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5.2 Bucky
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.
Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, toxic plants, mentions of sex.
Word Count: 1.4k
Previously On...: Car sexxxxxxxxxxx!
A/N: Killer headache, not much to say tonight, sorry!
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He wasn’t sure how long the two of them sat there, Major’s head resting peacefully on his chest as they both strove to catch their breath. He’d worried that any additional sex he had with her wouldn’t have lived up to the previous night, and he was amazed that tonight had been even better. The things she’d said to him while she held his dick in her hands. He had no idea he’d be into talk like that, but he’d loved it, loved hearing the filthy words come out of her mouth as she talked about being ruined by the size of his cock.
He opened his eyes when he felt her head move from his chest, and he moved to help lift her off his now flaccid cock. He watched as she reached her small hands down, pulling the used condom off of him and tying it closed, before gently tucking him back into his pants and zipping up his fly and re-doing his belt.
“A little help?” she asked as she readjusted her dress, pulling the front of it back up over her breasts. Bucky carefully reached around to the back of her neck, finding the ties that kept her dress in place, and fastening them securely into a neat bow.
“Damn shame,” Bucky said as Major fixed the front of her dress to make sure she was fully covered once more, “to keep such beautiful tits hidden from the world.”
She snickered and playfully swatted at his chest. “I’m gonna need a little help getting up,” she told him.
Bucky frowned. The last thing he wanted was for her to get up. “You sure you have to, doll?” he asked, running his hands up and down the sides of her waist. “I’m very comfortable right here, so long as you are, and I’m in no hurry to go anywhere.”
“No,” Major said, leaning into his chest again, “I’m quite content where I’m at.”
“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “So, what kind of toppings do you like on your pizza?”
Major looked up at him, laughing at his question. “Pizza? Seriously?”
Bucky nudged her cheek with his nose. “I wanna know everything about you,” he told her. “And if I’m gonna keep seeing you, I need to know the important things, like pineapple on pizza: yes, or no?”
“Wow,” she said, “starting out with the heavy questions, huh?”
“This is critical compatibility stuff, sugar,” he laughed. “I gotta know.”
“No pressure, huh?” she asked him playfully. “Okay, fine– yes, pineapple on pizza.”
“Oh thank god,” said Bucky with a dramatic sigh. “We have a chance.”
They delved into asking each other the most ridiculous ‘getting to know you’ questions they could think of, and Bucky was amazed at just how easy Major was to talk to, how effortlessly the conversation with her flowed. It was growing late, but neither one seemed eager to move, Major still straddling Bucky’s lap in the front seat of Tony’s sports car, arms draped over his shoulders as they sat face-to-face.
“What’s your favorite sub?” he asked with a grin.
“Okay, don’t make fun of me,” she said, smiling up at him, “but I love sweet onion teriyaki chicken, but with lettuce, cucumber, and just, like, a shitload of extra dill pickles, and then smothered in red wine vinegar.”
Bucky made a face. “That sounds disgusting,” he said with a laugh.
Major playfully pushed at his chest. “It’s delicious,” she countered. The tang of the pickles and vinegar mixed with the sweet teriyaki sauce?” She moaned decadently. “So fucking good.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it, doll,” he said.
He felt like he was talking to someone he’d known his entire life, not a woman he’d just met for the first time the night before, and he knew it was too soon, he was getting ahead of himself, but he could picture spending the rest of his life with a girl like her, and being happy doing it.
Back in the ‘40s, the white picket fence and wife with two kids had always been Steve’s dream, not Bucky’s. Bucky had been happy to go out, meet a new girl every night, and say goodbye to them before sunrise the next morning. It wasn’t that he never wanted something more than that, it was just that, with the constant threat of America getting pulled into the war in Europe, knowing that any day could see him drafted and sent overseas, he’d never allowed himself to think of it as a possibility.
But Major? With her, he saw all of that potential future stretched before him.
Bucky’s phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it, preferring instead to ask Major if she was a dog person or a cat person.
“Either, really,” she told him after a moment’s thought. “But if I could only have one? Definitely a cat. They’re so small and snuggly, but also evil little murder babies.”
Bucky’s phone buzzed again.
“Do you need to get that?” Major asked. “Is it, like, Captain America calling to ask for your help in saving the world?”
Bucky snorted. “Hardly,” he said. “We’ve got official coms if he needed to reach me for something like that.”
“Well, okay, then,” Major said, leaning in to kiss along the plane of Bucky’s jaw and along his throat. Bucky groaned.
“You’re gonna get me going again, sugar,” he said as she sucked at the skin on his neck.
“Is that a bad thing?” Major murmured, and Bucky could feel the smile on her lips against his skin.
“Not at all,” he replied. “I’m just warnin’ ya, is all.” His phone buzzed yet again.
“You should check that,” she told him, taking his earlobe into her mouth and gently sucking on it.
“But I’m enjoying myself,” he said with a gasp as she nipped at his jaw. “I’d hate to interrupt you.”
“Who says I have to stop?” Major reached up and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. “Take the call.” She brought her mouth down and began sucking kisses into his collarbone.
“Fuck,” Bucky groaned. “How are you so hot?” He reached down into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone while Major kept up her affectionate administrations to his body. Checking the caller ID, he rolled his eyes when he saw Lily’s contact information on the screen.
“Answer it,” Major offered. “I really don’t mind.” She reached her hand down and began palming him through his pants, all the while continuing to kiss and suck on his neck.
Bucky swallowed. The last thing he wanted on his mind right now was Lily, but given that she’d already called four times in the last five minutes, he figured it might be important. So, he pressed the accept button.
“Hey, Lil, what’s up?” he greeted, trying to keep his tone casual as Major squeezed him through the fabric of his pants.
“Jamie, where are you?” she asked, foregoing any sort of greeting.
“Uh, I told you,” he said, sucking in a breath as Major licked a long stripe up the side of his neck. “I’m out in the–” he had to suck in a breath when Major took his earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it “--the city,” he gasped.
“Well, what are you doing?” Lily asked. Was Bucky imagining things, or was there a trace of suspicion in her voice? But he honestly didn’t care. He just wanted to be off this phone call and focus all of his attention back on Major.
“I already told you what I was doing, Lily,” he told her, shrugging at Major, who gave him a playful, exaggerated pout.
“What time do you think you’ll be home?” she asked him. Bucky sighed, annoyed. Why should he have to report his comings and goings to her constantly?
“I don’t know what time I’ll be home, Lil,” he said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. “You don’t have to keep checking up on me.”
“Tomorrow morning,” Major whispered in Bucky’s ear as she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. “Very late tomorrow morning.” Bucky had to stifle a groan as she rubbed her chest against him.
“What was that?” Lily asked.
“I said ‘why?’ We don’t have set plans.” Bucky wanted off this call so badly.
“I was just wondering,” she said, and Bucky could detect a trace of hurt in her voice.
“Listen, Lil,” he began, “I gotta go, but I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah, sure, Jamie.” He didn’t even wait for her to finish speaking before he hung up.
“Sorry about that,” he said, now able to finally give Major his undivided attention. “Now, where were we?”
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Pile 1- Four of swords, Seven of wands, two of cups and Queen of coins.
So I'm seeing this person will annoy you with how closed off they are. They don't let their emotions show easily, it's hard getting this person to really settle down and be grounded. I don't think this person doesn't ever want to settle down, I think they're just scared of commitment but more specifically love, getting close to someone. Maybe they've been hurt by people before, rather it be an ex who left them feeling guarded or just walls being up because they think how cuel the world is, whatever it may be they feel they have to protect these feelings from everyone, and that will annoy you I'm assuming lol. You might not really understand this person's intentions at first, you might think they're disinterested or you wanting to move the relationship to a more serious level and they could be resistant, really confusing, like you just don't know what this person's next move is. But this energy is really frustrating! Like, either you love me or don't srsly man 😭 I see this person really does want you, they are serious about you and I think that scares them because again they're so closed off and guarded, but they really do worship you. They might think you're also out of their "league" I'm hearing, there could be some insecurities around their ego as well.
I'm mostly picking up on that and not much of anything else? I wanted this pick a pile to be a little longer but it seems this is all spirit wants to flow through for now lol.
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Other messages- Cancer, Pisces, 14, I'm sorry. (Seems like someone wants to apologize for something? I heard "I'm sorry" multiple times during this.)
Pile 2- Ace of coins, Five of wands, The magician, Eight of cups in reverse.
This person tends to be fixed on money at times, it might annoy you how materialistically this person might be. I'm also seeing this person likes to take on battles on their own, will fight anyone on earth for you and you don't have to move fingernail, they like to try and be the solution to all of your problems and this will annoy, it could be you just hate how this person makes all of your problems their own to the fullest which is a nice trait to have but it's also not healthy. This person could have a hard time letting toxic people go, they have a bit of a people pleasing energy. With the Magician card I'm getting this person really likes fixing everyone's problems, having their "Aha!" Moments and that might really irritate you, you could help this person coming out of that energy and teach them it's okay to not be everyone's hero, that it's not their job all the time to give themselves away so much.
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Other messages- Aries, Leo, Sagittarius.
Pile 3- Three of coins, Knight of Swords, Three of cups and Five of swords
This person would rather sit in silence and struggle rather than ask for help. This person could like going out and partying a lot or maybe likes taking you on dates out doors a lot in crowded places, you could be more introverted than them so this annoys you a bit lol.
I think this person might have a temper they're still learning to control? Like I think they're a calm person but as soon as they get ticked off their words cut deep, and they know that actually.
Maybe this person has a lot of talent, you see a lot of potential in this person or they share lots of good ideas with you and it might annoy you that this person doesn't believe in themselves to finally turn their dreams into reality? I see you really want the best for this person so it might really annoy you that you know they're not giving it all they've got, you see how far they can go, they just need that extra bit of encouragement from you!
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Other messages- Gemini, Libra, Aquarius, blue, water, wings and 14.
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Never Ending Summer
Pairings - Nico Hischier x Reader, Trevor Zegras x Reader, Jack Hughes x Reader, John Marino x Reader
a:n this has been pushed off for way too long, even I was getting annoyed with myself. I love these men so much I am incredibly jealous of y/n 24/7.
Warnings - Homie Hopping lol, pet names, cursing, alcohol usage, maybe some grinding ;)
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Word Count: 4494
Part 2
The laughter and chatter from the volleyball game carried over into the house as the group made their way inside, ready to unwind after an evening filled with drinking. Jack's arm remained draped around Y/N's shoulders. He pulled her close, his voice low and flirtatious as he recounted some of the game's highlights, making sure to emphasize his own impressive plays.
Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his antics, her cheeks flushing slightly as she leaned into his side. There was something about Jack's easy charm and confident demeanor that drew her in, made her feel like the center of his universe.
They were engrossed in conversation, Jack's eyes never leaving Y/N's face as she responded.
The others settled into the living room, the conversation flowing freely, Trevor spoke up, a mischievous glint in his eye as he leaned over the back of the couch. "Hey, guys, how about we take this party to the pool? A little night swim to cool off after that heated game?"
