mei Mei is here...

*Geto felt his jealousy come again but he took a deep breath and controled his anger*

Geto: okey Satoru...see you there.

Gojo: okey then...

They end the call.

Geto entered the party. Shoko greeted him. But what his eyes were searching for was Gojo. He finally saw him. And what did he saw?? Gojo was still flirting with Mei Mei! Geto went to them. "Suguru... finally here" Gojo said when he saw Geto. Geto smiled. "Can we talk?" Geto said. "Yes ofcourse... what's it?" Gojo asked. "I said Satoru can we talk?! Privately please!!!" Geto said with grinded teeth. Gojo could feel something was definitely wrong! He was taken back for a few seconds. "Y-yeah" Gojo whispered.

They both went to a side. "W-what happened, Suguru?" Gojo asked. "Why don't you stop your whore plays Satoru?" Geto said. "What?" Gojo asked. "Your fucking flirting shit which you do with 1000 of whores!" Geto replied. "Are you still mad Suguru? I'm sorry I forgot that I told you we're gonna come together" Gojo said pleadingly. "Everytime Satoru! Every. Fucking. Time....you always do this" Geto said. "I'm saying I'm sorr-" Gojo couldn't finish his sentence when Geto grabbed his face and pulled towards him. A tear almost fell from Gojo's eye. Some times Gojo really gets scared of Geto. And oh... Geto loved those moments! "You know what? Go on... gonna fix this shit later!" Geto said and let go of Gojo's face. Then he walked away and Gojo started at him.

Geto staring at Gojo the whole time from a distance. Scanning Gojo's whole body with his eyes. Maybe Mentally undressing him.... When the waitress was going to give Gojo his drink called her. Geto knows how to manipulate girls with his charms. And he did that and put something in Gojo's drink , give the waitress some money and tell her to be quiet. And she did as well.

After few times Gojo's eyes started getting blurry. Nanami was sitting beside him. He told Nanami that his head was hurting. Nanami immediately called Geto. Cause Geto is Gojo's bestfriend and roommate as well. Geto went there and put on his act. "Oh Satoru... this is why I told you not to drink too much" Geto said and bring Gojo out to Gojo's car and drove it.

Geto took Gojo in his room. Gojo's hand on Geto's shoulder and Geto's hand on Gojo's waist. "Fuck it's better now... I don't know what happened then but I couldn't see properly" Gojo said and sit on bed. Rubbing his eyes. Geto didn't replied and locked the room's door. "Suguru it's my bedroom you forgot I guess " Gojo said looking at him. "Tsk I know " Geto said walking towards Gojo. Geto grabbed Gojo's leg and pulled it. Gojo fell on his back.

Gojo: Suguru wha-

Geto: shhhh.... Satoru you talk too much you know.

Geto got on the bed on top of Gojo. He leaned over Gojo. Gojo's breath hitched.

Geto: why are you so nervous Satoru....

Gojo: Suguru what are you-

Geto: can't you really don't see Satoru?

Gojo: w-what do you mean????

Gojo asked pleadingly.

Geto: that I fucking love you!!!!!

Gojo started at Geto. Their lips were inches away.

Geto: that I fucking love you, I fucking care about you, I want you.... and you always give all attentions to those whores who doesn't even deserves these!!!! I'm obsessed with you!!!! Geto screamed.

Gojo got totally silent. Geto knows that gojo was scared right now. Geto smirked. "Don't be scared baby I didn't meant to scare you" Geto said and pressed his lips on Gojo's. Before Gojo could process Geto started rubbing Gojo's dick over his pant.

Gojo tried to push him away. But Geto wasn't going to stop. Geto could feel Gojo was getting hard. Gojo couldn't stop Geto's hand but he pushed Geto face away. Geto stopped. "Suguru sto-" before Gojo could complete his sentence Geto slapped him. "Why are you still being a bitch!!!!" Geto screamed. Gojo's tears falling down. He looked at Geto. Geto felt his heart almost stopped when he saw Gojo crying.

"I'm sorry" Geto said and went towards Gojo. Gojo was about to push him away but he realised that his hands were tied up on his back. His eyes widened. He looked at Geto. Geto cupped his face. "S-Suguru .... please" Gojo managed to say. "Don't worry baby...I know you are going to like it too" Geto whispered.

"S-stop" Gojo said. Geto pulled down Gojo's pant and started undoing his shirt. "P-please stopppp....why are you doing this?" Gojo asked. Geto could hear Gojo's breath uneven from fear. " I don't like when other boys or girls look at you " Geto said while rubbing his hand on Gojo's boxer on his erection again. Gojo's breath hitched. " You are mine.... I hate when those girls and boys of our class looks at you " Geto said tugging on his boxer. "I'm your bestfriend Satoru...I want to be more.... You don't need anyone else... it's always just me and you" Geto said and pulled down Gojo's boxer.

"PLEASE.... Please stop.... please stop" Gojo begged. Tears started forming in his eyes. Geto grabbed his dick and started stroking it. Gojo squeezed his eyes shut. "What if you want to give someone else what's mine???" Geto whispered. "I won't...I promise I won't... please just stop... I'm begging you" Gojo said. Tears started falling from his eyes. "Then you should prove it!" Geto said and licked his chest and bite on his nipple. Gojo groaned at that. Geto smirked.

Geto went down to the level of Gojo's dick and put it in his mouth. Gojo moaned loudly. Geto started rubbing his tongue around his dick. His dick was too big. Geto sucked on Gojo's tip harshly and pull out his dick with a 'pop'. Geto looked at it. Gojo's tip became so red when Geto had barely done anything yet. When Geto pulled out Gojo's dick his hips automatically bucked upwards... seeking for release. Geto looked at Gojo who's face was too red from blushing Geto smirked at that.

Geto flipped Gojo. Gojo was breathing heavily. Geto took off his pant. He lined himself with Gojo's butthole. Geto slowly pushed himself in. Gojo moaned . Geto gave Gojo some time to adjust it. Then he slowly started thursting in and out. With one of his hand he started stroking Gojo's dick. Geto started increasing the speed. Gojo was a moaning mess. Geto's dick was touching deepest parts inside Gojo. His speed became faster and harder. Gojo's hole clenched around Geto tightly. Geto smirked at Gojo's body's reaction.

Geto grabbed Gojo's hair and pulled him towards him. "F-fuck... can't believe I'm having you... I always dreamt about it!!!!" Geto moaned. Gojo's mouth was wide open. He was drooling. "Oh Satoru.... baby look at you... The strongest sorcerer becoming a mess under me" Geto whispered in Gojo's ear and bite his earlobe. Geto let go off Gojo's hair and rubbed his hand on Gojo's chest. Geto felt Gojo's nipple Harden. He pinched it. "S-Suguru...huhhh" Gojo moaned loudly. Geto's speed became too much fast and hard. They both came at the same time with too much loud moans. The curse disappeared from Gojo's hand. Gojo fell on the bed. Geto pulled out.

