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teddyeyeseddie · 9 months

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Pay Attention To Me

eddie munson x reader

warnings: minors dni, smut, p in v, c*ck warming, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: I got baked out of my mind and this was born, if I had to write it you have to read it. enjoy babes xx

It starts out innocent, the want of being close to Eddie burning deep inside you. You’d pull up a chair and sit beside him at his desk, foot hooking with his under the table.

Then you scooted closer, head laying on his shoulder while he slaved over his campaign. You would let out soft hums in hopes he would pay at least a little bit of attention to you. He doesn’t.

“Honey,” you whine, nuzzling into the mess of curls gathered at his shoulder.

“Busy, baby,” he responds, eyes never leaving the pages of the notebook in front of him.

“Want you though,” you whimper, getting up from your spot and snaking your hand over his chest. He sighs at your words, pencil getting thrown to the wayside as he turns in his chair, spreading his legs and looking up at you with the look he always has when he’s irritated.

“Don’t care, I’m busy darling,” his legs are still spread, dark eyes boring into yours as you sway back and forth.

“Can I jus’ suck you off?” you bat your eyelashes at him, silently begging him for something, anything.

He rolls his eyes, popping the button of his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock is half hard, Eddie giving it a few tugs as you walk towards him. You’re about to sink to your knees but Eddie stops you.

“Uh uh- sit,” he says as he motions towards his cock.

You quirk your eyebrows, confused as he directs you.

“I said- Sit,” he spits in the palm of his hand, stroking his cock as you hover over him. He guides the tip to your hole, you finally sinking down once he pushes in.

It burns so good, the ache of accommodating him causing the coil in your belly to tighten. You begin to bounce but Eddie's grip on your hip is harsh and tight.

“Didn’t say you could ride me,” he bites as he turns back towards his campaign, picking up his pen and getting back to work as if he isn't balls deep inside of you right now.

“E-eds please,” you finally whine after 5 minutes of what felt like agonizing torture. Eddie’s cock was so perfect inside you, it rubbed at the right spot deducing you to a squirmy needy mess.

“If you keep still, I’ll fuck you into the matress, yeah? Be a good girl and I’ll take such good care of you,” he whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss below your ear as he continues the task at hand.

5 more minutes pass, Eddie finally closing his notebook and guiding his hand to your hip.

“Want to ride me? Or do you want me to take care of you?”

You merely nuzzle into his neck, silently giving him your answer. He chuckles and hoists you off of his cock, leading you to the bed.

He pulls you to the edge, lifting your legs up and pushing them against your body before he thrusts back inside.

“Fuck- so impatient aren’t you?”

You nod dumbly, boobs bouncing as he punches into you with each thrust.

“Made yourself a mess on my cock while I was just trying to plan a campaign?”

“M’ sorry honey, just needed you,” He thrusts, picking up pace, balls slapping against your ass.

“Yeah, so needy you just had to sit on my cock, huh?” you're a mess underneath him, writhing and moaning as he drills into you.

“Fuck- you feel so good angel. Pretty sure If I die and go to heaven, I’d just end up between your legs,”

“Eddie- Eds- fuck m’ so close,” he pulls out at your words, flipping you over in order to fuck you from behind. Your hand snakes to your clit, rubbing at it as he thrusts into you deeply.

“Come for me, honey. Come on my cock, I’ll come inside, give you whatcha want,” he pins your hands behind your back, setting a rough pace.

“F-fuck E-ed,” Eddie released your hands, knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets and ride through your orgasm, you feel Eddie pick up his brutal pace, his thrusts becoming erratic as your orgasm continues.

“Gonna fill you up now m’kay?” you nod, cheek pressed into the pillow as you let out soft whimpers at his relentless pace.

His hips stutter and finally he’s coming. It’s so much, dripping out of you and down his balls. He pulls out once he has emptied himself inside of you.

It drips out at a steady pace, his sheets being painted by his come mixed with yours.

You collapse down onto the bed, turning onto your side in order to let Eddie settle in beside you. He gathers you closely, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

He gets up from his place on the bed after a few minutes, returning with a warm cloth. He spreads your legs audibly moaning at the sight of your pussy painted with the evidence of him.

He wipes you up, being as gentle as he can. You suck in a breath through your teeth when the rough cloth drags over your clit.

“M sorry honey, almost done, kay?”

He pressed a kiss above your clit, causing you to giggle.

“Love you,"

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nicoline1998enilocin · 10 months

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Could you do an imagine with Steve rogers and yn where he takes her virginity smooth talk to her into it and she comes to shield quarters to drop off some stuff he left over and she over hears him talking to tony,Buck & the avengers a both the bet they made that Steve couldn’t f*ck yn and she gets heartbroken and uses her superpowers to fight against Steve when she barges in. Like throw him into a wall. I hope you get my concept (btw yn has powers also & she’s new to the shield inc as an avenger)

Betrayed

PAIRING | Steve Rogers x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.7K

SUMMARY | You're the latest addition to the Avengers, and Steve takes on a bet behind your back that he wouldn't be able to take your virginity. When you find out about the bet a few weeks later, you lose it and your superpowers rise to their full potential.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Steve being an asshole, swearing, smut [ loss of virginity, fingering, protected sex, massage turned to sex, light spanking ]

A/N | Hi nonnie, thank you so much for my very first request, I hope this is what you were looking for when you thought of the prompt! After all the love and many people requesting a part 2, I finally caved and you can find that right here! 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist

It has been a dream of yours ever since being recruited by SHIELD as an agent, to climb the ranks to becoming part of the Avengers. That dream finally became a reality and you were ecstatic when you found out you were accepted into the Avengers program. Right from the start all of the Avengers welcomed you with open arms, and you felt at home immediately, maybe a bit too much if you look back at it. During one of Tony's afterparties, you accidentally let it slip that you're still a virgin and that you wish you weren't anymore. There are some strange looks shared between some of the guys at your confession, but you decided to let it go at that time. Right now, however, you wish you hadn't.

After you went to bed that night, some of the guys got into a heated discussion about the fact that you're a virgin, and they all wanted to help you out. You know you're quite attractive - nothing over the top, but you take good care of yourself and it shows - so the fact that they all wanted to sleep with you wasn't much of a surprise. The fact that it was Steve who offered to do it first, did surprise every single one of the guys. ''No way you're taking her virginity, Cap. You have the sex appeal of a piece of grass,'' Clint remarked, which earned him a glare that wasn't all that nice. ''I think we should make a bet,'' Steve said, a mischievous look in his eyes.

''I want to make a bet if I can do it or not. If I win, I won't have to go on missions for a month. If you guys win, I will take one mission of your hands of your choice, each,'' Steve offered and they immediately agreed to these terms. And that is how Steve tried to talk you into his bed, which took more effort than he had anticipated, you weren't as easy as you made yourself sound that night. It took him a little over 5 months, but eventually, his hard work and patience paid off, for him at least.

~ 5 months later ~

You just went on a gruesome mission with all of the Avengers, and it was already late so instead of flying home now, all of you went to a hotel and spend the night. You had been incredibly frustrated for a while, and this mission was too much at this point. The mission ended up being successful, but Steve was being an asshole towards you the entire time, all to get under your skin for his gain, with the bet still in his mind. All the other Avengers quickly teamed up with the rooms, so your only option was to share a room with Steve, and you weren't happy with that. In the slightest.

''Guys, can any one of you please switch with me? I can't look at his face right now and I want to smack that smug grin of his fucking face,'' you say through gritted teeth, but they aren't helping one bit. ''Sorry doll, we always have the same sleeping arrangements and Steve usually sleeps alone, so you don't have a choice,'' Bucky said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ''You guys are unbelievable,'' you said and you opened the door to your shared bedroom, rushing in to get away from all of them.

''Don't mind them,'' Steve said when he followed you and you let yourself fall on your back on the bed. ''Maybe it's a good thing you and I are sharing a bedroom tonight, I had a plan to get both of our frustrations out of our systems,'' Steve said with an innocent look in his eyes. ''You do...?'' you ask him, unsure where he's going with this. ''Yeah, I find that a massage works well, get someone to rub all my frustrations away. I brought some massage oil that I could use on you if you want,'' he offered, and you were thinking about it. ''I'm gonna take a shower first though, I don't want to be disgusting when you massage me,'' you said.

When you were in the shower, Steve texted the guys' group chat that his plan would work, you agreed to a massage and he would most definitely be able to turn it around so he could fuck your brains out later that night. When you came back from your shower, you put your hair in a claw clip so it would be out of the way, and you noticed Steve already prepared his bed to be used as the massage 'table'. ''Please, lay down without the towel so I can reach your entire back with ease,'' he said with a small grin on his face, but you did it. You needed a way to get this frustration out of your body, and it was worth a shot. ''Lay down for me, baby,'' he said and you didn't even think twice about the nickname he gave you.

You did as he said and made yourself comfortable. ''No towel baby, that was it's easier for me to reach everywhere,'' Steve said and because you're lying on your stomach, you can't see the smug look he has on his face. He took the towel away and softly gasped at the sight of you, you were even more beautiful than he thought you'd be and he was very happy he got to do this. He put a little bit of the massage oil on your back and his hands before he started, rubbing it all over your shoulders and back first, just grazing your cheeks when he's rubbing it over your lower back, teasing you ever so slightly. After it's nice and spread out he starts putting some pressure and you let out a soft moan at the feeling.

''Mmh Steve, feels good,'' you softly moan and he smiles at the way you praise him, happy he can make you feel that good. ''Are you feeling better yet, baby?'' he asked and you nodded, letting out a content sigh. The fact that you're completely naked is long forgotten, you were very comfortable around Steve now with his hands running over your body like that. ''Got some more pressure points in my lower back you could massage,'' you tell him, it's always been a point that's bothering you and now that he was massaging you, it was the perfect timing to get help. ''Like this?'' he said as he put a bit more pressure on your lower back with his palms, moving from your spine outwards and down to your hips. This makes you groan, and in all honesty, a little turned on too.

When he's taken good care of your shoulders and back, he moves on to your calves and thighs. ''Time for these beautiful legs,'' he says as he silently takes off his shirt and pants, they were getting more and more uncomfortable now that he was getting pretty hard from just massaging you. He was standing in his boxer briefs and you didn't notice, completely taken over by pure bliss. He dripped a little oil on both your legs, stopping right beneath your cheeks and he put it to the side, ready for later. He started massaging at your ankles and slowly work his way up to your thighs, giving special attention to the tops, near your ass. His fingers slowly move up and when he's kneading and rubbing your ass, you let out a gasp which turns into a moan.

''S-Steve...'' you say but he quickly cuts you off, ''Shh, it's okay baby, this is normal,'' he says and he starts kneading more roughly, even going as far as landing a slap on both your cheeks at the same time, watching them ripple under his hands. ''Fuck, doing so good for me, baby,'' Steve praised you and you couldn't help but enjoy it, even though you knew in the back of your head it was still wrong. It was at that moment Steve couldn't take it any longer, and his hand wandered down between your thighs, cupping your dripping pussy. ''Hm, you're already dripping wet baby, 'm gonna take good care of you,'' he says as he slowly slides his fingers through your folds, giving special attention to your clit with his middle finger. You moan loudly at the feeling, your ass automatically lifting in the air at the feeling.

''Such a good girl for me right now, letting me take good care of you,'' he praised you and you started clenching around nothing. ''Steve, please,'' you whimpered, you wanted to feel his fingers inside you by now. ''What is it, baby? What do you need from me? Just say it and I'll do it,'' he says, whispering the words in your ear as he pushes your thighs further apart for better access. ''Need you, need your fingers inside me,'' you said shyly and he happily complied, immediately shoving 2 fingers deep inside your dripping entrance without warning. This makes you gasp loudly and grind your hips against his hand. ''How does it feel baby?'' Steve asks with a huge grin on his face while picking up his pace and curling his fingers so he can continue to stimulate your sweet spot.

''G-good, gonna cum,'' you moan as you keep grinding against his fingers. He uses his other hand to play some more with your clit and before you know it, you feel your orgasm wash over you while you moan out his name loudly. ''Yes, let everyone know who's making you feel this good baby,'' he said, knowing full well all the guys could hear what you were doing through the tins walls of the hotel. ''Fuck, feels so good,'' you say as you come down from your high. Steve pulls his fingers softly out of you before turning you over on your back, so he could massage the front of your body. He started with your legs, giving them the same treatment as when he massaged the back of your legs, but avoiding your sensitive pussy this time.

