#so let's make them fight to see who's sexiest

[winksasleeplesseye]

Late

A/N: I wrote this for my OC and Leon but decided to rework it to be reader fic (bc I’m nice like that but don’t be surprised if I end up posting that one as well at some point).

MINORS DNI!

Pairing: Post!RE4R!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

Summary: Leon’s home resting from Spain, Jill invites you out but Leon wants you to stay in but you’re not budging, luckily for Leon, he’s always up for a challenge.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: straight up smut, oral (f receiving), Leon being hot

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You sat at the vanity, putting on the finishing touches of your makeup and your outfit. Jill had invited you out on the town since she was visiting, a momentary return to normalcy you both seriously needed.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Leon sprawled out on your shared bed.

If he wasn’t wearing his comfiest pair of sweats and an obscure band tee, you probably would’ve thought he was posing for a spread in Playgirl. Either way, you’d always want to climb all over him like a tree.

His eyes flitted back and forth between pages of a mission report, a pair of reading glasses perched at the tip of his nose, clearly not helping with reading.

“You know, it’s not too late for you to get dressed to come with me.” You offer, but you already know exactly what he’ll say.

“Or you can stay in with me,” You looked at him from the reflection in the mirror, he was making the cutest pout face in your direction.

Raccoon City and now Spain had changed you both in different ways fundamentally. Leon had become more of a homebody, while you didn’t mind going out into the world, had everything occurred differently, you imagined he’d come with. Yet, you couldn’t fault him for it, the hells and horrors you both endured certainly weren’t normal.

“That won’t work on me, Kennedy, I know your ways,” You laughed.

Papers shuffling and the springs of the mattress dipping sound behind you. “Oh, really?”

One thing you occasionally forget is that Leon Scott Kennedy is never one to back down from a challenge. And right now? His challenge is clear.

Leon is quick to wrap his arms around your middle, bringing you up to a standing position crushed against his front. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, placing hot, open mouthed kisses against it.

The helpless sound that escapes your lips is equal parts pleasure and annoyance. “You evil man.”

He lets out the sexiest chuckle as his lips travel over all the exposed skin you have on display. The butterfly top you’d gotten only recently is now already disheveled as Leon works a hand underneath the cup of the fabric, rolling a nipple between his fingers.

You turned your head, pulling Leon into a frenzied kiss before pulling away for mere seconds only to face him fully in the kiss.

Your phone, a slim black Nokia was going off in your back pocket but quite frankly you were more lost in your fingers exploring underneath Leon’s clothes as he did the same to you. Jill would just have to wait.

Leon’s hands gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you with an ease that shouldn’t have been so sexy but it was.

Challenge? Oh, who were you kidding? You barely put up a fight. Leon knew exactly what would convince you every time.

“You really thought you could go out, looking like that?” he asked huskily, wrapping your legs around his slim waist.

Feeling particularly wicked, you answer with a smirk, “Yes.”

You felt victorious but that was going to be short-lived, Leon practically threw you down on the mattress, no care for the papers that now laid all over the floor.

You tried to contain your excitement as Leon undid the buttons to your black jeans, just barely ripping them off of you. Your underwear wasn’t so lucky, the flimsy material now laid on the floor alongside Leon’s papers.

For a moment, you shudder at the feeling of being bare.

You didn’t even have to wonder what Leon would do next; he was already sinking down to his knees, pausing long enough only to pull you to the edge of the bed. He didn’t give you any time to prepare yourself. His broad shoulders shoved your legs apart and his mouth was on your in an instant.

“Oh, shit, Leon,” You breathed. Your head fell back against the mattress as his mouth explored your folds. Your fingers found their way to his hair where they tangled themselves in his blonde locks with abandon.

Leon’s tongue licked kittenish and broad stripes up your pussy, earning him a tug that had him letting loose a small groan against your core. He’d always liked his hair pulled, but he seemed to like it even more now.

You couldn’t think of anything but Leon, focusing all your attention on looking at the man between your legs to find that his blue eyes already bore into you, watching for every single reaction, certainly feeling some gratification that he’s always able to do all of this to you.

His tongue alternated between licking between your folds and disappearing deep inside you. Occasionally his nose would brush your clit but he seemed to be ignoring it on purpose, driving you nearly mad with need.

“Leon, baby, please,” You pathetically whimper, eyes heavily lidded gazing needily at the man between your legs.

He gave you one last long, sinful lick before gazing up at you through lust-blown eyes. Clearly, you didn’t have to wonder if he enjoyed pleasuring you like this.

“You’re gonna have to tell me exactly what you want, sweetheart. Now, what do you want?” he asked.

You bit your lip, you really didn’t want to voice your thoughts out loud, considering Leon knows your body so well, but you both knew he wasn’t going to budge until you said it. So, you caved. “I need your mouth on my clit. Ple-“

His tongue darted out and swirled around the engorged bud, instantly drawing a loud moan from your lips. you clapped a hand over your mouth, not wanting the entire building to hear you. “Like that?” he asked salaciously, looking up at you with now nearly black eyes, pupils overtaking the blue color. Before you could answer his mouth found your clit again, giving it a gentle suck. A strangled cry left your mouth and he relented to lavish the rest of you with deft licks.

“You really are an evil man,” You murmured fondly. You could practically feel him grin. To hell with Jill, this way was more important. You knew she’d probably be a little mad to be blown off for a few hours but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care; it felt too damn good.

In mere minutes, Leon had reduced you to a pile of jello on the mattress, you were pretty sure that your hand was the only thing keeping you from screaming your euphoria to the high heavens. “L-Leon, baby, I’m so fucking close-Oh my-ah!”

“That’s it. Come on my tongue,” he whispered filthily. Your breathing became unstable, vocal cords shaky as Leon’s name spilled feebly from your mouth; your toes curled, your legs shook as your thighs clamped down on his head as your orgasm sent your body off the edge of the earth.

Your fingers tugged sharply on his hair and his resulting moan felt like it resonated throughout your whole body. He worked his tongue over your clit until the sensation was obviously overwhelming then switched to spearing you with it, moaning as though you were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

When you were spent he finally ceased, standing slowly and removing your shirt in one fluid motion. “You’d better call Jill and apologize now,” he wore a proud grin, hands pulling up his shirt.

God, you love this man.

[tungtung-thanawat]

Nick is absolutely the most effective seducer I have seen in my entire life! He sees people for who they are and he cares for them and treats them like people and voila instant loyal puppy for the collection.

He sees a feral cat in Boston and he’s like you know the way you fuck and suck is so cool I like it so much and instantly this man is like if you so much as make an unhappy noise I will fight the world you are my number one my cutie baby pie.

He sees a man who’s just broken up and getting back into the dating scene and self conscious about getting older and he’s like you know what you are you are a daddy the sexiest older queer archetype and you are MY daddy and this man is like please take me on trips I will kiss you I will give you job you are the best

He sees lonely queer boy in Sand and he’s like are you a lonely queer boy??? Holy shit so am I??? let’s kiss about it and then THEY DO and then he gets cuddles. Like if you for a second think that Sand would have picked Ray over Nick that night had Nick not wanted Ray to sleep with them you are kidding yourself. If Nick had expressed even the slightest bit of dissatisfaction with that situation rays ass would be OUT ON THE GRASS.

Like this is King shit. Boston fucks men so good they let him take photos of them all sexy and whatnot. Nick is on a different level. He’s amassing an army like these men will GO TO WAR for him.

[meangirls-imagines]

WIPS

This list will be updated regularly!

LAST UPDATED: 3/16/24

Regina George x chubby!reader: Reader is on the cheer team and looks REALLY hot in her uniform. Regina is not God's strongest soldier.

Regina George x masc!reader: Regina and Reader are the power couple of North Shore. Regina has Reader wrapped around her finger in public, but behind closed doors, it's a different story.

Regina George x reader: Regina is the black cat gf and Reader is the golden retriever gf but not every top is what they seem (spoiler: Reader tops Regina)

Gretchen Wieners x reader: Gretchen finally gets someone to like her for who she is and not who she hangs out with. Regina looks to destroy that to have Reader to herself. Love prevails.

Regina George x reader: Reader is the new girl at school and disregards the warnings about Regina George. Regina likes the new girls confidence.

Karen Shetty x reader: Karen gets jealous. That's the plot.

Regina George x autistic!reader: The George's go on a camping retreat for Regina's dad's job. Regina takes reader along and crosses something off her bucket list.

Karen Shetty x reader: Karen might be used to Regina being a bitch to her, but her girlfriend won't allow it.

Regina George x reader: Reader comes from a family who isn't as rich as her girlfriend's. Regina says some stuff during a fight leading to a break. Reader and Regina make up at the annual Halloween party.

Janis Imi'Ike x plastic!reader: Janis is dating Gretchen Wieners sister. Chaos ensues.

Cady Heron x reader: Reader becomes friends with the new girl and her friend group sees how smitten she is with her. Regina devises a plan to get them together.

