#pls don’t blame me blame Google

[borealwrites]

Ciri, quietly pondering to herself: ‘ Do not let him know how awkward you are. ‘

Roche: Nice weather.

Ciri: Oh, thanks—. . . What?

You know what, I can totally see Ciri falling for this guy

I mean I know nothing about his personality or skills, but he has a motorcycle. I approve of this Witcher x final fantasy ship! Maybe. Idk. Like I said I literally know nothing about him and I refuse to do more than an image search. Anyway he looks like he’d be awkward too! I don’t write for either of those fandoms, so I’m not taking that as a prompt.

[whismizxal]

show me off dr3

── in which daniel ricciardo loves showing off his greek girlfriend.

── warning: google translated greek, some spelling and grammar mistakes, relationships, kind of suggestive? anything else I missed please let me know xx

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danielricciardo

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danielricciardo be jealous or should I say να ζηλεύεις γιατί είναι ΤΟ ΚΟΡΙΤΣΙ ΜΟΥ. (be jealous because she’s my girl)

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username absolute beauty

username I am very jealous

username pls their so cute

username he loveessss showing off the greek she taught him

yourusername duolingo lessons payed off

⤷ danielricciardo you were a better teacher

⤷ duolingo I see how it is.

⤷ danielricciardo she gave me private lessons mate, what can I say?

⤷ username DAMN OUTING HER LIKE THAT

⤷ yourusername you’re sleeping on the couch

⤷ danielricciardo wait I am sorry please baby

username he calls her baby 🤭🤭

⤷ username so do many couples in the world, what about it?

username you forgot to add a comma after the say.

⤷ username aren’t you just a ray of sunshine

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DANIEL AND Y/N WERE IN LOVE.

there was no doubt about it.

the way their eyes glow when the other is mentioned or walks into a room is something that is out of a disney film. the quick glances of adoration they give each other are constantly caught on camera proving their love for each other further more.

the way he looked at her when she was talking made it seem like she hung the moon and the stars, and there wasn’t a soul who could get daniel to tear his eyes away from the girl he loved calling a goddess.

“daniel, you listening?” she asked softly, looking at him a smile which told him she had caught him staring at her.

“can’t lie baby, I wasn’t.” he responded sheepishly but never taking his eyes off her. “you’re just so beautiful.” he muttered as he went closer to her and stroked her cheek.

“how’s the greek going?” she asked with a soft smile as she looked into his eyes with complete affection.

“I think it’s going quite well. wanna hear me speak?” he spoke excitedly, a huge grin on his face as he asked the question.

“of course I do.” she replied, her smile matching his.

“εισαι η αγαπη της ζωης ��ου.” he says with a accent, a proud smile on his face. (you are the love of my life)

y/n laughed softly as blush crept on her face at his words. she reached up to kiss his cheek. “κι εσύ είσαι δικός μου.” she spoke sweetly. (and you are mine.)

“wait what does that mean?” he asked a little panicked as he goes on his phone to search it up, forcing a laugh out of her.

“I love you so much.” she tells him, grabbing his face to look at her.

he dropped his phone and kissed her with a smile, lifting her off her feet as they laughed into the kiss. “I love you too.” he says against her lips.

“I know, you love to show me off on instagram.” she giggled, running her fingers through his hair.

“can you blame me?” he responded, picking her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, moving his hands to be under her thighs to hold her. “you’re so fucking beautiful and I need to make sure everyone knows it.” he says, kissing her cheek as she blushed.

“thank you for leaning greek. you don’t understand how much i appreciate it.” she whispers to him, leaning her forehead against his as she runs her fingers through his hair.

“of course love, got make sure your family can understand my vows.” he smiles smugly as he walks towards the sofa still holding her in his arms as he sits down.

“been waiting three years for you to ask.” she joked as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“don’t worry, I’ll ask soon. just don’t want you to be expecting it.” he said, kissing her head when he saw her cheeks turn red.

they both sat in a comfortable silence as daniel rested his head on y/n’s, stroking her thigh as he smiled at the thought of the engagement ring he bought two weeks ago that was hiding in one of his socks at the back of his drawer.

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danielricciardo some more future wife appreciation

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yourusername show me off 🤭🤭

⤷ danielricciardo course 🤭

⤷ username he’s in love in love

username looked at my bf and sighed cause why can’t he show me off like this

⤷ username cause if he did then people might try and take you away from him.

⤷ username omg thank you ☺️

⤷ username call me 😉

username future wife this, future wife that, make it present wife!

⤷ yourusername that’s what I am saying. I wanna be called his wife not his girlfriend 😔

⤷ danielricciardo all in due time baby

username yourusername if he gets you to wear a really nice dress and get your nails done, there’s a 95% chance he’s gonna propose

⤷ yourusername 🤭🤭 oml thank youuuu

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yourusername HE PROPOSED IN GREEK. I AM GONNA BE HIS WIFEEEEEEEE 🪿🪿

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username WHY DID SHE USE A DUCK EMOJI

⤷ yourusername they remind me of daniel.

⤷ username how so 💀

⤷ yourusername I am not permitted to talk about it

username so happy for you guys!

username in greek!! THATS ROMANCE

carlossainz55 finally did it I see

⤷ landonorris at least he no longer will say she’s his future wife, but just his wife

an; this is kinda of bad so I might end up re-writing this in the near future.

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[dannyricsmirrorball]

tying the knot • cl16 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || everyone is together on break for some reason, perhaps a wedding. question is… whose is it?

alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || i tried my hardest to fit this into one part but i literally couldn’t. so this part is kinda boring and lacks much plot but i tried to make it fun! also have realised alex and lily are always the reader’s best friends… but i just love them so much it just happens!! also OSCAR SPRINT WIN!!!! okay pls enjoy xx

part 2!

circa 2022

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yourusername 🌺🌺

francisca.cgomes gostosaaaaa 😍

⤷ yourusername love u kika baby

username7 omfg i need to raid her closet

username19 y/n is ALWAYS pulling out the looksss

lilymhe LOML OML MARRY ME

⤷ alex_albon oh.

⤷ charles_leclerc 🤨

username88 them gasly genes are STRONG

⤷ username6 let’s be real… y/n eats up pierre

username2 face card never declines

luisinhaoliveira99 love 😍😍

charles_leclerc 😍

⤷ username67 charles don’t flirt (poorly) with ur best friends sister challenge - level IMPOSSIBLE

landonorris jesus look at that countertop 😬

⤷ luisinhaoliveira99 cala a boca

⤷ yourusername yeah eat it lan 😒

isahernaez guapísima 🩷

⤷ yourusername i love uuuuu

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francisca.cgomes fun w my sistaaa

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username8 my faves reunited!!!

username14 so that’s where kika was going in her story!

⤷ username72 where are they

⤷ username14 pretty sure italy

⤷ username72 maybe the other wags and drivers are going as well… like they all posted travel stories within the same hours

charles_leclerc where’s pierre?

⤷ francisca.cgomes i should be asking u that

⤷ charles_leclerc uh yeah ok um so

⤷ francisca.cgomes you’ve lost him haven’t u

⤷ charles_leclerc phone died. thought he’d crash w u guys 🤷‍♀️😔

⤷ pierregasly soz mate, let me drop a pin

⤷ yourusername i told u not to get to crazy

⤷ charles_leclerc what happened to trust?!

⤷ username3 i- are charles and pierre there too?!?

username57 dead at them using the comments like their messages

yourusername my sista 🩷

pierregasly 🤍

username8 y/n and kika’s friendship is so cute, they’re so close 🥰

⤷ username71 kika defs likes y/n more than pierre LMFAO

⤷ username16 don’t blame her

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carla.brocker my favourites

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username88 the leclerc wags 🙌 (yes i’m including y/n 😏)

arthurleclerc 😍😍

username99 omg charlotte and carla are there as well?!?

⤷ username3 i’m convinced everyone who posted on their story is joining

charlotte2304 pretty girl x

leclerc_pascale mes belles filles ❤️

⤷ carla.brocker merci maman 🥰

⤷ username82 pascale talking abt her daughter-in-laws 🫣

username95 need to raid all of their closets

username7 y/n and her sister-in-laws 🥰

⤷ username85 u guys need to let go. charles and y/n are not dating.

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lilymhe my favourite people

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username3 yepppp they’re showing up 1,2,3….

username26 goated couple. goated best friends.

charles_leclerc 2nd slide jump scare

⤷ lilymhe 😐

⤷ charles_leclerc i was talking abt alex!!

⤷ alex_albon thanks man. love ya too.

⤷ yourusername don’t lie. no u weren’t.

⤷ charles_leclerc ur right i wasn’t 🫣

⤷ lilymhe 😲

⤷ username23 i had no idea lily and charles were tight like that

⤷ username14 becoming best friends w his girlfriend’s best friend

username46 faveeee wag

username89 best couple on the grid

yourusername ur my favourite people 😘

⤷ alex_albon person*

⤷ charles_leclerc i thought i was ur favourite people 😔

⤷ alex_albon person*

⤷ lilymhe sucks to suck leclerc, i’m her favourite people 😝

⤷ alex_albon person*

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isahernaez vibras de verano

translation: summer vibes

username23 do we think she’s w y/n, lily, and kika?