Next up is your stomach, which he drips some oil onto before massaging it deeply, so you let out soft whimpers, especially when his hands' ghost over the underside of your breasts, which were beautifully exposed for his viewing pleasure, your nipples still hard after your first orgasm. ''Those breasts look delicious baby,'' Steve cooed and it made you giggle a little bit before he softly grabbed them and massaged them, giving extra attention to your sensitive nipples. He noticed every single whine, whimper, and moan coming out of you when he played with them, either by rubbing, tugging, or softly flicking them, and he was reveling in the sounds that left your lips.

He finished with your upper chest and neck before leaning down and softly kissing you, which you have been longing for this entire time. He wasn't your first kiss, but he was by far the best you ever had, and you didn't hesitate when he slipped his soft, warm tongue in your mouth to explore every single inch of it. He sat down on the bed and removed his underwear, exposing his painfully hard cock, which was laying on your thigh as he took his place between your legs. ''Steve, condom please,'' you said. You were on birth control and this was your first time, but you weren't sure where he had been and didn't want to risk either getting pregnant or an STD, but Steve didn't mind, he always used one anyways.

He grabbed one from the nightstand - thank god he came prepared - and ripped open the foil before rolling it onto his hard length. ''Are you ready baby?'' he asked and you said yes, giving him a soft smile too. ''Need you inside me,'' you said and without a second to think about it, Steve was pushing himself into your entrance, the burning sensation quickly subsiding and making way for pleasure. He is very big and a lot to get used to, but in no time he was buried inside you completely, letting you get used to the sensation as he bent over, stealing soft kisses from your lips. ''Steve, please move,'' you beg softly and he does, going slow at first but slowly picking up the pace, making you moan louder every single time.

Sure, he may be doing this for a bet, but he was still mindful of the fact that this is your very first time, and he did want to give you the pleasure you deserve, and not go too rough at first. ''Steve, harder'' you beg, and with that, he quickly picks up the pace as you wrap your legs around his waist, so he can hit the deepest spots inside you. ''F-fuck, Steve, gonna cum-'' you practically yelled when your orgasm washed over you again, making your vision go temporarily black with the intensity of it, Steve followed quickly after with the chant of your name, and he buries his face in your neck as he spills his cum inside of the condom. ''Fuck, feels so good around me baby, such a good girl for me,'' he says before pulling out. The rest of the night is spent lazily making out and cuddling, before falling asleep in each other's arms.

~ 3 weeks after the mission ~

You and Steve talked about what happened that night and both agreed nothing more would come of it, it was just a one-time thing to get both your frustrations out and you would remain friends. He talked to the guys about it and they all heard, clapping him on his back and saying he won the bet fair and square, so they would pick up his missions for the next month. ''How was it?'' Tony asked and he told them all about the massage and how it felt to be buried balls deep inside you. They were still talking about the bet when you happened to walk into the room since you accidentally left some files in the living room you needed to prepare.

''Good job Steve, you won the bet fair and square, I didn't think you would fuck her but you earned it'' Bucky said as he got up, and immediately you realize they're talking about you. ''What bet are you guys talking about?'' you ask, and all the guys' heads snap in your direction. ''Y/N, hey...'' Steve said, his face becoming bright red. ''Did you guys seriously bet on if he was able to fuck me? You guys are fucking unbelievable,'' you snarled at each of them, but you're the most mad at Steve. ''You're such a dick, Steve, you know that?'' you yelled at him and you felt your powers come out, usually you tried to keep them hidden since they could cause quite a lot of destruction. ''Using me for a fucking bet?!'' is the last thing you said before you lifted Steve off his chair with your mind, using your telekinesis.

You slam him into the wall on the other side of the living room with your full force, making him go through it like the wall was made of a thin sheet of paper. ''Don't ever fuck with me like that again, or he won't be the only one on the receiving end of my powers,'' you say to the rest of the guys, and they quickly scramble away. To make Steve hurt even more, you walked over to him and made him squirm by giving him a head-splitting headache with your mind, as he grabbed his head to stop it. ''Y/N PLEASE STOP!'' he begged you, but you didn't. You want him to hurt just as much as you were. ''Oh no Rogers, you don't get to beg now, you earned everything I'm going to do with you,” Your power got out of hand and when Wanda walked into the living room, she managed to snap you out of it at the right time, if she didn't you would've killed him.

And just like that, your dream of becoming an Avenger is completely shattered.

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seresinhangmanjake · 5 months

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The One I Want: Part 5

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x plus size!reader

Summary: You’re new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Notes/Warnings: Bradley Bradshaw x OC!reader, cursing, maybe. Self-doubt and insecurities.

Words: 3165

The One I Want Masterlist

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You are stirred by a knock at your door and you flip over in bed, eyes widening when you find the sun too high in the sky for the hour you were expected to wake.

“Shit! I’m gonna be late.”

Throwing back the covers you hop out of the warmth of your mattress into the chill of the room, and rush toward the bathroom. But there’s another knock. Glancing between the door and the bathroom, you debate which is more important, but you know Jake is on the other side. And you know he won’t stop. So, quickly as you can, you make your way to the opposite side of the room and yank the door open.

“Hey,” Jake says with a smile. “I was, uh…I–”

Your brow raises in question, but then you realize where the two-second glance of his eyes landed before they returned to your face. The speedy transition from comfy bed to cold air caused your nipples to bud and press through the thin fabric of your tight tank top.

Crossing your arms over your chest, and ignoring the blush you can’t will away, you say, “What’s up?”

“You weren’t up for work, so I thought you might be sick or something.”

“Nope, not sick,” you reply, stepping back to ease the door closed. You really need to get ready. You’re already calculating how long each of your morning routine tasks will take if you operate at max speed.

“Wait,” Jake says, his palm flattening against the door. It’s not forceful, you could slam it closed if you really wanted to, but the look on Jake’s face makes you pause for him. “When I pick you up, any chance you want to go to a bonfire? Just friends from work and a couple of locals. It’s not going to be anything crazy.”

“Yea, sure,” you rush out, not soaking in his words. You’re going to be late, he’s going to be late, and you need to get rid of him.

Jake smiles again as he says, “Really?” and you nod, not entirely sure what you’ve agreed to. But it works to move him along.

He wishes you a good day and begins to head for the front door when, suddenly, he pauses halfway on his path. You think he’s about to ask you something else that you won’t comprehend with the anxiety of being late to work consuming your thoughts, but he simply stands there with his back to you, blows out a breath, and rests one hand on his hip while the other runs through his hair.

“Calm the fuck down,” you hear him mutter before he collects himself and resumes his move toward the door and out of the apartment.

Thankful that he’s finally gone, you shower as fast as humanly possible, dress, and run into the kitchen to grab a water bottle to shove into your bag and the first piece of food you can find, a banana, to devour before you leave. At this rate, you’ll only be fifteen minutes late, but considering you’ve not once been tardy in the week and a half you’ve worked at the shop, you hope the owner will go easy on you. No one buys souvenirs at nine a.m. on a Friday, anyway. Hopefully.

But fifteen minutes late turns into twenty.

With the last bite of banana chewed, you toss the peel into the garbage can, but before the automatic lid fully closes, you catch a glimpse of an all too familiar item with all too familiar writing. Your foot presses on the pedal to shoot the lid back open. Reaching inside, you smack the banana peel out of the way and wrap your hand around the mug.

My Girlfriend F*cks a Naval Aviator. You know those words. You know this mug. You sold this mug, to a busty blonde with an attitude problem.

Though Jake’s been gone for more than ten minutes, your line of vision meets the front door to the apartment as if he had shut it behind him only moments ago.

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Jake’s hand casually rests on top of the steering wheel, guiding his truck steadily with the heel of his palm, and you wonder if he’s handled everything in his life with such ease; if he’s faced a single hardship or if a beautiful fate shined down upon him from the very beginning.

From the moment you met Jake, you could tell he’d grown up well. He walks with the confidence of a man who has years of praise straightening his spine and holding his shoulders back. He speaks without the fear of being scolded, though being in the military, you’re positive he’s been barked at enough for a lifetime. He’s smart and clean and put together as if there was never the possibility for him to be anything else. And here you are, not remembering the last time you weren’t tense walking out your front door.

“I’m really glad you’re coming with me,” Jake says.

It jolts you out of your thoughts.

Jake hadn’t given you much of an explanation for how the night would unfold, and you were too embarrassed to ask, having not really listened to him that morning when he was asking you to join him. In fact, you’d forgotten your commitment to any activity after your shift until he showed up at the gift shop to pick you up with your sweater draped over the passenger seat claiming it gets a little chilly at night.

“It’s no problem,” you say in response, knowing that this event could absolutely be a problem.

You don’t know these people well. You don’t know this location. You don’t know how to handle being around Jake for an entire night after finding that mug in the trash and feeling the tiniest of pangs in your chest. You don’t want to think about the woman who bought it, what she meant, or possibly still means, to him.

Jake puts the truck in park and turns to you with a grin that brightens his eyes even in the dim light of the nearby street lamp. “Ready?”

“Sure,” you answer, a wobble in your voice.

He hops out of the car and hurries to your side, opening the door and reaching out to you. You stare at his hand for a beat before you decide to slip yours into his grasp so he can help you make the short leap from your seat to the sand.

“Thanks.”

He gives you a nod, but he doesn’t release your hand as he guides you to the glowing light in the distance and the many silhouettes surrounding it.

It feels odd when the small group smiles at you as you close the distance to the bonfire—an immediate acceptance from Jake’s friends and team. A few from the team you’d only met once, briefly, but you wouldn’t have assumed you made enough of an impression for them to be so welcoming now.

Javy rises from one of the unfoldable chairs and rushes to you with his arms spread wide. He greets you with a “Hello Sweetness” and what you’re sure would’ve been a lung-crushing squeeze if Jake hadn’t put his free hand against his friend's chest to stop him before he could get to you.

“Hands to yourself,” Jake warns.

Javy’s arms slap down to his sides with the same dramaticism of his lips falling into a pout. He glances down. “You don’t keep your hands to yourself,” he whines, but there’s a subtle tease to it, a little quirk of his mouth that has your eyes going wide and your hand jerking free from Jake’s.

His eyes dart to the loss of weight between his fingers, then over to you, and you can detect the disappointment on his face despite not looking his way to confirm it. He turns back to Javy, who becomes the line leader toward the rest of the group.

“She’s here!” Javy announces to your embarrassment, then in a dull tone says, “Jake’s here, too, but that’s less important.”

One by one, each of Jake’s friends greet you with nods and more smiles and questions of “How are you?” and “How was your day?” and you do your best to answer. You meet four others. The Bob you’ve heard plenty about who instantly gives up his seat for you; Rooster’s girlfriend, Millie—a petite red-head with a southern twang to her voice and a laugh that echoes across the waves of the ocean; and Mav and Penny, a couple that seems to operate as the parental figures of their younger friends.

For the most part, you keep quiet as the night goes on, and from that decision, learn plenty. After two hours of experiencing them all in one place, your previous belief that these people solely operate as friends and teammates is quickly tossed away. They are family, held together by far more powerful sources than blood. Their lives are interwoven. They’re protectors of one another on land as much as they are at sea and in the sky. But it’s the teasing and story-telling, genuine pride, and support of each other that stings your nose and blurs the edges of your vision from springing tears.

You’ve never seen people exist like this. People damage, people rip apart, and then people leave. No one sticks around to aid in healing others’ wounds—you thought. But you could pick any one of those in front of you now—electively sitting around a pit of fire with bottles of beer in their hands as they enjoy one another's company—and know that they have healed someone to their left or right. In their living, breathing unit, each person is vital for continuing on, and for whatever reason, for the time being, you’ve been invited into them.

Jake, in the midst of retelling a crowd-pleasing story, doesn’t sense you slip away to nestle in the sand. His voice fades to the waves that slide over the damp and heavy grains to touch your toes, retreat, and reliably reach for you again. One of few things that comes back, you think. The waves, and Jake you suppose. Both of which you’re finding are masters of the rebound. There is no pushing away either without preparing yourself for their return. The waves aren’t going anywhere, and with how your fingertips still tingle from Jake’s hand in yours, you’re starting to believe neither is he.

