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please could you do jjk guys and their type of s/o what type of woman they would be attracted to headcanons

JJK Men And Types Of Women They'd Be Attracted To

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Characters: Gojo – Toji – Megumi – Geto – Yuji – Choso – Nanami – Sukuna ♡

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Gojo Satoru:

Strong, confident, playful woman.

Given his nature, I think Gojo would be attracted to a strong confident woman. Gojo is apathetic towards people who seem to be weak, so being strong both mentally and physically would stand out and capt his interest. He would like to playfully challenge and compete with his s/o. He also prefers that his partner has a witty side, to comfortably engage in playful banters without getting offended of his egocentric jokes ( that he means them 99% of the time.). “Oh baby but I am the strongest, you can take second place that's okay”

Toji Fushiguro:

Charismatic and financially independent woman.

Toji is a strong man with a strong personality so he prefers a woman that would keep up with him, a woman with a strong charisma that goes beyond words. She must be a badass that can manage difficult situations, defend herself and her rights and assert boundaries and limits with others, he finds it attractive. A strong presence totally intrigues him. It is more likable for him that his s/o is financially independent, who is willing to contribute to the well-being of their relationship and supports him monetarily. “I love it when you put others in their places”

Ryomen Sukuna:

Submissive woman.

This man is dominant, controlling and possessive. He wants an easily manipulated woman, so he can break her and own her, tame her and re-create her depending on his own needs. He wants a woman that would serve as his personal assistant, that would please and satisfy him without questioning his orders or giving him a hard time or resisting him. “Just like that, obey me”

Megumi Fushiguro:

Mysterious woman.

This man right here can't be phased by anything, but the moment he meets a mysterious, secretive woman, he would be instantly hooked. He is a mysterious, emo man himself so he wants a reserved s/o with deep secrets. He prefers privacy, so he would like to establish a world for him and his partner to share their deep thoughts, interests and opinions that they never share with others. Creating a safe space. “Your smile is enigmatic, it's intriguing”

Nanami Kento:

Responsible, mature woman.

Nanami is a mature man, he prefers a woman who is able to handle her responsibilities and duties both towards him and herself. A woman that can take wise and right decisions. He's also a very respectful man so he wants a well-mannered s/o with a civilized, heathy and effective communication style. It is important that his partner is emotionally intelligent, and can control overwhelming situations and unexpected issues. He also cherishes a loyal woman who commits to a long-term relationship. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you”

Choso Kamo:

Family-oriented woman.

Similar to Nanami, but wants his partner to be more family-oriented. He dates to marry, and to have a big family so he expects her to commit and build a strong lasting bond. His family and family traditions are sacred and valued, so his s/o must respect and adapt to them and also get along with his brothers. He likes to have discussions about their future concerning marriage, children and house hold duties. She also must have a caring and loving nature to emphasize the well being of their relationship. “Our family will grow, and we will grow old together”

Itadori Yuji:

Kind and empathetic.

Yuji is a moral man with a strong desire to protect and take care if his loved ones especially his partner. He wants his s/o to be empathetic and kind towards him and towards others. He desires a kind and a warm kind of relationship where both him and his partner treat one another with care, love and consideration. She also must have a positive outlook and is grateful for life and faces challenges with positivity. Supporting and standing with each other during highs and lows is a must. It is preferable for him that she's vocal About her empathy, where she stands up and advocates for others who are in need. “I respect your bravery”

Geto Suguru:

Ambitious and smart woman.

He prefers a woman who is driven by her goals. Suguru is an ambitious man with big dreams that he works really hard to achieve. So he appreciates determinations to reach the top, and this is a quality that his s/o must possess. He favours a partner that pushes him forward to succeed and that values hard work. Also, she must be a strategic thinker that sets good plans. Geto relies on his mind while he neglects his heart most of them while taking decisions, same thing must be for his s/o to not cause conflicts in terms of emotional needs. “I am you, You are me”

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girls night

the ladies of the bau have a girls night but jj’s regressed mind has other plans

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inspired by the recent women of the bay’s adventures !

Emily climbed in first, her wine glass fullest and she slid into the warm water.

“Oh it’s so nice.” She practically moaned, closing her eyes and taking in the feeling. Penelope was next, eager to get in the water.

“Hm hm hm, this is what I’m talking about babies.”

Then JJ, she slid in next to Emily, making the girls laugh.

“Can’t get away from your girlfriend hm?” Tara asked, JJ stuck out her tongue in reply and settled next to her girlfriend. Emily slid one hand around her waist and kissed her cheek. JJ had had it tough at work the last few weeks but they didn’t want to talk about it. Strictly no work talk! Tara got in last, sitting herself opposite JJ and smiled widely.

“We deserve this.”

“Oh we do,” Emily replied.

“To the badass bau ladies!” Penelope cheered, holding up her glass.

The group chorused in reply and the familiar clink was heard in the hot tub.

The night went on, the women slid in and out, snacked and drank and most of them were feeling quite drunk, apart from the smaller blonde in the corner. All she felt was small. It was taking her longer to get the jokes, to be engaged and she was finding the bubbles a lot more playful than relaxing. The other women laughed whilst JJ spun her fingers through her bubbles and pulled them around her body, creating a border for her castle. Tara watched on, picking up on the quiet girl's behaviour. She left her too it, aware of what was happening but not ready to take her away from the fun just yet. She simply kept a closer eye on the slipping girl.

“What do you think Jay?” Emily asked, slurring her words. She slid over in the seat and wrapped both her arms around her girlfriend. But in the process, broke her girl's bubble circle. JJ let out a mighty whine and pushed Emily away from her and scrambled for more bubbles. Emily sat up immediately and looked at the other two.

“She slipped about half an hour ago,” Tara whispered.

“And you knew?” Emily asked her. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“She’s content, happy, I didn’t want to make a scene of it,” Tara explained.

“Okay okay,” Emily said and leaned back, assessing JJ.

“Jay?” She asked. JJ ignored her, grumpy that she ruined her castle walls.

“Hey, little monkey,” Emily insisted and kicked her lightly under the water. JJ groaned and moved away, kicking her caregiver back harder.

“Ow. JJ!” Emily groaned.

“Eave me lone,” JJ whispered and turned away from the group.

“Do you need to go to bed?”

“Nooo! Jus payin!” JJ whined.

“Okay Jay,” Emily sighed, “if you need the toilet or want to go to bed you just tell me, okay?” JJ didn’t respond.

“Yeah, no peeing in my pool missy,” Garcia teased and JJ let out a little giggle.

JJ sat in her corner, playing with the bubbles but she couldn’t help notice how the other women had changed their conversation and their looks in her direction had become more frequent, she felt awful. She was fighting in her mind, she didn’t want to be small, not now. But she couldn’t help it, she was tired and stressed and exhausted from all the work and everything. As much as it was finally time for a girls night as they all get the time off, she hadn’t been able to slip in weeks- not properly at least and this was going to be her only chance and her brain just did it automatically. But she wanted to get involved in their jokes and them laughing and the wine. She felt alone and annoying. She did need a wee but didn’t want to tell them. She wanted to go to bed but didn’t want to put them out. She wanted to cuddle and nurse but she also desperately wanted to be big. Why was her brain so silly and stupid?

“Oh! Toilet time!” Penelope announced suddenly, jumping up. JJ’s head lifted too, she could sneak off with P and go pee and come back and she wouldn’t be upsetting anyone - right?

“Pen! Wait!” Emily said, JJ looked at her. Emily looked at her too and nodded her head.

“Go with Penny, you’re okay.” JJ didn’t hesitate, she jumped out the pool, being careful not to slip and caught up with Penelope. She was holding her hand out for her but JJ quickly crossed her arms. She was a big girl, she didn’t need to hold hands.

“Okay grumpy girl,” Penelope laughed.

“She hates herself for this,” Emily sighed when her girl was out of earshot.

“What do you mean?” Tara asked.

“That she’s slipped, she’s angry at herself for it. I can see the cogs in her head.”

“Why don’t you say something?”

“Because if I say something she’ll get more upset with me, I just have to be there for her.”

“Why don’t we call it a night in the tub and go inside? It’s getting cold anyway,” Tara suggested.

“That’s a good shout, come on.”

The pair headed inside with the wine and their towels and waited for Penelope and JJ to emerge from the bathroom. Emily decided to set up a little corner for her Jay. She wanted her to still enjoy herself and have fun but didn’t want to stop their fun at the same time and didn’t want JJ to feel worse than she felt currently.

JJ came out shaking her hands in her own world, she completely didn’t notice the women now sat inside.

Emily snuck over behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her up for a cuddle.

“Gotcha!” she cheered and JJ screamed and began to laugh as Emily began tickling her sides.

“MAMA STOP!” JJ screamed and kicked out her legs as soon as she could. Emily smiled at her little one and JJ huffed.

“Not small,” she grumbled and crossed her arms.

“It’s okay to be,” Emily said and helped JJ off the floor.

“Not.”

“It is Jay, no one minds.”

“I mind,” JJ grumbled and stomped off to the corner. She sat in the corner Emily had made for her and kept her arms crossed defiantly. She was grumpy and did not want to be disturbed.

“Okay, you just sit there and let me know if you need anything, okay baby?”

“Whatever mama,” JJ replied, turning away. She grabbed her iPad and headphones and slid them on her head ready to submerge herself in Peppa Pig, although she was definitely not small.

About an hour passed and the girls looked over their JJ in the corner, she was engrossed in her show but they were ready for sleep. Unfortunately, Emily did not bring any of her little nighttime things, not even her paci which meant it would be a nursing night- if JJ settled enough to allow it.

Penelope and Tara went to the bathroom first to shower and get ready for bed whilst Emily attended to the little one.

“Hey sweet girl, you okay?” Emily asked. She slipped the headphones off JJ’s head and JJ whined loudly.

“What wan mama?” she’d slipped a lot further and it made Emily smile, the way her little voice came out.

“It’s bedtime. Do you want to shower?” Emily asked. JJ thought about it for a moment and tapped Emily’s chest.

“Wif wo!” she said and climbed out of her nest and into her caregivers lap. Emily was so glad the hour to herself in her own world helped her slip properly, slip enough to not care about anything else.

“Of course, monkey. That's fine. Now we have to wait for Tara and Garcia to finish as they are hogging the showers but then we can jump in and get ready. “

“Paci?” JJ asked, leaning back into her caregiver's hold and looking up at the raven-haired woman.

“Mama didn't bring it, baby, I'm sorry.”

JJ huffed and turned back around with a pout on her face.

“But we can nurse all night if you like.”

“In here?”

“Yeah angel, the girls don't mind.” JJ blushed at the thought of the other woman seeing her doing something so vulnerable but knew they truly didn't mind. And plus, Tara had seen it before.

Emily got JJ showered and ready for bed in her pyjamas and they snuggled up on one of the pull-out sofas.

“Mama, mama,” JJ cooed and reached for Emily under the covers, with the fan on it was cool and nice which all the women appreciated.

“Mama’s here,” Emily smiled and grabbed her girl's hands. It wasn't long until JJ was latched to her nipple, nursing. Penelope walked past and cooed softly- despite the blanket over her face, it was still a cute sight.

“Pen, can we have a towel for her to sleep on?” Emily asked, thinking in case of accidents.

“In case she has an accident?” Tara asked.

“Oh I can do better than a towel for that,” Penelope said softly and ran to her bedroom. Emily was grateful they both understood but felt the glare from her little one.

“Its’ to keep the sofa safe from your little bladder,” Emily teased and tickled JJ’s side a little. JJ wiggled under the covers and pushed the hand away, still keeping her latch on Emily’s nipple. Nursing was her favourite comfort.

Penelope returned after a few minutes with a waterproof bedsheet. Emily smiled and they worked as a four to put it on. JJ climbed straight back under the covers and reached for Emily, ready to go to sleep - the whole might have exhausted her.

It wasn't long before she was fast asleep, the other women chatted a little more about the smaller girl, endearingly. JJ, big or small was always the most protected of the group, the most loved and cared for. They all adored their sweet thing and wanted to keep it special- even on girls’ night.