His suggestion was met with a chorus of enthusiastic agreement, everyone eager to keep the night's fun and excitement going. They began to disperse, heading off to change into their swimsuits, when Jack's voice cut through the chatter.
"Hey, Y/N," he called out, his eyes locked on hers from across the room. "I'll wait for you at the foot of the stairs, okay? We can head out to the pool together."
Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, a blush creeping up her neck at the intensity of Jack's gaze. She nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Thanks, Jack. I'll meet you there in a few minutes."
With a wink and a grin, Jack headed off to change, leaving Y/N to make her way upstairs with the rest of the girls. As they climbed the steps, their laughter and chatter filling the air, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach.
Once they reached the bathroom, the girls began to change into their swimsuits, the space filled with the sound of giggles and good-natured teasing. Y/N slipped into her bikini, the soft fabric hugging her curves in all the right places.
As she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of her top, Lila sidled up beside her, a knowing smirk on her face. "So, Y/N," she began, her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, "have you noticed the way all the guys have been drooling over you tonight?"
Y/N's eyes widened, a blush staining her cheeks. "What? No, they haven't. They're just being friendly, that's all."
Sarah, overhearing the conversation, let out a laugh. "Oh, please. Friendly is an understatement. I mean, have you seen the way Jack looks at you? It's like you're the only girl in the world."
Y/N shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You guys are imagining things. Besides, I'm just here to have fun with everyone, not to start any drama."
Lila leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, drama or not, you've definitely made an impression. And it's not just Jack. Trevor's been stealing glances at you all night, and don't even get me started on Nico."
Y/N's heart raced at the mention of Nico's name, her mind flashing back to the moment they had shared by the pool earlier, the way his eyes had seemed to see straight into her soul.
"Nico?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What about him?"
Lila grinned, exchanging a knowing look with Sarah. "Oh, honey, he's totally smitten. I've known Nico for years, and I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. It's like you've cast some kind of spell on him."
Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mix of excitement and confusion swirling in her gut. She had felt a connection with Nico, a spark that she couldn't quite explain, but the thought of him being genuinely interested in her seemed almost too good to be true.
As the girls finished getting ready, their conversation shifting to lighter topics, Y/N's mind continued to race. She couldn't deny the thrill that came with the thought of all these amazing guys vying for her attention, but a part of her wondered if it was all too much, too fast.
she made her way downstairs, her eyes locking with Jack's as he stood waiting for her at the foot of the stairs, his gaze filled with undisguised admiration. With a smile that lit up her whole face, Y/N took Jack's outstretched hand, allowing him to lead her out into the warm summer night.
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Y/N and the girls waded into the inviting waters of the pool, the laughter and chatter from the group filled the air, mingling with the gentle splashing of water against the tiled edges. The pool area was a true oasis, the crystal-clear water shimmering under the soft glow of the strategically placed lights, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere.
Just as they were about to fully immerse themselves in the refreshing embrace of the pool, Jack's voice called out from the edge. "Hey, ladies! I'm gonna grab some drinks for us. Any special requests?"
The girls exchanged excited glances, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Surprise us, Jack!" Lila called back, her voice filled with playful mirth. "But make sure it's something sweet and refreshing, just like our girl Y/N here!"
Y/N felt a blush creep up her cheeks at Lila's words, a shy smile tugging at her lips. The girls giggled, their laughter ringing out across the pool area as Jack gave them a mock salute before heading off to prepare their drinks.
With Jack momentarily out of sight, the girls huddled closer together in the water, their voices lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, Y/N," Sarah began, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "spill the tea. What's going on with you and all these gorgeous guys? They're practically falling over themselves to get your attention!"
Y/N shook her head, a bemused smile on her face. "Oh, come on, you guys. They're just being friendly, that's all. I'm sure they're like this with everyone."
Lila scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Girl, please. I've been coming to these weekend getaways for years, and I've never seen the guys act like this before. It's like you've put them under some kind of spell!"
The other girls nodded in agreement, their expressions a mix of awe and admiration. Y/N felt a flutter of excitement in her chest, the idea of all these amazing guys vying for her attention sending a thrill through her veins.
"I don't know, you guys," she said, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. "I mean, it's flattering, but I don't want to cause any drama or hurt anyone's feelings."
Sarah reached out, placing a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Oh, honey, don't worry about that. These guys are big boys, they can handle a little friendly competition. And besides, it's not like you're leading them on or anything. You're just being your charming, beautiful self!"
The girls erupted into another fit of giggles, their laughter echoing across the pool. Y/N couldn't help but join in, their infectious joy and camaraderie washing over her like a warm, comforting wave.
Just as Y/N was about to share a funny story about her last summer vacation, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist from behind. She let out a surprised squeal, turning to find Trevor's mischievous grin mere inches from her face.
"Mind if I steal you away for a bit?" he asked, his voice low and playful. "I feel like I've barely gotten to talk to you all night."
Y/N glanced over at the girls, who were now wearing knowing smiles and giving her playful winks. "Go ahead," Lila urged, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "We'll be here when you get back."
With a grateful smile, Y/N allowed Trevor to guide her towards the deep end of the pool, his arms still securely wrapped around her waist. As they drifted away from the group, the sounds of laughter and conversation fading into the background, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest.
The water grew deeper as they moved further from the edge, the cool embrace of the pool sending shivers down Y/N's spine. Trevor's arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other.
"So," Trevor began, his voice taking on a teasing tone, "you've been quite the social butterfly tonight. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about me."
Y/N laughed, playfully splashing water at him. "Oh, please. As if anyone could forget about the great Trevor. You're practically the life of the party."
Trevor's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "True, but it seems like every time I turn around, you're off charming someone else. First Marino and Jack, then Nico, and now the girls. I'm starting to feel a little neglected over here."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Nico's name, her mind flashing back to the moment they had shared earlier. But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the man in front of her.
"Well, you have my undivided attention now," she said, her voice low and flirtatious. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
Trevor's expression softened, his eyes roaming over her face as if trying to memorize every detail. "I just wanted to make sure you were having a good time. I know this whole weekend getaway thing can be a bit overwhelming, especially with this crazy bunch."
Y/N smiled, touched by his concern. "I'm having an amazing time, Trevor. Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better group of people to spend my summer with."
Trevor's face lit up, his smile brighter than the twinkling lights that surrounded them. "I'm glad to hear that. Because I have a feeling this is just the beginning of an unforgettable summer."
As they floated in the deep end, the water lapping gently against their skin, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Here, in Trevor's arms, surrounded by the laughter and joy of her new friends, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.
But even as she lost herself in the moment, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else lurking beneath the surface, a tension that crackled between them like electricity.
Trevor and Y/N were enjoying their moment together in the pool, the sound of his name being called caught their attention. The group was gathering at the edge of the pool, waving Trevor over to join them.
"Duty calls," Trevor said with a playful grin, giving Y/N a gentle squeeze before making his way towards the edge of the pool. "I'll be back in a bit. Don't have too much fun without me!"
Y/N laughed, watching as Trevor hoisted himself out of the water and made his way over to the group. As she floated lazily in the pool, she noticed Nico sitting by the edge, his feet dangling in the water. With a smile, she swam over to him, coming to rest her arms on the pool's edge.
"Hey there, stranger," she said, her voice playful. "Enjoying the view?"
Nico looked down at her, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I am now," he replied, his eyes twinkling in the soft glow of the pool lights. He gestured for her to come closer, patting the spot next to him on the edge.
Y/N hoisted herself out of the water, settling in beside Nico, their shoulders brushing lightly. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, taking in the laughter and chatter of their friends, the warm summer breeze caressing their skin.
"You know," Nico began, his voice soft and contemplative, "I've been coming to this beach house for years, but I don't think I've ever seen it quite as alive as it is tonight. And I have a feeling that has a lot to do with you."
Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I don't know about that. I think it has more to do with the amazing people you've surrounded yourself with."
Nico turned to face her, his expression serious yet gentle. "Don't sell yourself short, Y/N. You have a way of bringing out the best in people. It's a rare and beautiful thing."
Just as Y/N was about to respond, a flicker of movement caught her eye. She gasped, her eyes widening in wonder as she watched tiny green lights dance across the lawn, their soft glow illuminating the night.
"Fireflies!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with childlike excitement. She hopped off the edge of the pool, her feet carrying her towards the patches of grass where the fireflies were gathering.
Nico watched her go, a smile playing on his lips. "Give me a second," he called out, before disappearing into the house.
Y/N barely registered his absence, too entranced by the magical display before her. She watched as the fireflies danced and swirled, their light pulsing in a mesmerizing rhythm.
Moments later, Nico reappeared by her side, two glass jars in his hands. He handed one to Y/N, a mischievous grin on his face. "Ready?”
Together, they set off across the lawn, their laughter mingling with the gentle hum of the fireflies. They moved in sync, their hands reaching out to gently capture the glowing insects, carefully placing them in their jars.
Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Nico, admiring the way the soft glow of the fireflies danced across his features, casting him in an almost ethereal light. There was something about the moment, the two of them lost in the wonder of nature, that felt intimate and special.
When their jars were filled with a handful of gently pulsing fireflies, Nico and Y/N made their way back to the edge of the pool, settling in side by side. They held their jars up, admiring the way the tiny lights cast a warm glow over their faces.
"Thank you for this," Y/N said softly, her eyes meeting Nico's. "I don't think I've ever experienced something quite so magical."
Nico smiled, his gaze holding hers. "The magic was already there, Y/N. You just had a way of bringing it to life."
the rest of the group began to take notice of the magical display happening on the lawn. Curiosity piqued, they made their way over, their eyes widening in wonder as they took in the sight of the dancing lights.
"Whoa, are those fireflies?" Lila exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "I haven't seen them in years!"
The group gathered around Nico and Y/N, their faces lit up with childlike wonder. They watched as the fireflies danced and swirled, their tiny lights casting a magical glow over the entire backyard.
Suddenly, a firefly flew towards the group, its light pulsing brightly. Sarah let out a surprised screech as it flew past her face, causing everyone to erupt in laughter.
"Watch out, Sarah!" Jack teased, a grin spreading across his face. "I think that one has a crush on you!"
Sarah laughed, swatting playfully at Jack's arm. "Very funny. I just wasn't expecting it to get so close!"
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Y/N woke up to the gentle rustling of leaves outside her window and the faint sound of laughter echoing from downstairs. She blinked slowly, a sleepy smile spreading across her face as the memories of the previous night's festivities slowly came into focus.
The girls had stayed up late into the night, their conversations flowing effortlessly from one topic to another, their laughter ringing out through the house like a joyful melody. It had been a night filled with warmth, camaraderie, and the forging of new friendships that felt as if they had always been meant to be.
As Y/N made her way downstairs, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the mouthwatering scent of breakfast guiding her steps, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest.
She stepped into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of the guys gathered around the large, wooden table, their faces breaking into wide, affectionate smiles as they noticed her arrival.