Regina George x reader: Regina George isn't gay. Well, at least that's what she thinks. Her and reader share a steamy makeout session at a party. Regina George might be gay.

Regina George x reader: Regina doesn't like how all the girls in North Shore throw themselves at her girlfriend. Reader shows Regina she only has eyes for her. (Might be a G!P reader. IDK yet. Let me know what you think.)

Reneè Rapp x reader: Reneè has a huge crush on Reader. Reader feels the same. Reneè is the last person to figure it out. Her gaydar is out of order apparently.

Regina George x femme!reader: Regina loves to remind everyone how much of a bottom her girl is.

Gretchen Wieners x reader: Gretchen crosses paths with the school's resident burnout. She doesn't really care for her until she sees her at Spring Fling in the sexiest dress Gretchen has ever seen.

Regina George x reader: Regina George is the apex predator, right? Then why was she currently writhing in pleasure underneath Reader?

Janis Imi'ike x plastic!reader: Damian has had enough of his best friend being a useless gay. He recruits the rest of the plastics to help get Janis with her girl.

Gretchen Wieners x reader: Reader walks in on Regina screaming at her girlfriend. She stands up for her girl, causing Regina to shut up and Gretchen's panties to drop.

Leighton Murray x Tatum x Reader: Reader has POTS and her girlfriends take care of her after an episode.

Janis Imi'ike x reader: Janis has a huge crush on reader and practically embarrasses herself after a gay panic.

Regina George x reader: Reader moves to North Shore for the last two years of her high school life. Regina notices her immediately and Karen and Gretchen decide to meddle.

Janis Imi'ike x reader: Reader replaces Cady in the story.

Janis Imi'ike x plastics!reader: Janis, Damian and Cady also try to take down Regina's sister but fail after every attempt. Janis falls in love with Reader along the way.

Leighton Murray x reader: Reader is Nico's best friend and Leighton is crushing hard on her. The only thing stopping the blonde from getting her, was in fact, Nico.

Janis imi'ike x short!reader: Janis and Y/N go to a concert. Fluff all around!

Works will be put out sporadically. If you've requested something and don't see it on the list, please let me know so I can add it!

[milqueandsugar]

What if,, a band/artist rivalry between Adam and reader?

Since Adam outright says he's in a band in the first episode,, let's say that there's a rising artist who making themselves big in the music industry in Heaven, maybe even the same genre that Adam's band is in, and he gets ticked off.

So out of curiosity, he goes to one of their concerts (presumably to judge the music itself) but then when they start playing, he's just kinda.. in disbelief. Like the music is good?? And the person singing is hot??

Idk that would be something cool and funny to read,, love your stuff btw, been following since like last year 🙏🙏 I'll be 🥐 anon if that's cool and not taken ofc!

🌼☕` Your Tea Is Ready `☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Adam

A/n - thanks for following for so so long! This was fun to write!

| Adam/Rival!Reader|

Listen, alright he only went to investigate

Too see what it was that made you sooo much of a competitor, because upon first glance there was nothing that interesting about you

Like you had cool clothes and hair he wanted to run his hands through, and the most kissable lips he's ever seen, and you pretty much sweated sex appeal but like you were THAT cool

So he takes the chance when an opportunity arises to get seats for your show, he'll take the scolding for the expensive purchase from lute later, the information he could gather was worth far more than any currency

So he goes, fights through the crowd for drinks and then fights through the crowd again to get to his spot

Your fans are insane, thats the first thing, like he's used to fans throwing bras and underwear on stage but these people are screaming and cheering for you like you were on stage, the openers hadn't even started yet wtf was going on??

The crowd hype was real though and by time the openers, who were mid, closed he was feeling the buzz of excitement the crowd carried

It was contagious and his ailment of adrenaline was only worsened when you came on stage and started your first song

Fuck

Yeah he got the appeal

Seeing someone so confident, so in love with their passion made him fall equally in love with you, those are like the two sexiest things and angel can have and you've got them falling out of your pockets babe!!

He buys more tickets to up coming shows and a shit ton of merch while leaving the venue, he would have done it during the show but he couldn't tear his eyes away often enough to blink let alone do anything else

Any sense of envy or competiriveness? Gone, just like the money from his wallet

He only realizes when he's considering buying a signed shirt that he's acting like one of HIS groupies

Oh no

Decides then he needs to quit, you have a sick band, he respects you and has all your songs on vinyl and on his phone but he's not some fucking low life that stalks their celebrity crushes all right?

I mean he's going to keep the merch but hey it might be valuable one day!!

And he'll go see the shows for the tickets he already bought but otherwise it'd just be a waste so whatever it's totally normal

This is such normal behavior, just, be cautious if you ever mention HIS band in a positive light on social or in an interview, he is already heavily considering buying some back stage passes don't force his hand now, come on

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE *  assorted (and slightly adapted to suit this meme format) dialogue from the book by casey mcquiston, adjust as necessary

on purpose. i love him on purpose.

i've always thought of myself as a problem that deserved to stay hidden.

i'm going to have you offed. you'll never see it coming.

take anything you want and know you deserve to have it.

get in there.

you're literally putting your dick in the leader of a foreign state.

before you, i was all right letting everything happen to me.

i can't believe even mortal peril will not prevent you from being the way you are.

sorry, are we not? did i skip ahead again?

you've been warned.

he died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock.

my life is a cosmic joke and you're not a real person.

hey, have i told you lately that you're brave?

i honestly have never thought i deserved to choose.

we're gonna make it work. you and me and history, remember?

if you finish that sentence, i'm gonna spend tonight in jail.

but the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable.

i actively wish for the sweet release of death.

yes, good, carry on.

i won't hear a word against it.

we're gonna do it together.

i said you look great, baby!

i meet you in every dream, and when i wake i cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness.

i'm so in love i could die.

you can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse.

i wonder if it's too late to swan dive off the roof.

i'm learning all your hidden depths today, sweetheart.

you must invent an entirely new system.

a curious thing about grief is the way it takes your entire life, all those foundational years that made you who you are, and makes them so painful to look back on.

he's proof that it doesn't matter where you come from or who your family is.

i've bloody well had it!

we can unpack the ironic symbolism later.

that's beyond our sense of decorum!

i'm not afraid of anything i feel. i'm afraid of saying it. i'm only afraid of what happens when i do.

aw, you do care.

if there's any legacy for me on this earth, i want it to be true.

straight people probably don't spend this much time convincing themselves that they're straight.

the moment you first called me a prick, my fate was sealed.

you are the absolute worst idea i've ever had.

should i tell you that when we're apart, your body comes back to me in dreams?

can you perhaps stop putting your sodding life in danger now?

what are we even defending here?

history will remember us.

when i sleep, i see you.

i hate this so much.

every person who bears a legacy makes the choice of a partner with whom they will share it with.

we're just gonna fucking fight.

he is my choice.

i can appreciate that maybe this isn't your fault.

i've been gay as a maypole since the day i came out of mom.

when i wake up in the morning, it feels like i've just been with you.

i can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache.

your spine's a ridge i'd die climbing.

for a few moments, i can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all.

the phrase 'see attached bibliography' is the single sexiest thing you have ever written me.

i promise you, one day we'll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.

give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there's so much of you.

i want to set myself on fire, but i can't afford for anyone to see me burn.

you see, for me, memories are difficult.

never tell me the odds.

i wish there weren't a wall.

jesus christ, it's like they can see into your soul.

you're it, okay? i'm never gonna love anybody in the world like i love you.

i'm finished. i don't care.

god, i want to fight everyone who's ever hurt you.

the whole world watched, and history remembered.

are you quite finished?

just so we're clear. i'm about to have sex with you in this storage closet to spite your family.

you insane, hopeless romantic little shit.

[archangeldyke-all]

i want to see jealous sevikaaaa

combining this ask with two more i got right after this one!

Sevika sees you in the last drop dancing in your own little world and men try to get you to dance with them and she is having none of it. Stalks up behind you her metal arm wraps around your waist. She pulls you back and growls out the word mine. The men disappear so fast. You still want to dance and a new track comes on the jukebox 'Slumber Party' by Rain Paris. So she dances with you and makes everyone understand that you are hers.

and

HARD SEX

enjoy bbs!

men and minors dni

"you're really not gonna dance with me?" you ask, pouting up at your girlfriend. she smiles down at you. the bass thumps throughout the club and your hips sway unconsciously to the beat.

"you know i don't like dancing." she grunts.

"yeah, and you know tequila makes me dancy! and yet! you kept getting me margaritas!" you say, pointing accusingly up at her. she smiles.

"tequila also makes you slutty." sevika says with a saucy smile. you laugh.