When Geto looked at Gojo he saw that Gojo already fell asleep. Geto cleaned both of them. He smiled watching Gojo's sleeping figure. Suddenly Gojo's phone rang. Gojo was sleeping so Geto didn't disturbed his sleep and picked up Gojo's phone. The call was coming from Shoko. Geto picked up the call. "So idiot... you finally got your crush huh? I told you for a long time that go and propose Geto but no you being shy all time! Finally got him...and gosh...the way you both were moaning!!!... remember it all happened from my party so I deserve a treat!" Shoko said on the call. Geto stopped. Then he processed the thing. That Gojo also had a crush on him?! 'so Satoru liked me? Ahhh... I get it now....he was liking it when I was being rough that's why he was acting that he isn't liking it so I'm gonna be more rough....my Satoru likes it rough, huh?' Geto thought with a smirk while looking at Gojo's sleeping figure. "Actually Shoko... I'm Geto, Gojo's sleeping right now...but thank you" Geto said and cut the call.

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[cultofdixon]

You just know sometimes

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • So much had to happen between Terminus and Alexandria…You in your situation being one of them • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Bruises / Scars / The Claimers & Cannibals Mentioned / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

You failed Daryl Dixon

You fucking failed and people have died because of it

All you were tasked to do was to keep them safe

But yet here you are…and where are they?

Fucking DEAD

Daryl snapped out of his half asleep haze with a small grunt of annoyance which caught Carol’s attention instantly. She didn’t say a word but gave him a concerned look as they were currently holding up camp in the woods after another failed attempt at staying in a neighborhood. If only the herd didn’t come through it.

It was really starting to feel like the nine months before the prison.

When the group returned to the main road, they heard someone or something running in the woods which they obvious drawn their weapons thinking a possible threat. Rick directed with his head for Daryl and Glenn to join him going into the trees to figure out what that could possibly be.

“Glenn you take the right, Daryl left, and I’ll go forward” Rick stated as they instantly acted on such.

They equally gotten far into the woods and Glenn came across nobody, but there was a blood trail that he followed until he ran into Rick. When both were now following the blood trail, Daryl was occupied by some walkers that after taking out the few he came across he noticed the blood that the others have caught on. But the trail stopped at a tree and there’s no foot prints either.

Daryl flinched when he felt acorns fall on his head resulting in him looking up to find a person, a woman holding onto the base of the tree for dear life as the branch she sat on barely supported her.

“Did you find—-“ Daryl held his hand up stopping Rick from saying anymore before pointing upward.

Rick gestured for Glenn to take another angle but she wasn’t much of a threat.

“I-I know you’re t-there. I don’t have anything”

“What makes you think we can trust—-“ Glenn stopped his question when her pack dropped to their feet. He knelt down looking further into it finding only a lighter and what looks like a shiv because she has no weapon. She probably had to get creative with walkers. Then the obvious. “Wait. Are you bit?!” He snapped instantly causing Rick to ready his gun again as Daryl elbowed him to stop.

“I would like not to be dropped on by a walker, Daryl. You can’t be too sure what happened until she makes herself—-“ Rick stopped when the woman they were talking about finally climbed down the tree.

No obvious bites

But very obvious injuries

“I’m not bitten. I’m…being chased” She stated and it didn’t take long for the four to be alerted by the commotion on the road. Which had Rick sprinting without a second thought given his kids were there.

When the leader returned to the rest of his family, he noticed they had taken care of it. There were three men. Two were taken care of and one had gotten away but not without something to show for it.

“They were asking if we’ve seen some woman, then it got a bit hairy as if we were trying to hide something from them” Abraham started.

“They threatened to hurt the kids. We were going to let them live obviously” Carol continued as she had been hovering around Judith and Carl just as much as Michonne has with Tyreese.

“The third got away. To be honest with you, he ain’t gonna make it very fair” Noah frowns gripping the strap to his weapon while looking into the direction they had come from as Rick grew anxious of another threat like the Claimers only a few of them came in contact with. Which brought into question if they should let the woman they found in with them.

Given her state and lack of weapons, she’s no threat to them besides whoever wants her dead.

“We have the woman. She’s in bad shape. No weapons but a makeshift knife that could only really take out a rotting corpse like a walker.” Rick stated waiting for any negative sign from the group that would tell him to not bring her in.

“How bad is she?” Maggie frowns growing worried before turning to the sound of footsteps finding Glenn stepping out with Daryl who helped the woman walk. “We’ll help her”

“Is that really a good idea bringing in more trouble?” Sasha questioned only for Maggie to now have an annoyed look.

“We all actively entered Terminus and practically brought ourselves more trouble. We have the upper hand with whoever these men are, they don’t stand a chance”

“Then we’ll take her in. For right now, we should make camp before it gets too dark to see where we are going” Carol added as she followed Maggie’s lead in approaching the woman to help her, noticing Daryl was glued to her suddenly when they went to help her.

Y/N is her name

Rosita forced Eugene to help her and Glenn make up the trigger line as Tara added the cans. The technique to warn them of walkers when they make up camp in open areas. Abraham took care of taking first watch after checking out their perimeter.

Daryl took the first aid kit from Maggie once she found it out of all their persons, to bring it to Y/N and help assess her injuries noticing a few of the cuts on her arms were deeper than he anticipated. None of them could do stitches in the conditions they were in. He had to manage with heavy bandaging and she let him patch her up but the second he was done, she instantly retracted into herself.

“He feels guilty”

Rick watched Carol sit beside him as they were watching the scene before them.

“What do you mean?”

“He feels guilty for Beth so he has this need to save her” Carol frowns watching Daryl take out his canteen handing it to Y/N who rejected it. Regardless of how hard he insisted. “Save everyone even if it means tearing himself down”

“Well, he’s got us. They both do”

During the night when most were asleep, Daryl took over watch for Abraham letting the man get some sleep. He noticed Y/N get up from her spot and started to move past the trigger line keeping herself quiet…that’s probably why she’s gone unnoticed at first until her escape became dire.

“Take watch” Daryl whispered to Glenn not giving him a second to respond as he was already on his leave. Maggie couldn’t help herself from stirring awake when her husband moved but she noticed the archer and couldn’t help but worry.

“Where are you going?”

Y/N stopped in her track giving him a deer in headlights kind of look, especially given the light from his flashlight shined in her eyes.

“I’m leaving” She relaxed turning away from the light as Daryl turned it off but quickly took a hold of her arm as gentle as he could. “Listen—-“

“I’m not going to listen to anything by the lines of “it’s to protect us” when we’ve all had our fair share of bullshit in this world”

“But Daryl—-“ silence was quickly met when another set of footsteps were heard, and not just one and no sound that determined a walker or frankly any of their own.

Daryl only had his knife as did Y/N. He went to reach for his but she halted him, letting the two listen for a while longer.