"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to join us," Jack teased, his voice filled with playful warmth. He crossed the room in a few long strides, enveloping Y/N in a big bear hug that lifted her feet off the ground.
Y/N laughed, hugging him back just as tightly. "Good morning to you too, Jack. I see you're as charming as ever."
Jack grinned against her shoulder. "You know it, babe. I've got to keep these other guys on their toes somehow."
As Jack set her back down, Trevor approached, a soft smile on his face. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "Morning, beautiful. We were starting to think you'd sleep the whole day away."
Y/N felt a blush creep up her cheeks, her heart fluttering at the tender gesture. "And miss out on all the fun? Not a chance."
Nico, who had been quietly observing the exchange, stepped forward, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He held it out to Y/N, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "I made sure to save you a cup. Just the way you like it."
Y/N accepted the mug gratefully, her fingers brushing against Nico's in a fleeting moment of contact that sent a shiver down her spine. "Thank you, Nico. You're a lifesaver."
As she took a sip of the perfectly prepared coffee, John caught her eye from across the table. He grinned, patting the empty seat next to him invitingly. "Come on, Y/N. I saved you a spot right here. Can't have you missing out on all the riveting breakfast conversation."
Y/N made her way over to the table, settling into the chair beside John. As she looked around at the smiling faces of her friends, each one radiating affection and warmth, she felt a sense of belonging wash over her.
The conversation flowed easily, everyone tossing around ideas for how to spend the beautiful summer day that stretched out before them. Laughter filled the air, punctuated by the clinking of utensils against plates and the occasional playful jab.
"I was thinking we could hit up that cute little farmers market we passed on the way in," Lila suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I heard they have the most amazing homemade jams and fresh produce."
Nico nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "That sounds great, but we should also make time for a hike. There's a trail not far from here that's supposed to have some incredible views of the coastline."
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The group made their way to the local farmers market, the sun beating down on their shoulders and the scent of fresh produce filling the air.
The market was a bustling hub of activity, with vendors calling out to passersby and tables overflowing with colorful fruits, vegetables, and handcrafted goods. The girls immediately took off, their eyes sparkling with delight as they flitted from one stall to another.
The group split up, each person drawn to a different stall or display. Y/N was just about to follow them when she felt a gentle hand on her arm. She turned to find Nico standing beside her, a small smile on his face.
"Hey, I was wondering if you might want to check out the artisan cheese stall with me? I heard they have some incredible local varieties."
Y/N hesitated for a moment, glancing over at where the girls had disappeared into the crowd. But the hopeful look in Nico's eyes was impossible to resist. "Sure, that sounds great. Lead the way."
As they made their way through the market, stopping to sample various cheeses and chat with the friendly vendors, Y/N found herself lost in conversation with Nico.
They were just laughing over a particularly amusing anecdote when Y/N found herself drawn to a table filled with beautiful, handwoven baskets. She excused herself from nico for a moment, running her fingers over the intricate designs, admiring the craftsmanship, a deep voice from behind her caught her attention.
"Those are some pretty impressive baskets. You have a good eye."
Y/N turned, coming face to face with a tall, handsome stranger. He had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a smile that seemed to light up his whole face.
"Oh, thank you," Y/N replied, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "I've always admired handmade crafts like these. The amount of time and skill that goes into each piece is just incredible."
The stranger nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I couldn't agree more. There's something so special about owning something that's been crafted with love and care."
From across the market, Trevor, Nico, Jack, and John watched the exchange with growing unease. They had never seen Y/N so engaged with someone outside of their group, and the sight of her laughing and smiling with this handsome stranger sent a pang of jealousy through each of their hearts.
Luca reached out, placing a hand on Y/N's arm in a gesture that seemed a little too familiar, Trevor felt his jaw clench. He started to make his way over to the pair, determined to interrupt whatever was happening, but Nico placed a hand on his chest, stopping him.
"Easy, Trev," Nico murmured, his voice low and calm. "We don't want to make a scene. Y/N's a big girl, she can handle herself."
But even as he said the words, Nico couldn't ignore the twisting feeling in his gut. He didn't like seeing Y/N so close with someone else, someone who wasn't a part of their tight-knit group.
As Y/N and Luca continued to chat, oblivious to the tension brewing among her friends, Jack and John exchanged a look of concern. They knew that Y/N had every right to talk to whomever she pleased, but they couldn't shake the feeling that something about this situation wasn't quite right.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/N said her goodbyes to Luca and made her way back over to the group. She was smiling, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"Guys, you'll never believe it! Luca invited us to a bonfire tonight on the beach. He said there'll be music, drinks, and a whole bunch of his friends. It sounds like so much fun!"
But as Y/N looked around at the faces of her friends, she was surprised to see expressions of hesitation and concern instead of the excitement she had expected.
"I don't know, Y/N," Trevor said, his voice tight with an emotion she couldn't quite place. "We don't really know this guy. Maybe it's not the best idea to go off with a bunch of strangers."
Y/N's smile faltered, confusion and a hint of hurt flickering across her face. As an uncomfortable silence settled over the group, each person lost in their own thoughts and emotions, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted.
…
She pulled Trevor aside, fixing him with her best puppy dog eyes as the group made their way back to the house. "Trevor, please," she implored, her voice soft and earnest. "I know this bonfire thing might seem a little out of the blue, but I really think it could be a lot of fun. Can't we just give it a chance?"
Trevor looked down at her, his resolve wavering in the face of her hopeful expression. Y/N clasped her hands together and he couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He could never resist Y/N when she looked at him like that, with those big, pleading eyes that seemed to see straight into his soul.
"Alright, alright," he relented, shaking his head with a rueful chuckle. "I suppose one night of spontaneous fun won't kill us. I'll talk to the guys, see if I can get them on board. But we stick together, okay? No wandering off alone."
Y/N beamed, throwing her arms around Trevor in a tight hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement.
From across the room, the girls watched the exchange with knowing smiles, giggling behind their hands as they watched Trevor's resistance crumble under the force of Y/N's enthusiasm. They rushed over to Y/N, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Looks like we're going to a bonfire, ladies!" Lila announced, her voice ringing out with excitement. "Let's go get ready and show these boys how it's done!"
"We need to pick out the perfect outfits, something that says 'beachy chic' but also 'ready to party.'" Sarah gushed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Lila nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "And we definitely need to do something about your hair, Y/N. I'm thinking loose waves, maybe a little braid action.”
With a chorus of cheers and laughter, the girls rushed upstairs, their voices echoing through the house as they began to plan their outfits and debate hairstyles.
Y/N lingered downstairs for a moment, her heart full to bursting with affection for her friends. she turned to make her way upstairs, she caught sight of Marino leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his face. On an impulse, she skipped over to him, grabbing his hands and pulling him into an impromptu dance.
Marino laughed, his eyes sparkling with surprise and delight as he twirled Y/N around the room, their laughter mingling together like a joyful melody. The other guys watched, smiles spreading across their faces as they were swept up in the infectious energy of the moment.
"Looks like we're in for a wild night, boys," Jack said, shaking his head with a grin. "Better grab your dancing shoes."
Before long, the girls reappeared, looking stunning in their carefully chosen outfits. They joined in the dancing, the living room transforming into a makeshift dance floor as the group moved together, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music that poured from the speakers.
"Damn, ladies," Nico said, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of them. "You sure do clean up nice."
Trevor and Lila moved together, their bodies perfectly in sync as they swayed to the beat. Jack and Sarah shimmied and shook, their laughter mixing with the music in a joyful cacophony. Even Nico and John, who were usually more reserved, couldn't resist the infectious energy. They bopped and grooved, their smiles wide and carefree.
The trip to the beach was pleasing, the sun beginning to sink into the horizon and painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, the group couldn't stop smiling.
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Corruption (A Blessing for a Curse User) | Geto Suguru x Reader
Summary: Geto Suguru is your last hope when you start seeing curses. But his reason for taking you in is more perverted than he lets you see. Set sometime during those ten years before jjk0
Warnings: manipulation, smut with plot, overstimulation, oral (f! receiving)
Word count: 5,834
Read on AO3
Author's note: i couldn't stop thinking that geto would have canonically used pussy therapy to cope so i had to come up with a plot for it
Masterlist
Your steps halted after reaching the top of the stairs. So many times you wanted to come to the temple, ask for help, thinking, knowing that you had nowhere else to turn to. But you always hesitated, anxiety and shame taking over your mind. But fear prevailed, at last. You went to therapists, they told you it was stress, unresolved childhood trauma. You've never heard of people seeing monsters at lunch time because they had a narcissistic mother. They were everywhere. And they were looking at you, their disgusting sounds echoing in your ears even after running away. You haven't had a good night's sleep in a couple of months. The only rest you had was always in the presence of someone else, scared that the monsters might come for you. What were they? What did they want from you?
You had reached your limit last night. You went out with some friends, thinking a large company would help. But it was worse. So many, so different, so disgusting. Those monsters were everywhere, on people's shoulders, hiding behind the corner of a building, on the counter at the grocery store. You ran home, away from the crowded neighbourhood, took a cold shower and decided you couldn't delay it anymore. Otherwise you would go completely insane.
You had to see Geto Suguru.
It was right before sunrise, when the darkness of the night was melting into brighter shades of blue, the fresh air of morning filling your lungs, encouraging you to move forward. You doubted anyone was there so early in the morning. You were determined to wait, in any case. You wrapped your fingers around the cold golden surface of the handle, hitting it lightly against the tall door. Behind, the tip of the sun was slowly creeping up, engulfing the world in a warm orange light.
"Good morning, miss early bird." You heard a gleeful voice.
Turning back, you noticed a tall, long haired man dressed in the traditional monk attire. His lips were curled up in a smile, although it lacked any warmth.
"I-I'm sorry to bother." You quickly apologized, trying to control your stuttering voice. "I-I know it's early but... uhm I am here for... I have a problem... I mean I want to talk to-" Maybe the sleepless nights were taking their toll on your concentration.
"I am Geto Suguru." The man said, his hands hidden away under the flowing sleeves of his kesa. "Come inside, I believe it is me you're looking for."
You nodded, following him inside. All the stories you heard from people who seeked out Geto's help were similar. He was kind and jovial, with a well developed, and borderline offensive, sense of humour for a monk. He helped everyone. But there was something off about him, you heard that often. Contrary to his gentle smile, people felt in danger in his presence, some describing it as a sensation of imminent death. You were feeling all of those things right now, as you walked one step behind him. Geto looked like he was coming from somewhere, not that he had just woken up to open the temple. You walked into an empty room, the only noticeable decoration being the three scrolls hanging on the wall.
Death to the Fool
Punishment to the Weak
Love to the Strong
Your steps froze in the middle of the room while Geto walked over, sitting down on the floor with the scrolls framing his head as he leaned his head to rest on his palm. The word weak blinded you for a moment and you couldn't concentrate on anything else but the thought that you were indeed weak. A fool? You weren't quite sure. Strong? Clearly not. You fitted perfectly into the weak category. You wondered if these were the principles of the man in front of you, a drop of sweat falling along your neck. You've never heard of these words used for any other temple. But you weren't the religious type anyway.