You can’t say how much time has passed when you’re joined by another.

“He noticed, ya know,” you hear just as the little redhead plops down beside you. “That you’re not next to him.”

With knees bent, you wrap your arms around your thighs and hum, daring yourself not to glance over your shoulder. You can’t figure out what you want. For his eyes to search in the hope of meeting yours, or not. Instead, you focus on the newcomer.

Millie is tiny, that’s for sure. She makes you feel like a city-destroying giant in this proximity, but unlike with most other women, your insecurity from being around her stops at the height difference. While there are probably a hundred differences between you, many of which can be spotted with a single look, you find comfort in one confirmed similarity: her shape.

Her chest is heavy. She’s full in the hips and thick in the thighs, and when she’s perched on Rooster’s lap, a couple of rolls form where her tummy is. Rolls that she doesn’t care are obvious through her snug shirt. Rolls that don’t stop Rooster from running his hands over her body, fingers occasionally drifting to dangerous areas when he thinks no one else is watching. Most people aren’t watching. You are.

Whenever a couple like them is shoved in your face, you picture loads of things that you probably shouldn’t be picturing considering this couple in particular could be in your life for a while. But you can’t help it. You picture them together, wrapped around one another, Rooster holding Millie close, sucking on her full breasts, kissing her stretch-marked skin, burying his head between thighs he would gladly permit to suffocate him. There are smiles and giggles and genuine moans of pleasure. You picture love meeting sex.

To your defense, it isn’t about Rooster or Millie. When you picture these scenarios, the people themselves lose their meaning to you, if they ever had meaning at all. They become Perfect Man and Imperfect Woman. Perfect Man who falls on his knees for Imperfect Woman. Perfect Man who worships Imperfect Woman despite her imperfections. Every duo like Rooster and Millie you’ve come across in your stopping points around the country worms their way into your daydreams. You’ve never quite had the Perfect/Imperfect couple so close, though, and as much as you try to ignore it, it plants a seed of hope.

“He didn’t want to bother you if you wanted a second to be alone,” Millie says to your shock, because since when doesn’t Jake Seresin squeeze himself into your space uninvited? That’s shown to be one of his top ten skills.

“Were you sent over?”

“Nope,” she replies, popping the ‘P’. “I just happen to enjoy your company. You, me, and Penny gotta stick together. We’re the only gals in this crew who don’t get to fly without a chaperone.” Her head quirks to the side. “Well, there’s Payback’s girl as well. They’re overseas for a few more months—Fanboy, too.”

Jake mentioned them. Another set of best friends whose seats at this family table could not be occupied by outsiders.

Millie leans back on her palms, tucking her toes into the sand. “I know they can be overwhelmin’,” she says. “They’re loud—well, with the exception of Bobby—and they’re all annoyingly attractive, right?”

Especially annoying is one particular pilot.

“I never thought in a million years a guy like Bradley would develop a thing for me.”

“How’d you meet him?” you ask Millie, who instantly grins at the memory.

“I've got an uncle in the Navy,” she says, and if you closed your eyes, her southern accent would take you right to Alabama. You didn’t do well in Alabama. But Millie is far from a representation of the population you’d found yourself within. “Came to visit for the summer, met Bradley, and that was that.”

“You never went back home?”

She lets out a laugh that almost has her rolling onto her side. “Oh no, Honey, I did,” she finally gets out. “But I gave that dope my phone number. He kept callin’ and textin’. Wouldn’t leave me alone until I agreed to come back.”

Giving her an amused look at the image of that burly pilot a few yards away being so desperate, Millie giggles and pats your knee.

“I know, what a creep. But he won me over before I left, so I was lenient,” she says. “We spent more time together, and when he asked me to be his girl and move in with him, I said yes. Actually, I got here not long before you arrived.”

You take a moment to think over what she’s shared over the course of the night. Millie is young, at least a decade separating her and her boyfriend, and, from what you understand after her earlier telling of her story for you, she had a whole life on the other side of the country. A mother, a grandmother, a brother, a father who is less than thrilled his baby girl lives with a man much older than herself. A job lined up at her family’s small business. A good country boy everyone expected her to start dating soon. Yet, it appears with no reservations, she picked up, left her family, her business, and that country boy to settle in with Rooster.

You can’t help but question what it would take for you to pick a place and stay in it. Neither can you remember the last town you lived in for more than four months.

“Do you like it here?” you ask.

“Oh, it's lovely. Different, absolutely. But it’s not about here,” she shakes her head. “It’s about him. I’ll go where he goes.” Turning her head, she looks back to the group and smiles. A blush spreads across her cheeks from whatever charming, flirty gesture you guarantee Rooster just directed her way. “Datin’ a pilot,” she continues, her gaze back on the ocean, “is certainly…somethin’. It’s got its challenges, for sure, but Bradley is worth it.”

You nod because, on a level, you understand. Rooster is as kind as he is good-looking, and it takes about three breaths in their presence to see that he’s head over heels in love with his girlfriend. He’s gentle with her in a way you’ve never known—sweet—and when he looks at her, you see in his eyes that he is looking at his future. His wife. The mother of his children. Whether she knows of his plans or not, it makes sense that she stays by his side. No one with their head on straight would let that go if they could get away with it.

“Jake’s a good guy, ya know,” Millie suddenly states, her honey-toned eyes meeting the plane of your profile. “He’d be worth it, too.”

Eyes widening, your head snaps to her so fast you feel a muscle tweak in your neck.

She smiles softly, almost motherly though she’s younger than you, then she stands and dusts the sand off the back of her cutoffs. “Just somethin’ to think about, Honey,” she says. “I’ll let him know you’re alright.”

With Millie gone, you take extra minutes to collect yourself; take your deep breaths and try to wrap your head around her words. You’re not so sure you can. They’re as hard to push aside as the words and names directed at you in the past—the reasons you abandoned the places you’ve been to end up here. But for the first time, you don’t taste that sourness on your tongue or feel the swell and ache of nausea in your gut. There’s a wiggliness to your nerves from anxiety, but they accompany an intense pounding of your heart you’ve not experienced in so long you’d almost forgotten what it’s like.

Standing, you brush away the sand that had snuck its way into the folds of your clothes and you turn. At some point, Jake switched seats with Bradley for the one that faces the ocean, faces you, and your stare instantly meets his.

His knee is bouncing. He gives you a smile laced with concern, but it has enough power behind it to encourage you closer. So you step forward, one foot before the other until you see the movement of a bobbing head in your peripherals. Breaking your connected stare, your eyes flick to the right of Jake’s head and onto a figure in the distance.

And much like that mug from this morning, you think you know this figure.

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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[It’s 5:30am R/n has to get up and get ready for the morning rush, She also has to wakeup Ghost or else he’ll sleep through his alarm.]

R/n: Simon, it’s time to get up. I’ve got to leave for work soon. *He frowns as she wiggles out of his arms.*

Ghost, groggily, eyes closed: Okay. I’m awake.

R/n: If you’re actually awake, you need to get out of bed.

Ghost, slurring: I’m awake. Just a minute. ….We need to do math.

R/n, cocks brow:…Math?

Ghost: Yeah….

R/n: Right.

[R/n leaves Ghost for a bit to brush her teeth and make some coffee, she returns to him snoring, R/n rolls her eyes and tries again.]

R/n: Simon, are you going to wake up or just stay in bed doing math?

Ghost, snapping awake: Why the f*ck would I do math?

#S: not always right #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty 2022 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw ghost #afab reader #call of duty x reader

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changetyre · 6 months

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No more II Carlos Sainz ⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: You promised yourself you would always remain professional at work...but having an incredibly hot and teasing co-worker made that impossible.

WARNINGS: *** Smut 18+***

A/N: Quite short but just an idea I wanted to write out ;) enjoy xx

You huffed as your back hit the tiled wall behind you, hissing at the cold contrast of it next to your hot skin.

"You've got to keep quiet amor." Carlos's voice was husky as he left a trail of marks across your clavicle knowing not to leave any evidence of this in plain sight.

"Shut up and f*ck me," you ordered as you turned around angling yourself for easier access, your breast pressing into the wall in front.

"So needy." Carlos hissed as he bit your lobe before pressing into your without warning.

You stifled a moan as he began thrusting into you at a quick pace knowing time was ticking and you would have to get out of here soon.

Carlos placed a hand over your lips as he continued fucking you hard his other hand cupping your breast as he squeezed it tightly.

"Are you gonna cum for me princesa?" His whispers were muffled by the water falling from the shower head which helped to keep everything lubricated between your bodies.

"Yeah..." You moned as your hand snaked down to rub your clit trying to get this over with faster despite knowing you wanted this to last forever.

"Turn around." Carlos twisted your hip making your back hit the wall as he lifted your leg so he could reach deeper inside you.

The new angle almost caused you to scream in pleasure but instead, you let your body fall forward biting into Carlos's shoulder to silence you.

Carlos hissed at the pain from the bite but he secretly loved it when he caused this kind of reaction on you.

"Carlos I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me." he didn't let you finish as your orgasm washed over you causing Carlos to hold tighter onto you as your legs weakened under the pleasure. Carlos continued fucking you through it at a slower pace as he felt you clench around him before he spilled inside you.

"Fuck that was good," you muttered to yourself but didn't miss Carlos's cocky smirk at hearing your words.

You quickly cleaned up the mess between your legs as Carlos washed your hair before running out of the shower and the men's bathroom unnoticed.

As you walked out of the gym you once again cursed yourself for finding yourself in the same situation yet again after telling yourself it wouldn't happen again for 5 months straight now. It was ridiculous how this was now almost becoming a daily thing for the both of you and you knew it was stupid and risky yet you still couldn't resist.

You walked to your room to gather your things before rushing to the meeting room where you were asked to gather before heading to the track.

Walking in it felt like everyone had laser vision judging you for what had happened a few minutes ago although you knew there was really no way anyone knew anything.

Sitting next to your boss you took out your iPad and keyboard getting ready to focus on your job.

Although as soon as he walked in it seemed like the hardest job in the world to remain focused. The smirk he sent your way as he sat down on the seat in front of you made you send a kick his way.

"Sh*t." He rubbed his shin in pain.

"You okay?" Caco asked him as it was his turn to hide a smirk behind the coffee you were sipping.

"Yeah just hit my knee." Carlos lied now glaring your way.

"Alright, we'll just wait for Charles then we can get started." Silvia began. "You ready?" Silvia asked you gesturing to the iPad as you were tasked with taking notes for this meeting.

"Yep." You smiled.

"How about you Carlos? How was your workout this morning?" Silvia asked the man who had clearly just walked out of the shower...as had you.

"Amazing." Carlos smiled cockily once more.

You once more sipped your coffee nervously trying to hide the blush that started creeping on your cheeks.

"Did Rupert tire you out?" Caco asked this time.

Carlos's eyes bore into you watching the way you sunk further into your seat. "Uhh you could say that...got a lot of Cardio done."

You choked on your coffee at his words getting everyone's attention. "Sorry wrong hole."

You heard Carlos giggle this time raising his eyebrows at your words which only caused you to blush harder at what he insinuated.

"Everything okay you two?" Caco asked eyeing the both of you.

"Perfect," Carlos smirked as you just nervously nodded.

"I hate you." you mouthed to Carlos after Caco looked away as Charles walked in.

You felt as Carlos's leg trailed up your leg before you quickly swatted him away.

This was going to be a hell of a long meeting.

#f1 x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #smut #f1 one shot #f1smut #formula 1 #f1fic #f1 smut #changetyre #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz x y/n

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euaphoric · 8 months

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MAKE A WISH ✨

♡ ♡ ♡ all jungkook wishes for on his birthday is you ♡ ♡ ♡

✩‧₊˚ pairing — jungkook x f!reader, best friends to lovers

✩‧₊˚ warnings — mostly fluff but i sprinkled in a *tiny* bit of smutty action towards the end hehe, the cliche (but cute) dynamic of being total opposites, koo wants you sooo bad omg, jk shoots his shot in such a cute & smooth way, food play (kinda?), unedited for rn but i’ll edit it later at some point !