“That stupid bitch just had to go and get some help”

“They should’ve let her bleed to death”

“Useless pig” the third whispered but there were more to follow and Y/N gave Daryl a concerned look before suddenly booking it after she grabbed the flashlight in his hand.

A diversion is what she decided upon without telling anything to Daryl as he stood there in a bit of shock watching her fade into the night until the light of his flashlight turned on. Then the sudden shift of stealth approach those chasing her, turned into sprints and shouts. That quickly alerted the others while Daryl ran back to get his crossbow that Maggie already met him halfway on.

This was stupid Y/N thought as she ran and dodged as many trees as she could in the night. Even with a flashlight, she couldn’t help but bump into a few and that only drove the pain from her previous injuries to a higher level.

“She just ran?!”

“As a diversion one can assume” Rick sprinted after Daryl with Maggie and Carol on either side of him and Abraham, Rosita, and Michonne following shortly behind.

The trail ran dry, how it could it have run dry?

“Fucking hell!” One of the men shouted and with his anger brewing externally, he pushed one of the others onto his back. “That fucking slut just had to get loose”

The one on the floor slowly picks himself up but only for the third, who seemed to be the angriest out of them all.

“If you had tied the knots better, she would still be the squirming mess beneath me back home” the tone of his anger only made it clear that he was the leader of them all. He quickly dropped the guy when he heard footsteps as two others quickly stepped toward the sound to investigate, only for one of them to meet their end with an arrow through his eye. “Motherfuckers—-“

“If you wanna live” Which you won’t

“You’re going to want to stay right there” Rick stated after Daryl, with his gun raised as their family had their weapons drawn to the living three that were more empty-handed. “Where’s the woman? The one you are after”

“Like we are going to help you find—-“ the one on the left side of the leader dropped dead after Daryl shot another bolt. This action caused the other lesser to panic.

“S-She ran off. W-We don’t k-know where she—-“ he met his end from Maggie, who had enough of the absent of clear answers.

“I’m the last one here. If you’re smart, you wouldn’t kill me if you want to know where she is” Which he didn’t know. “She’s always been this much trouble. You’re only signing yourselves up for someone who leaves when we were only doing her a favor”

“The injuries she bears, have nothing to do with “doing her a favor”” Glenn frowns keeping his attention on the man like the others, until he felt something from above hit him. He kept his composure letting Rick take lead in talking while he looked up while the others were still focused on the man. Finding Y/N hiding in the trees but also moving herself to get above the man.

“What did you do to her?” Daryl knew from what he saw, but how it happened was still a mystery. “What did she do to you to have what happened to her, happen?”

“Asking a lot of questions. She got what she deserved and she still needs to pay for a lot of it”

Michonne gave a quick glance to Rick in a way of telling him to just end this man. But she was observant enough to hear the movement above resulting in her and Glenn grabbing the few in front (Daryl, Rick, and Maggie) to pull them back letting Y/N fall from the tree and on top of this guy.

The force causing him to collapse and Y/N instantly drove her knife into his neck. She rolled off the man leaving the knife in him as she felt hands on her resulting in a total body jerk away when it was just Daryl helping her. He didn’t help until she relaxed enough and while he helped her, Rick searched through their packs finding some food they desperately needed.

Maggie went through one of them and pulled out a few photos held together by a paper clip. Only to realize Y/N was in these photos and they weren’t what you think given she was taken by disgusting men. It was photos that originally were hers and they had taken everything of hers.

“These belong to you” Maggie said with a soft reassuring smile as she gave Y/N the photos resulting in a few tears spilling from her eyes in relief. “How’d you…even end up with these guys?”

Y/N held the photos in her hands finding one of her and her family resulting in more tears but she quickly wiped them away. “I was with my family and we got into trouble with someone? Even in the end, there are people with power and these guys were sent after us when we left…and they wanted to do certain things to me that only got my dad and brother killed trying to protect me.”

“Did they—-“

“No…I kept fighting back to a point they had enough and just” Y/N gestures to herself and her injuries which were being eyed the entire time given she’s opened a few bandages resulting in a few bleeding again.

“Let’s get back to the others…get some rest” Maggie gave a warm smile to her as they all made sure there were no more before making their way back.

Finally their group settles with no threat other than walkers…everyone slept except for Rick on watch, and Daryl and Y/N who were too awake in that moment. He helped her with new bandages but she couldn’t help but get a feeling from him.

“You…are a protective person aren’t you?”

“What?”

“When I stumbled into your group, you didn’t hesitate to invite me in and protect me from the harm that is no longer a threat”

“There will always be a threat. You’re just…a part of us now. We’re protective of each other”

Y/N couldn’t help but strike that cord.

“I would protect the next person needing to be saved if I lost someone dear to me” She didn’t need to know about Beth, all she needed to know was the feeling and that’s what she got from his.

His silence only gave her the answer. She reached out and took his hand squeezing it to reassure him even if she didn’t know how it happened, that it wasn’t his fault.

“I barely know yea, and vise versa…yet you know so much”

“I’m good at reading body language when I’m not in distress. It comes in handy”

“Hm. Well. Aside from that, get to know us without reading just body language”

“I will” Y/N smiles, giving a soft thank you when he finished the last bandage. Daryl rose to his feet going to relieve Rick of his watch but as he looked back at her, she kept a smile.

It will come in handy one day, knowing someone just from their body language.

Daryl sat on the porch railing one night with one of his homemade cigarettes in hand thinking too hard on something. His attention instantly snapping out of it when the front door opened letting Dog out but also for Y/N to step out and sit next to him.

“I don’t—-“

“I know, but I’m here” Y/N reassures every thought coursing in his mind with that smile of hers which brought him to wrap his arm around her shoulders bringing her close.

“You do just know things”

[shewrites02]

I don't know if it's okay to make a second request but can you make 14 for Zoro too? It's okay if you don't want to<333

Prompt Fourteen | Zoro x Reader |- “You said you loved me last night.” “Drunk words don’t mean shit.”

A/n: This is apart of my 400 follower event. I've decided the prompt will be more of drabbles, than full fics. Check the prompt list here: 400 follower event

WARNING: NSFW (I knowww i said no nsfw, but this one just kinda happened lol)

I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope it lives up to all your expectations! Enjoy :)

Word Count: 1.1k

How did you allow yourself to get here? So swept up and enamored with the swordsman. The first mate. Your crewmate- had life really been that cruel to you? Or was this manufacturing of your own doing? Don't think you'll ever get the answer to that., at least not now. Not staring into his drunken eye swooningly in the way you do.

"What?" Zoro asks, bringing the bottle to his lips again. You shrug, turning your face so he can't see the giddy grin that creeps up. Or the way your hands fly to your face at the feeling of warmth.

Zoro doesn't wait for your reply. Instead, his lips met yours in a slow, sloppy, passionate kiss. You can still taste the alcohol that coats his mouth.  