"Miss early bird?" You heard Geto's voice get louder and you realized you must have not heard him calling you before. You blinked, confused, introducing yourself.
"I think I'm going crazy." was the first thing you blurted out after your name. You didn't have the time to prepare a speech or rehearse anything. You let out whatever you felt first and Geto laughed, a mocking but harmless laugh that you couldn't blame. "I started seeing these weird monsters. Everywhere. Next to people. On the street. Some are even talking to me." Geto's attitude changed, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "I don't know how to get rid of them. Nobody else sees them. I don't even know if they are real."
"When did you start seeing these monsters?" He asked, his eyes paying more attention to your form now. It was faint, almost unnoticeable, but he could sense your cursed energy.
"A few months ago. Around the time I moved to the city. I'm from a small mountain village." You looked at Geto, your only hope, as he pondered on your fate. His silence made you more nervous with every passing second. More desperate. You didn't think you could bear to walk out on your own and see those monsters again. You would rather die.
Death to the Fool
Were you a fool?
"I want to be strong!" You yelled out as tears filled your eyes. "Please, please, please I don't ever want to see those things ever again!" You begged, falling on your knees. You were definitely weak. You sobbed in silence, not even noticing when Geto sat up and walked over to you. Your break down helped him make a decision it seemed. He crouched down in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face with his slender fingers.
"Miss early bird." He said as he wiped your tears away. You wanted to correct him, remind him that you had introduced yourself already, but his soft voice left you speechless. A softness, different from the previously dissimulated one, coated his words like a sweet ointment on your open wounds. "Do you know where these monsters come from?" You looked at him, eyes empty and confused, shaking your head. "They come from filthy monkeys." You frowned. Was he making fun of your suffering? "If you get rid of the cause, the effect would naturally disappear, don't you think?"
"Get rid of monkeys?" You asked, aware of the fact that, if he really was making fun of you, it was already unavoidable.
"A figure of speech." He threw his hands in the air, in a helpless gesture. "The things you're seeing are curses, miss early bird. And they are born out of humans that cannot control cursed energy." You would have snapped for sure at his reluctance to refer to you by name if his following words didn't make your eyes open wide in shock, unable to register the information you just received.
"So... I'm not going crazy?" You whispered, almost scared to say it out loud.
"You said you don't want to see curses again." His voice changed to a serious tone by the time your tears ran dry. "The only solution is getting rid of their cause. Monkeys." He spat out the last word with such spite that it had you jolt back in surprise.
"But I'm a human too..." You mumbled, finding this small error of logic in his story fatal.
"No, no." He waved a long, slim finger in front of your face like a toddler. "You have cursed energy. I can help you control it."
He sat up, gathering the the folds of his traditional robe. You looked up at him, one of his arms extended towards you, his palm just above your head.
"Do you want to help me kill all the monkeys, miss early bird?"
*
Out of all the people in Geto's inner circle, you clearly stood out as the weakest, dumbest and most useless. At least this is how you felt. His found family was, if you had to pick one word, peculiar. But even more peculiar than that was your very presence amongst them. You didn't have any basics, didn't even know this world existed until you begged Geto for help. He must run out of patience at some point, you thought. But everyday he found even the smallest moments to give you some insight or reevaluate your progress so far.
Geto Suguru was a proud man. After all, he was leading a cult. Your desperation hit a very sensitive spot inside him that he wasn't even aware existed. Something about your crying face, so pretty despite your agony, gave him the satisfaction of being your saviour. The feeling caught him by surprise as well. Usually, people begging him for help disgusted him. However, he took a lot of pleasure out of teaching you everything, starting with the most obvious things. Your eyes fixed on him, taking in his every word, so well behaved, so eager to make him proud.
It was a completely different feeling from taking care of Nanako and Mimiko. His care for them came from a genuine concern, an honest wish to defend the people like him, wronged by the unfair world. With you, his protection and guidance came from a more perverted part of his soul. A part that he ignored for long, uninterested in trivial matters like this.
He enjoyed having all the answers for your questions. He enjoyed solving your problems, being the person you depended on. He was teaching you how to be strong, yes, but he also enjoyed knowing he would always be above you, no matter what. Something about your lack of pride, your straightforward questions, your awe in response to his knowledge and strenght, everything about you rubbed him the right way.
"Tell me again about your village, miss early bird." Three months later and he still insisted on not using your name. You were convinced he had to know it, he simply found it amusing to use this silly nickname. It didn't bother you anymore.
"It's very peaceful." You said as you poured Geto some tea. After you found out about his unpleasant technique, you made it your daily task to offer him some consolation in order to make up for the nauseating taste of curses he absorbed. "People are very close to nature, it brings a lot of peace to the soul." The tea you were preparing for him had calming properties, besides the floral mild taste. "There are no natural calamities and no thieves. People learned to take what they need from nature and share it with the community. The wi-fi signal is shitty, though." You joked and he smiled before taking a sip.
You found yourself fall for that smile. It was quite inevitable, if you really put some thought into it. He was so kind, so gentle, so generous, so patient with you. Not to mention his handsome face. Soon, you started wishing you could see more of what was hiding under his attire. You quickly learned how to distinguish between the subtle undertones of his smile. Maybe you were delusional, but you never saw him smile to other people like he smiled for you.
"Sounds like a nice place." That's what he would always say. You guessed the idea of your boring home village was some kind if utopia for him. No wonder you never saw curses before. They didn't exist there.
"Why did you leave?" It was the first time he asked. He was usually more interested in the way the community worked, how people avoided conflicts, how secluded the place was or how many modern things were absent there.
"I had no future there." He nodded, understading your perfectly valid point.
"Would you go back?" He asked, his eyes already searching the answer in your wavering gaze.
"Only to visit." You answered. He already guessed that from the sad look on your face as you remembered about your home.
"Make sure you take me too some time."
*
You gradually grew closer to everyone else. The dedication of Geto's followers was quite impressive and it only made you want to compete even more fervently for his favours. You quickly realized that the basic martial arts you learned as a kid held more importance than you initially thought. Sometimes Geto would challenge you, only to have you immobilized humiliatingly fast. But thirty seconds turned to one full minute, then two, then five. The more you trained your body, the longer you were able to face him. And the longer you lasted, the more satisfying became the moment when he had both your wrists behind your back in a tight grip, his other hand in your hair while his weight pressed your body firmly on the ground. You've never noticed him paying time and energy with anyone's training, let alone enjoy defeating them as much.
"Gotcha, miss early bird." He would whisper in your ear and you would unsuccessfully try to resist, to break free of his grip, which only made him laugh and hold you tighter. "You'd be dead by now."
When he would finally move away, you would find yourself wishing he remained longer, althought the strain in your shoulders and the pressure of his weight were painful.
"Ten minutes, that's a new record." Geto would praise you when checking the timer. You thought your heart was about to explode out of your chest when he slipped the robe off his shoulders, groaning in the scorching sun of noon. "You've got me sweating, good job."
You were still laying on the ground, rolled on your back, watching his tall figure tower over you. The sun was behind him, like a halo around his head crowned with messy raven hair that fell down to his waist. You couldn't see his face clearly, the light behind him too strong, blinding you. But what you could see was the shape of his body, the round and sharp turns that shaped the contour of his silhouette. His broad shoulders, his fit arms, his slim waist and muscular abdomen right above the band of his baloon pants. In that moment, he looked otherwordly to you. A light in your brain was switched on and you completely understood why people gathered around him, why they pledged allegiance to his cause, why he was worthy of worship. You were left speechless, on the ground, at his feet. He had all the rights to step over you, punish you. Compared to him, you would always be weak, insignificant.
Geto noticed your awe. It was only the two of you, no one else in sight. He pretended not to, but the corner of his mouth was curled in a patronizing grin. All the light of day was reflected on your body, sweaty and gasping for air after only ten minutes of facing him. How pathetic. And yet, your weakness didn't trigger repugnance or malice. Your helpless attempts to fight back, fully aware that it was futile, delighted him. Especially now, when your eyes sparkled in the sun, pupils dilated in veneration, your presence was so unbearably arousing to the point that all the blood seemed to flow into his cock.
"I looked into your fairy tale village." Geto finally said. You would have never stood up from the ground, willing to witness his greatness for the rest of your life. "There's a very high chance you have inherited a special cursed technique." You blinked several times, like trying to get rid of a haze covering your eyes. You sat up, your previously high ponytail only a tangled mess now.
"I don't understand." How could you be so shamelessly blunt? If he were in your shoes, Geto would be embarrassed to admit his lack of knowledge so easily. But in front of him, you bluntly and carelessly showed your most innocent and pure self, like a clueless lamb unaware of the coming slaughter.
"Remote villages are common but yours seemes to have the best of both worlds. No greed, no crime, no hatred yet it's fairly modern and economically thriving."
As the words left his lips he realized that maybe this was the very reason you trusted him so easily, laid all your flaws in front of him so he could pick and choose which way to build you up. You hardly ever went through hardships in life. You learned to trust the people around you. Consequently, seeing curses for the first time was probably the worst thing that had happened to you. You were so untained by the unfair world. So untouched. So easily breakable. You were a blank canvas of innocence with plently of space for him to paint any sinful whim residing in his soul.
"Turns out you're a descendant of an old clan of sorcerers who abandoned the old ways of jujutsu a few hundred years ago. Most were exterminated, the surviving never found."
You parted your lips in an attempt to protest but not sound came out of your mouth. Insead, an astonished expression fell over your face, as you watched Geto sit back down on the ground, a couple of steps away from you.
"You've never seen curses because jujutsu sorcerers don't produce curses. And your tiny mountain village was made up of exclusively descendants of this clan. It may be dormant, but your legacy is still there."
Geto's dark eyes shimmered with a violet shade in the sun, contrasting with his long dark locks that fell over his shoulders, absorbing all the light.
"Isn't it... the world you want to create?" You asked unsure, feeling like he was a teacher testing you. One wrong answer and you could fail the class.
"A scaled-down version, yes." He agreed.
Your eyes uncontrollably fell down his body, watching how his chest softly rose and fell as he breathed, how toned his arms were, how inviting his posture was. You felt a primal urge to crawl up to him, touch him, provoke him. And you did. Gathering your remaining strength, you closed the distance between your bodies. He stood there, unmoved, his eyes looking down at your smaller body, like a hunter watching his prey. Except that his prey was walking right into his jaws, so close. Now, the words death to the fool made perfect sense. A faint breeze of air brushed over both of you, so weak that only the ends of his hair fluttered in the air, grazing against your skin.
"Geto-sama." You said, closer to a whisper, afraid that the wind might carry your words for others to hear. "I believe I was born to serve you."
*
The stronger you became, the closer you got to Geto. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Needless to say, the toll his cursed technique was taking on his body and, more importantly, on his mind was painful to witness. There were times when he would keep the distance, isolating himself so his vulnerable side would remain unknown. A couple of days later he would come back to his usual self, as if nothing happened. Everyone was used to this rare occurence, respecting his space and his choices. After all, who were they to question master Geto's actions? But it always bothered you.