"oh i see." you laugh and roll your eyes, then chug down the few sips of margarita you have left. you press the glass into sevika's hands. "fine. stay here and be boring. i'm going to dance." you turn to strut away, giggling as she whistles at your retreating figure. you pause, turning around to jog back up to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "have another whiskey. loosen up a bit. then come find me when you feel like finding out what i'm wearing under these shorts." you whisper in her ear. she grins, and this time when you turn to leave, she smacks your ass. you giggle and shimmy over to the dance floor.

you're drunk enough to have no inhibitions-- you feel like you're the sexiest thing on the floor but you could just as easily be clumsily stumbling along. you have no gauge of good or bad dancing anymore, you just move.

you must be moving somewhat sensually, because a couple guys try getting handsy with you. you manage to smack them away prettily easily, and when you can't you lean in and tell them who you're at the club with. they all stumble away when sevika's name leaves your lips.

the record switches, a slower song with a groovy baseline filling the club, and your hips start swinging to the beat. across the club, you catch sevika's eye. she's leaning against the bar, sipping on her whiskey, her eyes locked on you. she grins when you catch her staring.

suddenly it's like you and sevika are the only people in the room. you draw small circles with your waist, your hips and ass swaying, and you grin as sevika bites her lip. you tug on your shirt, slowly inching it up your abdomen, watching as sevika eagerly down the rest of her whiskey. just before you flash her, you drop the hem, covering your abdomen from her view. she pouts. you grin, twirling around to give her a nice view of your ass swaying side to side. you can feel her gaze on you, the hungry way she's licking her lips. even with your eyes closed and your back turned you can feel her watching you.

an arm wraps around your waist. you grin. "took you long enough." you say to sevika.

"well sorry, darlin' if i had known you were waitin' for me i woulda come over her much sooner." an unfimilar scratchy voice grunts out. you freeze, a wave a disgust rolling down your spine, before you turn in the grip the stranger has on your hips.

"get off me." you say to the man grinning down at you, pushing at his shoulders. he doesn't let go of you. you spit in his face, and he simply licks his lips. a couple of the men you'd rejected tonight are witness to the scene, laughing as you struggle in his hold. over his shoulder, you catch sight of a flash of glowing purple. you grin.

"there you go baby, you don't have to fight me." the man mumbles down at you as you relax in his grip. you scoff.

suddenly, the man crumbles, sevika's mechanical arm smacking his head. he groans on the ground-- still conscious-- so sevika kicks his head with her boot. he passes out... or dies.

you giggle. the men around you scatter, and sevika looks up at you.

"you okay?" she asks. you smile and nod.

"my hero." you tease her as you fall into her arms. she grins. "you gonna dance with me now? keep me safe?" you ask, pouting up at her. the slow song changes, a grungy electric guitar riff filling the club. sevika's grip on your hips tighten.

"turn around." she grunts. you grin, pressing a kiss to her lips before spinning in her hold.

you start grinding against her crotch in small rough circles. she groans in your ear.

"you're fuckin' mine." she growls against you. you grin. a jealous, possessive sevika is always a horny sevika. especially when you're both drunk. sevika starts trailing kisses down your throat, nipping and biting the skin, humping into your ass as you grind against her.

her hands claw at the fishnets you're wearing, causing runs to form up your thighs. you elbow her and she giggles, kissing your cheek in apology. her hands don't stop though, one coming up to grope your tits, the other playing with the button of your shorts.

a few people gawk at the two of you, that is, until sevika notices and scowls at them until they turn away. you laugh every time, pressing a kiss to her head.

when she snakes a hand down your fishnets and shorts to reveal her surprise, she gasps at the feeling of your cunt. you giggle.

"what'd you think your surprise was?" you ask. she grunts.

"one of those thongs i bought you. fuck, this is so much better." she whispers as her fingers start drawing circles on your clit. you gasp.

a man across from the two of you is staring. you nudge sevika, pointing him out with your chin. she growls at him while simultaneously sinking two fingers into your sopping cunt. you gasp and writhe against her--and the man gasps and turns, before turning back for one more look, then sprinting away when sevika catches him. you would laugh if you weren't busy being fucked by your girlfriend's thick fingers.

you tug on her wrist, bringing it out from your waist bands. you turn in her arms, grinning as she sucks her fingers into her mouth. when she removes them with a pop, you surge up to kiss her, chasing your taste on her lips.

"you remember last month? when we split that bottle and you were wearin' your new strap?" you ask against sevika's ear. she grins, and nods. "you think anyone's in our spot?" you ask. sevika giggles, giddy, before dragging you out into the alley behind the last drop, ducking behind the dumpsters.

last month, you'd both been to eager to wait to get home to try her new cock, so you'd found a hidden little nook in the alley to fuck in. today, three people sharing a cigarette loiter in your spot. sevika growls at them and they scatter, then she shoves you against the wall, pushing your shorts down your hips. she rips your shirt off, grinning as your tits are revealed to her, swooping down to bite and suck on them.

"fuck." you moan. "fuck me sev." you whine. she groans against your tits, pulling away with a pop before swiftly backhanding your left breast. you jump and whine, shuddering when she massages your breast in apology. "come on!" you whine. she grins down at you.

"slutty." she admonishes with a smile. you roll your eyes. she smacks your left tit, twirling you around in her grip before you can react. she pushes you against the wall, smashing your face and tits against the cold stone. you shiver. behind you, she rips your tights at the crotch, freeing your pussy and ass. you whimper.

without warning, sevika sinks two fingers inside your cunt. you moan, scrabbling at the wall in front of you for something to hold onto. she starts massaging at your g spot, targeting it expertly, making you scream.

"sev! sev! sev!" you chant out as she fucks you. she slides a third finger into your cunt and you moan. her free hand comes down to smack your ass, hard. you clench on her fingers, and hear her chuckle darkly behind you.

"you're dripping around my fingers, love." she grunts. you whine. "such a good cunt. so warm. so fuckin' soft. so wet for me." she drunkenly rambles. you nod against the wall. "all mine, isn't that right?" she asks.

"all fuckin' yours, honey." you say. she smacks your ass again, and you squeak.

"cum for me, and i'll take you home and make you clean up the mess in my pants." she grunts. you gasp. "got me so worked up, honey, dancing on me like that, fuck." she groans, groping your ass as she pounds her fingers into you. you gasp. "that's it. cum for me. right fuckin' now." sevika demands, smacking your ass again. you cum, clenching around her fingers and screaming. she chuckles happily behind you. "that's it." she whispers. "there you go."

sevika has to give you a piggyback ride home afterwards-- you're too shaky to walk. but she does make good on her promise to make you clean her up. afterwards, as you both catch your breath in bed together and she blindly fumbles for her strap on in the bedside drawer beside her, you decide to buy a handle of tequila for the apartment.

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@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay

[baestruly]

❝she’s so beautiful, and i tell her everyday.❞ bruno mars

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ⋫ 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎 )  jj maybank x insecure!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - talks of insecurity and self doubt if thats a triggering topic for some

authors note - quick head canon

✩  would constantly reassure you that you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, even though you consistently say he only says that to be nice.

✩ he gets mad because of this because he wishes you could see yourself through his eyes. 

✩ would literally make a whole ass list one night if he was late home or something, and leave it on your bed saying all the things he loves about you.

✩ yeah i believe jj’s second love language is words of affirmation.

✩ lots of kisses.

✩ he would kiss all of your insecurities, as if his lips can make it all better and you appreciate him so much for it.

✩ by now, he knows when you’re over thinking because you always fidget with your fingers and pick at the skin around your thumbs when feeling anxious.

✩ whenever that happens he holds your hand. 

✩ literally can sense how overwhelmed you are, and he feels it even more because he hates how you feel like that. 

✩ once again, lots of reassuring and kisses.

✩ ❝what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, baby. tell me everything, let it out, i’m here.❞

✩ oh, and if he catches people making fun of you or your insecurities, he will fight.

✩ ❝jj! just calm down!❞

✩ ❝can’t believe them━━looking at you as if you aren’t the sexiest goddess ever, i’m gonna fuckin’ make them blind so they’ll never look at my pretty girl again, they don’t deserve to admire this.❞

✩ you think it’s so stupid, but you laugh it off with him. 

✩ he’s very touchy, as if you’re fragile. he just wants to make sure you know how much you’re worth.

✩ every time you look in the mirror and he sees you groan in frustration as you pick at the clothes on your body or tears form in your eyes on bad days, he comes up and wraps his arms around you from behind and reminds you how beautiful you are.

✩ he will do this literally right when you wake up.

✩ like, you could be waking up sweetly and suddenly, jj’s already in your face to tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves and appreciates you.

✩ ❝morning, pretty girl.❞

✩ ❝you look so beautiful when you sleep, baby.❞

✩ more kisses.

✩ sometimes there are days when you feel good about yourself, and on those days jj does nothing but hype you up. he’s super encouraging.

✩ but he can also tell when you start to feel insecure again if your mood changes, and he will keep reminding you that you’re amazing and complement little things to hype you up like if he notices you’re wearing new brackets, necklaces, or trying a new hairstyle. 

✩ would definitely be the best photographer. 

✩ well━━maybe not.

✩ ❝oh my god, you look stunning, princess.❞

✩ ❝a dream━━❞

✩ ❝jj! are you even taking the goddamn photo!?❞

✩ ❝oh shit!❞

✩ and when he does, he’s too busy admiring you that the photos are terrible. they’re all blurry and uncentered.