There were many times the swordsman has tenderly kissed you, but never have his lips tasted this intoxicating. It has you wondering what the pirate may taste on your lips. The vanilla of your lip gloss? The booze you had downed before sneaking into the green haired pirate's quarters? Or maybe it's just desire. A desperate primal need to savor the first mate .

"Touch me Zoro." You beg, though it's unbecoming. Although sober you will be cursing the memory tomorrow. You beg the swordsman for what only he can give you.

-

"Mhm ... you feel so good." Zoro grunts into your ear. 

His arms wrap around your waist pulling your bare chest flush against his. You nuzzle your head into the crook of the swordsman's neck.  Attempt to muffle your moans in his skin. The slow purr of Zoro's jagged breath has you questioning how much longer you'll last. 

"Fuck, Zoro-"   Your breath hitches in your throat at the fire that crawls across your skin. A burn that only intensifies with each thrust the swordsman makes. 

"I'm  gonna -"

The coils in your stomach snaps before your warning makes it to Zoro, but it is of no concern.  The swordsman is chasing his own relief. He holds you tighter, continues to fuck you through your high. His hold has moved from your waist to the cheeks of your ass. In quick fluid motions he is lifting you up before fully sheathing himself back into your heat. His fingertips burrow into your skin with growing fervor. The irregular, hurried pumps let you know he is close. 

"Fuck-" Zoro exhales in a ragged breath. The thread of his restraint completely unravels as he shoots his cum into you. His forehead lays against yours while his dick twitches inside you.

"I love you so much." He whispers planting a kiss to your  temple.

-

The following morning you wake to find yourself  alone in the swordsman's quarters.  The sheets ruffled, and cool to the touch in his absence. You try to fight against the furrow of your brows. The way your heart clenches at his stealthy escape. You knew the relationship- or lack thereof- you had with the pirate. Causal. Just sex. Were you foolish to believe his lust filled words were going to change that?

You unwrap yourself from the sheets. Dress in last night's clothes, to go creeping back to your quarters. You hear the rumbling of your crewmates in the galley. The sounds of breakfast beginning. The commotion has you moving in a hurried pace, praying that none of your friends would venture their way into the hall. Had no answers for all the questions they were bound to ask. It isn't long before you are presentable. As you approach, you can hear Luffy inquiring about you from down the hall.

When you push the galley doors open the entirety of the crew is at the table . They all stare back at you , awaiting an excuse for your tardiness. One that is not going to come. With a smile you take your place next to Chopper. The seat across from Zoro.

The swordsman has not met your eyes since the moment you walked in, and now was no different. His eyes cling to the plate as though the breakfast is the best Sanji has ever made.

It was an odd sight to see. The stoic swordsman, who had seen you naked , can't bring himself to look at you. Is he embarrassed? Does he regret what he said? You don't push him, wouldn't dare in the presence of all your friends. Just sit quietly eating at your food.

-

The watch on your wrist beeps aggressively at the top of the hour. A feature you are starting to regret asking Usopp for. The blaring reminder is just more evidence of how oddly the green haired pirate is acting. With a huff you push yourself to your feet. Give one last glance around before exiting the crows nest. You are moving faster than your mind can think. Before you have the opportunity to talk yourself out of it, you're storming to the pirate's quarters.

You don't bother knocking before barging right in. Zoro jumps from the bed startled by the sound. His brows furrow to the center of his face while he stares deadpan at you awaiting an explanation. An expression you return ten fold.

"We are supposed to train today... like we do every day."

With a huff the pirate rolls toward the wall turning his back to you. Mumbles something about being 'too tired' and to just train without him.

"You're being weird because you said you loved me last night!"

This has freed the pirate from any slumber that plagued him. He is now sitting upright, eye wide staring back at you. For a brief moment Zoro shifts his gaze away from you.

"Drunk words don't mean shit." he huffs.

"Is that so swordsman? cause your behavior surely isn't that of a man who didn't mean shit."

Zoro opens his mouth to speak but words don't follow. Just aimless sounds as he fumbles. Can barely maintain his composure as you are approaching with a devious smile.

"You're avoiding me. Admit it."  You tease in a whisper bent at the waist to eye the swordsman. Your hand meets his cheek , you feel the warmth before the red tinge peaks on his cheeks. "Is roronoa Zoro too scared to admit his feelings?"

"I'm not scared of shit."

In all of this back and forth the pirate has not shied away from you once. Tried to reclaim any personal space for himself . Instead he remains firm in your presence, even welcoming of your touch.

"I can tell you I love you." He mutters, darting his eyes to the lone porthole .

"Uh? Say that one more time Roronoa."

The swordsman grasps your cheeks pulling you forward till  your lips meet his. The kiss is not gentle, or soft. It is rough, demanding, but passionate all the same.  Everything the pirate is. 

"I said I love you. Don't be a brat now."' Zoro reprimands against your lips .

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[mokassong]

you and stewie have been talking but not official at uconn and your first time hooking up is right after she wins her first national championship

winner- b. stewart

paige version here

!! - smut with little plot, english isn’t my first language but i put those duolingo lessons to USE, 2.7k of smut

!! - dom!stewie because im ovulating, quite a bit of foreplay, descriptive, i used the word “core” too much, fingering and head (you receiving)

Stewie just finished playing in her first National Championship. They won, of course. Everyone is getting ready to head out, so Stewie walks out of the locker room when she spots the cheerleaders packing up their megaphones, pompoms etc.

She spots a certain cheerleader having some trouble caring her megaphone with all her other items. She walks over to you. “Need any help?” She asks softly with a smile.

“Stewie!” You exclaim, bringing her into a hug. “You won! You played so good!”

She chuckles, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Thanks, baby. You cheered me on well.”

You let her drive you back to the hotel. The entire drive, her hand found place on your upper thigh, rubbing the skin beneath your cheer skirt softly.

As you guys arrived back, you both went straight to your hotel room. As soon as the door was closed, Stewie had you pinned against the wall. Her body was pressed against yours.

“You did so good out there today,” she mumbled against your neck, pressing kisses to the skin.

“You did better, Miss National Championship winner.” You grin, tilting your head back.

She hummed against your skin before she began leaving hickeys down your neck. “And here I was gonna take you out for a nice dinner,” she whispered as her lips latched on to the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin.

“Stewie…” You muttered, bringing you arm up to grasp at the back of her jersey.

She groaned against your skin before she grabbed you thighs, picking you up. Her lips moved to your jawline, placing kisses on your skin. “But first, I wanna make a mess of you,” she muttered against your jawline.

She carried you towards the bed, laying you down gently on the mattress before crawling over you. Her eyes trailed up and down your body.

“You look so good in your cheer uniform, baby,” she said, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. A smirk tugged on her lips as she moved on hand down your body until she reached the skirt of your uniform.

“But you’d look so much better with it off,” she joked, tugging at the fabric of the skirt.

You blushed heavily before smacking her shoulder. “Shut up,” you muttered, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

She chuckled before taking your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Why should I? You’re so cute when you’re all flustered,” she said, her eyes studying you again.