Whenever the sickening taste of curses would become overwhelming and his entire soul would feel like an abandoned landfill, Geto would try to find comfort and pleasure in distractions that could help him cope, keep him one step away from the edge until he would rebuild his strength again. Soon enough, such a distraction was the thought of you, or, to be more specific, the thought of things he would do to you. The idea of corrupting those innocent, honest eyes which trusted him too much. He was almost sure you've never been with a man before, and this detail only made the thought of tainting you with his touch even more pleasing. Geto's soul was damned to be the abyss that trapped curses while yours was so empty, so peaceful, so quiet. Perhaps this was the only thin string of common sense that held him back from unleashing all his urges upon you. If he did bring ruin to your serenity, what was left for him to cling to? Everything you knew about the world, about jujutsu, it was all throgh his lens. Your convictions, your ideals, your motivation they were all his. Your loyalty to him was unbreakable, but wasn't it really his merit? If he did, after all, choose to ravage the holy garden and taste the fruit, wouldn't it also destroy the unsullied image of him in your eyes?
These thoughts were harder to resist whenever you cluelessly insisted on being next to Geto even when he pushed you away. You were knocking at his locked door, telling him you prepared some tea.
The tea is fucking useless.
The real medicine for his nerves, for his fatigue, for his dark thoughts was you. Only you. He would drink all the tea in the world just to have you sitting next to him, talking about nothing in particular. Geto used to think that your relationship dynamic is unchangeable. He was playing god, building the world around you, while you cluelessly looked up to him, not guessing even a fraction of his thoughts or intentions. He was superior in every sense. Then why did he feel so vulnerable when you knocked on his door, spoke his name so respectfully? Why was it so hard for him to control himself, send you away like all the times before?
Maybe this was what addiction felt like. Or was that tea really poisonous? Alone in his dark room, only a dim light creeping in from outside, Geto realized that maybe the dynamic you had changed. He changed. You gave him small bites of your presence, quick sips of your warmth every day until he found himself addicted. How could he send you away when you were the last remedy he could use to cope?
"Geto-sama?" You asked again when no sound came from inside his room.
"Come in." His voice was languid, reverberating in your brain like a lustful invitation. No, he was feeling sick. You were too caught up in your own desires while he was having a hard time.
His room was dark, unlike the brightly lighted hallway. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the change, but the first thing you noticed was the mass of long hair shining in the dim light. It was so captivating how in the bright light of the sun it was a dark shade absorbing everything, while in the soft night light it was almost glimmering, so luscious and silky.
"I don't feel like drinking tea tonight." His voice filled the room, soft and vulnerable, and it almost made you think he was hurt. So you put down the tray on the floor, your eyes still unable to spot the table exactly, and hurried to his side, to the light coming in through the window.
"Are you alright, Geto-sama?" You asked, voice full of worry, as you placed a hand flat on his forehead. His hair was beautifully unkempt and you pushed some strands away to see his face better. But as soon as he raised his eyes to look at you a shiver ran down your spine and you took your hand away swiftly.
He successfully tricked you. Contrary to his frail voice and his lethargic posture on the bed, his eyes were sharp, full of energy and piercing right through you. You felt threatened, although it was the same Geto you admired and served, the same Geto who taught you how to fight curses, how to defend yourself. But how could you defend yourself from him?
"I'm sorry if my presence is not as neat as you're used to." He said. He was still wearing the usual kesa and you wondered how much of his identity really resided in the religious facade. You wanted to see past that.
"Are you in pain?" You asked. He looked like a wounded animal, one that could still do you harm even in this state.
"Yes." He said, but nothing about the way he looked at you seemed to signal that he was in need of help. Instead, he was luring you in.
"How does it feel?" You slowly approached him again and sat down by his side. His back was resting against the wall and he watched you with a certain amused look. How foolish could you be?
"Like you felt when you first came to me." Geto answered, his eyes glued to yours. "Only that all those curses are inside me."
"Is this why you helped me?"
It was painfully ironic how, despite of how smart he thought he was, you delivered the answer so effortlessly.
"For the most part, yeah." He admitted. The rest of the reason was blatantly reflected in his eyes that were eating you alive as he spoke.
"Let me help you." You breathed out, without thinking. There was no logical reasoning in your brain. You natutally felt it in your body that you had what he wanted and you wanted to give it to him. "If I could take only a fraction of your torment away it would be worth it."
"How would you do that?" He asked, noticing how you leaned in and your hand touched his in a seemingly platonic attempt to comfort. But there was nothing platonic about the way you looked at him.
"Show me how curses taste." You breathed out.
For a moment, Geto was taken by surprise by your bluntness. What if you really could feel the sickening taste of curses on his lips? Would it make you turn back in disgust? Would it shatter the perfect image he built for himself inside your mind?
You didn't give him any more time to think. You simply stood up in front of him and pulled at the hems of your shirt, taking it off. Geto's eyes followed your every move in the dark, noticing the round contour of your breasts and the white lace of your bra. All his focus, his control, was gone. He was looking at you wide eyed, his pupils devouring every inch of your body as your fingers unclasped the bra in the front. He felt his mouth water, a primal hunger sparking alive inside his soul when your tits bounced free as you discarded the bra on the floor. You were offering yourself to him like a tribute, like a sacrifice to the gods. His train of thought was broken off, all the confusion and tumult in his mind completely turned off by the feeling of your lips on top of his. For a moment he remained frozen, the shadow of doubt still lingering, waiting for you to break away in repulsion. But you didn't. Instead, you placed your hand on his cheek, pressing your body closer to his. It was the last hint he needed.
Geto's hungry lips moved along with yours, easily taking control. You moaned in discomfort when his body shifted, pressing you down on the bed in an uncomfortable position, his lips never breaking off from yours. The feeling of his weight on top of you, his hair falling over his shoulders, brushing against your skin felt oddly familiar and, while you struggled to find a more comfortable position under him, you realized it felt just like the times you would fight. It was the same tension, the same blood rushing in your veins in excitement, the same anticipation for what would come next. Except that now you were taking it one step further.
To Geto, right now, you had only one purpose. His pleasure. Altough his hands touched you greedily, your flesh kneaded under his palms so roughly yet so satisfying, and his mouth moved to your neck to suck and bite every spot he found, earning soft moans of pleasure from you, it was all for himself. He was drunk on the taste of you. So desperate to forget everything else, eager to taste only you on his lips, forever. Your flesh was so soft, so sweet, so addicting. You were soaking wet already by the time his tongue ran circles around your sensitive nipple, rubbing your thighs together under your skirt. Both your hands were buried in his hair, pushing it away from his face while he couldn't be bothered with anything else but your flesh. You could also feel it, how selfish, how insatiable he was. Your pleasure was only a fortunate side effect, a convenient occurance. Between soft whimpers and muffled sounds of sucking and licking on your skin, you realized that he didn't care. His chaotic movements, his bites that were getting deeper and deeper everytime he sank his teeth into the soft tissue of your breast, his uncontrollable groans as he devoured you, it was all for himself. You were no different than the curses he was swallowing for later use. He would eat you alive if he could.
By the time he had your skirt pulled up, your panties discarded somewhere in the dark, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin of your thigh, it was too late. If there was a chance you could stop him before, check on him, try to get him to slow down a little, when his tongue first touched your wet and sensitive core it was already too late.
You gasped for air, your grip on his hair tightening as his tongue ran between your folds, running circles over your throbbing clit. He was eating you out with an aching thirst, sloppy and loudly, the only thing covering the dirty wet sounds of his tongue drenched in your juices being your own moans, significantly louder than before. He had your legs over his shoulders, his arms keeping your legs spread apart while his face was burried between them. He had you arching your back, dark strands of his hair falling from between your trembling fingers as his tongue dived inside you, his nose nuzzling up against your clit.
Your taste, your smell, your everything was numbing all his other senses, his mind blank, asleep, thoughtless. The only thing driving him, dictating every turn of his tongue, every press of his lips was the unquenchable thirst to eat you, consume you. Something inside his blood, his bones, his soul dictated that the pitch black abyss where he kept all the curses he ever swallowed could be obliterated by you.
"So sweet for me."
It didn't take much before his tongue got you close to the edge, your orgasm only a few touches away as your toes curled and your muscles tightened, although his arms kept your legs pushed apart. He didn't care at all if anyone heard your filthy moans or the sound of his name echoing from inside his room. You were loud enough, even louder than ever as you came, the peak of pleasure washing over you.
But soon, pleasure turned to pain as Geto kept the same hungry rhythm, continuing to eat you out with the same determination like he didn't even notice your orgasm.
"So fucking sweet."
He couldn't have missed it, his name reverberating in the silent room like a fervent prayer, your thighs tightening under his touch, your hands pulling at his hair. He didn't care. He was doing it for himself, eating you out for his own pleasure. Moreover, his effort only intesified as you fought to push him away. The more you struggled to get his face away from your overstimulated pussy, the faster his tongue moved. You cried out his name again, this time in pain, begging him to stop. You tried pushing your legs together, fighting to break free. Your hands tried pushing his head away. The back of your heels hit his back, your legs trying to force him away. You begged, implored him to stop as tears rolled down your face. But he had your hips tightly pressed on the mattress, arms forcing your thighs apart. Once again, you felt exactly like the the times he would train you. So easily defeated. So helpless.
"Ge-geto... sa-ah-ma." You begged between cries, your salty tears falling uncontrollably like the first day when you came to him. "No more... ple-please." He pushed one of your legs with his elbows, his palm pressing firmly on your lower belly, forcing your convulsions to stop.
"Shut up or I'll have you chained up." He found the time to growl, even the feeling of his breath against your painfully overstimulated clit making you cry out.
His warning meant nothing compared to your discomfort, but your second orgasm started building up shortly. Your struggle died down and your hands were pulling him closer again, nails digging into his shoulders. A wet pool of your fluids and his saliva mixed together was dripping off your skin on the sheets as your body shook again, more violently than the previous time. He seemed to have had enough, at least for the moment, because he let you go, your legs desperately pressed together as you rolled on your side, whole body trembling, heavy breathing, every cell of your body exploding with raw pleasure.
You didn't know for how much time you simply laid there, your mind hazy from the overstimulation, your body exhausted from both pleasure and pain. It could have been five minutes or as much as the whole night that had passed when you finally became aware of Geto's eyes fixed on your body.
But the thing that really made you snap out of your lifelessness was his voice calling out your name. Your own name, for the first time. Almost as if he learned it only after having your taste left on his lips.
"You're a blessing." Geto breathed out as the strain in his jaw was slowly creeping in. You didn't say anything in return. There was nothing to say to those intoxicated eyes. Those swollen lips still covered in your juices. His tongue ran over them, collecting the last remains of your juices. But the pain in his voice was gone. Although bewildered and curious, he seemed to have regained his energy, rediscovered a reason to live.