⤷ username14 i rlly hope so, i’ve missed isa w the other wags

⤷ username55 y/n isn’t a wag

⤷ username14 not yet… trust the slow burn

username17 you’re GLOWING isa

luisinhaoliveira99 beautiful isa ❣️

yourusername isaaaa my love 💖

⤷ username5 obsessed w them 😭

francisca.cgomes 🔥🔥

username55 isa estás en Italia? 💖

⤷ isahernaez sí 🩷

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heidiberger_ 💐💐

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username4 HEIDI UR KILLING US

danielricciardo 😮‍💨😮‍💨

username8 dk if i’m more jealous of heidi or daniel

username16 ummm are we all seeing that correct… bride tribe???

⤷ username7 ahhh this makes sm more sense. they’re all there for a wedding! question is… who’s?

yourusername i’m FLOORED on the FLOOR

username99 we are getting FED this break

username02 need to know who’s wedding this is that it constitutes practically the ENTIRE grid to come

username77 so this is defs a wedding trippppp

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alex_albon ti amo italia

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yourusername hands off my wife albono

username80 best couple on the grid

charles_leclerc tu parli italiano?

⤷ alex_albon pizza pasta 🤌

username9 alex in his multilingual era 😝

username72 alex said mine not yours lmfao

ueername9 alex tell us why ur there?!

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pierregasly jolies filles

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username97 this is so cute

francisca.cgomes 🩷😘

charles_leclerc where’s mine? 😘

⤷ pierregasly you have plenty coming 🙄

⤷ username53 sir what do u mean?!

username76 these three 🥰

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joris__trouche nuit de liberté 🇮🇹

translation: night of freedom 🇮🇹

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username31 JORIS IS THERE?!

⤷ username8 charles cant go anywhere without his main man

username70 freedom…? u don’t think 😳

⤷ username82 charles is not getting married get real

username34 who is mutuals w all these people to come to their wedding like this is crazy

username65 looks kinda like a bachelor party…

⤷ username9 who tf would he be marrying

⤷ username16 not tryna speculate but we do know a certain someone was there before everyone else…

⤷ username9 he’s pierre’s best friend. you think pierre would let that slide.

⤷ username16 they’re adults 🤷‍♀️

yourusername freedom? 🤨

⤷ username87 this is all the confirmation i needed. y/n charles wedding is happening. mark my words.

⤷ username34 let’s get u to bed grandma

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yourusername girls trip!

username99 y/n living her best life

heidiberger_ u are everything 🤩

⤷ yourusername i’m in love w u

luisinhaoliveira99 stunning y/n 😍 best time!

⤷ yourusername so much fun xx

danielricciardo girls trip 🤨

⤷ heidiberger_ well it was for these nights 🤷‍♀️

⤷ danielricciardo fairs

⤷ username52 i- …. hen night??

lilymhe LOML MY GIRL FOREVERRRR BAEEEE

⤷ yourusername alwayssss loverrr

⤷ alex_albon 🤦‍♀️

⤷ charles_leclerc we told u not to get to crazy 🙄🤣

charles_leclerc getting wild?

⤷ yourusername not as wild as u have been 😬

⤷ username54 so they’re defs talking abt whoever’s hen night and stag they went to im guessing

pierregasly make sure u come back in one peace - and kika as well!

⤷ yourusername no promises pear

francisca.cgomes bodyyyyyy

carla.brocker so much fun my girl 💖

lorenzotl make sure to have fun and be safe y/n/n!

⤷ yourusername always am enzo 🩷

⤷ username74 stop it i’m going to sobbbb he’s such an older brother to them all 😭

leclerc_pascale ❤️

⤷ username16 just mother-in-law things

⤷ username92 get a grip. she watched her grow up, her sons are best friends with her. ofc they have a relationship.

carmenmmundt don’t want to leave 😫

⤷ yourusername literally in paradiseee

⤷ georgerussell63 joking right?! ur coming back right?! pls come back!! i cant handle them for much longer 😳

⤷ charles_leclerc i second that. come back!

⤷ yourusername i think u were counted in the ‘them’ charles

username81 i’m going CRAZY. I NEED TO KNOW WHO IS GETTING MARRIED AND HOW THEY KNOW THE ENTIRE GRID

⤷ username16 if i speak…

part 2!

[igotlovestruck]

mr lover [ ben chilwell ]

— right where you left lover girl sequel, this takes place two years later!

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — ben chilwell x singer!reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — romance, mentions pregnancy, google translated french . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ clearing my drafts again 😵‍💫 if you ask me, i’m obsessed with singer!reader fics lol

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

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benchilwell family time

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user am i reading this right ?? ‘family’ time ??

user his dog clinging to y/n is the cutest thing ever

user they’re such dog parents 😭

yourusername my babyyy my babyyy

benchilwell which one?

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benchilwell once i get back home, i will take my title back

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yourusername if he fits, he sits

user agreed 🤝

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benchilwell

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benchilwell 😂

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yourusername we’re getting him a human in a few months 🙈

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masonmount who thought that covering his eyes would be cute

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masonmount i don’t maam, it’s a great idea, very very cute!

user this is the cutest announcement 😭

user as a fellow dog mummy, i approve of this post!

weratedogs 100/10 for being such a good boy and will be the goodest big brother!

user as a y/n fan since debut, i feel OLD (we’re the same age)

yourusername omg since debut album?!?!?! 😳 we have to meet like RIGHT NOW

user y/n went from writing how she’s stuck in the past, to loving herself and loving a new person 🥹 now she’s probably gonna write something about her baby ... just thinking about it rn makes me emotional

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yourusername JUST IMAGINE HOW CUTE OUR BABY WILL BE ON THAT ONESIE

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benchilwell eleanor chilwell is here 🩷👨🏻‍🍼 you did good mama, i’m proud and grateful to you, yourusername. i love you both

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yourusername thank you dada, we love you too 🩷

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yourusername the happiest i’ve ever been 🩷 merci pour tout mon benji. je t'aime toi et eleanor de tout mon coeur. (thank you for everything, my benji. i love you and eleanor with all my heart)

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benchilwell 🩷🩷

user several chapters missed but i’m glad to see you so happy y/n 🥹

user i was surprised when they announced she was pregnant, bit i was more surprised to know that they’re married now 😭

user the hand placements of ben 😭

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user literally went from being dog parents to real parents 🥺🩷

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yourusername darling, don’t you ever grow up... just stay this little. happy birthday my sweet eleanor🩷 mama (with the help of dada) wrote a song for you baby, me and dada loves you sooo much. never grow up out now ✨

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benchilwell growing up too fast, my ellie bear 🥲

user ellie bear... 😭 bens such a girl dad

user stopp im emo im not even a parent

user omg eleanor looks so cute!!

user milks expensive, im too young to be a mum

user my daily mantra every time i see ben or y/n post eleanor

user they have a little ballerina 🥺

user 4 years old already? 😭 time really flew by omg

yourusername i know right 🥺

user y/n and her happy ending 🥺 CURRENTLY TAKING A BATH WITH MY TOASTER RN

[comet-forgot-you]

satisfaction

demon!amber freeman x virgin!reader

summary: you have reoccurring dreams of the same demon and you finally figure out how to get her.

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, fingering, manipulation (??), bath sex, oral, face riding, switch amber, virginity loss, amber’s a little mean. just a little. i think thats all idk i don’t remember.

a/n: hey yallll, long time no see.. finally finished with this, i used google translate so if the latin makes no sense, blame google 😬. it took me like a week to finish but anyways, ITS DONE. ENJOY. do not repost for any reason.

demons used trips to the human world as stress relievers or entertainment. they haunted the dreams of those whole occupied the world and fed off of the fear they felt. it was an activity every demon took part in at some point or another.

amber was amongst those who visited the human world regularly. she found it entertaining, seeing just how easy it was to elicit fear in those who caused it. stumbling into your room was a complete accident, but something about you drew her in, and she couldnt find it in herself to leave.

she knew she was hooked the moment she saw you. calm auras she usually sought to destroy suddenly became something she wanted to preserve.

your dreams soon became tainted with images of a beautiful girl. you longed to meet her, to know her. you fell asleep every night knowing you’d see her, you looked forward to it. only to wake up feeling empty and alone, craving the demon that haunted your dreams. you needed to see her, you needed to feel her, and thats all amber wanted.

amber planned it all out perfectly. months of her manipulating your dreams, showing you how good she could make you feel only to rip it all away at the last minute, forcing you to crave her like she craved you. then she showed you how to get her, and you were quick to follow the ritual she gave you.

steam filled the bathroom, you were wrapped in a towel, watching hot water fill the bathtub. candles littered the dark bathroom, flickering light from the flames painting the walls. worry pooled in the pit of your stomach. you were following a ritual given to you in your dreams, how could you not worry? you could be crazy, all of this, every dream, it could all just be some fucked up fantasy you had curated out of pure loneliness.

despite your worries, you continued to follow the instructions. you turned the water off, slowly dropping your towel. you felt like you were being watched, goosebumps rising on your skin. you glance around the bathroom despite knowing there was no way someone else could be in there without you knowing. you lower yourself into the tub, the hot water burning your skin ever so slightly as you do so. you take a breath, the feeling of eyes on you more prominent than before. you hold onto the edge of the tub in an attempt to ground yourself.