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(a/n): ill be honest, i never intended to write anything on this blog. as a college student with a job, a bitch be tired asf. but, writing is my happiness. so is delusion ;). complete inspiration comes from @itjazzbicch and their “Cheiftess” series.

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Parings: Dom!Roman Reigns x Black!Female Interviewer

Warnings: enemies to lovers????maybe still enemies. Smut. Lots of Smut. Swearing. Don’t interact if you’re under 18. ion like prison.

*NOT EDITED. SPELLING ERRORS AND MISUSE OF PRESENT/PAST TENSE*

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*takes place in 2021, feud between Roman Reigns vs Kevin Owens.*

It was Friday; Another boring ass Friday. The only difference was that he was here. And today, Jesus was he mad. But that’s just him nowadays anyway. Maybe it was due to the fact of Kevin Owens calling him out repeatedly. If there was one thing Roman Reigns refused to tolerate, it was disrespect. Disrespect to him meant disrespect to his family, his bloodline. Everyone in the arena already knew what he was capable of when he felt his heritage was disrespected. And best believe nobody wanted to engage with those consequences.

Over the last few months, since Roman’s return, he’s had a complete fucking identity change. He came back with a badass attitude, ready to take on anyone who was a threat to him and his family. His ego boost was on 100, with no sight of it coming back down to earth. But between you and your late-night thoughts? His persona, the “Tribal Chief,” had you imaging shit you didn’t even know could be possible. You knew that man could turn and twist you in ways that could be so pleasurable you could forget your name by only thinking about it.

As a backstage interviewer covering for Renee, while she enjoyed the beauty of her pregnancy with her husband, Jon, and you were temporary for now. Still, rumors swirled backstage on whether you’d stay. Stephanie and the other backstage crew mentioned more than once before how they loved how you can get into the superstars' minds during their interview. You gave a talk, unlike other interviewers—who were playing around the bush and being corny. You asked questions that could make them shiver or test their confidence. Or both.

You were on your way to your interview point, to interview Roman. Which you already knew was going to be dreadful. With how he treated Kayla during her interview, you knew he already had multiple insults ready for your questions. Little did he know you had something for his ass had he decided to pull it.

“You’re late.” He growls, readjusting his championship, Paul and Jey behind him

“I’m right on time. I said at 8:30, and it’s currently 8:30.” You smartly answer, taking your mic from one of the production members

“You’re supposed to be here when I’m here. I don’t give a damn about what time it is.” He snarls in your direction, “You have a once in a lifetime opportunity, don’t blow it.”

“I’ll assure you I won’t, Tribal Chief.” You give him a challenging smile

You clear your throat and smooth out the wrinkles in your skirt under his intense gaze at you before looking at the camera.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am currently here right now with our Smackdown WWE Champi—”

You were cut off as Roman placed his hand over the mic stopping the sound, “No, no, no, baby girl. If you want to introduce me, you’re going to do it right. Paul.” He calls for as he stepped aside for the short stubby man to speak

You roll your eyes as you lean your mic over to Paul—who held a grin on his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, myself, and your lovely interviewer y/n are currently grateful to be in the presence of Head of the table, Smackdown WWE Champion, and ‘your’ Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns.” Paul giddily recites into the mic

“Okay, so Roman, last week you unleashed a brutal attack on Kevin Owens. You believe that you have to make him fear you, but are you starting to think his words are getting into your head?”

Roman lets out a chuckle before turning to Paul and Jey, “You see what I mean now? We give people like her chances in a million, and they blow it on stupid questions. Kevin Owens is irrelevant, just like you’re about to be. Find a better question. Next.”

You kiss your teeth before, letting out an aggravated sigh. With Roman’s new ego boost, you and practically everyone else in the arena wanted to sucker punch him in his face. And you planned to do so on your last day here.

“Do you feel as though, by using Jey as a pawn, you’re allowing yourself to get too comfortable? By using Jey as a backup, you make yourself an easy target to attack. Maybe other superstars think It’ll be easy to use him to make you riled up?” You question with a slight smirk

“Another dumb question. Ever since I took Jey under my wing, he’s been the main event three times in a row. I love my cousin. I’m a provider. I get riled up when I sense disrespect. Disrespect to me is disrespect to my family, my bloodline. Everything my family worked for will only be recognized with respect and decency, not in a silly conversation or this interview. If anybody would like to test that theory of me as a target, they can try; they won’t get too far.” He responds in a healthy, confident tone

“Jey, would you agree? Those people who disrespect your family will be dealt with? Perhaps in the same fashion, he’s dealt with you?”

Strikeout.

You knew that was the easiest way to get to Roman; Through Jey’s head. He also made his blood boil by mentioning the gruesome beating Roman gave to Jey in their matches.

Roman stated multiple times that the beatings Jey endured were well deserved in all aspects. He also hated when Jey answered any questions about it. He knew that by Jey telling his story of their bond, it would be dangerous to take it and misuse the information, making Roman vulnerable.

Roman gave Jey a side glare—silently telling him to choose his words carefully—before turning to Paul with an impatient expression.

“No...you know….” Jey stammers in nervousness, “It takes a lot to understand the pressure my cousin has on his back. He’s a provider to our family. He does what he has to do to take care of the people who matter most to him. People like Kevin Owens, Drew Mcintyre...they threatened that position he has at the table—”

“Do you agree? Roman feels threatened by Kevin Owens and WWE Universal Champion Drew Mcintyre?”

You could see Jey start to shift, meaning he was immensely trying to pick his words before saying anything that could cause Roman’s anger to be retaliated. Again.

“That’s enough for this interview. The Tribal Chief is needed elsewhere.” Paul inserts before moving his hand back and forth over his throat—signaling the production team to cut the cameras

You pop your lips before looking up at Roman’s frustrated brown filled eyes. You notice how his expression softens for almost a second the longer you look at him, “You have some strong confidence, I see. That attitude can get you in some trouble, babygirl.”

“My attitude is wonderful. I’m doing my job, just like you’re doing yours, Roman. The only thing is that I’m not a little bitch, with the urge to belittle everyone because I’m insecure about my potential and qualities.”

Roman gave you a sly smirk that almost makes you want to kick him in his face, “Insecure?” He chuckles devilishly, “That mouth of yours is dangerous. You should close it before I show you how to use it properly.”

He whispers the last part, leaning down to your ear, so Jey and Paul are out of shot, leaving your cheeks flush from embarrassment. Your shift on your feet, shaking your head in amazement.

You were sick of his shit.

You stuck your tongue in the side of your cheek and turned on your heel to walk over to the monitors. You continue watching the rest of the show, occasionally engaging with other superstars who walked by. Your mind continued to lose focus as you thought back to your interview with Roman.

You thought about his body language against you. He consistently sized up and was rigid towards everyone he talked to backstage as if with one wrong move, he’d be ready to bodyslam anybody. But around you, he wasn’t as tense. He was in his natural element; himself. You could see small smirks appearing on his face suggesting he was enjoying getting under your skin.

Roman ended up winning his match against Kevin through Jey handcuffing Kevin to the steel cage. You crack your neck and relax your shoulders. Roman could win a match without Jey or Paul by his side. Of course, that was just his character now. Still, something about seeing how much his dominance shows through his performance and his interactions with everyone else was secretly intriguing to you, how he ditched his vest and began to wrestle shirtless.

He should've been doing this shit when he got out of The Shield with Jon and Colby.

After Smackdown ended, everyone started to clean up. The long drive to the next city was crucial. You’d be driving all night long practically, inside of a small rental car. You could already feel the back cramps, the charlie horses, and the arm strains. You wanted to get your body at least some kind of relaxation before you began the midnight journey, so you head straight to the locker room showers for a hot shower to calm your nerves.

On the way towards the locker rooms, you heard yelling. You turn your head for your eyes to come in direct contact with Roman’s brown ones, completely tensed and filled with rage. You could feel the tension sweating off his muscular body throughout the atmosphere. He was yelling at Jey for interrupting his match when he had it under control. Jey being his current lapdog, he had no choice but to listen to the 6’3 ‘Tribal Chief’.

You swallow harshly under his intense gaze and continue your path to the showers with your luggage in your hand.

You were met with complete silence—thank god.—when you enter the showers. You lock the door behind you and turn the knob to a blazing hot setting. What? Hot showers are good, but blazing hot showers? Even better. Just the feel of your skin under the water steaming off you made your body instantly settle.

You quickly undress from head to toe, cracking your neck to the side. Before you could lift your feet to walk into the shower, you felt a large hand on your lower back shoving you inside, causing you to let out a screech.

The person roughly turns your body to face them, and you come face to face with none other than the Samoan. Nude as the day he was born, with his cock standing at attention against his muscled stomach.

“Ah!” You squeak under his large hand, covering your mouth, with the under holding the arch of your back close to his hard-built and sweaty frame.

“You’ve enjoyed this, haven't you. Were you running around all damn day provoking me? Getting in Jeys head, asking bullshit questions, smart ass remarks, and this tight fucking dress squeezing your body in all the right places? Do you enjoy playing games with me? Why would you play games with me? With your Chief?” He growled close to your face; the showers were now steaming around both your naked bodies.

“Do you enjoy being a little bitch boy? Fucking thinking everyone falls at your beck and call to please you?” His hand on your mouth was lowering as you struggled to get out of his hold on you.

“I don’t think, babygirl. Everyone falls because of who the hell I am! I am the Tribal Chief. I am your Tribal Chief. I am the face of this company, holding it on my back every day. You have no clue what that will ever feel like because you’re too busy running that pretty little smart-ass mouth of yours. Maybe it’s time for me to give you some discipline? For you to acknowledge me?” He pants in a cautious tone

You stop struggling for a moment, letting him pull you closer. You lean up closer to his lips, a mere centimeters away from your lips touching, “Like hell would I ever acknowledge you as anything other than a whiny fucking brat.” You sultrily respond

He lets out a humorless chuckle before responding, “It’s your punishment, babygirl.” With that simple response, he smacks his lips onto yours with force ending any further communication. You kiss him back with just as much roughness.

Your hand slides up to tangle themselves into his long dark black hair, pulling softly. You moan softly as Roman bit down on your lip, gaining entry to your mouth, both your tongues fighting for control.

The control you desperately desired to have.

He let you win for a moment to lower his hands under your ass to lift you around his waist. He takes a handful of your ass, pressing your body into the wall.

“Fuck!” You whine out as he takes a large hand to deliver a smack to your ass.

“You will acknowledge me. Do you understand me? You will fucking respect your Tribal Chiff, or I’m going to make you respect me. Am I clear?” He moans in your ear as your lips latch onto his neck, leaving love bites.

You were so caught up in the clouds of your head, with the thought of him fucking you that you didn’t even think twice about what he said, “Am. I. Clear?” He reiterates each word with a smack to your ass

“You’re such a jackass!” You mewl loudly, feeling him rub his long thick cock between your wet folds; lifting your legs to wrap around his muscular torso

“What was that?”

“I said you’re such a—Fuck, Roman!” You scream as the feeling of him stretching out your pussy to accommodate his cock overtook you to places you haven’t visited in a long time. You were anything but a virgin. But working at WWE had its downsides to finding good dick. Deciding to focus on your career, you decide to pause on sex for a while

Roman gave you a second to get used to the feeling of you being so painfully stretched out around his cock. “You wanna finish that sentence, babygirl?”

You could barely pay attention with his cock slamming in and out of you, already fucking at a furious and rough pace so quickly. Breathing in harshly as he pulls out to split you open on his cock again.

“Don’t stop! Roman, please don’t stop!” You moan, gripping onto his stiff shoulders

“Fuck! Look at you moaning my name like the slut you are. What happened to all that shit you were saying a moment ago?” Roman pants deeply in your ear

“I—Ah!” You squeal as Romans hands grip your thighs, bouncing you up and down his thick cock

“Shit, where am I, baby? Do you feel me in those guts? Deep inside that pretty little pussy? It’s my pussy now. The Tribal Chiefs pussy.” He deeply chuckles into your ear, his cock rubbing over your g-spot at every thrust, letting silent screams come out your mouth “All that bratty ass attitude...talking to me like you’re above me. Giving me nothing but fucking sass. The whole time you’re nothing but a slut for my cock, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you in the showers? You’re gonna give me this pussy anytime I fucking want it.”