Your breath hitched when he leaned over you again, his lips offering soft kisses along your leg, upwards to your hips. He seemed more collected, more in control of his instincts as he put the minimal pressure on your skin with every kiss until he reached your lips again. Your hands pulled at his clothes, the desire to see him naked like he saw you taking over. He chuckled, giving in to your petty efforts.
"Please, Geto-sama." You said. "Let me satisfy your needs."
He smiled, that patronizing smile of satisfaction.
"You can try."
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Hiii so mexican salsa YES this post is a prompt! Feel free to change it to whatever you like, but I'd love a lil' story like this:
Ian and anthony are both very obviously in love and the whole smoffice knows it, but them lmao! I'd love this fic to be just text messages or slack posts or sth, where the cast and crew report of sightings of Ian and anthony doing very ianthony stuff and not realize it themselves. Maybe they come up w a way to show or nudge them in the right direction? But Ian and Anthony will still make it a bro moment (broment) bc they think the other one just wants to be bros LMAO ~ Japhan2024 💖
@japhan2024 FANTASTIC IDEA I have to believe that the Smosh cast legit has a secret group chat for stuff like this hahaha the looks on their faces whenever Ian and Anthony do something shippy is priceless
im going to wrack my brain for my favorite moments lolol I hope you enjoy!
(mid writing note: i first wrote basically all texts but it wasn't quite flowing the way i wanted it to so now there's a little more prose lol. this also taught me i do NOT know enough crew members' names)
It took Erin less than ten minutes to create The Group Chat following the slapping video caress incident.
Erin: "okay so what the fuck"
Tommy: "i'm beside myself."
Angela: "SO WE'RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT IT"
It began, and all hell broke loose from there.
Most of the cast and crew didn't know Anthony too well when he first returned, but everyone could tell Ian began to positively glow once he came back. It had started mostly with little under-the-breath comments about how big Ian had smiled at something Anthony did, or shared glances after they looked lost in each other's worlds. It's not that everyone wanted to speculate about their bosses, but rather that their bosses were practically giving them no choice.
The real watershed moment was the birth of The Group Chat, which finally provided an outlet for all ianthony incidents witnessed by the cast and crew.
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Shayne: "Please tell me how Anthony managed to turn his smosh cast interview into an hour of us complimenting Ian."
Tommy: "i swear he practices in his car on the way to work"
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Erin: "not them discussing deepthroating injuries for like three whole minutes..."
Erin: "while Anthony sucks on his rainbow lollipop......"
Chanse: "they are not beating the allegations"
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Josh: "So this is I think the fourth video I've edited where Anthony has called Ian daddy??"
Josh: "WHAT is the thought process. I just can't put it together. is Anthony just like yeah I'm going to call my bro daddy about seventeen separate times with varying levels of seriousness and that's good and het and normal."
Erin: "Josh, istg you don't see the half of it. Come watch them film and pay special attention when the cameras are OFF."
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Erin: "im losing it"
Arasha: "oh god. what happened"
Erin: "i am not fucking kidding right now anthony just called him submissive and breedable."
Keith: "WHAT"
Erin: "he said what he said."
Angela: "BREEDABLE????????????"
Erin: "in front of god and everyone."
Angela: "BREEDABLE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
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Tommy: "catching up on the main channel sketches and i just have to ask"
Tommy: "How many men can Ian date in his sketches until he realizes he'd like to date one in real life?"
Chanse: "don't SPEAK to me about it"
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Tommy: "bicurious, hmm? Ian would you like to share something with the class???"
Chanse: "hes so deep in the mental closet his art is trying to scream it at him through his subconscious."
Chanse: "ive been there 😞"
Josh: "I've never been more prepared to edit a video in my whole life"
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Angela: "Erinnnn not u directing them to stand closer together 😭😭"
Erin: "look I'm at my wits end. I'm thinking forced proximity might do it"
Keith: "if that could work they would have gotten it during kissing currency 😙💸"
Shayne: "@courtney is this your thought process behind wanting a kissing video"
Courtney: "HA"
Courtney: "yes."
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Courtney: "okay so if our plan at this point is just to make them read so many fanfics about themselves out loud that they spontaneously realize they're in love, we've got to find some fics that don't contain the word 'cummies'"
Angela: "what are cummies?? 😇"
Shayne: "ANGELA I SWEAR TO GOD"
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As the incidents kept piling up, a plot began to form. Maybe Anthony and Ian were just so oblivious that they all needed to adopt a certain 'push-comes-to-shove' mentality, and do what had to be done. Everyone agreed, they had to find a way to put them in such a charged situation that this would all finally boil over, and the astounding tension that had plagued the office would be resolved. The ultimate achievement of this long-weary Group Chat.
Erin: "okay so one more time. everyone has talked with HR, yes? and everyone slated for the vid is comfortable with the concept of spin the bottle"
Angela: "what's spin the bottle? 😇"
Tommy: "STOP"
Shayne "1) Yes for the thousandth time, we promise. 2) What the FUCK are we going to do if this bottle never lands on Anthony and Ian"
Erin: "I will keep this shoot going as long as necessary."
Shayne: "That sounds like a threat?"
Chanse: "I'm suddenly regretting my decision. May I take my week's vacation right now?"
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Erin: "how..."
Courtney: "did you see the look in their eyes????? :O"
Angela: "FATE WAS ON OUR SIDE. IT LANDED ON THEM THREE WHOLE TIMES"
Erin: "yes but,,,,,"
Tommy: "don't speak to me I'm still reeling"
Keith: "oh please don't tell me it didn't work."
Chanse: "i just have one question. how did they kiss THREE TIMES and still not realize."
Courtney: "they were both practically levitating from giddiness"
Arasha: "they just kept looking away from each other and laughing it off... they didn't see each other's expressions 😭😭"
Angela: "guys. guys"
Erin: "what"
Angela: "do u know what this means"
Angela: "now that we've pushed them over this hurdle... They're going to start bro kissing in their sketches"
Chanse: "oh my god"
Josh: "oh fuck you're right"
Erin: "that's it."
Erin: "im quitting smosh"
Amanda: "Oh hey guys! We have a group chat?"
Shayne:
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Hello! Hope your requests are on! I was hoping you'll do my request (M reader)
First years where they were having a ruckus and broke one of the reader's favorite and proudest paintings (ripped and wood broken in pieces) COUGHACECOUGH. They tried to hide it but sadly they had to show it. Reader tries not to show any hard feelings against them because it's an accident but they were really devastated because their hard work was basically thrown out of the window but they try not to show their sadness to a painting! It's a painting, it doesn't matter at all obviously! They've been spacing out and their mood is slightly down because of it but yk they try not to show it :3
HELLO BB, SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG 😭😭I loved this request so much.(English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)
Summary: The first-year students accidentally broke a reader's painting
Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt
Warning: male!reader, slight hurt/comfort? I'm not sure, it's mostly soft, ooc(?), (the boys themselves draw a painting for you)
Ace Trappola
Lmao this request was totally for him
He is literally sure that now you will not talk to him.
The moment when he broke the picture: his heart stopped for a moment and he just looks at WHAT EXACTLY broke with the thoughts that firstly, he will be killed, and secondly, he will kill himself, when he sees your upset face
When instead of swearing and arguing, you just quietly say something like “it's just a painting, Ace, it doesn't matter.” He definitely feels worse than if you yelled and kicked him out.
He definitely doesn’t believe everything you say like “it’s okay/you can go, I’ll clean everything up/don’t worry so much.” He sees how your hands are shaking, you know?
He cleans everything himself. Seriously: boy won't even let you touch the broken frame. After that, he almost runs to his dorm to ask what he should do. Like, he just broke that thing that you kept so carefully and admiringly told and showed him how to make amends?
They literally give him a plan with point by point advice so that he doesn’t ruin anything. 1. Bring you a gift to replace what he broke. He definitely wasn't thrilled with the idea of painting you a picture with his own hands, but it would still be fair. Effort for effort, understand? 2. Apologies. From the bottom of his heart, with words through his mouth, so that you can see and HEAR that he is very sorry and he really didn’t want this to happen. 3. Don't put pressure on you. Give you time and not pry into your personal space, you need to think about everything, right? 4. Next comes action based on the situation.
No matter how crookedly he got it, he definitely painted you a picture from the bottom of his heart. Well, now you just need to apologize, right?
…
Okay, this is a lot more complicated than he thought. What should he say? “please forgive me for breaking your most beloved, dear, beautiful painting that you spent many hours on, I’m very sorry”? He doesn’t know at all how to choose the words to make it right.
As a result, he decides that the apology can be sorted out as the situation progresses.
Literally as soon as he crosses your threshold, RIVERS of words and sentences flow from his mouth. With one hand he pulls the picture towards you, and the other frantically waves it in different directions.
You can literally hear him begin to choke while he non-stop tries to apologize to you. Eventually, he stops talking and holds out his hand with the painting and looks at you.
The longer the silence lasts, the more he thinks he did something wrong. Maybe you didn’t want to see him, but he almost burst into your room? Could it be something even worse?
Then he hears you quietly giggling. Okay, super, great, that's a good sign. His eyes are glued to your face and he sees how you look at his “painting” that he painted for you. It's not so bad, you're even surprised. Okay, maybe art from the heart really does matter.
You carefully walk past Ace and he watches as you carefully hang his painting in the place where your painting previously hung. Okay, OKAY THAT'S definitely a VERY good sign.
Okay, now he sees your sly look and understands that now he will have to explain himself about the new love language. And perhaps someday in the future he will receive one painting especially for him?
Deuce Spade
Please, he's so sweet, I'm sure he caused a cauldron that accidentally flew into the wall. 😭
But now, he is literally in PANIC when he sees that it is not a vase or something else that has broken, but YOUR FAVORITE PAINTING
I'm not sure he would try to hide it because he would literally try to put the pieces and pieces of the painting back together while looking like a panicked puppy
The moment he sees you, he will begin to apologize, cling to your sleeves and ASK TO FORGIVE HIM because he didn’t do it on purpose, really.
Afterwards, when your face turns from confusion to slight grief, he realizes that everything is VERY BAD
When he is already returning to the room, he calls his mother to find out what to do. He has absolutely no idea how to improve the situation.
Even if his mother jokingly says to paint a painting for you, he takes it seriously. It will be fair!
He will definitely need a few days and advice from older students, I think this is his first experience in something so creative. Especially if the painting is for you. He loves you, he is sorry that this happened and he wants you to not be sad anymore, understood?
At the same moment when he finishes the picture, he almost runs towards you. Does the paint take some time to dry? Well, they'll dry while he's running, lol. You are sitting in your room sad because of him, so he should bring a smile to your face as soon as possible! (He didn't hurt it, really. He is very careful with what he does for you.)
When you open the door to let him in, the first thing you see is the canvas he holds out to you. Unusual? Unusual.
His apology is quiet. Of course, there are many of them and they are really sincere, that he tries not to ruin the moment and speaks quietly.
When he sees your soft gaze focused on the painting, he becomes silent and looks at you. He was never an artist, but what he did for you is priceless.