“te quaero, quaere me, te volo, coniunge me. te quaero, quaere me, te volo, coniunge me,” the words fall from your lips, clear and steady despite never saying them before. the candlelights flicker as if a breeze blew through the room. “amber,” the name falls from your lips but its not your voice.

the water level rises, arms snake around your waist and a chin rests on your bare shoulder, firm horns lightly pressing against the side of your head. “finally,” its the same voice that haunts your dream, quiet in your ear. “you want me, baby?” you let out a shaky breath, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.

you hesitate, the demon that controlled your dreams was here, holding you. months of the same dreams of her, and she was finally here, actually here. “yes,” the word falls from your lips and amber smiles against your skin. her hand trails up your chest, her thumb tracing your nipple. you arch off of her body at the contact, a shaky breath leaving your lips. her other hand trails down your body, spreading your thighs apart. her middle finger grazes your clit and your quick to grab her wrist.

“i’ve never.. you know..” the words escape your lips in an embarrassed whisper. amber presses a kiss against your neck and your tilt your head ever so slightly to allow her more access.

“i know, baby. i promise i’ll be gentle,” she nibbles your ear gently, voice low. as if on queue, her fingers sink into your cunt. you bucking your hips into her palm, allowing yourself to lean back against her while she worked herself in and out of you.

shadows of the two of you dance on the wall with the flickering of light from the candles. you let your head fall back against her shoulder, eyes closed. “you’re so naughty, baby,” amber whispers, “i saw all of those dreams you had, where i fucked you just like this, what a slut.” the words are quiet. every movement amber makes causes the water to ripple, the noise fills you with embarrassment. you open your eyes, taking in her appearance for the first time outside of your dreams. dark circles rested beneath dark eyes, sharp fangs held her bottom lip captive. she was beautiful. her fingers curl inside of you, her thumb moving to rub gentle circles around your clit. you moan at the added pleasure. finding her free hand with your own, you guide it to your boob, squeezing her hand around it.

“please,” you whimper out, your hand dropping from hers, droplets of water splashing onto your chest. amber smiles, twisting your nipple between her fingers.

“so needy, hmm?” she asks. you nod breathlessly, your orgasm fast approaching. you grip onto her thigh as she works you to your high, fingers working effortlessly to do so. amber litters hickeys across your neck, feeling the vibrations of your moans against her lips.

your orgasm hits fast, and if you weren’t so desperate for the demon, you’d be embarrassed about it. amber eases her fingers out of you, pressing gentle kisses over the marks she made on your neck. “one more?” she asks. your eyes are heavy, cunt still pulsing from your orgasm. you nod quickly, not wanting to lose the opportunity. amber smiles at your eagerness.

you sit up, letting her get out of the bath. she grabs a towel, wrapping it around her body as you let the water drain. amber holds a towel out for you, arms around your waist as she wraps the towel around your body. she litters more kisses against your neck as you guide her out of the bathroom.

“wait the candles,” your eyebrows furrow as you turn around in her hold. amber lets out a quiet laugh at your worried tone,

“don’t worry about them, i’ll deal with them,” she mumbles in your neck, guiding you back until your legs hit the bed. her lips are on yours the second your back hits the bed, desperate whines falling from your lips.

amber opens your towel, lips trailing down the expanse of your body. you’re soaked by the time her lips meet your thighs. sharp fangs scrape the skin and it takes everything in you not to buck your hips into the air.

her warm mouth meets your needy cunt before you know it, lips wrapped around your pulsing clit. a loud moan falls from your lips. it was all so new, so fucking good, it was almost too much. her tongue presses flat against the bud and your hands fly to hold onto the base of her horns. amber groans against your cunt, the vibrations eliciting a whimper to fall from your lips.

amber’s mouth detached from your cunt and she looks up at you with blown eyes, eyebrows furrowed in need. “baby.. you can’t..” you tug her back towards your cunt with her horns and a loud moan falls from her lips, her own hips bucking into the mattress. “baby..” she draws out in a whine, her tongue works messily against your cunt, needy whimpers muffled in your cunt at every tug of her horns.

“please..” you whimper out, amber’s arms wrap around your thighs. she knows you’re close, your clit pulses erratically under her tongue. she tries her best to keep herself under control, but every tug at her horns has her closer and closer to her own orgasm. with one final tug at her horns, you’re coming undone on her tongue. she’s quick to lap up your juices, her tongue soon becoming to over stimulating for you.

you push her head away from your cunt, her lust filled eyes meet yours and you can tell she’s still desperate for more. “let me taste you,” you mumble.

“you don’t need to,” she mutters.

“i want to.” your voice is firm and amber’s quick to position herself above your face, her thighs on either side of your head. your arms wrap loosely around her thighs, bringing her down against your tongue.

you circle her clit with your tongue, her hips bucking at the sudden contact. “fuck,” she moans out. your tongue swipes through her folds, prodding at her entrance. amber grinds down against your face, your nose bumping her clit with every roll of her hips. shes a mess above you, her legs struggling to keep herself up.

your hand trails up her body, taking her nipple between your fingers. amber’s head falls back, a loud moan falling from her lips. “fuckfuckfuck,” she mutters. your pick up your pace, desperate to bring her to her high. “sure you’ve never done this before?” amber asks between shaky breaths, her hips desperately bucking against your face. “so fuckin’.. so fuckin’ good for a first timer,” she mutters. you fight the smile that threatens to break out.

amber lets out a loud moan as her orgasm washes through her, her hips slowing down their pace. amber lifts herself off of you, moving to straddle your hips. she leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

for the first time in months, amber was feeding off of strong emotions, and for the first time in her life, it wasn’t fear, it was satisfaction.

[cetaceans-pls]

Are you ever going to post the full version of this teehee https://www.tumblr.com/cetaceans-pls/685147739958509568/preview-for-the-jason-todd-zine-red-lights-dark

hey anon! i have so much work strewn between google docs and ao3 and here and i lost track :') here's a lil sunday treat, fic below the cut!

A Habit of Domination BruJay, R, petplay Good boys go woof.

Sometimes, after a particularly athletic night of sex, Bruce and Jason will go to sleep on opposite ends of Bruce’s absurdly huge bed and sleep facedown and unmoving for a solid 10 hours. The blankets will all be on the floor, bare butts facing the ceiling, and if they’re feeling romantic in their sleep they’ll wake up at acute angles to each other, bare toes barely touching.

Sometimes, after a particularly athletic night of sex, Jason just gets more and more and more wound up, and the absolute last thing he wants to do is fade into quiet sleep.

Nights like these Bruce doesn’t have to do much more than just sit back and take it, sex-drunk and worn down enough that the quiet core of him, that desire to serve that’s kept Batman running for decades, is close enough to the surface that Jason just looks at him and it has Bruce unwinding with a quiet yes on a quieter exhale.

“Must be the full moon,” Jason says as he roughly tugs Bruce to lie flat on his back before he climbs astride his hips. “Must be some janky bit of astrology, B, because you fucked me hard and good,” a quick kiss for a good job well done, “but I’m cranked up worse than before.”

Bruce just snorts, hands coming up to hold on tight to Jason’s waist. “Can’t blame planetary alignment for being a brat, Jason.” He rolls his hips, but the night’s gone soft and so has he. “What do you need?”

Jason, meanwhile, isn’t suffering a similar fate. He rubs his hard cock against Bruce’s chest, leisurely marking his territory. “Dunno, trying to figure it out.” He leans down and bites into the curve of Bruce’s shoulder. With the obscene packed muscle there, it’s more an imposition on his teeth than it is on Bruce, which is offensive. “Could get you to fuck me with a toy, but you look wiped out.”

  

He gets a pinch at the waist for his taunt, Bruce looking placid but for that no-good smirk right at the edge of his lips. “Talking mighty confident for someone who comes on a hair-trigger, Jay,” Bruce says mildly. “Do you really want to get up on your High Horse?”

The only way to stop Bruce from prefixing their sex toys with Bat-something has been to relent and let him instead name them with  godawful puns nobody under the age of 40 would find funny. It’s maybe a little fucked up that Jason finds that endearing, but the High Horse is the world’s finest(!) Sybian redesigned on a rig that makes it rock and roll like a fucking bucking bronco, and a terrible name is a small price to pay for orgasms so intense the oversensitivity starts feeling like death (Jason would know).