✩ but he still agrees to keep them, unless you beg to delete them ofc🫶🫶

✩ if he’s taking photos on the polaroid camera, he’s totally making a banner of them when you get home.

a/n: remember, every single one of you is beautiful. looking a certain way to be pretty is bullshit, we wouldn’t all look different if that was true. we are all pretty in our own ways and when you’re feeling down, remember there’s someone in the world who would kill to look like you, or have one of your insecurities that you hate that others think are beautiful.

embrace yourself for who you are bae<3 bc you’re hot asf

also request anything! 

masterlist              jj masterlist

[bunnimatsu]

How would the brothers feel about femdom?

gooooddd question anon

let’s find out shall we?

(NSFW under the cut)

osomatsu is kinda meh when it comes to a dominant partner. what i mean by that is that he just wants someone around him and he doesn’t care what the hell he gets lmfao. he’s nearly reaching his thirties, he’ll take what he can get.

with that being said, he’s R E A D Y for you.

when you guys start a scene, he’ll do those moans that you hear in porn (you know the overly exaggerated ones) because he thinks it’s something you’ll like to hear, but you kinda just roll your eyes and go harder.

and that’s where you’ll get him to actually make noise for you.

and my god is it the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard come from a man’s mouth.

i think he prefers you taking him via riding however.

i mean getting ass fucked is great and all but the feeling of your walls tightening around him while you’re on top of him? and then the overstimulation after he’s been milked 2 times but you’re still fucking the lights out of him?

my boy’s addicted to that.

karamatsu likes to pretend he’s some dominant alpha male who takes no shit from anyone but we all know that he’s just a bottom ready to be taken at any given moment.

when you came into his life, he thought he could fool you

but by heaven’s grace was he wrong.

the way he portrayed himself at first was something you chuckle at when you remember it.

he kept lowering his voice around you, touching you, telling you that you were all his….

oh how the tables turned when you looked at him with the most dangerous eyes and smiled all pretty to cover up the glint in your eyes.

“yeah? i’m all yours, karamatsu?”

the way your voice dipped was something that stained his brain forever.

and then you chuckled darkly as you pulled him in by the collar, leaning in close to his ear.

“that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart…..”

let’s just say he ended up really sore the next morning and didn’t look anyone in the eye except yours.

oh please, its choromatsu’s dream! while yes, he’s supposed to be a manly man and a straight one at that….

my boy needs the stress taken off of him.

look, all i’m saying is….

fuck this boy till he cries 🤷‍♀️

he’ll beg, he’ll whimper, he’ll absolutely sob out of desperation for you.

i’m not saying he’d prefer a dominant partner but….he’s not entirely opposed to it

while most of us sees ichimatsu as some dom that does obedience training, i honestly see him as a switch that leans towards sub a little more. but truly, i just think he doesn’t really care what kind of partner you are.

you want it rough? sure.

you want to fuck his ass? go for it.

ichimatsu’s all for it.

on the other hand, i think he’s drawn to dominant women tbh, idk there’s just something so alluring about them that makes his dick hard.

he’s a sadomasochist. (and y’all know how he sounded when he had a fucking flag pole get jabbed into his ass)

jyushimatsu is the most obedient boy you’ll ever meet. the minute you said “i’m gonna take care of you from here on out”, he was all in. he does everything you ask him to.

sometimes he has a touch of disobedience but that’s just to somewhat get of a rise out of you.

but mostly it’s him being your good little puppy.

todomatsu.

need i remind you of my pegging hcs?

no but seriously.

i genuinely think that todomatsu is a bit iffy on having a completely dominant partner. i mean don’t get him wrong, it’s great because he gets mind blowing sex just by talking back at you.

but sometimes it makes him like…feel somewhat ashamed of not being able to ‘be a man’ and all that.

i’m not saying he has toxic masculinity or anything but it’s more so on my personal headcanon of him being like “i’m kinda tired of being seen as someone who can’t fight back”, you know what i mean?

but i think he can adjust to his dominant girlfriend…

besides….

who said you were done pleasing me, [name]?

and that’s that my loves!

hope you enjoyed it, sorry about the vaguness but i really could not think of anything better than this. i still hoped you enjoyed me genuinely answering your question tho!

love you and see you in the next one,

jarvis <3

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

While I was waiting in the waiting room for my electrolysis appointment. I was wondering if I was making Quaritch's character ooc. I hate all ooc. I hope I was realistic when I wrote about him and Reader chan..

So, If I made him pathetic please tell me. Anyway, I wrote some stuff on my google docs app on my phone. I want to add this to some future chapters of Love Thy Enemy.

Random Play Skit.

Yandere! Human Miles Quaritch x Female Mutant Reader.

The Colonel finally revealed his true feelings on why he was constantly on your case. You didn't have a choice. Better not to fight a losing battle. 

Lyle: Yo, Fike. I saw the sexiest girl ever! Right here at the base!”

Quaritch was lifting his weights and ignored Wainfleet’s annoying ass voice. 

Fike: How come I never seen her?

Name walking up to them with papers the Colonel ordered her to finish. 

Lyle: (Points at Name.) That's her!

Fike: Damn, she's fine as fuck.

Quaritch: (Narrows his eyes in annoyance.) That's my girl.

Lyle: Oh, Shit…

Fike: …

Name working on the computer with the Colonel standing next to her chair and leaning over to instruct her. 

Selfridge: (Walks Over.) Hello, Cutie.

Both heads turn to see Selfridge with a stupid grin. Quaritch clenches his jaw and Name looks confused. 

Name: Who are you?

Selfridge: How sweet. You don't know your own boss.

Name looks up  at the Colonel for answers. He looks down at her and nods in affirmation. 

She inwardly groaned. Now what?

Selfridge looks at Quaritch. Then glares in jealousy. The Colonel didn't back down with that look. He accepts the challenge. 

Quaritch wrapped his arm over your shoulders as you two were walking down the hallways towards your new room you shared with him. 

You placed a few fingers against your aching forehead. Why did you come to Pandora?

You should have stayed with your elderly father. He cannot protect you now. You would have never met the lousy men here. 

People were staring at you two when they avoided the looks of the Head of Security. 

The Colonel smirked. He wanted everyone to know you belonged to him. 

The said man looked over to you and smiled sickly. “Let's video chat your dad.”

[honeeslust]

Them (Original Post)

🖤Again I rushed but I had to bang this out before I lost it lol.

🖤Word count approaches 3k

I’m making this one for the anime boys we love to fantasize about. You know the ones who are eternally annoyed with everyone and everything.

The ones who have a bad attitude and who are never scared to speak their mind. The ones who talk a big game because they are 100 percent willing and able to back it up.

I’m talking about the ones who break out those 1k killawatt smiles just before throwing hands.

I'm talking about the ones who always complement their golden hearted counterparts foe/rival/main characters so well because they're the ones who you could easily see flipping that switch if it ever came to it.

Yeah them. They’re the ones.

So that’s this is for you, because if you feign like I do, you believe they would fuck the the way they fight ���🥵🥵

Take your pick 😉

Names: Bakugo, Vegeta, Todo, Baji, Sanemi, Genya, etc.

He tells you he doesn’t feel like going out dancing tonight. He doesn’t really dance and he doesn’t like crowds. It was exactly like him to tell you no and then turn around and surprise you. Sometimes you wondered if he would do so just to see you pouting because as much as hated to admit it, he loved to see the way your face lit up when he would surprise you.

Surely enough, after he picked you up from work he told you he would be taking you home to get ready while he took care of a few things. You begged him to tell you what you were getting ready for. But he was so attuned to you that he easily redirected your focus telling you to start thinking about what you’d wanna wear. He even followed that up by letting the top down and putting on your favorite song so you would sing and dance.

Later that night

You could hardly contain your excitement. You loved how he always found a way to make you smile. His constant attitude towards the rest of the world made him seem like a complete ass and some wondered what you saw in him but you knew your big meanie would let the world burn just to see you smile.

And tonight was the first time you would actually get a glimpse of that.

You got dolled up. Dressing in the outfit you felt the sexiest in. You wanted your outer beauty to reflect how good you were feeling on the inside. But what’s more is that you knew that showing a little (shoulder/cleavage/legs) would definitely make it that much harder to wait until he could get his hands on you.

Your night started perfectly, you had dinner (bar food/fancy restaurant), and after, you took some time to walk through the streets of downtown. He was a gentleman to you, carrying you over puddles and holding your hand whenever you would smile at him. Usually, he wasn’t a fan of PDA but seeing you in the outfit you wore made him a little more handsy, but you didn’t mind the attention. He kept close to your side, seeing how many heads would turn your way when you walked by.

After a while, he checked his watch and told you it was time for him to call an Uber to take you to your next destination.

(Dress or skirt wearers)When your car arrived you slipped inside trying not to expose the secret of not wearing any underwear just yet. You wanted that part to be a surprise for later.

You sat in the car riding in a comfortable silence. You were just so happy to be there with him at that moment.