You let out a loud salacious whine as Roman slowly pulls out. He sets you down on your feet, flipping your body around letting your hard nipples collide with the cold and wet glass wall. He uses his foot to spread your legs apart. Roman slides a hand into your hair, yanking while simultaneously sliding his cock back into you.

“Fuck! You’re so fuck–“ You swallow a silent gasp as you felt him bite down on your shoulder. “You’re so fucking aggravating!”

“I'm aggravating, but who's taking this dick right now? Who’s dripping more than a faucet?” His confidence booms into your ear in a grunt

“Good dick doesn’t stop you from being an asshole.”

“But it makes you satisfied, doesn’t it?” He responds breathlessly before speeding up, cutting off your next reply

You place both your hands on the glass attempting to throw your ass back on him.If he thought he was controlling the situation, you were definity about to show him otherwise, by making him cum first. As breathless pant’s begin to leave his mouth, you feel him lean forward pressing his front against your back. You work hard at the thought of not cumming. Roman’s left hand comes down to rub your clit at a fast pace making that thought…just a thought. You bite down on your lip until the blood drains from it to stop yourself from relishing in the euphoric bliss you knew Roman was about to grant you.

“I can feel you clenching around me. Look at you. Fighting the urge to cum right now. Come on, babygirl. I know you’re good for it, let go. Acknowledge me as your chief. Let me see how fucked out you turn for me.” His voice sends shocks through your spine that leads to your core.

You gasp as your leg turns inwards, you throw your head back mewling to the ceiling for mercy as you finally let your orgasm crest. Not too far behind you; Roman allows his orgasm to follow through deep into your pussy. Primal roar’s coming deep from his chest bounce off the walls.

If anyone else was showering, they're certainly gone now.

With Roman holding your body in a death grip tight to his chest, you allow yourself to take a moment to let the following events settle in your mind. Having sex with Roman wasn’t the problem; it was the what if’s that clouded your already fucked out brain. Sex didn’t change how you felt about him. He was still an entitled brat with no sympathy for anyone. And he was definitely the last person you’d fall in love with.

“I think you should get going. I’m sure your entourage is going to come looking for you soon.” You choke out, attempting to break from his hold.

“They’re fine wherever they're at. They don’t do anything unless I give them the ok for it.” He sighs into your neck leaving kisses behind

Before falling too deep into his trap, you muster up enough strength to remove his arms from your body, “Okay, stop it.”

“Oh c'mon. Are you seriously about to ruin an amazing time here?” He snaps leaning onto the shower wall

“Did you think fucking me was going to make us best friends forever?” You question turning off the shower

“I see it didn’t work too well. You’re still the same old Y/N. Don’t act like this wasn’t the best thing to disturb your night.” He says returning back into his asshole self

“Oh no, trust me. That was amazing. Maybe you can get permission from your Daddy again to come and play again.” You laugh grabbing your body towel to dry yourself off

“Oh we’ll have to see about that. The next time you’re in need of me to make you forget your own name, just call me. I’ll always come running, baby.”

You drop your towel as you bend over with hysteric laughs coming out your mouth, “Oh fucking please. Me? Beg you? I wouldn’t hold my breath on that.”

“We’ll see. You know where to find me.”

[khaire-traveler]

☀️ Subtle Medea Worship 🐍

Be kind to children; play with them if offered

Show appreciation to your loved ones; cook them a meal, bake them something, spend time with them, etc.

Play with your pets; spend time with them

Get a candle that reminds you of her (no altar needed)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of her

Keep a picture of her in your wallet

Stand up for yourself

Assert your boundaries; learn what your boundaries are; not all boundaries need to be spoken

Have a stuffed animal snake or sheep

Have imagery of dragons, snakes, the golden fleece, magic, or the sun around

Think of outside the box solutions to problems

Try to plan ahead; plan important things out; be prepared for mishaps; have a solid exit strategy

Take a walk/hike on a sunny day; bask in the sunlight

Ground yourself regularly; do so in nature in the sunlight if able

Prioritize your well-being; do not sacrifice yourself for others; take care of yourself first

Practice self-forgiveness; don't hold your past mistakes against yourself

Read the Greek Magical Papyri; research the history of witchcraft, especially in ancient Greece

Practice discreet witchcraft; maybe focus more on kitchen witchcraft to be subtle

Grow your own herbs; start a garden

Make a list of your personal strengths and points of pride; celebrate these things about yourself

Practice having a more nuanced view of both yourself and others; the world is morally grey; this is not a suggestion to keep or forgive shitty people for shitty things

Dance to music that makes you feel empowered, badass, or magical

If you have a partner, do something nice for them; take them on a date, spend time with them, engage with their interests, etc.

Drink herbal tea; engage with something relaxing as you do so

Keep a charm on your person; good luck, protection, positive attraction, etc.

Keep an evil eye charm for protection; place it in your space, wear a bracelet, hang one in your car, etc.

Support organizations that help single mothers, children, or domestic abuse survivors

Help out any new mothers in your life if you can

Donate children and baby supplies to homeless shelters; donate kids' toys and clothes

Feed neighborhood birds (with seed only please)

Do something you're passionate about

Engage in relaxing activities, especially after a long day

Take a warm bath or shower, especially with herbs; doing this as a cleansing activity after a long/bad day is also great

Keep your space clean; take care of your immediate environment

Make your space your own; maybe decorate with sun-shaped fairy lights or fake vines

Take care of yourself physically and emotionally

Lave a glass of water mixed with some sugar and honey on your windowsill during the day; you can also leave a water mixed with salt/ocean water instead

Try to practice meditation if you can; practice mindfulness

Practice non-obvious divination methods; cartomancy, bibliomancy, shufflomancy, carromancy, aeromancy, etc.

Go cloud-watching or star-gazing

Learn what your limits are; remind yourself that rest is productive

Say no to helping someone if you're not feeling well enough to do so; you're not a bad person for looking out for yourself

Wear clothes that make you feel confident; try giving yourself compliments

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This is my list of discreet ways to worship Medea! I'll likely add more later. For now, I hope you find what I have helpful. Take care, y'all! 🧡

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[pluckyredhead]

Did I just read your Super Sons primer from 2020 at 3 am on a Monday morning because I'm having a real normal one? Maybe?! I'm wondering how you feel about how they and their relationship has developed since then. IMO it's... Pretty bleak. 😩

I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT IT. (Also here's the primer for anyone who missed it.)

So I will say that 95% of everything Jon has been in since he got aged up has been hot garbage, but I do think the exception is when Damian is around. But let's take it from the top!

First of all, I don't necessarily think they should de-age him again. Generally speaking I think it's better storytelling to focus on fixing things moving forward, rather than undoing things moving back. Sure, if DC came up with some big cosmic event that reset Jon to 11, I certainly wouldn't complain, but I'd rather see them, uh...do literally anything with Teen Jon that doesn't suck.

But yeah, aging Jon up to begin with still makes me livid because:

I want my baby to have had a childhood.

It's fully character assassination for Lois and Clark. They would NEVER let their 11-year-old go to outer space with a supervillain. Lois would NEVER just abandon him out there, and Clark would NEVER respond with "Well, I'm sure he's fine, wanna have marathon sex?" I honestly have no idea what Bendis or his editor were thinking.

They have not done a single interesting with him since!!!

Putting this behind a cut because it got LONG. Also spoilers for Beast World in there.

I've said this before, but I have to assume that Bendis wanted to age Jon up because he wanted to write a Legion book. But he also in his wisdom decided to bring Kon back into continuity at exactly the same time, which means we have two nearly identical Superboys that DC didn't and still doesn't know what to do with. Kon clearly couldn't have joined the LOSH because he already had a team, but you know what Super teen was available, and not 11, and who has a history with the Legion that goes back almost as long as Clark's? KARA. But I will save that rant for another day.

And honestly, Kara dodged a bullet, because that Legion book was unreadable. Bendis at his most Bendis-y wall of text interrupt-y conversations and no plot. If I give Tom Taylor any credit it's that the second he got his hands on Jon, he torpedoed Jon/Imra as a ship. GOOD.

And when the LOSH book finally went out with a whimper (that JLA/LOSH miniseries! what was that!!!), we entered the Taylor Era. Taylor's quirks are less stylistic and more narrative than Bendis's. You can spot Bendisian dialogue at twenty paces, but a Taylor comic tips its hand when it sets up a really interesting premise or a really high stakes threat and then immediately undercuts it with a little wet fart noise of nothing. To wit:

Jon's starting college! This will be an interesting challenge for him to readjust to normal life after six years in a torture-volcano and an indeterminate amount of time in the future, and also considering he never graduated from sixth grade. I wonder what will - oh no he dropped out after three pages. (He has done NOTHING in his civilian identity since, btw. I guess he's too busy hovering just behind Dick at all times to work on his GED or whatever.)

Jon is going to confront Ultraman! Finally the comics will have to engage with all the trauma he must have - oh no Ultraman's dead.

Jon is trapped in the Injustice Universe! This is a really dangerous universe that might make him question everything he knows about - oh he just lectured everyone and flounced off home.

Beast World is a perfect example. Taylor seems to think that having a hero effortlessly solve a problem makes them look badass, but it's actually the effort that makes them look badass. So like, we spent five months keeping the Kryptonians and other A-class heroes away from the spores because the spores are attracted to power and if a Super got spore'd everyone would be in big trouble...but then in the last issue, they just have Jon fly up to everyone with a spore in them, wait for the spore to jump at him, and catch it? That doesn't make the Titans look smart or Jon look tough. It makes all of them look like idiots because it it was that easy, why didn't they do that in the first place?

On top of that, Taylor doesn't ever really earn relationships. Jon and Jay is the obvious one. Jay has no personality. There's no chemistry between the two characters. Jon might as well be dating a cardboard cutout labeled "Proof of Queerness." (Or "Bernard." Ahem.) But we're supposed to be like, yes, give Tom Taylor a GLAAD award for using queer characters as props, when he's going to turn around and kiss Chuck Dixon's ass on social for being homophobic about Jon? UGH.

Honestly worse for me though is the Jon and Dick relationship. Because Taylor is writing both characters, we're supposed to believe that there's this close mentor-mentee bond there? I don't think they EVER interacted before the Taylor era. (And don't even look at me with that retconned-in scene of Dick finding lost baby Jon. You're telling me that Superman, with his X-ray and telescopic vision, needs to call Bruce and Dick for help finding his own son? Fuck off.)

Anyway it all combines to make basically every Jon appearance for the past three years profoundly unsatisfying. Even the stuff that isn't by Taylor never goes anywhere. Remember when he was jealous of the Super Twins for two panels? And then everyone forgot about it forever? SIGH.

HOWEVER.

However.

If there is one thing that Bendis and Taylor and every other writer got right, it's that Jon is crazy bonkers in love with Damian always and forever. Jon has been written like shit since 2019, but he has also not wavered in his devotion for even one single solitary second.

THE EVIDENCE:

This is the first thing Jon does when he gets back to Earth:

He then tells Damian he's contemplating not joining the Legion because he'll have to leave Damian behind. Damian tells him to go and then come get him if it's cool.

Turns out the Legion is cool. Jon comes and gets Damian. The Legion isn't happy about it and Jon threatens to leave if Damian can't stay, while gazing adoringly at Damian's unconscious body cradled in his arms:

Eventually LOSH is canceled and Jon comes home and starts following Damian around by listening for his heartbeat. LIKE PALS DO!

Then Damian gives him a pep talk!

Then there's this ABSOLUTE CUDDLE:

The way Damian nuzzles into Jon's shoulder! Can you even stand it!

And then there's this:

The climax of Son of Kal-El, btw, is one of the several times Jon is saved by Damian and confides in Damian and turns to Damian for comfort or advice...and Jay is just sort of standing there off to the side. I am fully aware I have ship goggles on but the degree of emotional investment Jon has in these relationships is not the same.

Then they had a special issue teamup:

Then we got Dark Crisis, and I actually love this interaction between them, because they are very different people with very different upbringings and this feels extremely in character to me for how they would both handle the loss of their fathers:

But even when they disagree, they still instantly support each other. Jon comes back with information? Damian makes a plan:

Also, we got the 2022 Pride issue where Jon, Jay, and Damian go to Pride together. I know that story is...contentious...but leave me here with Damian sulking while Jon and Jay kiss, okay?