Jason shakes his head. “I don’t want to leave the room, don’t want to leave this bed, really. Even if I get you to go fetch the stupid thing, you still haven’t fixed that squeaky wheel, and I’m gonna go fully feral if I go down for breakfast tomorrow and Alfred’s got a can of WD-40 on the kitchen counter.” He slides lower down Bruce’s body, and looks over his shoulder at Bruce’s cock. “You sure you can’t get it up? C’mon, I’ll even go reverse cowgirl. I’ll moan extra loud, go ah ah ah Bruce you’re so big!” He grins, reaching up to press down on the bite mark on Bruce’s shoulder. “A special extra big ego boost as a reward.”

Bruce sits up, and they both wince at the ungodly crack his back makes. “Couldn’t get it up even with that as incentive,” he says, rubbing his scruff against Jason’s neck. “Couldn’t get it up even to please you. I think I’m broken for the night.”

Jason’s never one to be stopped by something as minor as physical limitations. Got an autopsy scar up-down his chest, Jason barely even let death slow him down. “I’m pretty good with my hands,” Jason tells him, dragging his nails up-down Bruce’s chest. “Pretty good at making things work even when they’re not supposed to.” He lets his hands slip up and up and up, till they rest warm and light around Bruce’s neck. “You wanna see how far I can take you?”

“I already know,” Bruce says, almost polite but for the way the grip he has on Jason’s hips go tighter. “You’re being a handful tonight, Jaybird.” 

Oh, Jason’s going to be getting bruises tonight. It warms him right up, riles him further, and he ruts against Bruce’s hip. “Wish I could say the same ‘bout you,” he says pointedly, reaching back and rubbing the back of his knuckles against Bruce’s soft cock. “Wish you were better at taking orders.”

That seems to land exactly the way Jason had aimed, has Bruce twitching and shuddering under him even if his face remains calmly impassive. “Is it going to be that kind of night, Jason?” Bruce asks him very, very quietly, and Jason hadn’t planned on it at the start but right now he really can’t think of anything he’d like more.

“Looks like it’s gonna be,” Jason says, excitement helping him rise to his feet as he jumps clear off the bed, landing with a heavy thump. “Off the bed now, B,” he says as he heads towards a patch of wall that looks like any other patch of wall, except this one rolls up at his light touch. “You know pets aren’t allowed on furniture.”

If Bruce isn’t feeling it, Jason knows he’ll turn around and the man will mutinously still be on the bed.

He’s barely got the collar out before he hears the creaking and thudding of a heavy man being careful to make sound as he climbs off the bed and sits back on his knees. Jason feels a shiver crawl up his spine, makes him straighten up and roll back his shoulders, because yeah, it’s going to be one of the best kinds of nights. 

Nothing too fancy, he thinks. For all that Jason enjoys push-push-pushing Bruce till his breaking point and, on extra special occasions, well beyond that, Bruce has been run down worse than usual with an attempted Arkham breakout. 

No one can accuse him of being a bad owner. 

“Here boy,” he says, clicking his fingers and pointing at his feet. Bruce comes by, limited in his grace by cracking knees and an old back, and comes to a halt right by Jason with his usual mild, impassive face.

That look’s not going to be on there for long. Jason flicks his finger up to the ceiling, and Bruce obediently sits up and looks up, head tilted back, the exact perfect right angle for a collaring. He has a well-trained boy, he does. Jason smugly puts the collar on, just  a thing of black leather that’s softer than butter, free of embellishments. Need little more than a buckle to make Bruce look his best, need less even than that for Jason to know who's a good boy, or

who's a bad one.

He checks that the collar is on just right (a little too tight), just the wrong side of being perfectly comfortable, because Bruce's tastes are, like all the rest of him, aggravating but also precision-designed to maximally appeal to Jason. It says a little too much ‘about the both of them, probably, but what could you want out of a partnership beyond someone who likes it too tight and someone who likes to make it so?

“Down, boy.”

Smooth as anything Bruce comes back to all fours at his feet, and Jason lets his hand rest in hair that’s starting to go gray, takes a moment to feel exactly as on top of the world as the man who domesticated the Bat deserves to feel. “You were bad, weren’t you? Asked you for one little thing, and you couldn’t even give me that.”

Bruce nods gravely, hangdog look dragging down the corners of his lips. Jason presses his palm to Bruce’s cheek to reward the admission, and the heavy push into his hand is headier than a lifetime full of blood rushing to the head.

They’ve tried slave-master stuff, they’ve alphabetically worked their way down most common kinks, and sortof-pet play has stuck harder than most because it’s a pleasant novelty for Bruce to do what’s asked of him and get rewarded for it, and Jason gets off hard on the control and gets off harder on being the only one who can meet the needs of this big bat brute.

 

Yeah, they make a hell of a pair. Jason wants him so badly it’s giving him the beginnings of a migraine.

“You just need more training,” Jason says, brushing hair behind an ear, not forcing eye contact because he knows how funny Bruce can be about that when he’s Like This. “My bad, I let the leash run too long, and now you don’t know how to be good any more, isn’t that right?”

Another nod, and Bruce leans more heavily against Jason, face to thigh, and he’s probably halfway gone just from this. God, Jason can barely contain himself, feels frizzy with electricity and power, and he cannot help but drag his nails down the back of Bruce’s neck, see the slightest red welts trail after them. “Tail kinda night?” he asks, because he’s a conscientious owner, and also because there are fewer things more singularly satisfying than watching stone-faced Bruce trying to adjust to a plus with a wagging rubber tail to it, face caught between embarrassment and a strange sort of satisfaction.

He gets a shake of his head for his trouble, which is unfortunate but also, like. 

Isn’t it the right of pets to be a little bit spoiled? 

“Fine. But you still need to get trained, so’s you can be good for me. C’mon, big guy. Present.”

The early days of all of this had been A Mess, with fights erupting and rocketing out of control at a glance gone wrong or a word better left quiet, both of them extremely keen not to let on just how into this they really, really are. 

Now, though?

Bruce takes a moment to suck a hickey into Jason's thigh before he sits back on his heels, hands propping himself up so his back’s in a curve that hurts, and his hips are tilted up and out. God, if he’d been hard, Jason might have salivated. As is, it’s a near thing.

“Good boy,” Jason says, easy with the positive reinforcement. “See, now, you’re being good all over, but you still won’t get hard for me.” He steps between Bruce’s spread thighs, and nudges at his soft cock with the top of his foot. “That’s no good to me now, is it?”

Bruce shakes his head, and Jason takes a second to mourn how he’s yet to get Bruce to agree to wearing ears. Jason sure would appreciate something shaggy to bury his hands in or see fwip side-to-side whenever they’re in this type of mood.

“Good, at least you know that. Now, how’re we gonna get you going?” There are a few possible answers, depending on what Bruce is feeling like and what Jason is feeling up to. It’s not an elaborate kind of night, long as it’s been, and there’s something to be said for a sure thing, so Jason rubs his thumb across Bruce’s cheek, putting in the exact right amount of pressure to have Bruce’s eyes slowly close.

“There’s a good boy,” Jason says with the confidence of a man who knows he can do almost anything right now and damn well get away with it. He keeps the gentle teasing up for a while, because even in the absence of ears and a tail Bruce fully looks like a massive, hulking dog come to be sweet, and it’s an addictive sight. “Let’s start with a treat, baby, so you know what’s waiting for you if you behave.”

No extra warning needed, he presses the head of his dick against Bruce’s lips, deigns to wait a second to let Bruce have a careful, thoughtful taste, before he’s pushing home with a hearty groan. “Christ, the mouth on you,” Jason says, a little out of breath, reaching down to wrap a hand around Bruce’s throat. He reckons he can almost feel himself, and he definitely can feel the way Bruce is struggling to breathe and struggling to swallow. “Take it now, don’t you want to be good?”

He gets a half-nod, Bruce’s eyes closed, nose pressed flush to Jason’s skin, shuddering like he’s about to burst apart. Jason enjoys the wet, tight heat, pulls back an inch and gives back a mile, biting his lip as Bruce chokes and shudders.

He doubles down, and on the next pull-out push-in he goes as far as he can manage before he squeezes the sides of Bruce’s neck, the exact right way to stop blood from going to the brain. “Hold it,” Jason says sternly, even though he knows he’ll get whatever he wants whatever tone he uses. Bruce doesn’t reply, just works his throat harder, and doesn’t struggle as the seconds crawl by and his breath is gone.

It’s well over a minute when Jason pulls back of his own volition, and Bruce’s deep heaving breath is accompanied by a sharp slap to his face. “How many times do I have to tell you, you tap out when you need to,” Jason says, slapping Bruce again, before holding his hair back so the man can gasp in peace. “Worse ‘n worse ‘n worse, you’re all over the place tonight.”

Bruce, ah, can’t  really register anything except for the disappointed tone of voice. This deep under, it’s hard to realise how close he’d come to passing out, or the edge of concern in Jason’s voice.

Nothing really matters except for Jason, though, so Bruce bends down down down and contritely presses his cheek to Jason’s ankle. This, at least, he’s learned. Submit hard enough, mean it whole enough, and his faults stop being his. All he needs to do is focus on Jason, after all.