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made a lil post for jk’s birfdayyy, even tho he’s 26 he’s still like 21 in my eyes hjsjfjfds. i haven’t posted in a while so this is the least i can do for now lol hope y’all like it 😵‍💫

it’s your favorite person in the whole world’s birthday today ! you woke up in the wee hours of the morning to get everything ready for your best friend’s big day. you texted him straight away at midnight, sending the sweetest birthday message along with a gif of my melody holding a cake. you could never express into words enough how much jungkook means to you but your actions do most of the talking anyway. since he was turning 26 you got 26 pink and white balloons to scatter all over your living room, you also work at a bakery so it was obvious you had to make one for his special day. it was a single tier cake in the shape of a heart with a cute minimalistic design of a bunny and pink/white stars surrounding the edges. though the cake itself looked fairly simple, you worked really hard on it and took about 4-5 hours perfecting it. there was a lot of time and effort well spent into all this but was very worth it— only the best for the most amazing person you love and cherish. <3

the sheer excitement within you couldn’t be contained, feeling so giddy about him being on his way over to your place to come celebrate. you’ve known jungkook for years but this was the first time celebrating his birthday with just the two of you. a couple weeks ago, you asked him what he wanted for his birthday, to which he simply replied, “i don’t need anything, i just wanna hang out with you all day.” it was an odd request to you since he had so many other friends but you didn’t go against his demands, who are you to question the birthday boy’s request? to dress for this special occasion you wore a pretty pink flowy dress with a satin bow barrette in your hair, pairing it with white frilly lace socks and mary jane platforms. you looked super cute and jungkook will definitely think the same, it’s too bad he doesn’t wear much colorful stuff anymore, he’d look great in pink!

you get a call from jungkook saying he’s at your place and you immediately sprint to the door, going in for a hug as he steps inside. “happy birthday to the bestest boy in existence!” you cheer, gleefully smiling up at him. “thanks sweetie pie— wait, did you really decorate your whole house for this? there’s so much pink everywhere!” his glassy eyes soared around the room, taking in all the pretty decorations. jungkook’s outfit completely contradicted the theme, he was wearing a black fitted CK tee with black distressed jeans, very much on brand of him. “i thought it’d be cute! but that’s not all, i made you a cake, come look!” you grab his hand, leading the way for him to follow you into the kitchen, “tadaaa!”

he couldn’t stop smiling at how cute you were being, flailing your arms out towards the cake like it was some extraordinary discovery. he only chuckles in response, staring at you instead of the cake. “do you like it?” you hesitantly ask, second guessing if the cake design was a bit too simple. jungkook indefinitely snaps out his trance to respond, “oh i love it y/n, it’s adorable and i can’t wait to eat it!” well thank goodness, a weights now been lifted from your very tense shoulders. “phew.. okay good. you better have or else, i didn’t break my back doing all this for nothing!” you jokingly tease, pinching the side of his face to squish his adorably round cheeks. “can’t believe my boy has turned 26 today, you don’t look a day over 20, no wonder you still get ID’d at the bars!” it was too easy to keep teasing him, you have way too much fun doing it over the years.

“is this why you were so eager to spend my birthday with me? just so you can bully me all day?” he pouts like a child who’s about to throw a tantrum, “better be lucky you’re so darn cute..” that last comment made your face grow hot, attempting to cover your face so he doesn’t see you blushing. it’s weird how you’re getting so worked up over your best friend complimenting you, he always does it, there wasn’t much of a difference now. “you know you didn’t have to do all this for me right? celebrating this day with you is already a gift in itself.” jungkook really was a simple guy, all he needed was the people he loved most around him, that’s the best birthday gift in his eyes. “oh please, you’re my best friend so obviously i’m gonna go all out for this! plus i literally do this kinda thing for a living.. i had this prepared days in advance for you. also, quit being so sweet, you’re gonna make me cry on your own birthday!” you don’t know what’s in the air today but you can’t shake this feeling of butterflies in your stomach. “nooo, don’t do that you’ll ruin all the gorgeous makeup you’re wearing, i’m sure you spent a lot of time on that too!”

you’re not sure if it’s because it was his birthday but jungkook was acting extra cute towards you. the way he was paying more attention to you than anything else around him built an inexplicable tension between you. “i’ll go get the candles and something to cut the cake with, then after that we can do whatever you want!” you squeal from excitement, grabbing the box of colorful pastel candles and a cake knife that you actually stole from your job. placing the tiny candles around the rim to make it look aesthetically pleasing, you take the lighter from the table to light the candles. “turn off the lights!” you shout to him behind you, he hurries to find the switch to flip it off, making the room completely dark except for the tiny orange flames. you gesture for him to come closer, “ok now sit here!” sliding the chair out to let him sit down. the omitting light from the candles illuminated his face so beautifully, making your heart burst when he looks up at you with star-filled eyes. you’ll never understand how this man can be single, he’s so damn breathtaking.

it isn’t a birthday without any singing involved so you began chanting the happy birthday song to him in a cutesy high pitched tone, being the annoyingly loud best friend you always are. you had your hands rested on his broad shoulders, swaying side to side as you sang your little heart out, it probably wasn’t the best singing he’s ever heard but it’s the thought that counts! “you’re so freaking cute, stop ittt.” jungkook says after you finished singing, “it hasn’t even been a full hour yet but this is already my best birthday, thanks y/n, you made me feel special today.” he couldn’t help but express thorough gratitude for all this, you went so above and beyond for him. “oh it’s nothing really kookie, i’m just happy i get to spend this day with you.” you know he can’t see it but you smile anyway, hugging him from behind, the intoxicating scent of his cologne on his shirt made you feel dizzy.

“ok, now it’s time to make a wish. wish for anything in your wildest dreams, the world’s your oyster!” “hmm, alright.. will it come true though?” he asks in a hopeful tone, “of course it will! and if by chance it doesn’t, then i’ll make it happen.” you’d practically do anything for him, your friendship meant the world to you. “okay, here goes nothing i guess.” he shrugs, closing his eyes for a minute to think of his undying wish, once he opens them again he blows out the array of candles. “yayyy, it’s official now!” you ferociously clap, turning around to go find the light again but jungkook stops you in your tracks. “wait, please don’t turn the lights back on.” his voice sounding a bit more serious than usual. you listen and turn back to face him again, “wanna know what i ended up wishing for?” he gets up from the chair to walk towards you, pulling your hand to hold you in close to him. here comes the butterflies again… “what? you aren’t supposed to tell me your wish silly, then it won’t come true!” you playfully argue, thanking the heavens above that it’s too dark for him to see how flustered you looked. “but this wish is important, i really need it. you even said so yourself that you’ll help make it happen, right?”

just what the hell could he be up to right now ? you’re so clueless about what’s going on but you decide to humor him anyway. “hmm, yeah i guess i do remember saying that.. what was your wish that’s so important then?” pressing your body further into his chest, the atmosphere felt much different than it usually did, you couldn’t seem to put your finger on why though. without any hesitation he reveals his only wish, “i want you to be my girlfriend.” your body felt frozen, you were sure this had to be a dream at this point, there’s no way your best friend is asking you out.. no freaking way. “w-what?” the dry lump in your throat made it impossible to talk, you were so overwhelmed with emotions it seemed like you were rejecting him, but in reality you were just too stunned to speak. “i don’t care if this ruins our friendship anymore, i can’t keep holding this in… i’m in love with you y/n. ever since you broke things off with that loser i couldn’t stop thinking about you being my girlfriend. i can treat you so much better baby, i promise, just give me a chance. that’s all i want for my birthday, just wanna make you finally mines.” he gravely confessed everything, laying out all the thoughts he had building up over time.

you were still in shock but you had to say something before you mess up, clearing your throat to voice what you had to say. “i can’t believe i’m about to say this but, i don’t want to keep being friends anymore...” slowly pausing before finishing your thoughts. “wha-” “because i want to be your girlfriend too.” you quickly cut him off, heart anxiously pounding at the fact you just admitted to this. it never dawned on you that jungkook could ever feel romantically towards you but he hid his feelings a little too well for you to never detect this secret. the distance between you was seemingly nonexistent, feeling his warm breath against the side of your face as he leans in closer. “i guess it’s official then, you’re my girl now.” a pair of ring clad hands cup your face gently, pulling you in for a slow kiss. his soft lips felt so divine against yours, the languid movement of his body with yours was like magic. out of all the fake scenarios you created in your head about kissing jungkook, none of them could top the real thing. his peach flavored lip balm tasted so sweet, delighting you with even more hunger for him, the room felt like it was spinning.

a whine slips from your lips when he momentarily pulls away, missing the peachy candy taste of him. you could kiss him for hours with absolutely no complaints. “now that you’re my girlfriend can i do the thing i’ve really always wanted?” jungkook cranes his head to the side while asking, tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb. you thought him kissing you was what he wanted most but guess not. “of course honey, whatever the birthday boy wants the birthday boy gets!” you were willing to make this the most memorable birthday he’ll ever have. “to be completely honest, i want you to ride my face. but you can do that later for me, i wanna try this cake you made!” his attentions drawn back to turning to the light on again, finally getting able to see each other better. you were trying so hard to play it cool after he said that, but on the inside was total chaos. this whole day escalated so quickly, you wanted to pinch yourself to wake up but this felt way too good to be a dream— you’re now dating your best friend and couldn’t be happier.

“this looks so damn good, i can’t wait to eat it.” jungkook smacks his lips at the piece of cake you cut for him, and of course, it was on a pink plate with a matching fork to fit the theme. “i’m most excited to eat you instead though.” he smugly grins, dipping his finger into the frosting, but instead of eating it he dabs it on the side of your face. “what are you doing?” you cluelessly respond before he leans in again, this time licking the sweet buttercream off your cheek. “i wanna try somethin’ real quick, hold on.” he announces as he goes back to dip in the frosting again, you could sense the mischief all over his face. his other hand travels to the neckline of your dress, pulling it down slowly to reveal one of your perky breasts, his eyes were like a deer in headlights, in complete awe of how perfect you looked. “so much fucking better than i imagined.” the tent in his pants grew inevitably, biting his lip at the stunning sight in front him. bringing his finger to your perched nipple, he coats it with the pink icing, bending down to sensually lick it off once again. “nnghh.. that felt so good..” you lull out a moan, body turning into straight puddy by his touch. “don’t worry babe, there’s more where that came from,” the devilish smirk on jungkook’s face was enough to know he wasn’t kidding around, “i’m about to have the best birthday sex ever.”

#jungkook #jungkook bts #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x f reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook x female reader #bts smut #bts fluff

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intuitively-her · 5 months

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What's next for you? (timeless)

Pile 1-(3 of swords, The Empress rx, 2 of cups rx, Strength, Queen of Wands, Knight of cups, 10 of wands, 6 of pentacles, 4 of wands, 7 of swords)

You've been holding onto this heartbreak for too long. It's time to open yourself up to love. Allow people to give you the love you deserve.🩷 Let people help you! Stop feeling so guilty. You also need to invest into more self-care. Take yourself out for lunch. Give yourself a spa day. Go on a shopping spree. Whatever you want! You deserve it after all these trials and tribulations. Invest into more beauty products like glossier, mac, or nyx.💄 Try out new hairstyles. It's time to step out of this sadness and remember who the f*ck you are! Exercise would benefit you and your mindset right now. For someone here, you need to stop telling people your business. Stop giving people updates. You need to re-evaluate your friend circle as well. Spend more time with your family and places where you feel safe and accepted. Nurture yourself more.🫶🏽

*Channeled song: Whatever you like by T.I.

Pile 2-(The Hanged Man, Death rx, The Tower rx, Devil rx, Knight of pentacles rx, The World rx, 9 of wands, 10 of cups, Queen of pentacles, Ace of cups, 2 of cups)

Everything will be okay babe!💗 By reading your energy, I can tell you're going through it rn. You've been holding so much in and holding onto so many outdated things and people. Things may seem like they're falling apart, but everything is actually slowly coming together for you. As hard as it may sound, you really need to keep your faith right now. This had to come to an end to make you see the path that's meant for you.🛤️ You needed to see how your current lifestyle and choices were no longer serving you. You have all the answers to your situation. Just block out the unnecessary noise and opinions. You really need to take a social media break. It's f*cking up your confidence. The more you let go of the past and make choices that serve your higher purpose, the closer you'll get to living the life you truly want. There's a lot of good things waiting for you! You really need to put in the work and come harder this time though. Expect new and genuine connections in the near future.