You smiled to yourself as you watched him. His permanent scowl never wavered as he made sure the driver kept his eyes on the road and not on you. You shook your head laughing to yourself to which of course he asked to be let in on the joke.

You lean on his shoulder and start to trace some of the lines along his beautifully inked bicep. It’s nothing, I just like that you have this thing you do.

You paused to blush as you found it a little silly to still have such girlish tendencies when it came to this sort of thing. His hand moved to your thigh and he squeezed, what is it?

…it’s just, I see how you’re always watching. Everything and everyone. It feels nice. It makes me feel safe, thank you.

To this he scoffed and looked out the window. I’m your man, it’s my job to protect you. You don’t need to thank me for that.

You swooned, feeling the butterflies and kissed his hand and he squeezed your leg again in return.

… You arrived.

Again your heart soared when you saw how he took the time to find a cute little (bar/club/dancehall), as well as gather your (friends,/or not) for you to have the night you wanted.

You told him you just wanted to dance and you did exactly that. You had a few drinks and suddenly the music felt louder and the rhythm moved through you. Your man stood his guard just off to the side watching you move on the dance floor.

It didn’t last long at all though. As soon as the first mouth breather approached you for a dance, your man was on your heels and then in front of you.

She’s with me was all he said and his opponent clearly didn’t appreciate losing out.Sensing the tension you wedged yourself between the two and grabbed for his hands. You placed them on your hips and started to sway the music. You danced like nothing was wrong, hoping to pull his attention back to you, but the intense stare down continued. You reached up and brushed your fingers over the back of his neck as you pushed your ass into his crotch a little more. You tugged at him, begging him to let it go.

Finally you felt his hand squeeze your waist. Said mouthbreather retreated into the sea of people and you continued dancing. He hated to dance but he could move just enough to follow the way you would twirl your hips and arch that ass against him.

He kept that hand splayed perfectly between your hips and his fingertips rested just above your pussy which he didn’t know was bare under your outfit. His bulge gave you a little encouragement to cop a few feels of your own just to watch his cheeks turn red from how much you teased him.

You danced the night away and enjoyed yourself just as he wanted you to. You both headed outside to wait for another Uber to head home for the night. Nothing could ruin how good you felt. It was everything you could’ve wanted and more.

That is until the mouth breather reappeared. As you exited the venue, more and more people were spilling out around you. You overheard his attempts to get a rise out of your man. He talked out the side of his neck making his petty comments as he passed by with his group of Neanderthals.

You both ignored them. Well— you did but he was definitely on edge. You felt all the muscles in his arms growing more and more rigid and automatically, you tucked yourself into the safety of his arms.

Something sunk in your gut and your hair stood on end. You felt the energy shifting and suddenly you were aware of just how many people were around. Your heart started beating so fast that all of the noise around you seemed to grow silent.

The group from earlier had started to move a little differently. You noticed so you knew that he did too.

You took his hand and encouraged him to walk with you and to your relief he obliged. You hoped the men would be satisfied if they thought you both had been scared off.

You walked for a while and he stopped to check his phone. Your Uber had canceled due to you both not being at the pickup location. Annoyed, he clenched his jaw and you saw the way his temples flared. He was still on edge and you were too. But you smiled as you slipped your hand into his, and the warmth making him soften just a little.

He found another, but your tricky location in the city made it so that you had to meet the car closer to where you first started out. As you headed back, you complained of your feet being tired and he lifted you into his arms bridal style making you laugh.

As you neared the venue, a car rolled past and stopped a few feet ahead of you both. You expected him to stop walking but he didn't.

Instead he calmly walked past the idling car and didn’t bother to look in their direction. Your entire body stiffened when you heard one of the car doors open.

Still he carried you as if nothing was wrong. A loud whistle made your stomach drop and your throat instantly went dry.

Aye , I bet you let your bitch shake it for you too huh?

This time he stopped dead in his tracks. He set you down on your feet and touched your face. You didn’t know what was happening but you wanted to keep going until you could get the hell outta there. You stared at him confused as a daunting grimace replaced his scowl. Was he actually happy about this??

I’ll just need a minute, stay here and I’ll be right back. He said, kissing the top of your forehead and turning his back to you.

He walked toward the group of men who were all out of the car at this point. Even though this made you panic, something about the way he looked at you told you that everything would be ok.

He didn’t waste any time talking as he approached them. It all went down so fast because— well, he was fast.

Clearly none of them expected what came next. The way he moved with so much agility and prowess was surely something his opponents hadn’t seen coming.

And you…

Well, you knew he was strong. You knew he could fight. But you had never seen it like this. And you never expected the way it would make you want to jump his bones. When it was all said and done, he charged back toward you and took your hand in his. He was practically dragging you along as he rushed to get away from the scene before any police could show. He turned a corner and pulled you to him.

His intention was to make sure you were ok but your mind was preoccupied with what you had just witnessed. When he went to touch your face and your eye caught the harsh bruising on his knuckles, you took his hand with both of yours and kissed the back of his jagged fist. For the first time you had seen what brutal lengths he would go to to protect you, and this made you feral.

Home

As soon as you entered the door, you latched onto him, desperate to feel his strength. He held you up and kissed your lips as he carried you to the couch.

He laid your body down and sat up to strip out of his tattered shirt revealing a few bruises across his tight abs. You felt like every second this man was not inside of you was agony. He lifted your dress and paused to grope your bare ass in his massive hands. His smile had you pleading for him to fuck you.

He gripped the hem of your dress and tore the fibers away from your body like they were made of paper and again he stopped. If only for a moment to admire the beautiful bundle of writhing flesh that was you, as you so desperately trembled under his hand as he skimmed it down from your neck and between your breasts and finally down to your stomach where he pressed down giving him the reaction he wanted.

Your body screamed at the grin he gave you in return. It he same boastful grin you saw before his fight and this left you clinging to him as he lined himself up with the slick heat between your legs and he held you there. So much anticipation could’ve killed you from how bad you wanted this man.

His cock pulsed against your overflowing wetness and he whispered to you “tell me who’s pussy this is”

“Yours daddy. It’s all yours” you breathed.,

“Yea…” he whispered before pressing a sloppy wet kiss you your lips

“Mmm—-.” You moaned as he pushed inside you so slow that you creamed around him.

“Yea-h” he shuddered as he felt your walls warming his stiff cock in a tight hug.

As he began to move you saw it again. The melee and the madness was seared into your mind and you wanted him more. You wanted to taste that power that pulsed through his veins. You wanted him to pour all of that unused energy into fucking your absolute brains out.

And he did exactly that. Every thrust matched the image that played in your head over and over again. His fist slamming into the man's face over and over again. The blood. The brutality. You wanted it all.

Your face was so beautiful scrunched up from how good you felt You looked so pretty that he had to fight to hold on. All that strength he possessed and he was weak from one look into your eyes.

You called out his name and wrapped your legs tight around him. His hands clung to your hips as he pumped into you.

He made you come once grabbing your tits and pinching your nipples while he rocked into you. your nails drawing angry red lines down his back..

…and again when he had your arms pinned behind your back and his cock forced one of the wettest and stickiest climaxes out of you.

…and then at last when he folded your legs back and slurped the honey from your trembling battered cunt before sinking back inside you even deeper than before. He held your legs back with one hand and palmed your entire sex with the other.

This time he worked slowly as he neared his own release. His hand rested precisely where it needed to be. His thumb worked little strokes over your clit and his fingers pressed down right above where his tip would protrude every time that thick cock found it’s way back to the depths of your soul.

The build was slower but sweeter. Your body tensed as you felt him swelling inside and he asked you again who’s pussy is this baby?

You couldn’t even think, let alone make words but he needed to hear you say it.

Look at me baby! He said it so softly that you couldn’t believe his voice could be that soothing. Your eyes opened lazy and slow and you watched the sensual flexing of every muscle along his hips as he fucked you deeper.

Again he pressed down and asked who’s is it, let hear how good this dick makes you feel, pretty baby, cmon? He said working your clit a little more and pressing that spot just right.

You cried. Yours, it's all yours. You said as actual tears streamed down your face and your pussy rained wet all over him. You held him inside and tensed over and over again, soaking him as you milked his healthy cock for all it was worth while he praised and appreciated how good you came all over his dick.

At the end of it all you were shattered but in the best way.

You woke up in your bed to him cleaning you with a warm towel. He followed with your (bonnet/removing hair pins/jewelry/etc), and even brought your (makeup wipes/breathing machine/sound machine/whatever I’m tired lol), before spooning his body behind you and letting you tuck yourself underneath him. And you both drifted off.

@callm3senpaii is where I got the idea for this pick your player style fic. I hope you enjoyed.

From the The honey pot 🍯

[twigg96]

C and S on the fluff alphabet for Pickles? :))

Hello anon!! I'm so sorry for the slight delay in posting this! I will happily do C & S for Pickles the Drummer :) If anyone else would like to choose another letter or character the Fluffy Alphabet is here!!