(What is Jason if not a miracle, that he came back from the dead with a vengeance? And what’s a miracle for, if not for believing in?)

Jason looks down, and struggles to stay mad at the Bat lying prostrate by his feet. Careful not to dislodge Bruce who’s Gone, and is Gone because he knows Jason’ll pull him back, Jason kneels down on one knee. “C’mon, act this sweet and I’m not gonna punish you for anything,” he says, rubbing down Bruce’s back, nails catching on scabs from the most recent time Croc got his teeth in him. “Just gonna get more and more spoiled, aren’t you?”

 

Long, slow strokes down Bruce’s back, right down to the tailbone, and big guy’s shuddering like a spin cycle falling apart. Delicious, delicious, and if spoiling Bruce rotten is all part of a grand plan to be irreplaceable (to be even more irreplaceable), well.

In the bedroom’s the best place to air out all desires and grievances; Bruce knows what he signed up for, accepting Jason’s vicious single-minded pursuit way back at the start.

Speaking of desires….. Jason digs his hand into the meat of Bruce’s ass, then reaches down and around to grab hold of Bruce’s soft cock. “You really are tapped out, huh, B?” Jason says pityingly, giving a rough squeeze that’s more unpleasant than not. “Really got nothing left to give.”

He half wants to see if he can’t pull out a toy or twelve and force him into hardness, but Jason discards the thought almost as soon as he has it. No, no, for all of Jason’s Big Talk about discipline, he’s still a lost cause when it comes to his big brute. Treats enough to rot your teeth out, thy name is Todd.

Bruce still hasn’t moved, and Jason would be concerned if he was a lesser man. Instead, he reaches back to Bruce’s hair and tugs a little harshly. “Up, up, on the bed. Have a blowout and call it a night, even when you’re bad I’ll still treat you good.”

The slow drag of seconds for the words to settle in Bruce’s head is an ego boost, the panting that accompanies it even more so. Jason stays down, even as Bruce takes long, sweet moments to figure out how to get to his feet and totter hazily towards the bed, scarred back on display, once again tempting Jason to get a big red bat tattooed on from scapula to scapula.

Narcissistic? Sure, but look, see, there’s just one thing about that.

Jason deserves it. Jason’s fucking earned it.

How could you argue to the contrary? Bruce is sprawled out on the bed, looking like a relaxed man dead asleep, but his face is half pressed into the sheets, half turned towards Jason, and the look in his eye is on fucking fire.

“Shoulders down, get on your knees, big guy,” Jason says with fake calm, stalking towards the bed like Red Hood on the prowl, because yeah, this’ll work just fine. He has to squeeze the base of his cock when Bruce obeys without question, even if the temptation’s there to just cum all over that beautiful, beautiful back.

He deserves a treat too, though. Jason climbs onto the bed, reaching over for their expensive lube, and pulls it over to him. “Right, baby,” he says as he gets his fingers wet, gets Bruce’s hole wet. “Gonna have to punish you for being bad, and the punishment is me fucking an orgasm out of you while you’re soft.” Soft all over, takes a finger and then another in like he’s made for it, like he’s made for Jason, rrr. “And when you cum and you’re so oversensitive you think I’m gonna kill you, you’re gonna say thank you. Do you understand me?”

Jason doesn’t get much of a response, just a mess of half-words groaned into the mattress. That’s not good, that’s not what a well-trained mutt should be doing, and Jason would be remiss if he left it as is. He shuffles closer to B, sits up on his knees so he can press his cock to the slick mess of Bruce’s hole, catch on the rim and push in with that heated burn of not-enough-preparation.

God, if he hadn’t been so well worked over in the night, Jason would have lost it then and there, but instead he keeps pushing in, inch by unceasing inch, as Bruce makes unintelligible sounds and tries to buck his hips up. 

It’s a lifetime before Jason’s fully seated, pressed in as deep as he can go, and the heat has him dizzy, sweat beading all along his brow. He takes a breath, then another, and leans forward so his bulk covers Bruce’s back. It somehow gains him another impossible half inch closer, and he’s in the exact right position to set his teeth to Bruce’s shoulder and bite him to blood.

(Might be more than one dog in this bed, fancy that). 

“I said,” Jason growls, pulling out slowly and pushing back in with a sharp snap of his hips, “do you understand?”

Bruce nods fervently underneath him, urgent and desperate as he scrabbles to grab hold of where Jason’s arms are caging him in. “Yes, yes, Jason, yes, thank you, Jason, please,” he says in a voice fucked hoarse, and

Fuck, Bruce has made a liar out of Jason.

There’s no way they’ll be done in one round.

-

Jason comes to slowly, dazed and feeling dehydrated. No surprise, given the hell of a night and they’ve had, but he’s pretty sure he’d fallen asleep while still fully seated inside Bruce and neither of them had gotten up to any kind of aftercare.

Bad practice, bad owner, bad all around, Jason thinks to himself, sitting upright all in a hurry, expecting an empty bed, Bruce tucked in the Cave pretending he hadn’t been brought the lowest he’d ever gone.

Instead Bruce is still next to him, with them both lying in that weird only-feet-touching position they gravitate to when it’s too warm but they’re too loving. Jason waggles his toes, and Bruce waggles his back.

The relief’s like a Heimlich maneuver gone right, probably. Jason lets out a shuddery breath and reaches across the divide to lightly brush his fingers against Bruce’s shoulder. “You doing all right there, old man?”

“Hmm,” Bruce murmurs absently, still looking at Jason as he fiddles with the collar that still is around his neck.

Bad, bad owner. Jason curses, and reaches over for it. “Sorry, should’ve gotten it off before we fell asleep. Are you hurt?”

He gets batted away for his troubles. “I think,” Bruce says, unprompted and absently as he continued fiddling with the buckle, “I might want to try with some ears.”

Jason finds himself swallowing around a mouth gone dry, his cock making a spirited attempt to come back to life. “What? You know you don’t have to-”

Bruce ignores him again, and Jason would be annoyed, he really should be, but the absolute madman just keeps flicking his thumbnail against the metal buckle, a little Gone but mostly returned. “I think a tag would be good,” Bruce says, calm like he’s discussing the weather. “A little red tag, perhaps. Bat-shaped, of course. With the name and number of who to contact, should I get lost. How does that sound, Jason?”

And there’s that crack, that quirk of the lips that indicates that Bruce fully knows the hell he’s unleashing on Jason, that’s got him shuddering like a spin cycle spinning apart, holy fucking shit.

“Give me a taste and I'll take a whole thigh, Bruce,” Jason warns him, scooting closer while he imagines a tag that matches with a brand on the small of a beautiful back, and it has him fully wholly feral. 

Bruce just smiles a little quiet smile, hand still messing with his collar, eyes fully on Jason.

“Then take it.”

[bluemerakis]

Mera queen have you ever watched shameless?? I just finished it and i was BAWLING. 😭

louuuu <3 i have not!! but shameless was all the hype when i was in high school and i remember wanting to watch it when i embarrassingly had a crush on noah centineo in to all the boys i loved before, but i didn’t for some reason?? funnily enough i happened to forget about that show and re-remember it the other day when i was scrolling through prime for a new show to watch 😭 i heard it’s a good show though so who knows, maybe i’ll eventually watch it!! BUT WHY R YOU BAWLING?? FOR GOOD OR AWFUL REASONS?? 😭💔 don’t make me scared pls if the show ended bad i will NOT WATCH IT bc my heart can’t take it

edit: i just googled the cast of shameless and noah centineo is not even in there so i got my shows mixed up?? HELLO?? 😭 i was thinking of the fosters PLEASE. BUT i did still know of shameless through a friend that used to watch it. i just woke up so im gonna go ahead and blame my sleepy brain for this brain fart moment.

[pboogerswbb]

Ok I am so sorry this is so late, there's been a lot going on and I had some much pent up anger towards H*nn*h H*d*lg* I could not put pen to paper. Also you need to add this chapter to your masterlist its missing!

First of all I wanna say I wish I did reactions this whole time, this has been one of my favourite stories and I love your writing, I cannot wait for the new fic! Also I know you said it will be a while but I am so excited for an epilogue for this story. I am a softie at heart and I always love when there is an epilogue on a fic that flashes forward.

Ok onto the review!

We are all in agreement that BDB stands for Big Daddy Bueckers right? right?

Ok can I just say that I absolutely love how you gave actual reasoning for Paige being a player/toxic. It drives me crazy when fics have her being toxic for no reason - as it is completely opposite of everything Paige has made known about her personality. Giving her reasoning of being afraid committing to someone will distract her from basketball and that in turn she doesn't think she'd be a good partner to someone while focusing on basketball was just a really good approach to the situation and made a lot of sense. You did a great job here!

"You’re really milking that Unrivaled ad huh?" LOL. But seriously something about those ads is so UGHHHHHGIMMEENOWWW I want her to do more acting she's so hot and funny.