Pile 3-(3 of pentacles rx, 5 of pentacles, 10 of pentacles, The Fool, 6 of cups rx, Temperance, High Priestess, Page of cups, 3 of cups)

You're coming out of this period of lack and walking into abundance. 🌟 Something was keeping you unmotivated. Financial drought? Divorce? You've flipped the script now! You been working hard to master your craft. This is my self-employed pile. Someone here could be a lash tech? Or in the beauty industry. This era is all about risk and reward.🎰 Block out the distractions! Someone here could study arts and literature. Think outside of the box more, especially if you're working on a creative project. Give your audience/clients/professors something that they won't expect. You're taking care of your inner child more, and they're appreciative of that!🫶🏽 You're doing what makes you happy, unapologetically. Spending time with your friends and family is lifting your spirits. This is the healing you need! Start traveling more as well, it'll help open your mind.🌊 Keep walking on this path to greatness and making the choices that benefit you. You're doing amazing sweetie!🩷

#pick a card #pick a pile #tarot reading #tarot #paid readings

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frost-queen · 2 months

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Bodyguarded // part 4 (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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Summary: When a sudden change in Shane's behaviour appears it leaves you both startled and vulnerable. Meanwhile your brother takes on his brotherly duty of checking out Daryl. Will Shane's new attitute be more dangerous then his explosive one? [ read part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 5 ]

You were searching the back of the truck for something specific in one of the many bags stashed there. You had to bend a bit over the railing to reach more to the middle. Slightly getting bugged that you just couldn’t reach that bag. You heard some footsteps approach, yet kept focused on your doings. – “Daryl can you…” – you started as the person behind you neared. Your words cut off by a loud gasp, eyes widening as two firm hands set on your hips. Their body pressing hard against your back. This didn’t feel like Daryl.

His grip was too brutal for it. – “Where is your bodyguard?” – you heard Shane say close to your ear. A shiver of fright went through your body, making you instinctively elbow him back and spin around to be less vulnerable. Shane stumbled back with his hands up and a ridiculous smirk on his face. – “What the f*ck do you want!” – you called out to him, feeling disgusted that he had touched you.

Shane lowered his hands with a cocky expression. – “So defensive.” – he replied with a dirty chuckle. You kept a tentative eye on his behaviour, with him you could never be certain. He noticed you were anxiously looking past him, almost if you were hoping someone would notice him around you and come.

“Looking for Rick?” – Shane asked, moving his head a bit so he’d block your view. – “Or that dirtbag of yours?” – he added following your motion as he wanted to keep himself in the centre of you. – “Can’t defend yourself? You are pathetic Y/n.” – he scoffed making you harden your gaze to a glare at him. – “And you’re a dick.” – you responded. To your surprise he laughed. You were anything but trying to be funny. Shane touched his nose, looking briefly away before taking a step closer to you.

He set his hand down on the truck, entrapping one side of yours. He tilted his head a bit to get a better look at you. You felt intimated and watched. Wanting his prying eyes to stop, you pushed him away. – “You lied to me!” – you called out wanting to change whatever he was doing. You wanted to divert his prying eyes from you.

Anything to get those hungry eyes off you. – “About?” – Shane asked in return, finding his balance again. – “Rick!” – you shouted at him. Shane tensed his jaw. – “You told me he was dead!” – you reminded him. – “He was as good as dead.” – Shane responded loud.

“Going after him was hopeless.” – he finished. – “You left him for dead…” – you accused. Shane came closer again standing nose to nose with you. Puffing his chest up to appear taller. – “I did what I had to do in that situation.” – he made clear. – “Rick was as good as dead.” – he stated staring hard at you. – “I saved you.” – he said making you harden your expression. – “No, you left me for dead.” – you answered coldly. Shane slammed his hand against he back of the truck, startling you. – “That was on you!” – he called out.

“If you only…” – he slightly lowered his voice not finishing his sentence. – “If what?” – you shouted at him angry. Shane inhaled sharp through his nose, grabbing you firm by your arms. Your back got pushed hard against the back of the truck. With a bit of fright in your eyes, you stared back in his eyes. Shane staring right back at you, before he breathed out a laugh.

Lowering his head with a shake as he kept chuckling. His act a complete mystery to you. He inhaled sharp through his teeth, looking back up to you. This time he was smiling as he booped your nose. – “Y/n Grimes.” – he said with a chuckle. Clearly amusing himself, but completely confusing to you. He took in a deep breath, looking up to the sky.

Brows furrowed, you couldn’t help but stare confused at him. Shane’s gaze was on you again till they lowered. Stopping somewhere at the same height of your lips. It made your expression untense with surprise. Shane smiled. Moving your shoulders, you wanted to brush his hands off you. Shane let go of you taking a step back. He turned around taking his leave, yet while walking off he just had to look one more time back at you.

Once he was out of sight, you exhaled loud. Grasping for your chest, feeling your heart pound like a maniac. This behaviour might have been scarier then when he pressed a gun against your head. You forgot about your search and just ran off. Not wanting to be out of that situation. You jogged back to camp just to be more in the public eye.

Carol stopped you, seeing you were out of breath. – “Hey are you alright Y/n?” – she asked touching your shoulder. Unable to form any words you kept trying to catch your breath. – “Fine…” – you told her. – “You sure?” – She asked further. Taking in a deep breath, you hummed with your hands on your hip.

“All fine.” – you reassured her with a soft smile. – “Okay Y/n.” – she replied not pushing any further. You walked over to the campfire, picking up a bottle of water from the cooler (that didn’t work anyway) from beside Glenn. Taking the top off, you started to drink. First a voice came followed by a touch. – “Did you find the toolbox?” – It was Daryl’s voice as he had placed a hand on your hip.

His little touch made your body reflex into wanting to get them off. You jumped forwards, spinning around immediately, some water splashing out of the bottle. Daryl moved his hands up as a reflex. – “Sorry.” – he said looking a bit hurt at you. You exhaled deep once your brain was sure it was Daryl. – “No I’m sorry.” – you told him, approaching him.

“I’m… just a bit… jumpy.” – you went on, closing your water bottle. You laid your arm on his shoulder tilting his chin up with your finger, wanting him to look you in the eye instead of looking away. – “I’m sorry.” – you let him know with clear intentions. To prove to him you were truly sorry, you gave him a kiss. – “You okay?” – Daryl asked as your gaze drifted over your shoulder. Across, your eyes met up with Shane.

He had stopped and was staring. Something about the tightness in his expression making you nervous. Almost as if he was making up scenario’s in his mind. Daryl noticed your absence as he looked beyond you, seeing Shane as well. His first reaction was to look disgusted back at him. Almost murderous as his hand gently pushed you closer to him. – “I’m okay.”- you spoke breaking the contact with Shane.

You started walking taking Daryl’s hand as you pulled him with you. Daryl’s gaze never leaving Shane’s with a threatening look. – “I didn’t find the toolbox.” – you told Daryl while walking off. Daryl gave you his full attention once more, falling in step with you. Daryl and you walked up to the truck. Daryl reached in the trunk, taking out the toolbox. – “Daryl…” – you started, hearing him hum loud as a response.

“Can… can I sleep with you in the camper tonight?” – you asked feeling a bit shy. Daryl turned his posture to you. – “Sure, why?” - he asked curious. – “It’s just… I… I don’t feel like being alone tonight…” – you answered as Daryl threw his arm over your shoulder. – “I got ya Y/n.” – he responded leaving a caring kiss against the temple.

Daryl handed the toolbox to Rick. – “Thanks.” – he said, slapping Daryl against his shoulder. Rick set the toolbox down, kneeling beside it. – “So uhm you and my sister..” – Rick started taking out a wrench. – “Rick!” – you called out embarrassed. Your brother chuckled. – “I was just curious Y/n.” – Rick answered moving his hands up with a smile. – “Uh-hu.” – you hummed out funnily. – “You just want to hear him out.” – you replied.

“I mean if you want me too.” – Rick responded with a chuckle. – “No, I don’t.” – you said giving him a nudge so he almost lost his balance. Rick laughed. – “I just want to get to know the man my sister finds interesting.” – he said embarrassing you. – “Oh shut up.” – you nudged him again to make him stop embarrassing you. – “You know my sister used to be really shy.” – Rick told Daryl.

“Really?” – Daryl looked with surprise at you. Rick hummed loud. – “Used to be afraid to talk to boys.” – he outed. – “I was eleven!” – you called out to justify it. Daryl seemed to find it adorable. – “I mean she hid behind the curtains when Shane came by for the first time.” – Rick continued to tell with a chuckle. – “Shane would make it a game to get you from behind the curtains.”

“You two were stupid teenagers.” – you responded to your brother, remembering it. You remembered very well how Shane would run up to the curtains, tickling you through the thick curtains, just to get you to move from behind them. Teasing you with silly words and pulls on the curtain as you kept pulling it back in front of you, not wanting to engage with a teenage boy. Daryl’s smile had faded, showing a bit of jealousy in his expression.

“Anyways.” – you said loud not wanting to hear more of it. – “I grew out of it.” – you told Rick laying an arm over Daryl. – “You did.” – Rick replied with a warm smile. You nudged Daryl to leave your brother to do his tasks. Glancing to your side, you noticed Daryl actually wanted to ask you something. – “Don’t.” – you let him know.

Daryl simply nodded. He came standing before you, making you stop. – “I’ll have to finish some tasks, see you tonight in the camper?” – he wanted to ask to be certain. You hummed with a nod. Daryl kissed your forehead before taking his leave. Exhaling soft, you turned around to head over to Carol for laundry duty.

Night was falling as you felt exhausted. Muscles sore from handwashing all those clothing. You had just said goodnight to Carl, telling him you’d do a sleepover with him tomorrow. He wanted to have a sleepover with you in the car, but you had already promised Daryl you’d come. Carl seemed satisfied enough with your answer running over to the tent he shared with Rick and Lori. You opened the door to the camper, getting in.

Daryl already laid on the bed or rather self-made sleeping area. With one hand behind his back, he lowered himself. Tapping the empty space beside him whilst laying his head down. You chuckled going over to him. You laid yourself beside him as Daryl moved his arm around you. He snuggled closer to you, settling himself in a good comfortable position. His chin resting against the top of your head. – “My offer still stands.” – he muttered out with closed eyes.

It took you a second to remember which offer till you got it. The running away offer. – “I know…” – you replied moving your head on his chest. Somehow you couldn’t get Shane out of your head, as some things became clearer. Perhaps there has been hints of his behaviour towards you in the past. When you were younger, he always seemed to take an eager interest in you. Why?

“Daryl?” – you said soft expecting an answer, but your answer got replied by soft snoring. Lifting your head up, you wanted to see for sure. He had fallen asleep. Taking a deep breath, you lowered your head on his chest once more. Pulling your knees up to snuggle closer to him. Trying to banish the demons from your head.

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kamiversee · 3 days

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Poll time! :)

Consider this an official masterlist for my upcoming works!

The F*ck List was a wonderful story to complete & I’m excited to write another sooo, take a look through these & lmk which one you’d like me to focus on next! :3

My Love Note (Choso x f!reader vs Gojo x f!reader)

In which your innocent crush on the cheeky cashier Gojo Satoru slowly swirls into something more complicated as his feelings for you are never clear. Then, in the midst of your complications, there’s your hating best friend Choso Kamo who also beings to act differently toward you.

F*ck The List (TFL Sequel) (the title is subject to possibly change)

A continued tale in which the truth of why you were forced to be a whore comes into the light.

The Better Brother (Guitarist!Choso x f!reader vs Boxer!Sukuna x f!reader)

When a night of drinking with your friends turns into a conversation about your nonexistent sex-life, you say you slept with the most random name to come to mind-- never expecting him to walk through the door moments later. Naturally, things only worsen for you when you eventually learn that this man is connected to your longtime unrequited crush.

Be My Cowboy (Cowboy!Gojo x f!reader)

A love story in which you fall for the infamous cowboy Gojo Satoru whose job was to protect you.

Sex For Business (The “Office” men of JJK x f!reader)

When you’re the epitome of sex-appeal, it’s easy for you to dominate the business world. Or at least, that was until you come across a specific company harder to climb to the top than others. Man after man– you know how to use and seduce them no problem. But for some reason, the men here are a bit more challenging than ones in the past. Especially the man whose position your arrival threatens; Nanami Kento.