C - Cute (Cuddles, Handholding, Sweet Touches, Caresses, Sneaky Moves)

Pickles is a very tactile person. He is always looking for an excuse to hold his partner’s hand. Whether that is while the two of them are out walking around, sitting on the couch, at the table, or just standing around. He will hook his pinkie finger around his partner's own any time any place just for the hell of it. When cuddles aren't always as accessible for him Pickles withers and dies in the relationship. Not physically, but he whines a lot when he goes untouched for too long. He will do his best to respect his partner's personal boundaries and if that includes a limit of PDA he will respect that. HOWEVER. In the privacy of their own room he will become an animal that is unleashed. Latching onto this partner he will refuse to let go until they must face the day again.

If his partner is ok with it his arm is firmly planted around his partner's shoulder's, and waist whenever he physically can reach them. He holds them close to his body, circling the skin under their shirt with his thumb.

When emotions run high and he and his partner fight, he is always the first to brush away his partner's tears with the back of his hand. No matter how angry or upset the pair becomes. No matter what words are said he always is the first to apologize.

Pickles is not the man of subtly at all. If he wants some sex he lets his partner know. LOL. His hand that once rested so daintily on their back will move to their ass and give it a not so dignified squeeze. If his arm rests on their shoulders his hand may just slide down the front of their shirt to toy with a nipple or chest while he sucks black and blue hickies into their neck. S- Smooches (Who gave the first kiss? When do they kiss their partner? How often do they kiss their partner?)

Pickles was absolutely the first to kiss his partner. He didn't even drink all that much before hand. Was it a spur of the moment thing? Absolutely. Boy definitely kissed his partner after an amazing concert that they went to see together. Pickles gets real riled up over music. So when he heard the most bad ass rifts along with the sexiest drum solo in a love song he just couldn't help himself from pressing his lips to his partner's. Staring at his partner with wide eyes he waited for a reaction. When they pressed their lips against his again he knew it was meant to be. After that first night Pickles tried to find any reason to kiss his partner. At first it was difficult. A kiss hello. A kiss goodbye. Maybe if he was lucky his partner would peck him on the lips or cheek. But then he found out that if his partner pursed their lips when they thought he wanted to kiss them. So he did... that turned into biting their bottom lip every time they stuck it out at him which would inevitably turn into a heavy and heated make out session.

When they first got together and they got over their initial shyness. Their lips would be cracked and bleeding from the amount of time they spent making out. It actually bothered Skwisgaar how often they went at it on the couch... which said a lot tbh. But over the years they learned to tone it down not only for their own health and comfort but others as well.

[shedoessoshedoes]

nobody loves me like you love me

Hi hello and welcome to me trying to write about a new ship in a new fandom 😱😱😱😱😱 it's really scary guys. This one's for Book Lovers by Emily Henry because I'm a slut for Charlie Lastra and for engagements. I hope you like it :) Tell me if you do!

wc: 2,753

tw: nsfw

tagging: no one yet bc idk who likes these books eep 🫣

The party’s almost over when Charlie pulls me aside. It was a raging success, celebrating the release of Frigid, Tala’s birthday, and Goode Books’s upswing all at once. Charlie and I flew into Asheville two days ago and are staying for another three; even though our lives are planted firmly in New York, our family is here, in Sunshine Falls, and there’s only so long I can go without seeing Libby, Brendan, and the girls and Charlie can go without seeing his parents. It’s still strange to wake up in a New York that Libby does not inhabit, but the transition was easier than I anticipated. My new job at Loggia helped, distracting me with a heap of manuscripts and a learning curve even a shark struggled to keep up with. When Charlie came back, he helped me, too, holding me when I’d break down after a call with Libby left me feeling a little too empty, taking me to get Thai when I felt like I had no one left for me in the city, and reminding me every day in that Charlie Lastra way of his that it was okay to make choices that are the best for me, not just best for everyone else. “Stephens,” he told me  frequently, “you don’t compromise on anything else. You negotiated this ending for yourself. Enjoy it.” 

I look over to him now, our hands intertwined as we wander through the meadow behind the cabin, where we’re staying for this trip (Charlie graduated from his racecar bed and although we love Libby’s Number Three, neither of us were interested in being up all night with the baby at her house) his capsule wardrobe looking as perfectly polished as ever, even in the June heat. He catches me looking and smiles the smile I love the most, the one that tells me he has a secret tucked up into the corner. “What?” he asks. 

“You know that these shoes aren’t made to go frolicking through a field, Charlie.” I tell him. “I’m planning a way to extract revenge.”

“Stephens, if you feel the same way at the end of this frolic, I’ll let you extract whatever revenge you’d like.” 

I mock gasp. “You’d let me publish Bigfoot erotica under your name?” 

He laughs, shakes his head, and looks over to me. “Yes, Nora Stephens. If you still hate me for taking you on this frolic by the time its over, I’ll let you publish whatever erotica you want. 

“You’re just saying that because Bigfoot secretly gets you off, aren’t you?” 

“Of course,” he tells me with mock seriousness. “There’s nothing sexier than Bigfoot and his big—” 

I slap my hand over his mouth as he laughs. “Don’t you finish that sentence, Charlie Lastra. You’ll damage my ego. I’m supposed to be the sexiest one in your life.” 

His eyes soften, and he does look serious now. “You are, Nora. You’re the most everything in my life.” 

I look away, fighting back tears. It turns out, after a decade of never crying, it’s hard to turn the waterworks off. I get emotional at everything now, from animal commercials (fucking stop laughing, Charlie, the cats are being abused), to the endings of new books (I still love the ones with realistic endings the best, but now I understand why Libby and Mom found them so hard to read), to Charlie Lastra making comments about Bigfoot erotica that somehow feel like so much more. 

We come up to the cabin and Charlie pulls me up to stand on the porch. “Do you remember the first time you saw me in this town? How much you hated me?” 

I laugh, nodding. “I didn’t believe it was actually you at first. I was convinced there must be some Charlie Lastra doppelganger, here to make my life miserable. I didn’t believe you would ever come here willingly.” 

“To be fair, I didn’t come here willingly. I was held against my will and without takeout for months, Nora.” 

I roll my eyes at him. “You know you would drop everything for your family the second they need something again.” 

He hums in agreement. “I think about those first few weeks we were here sometimes. How lucky we are that we ended up in the same room at the same time. How lucky we are that our families love us enough to let us negotiate a happy ending.” 

I understand, suddenly, what is about to happen. The breath punches out of me, and even though I knew this was coming, know what I’m going to say (even if I have to figure out a way to return the ring if it’s horrifyingly ugly), I’m suddenly so nervous that I start to shake. “Charlie,” I whisper. 

He smiles at me. “Nora,” he whispers right back. “Good?” he asks. 

“I think so,” I tell him, voice, body, soul trembling. 

“Good,” he tells me. “Ready?” 

I nod, the words already failing me. Feelings like this cannot be categorized. They cannot be put into boxes. Feelings like this balloon out and over every part of me until I’m consumed, until I feel them from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. 

“You’re perfect for me, Stephens,” he starts. “I think you already know that, but I want to tell you again. I love your nightmare brain. I love your nightmare body. I love your impractical shoes and your fancy underwear and your hour-long skincare routine.” 

“That skincare routine brings me a lot of joy,” I tell him through the tears that are already starting to fall. 

“I know. That’s why I love it. I love all the things you do to bring yourself joy. You spent so much of your life making sure everyone else was happy, Nora, and I’m so fucking proud that you’re able to make decisions now that make you happy. I love that I make you happy. I love your Peloton, and the bodega we go to every Saturday to get bagels, and I love that you wouldn’t leave New York for anything. 

“I love that I’m the only one that understands that you’re harsh because you care. I love that I can tell you things in my horrible, sarcastic way, and you’ll understand exactly what I mean. I love our apartment, and I love being in it with you every day. I love sitting next to you and neither of us talking, because we’re working, or reading, or just being, because we understand each other well enough to know that sometimes less words are more powerful than more.

“But mostly, Nora, I just love you. And I really would like to spend the rest of my life with you. I might want it even more than I want to move out of my racecar bed into Libby’s guest room.” 

“I knew you were just using me for my connections,” I say. He tilts one corner of his mouth up and gets down on one knee. 

“Charlie,” I gasp out, incapable of anything else, as he pulls out a small box. 

“I love you so much I even know that you want to pick out your own ring. So forgive me for offering you an empty box, but please, Nora Stephens, marry me. Let me spend the rest of my life contributing to our DINK lifestyle. Let me be easy for you in the best way possible. Marry me, Nora.” 

I crash to the floor onto my knees so we’re at the same height, cradle his face in my hands, and laugh through my tears. “Yes.” I tell him. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” 

“Yes?” he asks, as though he can’t quite believe this is real. 

“Yes,” I say to him again. “Yes, I love you, thank you for not making me wear an ugly piece of jewelry, yes, yes, yes.” I pull him to me, kissing him, but we’re both laughing too hard to kiss properly, so it’s more of us smiling against each other, foreheads pressed together, every piece of our bodies fitting together. 