“Paige I’ve seen the folder on your phone full of lil things like that for you to say. You’re not that slick,” HAHAH SLAM ON PAIGE

Ok Val lowkey being a bit of a bitch about this dress situation before the date. But maybe I feel that way because I am absolutely a Paige in this situation and would forget to warn my girl to dress a certain way depending on the activity.

“I googled uh, romantic foods" this feels very in character

“Really? Now you wanna have that conversation?” I ask annoyed. -> Ok neither one of them is handling this well at all

"With that she leaves, no kiss, no hug and she’s gone. Just like she will be in a month or so." -> Stab a dagger in my heart why don't you

She scurries to me from behind the bar counter, and hugs me tight. -> why is the word 'scurries' so funny here

Ok this whole visual of them kissing and hugging at Teds is very very cute. This whole scene is actually I love it.

I can't blame Paige I have made a gf quit a bartending job before. Am I toxic 😂

KK and these handcuffs I can't. Does she even know they are a sex toy or did she just think they were cute 😂😂

“Hurry, P,” she whines, her hands wrapping around me from behind me as she kisses my upper back, making me see stars already. -> ok you described this so well because why is it SO cute when a girl does that

WOWEEE your smut is top tier. No notes. You have convinced me to buy some handcuffs.

“You alive mama?” Paige grins as my eyes slowly flutter open, watching her bring me water and a small present wrapped with a blue paper and white ribbon. -> Ok Paige's aftercare is so cute

“Girl you better not be proposing because I think it’s a lil early,” I joke, making Paige let out a heartfelt laugh. -> ya but you'd say yes if she was don't play

Well, as I said I have absolutely loved this fic. The story was great, it was funny, it was realistic, and it was so damn hot. You are amazing and as I have already said I am SO EXCITED for your new fic. The synopsis has me hooked already and I love fics where P is out of college and actually living life as an adult with her own apartment not beholden to Husky rules lol.

xoxoxo 🤱🏻

sorry it took me forever to get to this I LOVE THESE SO MUCH PLS JOIN THE BOOKCLUB IF YOU WANT TO EVEN A LITTLE BIT <333 it’s my favourite thing everrrrr

hopefully the epilogue of so it goes was up to par!! ty for all the kind words 🫶🏻

• yes BDB is big daddy bueckers - i don’t wanna hear anything else

• omg yess it’s such an ick for me if in a series paige is toxic for no reason!! we need character development and we need reasoning!! my characters will always have a motive i can tell you that much

• val lowkey would be me i’m so annoyed when people aren’t organised and prepared 😭 like that would annoy me too

• HAHA val scurries bc she’s so short it makes sense in my head

• if you are of age handcuffs can be… great 😇

• yeah val would say yes probably

AGAIN TYSM i love when you guys do these so much i’m starting a new tag for these

[rosesflowingthroughthewind]

i wish i were heather- chapter two

by: rosie <3

(i swear it’ll get a better name eventually lol)

tw: illness, low self-esteem, slight mention of loss, and the Danes

NOTE: THIS IS NOT A REAL PERSON FIC. NONE OF THE CHARACTERS NOR THE STORY ARE TRYING TO BE BASED AROUND REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS. I understand the song is partially true to the artist’s real high school life, but this story is meant to be all fiction.

note, i do not speak Danish. i used google translate, so i proudly blame all mistakes on them (jk, pls don’t come for me, sundar pichai)

After Conan put the sweater back on, (which he noticed Miles looking at him doing so, causing him to smile and blush stupidly and probably not very discreetly) the taller boy tied the two bags full of clothes together.

“Ready to go when you are,” Miles said smiling, the bag slung over his shoulder.

Kneeling to tie his shoes, he answered. “Oh, I mean it’s not like I waited 45 minutes, reading one of your terribly, and trust me when I say terribly, annotated books,” he teased, starting to rant. “It’s not like I offered to help you multiple times, but noooo, it’s not my stuff, so it’s just awful to even think about such a thing.”

“That was a nice thing for me to do!” Miles argued.

“I’m not done. All while sadly eating your mother’s delicious Danishes. So I don’t know, the chances of me being ready to go are relatively low…” Conan knew he was very clever, and liked to show it off sometimes, as he teasingly did now.

“Oh, poor you,” Miles retorted, pouting, then smiling, eventually bringing himself to a light chuckle, rolling his eyes, going downstairs from his loft bed. Conan followed, shutting the door behind them.

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“Hej, mor, jeg er tilbage om est par timer, posen til Goodwill kommer i kasen. Elsker dig!”

Conan knew Miles’ mother, Astrid N��rgaard, preferred her son to speak to her in her native Danish. It always put a smile to Conan’s face when he heard them, and it was even better now that he had a slight idea of what they were saying; Miles had been teaching him since May. He recommended it much more than Duolingo.

The younger, taller boy was telling her they’d be back in a few hours. He was trying to get out of the house quickly. Conan knew why, and he felt sad thinking about it.

“Ah, ah, ah hvor tror du, du løber så hurtigt hen? Giv mig et kram, og for guds skyld, fort æl mig, hvor du skal hen! Det er, som om du er seksten på seksogtyve!” the woman exclaimed.

Conan couldn’t keep his laughter in, and it stifled out. Sixteen going on twenty six. A simple joke, yet so innocently funny. Even due to current circumstances, Mrs. Nørgaard never lost her sense of humor since he’d met her when he was only thirteen.

Miles claimed she’d told him, along with the four older Nørgaard children, that when her husband had died when Miles was just seven, she’d vowed to forever used his dad humor. And to add new cracks along the way. She kept her promise.

“Jeg er ked af det, mor, prover bare at komme,” Miles lied whitely. “Du ved, hvordan det er. Og hey, måske overskrider jeg tiden og fylder seksogtyve; Februar. Man ved aldrig.”

“Åh, du er der allerde, min elskede. Du har altid væ ret så moden at din alder. Jeg har altid elsket det ved dig.”

Miles just about teared up from that.

“Farvel, mor. vi kommer ikke for sent.”

“Farvel, min søn. spis frokost og forbliv hydreret.”

Miles and Conan both smiled, knowing what the lady had said. They headed out the door, Miles dropping the bag of Goodwill clothes in the cardboard box.

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how did you guys like this chapter?? i’ll get the next one out sooner because it was supposed to be in this one but it was a whole lot lol.

like mrs. nørgaard says in danish, have a good day, eat lunch and stay hydrated!! ✌︎('ω')✌︎

-Rosie ( ◠‿◠ )

[castlythegreat]

Bro Istg cyber bullying needs to fucking stop. I was minding my business yesterday, and a group of boys at my school decided to add me on snap. I think nothing of it and start adding them back. First they start sending pics to f themselves mewing and shit. Then they start saying “I don’t want you” or “he wants you” bluh bluh bluh. Eventually another friends me, and I’m thinking we’re all having harmless fun teasing each other, so I called him “spaghetti head”. Nothing too bad. He makes fun of me for being skinny (which is in fact a good thing) so I make a fat joke (everyone cracks fat jokes at him) and then he proceeds to mock my sister for her autism, and blame it on another kid (not sure if he was telling the truth) then he proceeds to say the n word for literally no reason (he’s not black) he sends me a shit pic of the kid he blamed earlier, and I say “negative rizz.” He says “like you”, I agree sarcastically. He then sends a pos pic of himself, so I say “ew” aggressively, he says “you too” I flip him off, and now is where I feel like it’s going too far. He sends a pic of Annabelle (the doll) saying it’s me. I google some pics of Biggie Cheese and say “Omg you didn’t tell me you were famous!” Then add on “Every time you take a step I’m waiting for the tectonic plates to moove” which might’ve been a bit too much, idk. He sends me a video of he and his friends watching my newer shorts on yt, featuring M, saying I’m famous then a pic of a stick man. I say, cause I’m panicking that they’re watching my cringe channel “oh wow haha so funny. I can actually control my weight” and say that it’s good that I’m famous. They send videos reacting to the cringier side of my yt (cosplays) in which I can obviously hear them laughing and making fun of my shit. I tell him “it’s called advertising dipshit” he says “what, your furry company?” (I have nothing against furries, but ik they do so I was just trying to defend myself. If you’re a furry or a therian, pls continue to do so!) I say “no, my future books. Maybe if you’d actually pay attention, you’d know shit. Also you’re just giving me views lol” He answers with “your books look like this?” And sends a pic of some furry books. I say “nope. And animals don’t equal furries dumbass. Go ahead and keep watching. I need more clout. Just posted a new one. Why don’t you go watch it? Gimme a couple views. Maybe even comment for me 🙃” at this point I feel like I’ve won, but I’m unsure. He then sends a pic of one of his shitty friends (one who managed to stay out of it all) and I’m not ok so I say “looks like your moms asshole” and that’s it

After all of this I had a fucking breakdown, wanting to kms and not wanting to ever return to school in fear of being pestered there. I just feel like I didn’t do anything to them. They began pestering me first, so I answered, and thought we were all having a good time teasing each other. But now I regret all of my hard work on yt and want to just delete the whole channel from embarrassment