Then we get Adventures of Superman, which is objectively awful, but Jon does spend his whole time in the Injustice universe thinking about Damian like the seagulls in Finding Nemo saying "Mine? Mine? Mine?"

This whole arc is truly hilarious. Jon finds out that Damian accidentally killed Dick and his response is to a) go find Batman and yell at him for not supporting Damian enough for accidentally killing Dick, and then b) go find Damian to be like "Wow, that must have been really hard for you (accidentally killing Dick)." There's being ride or die for your BFF, and then there's whatever the fuck Jon has going on.

(Meanwhile there's an incredibly uncomfortable scene with him and Injustice Jay where Jay "tests" him by trying to get Jon to cheat on regular Jay. So. That happens.)

And then just this past month we got Nightwing #110, where we learn that Jon is still listening to Damian's heart:

He completely freaks out watching Damian in danger, and immediately intervenes when it looks like Damian is about to kill someone because he knows what matters the most to Damian. Also, this happens:

YOU WIN THIS ONE, TAYLOR.

AND THEN THEY BICKER I LOVE IT WHEN THEY BICKER:

AND THEN DAMIAN LETS HIMSELF BE VULNERABLE BY ASKING JON IF HE HURT ANYONE WHILE HE WAS A KITTY, AND JON GIVES YET ANOTHER SPEECH ABOUT HOW DAMIAN HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG EVER, IN HIS LIFE, AND DAMIAN STAGGERS OFF, LEANING ON JON.

This isn't even getting into the Trinity backup stories in Wonder Woman, which, like...Tom King is not valid but Jon and Damian are such an old married couple in them? It's truly incredible?

It took me like 45 minutes to parse Jon's line here as the general 'you" and not specifically Jon saying Damian wasn't straight. But like..."That's for straight people, which has nothing to do with us" is a hell of a thing to say, Jonathan.

I ALSO haven't even talked about DCeased because it's a different universe, but! Jon sitting with Damian while he dies??? MY HEART.

IN CONCLUSION:

Yes, they should never have aged up Jon.

Yes, most of his appearances since have been terrible and bland.

But OH BOY, do he and Damian remain in love.

[liyawritesss]

riri x reader going to a game or playing video games together late at night

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀx ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ

Characters: MCU!Riri Williams x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Drabble

Synopsis: Finals are here and you've been studying non-stop for the past few weeks. Riri gets you to unwind in the only way you can’t refuse.

Warnings: cursing, riri gets a bit upset cuz you're not taking care of yourself, one mention of the word 'depression'

A/N: a mix of a drabble + textfic style that I thought would fit for this request. It's also been a minute since I actually wrote for riri but I have engaged in a lot of the his floating around for her. Particularly the stud!riri ones....if you squint you'll def see the inspiration lmaoo.

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Ten forty-seven.

That was the time on your phone, printed in white against the background of your lock screen. You had been studying for four hours, since the second you got back to your dorm after your last class ended for the day. There had barely been a moment’s rest for you, and after the realization hit that you had been sitting in your seat for four fucking hours rereading the same study guide and notes over and over, you became increasingly aware of the sting your eyes and the soreness of your butt in your desk chair.

Finals were around the corner, and quite frankly, you couldn’t afford to not study. This semester had been exceptionally hard course wise, with the materials for many of your classes being dense and intense. The professors as well were not the kindest, and would make it all too easy for a student to slip up and fail, and you refused to be one of those students.

Your phone buzzes against the wood of your desk, and against your better judgment, you choose to pick it up and see the notifications you have. As you suspect, ignoring your phone and all other electronics for four hours straight garnered you a lot of notifications from the various apps you used on a day to day basis for entertainment and communication. And the first to sit at the top of your notifications column was from none other than your precious girlfriend herself.

riri baby ❣️

babe

babe

baaaaaabbbeeee

let me know you’re alive goddamn

Imyyyyy

like a lot

you know you wouldn’t be stressing like this is you just let me help you study

you know im a good teacher :D

pls answer your goddamn phone

you act like i wont spam your shit you know i’m crazy like that

…..now if i send you sumn imma be in the wrong

you

jesus christ ri

riri baby ❣️

wooooooowwww so you respond to the threat of me sending you nudes but not me being lovey dovey n shit

i see how it is

you

you know what they say

a tit pic a day keeps the depression at bay

riri baby ❣️

I wish my phone wasn’t fucked up so i could send that raven simone gif of her saying ‘ya nasty’

cuz that’s what you are

n a s t y

you

you offered??????

riri baby ❣️

pls tell me you’re not still studying

you been doin that shit since last week 

did you even eat anything when you got back to our room

you

I can neither confirm nor deny either of those questions

riri baby ❣️

omfg

ikyfl

Really (Y/N)?

you

that's not my name :(

you make it sound like i’m in trouble or sumn

riri baby ❣️

cuz you are????

bae its finna be eleven at night and you aint eat or take a break since you got back

you

ik ik ik

i tried to take one i really did

but i was just starting to understand some stuff and I didn't want my stupid brain to forget it just as i was already beginning to relearn it

and I still have so much to go….

riri baby ❣️

put you sumn on

im finna come pick you up and we finna go get sumn to eat

then i’mma spend the night with you and make sure you chill tf out on that studying shit bc you gon fuck around and make yourself sick from all that stress

aight?

you

okay…..

can we get

idk

tacos?

riri baby ❣️

yes we can get tacos pretty girl

And baby?

you

Yes?

riri baby ❣️

i love you

you’re doing great

you 

thank you….n I love you too

can we also play the game when we come back?

riri baby ❣️

yes baby we can play the game

im suppose to be teaching you how to play 2K anyway

i’m downstairs mama

hurry up campus security be out here actin shady n shit

You were thankful that Riri had texted you in the end. You probably would be past out in your desk chair right now if you chose to ignore your phone again, but knowing Riri, she wouldn't have let that happen anyway. The trip to your favorite taco spot wasn’t long, and the cashier there who had memorized your orders made the process swift and painless. 

Returning to your dorm room, Riri wasted no time in shoving your study materials into the drawer of your desk to be forgotten about until tomorrow. You just sat on your bed, as you watched her move about your room with precision, cleaning up your discarded shoes, jacket and backpack, and turning on your gaming console, slipping the 2K23 disc into the game disc slot and loading up the application.

“C’mere,” Riri mutters as she takes you by your hand and pulls you onto her lap after you’ve finished eating. The warmth from her hoodie warms your body that's littered in goosebumps, and she all but ages you against her by wrapping her arm around her waist to connect with the other handle of the controller. You find yourself paying much more attention to her tutorial of the game than any of the course material from any of your classes, her soft voice coaxing relaxation into your mind. And of course, as the ever so appreciative girlfriend you are to her, you make sure to feed her as well while she’s teaching you. 

You’d save study for tomorrow. For right now, you were content with your girlfriend holding you close while she played her game, and you watched attentively, delivering her a victory kiss for every match she wins.

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

Playing Strangers

Summary: At a club with some acquaintances, they point out a ‘stranger’ that seems perfect for the taking. So, you stride up to him and make him yours for the night. If only your club friends knew the truth; that behind closed doors, it's a different story.

Oneshot

Fluff?, Smut, Non-idol au, Established relationship au but “strangers” in the situation 

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work. 

Warnings: Role Playing, *there will be a twist*, Slight choking (m! receiving), Slight Exhibitionism, Slight Dacryphilia, Brat tamer! Q (I suppose- it’s more so hints at it), Degradation, Slight hair pulling (m! & r!receiving), Oral (m! & r! receiving), Edging/Orgasm Denial (m! & r!receiving), Fingering (r!receiving), Protected sex, Use of pet names: Babydoll (and the variations of that) and Slut (once). *And if I missed any pls lmk!*

Word Count: 2,605

Changmin (Q) X Afab!Reader 

[A/n: There are no gendered pronouns, but you are implied for a moment to be shorter. And there were edits made to the summary/warnings on 6/25/24.]

Again, if you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work. 

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Maybe it was silly that Changmin and you kept going around like this and playing out scenarios from your wildest fantasies. But the two of you couldn’t get enough of them, seeing how far and how fast you could rile the other up. This time, you were playing perfect strangers in your favorite club. A place you’ve never been to together, and with your club friends not knowing him or that you were dating, it made it that much more enticing and easier to play out. Your friends bring your attention back, trying to get everyone a date to spend the night with. You knew he was here somewhere. And you wouldn’t settle for anyone different. You roll your eyes as they point out another person until one of them points over at the bar. He’s standing off to the side, dancing to the music, “Well, what about him?” You look him over, sizing him up, “Yeah, I can take him.” They all giggle, and someone eggs you on, “Yeah?” And you smirk, “And I don't mean in a fight.” They wolf whistle, and you head in his direction. 

And that’s when the scenario that the two of you planned out before comes into play, the two of you putting on a show for others. With you acting like you were this big tough badass, putting on the front that no one can tell you what to do, you told them. And that he would be willing to do anything you wished, just to be with you for the night. You strut up to him, and you know he sees you in the corner of his eye from how he visibly perks up before relaxing into his drink. You tap his shoulder, and he turns around. You both have to hide the smiles that wish to creep up. You crawl your fingers up his chest to his neck and wrap your fingers around the column of his throat, squeezing the sides. He smirks down at you, “What do you think you're doing, babydoll?” You hum, and with a shrug, you say, “Seeing if you can measure up to expectations.” His smirk grows wider as he grabs your other wrist and trails your hand down lower until your hand cups over him, and you can't help your smirk turning into a grin as you give him a gentle squeeze. He lets out a soft groan as he closes his eyes, slightly bucking his hips into your hands. “How’s that?” And you smirk, “I think you’ll make do.” He grins before you whisper, “Look at me~” He locks eyes with you, and you ask, “Should we take this somewhere else, baby?” You move your other hand from his neck to cup his jaw, and he groans, “We should.” You move your hand away from his bulge and bring him into a heated kiss. He wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you into him. 

When you’re both breathless, you pull away, and he gives you a nod to continue your role. He sets his glass down for the bartender to take away. And you smirk, “Come on, pretty boy, let me show you my apartment.” He dumbly nods as if you entranced him. And you lead him out with your fingers interlocked. You blow a kiss to your friends, winking as you pass them. They all whistle as Changmin follows you like a lost puppy as if he’s under your spell. And you can’t help the smile that creeps up your face as you exit the club. There’s no one else you’d like to fulfill these fantasies with other than him. As you pass the line of people waiting to get in, you whisper in his ear, “You’d be so cute all tied up… What do you think, baby?” He lets out a small hiss as he says, “Yeah? I think so too… What are you gonna do with me then?” 

You whisper made-up fantasies until you make it to your apartment. When you unlock the door, he grabs your wrist, “Green?” You nod, and he pulls you inside, taking over. Just as the two of you planned. He pins you to the door, locking it behind you before pulling you into a heated kiss. You moan when he pulls away, and he says, “You like teasing me in front of your friends, baby?” You gulp and shake your head ‘yes’, and he tuts, “Words, doll.” You whisper, “Yes…” He laughs, “You like acting like you’re so big and bad…” His lips curl into a smirk as he says, “Too bad that they don’t know that you’re gonna be a good little slut for me.” He pushes you up against your apartment door, nipping at your neck. Your hands find purchase in his hair as he sucks a bite into your collarbone, “Now they’ll know you’re mine to play with.” He marks up your neck before making his way back up to your lips. He pulls you in for a kiss, and you run your fingers through his hair. You pull away, and as you go to kiss his neck, he tuts, “Not yet~” You pout, and he rolls his eyes before pushing you down on your knees. 