Chase The Thrill (Geto x f!reader & Toji x f!reader)

By your senior year of College, you come to the realization that you’ve yet to experience even half of what you wished to within your College experience. This is to blame of your toxic older ex-boyfriend Toji Fushiguro, who was your first and only ever boyfriend that stripped you of all fun you wished to have. So when you decide to go out one night to live it up a little and somehow end up playing seven-minutes in heaven with some hot stranger, you don’t expect the name to show you an entirely new world in the most cliche way imaginable.

Not My Resident (Vampire!JJK Men x f!reader)

A JJK fanfic that takes place in the alternate universe of “Not My Neighbor”-- you knew they were doppelgängers but you didn’t care, they were hot. Plus, their human forms never batted an eyelash at you so, what’s so wrong with letting a few of them inside… of you.

No Strings Attached (Ino Takuma x f!reader)

According to others, fake dating your best friend always leads to a real relationship and eventual heartbreak but, you and Ino swore you two could pull it off with no real feelings involved.

Petals to Thorns (R. Shidou x f!reader & Sae x f!reader)

From young and innocent love to something complicated and ugly, Shidou Ryusei takes you to hell and back just to say those three stupid words to you. Then there’s Itoshi Sae who sweeps you off your feet the very second Shidou fucks up; who would you pick in the end?

Suck or Fuck (Vampire!JJK Men x f!reader)

They don’t call you the best detective around for no reason. While your methods may be a bit… unorthodox, people can’t say they don’t work. Human or Vampire, you always get your job done. So when crime rates in your city skyrocket; murders occurring around you, kidnappings, theft, and blatant Vampire attacks threaten your job– you make it your mission to get to the bottom of things... even if that involves sleeping with your suspects.

After the results of this poll, I’ll narrow it down to a top 5 and do another one since this is quite a long list! The winning fic will be my next focus after I finish all the whatif’s for TFL.

#kamiversee #kamiversee!answers #the f*ck list #jjk x reader #tfl!poll

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eomayas · 11 months

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new thing (pt.1) • pcy

pairing: chanyeol x f reader, age gap

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

synopsis: reader begins a sexual relationship with an older man who happens to be the friend of a man her best friend babysits for.

warnings: big d*ck yeol, riding, praise, ~10 year age gap

“oh my god, is that mr. kim?” you best friend, seulgi, screeches, grabbing your arm and stopping in her tracks. you follow her line of sight to a table of five men, her boss dead center. “oh my god, what if he sees me?” she says, looking at you with wide eyes.

you shrug. “so what? it’s not like you’re working,” you try to reason, but she’s frantically shaking her head.

“i babysit his kids! he can’t see me dressed like a slut,” she says, and you snicker. neither of you have enough clothes on to even make a full body suit. “let’s go the other way.” she says, and you let her pull you around the backside of the bar to get to the actual bar counter. every few moments, she keeps looking over your shoulder to check that he hasn’t seen her.

“seul, relax. you’re not even doing anything wrong. he’s chill” you say, thanking the bartender when they slide your drink across the counter. seulgi shrugs, taking a sip of her drink. you’ve met mr.kim and his wife before, and they’re really nice people, and didn’t have a problem with you hanging out with seulgi while she babysat their children.

“i mean, yeah,” she starts. “but, i don’t know, i don’t want him to see me like this. its like getting caught with your pants down.” she finishes, and you roll your eyes, because it’s not even that big of a deal. yes, neither of you are dressed appropriately for running into any respectable adult, but its a saturday night, and you’re both young.

you turn to look at his table, and make eye contact with one of the men sitting around him. he holds your gaze for a beat, a small smirk on his face, before you blush and turn around, taking a gulp of you drink and ignoring the burn of your throat. “you should probably go say hi,” you tell her, kind of selfishly. she should at least say hi, but you also want to get close to that man.

seulgi frowns at you. “why?” and when you only shrug in response, she rolls her eyes at the realization. “who did you see?” she asks, and you can’t help but giggle.

“third from mr. kim, on the left,” you say without turning around. you see seulgi pretend to scope out the room, watching as her expression morphs from a squint to sheer sonic.

“fuck! oh my god, he saw me!” she cries, turning back to you. because she’s panicked, you keep your smile to yourself and slide off of the bar stool. “fuck, fuck, fuck! this is all your fault!” she moans, dropping her head onto your bare shoulder.

you push her off and link your arm through hers. “you are literally being so dramatic. it’s just mr. kim, you can always babysit somebody else’s kids,” you try and she glares at you. you glance across the room at their table, and you make eye contact with another one of his friends. they’re expecting you both to come over. “we have fans waiting for us. cmon, girl.” you say, downing the rest of your drink and encouraging her to do the same.

you two walk over, arm in arm, and you start to feel slightly nervous when 5 pairs of eyes are watching you walk toward them. you make eye contact with the man from earlier again, and watch his eyes roam your figure, lingering on your thighs before dragging down to your feet and going back up. he leans back in his chair, and you look away from him, un phased with the attention.

“hey, seulgi!” mr. kim says, standing up from his chair to give her a hug. you can tell she feels insanely awkward hugging her boss in such little clothes, but it’s brief and he’s back in his chair before you can blink. “hello, y/n.” he says, nodding his head at you. you smile and wave, and try not to put your gaze back on the man from earlier, but it’s getting harder by the second. you can feel his eyes on you.

mr. kim introduces (and reintroduces) the four men to you and seulgi: minseok, junmyeon, baekhyun, and chanyeol. chanyeol is the one who’s been eyeing you all night, and you don’t mind it one bit. you shake everybody’s hand, and when you get to the man of the hour, you make sure to smile at him sweetly and lean forward a bit. you knew you knew your strengths, and you also knew that you were not going home alone tonight.

you and seulgi manage to get comfortable in the group of men, and take one shot with them when baekhyun suggests it. you all click the shot glasses together, and down it, only you and seulgi being the ones to drink it in one go. “oh, to be twenty-two,” junmyeon jokes, earning laughs from the other men. you set the glass down and look over at chanyeol, and let yourself take him in, he’s wearing all black; black jeans, a black button up, and black shoes that look very expensive. a gold chain is visible around his neck, but its tucked under his shirt so it is only visible due to the first three buttons being undone.

he feels eyes on him, and looks over at you. you’re shameless in your ogling, wanting him to know that you want him. he motions for you to come close to him, and you scoot your chair over, leaning forward. one of your legs is between both of his, caging you in between him. “what are you drinking?” he asks, his voice deep and raspy. you put a hand on his knee as you tell him, and he stands up, pulling you with him. you two leave in the direction of the bar, without a goodbye, only throwing a look at seulgi over your shoulder.

chanyeol leads you to the bar and orders two drinks; one for you and one for him. you take a seat on the stool while he leans against the counter, facing you. “how old are you?” you blurt. he chuckles at this, which makes you feel better.

“how old do i look?” he asks, a playful smile on his face. you pretend to think hard, humoring him, before delivering your answer.

“thirty?”

“thirty-one,” he corrects and you raise your eyebrows. ten years isnt that bad, right? it won’t feel like ten when you are older, of course, but it really isn't that bad. “is that old?” he asks, taking out a few bills and putting them on the counter when the bartender sets your drinks in front of you both.

“no,” you reply, taking your drink and clinking the glasses against each other. “just older than im used to, i guess.” you say, keeping your eyes on him as you take a drink.

chanyeol lets out a small chuckle. “you got a boyfriend, y/n?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. you shake your head and then avert your eyes to his left hand. no ring.

somewhere between the drinks and the flirting, you and chanyeol ended up stumbling outside and into his car. nobody was driving, no. there was a different agenda happening, which is how you end up on top of him in the front seat of his black corvette. you're thankful for the darkness of the sky and his tinted windows, because what you're doing is practically straight out of a porno.

chanyeols large hands grip your thighs tightly as you bounce up and down on his dick rhythmically, occasionally holding onto the dash or behind you, or the ceiling of the car, for support. "fuck, y/n," he groans, his head thrown back and his neck on display. you lean forward and start kissing on his neck, rolling your hips into his. "shit, you're tight. you're taking me so well." he says, one hand moving to the small of your back. you appreciate the praise, because getting used to him took way longer than it ever has--in fact, this is the only time you've ever really had to adjust to someones size. you're taking his dick like a champ.

"ch-chanyeol, fuck!" you cry out, holding onto his shoulder with one hand and the ceiling with the other. chanyeol opens his eyes and looks up at you, bringing his hand up to your jaw to pull you closer to him. you allow chanyeol to pull you into a sloppy kiss, and whimper in pleasure when he drags his hand from your jaw to your throat, and takes a loose but firm hold on you.

you bounce on him until the coil in your stomach tightens and then snaps, and you’re creaming all over him, head thrown back and moans leaving your mouth. but he hasn’t come yet, so he grabs your head and holds it against his shoulder as he drives his hips upwards and into you, careful not to knock your head against the roof of the car.

“f-fuck!” he groans, panting and gasping as he continues to fuck into you. you kiss at his neck, not leaving any marks like he asked when you first got in the car, but you so badly want to bite and suck on his skin.

chanyeol grips your ass as he pulls you up and down on him, and when his grip tightens enough to leave handprints, you know he’s close. “y/n, shit,” he groans, and you connect your lips to his, tongues clashing as he releases into the condom, his hips stilling. you practically deflate on top of him and he supports you by wrapping a muscular arm around your waist.

you pull away from his mouth and look down at him, a small smile spreading across your lips when you see the look in his face. he wears a lopsided smirk, and his eyes are low.

this certainly won’t be the last time you see him, not with dick like that.

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bitethedustfools · 8 months

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New sagau idea?

This is my first time posting something on tumblr but I just wanna say that I'm getting tired of seeing the imposter! sagau au where the player/creator is so forgiving once they were declared innocent and not the imposter or something like that.

The eldritch one was good but kinda expecting to go to the dark territory. The yandere one is kinda okay but need more spicy with the creator personality. The one with letter is wholesome in a way but I'm a picky person and the player's personality is just not to my taste.

So uh, I'm just gonna drop some ideas to spice some new inspiration or something. Apologize if these aus/ideas already exist.

Indifferent god/player

You play the game to pass time, you don't even bother speaking, only staying silent the whole duration and maybe murmuring some dissapointing things on the characters when they don't reach your expectation. The characters designs are nice and maybe the personality but you don't give a damn about them. You probably don't read their story or voiceline or something. But anyway, whether they have sobs story or not, you already have enough and don't care as well.

Almost everything bore you and the only thing that keep you going is the curiousity for the ending so you tried to level up and give them the best artifacts so you can speed run or something.

Once you are inside the game, the first thing you do is sigh loudly.

You dont know who the hell is the creator they speak of that finally arrived in Teyvat cause your day is ruined from being approached by the characters who won't leave you alone. (You got that divine presence and distant looks in your eyes that made them tremble with realisation when in fact you're just annoyed with them, never giving them a single glance. "out of sight, out of mind")

You are the Watcher of Teyvat, the God of all Gods and you are finally descending to Teyvat which you create "lovingly" with your bare hands. (Not that you know about that)

Now the characters feeling towarda you can be varies. The characters may be feeling grateful because you helped them getting stronger which may lead to stronger devotion.

Your hurtful comments back in your previous world sometimes drove them insane which may lead them feeling desperate and insecure, ashamed and upset as well as letting their self confidence dwindled. Sometimes they questioned themselves why aren't they abandoned yet and why are they gifted with powerful artifacts instead? So lots misunderstandings here.

The Archons probably go crazy trying to figure out how to please you. Wanting to be by your side and show you how Teyvat came to be under their rule and after that. Use them however you wish, the rules of Teyvat bend to your will and all will act according to you. Maybe that's why their gnoses is in the form of chess pieces? For you to play and use with?

The Fatui harbingers probably have complicated feelings about you. But most probably are upset that you don't give a damn about them or glad that what they are doing doesn't offended you in the slightest and encouraging what they are doing because they thought you have no problem with what they are doing.

Can go yandere route I guess but none what the characters did will ever entered your eyes because you don't give a f*ck about them. Period. No feelings or heart to heart talk.

2) Introvert simping god/player

You are a Genshin Impact lover. You buy every merchandise possible and owned so many of their cosplay. You are probably the top 5 best genshin gamer and made some theories judging by what the game had shown you. No characters can escape your gushing as praises bullet out of your mouth. Nothing in the game could escape you cause you love them so much.