Her gaze was intense, making you squirm under it. Her smirk grew, enjoying seeing you struggle under her. “Already getting so flustered and all I’ve done is pin your wrists and look at you,” she teased before shifting her body, pinning your legs with leg in between yours to prevent you from moving.

“Wait.” You say. “Wait, is this— are you going to ignore this? Tomorrow, are you going to act like this,” you gesture to the both of you, “never happened?”

Her smirk drops, being replaced with a soft frown. “Of course not, baby.” She said, her voice soft and gentle. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t wanna pretend this didn’t happen.”

She let go of your wrists, reaching up and gently brushing your hair behind your ear. “What made you think that?”

“We’re not together,” you breathe, “I don’t want this to fuck us up.”

“It won’t.” She reassured. “This isn’t going to fuck us up.”

She gently cupped your face in her hands. “Baby, I promise you that this is not going to mess us up. If anything, this helps us.”

She softly chuckled a moment before continuing, “Because I want us to be a thing, I don’t want to hide this from anybody. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. And I’m yours.”

You nod. “Okay. Okay, make me feel good.”

She chuckled, her smirk returning to her face again. “I can definitely do that.” She mumbled before moving her hands away from your face. She started to pull your cheer shirt up, lifting it above your torso before tossing the garment away.

“You’re beautiful,” she muttered as her eyes roamed your body again, studying every inch. “I’m a bit overdressed.”

She pulled her jersey off, tossing it to the side. You run your hands down her body, grasping at her abs.

She shuddered under your touch, her skin prickling at the feeling. You both knew one another well, but not at this extent.

She softly bit her lip as your hands continued to roam her body, touching every available spot. “Feels good,” she muttered, shuddering again as you let your hands glide down her side and back up her stomach.

“Yeah?” You reply, grinning. Your hands traced her abs, gently running your nails over her skin.

She shuddered yet again as her eyes shut, enjoying the sensation. “Don’t get cocky,” she mumbled out, struggling to stay composed.

She tugs at your cheer skirt. “Off.”

“You saying I can’t be cocky when I’m the one making the star basketball player shudder with little touches?” You joked before lifting your legs up, letting her slide your legs out of the skirt.

She groaned before crawling over you once again. She planted her knees on either side of your hips, effectively pinning you beneath her.

“I suppose so,” she mumbled before bringing her attention back to your body. Her lips attacked your neck, kissing and biting at the skin all over. Her teeth nipped at your collarbone, grazing across the sensitive skin.

Her hands gently grasped your hips, her fingers digging into your skin.

You let your eyes flutter close, enjoying the feeling of her lips all over your skin. You knew your neck would be covered in hickeys come tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.

You reached your hands up, tangling your fingers in her hair, lightly tugging at the roots. “Touch me.”

She groaned against your neck before she began moving down your body. Her lips left a trail of kisses down your chest before stopping just below your stomach. She lifted her head slightly, locking her gaze with yours.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” She asked, her tone cheeky.

“Fuck, you know where.”

Her smirk widened, enjoying the way she could get you flustered. She moved herself onto her stomach, situating herself between your legs.

Her eyes flicked from yours down to your thigh, and an idea popped in her head. She gently bit the skin of your inner thigh, earning a gasp from you as well as your hands grasping her hair again.

She chuckled against your skin before continuing to bite and suck on the sensitive skin. She would leave a mark before moving over to another part of your thigh, determined to mark up your skin.

She continued to bite and suck on the skin until she was satisfied with how many marks were visible on your thigh.

She lifted her head slightly, looking over the marks left on your thigh. You were sure there’d be a constellation of hickeys by morning.

“Look how pretty you are,” she said, gently running her fingers over the marks. “All marked up.”

You try to close your legs. There’s a small (large) wet patch on your panties.

She chuckled and stopped you from closing your legs with her thigh. “Not so fast, baby,” she said, her smirk returning.

She slowly ran her fingers up your inner thigh, stopping right before she reached your core. Her thumb hooked on the waistband of your underwear. “All marked up just for me.”

You let out a whine as her thumb hooked around the waistband of your underwear. She was so close to where you wanted her, but she continued to tease.

“Please,” you breathed out, “please touch me. Stop teasing me.”

“Only because that pleading tone sounds so good,” she mumbled as your please earned a reaction out of her.

She gently pushed your thighs further apart before beginning to press gentle kisses to your inner thighs. Her lips left a trail of kisses until she was right by your cunt.

“So needy for me,” she said, her breath fanning over your clothed pussy.

You let out a soft moan at her words, pushing your hips up slightly. “Only for you,” you mumbled, trying to get any kind of friction you could.

She chuckled teasingly before running her thumb over your damp underwear. You shudder under her touch, wanting more than what her hands were giving you.

“Already wet for me,” she mumbled as she continued to slowly run her thumb back and forth over your clothed clit. She liked watching you squirm, enjoying how you tried to get her to give you more than her touch.

Her hand began to pull your underwear down your legs, but she stopped for a moment. “Lift your hips for me,” she said.

You followed her instructions, lifting your hips up as she began pulling your underwear down your body. She discarded the garment somewhere in the room before her eyes trailed back up to your body.

Her eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of your naked torso for the first time. “So beautiful,” she mumbled, running her hands up your thighs.

She gently spread your legs, taking in the sight of your body. Her eyes flicked up to your face, seeing how flustered you were.

“Relax,” she mumbled, rubbing gentle circles on your thighs. “I’ll take care of you.”

Before you could respond, she leaned forward and gently blew on your pussy.

You let out a squeak at the action, your hands grasping at the sheets beneath you. She smirked against your skin, enjoying seeing you so worked up for her.

“Already so sensitive and I’ve barely touched you,” she murmured, dragging her lips over your folds.

“Please…” You breathed out, your breathing getting heavier already. Her lips and breath against you was enough to drive you crazy, and she hadn’t even begun yet.

She hummed against your skin, continuing to lightly brush her lips over your core, leaving teasing kisses.

She chuckled before finally swiping her tongue through your folds, leaving a trail of wetness from the action. You let out a gasp again, and she hummed against you again, causing a vibration.

“So sensitive,” she mumbled, her hot breath fanning over your skin again.

Her tongue began to slowly move over your core, licking at your sensitive skin. Her lips latched on to your clit, sucking on it gently.

You moan and tangle your fingers in her hair, tugging on her roots. “Stewie, I—“

She groaned against your skin at the feel of you tugging her hair, not expecting the action. She sucked on your clit for a moment longer before pulling her mouth away.

“Use your words, baby,” she murmured, gently biting your inner thigh before looking up at you. “You look so pretty when you’re all flustered and needy.”

“Fuck, keep touching me.” You moan out.

She chuckled at your moan. “Needy, are we?”

She began to run her tongue along your folds again, slowly circling your clit. You moan again as you grip at her hair, pushing her head closer to your cunt.