You blink at him as if surprised that he would ask, and he tells you, “You like playing all big and bad, so prove it.” You gasp, “H-huh?” And he glares, “Or do you need me to put you in your place?” You gulp before making quick work of his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, and he scoffs, “Come on, doll…” You push him out of his jeans and briefs, and he kicks them to the side. You act surprised as if you’ve never seen it before, “Wow, I didn’t think you were that big…” If this was any other situation, the two of you would be cackling at the cheap line, “We’ll make it fit. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it…” 

You nod your head and place a kiss on his tip, and he lets out a hiss as you lick up his precum. You slowly take him in your mouth, pulling back just to take him deeper. He groans, his hand finding its way into your hair, gripping it as you bob your head back and forth, slowly building a pace. He lets out little groans as you take him deeper. He bucks his hips into your mouth, causing you to gag and tears to prick your eyes. He lets out a loud groan at the sight before saying a soft ‘sorry’ as you pull off of him. He lets you catch your breath before asking if he can take over. You nod and rest your hands on his hips as he adjusts his grip on your hair and begins controlling your movements. You hum around him, shooting vibrations up his spine, making his hips stutter in pace. 

He sets a faster pace with a tighter grip, making tears prick your eyes until one finally decides to fall. And he groans, “B-baby…” his hips stutter a little as his legs get shaky before he pulls you off of him. You pout at him, and he wipes your teary eyes, “God, you’re so hot…” He leans down, pulling you in for a kiss, before pulling you up, whispering to you as if it was a secret to be shared, “I’m so in love with you…” You whisper back, “I love you too.” When you make it back to your bedroom, he flicks the overhead light on and pushes you against the mattress, dragging you to the edge so he can strip you of your bottoms. Before you can close up your thighs, he holds them open, tutting, “Since it is your first time with me, I’ll let it slide this time…” He gives you a pointed look when he gets down on his knees. He places kisses up your thighs before finally kissing you where you need him most. He groans as he licks at your entrance, “You taste so good…” before burying his face in and licking around. He pins you to the mattress to stop you from bucking into his face so he can devour you easier. 

You cry out as he sucks harder on your clit, making you grab at your sheets as you try to find some solace. And he goes, “Where’s my big tough doll? Hmm? Where’s that little attitude now?” He hums against your clit as he sucks on it before pulling back to lap at your entrance. “Look at you… An absolute mess for me.” His tongue circles around your clit as you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance. He adds one at a time, making you grab his hair and pull on it as he thrusts his fingers out of you, “B-baby…” “Hmm?” “I’m-I’m getting c-close…” He hums and places a kiss on your clit, as he starts thrusting his fingers faster, and your moans and whimpers get louder and louder. Until he pulls completely away from you, nearly making you scream at the loss of sensation. Your legs shake as you lose the fuzzy feeling. And he teases with a small laugh, “Oh, sorry, were you close…?” You nearly want to kill him, and he runs his fingers up your thighs, “I thought you already finished…” If you weren’t playing perfect strangers, you would have strangled him because he knew exactly what he was doing. He continues, “You know I didn’t cum yet, baby. Would it be fair for you to finish without me?” You roll your eyes and reach up and pull him to you to tell him, “If you don’t fuck me right now-” He laughs, cutting you off, “Okay, okay.” 

He helps you move up the bed and onto the pillows before crawling between your legs. He gets close to your ear, “You look heavenly like this.” You giggle as he breaks his act. And you whisper back, “You do too.” The ceiling light hits him just right, making him glow. And if this was really a stranger’s first time together. The lights would be off as you both tried to hide yourselves. But you weren’t strangers. You were two lovers playing a game. And with that, the two of you go back to your act. You reach into your bedside table, “You better wrap it since I don’t know where your dick has been.” He laughs, and you wink at him before he rips it open with his teeth and slips the condom over him. “Perfect size, how did you know?” You laugh and shrug, “Been around the block once or twice.” He laughs, and you reach up and kiss him before he lines up with your entrance. When he finally sinks in, you both groan. He puts his weight on his arms, hovering over your neck to place a kiss on it before finally bottoming out. You both let out a breath of relief, and he asks, “Better?” You sigh, “Better.” 

He places a kiss on your lips before he begins thrusting and leaving pretty marks along your neck. And you can’t help but do the same, sucking hickeys into his collarbone. When he hits the spot that has you seeing stars, you grip the sheets and cry out for him, throwing your head back into the pillows. He smiles as he kisses his way back up to your jawline to get you to look at him. You blink up at him and notice how swollen his lips are. It makes you want to kiss him, so you do. You capture his lips in yours, moving your hands from the sheets and into his hair. He slips his tongue into your mouth when you let out a loud moan. And you let him lick around until you both need to pull back for air. When you catch your breath from the heated kiss, he pulls almost completely out to tell you, “It's so cute how tough you looked in front of everyone…” Before slamming back in to whisper in your ear, “When really... you're the one underneath me.” He grunts as he rolls his hips faster into yours as you buck your hips into his. He kisses you deeply again and picks up his pace, hitting inside of you deeper and deeper. When you pull away, you start out, “Fuck… For a stranger…” You groan, kissing his jaw, “You certainly know…” He lets out a little, “Hmm?” And you continue as he rolls his hips into yours, “All the right spots to hit.” He smirks and tells you, “I’ll leave you wanting more, doll.” He runs his fingers over your clit, before rubbing it in circles, making you cry out, “Fuck!” 

He captures your lips in another kiss. And you moan into it as he rubs your clit faster and faster. When your moans become louder, he goes, “You gonna cum, baby?” You whine at that, and he encourages you as he rubs faster, “Come on… you can.” You squeeze your eyes shut as you grip the sheets harder, and when he applies more pressure on your clit, you release. Tightening your walls around your cock and he groans, “Baby… You’re squeezing me so tight…” With a few more thrusts, he spills into his condom. “Fuck, doll, I’ve never cum that hard from a one-night stand…” You lazily smirk, “Maybe we should do this again...” He lays on top of you and kisses your jaw, and you ask, “So, do I finally get to know your name, handsome?” He looks up at you and smiles, “It's Changmin. And yours, lovely?” You stutter your name out as he finally pulls out, “(Y/n).” He smirks, “Charmed.” He throws away the used condom, and you kiss his neck, and he asks, “What do you say to another round, stranger?” You leave a bite on his neck, “You're on.” He grins, pulling on another condom before slipping back into you. 

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And when you’re both tired from your third round, he lays beside you. You roll your head to the side to face him. Both of you trying to find your way through the mess you made of each other. When you catch your breath, you ask, “So, how was that?” He grins, “Close to what I imagined.” You hum, “What could have been better?” “Proving you were mine right then and there.” You laugh, “You’re the one that wanted to play this scenario out~” He pouts at that, and you kiss it. He asks, “Did you like it?” 

You grin, “It was fun to act like I was the one who had you under my spell.” He lets out a ‘hmm,’ and you raise your eyebrow, “What if… next time you do?” You blink at him, “What do you mean?” “It’d be hot if you took control, once~ Maybe even tie me up as you fantasized earlier.” You grin, “It certainly wouldn’t be boring~” He brings his hand to your jaw, cupping it, “I love you.” You smile as you lean in to kiss him, “I love you more.” You both giggle into the kiss. When you pull away, he pulls the covers over you and whispers, “We’ll shower in the morning.” You hum, and he pulls you into his chest. As you drift off, you can’t help but think about how fun he made the little scenarios you two came up with. The scenarios by themselves were exciting, but doing it with him? That’s what made the fun worth it.

[almostgenerallyalways]

tgm fic recs

@stcverogers tagged one of my fics in a rec list yesterday and i thought it was such a good idea, i wanted to share some of my own favs

in no particular order:

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hangman 

one time thing // kiss the sun (fight the fire) // love that’s a real long shot  He nods again like that’s exactly what he expected you to say. “I think you’re wrong. Doesn’t matter now though, does it?” i would rec anything by @callsignvalley but this is probably the series that got me most. i also love tailspin and its rooster follow up steady

california coast in your green eyes // i’ll carry my bags just until i can hold you again (2 different series) Bob’s older sister gets the news that his plane went down during a training drill, and shows up at the hospital at the same time as an arrogant pilot. //  Six months after they break up, Jake shows up at Julie’s Family thanksgiving. A second chance holiday romance with fake dating, family drama, and fall festivities. @theharddeck these fics, esp carry my bags, feel so so real and human to me, i love julie and the characterisation of jake feels so on point i also love her series out of the clear, blue sky as well as kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit + its follow ups

i’ve been holdin’ out so long (4 part series) You can’t stand Hangman, but your dreams lately say otherwise. He notices. @steadfastconviction i adore Bluegrass and her sass

do not engage (series) You hate Hangman. Really, you do... Or so you like to think, until it begins to seem like that distaste might not be as strong as you’d prefer to believe. @clints-lucky-arrow the entire f&f universe is great but Duchess especially is a badass

afterburn (series) It had been clear from the moment you got inside a cockpit that you were going to be something special. You certainly weren’t the youngest Naval Aviator to be invited to TOPGUN, but you had been the youngest to graduate at number one in more than thirty years. Which is all the more reason why it was so tragic that you would never, ever, be able to fly again. @top-hhun is a master of setting a scene

the off-season (series) It was supposed to just be one summer. But somehow you found yourself living in your grandparent’s Maine vacation house indefinitely. It was quiet when the summer tourists left, but tolerable. That was, until your brother’s friend from college needed a place to crash and he somehow wound up staying in your guest bedroom. Also indefinitely. @ereardon just started this series but i’m so into this world (au) already

fuck (the universe) (series) You’re a Kazansky–Tom “Iceman” Kazinsky’s youngest daughter–and you’ve taken after your father and become a Naval aviator. You finished at the top of your class at Top Gun and have worked diligently and fruitlessly to get to where you are now: North Island. You don the call-sign Wisteria not only because the beauty of the flower but because of its lethal qualities. i mention @roosterbruiser below bc i read landslide first but holy fuck indeed

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rooster 

landslide (series) It’s been almost three years since the accident that took half of her, and Faye “Clover” Ledger seems fine, really. She loves her old house, she has a perpetually expanding vinyl collection, she’s got a job she likes on base, and she is only a short drive from the beach. She’s grounded--literally. @roosterbruiser landslide is one of those fics i have to read in little bits because it’s just too good. beautiful writing that just transports me (and i love faye, she may be the most developed fanfic oc i’ve ever read - and I love her taste in music)

baby let’s play house // pt 2  you got yourself in trouble. bradley has a bit of a savior complex. together, you come up with what could potentially be the worst idea in the longstanding and illustrious history of bad ideas. @seasonsbloom i just really love this fic, it shows all the quietest best parts of bradley

first impressions  at the induction day for the newest recruits of the Golden Warriors of VFA 87, rooster assumes you’re a civilian, instead of, you know, a member of his team? you see how far you can push it before he figures it out.  @ohcaptains‘s pilot in this fic is the badass bitch i wish i could be. as well as fucking funny.

like i can (series) After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay. @sometimesanalice perfect blend of cute, funny and heartmelting

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bob 

he’s so pretty (when he goes down on me) // pt 2  things between you and Bob are strictly business: he’s your backseater, and that’s all there is. @seasonsbloom‘s writing is so good it made me want to try writing fic myself

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hangman x rooster

we’re fools to make war In a Walmart at three am, between beef jerky and tortilla chips, with the lights flickering above them like it’s the fucking twilight zone, Bradley wants him more than he’s ever wanted anyone. or: it's a hundred degrees in texas. i can’t find a tumblr link for this but the writer is @baroness-elsa. this is 66k words and i read it in two days which probably says enough. holy shit.