Unfortunately, as much as you love them from the roots of their hair to their fine shoes and the blackest and goodest of hearts, you don't want to be in their world.

Because you are an introvert and a simp! These combinations can't be good if you are to meet one of them!

The solution? Hide.

Needless to say, your ability to become one with the background unintentionally shut off your heavenly divine presence. You became the world's best hider, no Fatui could ever catch a glimpse of your shadow nor an Adeptus nor Archons. Always a game of mouse and cats yet theres no progress in catching the skittish mouse.

You refuse to meet them and can only look from a far. Staring with awe when they fought or walk or talk or whatever they do. It's like seeing an idol in a way.

In short, you're a stalker.

When they learn about how you look like, every place is not safe anymore. Everyone is looking for you, eager to meet you. But not you. By the power of cosplay, it's easy to avert meeting them.

And now, you are not the only world's best hider but the world's best at disguising themself as well.

3) Eldritch god/player

What if Teyvat is only one and the players is many? When you descend to Teyvat, some said you are tall, some said you are short and others said you are a male and another the opposite sex. They even said your hair was curly and black but the other refuted, saying yours was wavy and blonde.

Introducing you. A god who is all yet one individual. A god whose everything changes from one person to another's respectives. Sometimes the same person see you in a different appearance which confused many.

Your whole being is unpredictable, sometimes you're upset and then happy and then angry, all in the blink of a moment. even your accents changes, following the tongue of the one who is speaking currently.

Sometimes, when the feeling is getting intense, mostly anger, the face(s) morph into something horrible as if it couldn't decide which face(s) to take (or was it these players are feeling the same thing at once?) or what language to speak, resulting in gibberish words falling out your many mouth(s). Your eyes however are staring at the cause of your feelings, (enemy? the one that hurts you? experiment purpose?) All varieties of colours ranging from hazelnut to black.

The Archons are regal and full of divine aura, beautiful and something worthy to behold and worship.

But you are a different existence, leaning toward the dark and gory side than the Archons or the whole Teyvat.

But you are still a god, the God of all Gods.

Are you worthy to be loved and worshipped and to be behold?

Yes? No?

You're not you and you're also not them. Yet you are you and you are them.

Acceptance and violence, you have no problem to choose.

The feelings of the many you(s) are distorted and cannot be comprehend.

#genshin sagau #genshin impact #self aware genshin #ideas #sagau #sagau x reader #obsession #yandere

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slut4sugu · 10 months

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— 𝐒𝐎𝐒. 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 !

─── . ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀ ♡ SOME WORDS FROM KAM: I just want to thank all of your for 100+ followers! It has been so much fun writing for you all and I greatly appreciate the support! So now I hope you all enjoy this milestone event!!

─── . ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀ ♡ SOME WARNINGS: some of these works will have mature content so minors Dni! I will label the ones that are sfw and nsfw, happy reading and thank you all so much again!

Here is SZA’s full SOS album in case you wanna listen to it however you want </3

NO.1 - SOS.

MDNI !

I CAN DO YOU BETTER [feat!] hobie brown

Lyrics : bestfriend!hobie x black fem reader, readers ex on the phone, fingering, hobie being evil </3, use of names like: doll, pretty thing, princess, cunnilingus, cursing, mentions of weed and alcohol use, bit of a slow burn

Summary: Your bestfriend hobie comforts you after getting broken up over the phone with your ex, and gives you the treatment you’ve always deserved.

NO. 2 - KILL BILL.

MDNI !

Come Back Darlin feat! [feat!] rue Bennett

Lyrics : ex!rue x fem!black reader, mentions smoking, makeout session, rue being slightly sappy, thigh riding, being almost caught by Gia, fluff at the end </3, cursing

Summary: you broke up with rue because her addiction was too concerning and you felt as though she would never change no matter what you said to her. After an argument you broke up, though as weeks then months passed rue started to realized your her drug. The strongest there fuckin is.

NO. 3 - SEEK & DESTROY.

BULLSEYE [feat!] assassin Toji x fem!black reader

Lyrics: Toji being hot as usual, reader having to treat his scars, suggestiveness, fluff, use of the name: doll, pretty, baby, princess, ma, toji being a sweetheart, use of guns, cursing.

Summary: you didn’t know what toji specifically did for work until you started to put pieces together, the excessive guns, weaponry, especially the scars. Then one night your boyfriend of 2 years sat you down an told you everything.

NO. 4 - LOW.

SHOW OFF [ feat!] 42!miles x fem!blackreader

Lyrics: miles being protective of you as per usual, jealousy themes, cursing, rio being suspicious, slight angst then fluff, reader being worried for miles, miles spoiling reader, slight suggestiveness

Summary: you found out that miles was the prowler, and assured him you would still want to be with him despite what he does as a ‘job’. But because you know he makes your relationship a secret, so that not even uncle Aron would know.

NO. 5 - SMOKING ON MY EX PACK.

MDNI !

F*CK OFF [ feat!] suna x fem!black reader

Lyrics: atsumu being a dick, angst to fluff, smoking, stoner suna, skipping school, alottt of cursing, fighting between atsumu n suna, suna being a sweetheart to reader, cheating themes, mentions of a abusive relationship between atsumu and reader

Summary: After a long awaited break up with a toxic atsumu, you struggle to love yourself again. So your old friend comes to ease your mental pain, and real ease some tension.

NO. 6 GOOD DAYS.

MDNI !

MY HEART [ feat!] ? x fem!black reader (it’s a surprise <33)

Lyrics: ? being an absolute sweetheart, use of vibrator, slight age gap, reader is in her late 20’s and ? is in her early 30’s, cunnilingus, edging, aftercare, use of names: Honey, princess, sweetheart, baby

Summary: ? met you one day at a concert and couldn’t take her eyes off your cute outfit for the whole show, after getting your insta, meet ups begin to happen in discreet locations and reserved buildings before turning into stays in her penthouse.

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reqxxyt · 1 year

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the best man

pairings: pierre g. x f!reader

warnings: pierre being a f*ck boy, past charles and charlotte relationship, cursing

masterlist requests are open!

[unedited] wc: 3.3k

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When your best friend, Charlotte told you she was getting married you were excited for her, immediately asking if you were going to be the maid of honor. She only nodded eagerly with a bright smile and you got giddy already envisioning her dream wedding she had been talking about since she was 5. But then she told you who was going to be the best man at the wedding.

Pierre Gasly.

You really should’ve assumed that it would turn out to be him, considering he and Charles had always been so close, but you were upset nonetheless. You only gave Charlotte a small frown but she knew exactly what you were thinking, already knowing of you and Pierre's difficult relationship.

You first met him at a party and even before you could properly introduce yourself, or rather be introduced to him by Charlotte he came up to you trying to flirt his way through and showing clear disinterest didn’t push him away. You grew tired of his inflamed ego, hating him since the beginning for how cocky he was, always bragging about the model he had gotten with the past week.

“Please just get along with him for the next couple of months. For me?” Charlotte begged you as she was trying on some dresses. You weren’t the one who brought him into the conversation but rather her reporter friend who seemed to be interested in Pierre. You didn’t reply, shrugging at her request and making her frown which only made you feel guilty as you finally just nodded your head not trying to make her stressed anymore than she already was.

“I won’t try anything as long as he doesn’t,” you said, pointing your finger at her before giving her a thumbs-up about the dress. You sat on the couch, watching her try on dresses for the next couple of hours giving comments every so often along with other bridesmaids that all held excited expressions.

The bridesmaids decided for their dresses on a light pink, silky dress with spaghetti straps that had a long cut lapping over your thigh. You didn’t complain about it, it was cute, but far too tight on your upper body. You only nodded along to the other girls, feeling the most quiet out of all of them.

It was almost exactly the same for the plan of the bachelorette party, the other girls deciding on practically everything as you leaned back against the couch barely listening to a word they said, just nodding along. Charlotte took notice of your quiet nature, trying to at first getting you engaged but your lack of attempting to, had her stop and letting you be quiet and alone at times when you needed to.

Then came the rehearsal dinner, you got ready, wearing a comfortable light purple dress, complementing the tone of your skin as it sat right above your knees, barely showing much skin of your thighs. You arrived at the place, a small venue following everyone as they went inside. You noticed the lack of presence of Pierre as you sat closest to Charlotte where your name was placed knowing Pierre would have to sit in front of you.

“Where is Pierre?” asked Charlotte instead of you, worry in her tone. Charles shrugged as he sat down, kissing her cheek, and rubbing her back as she pursed her lips before putting on her warm, welcoming smile. Without Pierre, you all started, explaining how the entrance would happen and when the practice session would begin.

“Sorry for being so late” you heard in the middle of drinking your water. Familiar enough, you lifted your head at him, catching his eyes and immediately reciprocating his charming smile with a glare as he said hello to both the groom and bride, giving them both a kiss on the cheek. He finally sat down and you took a deep breath not sure what to expect but already annoyed with him just by being late.

“Why are you so late?” your annoyed tone couldn’t be ignored and he took a bite of his food before replying,

“Something came up” You only hummed and spotted Charlotte giving you a warning look causing you to avert your eyes back to your food not looking to make an argument about it over dinner.

Then the doors opened to a bridesmaid, with slightly messed up hair, dress being terribly adjusted as she was apologizing profusely. You faced back to Pierre, seeing his smirk grow as the girl sat next to you making you roll your eyes at his expression trying to ignore how obvious the situation was.

Both Charles and Charlotte tried to salvage the scene, seeing how awkward it had become but you didn’t speak a word the entire evening refusing to speak to Pierre.

“Rather ignore me, princess?” his teasing smile behind you could be heard from a mile as he caught up to you before you could get to your car, blocking the entrance as you attempted to exit the place.

“Then talk to you? Of course” sarcastically smiling, he mocked a hurt expression as your arms came to wrap around your waist, crossing them over your chest slowly getting more annoyed.

“But you’ll have to deal with me for another month,” he said, leaning in to appear more intimidated but you didn’t dare back down. “I doubt you’ll be able to resist me by then”

“Not everyone is into you, Pierre” Your tongue rolled off his name and at that he looked down at your lips, wanting you to say it again. To repeat it over and over, for the way you pronounced it made his own heart leap. You leaned in closer, almost touching noses, leaning back after whispering “Now get off my car before you cause a dent in it”

He finally listened to you, leaning away before walking off, you tried to calm down your racing heart hating how your body reacted when near him but your mind and vocals wanted to shout at him for being a prick.

The day of the bachelorette party, the girls went to a club and you only tagged along for the sight. Drank very little and sat on the booth as you observed the other girls having the time of their lives dancing to the rhythm of the music making an attempt to bring all the attention onto the future bride.

“Not a party person?” you heard a voice sit in front of you. You looked at them, only being able to partically depict his face. You gave a small smile, shaking your head asking sarcastically “Is it that obvious?”

“A little” he chuckled before asking, “so why come?”

“It's my friend's bachelorette and as her maid of honor. I have to go everywhere but have a say in nothing” you said shrugging and he finally spotted Charlotte, standing out wearing a tiara that the other girls hated but only you and Charlotte understood the meaning behind it.

“You have a date for this wedding?” he was shooting his shot having spotted you the second he walked in, already interested in your quiet nature. You thought about it for a moment, wondering if it would be worth the headache but it definitely (hopefully) would get Pierre off your back, so you shook your head, leaning in before asking

“Would you like to be my date?” And he immediately smiled at your question, nodding his head. He offered his phone to you and you typed in your number handing it back to him with a small smile feeling your cheeks grow a light shade of pink. He left noticing the group of girls coming forward.

“Who was that?” Charlotte asked as the other girls followed behind with a couple of drinks, she teased you with a smile and you only chuckled thinking to yourself how he might’ve been intimidated by the group.

“My date to the wedding,” you said barely audible with the music booming in the background, she smiled widely while some of the other girls looked confused but you brushed it off.

The day of the wedding started off with Charlotte being the first up, having to drag you out of the hotel room that you two shared from the night before. She didn’t want to risk the chances of having Charles spot her on the wedding day and she dragged you along the idea of it.

You were planned to be the first one to get ready, alongside Charlotte who was rambling about how nervous she was.

“What if the flowers wither?” She asked, hand over her mouth as she gasped. The questions getting more ridiculous, and you laughed before reassuring her about it.