“Stewie, ple—“ You moaned out as she began nipping and sucking on your clit again, lapping her tongue over your sensitive bud. The feeling of her tongue against you made your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.

She groaned against you, enjoying the way you were tugging her hair once more. Her hands gripped your thighs, digging into the skin.

She continued to work her tongue over your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Her hands grabbed at your thighs, squeezing the skin. She knew tomorrow morning there’d be red handprints all over the skin.

You began to squirm beneath her, her tongue bringing you closer to release. “Stewie, need your fingers.”

She smirked against your skin before gently biting your inner thigh. “Bossy,” she muttered before gently flicking her tongue over your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

You let out another moan before tugging on her hair again. “Please.” You breathed out, wanting more from her. “please, fingers.”

Her smirk widened at your pleas, loving how desperate you were for her touch. She removed one hand from your thigh, bringing it closer to your pussy.

Her fingers gently teased around your entrance, not giving you the want you wanted. “Needy,” she murmured against you, “so desperate for my touch.”

She circled her fingers around your entrance, still not inserting them. She pressed light kisses to your inner thighs, wanting to hear you whimper again.

“Stop teasing,” you whine, trying to push your hips down against her fingers, wanting anything. “Need your fingers. Make me feel good.”

Her hands grabbed your hips, holding you in place so you couldn’t move them.

Her smirk widened again before she finally pushed a finger inside of your cunt. You gasped at the feeling, the feeling of her finger finally inside of you.

“You’re so tight,” she mumbled against your skin, watching your face while she slowly pushed her finger in and out of you.

Her tongue began to slowly run over your sensitive skin again, working together with her finger to bring you to orgasm.

You gasped again at the combination of her tongue and fingers, a moan getting caught in your throat. Your hands fisted the sheets as your body grew hot. “Close,” you breathe out as her finger curled inside of you.

She looked up briefly to see your face, your eyes shut, your lips parted, your hair splayed out on the pillows. She thought you looked absolutely beautiful like this.

She continued to curl her finger inside of you, hitting the spot that made you see white. Her tongue began to swirl over your clit, adding even more stimulation.

“Baby, gonna—“ you gasp out, your thighs beginning to tremble. “Gonna cum, baby, please don’t stop.”

Her smirk widened, and she added a second finger, thrusting into you relentlessly.

Her fingers and tongue worked in sync, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. She could tell you were close from the way you began to moan her name.

She kept working her fingers and tongue, determined to watch you cum. Her fingers continued to curl inside of you, each move bringing you closer and closer.

Your breathing began to get heavier, your body getting hot. You were close, so close. You felt your release beginning to build, her fingers and tongue bringing you to your climax.

“Stewie, baby, gonna—“ you gasp out, unable to finish your sentence before you felt yourself let go.

Your body convulsed, a moan getting caught in your throat. Your thighs trembled as your body rode out its high, your legs shaking around her head.

She groaned against your skin, feeling your thighs tighten around her head as your body convulsed beneath hers. Her fingers and tongue continued to work you through your climax, wanting to milk all she could.

She looked up at you to watch your face, watching you lose yourself completely. You were beautiful. You were gorgeous.

Eventually, she removed her fingers and tongue when you began to come down, leaving gentle kisses on your skin.

Your body felt exhausted, breathing heavily, as you attempted to come back down from your high. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting her gaze.

She smirked a bit and gently moved so that she was lying next to you, pulling you against her. “Feel good?” She asked, her tone somewhat cocky.

You groaned softly and buried your face into her neck. “Shut up,” you mumbled, still out of breath.

Her smirk turned into a grin as she held you against her. “I’m assuming that means I did good,” she joked, gently rubbing her hand over your back.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumbled against her skin, trying to sound annoyed but your tone betrayed you when your lips curled into a small smile. “You know what you did.”

She chuckled, continuing to rub her hand over your back. “You know you loved it,” she replied, her cocky tone returning.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, finally lifting your head up to look at her. “You’re the best. Are you happy now?”

She smirked again and grabbed your chin in her hand, holding your face in front of hers. “Now that you’re mine?” she said before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Extremely.”

[papaya-twinks]

Hi I love ur work and I was wondering if u could write a story inspired by that one stream with lando and ginge where lando says "I've just got done from the front and the back" and ginger says "can i be next in line" and lando says "u have to earn it".

It mad me think of earned it by the weekend and I would love if u wrote a fic with lando x reader inspired by him saying "u have to earn it" thxxx

Warnings: Smut, 18+ rough sex, choking, spanking, slapping, throat fucking

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Teasing Lando had absolutely been a conscious decision, and you expected it would go the same as every time, you’d get punished with Lando pinning you to the nearest surface and fixing you up, but this? This was unexpected. All you’d done was nip a few times at his neck and run your hand over his bulge a few times. 

“Come here,” Lando demanded as he shut the front door. You walked to him, the mindless hugging your body as you stood in front of him. A soft gasp left your lips as his hand wrapped round your throat, pulling you up the stairs and into the bedroom. With one hand, he roughy, pushed you onto the bed, his other hand undoing his belt, placing it on the bed. 

“Lando,” you said, thinking he was just gonna bend you over the bed something, crawling forwards to him, your mouth instinctively open as he pulled his trousers down. Lando raised an eyebrow at your action, pushing your mouth shut as you frowned. “What-?” you asked, as he pushed you back down. 

“Shut up,” he said, picking up his belt once more, his hand clutching yours. You gasped as he turned you onto your stomach, pulling your hands round your back, tightening the belt round your wrists. “Think you can act like a little slut and get away with it?” Lando asked as you winced, the belt tight against you. 

“Not happening,” he leaned down, his lips against your ear as he removed his shirt, his hand pushing your dress upwards over your ass. He hummed, your breath hitching as he ran his hand over the curve of your thighs, his hand coming down softly as you shrieked. “Lando!” you gasped, your ass stinging, in a good way. 

“Hm?” he asked, seemingly oblivious as he pushed his finger into your heat, teasing your clit with his thumb as he pumped his index finger in and out of you, adding his middle finger, your back arching at the feeling. You whined as he pulled out, dragging your body down the bed, your knees flat on the floor, your body bent over the mattress. 

“Gonna be a little tease, hm?” he snorted, pressing his tongue to your wetness, your body jolting forwards at the sensation. “Lando,” you gasped, his tongue flicking against you  as you rolled your hips slightly. Lando huffed, pushing you back down, walking round the bed, pulling you back up. “Open,” he said, pushing his fingers into your mouth. 

You did what he said, eyes squeezed shut as he tapped his dick on your lips, before pushing in, one hand on the back of your head, the other holding your bandaged wrists. Your eyes half rolled as he hit the back of your throat again and again, going fully in, your throat bulging softly. His groans were like heaven to yours ears as he rocked his hips into you, his thighs hitting your nose and cheeks. 