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there are many many more (this fandom is FULL of talented writers, damn) but this already took me an hour so that’ll be part 2 haha

[knight-princess]

Willow Month: Favourite Character

First of all, I’d like to say: how dare you make me choose a favourite character. This is psychological torture. How can I possibly choose a favourite child. How dare

But yeah. It’s gotta be Jade

This. This right here. This was the scene, this was the moment Jade became my favourite character. Yes it’s within minutes of the character being introduced. That’s how good they were at engaging me. That’s how good Erin’s performance was. This was the moment they snagged my gay heart. I watched the show because a friend told me it was gay, and I wondered, will it be text or just subtext? And I put it on and I watched Erin flawlessly perform a girl hopelessly in love with her childhood best friend and I was enthralled

So yeah, as much as I adore Elora, and as much as Scorpia is a fucking badass and a queen, Kit is the prince of baby gaydom cough vale of boobs cough cough we all needed in our lives, Boorman’s just iconic and sad angry frown prince is most precious and must be protected and Willow is so often underrated as a character (which is enormously ironic given the shows named after him), but, as much as I love them and all the many other characters that made this show a joy to watch, Jade appeared on the screen and immediately landed a spot in the hall of absolute favourite characters of all time

Come on. They gave me a baby sword lesbian who is so obviously smitten with her princess right from the first scene it’s not even funny, the conflicting desires and arranged marriages angst, the aspiring knight who’s gonna train with the best of the best but it means leaving the girl who means the world to her. Then they had that girl break into her room to kiss her goodbye and be arrogant as a parting gesture “you’re gonna be a great knight. But I’ll still kick your ass” and then be gone and Jade’s gay brain is just flatlining. The way Jade didn’t just lean into it but chased the kiss? Perfection. They gave me all that before we were even done with the first episode. They gave me a badass young woman figuring out who she is and falling in love with a girl who she’ll follow to the end of the world and then off the edge of it

They made me fall in love with Jade’s character right from the get go and then took her on an amazing quest, with revelations coming hard and fast about her past and her history. They gave her a love story that moved me to tears but didn’t make that the sum totality of her character. Jade’s arc and her journey of self discovery and understanding and the exploration of devotion and what it’s sources are and what they should be, and then her beautiful love story complete with heartfelt cheesy swoon-worthy declarations of love, will always have a special place in my heart

[wrenthemoralfander]

Mortal Kombat Characters who I would die for:

Kenshi Takahashi

This man-

This man is so fine. I would- do you know what? Nevermind, let’s continue on.

Kitana

Do I even to begin on why I would die for Kitana?

•Baby Girl

•Deserves to be Khan

•Has Dagger Fans

•In first Mortal Kombat movie, helps Lui Kang defeat sub zero.

•She genuinely is the best

•Got me into the Mortal Kombat games

Raiden

Listen, hear me out. This man has been a good mentor, and he is an amazing father figure. Is he one of my favorite characters? No. But is he fucking amazing? Yes.

I wish him all the best. He deserves a cookie and a hug.

Now what about Revenant Raiden?

Yes.

That is all.

Ermac

I have no justification for this one. I just really like him.

He would probably kill me, and I would be fine with that. You can’t lie though, his drip is pretty cool!

Sheeva

Mortal Kombat 9 version is good, but not my fav.

Mortal Kombat 11 on the other hand is my absolute favorite. So much more depth to her. I’m sorry, but if she told me I had to die, I would accept it. I would die to see her smile.

Jacqui and Takeda

They both are engaged. Found out based on an intro with Joker who I played against.

I love them both. They are great. Hope they have a good life together.

Fujin

Fujin, I love him.

He is a great guy, free spirit and honesty, if he told me I would be needed, I would do it…

For him!

His weapon is badass.

Yes

Cyrax

Cryax is one of my favorite characters, before and after he became a cyborg. I would die for him. I love him and wish him all the best.

Bonuses/Honorable Mentions:

Kung Jin

He is archer, sassy and is cool. I would protect him with my life.

Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion (Both Mortal Kombat X and Mortal Kombat 11)

Hanzo, both him and his Mk11 version are so fine. I love them dearly. Was really happy when I played as him.

Fuck Quan Chi

[dxdoha]

yaaaay, she's finally in! hi everyone, it's sera or sarah (whichever you prefer because i like both) and i'm here with my girl, bae doha - a tier c agent who mostly works in espionage, a girl can show many sides to her personality simultaneously which is probably considered crazy to most people but i swear it's not her fault. if any of your muses want to engage in some wild shenanigans, please do like to plot and i'll come over to u to plot and possibly share discords if you want that! i'll put a hopefully (?!) shortened little summary of her under the cut! if you want something more in depth, you can look at her profile here as well!

when i decided to write her, automatically i thought of spy x family as a tiny part of her backstory was inspired by it if you couldn't tell already!!

doha in a way, is trying to figure out the cause of her parents' deaths, as in who turned their house into a fire cockpit so she has been trying to get her hands on documents or sensitive information on any villain she can encounter on missions (if she feels as if they could be the cause of it).

by the way, she was about to die too in that house but her mom basically protected her til the very end and she did survive long enough to be saved.

from the orphanage she stayed at, that was when her abilities started to go out of control and she would manifest like multiple copies of herself so they'd have an extra two dohas running around. doha was just that one kid who stands in the corner, a lonely kid but with the ability to make clones of herself, people see her differently.

she got adopted at the age of 11 from super spy parents and you'd think that normal parents look for a child because they just want a normal little happy family, right? well it was like shopping to them when they decided to take doha home. her powers intrigued them and everything and they thought simply having a baby was too much work.

went into school fairly early, like a month after she got taken home from the orphanage. private school in korea pretty much, which had her parents pull some strings in order to get her into it but it worked, due to her mom's profession. went there until she was able to pass exams in order to enter the academy, which she ultimately joined once she was sixteen. finished in the top five basically, barely made it up there actually!

has been a tier c agent for not even a full six months? she's still pretty new. she has gotten better at espionage though due to her father's teachings in combat and her mom tries to help her temper her own emotions; got her charm from her.

you can be charming and be a loser at the same time, that's doha basically. the number of times she embarrasses herself during a mission was plenty but thankfully no one notices.

but anyone can definitely find other sides to her if they encounter any of her clones around doha's vicinity. just a warning that one may be meaner than the other or one much more confident and less embarrassing than the original. in the end, they are all still her. real doha is more empathetic at least.

all still her in terms of personality, ones that are buried i guess!

plot ideas anyone?

so many orphaned kids in this rp so maybe there was one that was in the same one as doha and witnessed her powers go out of control?

you dropped some sensitive information somewhere out in public that could make or break you on accident and now doha managed to find it?

met one of doha's clones out and about and then you meet doha herself and she seems completely differently from the one you met earlier? because that happens sometimes.

fellow spies apart of n.e.p.a, rise up!

not gonna lie, i am a big fan of romance whether it becomes something or not so like... maybe there is someone who just completely charms her by doing something cool and badass.

two terribly lonely souls drinking at a bar to have fun, or go to a cute bakery to have a perfectly crafted cake all to themselves.

frenemies? rivals? we love those! two people who love to compete with one another every chance they get or just one of them waiting for the other to fail / embarrass themselves so they can laugh? it's endless.

for a more serious plot... maybe you heard about that one family who became collateral damage to a villain attack and you suspect doha was apart of it in some way? as in she was effected by it? or you've been in the medical field and suspect something instantly? public isn't aware of it.

if nothing else, we can brainstorm! that's a-okay with me too!

[cauldronblssd]

20 Questions for Writers tag game!

Thank you for the tag @tunaababee!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 3! Elucien week brought my count up.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 89,454!

3. What fandoms do you write for? I've only written for Acotar, but who knows!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? LMAO I only have three, it's FITS, Morning Edition, and Watch it Glow in that order.

5. Do you respond to comments? Somtimes?? I go through phases of responding and phases of being shy. But I am so so so so grateful for every single comment even if I haven't replied. It's not you, it's me.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Watch It Glow will end up being the angstiest, but Lucien and Elain and friends get happy endings always.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? FITS will be the happiest ending! But the only fic I've actually published the ending for is Morning Edition, so I guess Lucien being horny for Elain is my happiest ending right now. 😂

8. Do you get hate on fics? Nope everyone has been so supportive and I'm so so grateful!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do I engage in smut of of all kinds, sweet and tender and also absolutely filthy. I love a dommy Lucien and tend to write him that way and Elain just completely down for everything too. Currently writing something of a different and deranged variety that I'll post soonish.

10. Do you write crossovers? Not crossovers but I do love writing things inspired by other media! Currently writing a fic that follows the plot of a film and having so much fun with it!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No but there's one that's been discussed that I might write soon as a little treat.

14. What is your all-time favorite ship? In ACOTAR? Elucien hands down all the way. But I mean I also love Azris and Feysand and Nessian and also Gwynriel and Neris and Gwynlain and other ships that seemingly contradict each other. And as a general rule, if it's gay I like it.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I've got a couple half written fics that I started before fits that are either too angsty or felt too similar to what's already out there. Also some smut I'm nervous to have see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths? I love to write dialogue! And all the little daily details and humdrum kind of things that add a bit of context.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? PLOT?? LOL at least that's where I always get stuck. I'm having a good time vibin and writing smut and ten pages about what Elain had for breakfast and then I get to the plot and it takes me so so long to write it out even when I have it all planned.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't know that I'm confident enough in another language to write a full set of dialogue. Especially because the other languages I've studied are in an academic context. But I would employ the help of a friend if the occasion called for it!

I recognize this is very American of me - there are plenty of writers in this fandom writing in English when that's not their first or primary language and you are all brilliant badasses and I bow at your feet.

19. First fandom you wrote for? ACOTAR. FITS is my first time writing fanfic and I love it so much!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? FITS! It's my baby and I love the longfic format to give me some room for emotional build up and pay off. And I just am so soft for them both in that fic and I want to kiss their sweet angsty little faces. But also I'm having so much fun with the WIP I'm currently racing through so that might become a favorite!

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Not sure who has been tagged already!

@witch-and-her-witcher @wilde-knight @velidewrites @beesays @missfckingfortune @foundress0fnothing

[coquelicoq]

The Count of Monte Cristo!

ooh GOOD ONE

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) eugénie danglars. never getting over the time she murdered the count at the opera by asking if his much younger girlfriend was his daughter. she's engaged to albert and completely ignores him. she thinks her mom's lover is a total loser (correct, and also hilarious). she ends the book by dressing as a man and running away to brussels with her girlfriend. literally who is doing it like her.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) THE TELEGRAPH MAN!!! he just wanted to grow nectarines and instead the count bullied him into committing fraud! 🥺😭

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) bertuccio. he tried to murder villefort (understandable) and failed (understandable) but did manage to rescue the baby villefort had just tried to murder and bury in the backyard (badass). and he's very talented! i'm also fond of the comtesse G--, who thinks the count is a vampire.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) i'm gonna go with dumas's obsession with the weird way he thinks english people walk and talk and just basically behave in general. i did in fact make a post listing every occurrence of this, so.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) the abbé busoni specifically. he's such a little shithead in the interrogation with villefort. first of all he's lying to villefort the whole time, just totally fucking with him. secondly he has one of those desk lamps with the little colored shade and he keeps pointing it directly in villefort's face like HE'S the one being interrogated. thirdly he is SO snarky but in such a way that villefort can't call him out on it. the count is an asshole, but when he's an asshole as busoni i'm having so much fun with it.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) albert. he's so fun to torment, and it's really easy: all you have to do is be a lady and not look at him. i'm already really really good at that!

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) le procurer du roi. villefort can stay he just has to get a different job that is easier for me to pronounce.

[beanghostprincess]

Shanks taking care of baby usopp would be so fucking cute.

Babysitting him was not intentional. He went over yassops to get some updates on joining his crew. He actually talked to Banchina first and played with her baby waiting for yasopp to come back. They actually got along and had a very pleasant conversation He learned quite a lot about her past.

Apparently she was a part of the resistance since she was 16 before meeting yasopp and was engaged to him for 5 years. She went under cover and actually became an assistant (not a slave) to a celestial dragon. She spent those years Liberating and helping slaves all while gathering information.

She figured he waited for her to come back, it wouldn't hurt to do the same for him. (I just know usopp's mom was a badass you can't tell me otherwise She knowingly and willingly married a pirate. She has to be an extremist. She hates the government!! )

After yasopp came back he gave his spiel about asking him to be in the crew. He's a vital asset. He was the first person he asked that's how confident he is. Yasopp actually said yes this time! but give him a couple years with his family. He was so excited that he ran all the way to a ship to tell Ben completely forgetting that he was holding a baby.

Instead of going back to his house he decided to just keep him around and play with him for a while until he has to give him up. I mean he's going to get his ass beat either way. Doesn't matter if they come for him or he takes him back so we might as well have some fun until that happens.