“If anything bad happens, I’ll be the first to know” you comforted and she finally let out a deep sigh thankful that you were here. You suddenly heard a knock at the door a couple of minutes after the hairdresser finished your style. Thinking it was the other girls you got up to open it only to see Pierre leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk growing with the sight of you in a silked robe in front of him, looking you up and down.

“What are you doing here?” you asked closing the door slightly so he wouldn’t be able to spot the bride getting her makeup ready. The corners of his lips lifting up, already starting to get you irritated,

“Charles wanted me to check up on you two,” he said and you narrowed your eyes wondering if he was telling you the truth before finally giving in.

“She’s doing fine,” you said and he waited for you to continue but you only gave him a strange look.

“How are you doing?” he seemed genuinely curious, standing up straight.

“Fine as well” Your words slowed down waiting for him to leave now that he has received the information but instead he pulled you out of the room, pinning you against the wall. A sharp intake of breath entering you system, already feeling your heart stop at the minimal space Pierre provided, “What are you doing, Pierre?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the way you said his name. He fluttered his eyes open, asking in a soft tone “Why do you hate me so much?”

You stood shocked for a moment, that question not being on your expectations list. “What?” you asked, dumbfounded.

“Why do you hate me so much?” he repeated, leaning in slightly, testing out the limits.

“The first time we met, you tried getting with me like you do with every other girl,” you explained in a calm tone, having to look up because of the difference in height. You leaned in closer, being only a couple of inches away before whispering “I’m not one of your whores, Pierre”

He ignored the rapid pulse you sent him, again, say it again, he thought. “You’re right, you’re not,” he said, leaning into your ear as he whispered “But I don’t mind the chase” before leaning away, walking to Charles's hotel room. Meanwhile, you took in a deep breath finally feeling your heart pound against you.

“You okay?” one of the bridesmaids asked who had barely arrived, looking over at you who held a pale expression. You shook your head trying to gather back your thoughts before you nodded assuring her you were fine.

It was finally nearing. The wedding ceremony was only in half an hour and you tried your best to adjust everything, including having to reassure Charlotte that everything was going to be fine for the hundredth time. You stood behind the doors of the church, seeing Pierre right in front of you on the other side ready whenever the doors would open but now every time you made eye contact with him, you couldn’t help but your heart skip a beat before racing a mile.

“5 minutes,” the wedding planner informed, a telling to get you all situated, everyone linked hands with their partner as you hesitated before having Pierre wrapped his arms around yours. Your senses had now somehow increased, you could smell the expensive cologne he almost never wore, your ears had to have been ringing, your mouth felt suddenly dry, and your sense of touch had heightened, getting goosebumps by the near touch of him.

“You look pretty” he whispered, complementing you as he finally faced you but you couldn’t do the same only being able to say “You look- you cleaned yourself up well”. He only chuckled at your response liking the way you stumbled over your words, feeling your own cheeks heat up thanking your makeup designer for applying blush so it wouldn’t make much of a difference. The doors finally opened and you two started walking in sync, just like you had practiced.

You spotted the guy you had invited, the name was Lucah you were half sure. He gave you a wave and you only smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed. Pierre had noticed as well, not sure how you two knew each other but ready to ask the moment he could. The two of you separated and stood at either side of the stage. Charlotte came out and immediate applause erupted as people stood up, you glanced at Charles seeing his eyes start to water and you could only feel happiness for your best friend as she walked up allowing the ceremony to begin.

The ceremony only lasted an hour and then came pictures. While the guests came to congratulate the couple, Pierre stood next to you, inching slowly closer before finally breaking the silence between you two,

“You invited someone?” he let his curiosity get the better of him no longer being able to withstand the idea of you with someone else.

“You noticed?” your lips broke out into a teasing smile taking a simple glance of him.

“How could I not? You were practically flirting with each other across the room” he faced you, making lingering eye contact before continuing, “Rather unprofessional, don’t you think?”

You scoffed at his comment, “You being late to the dinner rehearsal to fuck a bridesmaid was rather unprofessional, no?” bringing back the rehearsal dinner was a low but necessary blow, dropping Pierres smile before he picked it back up, a teasing one, mirroring yours.

“Are you jealous?” this made your eyebrows furrow, glancing at the couple of the spotlight for a second before looking back, stepping a bit closer subconsciously.

“Of who? The girl or you?” you paused, mocking him as you said making sure not to be too loud, “yes, Pierre I wish for you to whisk me away only to leave me in the dust. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Something like that would be nice” his smile only growing and you scoffed, walking away to meet up with your date having already spotted him a while ago but too busy to walk forward.

“You look gorgeous” he complimented you, you only smiled with a thank you. You were about to start a conversation when Charlotte called you for pictures, you gave him an apologetic look but he only brushed it off asking with hope “I’ll see you at the reception?”

You nodded, sending a final smile before you headed back to the group. You glanced at Pierre who stood glaring at the back of the guy, before turning to you softening his gaze but you only gave him a strange look before heading back to the couple with Pierre following close behind you.

Taking the pictures didn’t take long but all throughout you noticed the lingering gazes and long touches by Pierre who made an effort to get your attention,

For the party, the seating arrangements were different from rehearsal having Pierre be beside you instead of in front of you. The two of you were silent while eating, drinking some expensive wine the entire time.

Music started playing, and all the couples got up and danced. You took a glance at the other side, spotting Lucah seeing him walk up to you but Pierre took notice of it as well, suddenly sitting up, grabbing your hand, getting ready to ask but instead came Lucah asking if you wanted to dance. With a smile, you said yes and removed your hand from Pierre's grasp and replaced it with Lucahs.

The song was an upbeat one, sending your body excitement, slowly gathering looser while dancing with the man in front of you, giggles being let out. Pierre watched you before he grew annoyed and looked around hoping to find someone else, except this time it didn’t work. His usual plan of replacing you from his thoughts didn’t function as he tried to look for someone.

Instead, he went up to the DJ and asked for a slow song after this one, he nodded and gave him time to walk up to you.

“Is it alright if I steal her for a minute?” Pierre asked the guy who had stolen the attention of the one he longed for. Lucah looked at you for a second, you just nodded and he left thinking you two had just been friends.

Pierre wrapped his arms around your waist the second the slow song started and you took it in for a second, realizing his plan as you wrapped your arms around his neck following along.

“What are you planning, Pierre?” you still asked, he gave you a small smile as you analyzed his features.

“Want me to be honest?” he asked and you just glared at him for asking such a stupid question. “I plan on making you like me. To have you in my arms by the end of the night, as my own and me yours”

His words sent shivers down your spine, not actually expecting him to say something like that. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Pierre?” taking to notice his reaction each time you would say his name.

“You're catching onto me, aren’t you princess?” he leaned in, quick flicker at your lips before traveling back to your eyes. “How whenever you would say my name, I want you to repeat it, I want you to shout it a million times never growing tired of it”

“Pierre” you repeated a slow uplift of your lips, making him smile. Foreheads beginning to touch. “Pierre” you whispered, almost feeling the music behind you start to decrease in volume. “I don’t think I ever hated you”

“And I only wanted your attention” he confessed, noses starting to touch. “I never knew how to deal with someone I actually wanted to get to know. I tried the same way but you’re different from the others”

“I’ll take that as a compliment but I pushed you farther,” you said, starting to lean away but his arms held you close.

“Would you like for us to start over?” he suggested, hoping you would agree to the idea.

“Hello, my name is Y/n. What is yours?” you asked a bit embarrassed, trying to hide your rosy cheeks. He only chuckled before saying

“Hello, my name is Pierre and I am deeply enamored with you,”, leaning in closer.

“Pierre, what an interesting name” you whispered against his lips, grazing yours with his own, before finally closing the gap. Feeling your lips against his sent sparks to either side, being able to taste the white wine against his tongue contrasting to your red one, and your thoughts flooded only of him in the moment, before you two pulled away.

You two left not too long after, him whisking you to his hotel room, pushing you against the door the second you two entered, and sloppy drunk kisses as you made your way to the bed. He pushed for you to sit down on the edge, kissing you slowly wanting to savor the moments.

“I’m not a fan of one-night stands,” you said against his lips, he only nodded saying in return

“For you, I am not either”

#pierre gasly #f1 #f1 x you #f1 reader #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x y/n #reader insert #formula 1 #pierre gasly x reader #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly imagine #fluff

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ryotono · 1 year

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Hashiras/Pillars reacting to a [Y/N] having three husband's (like uzui, but inverse u got lol)

Ft. Giyuu and Sanemi (I'll probably do more after!)

The reader here is Gender Neutral, Enjoy! ;)

yes I got u 3 hubbies hehe

Satoshi is your calmest husband, the serious one, but kind and patient. He's probably the one who does all the housework while you work as Hashira. (malewife supremacy)

Eiji is your loudest husband, the easily irritable one, but is a crybaby inside. He always offers to accompany you on your travels. (Outside he's: idc Inside he's: pls [y/n] don't leave me)

Ichiro is your most affectionate husband, probably the most emotional one too. He is always the first one to run towards you whenever you come home. ( He and Eiji sometimes cry together because they miss you)

In your last mission, you had to travel north after a report about a demon terrorizing the town, not much later you have been summoned by master Ubuyashiki to a Pillars meeting. Obviously you go without complaining, but you're already missing your husbands, just imagining getting home and being cuddled by the three melt your heart. It's been a long 5 weeks.

In the meeting, after master Ubuyashiki appears and y'all bow, everyone starts reporting they missions, and when it was your turn...

The suddenly crash in your left and loud voices, make you silent. Looking in that direction you see your three husbands, Ichigo and Eiji screaming in your direction and Satoshi trying everything to stop them.

Well, that's was unexpected.

- Giyuu was just staring at the floor after reporting, waiting for the meeting finish.

- The loud noise got him scared for a second.

- Looking at the commotion, he noticed three unknown people, and you walking towards them after excusing yourself.

- At first he thought they are you friends or family.

- Seeing you kissing the forehead of the crying one, he thinks that probably your husband and your brothers

- But then you caress the face of one them, and holds the hand of another crying one.

- Giyuu is lost

"Seems you have company [Y/N], who are?" Master Ubuyashiki asks after his daughters describe the scene to him.

"These are my husband master" You answer.

"We apologize for the sudden intrusion master Ubuyashiki, and for the wall"

"Wall?" Giyuu ask himself.

- He notices the huge hole made in the wall by your husbands

- Giyuu is even more lost now, not only did he find out you have THREE husbands, they managed to break down a wall in seconds after hearing your name.

- After the meeting, he ends up finding you and your husbands, Satoshi once more is apologizing for interrupting.

- In the end, Giyuu ends up joining you to eat (Ichigo insist in giving him some Ohagi)

- WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK?

- Just some strange people invaded the Hashira Meeting AND interrupt Master Ubuyashiki? Sanemi is PISSED.

- After the meeting he goes after you and your husbands.

- He finds you outside the Ubuyashiki mansion talking, you seem to be scolding two of them.

- He walks towards you with heavy steps, and you seem to listen to him.

"Ah, hey Shinazugawa"

"Are you some kind of idiot?"

"What? - You ask"

"Who do you think you are to let these people walking in the Master Mansion?"

"Why do you care? We already apologized to master Ubuyashiki and paid for the broken wall. - You say defending your husbands. One of them growls in Sanemi's direction"

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, YOU CAN'T JUST LET THEM COME AND INTERRUPT A MEETING"

- Sanemi started screaming at you, at your husbands and even the rock y'all are near.

- And you four just stay there listing here talking about whatever he's talking. Probably about "your stupidity" and "the stupidity of your husbands" and "and why Eiji shouldn't use an ax to break a wall".

- He is basically screaming about you and your husbands.

"AND THAT'S WHY YOU SHOULDN'T LEAVE-" Your interrupt him, sighing tired.

"Shinazugawa if you want to be the fourth husband, just ask okay?"

- he stops and only stares at you.

- Yup, you broke him.

I've had this idea for a while, it didn't turn out the way I wanted, but I will try again someday ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

And don't worry! I will make another Hashira/Pillars and [Y/N] soon!

Hope you enjoyed! ^^

[English is actually not my first language so I'm sorry for any misspelling or errors I may have done]

#demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu giyuu #giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyū #demon slayer tomioka #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #water hashira #kny hashira #demon slayer hashira #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny headcanons #kny x reader

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