[sasukessusanoo]

thank you kei !! <3 (btw this is my side blog 😭 don’t be alarmed pls)

relationship status:

single

favorite color:

black (ik it’s not a color i just simply dont gaf)

song(s) that’s stuck in my head:

trance - metro boomin, travis scott & young thug

she will - lil wayne, ft. drake

p power - gunna

no flockin - kodak black

party monster - the weeknd

last song listened to:

goosebumps - travis scott

last thing i googled:

6teen (i blame @takemichiluvr)

three favorite foods:

im putting 5 cause im cool like that (im indecisive)

mac n cheese, watermelon, smoothie bowls, hamburgers, spaghetti

dream trip:

a date to target/walmart

anything i wanna say right now:

“I BUILT THIS SHIT, ME, BRICK BY BRICK. AND ILL BE DAMNED IF I LET YOU TEAR IT DOWN JUST CAUSE YOU DON’T LIKE THE WAY ANOTHER NIGGA TAWLKK”

tagging: @morosis-haze @jogeto

Tag 10 people

Tagged by @hitchell-mope, thank you! 💗

Relationship status: Single

Favorite color: Black

Song that's stuck in my head: the Skins UK theme x3

Last song listened: Love In an Elevator by Aerosmith

Three favorite foods: French toast, pizza, mac and cheese

Last thing googled: Sia Berkeley

Dream trip: Europe tour

Anything I want right now: 👉🏽👌🏽 (So sorry. I’m on my period, and the horny symptom’s been flaring up like crazy this month 😣🤦🏽‍♀️)

Tagging: @hiraeth-doux, @crystallinee-waters, @stellaluna33, @fandomsmeantheworldtome, @nicoleanell, @emmanelson, @humanitys-strongest-bamf, @thegoddesspeaks, @trekkitkat, @roamwithahungryheart, @sullxo, @swanxlake (if you want to, plus anyone else who might like to 💞)

[personwhowrites]

Pls pls!

Can I ask for the 141 gang (+ Alejandro and Valeria) reacting to an y/n that starts yelling in german when angry. (Like an angry spanish Mama) 🙏🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

Sure! Sadly, I did have to use google translate since I don’t know German. So blame google 😀

Task Force members ~wanted all of them to react together~

You are having an awful day already, bad news at home and an issue with a rookie who decided to make your life hell. You walk into the briefing room angry and tired from your whole day. Price has called a meeting about the next following mission. You stare at the table, not caring about the file next to you. Soap is kicking the side of you chair, while Gaz is coughing as he had been sick the previous days.

“Listen, we all have to get this mission done and you all can go home for Christmas.” Price says looking at a hologram. “We will all need to do our best.”

“Don’t we always?” Gaz says slamming the file on the table. “Come on price we know the deal by no—“

“I don’t care, we all have to go over this because sometimes people..” Price says looking over at sopa who keeps kicking the side of your chair. “Tend to go their own ways and almost get everyone killed.”

“One time!” Soap yells making you finally snap and stand up from your chair. “..Y/n?”

“Ihr benehmt euch alle wie kleine verdammte Kinder! das bringt mich dazu, mich umzubringen!” You yell shaking your head and grabbing the file next to you. “Hör dir einfach den verdammten Price an! Verdammt noch mal mit euch allen!” 1("You all behave like little damn children! That makes me kill myself!) 2(Just listen to the damn price! Damn it with all of you)

“English Y/n.” Ghost says looking over at you. “English, we don’t understand you when you’re like this.”

“Fucking German! Jesus!” You yell shaking head and holding the file tightly. “Ich wollte euch nie in meinem Leben so sehr verletzen.” (I never wanted to hurt you so much in my life.)

“..Y/n are you okay?” Soap asks you reaching for your hand which you immediately move away. “Y/n!”

“No! Just! No!” You yell finally and storm out the briefing room.

“..Damn what her so triggered.” Gaz says looking at the others. “..She’s fucking terrifying..”

“She was speaking German wasn’t she?” Soap asks looking over at the others. “She was?”

“Someone or something push her into madness today.” Price says going to the door. “All of you stay here I’ll go check on her.”

The men nod as Price goes off to find you. He finds you mumbling and cleaning the room you share with them. Price slightly concerned about this whole new behavior walks over only to get a belt aim at him.

“Woah! Easy y/n.” Price says putting his hands up. “Easy.”

“..Geh weg, ich will dich nicht in meiner Nähe haben oder irgendjemand in meiner Nähe..” You mumble moving the belt away and setting it on his bed. (Go away, I don't want you near me or anyone near me)

“Y/n.. are you okay?” Price asks hearing footsteps down the hall. The others didn’t listen to him once more. “You can talk to m—“

“Can you just go away!?” You yell shaking your head. “God damn it! If someone is angry don’t go after them!!”

“Sargent Y/n!” Price yells making your body freeze. “Listen!”

The others are by the door now. Watching the whole mess display in front of them. Soap and Gaz are really concerned hoping the whole yelling doesn’t lead to anything else. Meanwhile Ghost.. his enjoyment has been found for today. Seeing you argue with Price.

“Look! I need to cool off and none of you are helping!” You yell sitting down on your bed. “I’ll go back when I’m d—“

“Why are you mad.” Price asks sitting on his bed now. “Tell me, talk to me.”

“..Can I just be alone?” You say again annoying him. “Please Captain.”

Gaz and Soap watch as your anger slowly dies. Ghost leans against the doorframe watching you and Price. Almost as if he was watching someone get therapy. Soap and Gaz will try to get into the room but Ghost body will block them from stepping in.

“Talk to me or else I’ll get you Laswell.” Prive says making you quickly sit up.

“God no, she always turns it into a therapy session..” You mumble rubbing your hands together. “I just been having a bad day.. and you guys weren’t helping by being annoying..”

“How is your day bad?” Price says looking at you, his eyes maintained on yours. “Y/n..?”

“My family.. kicked me out the Christmas party and.. some dumb rookie is making it impossible to teach them anything.” You pause for a moment and take a deep breath. “They claim that maybe someone else.. should teach them since I’m too soft on them.”

“Are you?” Gaz says making you slightly angry again.

“No! God damn it!” You day getting up from the bed. “I’m not!”

“Okay y/n no sit down.” Price says grabbing your arm. “Ignore them, they don’t exist.”

“Harsh..” Soap says leaning on Ghost. “Real harsh Captain..”

You sit back down and stare at Price. Soon, you calm down and explain to him everything. The family mess, rookie mess and your whole process of how to stop being mad.

Later in the future they will give you time to cool off. Still terrified on why you’d tart cleaning when your mad. Soap makes a couple jokes saying you should be more mad so the place is clean 24/7. Ghost smacks him every time he does that “joke”

Valeria “El sin nombre” Garza & Alejandro Vargas

Your watching them argue, like always. Valeria decided to join Alejandro again and fight for good. Yet arguments seem so common between them if they cross paths. This time it was about handling food for others, Alejandro believe hot stew would serve everyone well for the winter, yet Valeria thought it was stupid.

“Now that’s just stupid Alejandro.” Valeria says looking at the planned week. “They can’t have strew each night.”

“Stew is amazing!” Alejandro says looking over at her. “Right Rodolfo?”

“Im staying out of this.” Rodolfo quickly responds next to you. “Think you can handle this?”

“..Yeah just go home..” You mumble shaking your head at their stupid argument.

Rodolfo nods and leaves you with them. Their argument starting to get physical. Valeria grabs a plate and throws at it Alejandro, it almost hits you.

“Was zum Teufel! Hör einfach auf, über dummen Scheiß zu streiten! Verdammt, ihr benehmt euch beide wie kleine Kinder!!” You yell making both of them freeze and stare at you. “Das ist es! Fick dich und dich! Ihr zwei seid nur Kinder!” 1(What the hell! Just stop arguing about stupid shit! Damn, you both behave like little children!!) 2(That's it! Fuck you and you! You two are just children!)

“What?” Alejandro says slightly terrified. “Y/n, ether speak English or Spanish.”

“Fuck your English and Spanish!” You hiss at him and grab the paper they been looking over at. “Fuck this paper! Now get your lives in shape! You both agreed to do shit right and mend stuff between each other!”

“I can’t when this idiot wants to serve strew for a whole week!” Valeria says with a small laugh. “Who even wants that!”

“Don’t you dare disrespect my stew!” Alejandro yells at Valeria. “You crazy woman!”

“genügend! Egal, versöhne dich oder halt die Klappe mit dem Essen, und ich kümmere mich darum!” You yell making both of them jump and stare at you. “..Assholes! Now clean the broken shit! Now!” (Enough! Anyway, reconcile or shut up with the food, and I'll take care of it!)

“Your not my boss.” Valeria hisses at you with a cold stare.

“Oh I’m not?” You say taking your shoe off. “I’m not?! Get your ass over here!!”