He shows his around the ship it's not a big ship, not yet. He shows him how to raise the sale, how to steer, how to use a compass. He gives him tips on being a pirate. Mostly stuff he learn from his apprenticeship. He's really out here showing this baby around and talking to him like an adult as if he can retain any of this. Shanks doesn't even know the baby's name he just calls him yasopp's baby and eventually just little yasopp. But still he knows that this baby is going to be someone great just like his old man.

He started to get fussy so he took him out to get something to eat and look around syrup village. By this time yasopp is panicking looking for his son Banchina is surprisingly calm which just causes him to freak out even more. He finds shanks at a bar feeding his son pudding and juice. As he expected Yasopp punches the back of his head before taking his son back. Shanks got this man running across the village like a maniac looking for his child only to find him at a bar.

This is so damn sweet!! Sobbing!! The idea you have of Banchina is amazing, tbh, I just love her. I just know she's a badass too. I mean, as you said, she married Yasopp and she's Usopp's mom, so of course she's great. I love her being all calm while Yasopp panics LKAEFNKLSDNFLSKDN It's great.

And Shanks??? With Usopp??? Calling him little Yasopp and playing with him and showing him the ship?? Honestly, I think I just love Shanks with kids because he just has the biggest father energy. And this is just so sweet because Usopp would have,,, So much fun,, To make things better, thinking about Shanks actively visiting them constantly and when Usopp meets Luffy and sees the straw hat he's like???? "Did Shanks have a son my age??? WHEN????" and he keeps trying to figure out if Luffy is Shanks' son and every time he asks something like that (without actually asking asking) it just makes sense that he is his son. Then Luffy explains his relationship with Shanks and Usopp is like "Hey!! Me too!! He was so nice to me before my dad joined his crew!!" and it's just the cutest reunion between the youngest generation that was raised by successful pirates.

Crying, sobbing, this is,,, Adorable. Once again saying that Shanks with kids is one of my favorite things ever.

[justmeinadaze]

In the Eye of the Beholder Part 2 (Eddie X Plus size reader) 

A/N: So I hadn't planned on writing a part 2 but I saw this post and it gave me the idea. I hope you like it. She's still a confident badass plus sized angel and Eddie is still totally smitten. <3

Warnings: Hella Smut. More so towards the end. A lot of it is cute fluffy Eddie. There is a moment where the reader talks about a confrontation with her mother that makes Eddie angry. The confrontation might trigger some especially since its an actually conversation I've had with my own biological parent. "If you just lose some more weight..." Ok, no one asked Karen! (Please remember people are ignorant and you are beautiful no matter how you look on the outside <3 )

Word Count: 4200

“Hey, Sweetheart.” Eddie greets you as you walk into the door of the record shop he works at. You hoist yourself on the counter by your arms, leaning forward to give him a big, sloppy kiss. You feel him smile against your lips. “I’m almost done closing here. Feel free to look around a bit.”

“Okay. Did you have a good day?”

“I did. No one asked me about Madonna or Cher so I didn’t have to pretend like I knew what any of their songs were.”

“Life is a mystery. Everyone must stand alone.” You start singing loudly from across the room. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Eddie waves a dismissive hand in your direct making you laugh. 

“I hear you call my name. And it feels like home.” 

“Ok, you stop it over there. You know what? Let me show you real music. Hang on a second.” Eddie disappears from behind the counter. The speakers in the store crackle as some music starts to play. As you cross back towards his area, he reappears with a huge smirk plastered on his face. You thought you saw something behind that smile as if Eddie was up to something. 

“What’s this?” You ask pointing towards the ceiling referencing the music. 

“When I See You Smile” by a band called Bad English.” He walks around the counter and takes your hand in is, placing your other on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around your waist. You two begin to sway side to side to the music. Eddie looks down at you, grinning. “The first time I heard this it made me think of you.”

Sometimes I want to give up I want to give in, I want to quit the fight And then I see you, baby And everything's alright, everything's alright

“Aw, Eddie. You’re making me blush.” You wrap both your arms around his neck, reaching up on your tip toes to kiss him. 

“Seriously. I have no idea where I would be if I hadn’t met you. The first time I saw you when we were kids I was like ‘That girl is something.’ You are beautiful, smart, funny, and tough as hell!”, he laughs. “You’ve been there for me through everything and I love you.” 

He reaches into his jacket pocket and you let out a gasp, covering your mouth in surprise as he gets down on his knee. “Y/N Y/L/N… will you marry me?” You practically tackle him to the ground, wrapping your arms around him. “Whoa shit! Does that mean yes?”

“Yes! Yes! Of course, it’s a yes!” 

He pushes the engagement ring on your finger. It’s a silver band with a small sparking stone in the middle. Wrapped around it on either side were skulls just like the ring Eddie wears. 

“I know it’s not big or flashy or anything but—”

“Eddie, shut up.” As you lean down to kiss his lips again, you can feel him smiling and laughing. “Baby, I love it. I love you.”

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Eddie barges into your shared apartment, slamming the door behind him. You quickly jog to him from where you are in the kitchen. 

“Whoa! Hold up there, Speed Racer. What’s going on, Hun?” 

“Where is she?!”

“Where’s who?”

“Your mom! Is she here?”

You exhale a frustrated sighed as you place your hands on Eddie’s shoulders trying to slow him down. “Baby, this isn’t a gigantic apartment. If she was here, you would have found her already.” He places his hands on his hips as he tries to breathe through his anger. “Steve or Robin?” His eyes shift up to meet yours. “Who told you? Was it Robin or Steve?”

“Steve called me while I was at work.”

“Ugh, I’m going to kick that pretty boy’s ass.” 

“Did she really tell you if you lost a few pounds the dresses would look better?”

“Eddie, calm down. We both know how she is…”

“STOP BEING SO CALM ABOUT THIS!” He shouted, cutting you off. 

You pull out a chair at the kitchen table and sit, waiting for him to work through his emotions. After a couple of minutes, he grabs one of the chairs and sits in front of you. Eddie places his hand lightly on top of yours. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell. It just… pisses me off. Not just because of what she said but because you’re only going to get married once. The whole dress part is supposed to be a big moment for girls. I hate the idea of her ruining that for you.”

“Sweetie, I promise you she didn’t ruin anything. At least I know now, after I kill you and inherent millions for me and my next husband, not to invite her dress shopping.”

Eddie tries to stifle his laugh. “Sweetheart, please. Be serious.”

“Look, baby. She’s been doing and saying stuff like that for as long as I can remember. But, I mean, I have you, Robin, Steve, Henderson, everybody. I care what you guys think. Not her.” 

You watch his chest as he takes a deep breath in and out. “I think we should have that discussion again.”

“Eddie…”

“Princess, come on. What if she does something during the ceremony or raises her hand during that ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ part?” 

You shrug your shoulders. “I want her to see me get married.” You voice is barely above a whisper and Eddie sees the hurt in your eyes. He delicately pulls your hand towards him motioning for you to get up and sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around you and places his head against your chest. You stroke his long wavy hair as you lean your cheek against him. 

“I know, Sweetheart. I get it. I still kind of wish my parents could be there to.”

You place a kiss on the top of his head. “If it makes you feel any better, Robin told her to shut up and leave.”

Eddie pulls back and looks up at you with wide dramatic eyes. “Did she really? That’s my girl! Steve didn’t tell me that. What did your mom do?”

“Well, she’s afraid of Robin now so,” you both continue to sit like that for a while, holding each other as you laugh. 

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“Oh my gosh, you look so pretty!” Robin claps her hands as she dances around you. Nancy reaches up adjusting your veil. 

“You look beautiful.” She smiles as she squeezes your hand. 

“Thank you.” You try to control the grin on your face but you’re just too excited and quite frankly a little nervous. “Ok, I need pre wedding booze. Anyone?” Nancy reaches in bag and passes you a flask. “Ah. My angel.” You toss back the container making a face as it leaves your lips. 

“Honey, there’s no reason to be nervous. I posted Vickie right behind your mom to smack her if she causes any trouble.” Robin tries to calm you as she takes a sip from the flask you pass her. 

“I’m not worried about that. What if I trip or—”

“Then we’ll catch you.” Nancy interjects retrieving her flask, taking a sip herself, and then placing it back in her purse. “Y/N everything’s going to be fine. Just focus on Eddie.”

“Wow.” Your dad enters the bridal suite of the church with his mouth agape. “Is that my daughter? Sweetheart, you look so gorgeous.” You reach for him placing your arms around his neck pulling him in for a hug. “You ready?”

You nod your head as Robin hands you the bouquet. Your dad holds out his elbow for you to take and leads you toward the entrance to the church. When the doors open for the bridesmaids to begin walking you try to peak over their heads to try and get a glimpse of your soon to be husband. 

Your dad chuckles as he leans down and whispers, “Calm down. You’re almost there.”

You take a deep breath as you hear the notes of the bridal march begin to play. As you two start your walk down the aisle you make note of everyone’s smiling faces but when you make eye contact with the one face that matters most you almost break down in tears. 

Eddie is standing at the alter with his handsome black suit fitting perfectly against his frame. He told you beforehand he thought it would be more formal if he pulled his hair back but you insisted he keep it down. 

“When have we ever been formal?”

“Babe! We are having a fancy ass wedding in a church!”, he laughs at you.

“Come on. We’ll count it as our ‘something old’.”

When he saw you, his hand immediately flew up to grab his chest. Steve lightly patted him on the back, grinning from ear to ear. You and your father stopped right before the preacher and he leaned down to move your veil behind your head. He cupped your face in his hands, place a tender kiss on your forehead. 

Eddie extended his own hand out and you took it as you took the couple of steps up to be level with him. It was then that you noticed the tears around his eyes. 

“Oh no”, you let out a small giggle as you reached your thumb up to whip them away. He quickly turns away to whip his eyes on the back of his hand. 

“Sorry. You’re just so beautiful. Oh my god.” The sounds of awes rippled through the pews of people as the ceremony began.

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“Okay! Everyone shut up!” Robin’s voice boomed through the microphone she was holding as she stood in the middle of the dance floor of the reception hall. Steve appeared out of nowhere placing a chair down next to her. She turned dramatically, pointing her index finger in your direction. “Mrs. Munson! Come hither!” She loudly pats her hand on the pad of the chair. 

You roll your eyes as you head towards her and take your place in your seat. “Gentlemen! The groom!” Steve and Dustin pull Eddie out of his own seat, guiding him to the other side of Robin. You both make eye contact, speaking without using words. “These are our weird friends.”

“Edward Munson, my beautiful friend over there has something wrapped around her thigh. Can you grab that for us, please?” In response to Robin’s request, you lift your leg, pointing your toes in his direction. An almost sinful grin spreads across his beautiful face. “Corroded Coffin! You may begin!” The band starts playing sultry music as Robin walks off the dance floor. 

Eddie focuses all his attention on you as he saunters in your direction. His hips sway to the music, making you giggle. His eyes never leave yours as he takes off his suit jacket, throwing it to the side. Once directly in front of you, he descends to his knees rolling up his sleeves in the process. When his hands make contact with your calf, a shiver runs down your spine. You bite your bottom lip, smiling down at him. 

His fingers trace your leg as they slowly make their way up to your thigh. 

“Come on, Munson! Save some for the honeymoon!” Robin shouts from the side. Eddie gives you wink as he pushes up your wedding dress exposing your leg. The room erupts in hoots and sexy whistles making you blush. You push your leg up softly against his chest as he leans down to kiss your knee and up your thigh. 

“Eddie!” You laugh as you shove at his shoulders. You can feel him smile against your skin as he bites down, pulling the garter down your leg with his teeth. You cover your face with your hands and he lifts you from the chair, spinning you around to place you on his lap as he takes a seat. He grabs your chin with his fingers, pulling your lips to his. 

Eddie looks around the room for Steve. “Hey! Here Harrington.” He tosses the garter to him and then wraps both arms around you. You hug his head to your chest, brushing his hair back with your fingers. “Since Nancy caught the flowers.”

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Eddie kicks the door of the apartment open with his foot as he takes you across the threshold in his arms. He carried you all the way to the bedroom before practically throwing you on the mattress. When he started to unbutton his shirt, you reached out to stop him. 

“Can you keep it on a little longer? You just look so handsome.” 