You look from the painting to the empty wall, and say that his idea to fill the void is quite good. You decide to give the painting time to dry, carefully leaving it horizontal.
Well, now all your attention is focused on Deuce, you still have to talk to him, right?
By the time he leaves your room, the painting is almost dry.
(I'm sure he will also hang it on the wall himself. It was his fault that it fell, and it was his initiative that it will hang.)
Jack Howl
I can't even imagine how this happened
A second, the picture is already on the floor and he is completely confused. Afterwards he sees the reason for the loud sound and he LITERALLY: 😦😧😨
Okay, he definitely, like Deuce, will try to collect all the pieces so that you don’t accidentally get hurt, but there’s literally a crisis going on in his head. He accidentally broke something you've been working on for just over a month, it's a disaster.
At the moment he is ALREADY thinking about how he should apologize to you. As soon as he sees you and your sad eyes, his ears literally press to his head. To all his apologies you respond “I know you didn’t do it on purpose. It's okay, it's nothing more than just a painting."
Well, now he is more than sure that he needs something more than a verbal apology. The first thing that came to his mind: something that he himself would treasure, at that same second an idea comes to him: Make something for you that is equivalent to what was broken.
Jack knows he's not an artist or anything, but for you, he's really willing to try. And after that, you will again be able to have fun with him and you will take care of the cacti in his room together!
Oh.
He definitely decided that it would be an apology for you.
He would also ask the older students in his dorm for advice, and maybe even Vil, since he doesn't really understand art. But, I am more than sure that he is trying to paint a picture for you as neatly and pleasing to the eye as possible.
The day after he finished the painting, he would pick up one of his cacti for you along with any little thing you like and head over to you.
Once you let him into your room, he hands you a carefully wrapped canvas and a small patterned bag. Okay, now he's trying to find words for you.
As soon as you open the package, he starts apologizing to you. Sincerely. Out of the corner of your eye you see how nervously his tail is darting and you turn your gaze from the cactus he gave him to the painting. Did he draw this himself? You hear him quiet down a little when you take the picture in your hands and looks into your face with hope.
A soft smile touches your lips. And really, he tried so hard to make amends to you that he was ready to paint a painting for you himself? You hold out the canvas to him and ask him to hang it in the place where your painting previously hung. You carefully take the plant he gave you and place it nearby with your new decorative item.
Did he really try that hard for you? Now, you can go somewhere together and relax, and when you return, your new favorite painting will be waiting for you.
Epel Felmier
Please, I’m not sure that in principle he could reach your painting /j
But let's skip this point. Now all that was left was: him, the broken picture on the floor that you had been telling him about for a week, and panic.
He is literally ready to hide all the evidence the moment he realizes that you will be broken just like your painting.
When he hears your steps behind him, he is ready to be thrown out of the room and not be spoken to again.
But all you told him: “Epel, it’s just canvas and paints. Tell me better, weren't you hurt? Did you accidentally cut yourself?” ok, now it would be better if you silently kicked him out of the room. He begins to apologize to you and words like “to a strong man, the fragments could hardly harm me” definitely slip into his speech.
After that, he immediately headed to his dorm. Perhaps he definitely needs help. As he tells Vil his problem, he sneaks a glance at Rook, who looks like he's already aware of what happened. Okay, now all hope lies with these two, he doesn’t know how best to apologize to you.
The idea about the painting was definitely suggested by Vil himself, but Rook added that he should apologize to you in detail. Not as Rook himself would have done, but approximately.
Fine. There is a rough plan of action, but one problem: Epel has absolutely no idea how to paint. It looks like he will have to spend even more time with these two, but you are at stake and for your sake he is ready to spend as much time with the members of the verbal dorm as necessary
The phrase “art takes time” becomes one of his least favorites. He wants to finish as soon as possible and come running to you with all the speeches he could come up with, but he has to wait until the painting dries. In the morning, when everything is finally ready, he almost knocks over a couple of students as he runs towards you.
As soon as he crosses the threshold of your room, one of his hands is in yours and the other is holding out a painting to you.
Well, this is the most unusual morning you could have.
You, still sleepy, look at the painting in your hand and distantly hear Epel's apology. A smile touches your lips. Was he really that worried about this all this time? You remove your hand from his and ruffle his hair.
HE WILL NOT LET YOU HANG THE PICTURE
I'm serious. If necessary: HE IS READY TO CLIMB ON A CHAIR, TABLE, IT DOESN’T MATTER, BUT HE WILL DO IT
Sebek Zigvolt
He did this because it wasn't Malleus in the painting/j
To be honest, I don't even know how this could happen. Most likely, he hit something, and that “something” dropped the painting… But okay, now he’s confused
What fell? Oh.. OH WAIT
He just dropped and broke a painting of his loved one.
He would help you pick up the broken pieces and try to apologize to you. Moreover, I am sure that the apology will be quiet, in a whisper, rather than his usually loud voice. He's really sorry that this happened when you respond with something like, “It's okay. It’s just a painting” he really feels guilty.
Okay, now he needs help apologizing to you properly. A true knight should not upset those he loves.
And now.. His Diasomnia group is trying to help him. But I'm more than sure that Silver came up with the idea for the painting. (You can start fighting me, I'm ready.)
Malleus and Lilia offered more ideas for verbal apologies, maybe even written ones, but the moment Silver woke up and listened to part of their conversation, he offered to give you a painting. Still, the painting that was dear to you was broken, so why shouldn’t he make amends by painting a new one for you himself?
But even so, I think that all three helped Sebek in painting the picture. He must do it with love, right? And love is a rather fragile thing, so he shouldn’t rush so much.
He could have written you a letter of apology, but I think he decided to stick with a verbal apology.
When he finished the picture, I think that his Diasomnia group lastly gave him advice or some quotes for an apology 😭
The moment he entered your room, he began to ask for your forgiveness more loudly than last time. In the middle of his monologue, he handed you a picture from behind and He didn’t look at your face anymore. Yes, he painted this picture, please forgive him, but he can't look you in the eyes, he will stumble and forget what he was talking about 😭
When he hears your quiet laugh, he falls silent and watches you approach the empty wall. A couple of seconds and he understands what you want to do.
Okay, honey, he's glad you forgive him, but take your hands off and let him hang the picture. He will do it himself, you understand?
Afterwards, he could invite you to take a walk with him, but, of course, when he is absolutely sure that you feel better than before
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[🌺] hi Aiden Clark lovers!! (and anyone interested lol)
quick question for y’all,
if I were to write a Aiden Clark x reader fanfiction and post it on Wattpad (and or maybe here depending on how many are interested), would you guys read it? I provided an excerpt and additional details of the story so you guys can read my writing style and get the flow of the story. Its just an a portion I took out from my story.
Would this be something you’d guys like to read more about? I just wanna know whether or not I should actually publish it 😭
Thank you sm and have a good one!! <3
excerpt and additional details below cut
feel free to skip, this is just a brief introduction
welcome to tunnel vision by @PR0D13Y
Aiden Clark x Reader
★﹒WARNINGS | gore, violence, death, mentions of bullying, angst, trauma, manipulation, kinda absent parents. (NONE OF THIS IS MENTIONED IN THIS EXCERPT THOUGH)
…As I gazed at my phone, my anticipation was bubbling for a response back. I waited at least two minutes until it dawned on me that she had deliberately left me on delivered. With a scoff, I tucked my phone into my jacket pocket.
I loved Ashlyn, truly I did, but there were moments when her actions got on my nerves. Take now, for instance. Every time I tried to talk with her on a deeper level, she always pushes me away. While I understand that she craves space, her cold demeanor towards me has yet to unfrost, even after seven years from once we first met. We are inseparable, at least in the eyes of others. But in reality, there always seemed to be an invisible wall between us when we talked…
I sighed as I equipped my helmet and mounted my motorcycle, a sleek black base adorned with line art in my favorite color, a cherished gift from my parents on my sixteenth birthday. I gave the bike a pat, murmuring,
"Just you and me, buddy." Glancing at my hand, I hesitated as if waiting for a response that never came… The silence clung onto the morning horizon, leaving a distance feeling of emptiness inside of me.
With a roar, I ignited the engine and maneuvered onto the main road from my driveway, the morning breeze caressing my skin. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a gentle glow on the indigo sky. It felt like a moment of pure freedom from worries and thoughts, just me and the open road. Humming softly, I navigated the quiet streets of my hometown. Arriving at the modest school building, a familiar sight in our small town, I parked my bike and removed my helmet with a smile.
I sat on a bench outside the main door, tapping my feet impatiently, waiting for Ashlyn. My fingers idly scrolled through apps on my phone until I heard the groaning of wheels and the slow halt of a yellow bus. A flurry of students emerged, I spotted a familiar redhead with two braids, her green eyes scanning for me until they locked onto mine. With haste lacing her steps, she made her way over to me.
"Let's go," she muttered, and I rose from the bench, amused by her slight irritation.
"Surprised you have friends!" a playful voice chimed from behind her. She turned, her expression tightening but saying nothing. And then I saw him…
His eyes, a deep crimson, reminiscent of the darkest rose, held a mischievous excitement as they met mine. His slightly disheveled blonde hair caught the early sunlight, casting a soft glow around him. He was an unfamiliar face, but an attractive one if I were to be honest…
He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, glancing up at me up and down as if saying, well well well, look what we have here...!
Behind him stood a taller figure, with a boyish face. He was rather lean but had an awkward demeanor to him. Ashlyn shot me a warning glance, but I couldn't resist the urge to open my mouth.
"Hey, I'm (name). You guys must be new here," I greeted, flashing a friendly smile despite Ashlyn's audible groan. Aiden's face lit up with enthusiasm…
Thank you for reading!! Please let me know what you think <3 This is just an excerpt of the text and isn’t the complete chapter.
#sbg#aiden sbg x reader#sbg x reader#aiden clark x reader#aiden sbg#aiden clark#school bus graveyard x reader#school bus graveyard#school bus graveyard aiden#sbg (webtoon)
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For the first time in my life I think I managed to make a nice looking first page on a new sketchpad. It's unfinished but!!!!
#eiat damen is haunting me#I'm having such a good flow at the moment#drawing with nothing but coloured child pencils from when i was 11 🫡#I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A REFERENCE#🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡
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I was thinking about this while helping my friend beta something yesterday like… I vaguely remember that at one time, I felt (punctuation) periods were too harsh. They had a sense of finality about them. They were too loud and vibrant. Commas were more comforting to use. They felt softer and not as exact. And then I look at my writing now and there's nothing I love more than a period. I love how sharp it is. I love its finality.
Like I can't understate enough how much a period makes a statement. Like that's what it's supposed to do, yes, but it's more than that. It tells the audience that what precedes is true. It's a fact. And when you yield a period properly, it emphasizes and highlights what is stated. It stands out. It's final. It has weight. It's such a powerful thing that it's addicting to use.