Charlie pulls me on top of him so he’s laying on the porch. “Thank God you said yes. I still had a niggling worry that you were going to leave me for Shepherd.” 

“Charlie Lastra!” I exclaim. “How dare you think for a second that I would pick the hot small town farmer over the overworked city executive who has no life because, and I quote, ‘There’s always something too good to read.’” 

He rolls us so I’m laying underneath him. “Well, when you put it that way…” He kisses me again, long and slow and deep, and fuck, I’m so gone for this man. 

I break away, laughing. “Holy shit. We’re going to get married.” 

“I know,” he says, smiling wickedly. “How early is too early to start telling people my wife is a hot, kick-ass editor whose books crack the New York Times bestselling list every time they release?” 

“Mmm, you can brag about me anytime you’d like.” I reach up to kiss him, twining my fingers through his hair. “Mr. Lastra-Stephens.” He nearly chokes, and I pull back, searching his eyes. “Sorry, I know we haven’t talked about names, but–” 

“Shut the fuck up. Of fucking course I’m going to take your name. Fuck the patriarchy and all that. It’s just–” he rolls his hips into mine and I groan. “Really fucking hot to hear you talk like that. Excuse me for reacting.” He kisses my forehead, my cheek, my neck, and then looks back up at me. “Mrs. Lastra-Stephens. Or Stephens-Lastra. Whichever. Whatever. I don’t fucking care.” 

“Lastra-Stephens,” I decide. “It’s alphabetical.” 

He groans. “You really are my perfect woman.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t get me a ring.” I tell him as he rolls off of me so I’m pressed up against his side, my head resting on his shoulder. We’re still on the porch.

He looks down at me, quizzical. “Did you want me to?” 

“No.  I just thought,” I shrug. “You’d think it was weird I wanted to pick it out myself.” 

“Nora. You forget how well I know you. You forget how similar we are. I would want to pick out a piece of jewelry I’m going to wear for the rest of my life, too.” He kisses my hair. “But for the record, I would’ve picked a really good ring.” 

“Oh, yeah? What would it have looked like?” 

“Expensive. Classic. Hot. I’d just find one that reminds me of you, honestly.” 

I laugh, press a kiss to his shoulder. “I’ll let you have input when we pick one in the city, then.” 

“Good.” He leans down to kiss me, then, and this time, there’s more intention behind it. His tongue brushes against mine, and then I’m on top of him, pressing him back into the porch.

He sits me up, still kissing me, and then breaks away to press his forehead to mine. “No offense Stephens, but I’m not having hot engagement sex with you on my parents’ cabin’s front porch.” 

I laugh, climb off of him, and pull him up. “So hot engagement sex is on the table inside?” 

He gives me one of his Charlie looks then, one that tells me that obviously hot engagement sex is on the table inside. He unlocks the door as I press kisses down his neck. “Nora.” 

I smirk. “Charlie.” 

He has me up against the door the second it closes behind us, and then I’m tugging him upstairs. We tumble onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, Charlie on top and me underneath. He kisses me hard, presses me into the mattress, pulls my shirt up and tugs my pants off. When he stands up to take his own clothes off, I sit up on my elbows, looking at him. 

“What, Stephens? Regretting your decision already?” 

“You are,” I say, “ridiculously hot.” 

The corner of his mouth ticks up. “I love you too, Nora.” 

Then he’s on top of me again, taking off my underwear, pressing his mouth to me, making me gasp and arch underneath him until I’m coming. He crawls back up me so we’re face to face. “Good?” he asks. I nod. “Keep going?” I nod again, and then he’s pressing inside of me, gasping, until we’re pressed together as tightly as we can be. 

“Fuck, Nora,” Charlie rasps, dropping his head to my shoulder. “We get to do this forever.” 

“I know,” I tell him, flipping us so I’m on top. “Aren’t you glad you got such a good catch?”

“Jesus–fuck–I just can’t believe all my wildest fantasies came true.” 

I hum in agreement and start to move, my stomach already tightening with the anticipation of what’s to come. He only lets me stay in control for a minute, and then rolls me back over to fuck into me slow and deep. I moan, and then I’m coming, clenching down around him, and I can feel him come, too. We stay locked together for what feels like hours before he pulls out and tugs me into his side. 

“Hi,” I say, looking up at him. 

“Hi,” he says back. “Mrs. Lastra-Stephens.” 

I groan. “Fuck, you’re right, that is really attractive.” 

He laughs. “I know, right? It’s almost like it brings out the inner Bigfoot-esque possessiveness we all hold within us.” 

I shove at him, rolling away as I cackle. “You did not just bring Bigfoot into sex.” 

He pulls me back, kissing my left ring finger and then pressing a kiss to my lips. “Of course I did, Nora. Bigfoot is what got us into all of this in the first place.” 

I laugh, thinking of those first texts in Sunshine Falls, of everything that came after it. 

“Did our frolic end well enough for you to convince you not to publish Bigfoot erotica under my name?” 

“Mmm, I don’t know.” I roll to lay on top of him. “Getting engaged to the love of one’s life isn’t quite a momentous enough occasion for me.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Mmhmm.” 

“What if the love of one’s life did this?” He presses a finger into me, right where I need him, and I groan. 

“One might be able to be persuaded.” 

He keeps going, then, until I’m gasping and begging and telling him that of course I won’t publish anything under his name, and then he’s back inside of me, moving until we both tumble over the edge. 

Afterward, we sit on the bed and plan our wedding. We’ll have it in the city, and I already know how I’ll ask them to rearrange Freeman’s Books so we can have our ceremony there, amongst the books that kept me alive, the books that brought us together. We’ll go to our favorite restaurant afterwards, and drink and eat and dance all night. We’ll only invite our immediate family; who else do we need besides Libby and Brendan, Sally and Clint and Carina? I’ll wear a simple dress: long, white, and in Charlie’s words, really fucking hot. He’ll wear the suit that’s already a part of his wardrobe. God forbid he buy new clothes to only wear them once. Our rings will be gold, and they won’t be flashy. Neither of us are trying to prove how much we love each other or how rich we are with these rings. After, we’ll go back to our perfect apartment, and have romantic, dreamy, slow sex. We’ll wake up each morning after that belonging to each other a little more than we did the day before, intertwining our lives until we’re able to live our ending forever. There will never be kids, but there might be a cat. There will always be fights, and there will always be peace after that. There will be love and trust and respect, and I’ve never been so grateful for this man sitting beside me than I do in that moment. 

“I love you,” I tell him for what must be the tenth time tonight, as we’re starting to fall asleep.  

He tugs me into a hug. “I don’t think we could have written a better ending.” 

“No,” I agree, “we couldn’t have. It’s too real to be written.” 

Charlie hums in agreement, and we fall asleep like that, my head on his shoulder, one of his legs in between mine, my hand on his chest, his hand covering mine. It’s perfect. It’s better than anything I could have thought up. 

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Yay!! thank you so much for reading! Likes, reblogs, and comments and constrictive criticism is always welcome. My asks are open: let me know what you want me to write!!

[apollo-the-frog]

im just gonna make a list of my favorite rwrb quotes

(sorry for any mistakes)

"you decided to put your dick into the heir to the british throne" zahra says, as she is actively pegging the equerry to the heir to the british throne

"HRH PRICE DICKHEAD💩"

to alex from henry

("is alex claremont diaz going to be a father?" news) 

to alex

"but we were ever so careful dear"

The turkey /cornbread knows my sins, 

Henry 

-alex

(I totaly... Privately called that)

-nora abt henry kissing alex

(I have no idea what a maypole is... Are they known for their homosexual tendencies?)-alex

"Who says make love anymore? Are we gonna like... Listen to Lana del Rey while we do it?) -alex

"everytime I see you it takes another year off of my life" -zahra after she sees henry in alexs closet 

[ALEX READING ONE LAST STOP]

"it's like there's a rope attached to my chest and its pulling me towards you"

-alex on the dock with henry

"if you want me to leave you'll have to tell me to leave"-alex at the palace after henry ghosted him

(WHEN THEY WRITE THE HISTORY OF MY LIFE I WANT IT TO INCLUDE YOU. And my LOVE FOR YOU!!)

-alex (i think) at the museum at night

"HISTORY, HUH? 

BET WE COULD MAKE SOME"

-alex at the museum at night

(and I'm not gonna get any work done until you let these lovesick homosexuals on the phone with one another) -zahra on the phone to shaan after email leaks (the lovesick homosexuals are alex and henry)

"the phrase 'see attached bibliography' is the single sexiest thing youve ever writen to me"-henry (i think) in emails

"Sugar, I cannot express to you how much the press does not give a fuck about who started what," Ellen says. "As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn't your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term."-ellen claremont, after the cake incident 

“You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.”-alex, after email leaks

HRH Prince Dickhead @

You are the thistle in the tender

and sensitive arse crack of my life.

Text from Alex:

yo there’s a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe?