He smiles, tossing himself on the bed next to you making you bounce. He rolled to his side and reached out to caress your cheek. “Was it good? The wedding I mean. I mean was it everything you wanted it to be?”

“Eddie, I married you. It was everything and more.”

“Aw, babe. That was disgustingly cute.” You punch his arm as he laughs at you. 

“What about you? Was it everything you wanted it to be.” You reach over to take his hand in yours. 

“And more.” Eddie cups your face in his hands as he kisses your lips, soft at first but growing stronger. When he pulls back his are shadowed over with lust. “As beautiful as you look in this dress, I really want to tear it off of you right now.”

“Um, I’m not going to lie, you may have to.” You giggle as his eyebrows furrow together. “Robin and Nancy kind of had to get me into it. I have no idea where any of the clasps or zippers or whatever’s holding it together are.”

Eddie quickly climbs on top of you running his hands over every part of your dress. He shouts out a tiny aha near your side when he finds the clasps and unhooks it. You feel the weight of your body breathe as he peels away the fabric. 

“Oh my god.” You sigh in relief. “I loved that dress but, man, after 6 hours or so of it hugging my fat it’s nice to be able to fully take a breath.” You smile faulters slightly as you notice Eddie staring down at you with a concentrated look painted on his face. “Eddie? You ok?” You get up on your knees and shuffle to him placing your hands on his shoulders. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. I just… I’m looking at you in our bed, after our wedding, in that fucking sexy matching white bra and panties, and I’m just fully realizing how lucky I am.” You lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re my wife. My wife.”

“Mmhmm. Mrs. Munson.” A small growl escapes his throat as you say your new last name. He takes your palm and places it over his pants on to his groin.

“Say it again.” He whispers.

“Mrs. Munson.” He closes his eyes as you slowly rub your hand against him. “If you want, I can make it more official and scroll it in permanent marker all over my notebooks with cute little hearts over the dots.”

Eddie moans but presses his teeth into his bottom lip, holding back a laugh. He slides off his jacket and as he starts unbuttoning his shirt you fumble with his belt. He leans into you placing kisses along your jaw and down your neck. 

“When you were in the chair and I had to take the garter off your thigh”, he murmurs against your throat, “I could smell your sweetness through these silk panties. You whimper when his fingers press on your cloth covered folds between your legs. “It was so hard not to just eat your pussy right there.” Moving your underwear slightly he slides his index finger through your slick.

“Please”, you moan as you lean forward placing your lips on his shoulders and up towards his neck.

“Please what, babe?”

“I want to feel your tongue on me, please Eddie. I need to feel your fingers inside of me.” You start grinding your hips on his hand but he pulls it away and you whine at the loss of contact. 

Eddie wiggles the rest of the way out of his pants and you move your body so your flat on the bed on your back. You slide off your panties and toss it at his chest. He catches them with a big grin but before he can throw them to the side you toss your bra and it lightly hits his head before falling to the floor. 

You cover your mouth with your hand to hide your smile. “Oh Eddie. Come on, baby. You getting slow at your old age?”, you tease.

He flashes you a playful glare as he grabs your ankles, pulling you closer to him, hoisting your legs over his shoulders. “You better be nice to me.”

“Or what?”, you challenge. His eyes meet yours filled with desire and a little bit of mischief. 

Eddie doesn’t answer you instead running his long tongue up towards your clit. You lean your head back and moan. He starts flicking it against your nub at a steady pace as he inserts two of his long fingers into your entrance. Your breathing quickens as you moan out his name. As you feel the coil in your belly start to tighten, you lean up on your elbows to watch him. He can feel you start tightening around his hand, his mouth wrapping around your center as he moves his tongue against you faster. The coil snaps and your grind your hips against his face as you cum. 

Eddie’s lips trail over to your thigh as he sucks and bites at your flesh as his fingers still move at a steady pace inside of you. 

“Eddie, baby. Please.” You try to reach for his hand in between your legs but he smacks it away, pumping his fingers a little faster.

“I told you; you better be nice to me.”, he looks over at you with a coy grin. You feel that coil start to quickly wrap again. He leans into your cunt licking long stipes up and down pausing to run his tongue roughly over your sensitive clit. You shout his name repeatedly as he watches your body shudder as you cum around him again. 

Eddie slows the pace of fingers but he doesn’t pull them out. He crawls up the length of your body resting at your side. You’re moving your lips but he can’t understand what you’re saying. 

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. What are saying?”

“Please…I can’t…I mmm fuck” is all you manage to get out, your voice barely above a whisper. He smiles down at your already fucked out state. 

“You can give me one more, babe. I know you can.” You feel him grinding himself against your side as he starts to quicken the rhythm of his fingers. “Jesus. You’re so tight right now. How am I going to fit, hm?” You gasp as he slides a third finger into your already full opening. 

“Eddie!” You sit up on your hands and he quickly moves to your level placing his head against yours. The tip of his nose grazes your cheek. 

“Is it too much? Tell me and I’ll stop.” Your eyes are squeezed shut with your mouth open letting out silent moans. “Look at me, Sweetheart. I need you talk to me.”

Your eyes flutter open as you crane your neck to the side to look at him. “Don’t stop. Please. I can take it.” He growls into your shoulder.

“That’s my girl. My good girl.”

You sigh out a moan. “Your girl. Your wife.” Eddie lets out an almost pornographic mewl as moves his lips to yours sliding his tongue against your own. His fingers quicken needing you to cum so he can bury his cock inside of you. You wrap one of your hands around his neck for leverage. You pant against his lips, no longer able to keep them closed long enough for a kiss. 

You scream as that rope inside you snaps for a third time. Your hand shoots out to grab his trying desperately to push it away. 

“Please, Eddie. I—”

“No, baby. No. You did good.” His voice is husky in your ear. You whole body drops flat against the mattress and he follows you down whispering praises. “Do you think you can give me just one more? I can be really gentle.”

You reach up lazily and run your hand along his cheek. He turns slightly placing a tender kiss on your fingers. The way he looks down at you makes your tummy do flips. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

Eddie smiles as a breathy laugh escapes his lips. “Princess, you’ll have to get back to me on that one. I ask myself that everyday about you.” He rolls on top of you placing loving kisses along your face and down your neck. You wrap your hands around him, running your nails down his back. 

His hips roll into yours and you run your tongue across your bottom lip when you feel his fully hard cock grind along your dripping, puffy folds. You lift your legs, hooking them around his waist causing Eddie to push his tip into you making you both moan. He gradually slides himself fully inside of you until you feel him bottom out. He genuinely tries to be gentle at first moving at an almost agonizingly slow pace. 

“Honey”, you drift your hands up to his hair, brushing it out of his face. “You can move a little faster.” His eyes glance at you apprehensively. “It’s ok. I want you to. I need you to.”

Eddie keeps his gaze locked on you as he starts thrusting into you a bit more rapidly. You close your eyes throwing your head back on the pillow behind you. “Yes, Eddie. Just like that. Don’t stop, baby. It feels so good.”

He leans his head down towards your breasts, flicking his tongue along your nipple making your pussy clench around him. “Fuck… oh my god.” Without his mouth leaving your body, he wraps his arms around your back, leaning back on his heels, bringing you up to him. 

You hold his head against you, crying out as he continues to suck and nibble on your chest. You lean back slightly grinding up on his cock as fast as your hips will allow. 

“Eddie—”

“I know. F-fuck I know. I can feel you so fucking tight around me.”

You push yourself back up towards him and cup his cheeks in your hands forcing him to look at you. “I want you to cum with me, baby. Please.” Eddie grunts in response, lifting you up, and shoving you back down on the bed. He thrusts into you so fast that the headboard starts banging into the wall. He watches your face as he brings you to your fourth orgasm. The sound of you shouting his name over and over again echoes through the room. Eddie’s hips start to sputter as he cums with you, spurting his warm seed deep inside your body.

He lays his head on your chest, his body falling against you. You both are panting trying to catch your breath. You guys lay there like that for a while with you petting Eddie’s head lazily. After a few minutes, he slowly gets up onto his hands, trying his best to be careful as he slides out of your now extremely sore pussy.

“Ow. Ow ow ow.” You bite your lip as you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying. Hang on.” Eddie disappears out of the room and when he returns, he has a bottle of water in one hand and a soft, damp hand towel in the other. He hands you the bottle that you take graciously, chugging half of it down. He runs the towel between your legs, cleaning you, and you can’t help but sigh at the cold feel it against your aching area. 

You lean your head on his sweaty shoulder, handing him the bottle. Eddie throws the hand towel into the darkness of the room and chugs the rest of the water. He glances to look at you and chuckles slightly when he notices your beaming up at him from his shoulder with a cute smile on your bliss filled face. 

“Thank you.” You reach out to loop your hand in his. 

“For what?”

“Just…being you.” He giggles as he places a kiss on your forehead. 

“Yeah, ok. Let’s have this conversation again in like 10 years and see if you’re still feeling the same.”

Your smile expands as you roll your eyes. “That’s funny, Mr. Munson. That you think it will take 10 years for me to get annoyed with you.”

“Oh, oh ok. I see how it is.”

He wraps his arms around you pulling, you against him as he lays back down. It isn’t long before you hear him snoring above you. You quietly lean down, pulling the blankets up to cover you both. Nestling back in the nook of his arm, you hug him as close to your body as you can before you close your eyes to dream of tomorrow. 

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A/N: The song they dance to :)

[tryingforthedelicatehopeofitall]

So it's a typical Tuesday night and all I have to say is that I adore Wylan and Jesper and their love so much!! 🫶🏼

They have experienced a lot of cruelty and been through a lot of pain and hurt in their lifetime and then they find each other and it's like something shifts. As Taylor Swift would say planets and stars aligned to make sure that magic happens when they found each other.

They shared a night together which was dazzling in its own way only for it to end like that's the end of the story, when that was just Chapter One.

The next time they meet it feels like the song some of the original lyrics of Gorgeous were written about Wylan quietly pining after Jesper “You're so gorgeous and I ain't just talking about your face but look at your face and I am so curious your mind got me feeling some type of way ... 'cause you're so cool,  yeah you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field getting way too strong ... you know it ain't my fault ... you're so cool it makes me hate you so much ... I'm nothing that you want but I must say you're gorgeous. ...” 

And then they become friends and get to learn more about each other and start falling for each other. We get to witness what “... for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts. One step not much, but it said enough. ...” “... we can't make promises now can we babe ... is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'cause I know that it's delicate. ...” looks like on our screen. The gentle way that they care about each other and for each other ... UGH MY HEART!!!!!

Even when they are on the battlefield, they are so in sync with each other. The way they are their badass selves and look out for other people while simultaneously looking out for each other? The way Wylan has his hand on Jesper's shoulder when they are first on the ground and trying to figure out how to go about things as Tamar asks them who they are!!!!! Wylan's little smile and nod when Jesper goes ahead to show them “what it's like to be blessed”!!!! The way Wylan comes picks up one of Jesper's guns and gives it to him after that!!! And then all those little moments in the background where it seems like Wylan is hurt and Jesper does not leave his side once!!!!!

“MY MAN” (moonlit witch version willow ~ I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans that's my man!!!)

*twinkling sounds of a key being made*

Someone with gambling addiction using the thing they are dependent on to try and give Wylan a home. Wylan who has never known what a home is before “... because all these boys ... never took me quite where you do. And all at once, you're the one I've been waiting for – king of my heart, body and soul ... the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury ... we rule the kingdom inside my (your) room ... is this the end of all the endings, my broken bones are mending with all these nights we're spending ... baby,  all at once, this is enough. ...”

Also thinking about Kit and Jack's response to the question of what Wylan and Jesper's universe would like and they said something like — if wesper could create their own thing ... it would be quite a cozy place. There would be a fireplace and a safe - where they keep the guns and the bombs. They would hold onto their weapons as there is danger outside and in comparison to that, they feel safe together … they found each other amongst the chaos. … <3 

And how they found a home within each other — “they have quite the opposite first impressions but when they start speaking there is a shared language that they have and a shared understanding. They want to look after each other and protect each other amongst the utter chaos … they are able to sort of engage in what is quite a joyful, lovely time. They are both very damaged; especially with trust is how they are able to find homes within each other, safety within each other in amongst the wildness. …”