#thoughts#personal#writing#i should be putting this in the main post but the main post has a vibe that i don't want to interrupt#the way to properly wield a period is by varying the lengths of your sentences#a good key to remember is that long sentences are meant for providing information#*long sentences are not meant to stand out*#when you want to highlight something that is key you use a short sentence#making it short makes it clear to the audience that the statement is meant to hold weight#however it is important to keep variety in the lengths of your sentences#a short sentence after a short sentence does not stand out as much as a short sentence after a long sentence#think of it like this#if you have two short people standing next to each other they look normal#if you put a short person next to someone really tall it makes the short person look shorter than they actually are#their shortness really stands out#this is called juxtaposition#i can make a whole essay based off of the importance of juxtaposition too HAHA#periods can be loud but i highly recommend trying to learn how to use them#one of you said you like hearing my thought process when i write so i hope you find this one interesting!!#now i'm gonna speak more off the top of my head but i feel that ppl that dislike periods are very sensitive to the flow in their stories#there is a flow to a sentence when you use commas and periods tend to disrupt that flow#a period/short sentence is too abrupt and jarring#at least that's what i assume they feel#however imho i feel ppl that feel this way are overly sensitive to the flow they perceive exists in their sentences/paragraphs#i have to tell myself this constantly that things that flow seamlessly aren't always a good thing#imagine your writing like an orchestral piece. are they always flowy and legato? or are there moments where the music jumps or changes?#and what do those sudden jumps do? they wake the audience. they catch the audience's attention. they add variety and interest#imagine an orchestral piece that the tempo never changes. the volume never shifts. every note bleeds into the next#you get put to sleep!#so a period may seem abrupt in the scheme of the sentence but look at it from the view of the whole paragraph. it may be better than u thin
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Thinking about all the softer, sweeter moments in this fic while I plan the whole thing out from beginning to end: 🥹💕
Remembering I literally started this with an assassination attempt on the fucking Chief Justice: 😶
#toast talks#I'm having a time with this wip and losing braincells every time I work on a piece of it cause like#Fuck yeah cute moments of reader guessing Neuvillette is a tulpa or an eidolon or whatever and a date that isn't a date.#Abrupt remembrance that they're working together because someone literally tried to kill the Iudex like...oh yeah.#Fighting tooth and nail because it sounds SO GOOD in my brain and it's flowing together and it's working#but then I put my pen to paper and it's like...what are words bitch#help me selfshippers. help me 🙏🏾#Anyway back to the hole. I have to map out every single part of Fontaine to figure out shit in this fic -
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only one 999 ending to go (true end (+ coffin end by technicality)). anyway.
#note: I am playing the DS version via emulator!#gave in to temptation and looked at one (1) thing on the wiki I thought wouldn't spoil me#...I got spoiled again#my guess about the coffin was completely wrong btw#I thought the third dead was in there. but no. they were dead.#trying to specify who I mean without spoiling it for others lol#anyway I still love Ace's design but Snake has just risen up in my favourites#Santa. I like Santa. good character. great design. one of my faves. enough said.#Clover. oh boy. her design's cute. there's a weird implication made by Ace at one point but I'm ignoring it#but there's not much to say about her? like yup. Snake & Clover's connection sure is strong#but Clover doesn't get much development outside of it. I like her but she's not making my faves list#Junepei himself? he's not a blank protagonist. I like that. however he's not that far off from being a blank protagonist#he has some good moment. his design is eh. that's all#June... I've been spoiled about her#she's nice & I love her design! her and Junepei's relationship fleshes both of them out a lot#I also find the constant interruption of the flow for June and Junepei's special romantic tension time really fucking annoying#they're cute! I get it! I get that it's plot relevant! I think that these scenes highlight Junepei's flaws!#but also shut upppp about her hair smelling good. I don't Care#they do have some good banter at points though#Seven has actually really surprised me - I thought I was going to hate him but he keeps becoming even more likeable#Lotus... I think we're supposed to think she's a terrible person. and she definitely has her moments#but although she is selfish and values her self-preservation above everything else#I think her motivations explain a lot of that#wrote these out of order then reordered them to fit the number order. was just feeling silly goofy#to finish off the cast for good measure... contestant 9 sucks in all of the ways. his design is bad. his actions are realistic#but that entire sequence feels like some kind of ableism to me. it just really rubbed me the wrong way
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Fun fact: The fairy tale flash fiction has now passed 4,000 words.
#i'm okay talking about it because i'm going to finish this thing if it kills me#it nearly has#you don't know how i've agonized over those opening scenes#writing and then rewriting and then cutting almost everything of it#i gave up months ago before finally getting inspiration or at least motivation to just push through#i've now reached roughly the halfway point#maybe 3/4#and i am embarrassed by a lot of it but also at least i have something that sort of a little bit flows#i want to finish the ask game stories before starting on the four loves challenge#the trouble is that i love tattercoats as a story so much that i'm aiming for a more detailed retelling than i might otherwise#it's still bare bones because i'm a hack who can't write description#but it's going to sit in a weird middle ground of being too long to be satisfying short fiction and too short to count as a full retelling#i've got one speech that i love#a few images or moments that i'm okay with#and the rest is just scaffolding that hopefully keeps the story from collapsing even if it isn't pretty#all duct-taped together with sentiment#i had hoped to get a first draft done tonight but since that ain't happening there's no chance it's getting done this week#but at least i'm further in than i've ever been before#and making good use of scene breaks so this section feels more doable than it ever has#if i can just get them to the palace it'll be relatively smooth sailing#here's hoping i can keep from overagonizing and just get a draft down that i can edit later#it hasn't happened yet during this draft but one can hope#(which is rather a prominent theme in the story actually)#adventures in writing
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*person posts art in an art focused channel on an art focused server*
me: oh fuck you how dare you post your art here, are you trying to show me up (I haven't posted anything in the last 3 years) how about you stop showing off you're just posting here for attention I literally hate you for this, if you have nice art you should just keep it to yourself instead of making everyone else feel bad why don't you just die and let someone else (me) have the spotlight. I'm killing and biting you right now how dare you
#YouTube is really out here recommending a video to me that was like#'oh if you're struggling with your art just go with the flow feel free to make something bad *drawing something gorgeous and perfect*'#like shut up do you WANT me to be in a bad mood#fuck you how about I just draw NOTHING and QUIT FOREVER IF I CAN'T DRAW PERFECTLY#if I can't do something perfectly than what's the goddamn point in doing it#I'm not crappy enough to be pitied for it#and I'm not good enough to be adored#damn I really thought 'oh I have free time today I could draw something since I've been too busy to lately'#but I guess those plans are going out the fucking window#... and just a moment ago#I remembered that it's supposedly very very easy to get attention on TikTok with little effort#and (horrifyingly) I spent a good few minutes hovering over the download button. prepared to start my TikTok art career#but I'd probably quit in a fit of rage when I don't know how to play to the algorithm and nobody cares about my stupid cutthroat fanart#.........#wow is it apparently very easy for me to just spiral the second someone doesn't love me correctly#like the Parents Didn't Fully Approve Of Something I Liked#to I Should Just Quit Drawing Forever Because Nobody Could Ever Love Me Without Pretending#is a very weird pipeline and I have no idea how these things correlate but somehow they do#.. I should go do something else before I get too deep into this#rave ramblees#vent
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OMG YOU CAUGHT UP WITH WHA ???? THAT'S AWESOME
I DID AOUWAHDAJDGAJD I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER
#WHY DID I HAVE TO CATCH UP AT SUCH A TENSE MOMENT#I'M SCARED#also can i just say that last panel of qifrey looking ominous is so good#because normally his little hat ribbon is always flowing around#but to have it hang straight down like that all of a sudden makes it so deadly serious#wha
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wow wait my periods has never been this fast after each other, will they actually turn normal and happen at a normal rate 👀👀👀
#like last one was end september/beginning of october#and now we are beginning of november#which still leaves a bit more than a month between#but you need to understand my period has never come at normal intervals in my entire life#like it's not even weight or diet related at any moment since i've had them they have been fucked up#like i only had my period every so many months#which yeah i probably should have gone to the doctor about it#but i always started writing down when i got my period but then forgot about itr#so i never had an actual calender of how often i had it#but like#this is like good?#i think i've had my period during the summer months too at a moment? i would have to check if i might have written it down#but i think it did#which means they are happening more often!#like i'm happy i don't have to deal with blood coming out of me every month but also maybe it being more regular will make the flow#less and cramps not as bad#perhaps#idk#okay i checked and last time i wrote in my diary that i've had them was in the middle of june#but i've barely written anything this summer so maybe i had them somewhere this summer too?#but i actually doubt it#so middle of june - end sept/start okt - start nov#mmm#idk if this is at a faster average rate but certainly the okt - nov one is way closer than i get them normally#again i want to point out that my period has never been normal in my life so that it hasn't to do with me dieting that they are fucked up#atm i think that i either have pcos or that my period is very sensitive to me being stressed (which i am a lot of the time)#but like what is there to do about that
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head hurts a Bit rn but also no regrets
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#LAST NIGHT (super early morning) was so FUN#and also LAST NIGHT (last night)#i played songs the first few minutes tbh like. okay nvm i played songs until the speaker ran out of battery (under an hour!)#first song of the year was flow bcs hell yeah. timed perfectly so that it fits w the 'deep dark far away' and AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH#theres this gaming club im in right. for school. and we have a disc server where i lurk a lot and read basically everything#but usually don't reply GAJRHEJDJBFSJ ANYWAYS they called us numbers and integers and even anons in the chat wtf#kinda funny. took me back to when dad jokes to us abt being B1 and B2 (BANANAS IN PAJAMAS YOOOOO)#okay anyways. man i was really worried thisd be the worst (b)day of my life but so far it's been pretty great. man.#i'm not used to receiving gifts or nice words from others to be frank like uhh outside of the usual customary greetings#i am Also not used to others spending money for me. guhdkfbsjfb. considering i also don't even use it for myself or for others#BUT YEAH .... shocker morning and i think i was kinda hyper ngl. was gonna get a minion but i realized you cant do that anymore#so the minion i wanted was aerith :)) so then yk! i made a joke afterwards haha :))) rip#i'm EVIL. anyways love that friend he's really like a big bro and really fun to talk to and tease#interesting to think abt bcs idk if it's the same for him but! he is our only close friend w a twin. and so are we#and dudes not as close w his (older) twin so i think he and i kinda like. get each other. NOT THAT I'M NOT CLOSE W LUNE but yeah ??#younger twin things! really coincidental tho fr... i even remember being Slightly annoyed by them first meeting. how things change#really glad w this last year tbh bcs i've met a lot of great people and grew more! lots of bad moments too ofc but i super love the good <3#cheers to this next year being hopefully Great despite all the flaws <3 esp bcs uhm. it's. yeah KDHSKDBSK#being a teen is so PAINFUL ...... but it's part of life and a stage i am ever willing to walk ^___^#BUT ANYWAYS LAST NIGHT (EARLY MORNING) THAT WAS SO FUN BUT FUNNY LMFAO#actually uh yikes what#okay something happened HELP i am a bit confused w my dad rn#kinda frustrating tho bcs Bro ... it is my Special Day ...... you cld. yk. be chill ant it
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