Text from Henry HRH Prince Dickhead:

I BEG YOU TO NOT

A: "You are gonna go be, like, five hundred feet away from me for the rest of the night, or else I am going to do something that I will deeply regret in front of a lot of very important people."

-after alex and henry make out in the red room

"O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin

dimples are mean to him."-henry in emails writing a story abt them to alex

"Christ, you're as thick as it gets," he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him.

“I don’t give a damn what Joanne has to say, Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long, and I won’t hear a word against it.”-(henry i think) in texts

"The next slide is titled: EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?"

-ellen claremont, the powerpoint presentation 

"Sometimes you just jump and hope it's not a  cliff."(idk who said that but i think henry)

"Wait. Zahra. Oh my God. I just realized. You're... my friend." "No, I'm not." "Zahra, you're my mean friend." "Am not."-alex (idk when)

"I've been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Phillip."-henry, with the queen

"Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit, says the voice of the President of the United States, muffled in the bed. "It had better be forever. Be safe"-ellen claremont, on voicemail 

oh shit i forgot the agenst the walls one sorry 😢

if you know the page # or character/time mistakes put in tags :)

[noblebs]

💬?

thank you! 🖤

I think I've shared a couple lines here and there of these scenes.... but in the interest of forcing positivity upon myself, I like them both a lot so I'll share both lol

from chapter 3 of EWT:

Orion remembers seeing photos when the story broke: grainy opportunistic action shots sandwiched by columns of text reporting the monstrous operative of a heretofore poorly understood government agency crashing a diplomatic convention. The most prominent and well-distributed of the photos was of the agent himself, a dark, broad figure towering over everyone else in the shot. It's the low angle and the camera's zoom, she always thought, that lent him such an imposing height. As it turns out, there couldn't be a camera operator in the world who could make a demon standing 8 feet tall with arching horns to top it off less imposing. He squeezes through his own front door like a grizzly bear trying to use a dog door. The harsh sunlight gleams on his skin—is it skin, or is it actually the obsidian it looks like? A wife beater stretches across his deep chest, probably the largest manufactured size but still decidedly too small, a sliver of beer belly bulging above his waistband. Orion fights to keep too wide a smile from splitting his face. "Good afternoon," he all but purrs, "I'm Orion. Do you have a minute?" Devilant crosses his arms and considers him; his eyes burn bright orange like the embers of a dying fire. "Whatever you're sellin', I ain't buyin'." Orion smiles coyly. "If I had something to sell, I doubt you could afford it. I work with Annex, and—" "Oh. Piss off, then." He interrupts her with a dismissive wave of his hand and turns back to the door. It bangs shut behind him, the wood rattling in the frame. Not the first time it's endured such treatment. She lunges forward and skips one of the two steps onto the porch, twisting the door handle before it can get locked in her face and throwing it open. "Hey," Devilant grumbles, sounding more bewildered than angry. "Get the hell out of my house."

from chapter 4:

"No." Madrigal snorts, her nose wrinkling, and shakes her head. "That's not what I mean. I meant...this." She lifts her hand toward his neck. He flinches back. "Wait, don't—" "It's okay. I think I understand." Her fingertips skate beneath Orion's jaw, following the upper edge where teeth break ragged through the skin of his throat. Her thumb presses against his larynx, a featherlight touch that crushes the breath out of his lungs. No one risks touching his teeth. But she is cautious like they are fragile, not dangerous. "I might not look it, but I know what it is to be lonely like this. One of a kind isn't all it's cracked up to be." Orion's appetite swells once more with such a ferocity she barely keeps a grip on her impulses. Madrigal looks at her with such intense honesty; her hands are so confident. This was what she sensed, the hound in her blood catching a scent, even from more than fifty feet away. She wants to sink her teeth deep into that expression on Madrigal's face and never let her go. Madrigal smiles—must feel the accelerated pulse kicking up under her fingers—and lets her hand slip away. "Finish your wine. It's the least you can do after making me pay for it." Orion takes a deep breath, still unsteady and distracted by the tension winding up inside her chest, but manages to smirk and dutifully take a sip. She lights a cigarette just to give her other hand something to hold: a tether to the here and now, a leash to draw her back from swallowing Madrigal whole in public. "I don't recall making you do anything. You came over here begging for a reason to talk to me." "Begging?" Madrigal straightens her posture and frowns severely. "I wouldn't be caught dead. I took pity on you." Orion scoffs. "Your pity put you out seventeen dollars for one glass, so I hope it was worth it." "Oh, I think it will be."

(shout-out to @anarchistserum for providing me the world's sexiest senior citizen, strictly speaking Devilant is her character but I got shared custody)

[pokesmashorpokepass]

Gen II, Complete!

That's right everyone! We successfully made it through our Kantonian friends and their variants!

As such, allow me to begin the listing of this generations...

Sultans of Smash!

(Which is just a fancy way of saying they got more "Smash" than "Pass" votes)

So with that said, let's see who made the cut! Our Smashables are (under the Read More because, even if this is a bit shorter than the last one, holy fuck we're gonna be here a while):

Similar to Gen I, we start our list with the Kanto grass starter, Meganium! Reaching a 51.3% Smash vote, I guess people do indeed like that herb.

Hold on to your hats, everyone, because we've already got someone raking in The Big Numbers! That's right, Typhlosion has really pulled out some big wins. At a 66.4% Smash rating for Kantonian Typhlosion, we can easily see people like it hot. But that pales in comparison to their Hisuian cousin, who has managed to hit an overwhelmingly high vote of 82.5% (our highest percent so far)! I don't even have an attempt at a snappy quip for that one, that's just straight impressive.

Of course, we can't forget our reptilian, water-typed friend here. Yes, Feraligatr has made it to the list with a 54.2% Smash vote!

Now don't be shocked by this next one folk, though considering their typing I'm sure that'll be hard. Ampharos, that strange mix of a sheared sheep and a lighthouse, has been voted 58.2% smashable in Standard form! But much like Typhlosion, a change in form jumps that number way up, with Mega Ampharos hitting an impressive 70.3% Smash rating! Guess that luxurious hair really does add something...

Hey look at that, further proof the Eeveelutions just have that certain something to them. That's right, it's Espeon with a solid 60.3% Smash rating! You don't need ESP to see how popular they are with that kind of number.

And of course, we can't forget that dark-typed partner of Espeon, Umbreon! With a pretty good 59.3% rating, it seems Umbreon is right there with their fellow Gen II Eeveelution in the fields of smashing. But honestly, this is as it should be, Umbreon and Espeon are one of the classic "Do Not Separate" PokePairs.

Do you like big bugs, and you cannot lie? Because according to Scizor's polls, some of y'all certainly do! With a 59.7% for Standard Form and a nice, whole 57% for Mega Scizor, it seems this Pokemon's big meaty claws are good for more than just fighting! (...Yes I'm aware what I'm referencing there is coming from a cartoon crab not a cartoon bug but uh, consider: I don't care I think it's funny anyways.)

This one's yet another strange one, Houndoom has been voted 55% smashable... As Mega Houndoom. But sadly for Standard Houndoom, they juuuust lost out at a frustratingly close 49.6% Smash rating! But, this loyal hellhound made it in some capacity, so congratulations are still in order!

Here's a kind of crass one for y'all: what do FGO's depiction of famed Japanese general Minamoto no Raikou and the Legendary Pokemon Raikou have in common? If your answer is "Both are considered smashable", then congrats, you've nailed it! (Well, you've nailed the quiz, not either of the Raikous.) Yes, The Legendary Beast Of Lighting Raikou has made the list with a 55.6% Smash rating. I suppose they've made their way into people's hearts like a bolt from the blue!

Now I'm sure y'all weren't expecting just one member of the Legendary Beast Trio to make it into the Sultans of Smash, and you'd be correct. Entei has also made it in with a fine 63.2% smash rating! The blazing passion many feel for this emperor of flames cannot be denied, it seems!

And last but certainly not least of the Legendary Beasts, like a howling gale Suicune cuts their way into the Sultans of Smash with an impressive 72.2% Smash rating (and a very ringing endorsement of being the "sexiest motherfucker on the ocean" according to one tumblr user)! The North Wind they herald may be cold, but the feelings of Suicune's fans are some of the hottest we've got, it seems.

Seems this next one destroys more than just mountainsides, because Tyranitar has been voted Smashable both in Standard form (59.2%) and in Mega Evolution (51.8%)! Shame it takes so damn long to get Tyranitar, how is anyone supposed to smash when they're so far away?!

But at any rate, capping off this listing of the Sultans of Smash, we have everyone's favorite bird... dragon... leviathan beast thing, Lugia! Ranking at a damn good 68.5%, Lugia's not just a master of the Legendary Bird Trio, but a master of Smashing it seems! ...Probably helps that the Pokemon 2000 movie has Lugia talking. Passing the Harkness Test is a lot easier when you have words!

And with that, we have concluded the Gen II Who's Who of Smashing! This brings us to a total of 43 Sultans of Smash! Be sure to keep your eyes peeled for Gen III's list!