When he felt your throat tighten slightly round him, your gags more profound, he pulled out, holding your head up, your salvia clinging to his length. When he was sure you were okay, he pushed in again, repeating his actions, head thrown back as he pumped himself through your throat, one had squeezing at your wrists. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding out your mouth and tapping your cheek gently with his dick. He went back round behind you, pulling you onto your knees, bent clean over the bed as he pumped his wet length a few times, before he slid into you, your moans muffled by Lando’s hand choking your neck. 

“So good f’me,” he mumbled, your knot building up as he slammed into you, the body shaking slightly. “Oh, Lando,” you gasped, eyes wide as you tightened, your orgasm washing over you. He stopped moving immediately, hand harder round your neck, his other one slapping down onto your ass as you moaned, head thrown back. “Did I say you could cum, he?”. 

You whined at his words, his hand coming doen again, your body jolting, instantly, his hand came to your hair, yanking your head back as he drilled into you, your shrieks filling the room. “Wanna cum so bad, hm?” he spat, “Gonna make sure you do it so much more,” your second orgasm built up. 

It washed over you, weaker, but he didn’t stop. Five times. Five times he made you cum. And he still wasn’t done. “Lando,” you choked out, his lips near your ear. “One more for me,” he cooed. “I can’t,” you gasped, the knot present once more. “Last one,”. He’d said that the last two times, and he’d made you go on further. 

Your orgasm flooded down, your puddy tightening on his cock, a groan from his lips. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled, “so fucking much,”. You nodded desperately, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, his hand tightening in your hair. “Good,” he mumbled, his thrusts slower and sloppier. “Behave next time,” Lando said, hand on your throat still. 

[uhohdad]

Can’t wait until the aftermath to come out!! By any chance can you give more headcanons on König and reader?? 👀👀

well duh darling i’ve only been waaaaaiting for y’all to ask

‼️ ⚠️ MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU BELOW⚠️ ‼️

• Konig hated the whiskey. hated the taste, hated the smell, hated the way it made his brain foggy. he only drank it on the train bc he thought it would make Reader think he’s cool 😭

• another reason konig didn’t want to go on the balcony is because he’s afraid of heights. he only did it to hang out with Reader

• seeing Reader in a jacket in his size ahbsbxhahhzxb he was so nervous to offer the jacket to her and seeing her drown in it was making him feel some type of way. you’re so small.

• in addition to watching her sleep the night before the games, he also stayed up late on the balcony to watch Reader sleep. felt like a straight creep he did.

• Konig always sits so far away from Reader because he’s terrified of making her uncomfortable, especially after getting turned on when her leg was on his. Also why he was so fucking baffled when Reader had her leg pressed to his on the train. He so badly wanted it to happen again but he didn’t want to push it. And it really speaks to the true elation he felt it when she was still alive at the end it literally brought him to a sprint to pull her in a hug that was tighter than it should have been.

• Konig’s not one to jump to violence, especially after the incident from his past - but when One called Reader a dog he had his fists clenched fs You’re his weak spot dude he’s always ready to throw hands for you. He feels like it’s his duty, especially since he feels the need to repay her for standing up for him. It really shows in (aside from literally killing for her) when he spoke out of turn to Price - something he would never do if it wasn’t concerning Reader. He really gagged the whole dinner table.

• Konig is especially awkward with Price. and vice versa. They don’t really ‘get’ each other. Konig still respects him and his opinion of him, though. He’s much closer with Ruby.

• god he is just so. enamored with Reader. he is just so happy that they have good banter. he just thinks everything she says is the most charming thing ever.

• I don’t think I can stress enough just how jealous our boy was when Titan was flirting with Reader. Nauseous. He had a whole ‘that’s so raven’ day-mare about you and Titan. The thought of him laying his hands on you. And knowing he had just upset you made him believe he just pushed you right into Titan’s arms. So relieved when you started talking shit on him.

• aside from being devastated that she was upset with him about considering allying with the careers, watching reader handle weapons did something to him.

• He feels so lost when you’re upset, and he has a tendency to blame himself and not the whole ‘being sent to your death thing’

• During Konig’s interview, he was sure Reader knew he had a crush on her. He thought the jig was up.

• I almost made Pluck have a full on moment after the interview, the night before the games - like throwing chairs, breaking glasses, and destroying the suite, but it didn’t end up making the final cut it just didn’t seem to flow with the story.

• It took hours for Konig to work up the courage to go to Reader’s room the night before the games - and he still chickened out.

• Konig was just as haunted if not more by Eleven. He could feel his neck snap.

• I’m screaming, crying, throwing up that I can’t give y’all more games fun facts since I don’t wanna spoil The Aftermath

• y’all ain’t gonna like this one but the TRUTH? Konig was sneaking mad looks at Reader at the waterfall when she wasn’t looking. felt like such a creep.

• felt like the luckiest man alive getting to carry her through the desert. what a simp.

• Konig is the love that cannot be reasoned with. Reader is the hate that cannot be reasoned with.

• Konig sacrificed himself because he couldn’t stand the thought of her not living, period. He truly believed she deserved to live more than him. Reader sacrificed herself partially because that was always the plan - but her motivation in regard to Konig was because she didn’t want to live without him. Her motivations were selfish while his were selfless.

• Reader’s spite was her downfall after all. Price warned her not to let it get the best of her and she ended up taking her own life because of it.

‘We’ll see who wakes up tomorrow, Konig.’

more TGWCM fun facts :)

[2rats1gogh]

I am disappointed with the way the show portrayed Blood and Cheese

[spoilers ahead for ep 2x01]

First of all, I fully understand the absence of Maelor and I’m not even mad about that. The choice between the two twins aka “which one is the boy” is good imo. Also, Phia is a great actress and I don’t blame her one bit for what happened to her character. She did the best she could’ve with what she was given. But the execution of all this? Meh.

1. Why did Helaena choose Jaehaerys, instead of Jaehaera? It would’ve made MUCH MORE SENSE for her to choose Jaehaera because she’s the girl. And then B&C would’ve killed the other twin, Jaehaerys, because they knew she would not give up the heir to the throne, king Aegon’s only son. Her choosing Jaehaerys takes away her guilt of living next to the child she named to die.

2. Why was the death of Jaehaerys so off screen? I’m not saying I wanted to see a six year old child be beheaded, in all it’s gory and graphic details, but I wish Helaena and Jaehaera were there to witness it. It was important for them to see it happening. It could’ve been just a silhouette, a shadow on the wall, or just Haleana’s expression of horror. Instead, she just runs away. It’s still sad, obviously, in its own way, that she wasn’t there for her son in his last moments, but again, that takes away from her guilt and eventual downfall into madness.

3. Why the fuck was this whole thing played off as a misunderstanding/accident? Of course the creators wanted to make Daemon look less evil, by making him tell B&C to kill Aemond instead. And I kinda liked the addition of one of them saying “what if we don’t find him?” and I expected Daemon to say something like “You can kill another son” or whatever, but then it just FUCKING CUTS AWAY? And now have to INTERPRET STUFF? So that no one can hold Daemon accountable because “technically we never saw him say that in the show!☝️🤓” Fuck this.