The argument will end quickly and Alejandro will have to stop you from hurting Valeria. They will clean the broken glass and plates. Yet be slightly scared of you, but glad that you didn’t have a gun at hand.

They also stop getting into arguments when your around. They don’t like seeing you angry, mostly because they don’t know what your saying to them.

Rodolfo will find it funny that they behave around you now. I mean who wouldn’t?

[writergirl3]

"Hermosa" - Aaron T x Reader

Let's just say I was inspired by my recent trip to Spain and dreamt up this cute scenario. I don't speak a word of Spanish, so if my Google translate-dependence creates inaccuracies, I'm sorry!

Anyway, onto the good stuff 🧡

“Not ‘Si’, ‘Sí’!”

“It’s the exact same!”

Aaron T grins at you cheekily, shaking his head fondly so that his chocolate curls tumble about. “So, when someone says ‘Would you like sprinkles with that?’, you’re not gonna sound dumb answering ‘If!’?”

“Shut up,” you furiously scribble out the word in your notebook, correcting the pesky little mark, “Spanish is dumb.”

“Not as dumb as you.” Aaron jests, poking your cheek softly when you pout at him, signaling he’s kidding. “Let’s try something different.”

You eye him with exhaustion. He’s been tutoring you for an hour now and while staying behind at school with your best friend is fun and all, the thought of your bed is equally appealing. “Can’t we just carry on tomorrow?”

“No,” Aaron pushes a cup of coffee over to you, chuckling as you guzzle the caffeinated beverage, “You’re not going anywhere until you can string a sentence together.”

“It’s easy for you,” you settle the coffee cup down, “you’re fluent!”

Aaron chortles and pinches your cheek out of fondness. He shouldn’t find your sleepy grumpiness cute, but alas, it’s out of his control. Falling for you was never on his agenda, but moments like this reminds him why he did.

“Dios mío, eres lindo…”

“Huh?”

Your bambi eyes catch him off-guard, and he realises he spoke aloud. At least you don’t understand a word of Spanish.

“Nothing!” Quickly shutting your school book closed, he turns to you and gestures for you to do the same. “Let’s make this fun.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you draw back, “Fun how?”

“Stop asking so many questions!” He flashes you a toothy smile and it makes you roll your eyes. “Just try and guess what I’m sayin’, we need to get you used to hearing different words.”

You shrug in compliance, awaiting whatever he has in store. He taps his chin thoughtfully before inspiration alights his hazel irises.

“You gotta write about yourself for this assignment, right?” You just nod. “Well, I’ll give you some pointers.”

He observes you intently and, in all honesty, it makes your cheeks heat up a little. When did he get so close?

“Tus ojos,” his voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it, “me hipnotizan…”

Your breath catches in your throat. You have no idea what he’s just said, and all you can do is sit in silence. Aaron just chuckles and lets his eyes trail over your face.

“Tus mejillas son lindas cuando te sonrojas, y,” Aaron chuckles “eso me gusta.”

“Stop saying so many words I don’t know!” you whine, unwittingly ruining the moment. Aaron chuckles, but his eyes never leave your face.

“Tus labios son tan dulces, me pregunto cómo se sentirían en los míos…” 

He trails off, and by the way his eyes flicker down to your lips, you can tell what he’s been talking about them.

“My…lips?”

Aaron nods encouragingly, motioning for you to write the vocab down. As you scribble away, he eyes you in a daze. Who could blame him? You look so cute when you’re concentrated, oblivious to his flirtations. 

For now.

“Hermosa…”

The word falls from his lips in a lovestruck whisper before he can stop himself. But it’s only when you turn to him that he realises what he’s just done.

“Did you just say…beautiful?”

Mierda.

“I-I, uh…” Aaron fumbles, looking anywhere but your eyes. Why did that word have to be the only one you know?

“You did, didn’t you?”

Your expression softens. You’ve never seen Aaron so nervous, so unsure of himself. Your confident, fun-loving best friend transforms into someone else entirely. Someone you want to be close with, to share things with, to…love?

Refocusing on Aaron, you note the way his eyes dart about the room, his fingers drum on the classroom desk you’re sat at. When he takes his cap off to fan his face momentarily, you question if this is the Aaron you’ve come to know.

It’s plain to see that he can’t formulate any words at all, English or Spanish, so you do the next best thing.

“Aaron,” placing your hand on his tanned forearm, he turns to you while you try to organise your thoughts, “Me gustan ustedes dos…”

His hazel-flecked irises nearly pop out of their sockets at that, and when you lean in to momentarily peck his lips? He loses it.

That’s not to say, though, that he doesn’t reciprocate the gesture. Holding your cheeks tenderly, he succumbs to your charms and kisses the soft flesh of your lips happily. Pulling away, he leans his forehead on yours and meets your eyes with regained confidence.

“I can’t believe you like me back…” His whisper dances across your lips and you find yourself wishing you could feel his again. You lean back in, but not before Aaron verbally cuts in with a cheeky grin, “And by the way, it’s ‘Tú también me gustas’...you said ‘two’, not ‘too’...”

“Shut up and kiss me…”

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Musing Meaninglessly Masterlist

[marvel-trash-bin]

Taking Risks.

(Not my Gif.)

Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*

Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 4.2K

Tags: @greeneyedblondie44

A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!

Here’s the thing.

You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.

And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.

Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.

It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.

Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”

You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”

“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”

You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.

“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”

The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.

“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”

You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”

He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.

“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”

The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.

His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.

~

The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.

He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.

He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.

“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.

You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”

And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.

So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.

By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.

In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.

“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.

You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”

He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.

“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”

The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.

~

By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.

He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.

“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.

“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”

He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.

“For teasing you.”

“And?”

You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.

“For embarrassing you.”

There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.

“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.

Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.

“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”

You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”

Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.

“Proceed.”

Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.

“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.

Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.

“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.

A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.

Powerful.

Strict.

However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.

He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.

After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.

“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”

You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.

It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”

You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.

He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.

“Turn around.”

As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.

“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”

Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.

“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.

“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.

He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.

One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”

You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.

“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.

Then a bite.

“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”

And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.

“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.

“I’d let you do anything to me.”

He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.

“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.

The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.

It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.

You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.

“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”

You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.

His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.

“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”

And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.

As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.

He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.

His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.

“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”

This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

[willandmichael]

st sub/dub

a few thoughts i’ve been having since i had a conversation w a twitter mutual about byler/st and about the brazilian portuguese dub. i was talking about how mike refers to el as his ‘superhero’ and as ‘superman’, i asked her if she noticed he always refers to el as a male character or with the gender neutral term ‘superhero’ while others call her ‘supergirl’ or ‘wonder woman’, she said she didn’t notice that because she watches the dubbed version.

in portuguese almost every single word is gendered - there’s no gender neutral to ‘superhero’ it’s either “super-herói” (male) or “super-heroína” (female, mike uses this one to refer to el). even the episode title “the monster and the superhero” gets translated to “o monstro e a super-heroína”. i mean, i don’t blame the translators there’s literally nothing they can do cause there isn’t a genderless word to use. and it’s not only in the dub, it’s in the subs as well.. so if you don’t know english this very important detail about how mike uses language gets lost in translation.

i’m sure there’s more examples to point out about the language and changes made, i never watch st dubbed or with pt-br subs so i can’t point them out (and when i did put on pt-br subs to watch with my sister, i didn’t pay attention cause i understand english so i wasn’t focused on it). but that made me think about how little things about language can change your perspective or the way you interpret a character. like, the whole analysis about mike never referring to el as a female hero/character can’t exist in portuguese cause he does use those terms in our language.

btw when i was looking through the mlvn fight scene to double-check this i noticed that the portuguese (cc) has [hesitates] before mike says “i care for you so much” and “wha-.. who... who said that i didn’t?” which is interesting cause it’s not there in the english (cc) 

another observation, the word they chose to translate “care” into was “carinho” which has kinda of a different meaning in portuguese? i would say it’s more like affection (i feel a great affection towards you) although i see why they chose that word, it flows better and it kinda fits but i wouldn’t say it means the same as ‘i care for you.. so much’. i feel like the care used by mike would be better translated to ‘se importar’ (eu me importo muito com você)

google pls.. it’s “an affection” lmao

anyway! this probably happens to every translation and it’s worse with gendered languages, which sucks!! if anyone has any observations about subbing/dubbing in other languages feel free to add to the conversation, it’s a very interesting topic to me as an english undergraduate lmao

[melaningifs]

I'm expecting an apology with five paragraphs, all with ten sentences each written by hand that include your tears. YOU SCARED ME U THIUGHT YOY WERE ACTUALLY LEAVING 😭

BAHAHAHA PLS IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭😂😭

FILMING MY APOLOGY VIDEO ASAP 😫

*googles youtuber apology copypasta*

First off, I want to say that I am sorry. There is no one to blame but my self; it was my fault and nobody else's. I was unsensitive and inconsiderate. I promise that I will never again do something like this. I made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgement, and I don’t expect to be forgiven. I’m simply here to apologise.