4. The Alicole sex scene fucking ruined the whole scene. I was hoping, praying even, that the leaks of Alicole having sex while Blood & Cheese happens was just a rumor, a theory. But no. The creators fucking decided to make them have sex while this horrible incident happens. Someone in that writing room said “You know what? Let’s have Alicent and Criston do the nasty as Aegon’s six year old child is brutally murdered and Helaena is being traumatized for life! That seems like a great idea!” AND THEY WENT WITH IT. That addition was just so fucking unnecessary. What was the fucking point of putting that in? Wouldn’t it be great if Jacaerys heard of the death of Lucerys first and then ran to Rhaenyra on Dragonstone to tell her that his brother was fucking murdered, only to find Rhaenyra having sex with Daemon? Like, why was Lucerys’ death so serious and tragic, and impactful, but then Jaehaerys’ death is overshadowed by Helaena running into her mother having sex with her lover? God, I’m so angry.

5. Helaena didn’t seem to be affected at all by the death of her son. “They killed the boy” and that’s IT? She didn’t cry her eyes out, didn’t scream, didn’t beg for B&C to kill her instead. She almost didn’t react at all. Her son, her baby, her six year old child, was just brutally fucking beheaded and the creators don’t even show her reacting to it? Rhaenyra showed more emotions when she found the clothes of her death son, and Helaena was like 🙁 when HER SON WAS BEING KILLED IN FRONT OF HER?? What the actual hell. And may I repeat, this is in NO WAY an attack on the actress, Phia. I think she still gave us an amazing performance, but it’s fucking obvious that the creators decided to go with the “oh well, she’s weird and distant, and cold and unemotional” narrative they made up. They won’t fucking allow her to grieve.

All those people writing that “Even GRRM was horrified by this scene!” or “This is gonna be like the Red Wedding!”… I was fucking lied to.

This whole sequence felt so short, and rushed, and unemotional… I am very disappointed, and sad. This was supposed to be one of the most important events of the entire Dance. They first actual innocent blood that was spilled. The event that led to Helaena going mad. The event that changed Aegon as a person and made him declare war on Rhaenyra and gave him motivation to repay Team Black for what they’ve done. It was supposed to be fucking important. And the show turned it into a four minute awfully paced scene with dumb additions and lots of unnecessary and easily avoidable changes.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Prompt idea: Holiday celebration get horrendously fucked (birthday, Christmas, Halloween, Passover, doesn’t matter really, dealers choice) and one of them has to comfort the other and help them through a meltdown over their favorite day getting fucked up

Happy birthday and hopefully your day isn’t as bad as you would make Ed and Stede’s!

I wasn't able to get this one edited and posted on my birthday, but it's still a precious prompt and I loved writing for it!! Here's the story of The Time That Stede Fucked Up Passover.

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"The eleventh plague," Stede said glumly as he watched Ed open a kitchen window to air out some of the smoke, "easily misread cooking directions."

"Well, babe," Ed said over his shoulder, "I'm not sure why you thought that the oven needed to be set to 450 for brisket -"

"I misread the package, Ed," Stede snapped, trying to hide the wobble in his voice.

"Aww, no, that came out wrong." Ed, who had been poking at the smoking, thoroughly blackened brisket sitting on the stovetop to salvage for any edible parts, held out a hand for Stede to take.

Stede pretended he didn't see, looking down at his lap.

It was Stede's first Passover with Ed, and he knew it was a big deal. Ed's mama was coming over for the seder, and Stede had been trying so fucking hard to get it all right. Passover was Ed's favorite holiday! He couldn't fuck it up!

So he did all his research. He practiced reading the haggadah, the text read at the seder - even though Ed would be doing most of the reading, he wanted to be able to pronounce the prayers without asking for help and mark spots where he could raise interesting discussion or questions and (hopefully) impress Ed's mom. He'd figured out voices to use for all of Ed's plague-themed finger puppets to add a bit of levity, triple-checked what they needed for the seder plate, and he'd stressed over making sure dinner was perfect.

When the local synagogue had released sign-ups for pre-made brisket packs, of course he'd signed them up. He wasn't the greatest cook, and neither was Ed, so he figured that having the main course squared away would take a load off his mind and allow him to focus on getting the table set and ready while Ed prepared the roasted sweet potatoes, matzo ball soup, and an extra-big helping of charoset.

And now he'd fucked up his one contribution to dinner, and he hadn't even gotten the table ready, and he'd forgotten to put the wine in the fridge to chill, all because he couldn't even read the package -

"Stede, babe, you need to breathe."

Stede jerked his eyes open. He didn't even remember closing them, but now Ed was kneeling in front of him at the table. He put a gentle, calming hand on Stede's thigh, looking up at him with a small smile.

"I'm so, so sorry, Ed," Stede sighed, scrubbing at his eyes before his tears could fall. "I've ruined everything - I'm the worst boyfriend ever."

"Hey, don't talk about my boyfriend that way," Ed pretended to grumble. "You just misread the instructions. Could've happened to anyone, and you've never made brisket before, have you?"

"No," Stede admitted.

"There ya go," Ed said easily. "You do need to wear your reading glasses more often, though. Not even just saying that because I think they're hot."

"Ed," Stede snorted. "Was any of it edible?"

"Stede," Ed said solemnly, "that thing is burnt to a sizzle. It's basically a rock. It's an ex-brisket."

"Great," Stede sighed. "Your mom's going to hate me."

"She's gonna love you," Ed promised. "Wanna know how I know?"

Stede just pursed his lips.

"Because you tried," Ed said. "You tried so fucking hard."

"That doesn't change the fact that our main course is burnt beyond recognition, Ed."

"C'mon, man, get it straight." Ed rubbed a soothing little circle over Stede's kneecap. "If you think my mama is showing up here without more food than any of us can eat, you're in for a surprise."

Well. That made it a bit better.

"I'm just sorry," Stede said, his shoulders hunching inward with his guilt. "I wanted this to be the best Passover you've ever had -"

"It will be," Ed said, immediately. "Because you're here. And I love you."

"I love you, too." Stede cupped Ed's cheek in his hand, his heart swelling at the way Ed tilted his face into the contact. "Promise you're not mad?"

"Not a bit," Ed said.

Stede leaned in to kiss him, but they pulled apart when they heard a car pull into the driveway.

"The eleventh plague," Ed said cheekily, giving Stede a quick kiss on his way up. "Meeting your boyfriend's mom."

Stede shivered.

"C'mon, babe, she'll love you!" One last kiss, and Ed darted out to meet his mama before she had a chance to start trying to carry things in herself.

Stede took a deep breath, made sure no one could see him for just long enough to flip off the stupid brisket on the stove, and then he ran out to join them.