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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader
Summary: Everyone at HQ was convinced there was something going on between you and Miguel. Just...no one knew what. But one group of spiders were determined to figure it out.
Warnings: None! Just a lot of goofiness and a whole lot of fluff :3
When you have a superhuman with superior senses, they’re bound to be perceptive to their surroundings. Now when you have an entire lobby the size of multiple football fields filled with superhumans with superior senses, very few things will go unnoticed.
It’s why people very quickly realize that you and Miguel have…something between the two of you. It’s just that no one is quite sure what.
Camaraderie? Maybe, you were one of the first spiders to join the society.
Friendship? Perhaps, but it was known that Miguel wasn’t one to do friends. Not with the amount of loss he has gone through.
A relationship? This one seemed the most unplausible. Miguel was, well, Miguel. Stoick, cold and calculating. Meanwhile, you were you.
You had a light that drew people in, kindness that knew no bounds and warmth like a fire on a cold winter’s day.
Everyone knew the saying ‘opposites attract’, but it was like comparing night and day with the two of you. Regardless, a small little group within the society were set on trying to figure the two of you out.
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“Ain’t no way the two are together, she’s too good for him!” Hobie argues, his legs kicked up on the table in front of him.
“I don’t know, maybe that’s why they work together. Because she makes him better?” Miles says, but his tone of voice failed to hide his skepticism.
“I think you should just leave the two of them be. Besides, what happens if you figure it out or not anyway?” Peter says, feeding Mayday as he does. Immediately a chorus of arguments breaks out from the group.
“OKAY! Okay, forget I asked,” he says with a shake of his head, while Mayday just laughs at the commotion.
They spot the two of you walking into the cafeteria making conversation none of them could make out.
“Look at them,” Gwen says, “have you ever seen the guy happier than he is with her?” she asks, and Hobie snorts.
“C’mon mate, you call that happy? Mans got that frown tattooed on his face, can he even be happy?” he says, but they all continue watching intently.
You glance over to the table they were surrounding, and they all brush off your gaze pretending as though they weren’t just studying the two of you like specimens under a microscope.
You wave your hand, a bright smile on your face while Miguel only glances over for a moment before continuing to walk. You jog to catch up to him, grabbing a tray and picking up things you wanted for lunch.
They watch as they see Miguel pick up the empanada, the last one left. He pauses for a split second, holding it before turning to place it on your tray. Almost as though they were straight out of a cartoon, they freeze at the interaction.
You seem to be slightly surprised as you, saying something to him but he only brushes you off before continuing on.
“Did…that just happen?” Pavitr asks. Everyone at HQ was aware of Miguel’s fondness for the food (even if he did hurl one right at Miles when they first met), there was no way he would give one away so easily for just anyone, right?
“Somebody pinch me,” Gwen says, and Hobie jumps at the request.
“OW!”
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Miguel never lets anyone help him out when he’s injured. That was just a known fact. He could walk into HQ battered and bruised and wouldn’t even look in the infirmary’s direction once. After depending on himself for so long, he wasn’t going to stop now. Besides, what were First Aid kits for after all?
The only way he was going to the infirmary was if someone dragged his unconscious body there themselves.
Well, unless you were there.
“Miguel O’Hara I swear to god, you better get your ass to the infirmary or so help me I will tie you up and drag you through the halls myself,” you say sternly as you both reemerge in the Lobby. The rest of the Spiders there continued with what they were doing, but their attention was zeroed in on you both.
“I’m fine,” he says, glaring at you as if trying to say ‘Just try’. Had you been anyone else, you would have backed down by now but you didn’t.
“You wanna test me right now? That was a nasty hit, I will not be letting it get infected under my watch,” you retort, and he puffs.
“This is nothing, I’ve dealt with worse,” he scoffs, and in an instant your finger shoots out, making contact with the side that got hit with the anomaly’s flames. Miguel can’t help the sharp intake of breath as the pain from the impact hits him.
Your eyebrow raises, an expression of disbelief on your face before it softens. Murmuring softly, you say something that only he can hear.
For a moment he studies your face before sighing, finally relenting. With a triumphant smile, you place a hand on the man’s broad back, leading him towards the infirmary with a gentle but firm hand.
There, Pavitr is laying in bed recovering from an awry mission of his own. The doctors had ordered bedrest for the next 2 hours at least. Superior healing or not, they were not going to risk it. So there he lay, slinging his golden bangles up and down bored before he hears the two of you come in.
“Mr. O’Hara-" a doctor’s voice can be heard, but he is quickly interrupted.
“She’s got it from here,” he says, Miguel’s tone final. A small “yes, sir” can be heard before footsteps fade away, the doctor’s office door closing once more.
“You know, you should really let the professionals help you,” your voice can be heard.
“You dragged me here, you can deal with the consequences,” he says, and you just laugh fondly before your voices quieten, murmuring too quietly for Pavitr to hear.
Curiosity builds as he recalls the conversation he and his friends had, and before he can stop himself he shifts silently to the side, just enough to be able to catch a glimpse of you both from the small gap between the hospital curtain and the wall.
There, Miguel sat on the bed, a disgruntled expression on his face but his eyes were soft as he watched you fuss over his side.
He only watches for a few seconds before pulling away, this being a clear invasion of privacy, and his boss’ privacy no less.
It wasn’t going to stop him from telling everyone else though.
~
“This is a bad idea. This is a really, really bad idea,” Miles says, grasping onto the ceiling like his life depended on it.
“It’s only a bad idea if we get caught, so Shut. Up,” Gwen says sharply, hanging from her place on the ceiling as they watched the fight from above.
Gwen had come up with the mighty fine idea of sneaking into a mission between the two of you. It wasn’t often that it happened, Miguel more often than not only went on missions with only Lyla by his side. But when he needed a partner, it was always you.
“Why did you have to bring me with you,” he whispers, “Miguel already doesn’t like me. He doesn’t need more of a reason to.”
“Because I needed backup and you can turn invisible. And let’s be real, Hobie would be laughing his ass off getting us caught, Peter would bring Mayday which would get us caught, and Pavitr is already on a mission, now shhh,” she whispers, turning back to watching the scene below.
You swung from pillar to pillar in the abandoned factory with practiced ease, a carefree laugh escaping your lips as Miguel stands on the ground fiddling with his watch.
“The anomaly’s last known location was here,” Lyla’s voice echoes out, and you let out a sigh.
“Why can’t villains have easy powers. Maybe a giant blob that is easy to take down? Why do they have to be so complicated? What’s this one again, a freaky shadow monster?” you think out loud.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Miguel retorts, glancing up toward you for a moment before turning back to Lyla. “Do a scan of the place, will you?”
“What do we say~” Lyla responds, and you giggle softly while Miguel huffs.
“Please,” he mutters.
“What was that?”
“Please, Lyla,” he says a little louder now, irritation growing in his voice.
“Already done,” the AI snickers, and he groans out loud as your laughter bounces off of the walls, a fist held out for Lyla to bump.
“The two of you will be the death of me,” he says lowly.
“Oh, don’t be like that, grumps. You’d be too stubborn to die,” you retort before tensing up, the hairs on the back of your neck rising with the familiar feeling of your heightened senses at work. The moment you sling yourself up is the moment a loud thud sounds out from where you once stood.
“Oh, I forgot to mention that the anomaly was in the far right corner,” Lyla says before disappearing.
“I really need to do a rewrite of her code,” Miguel mutters to himself.
In your previous spot emerges a dark figure, plumes of smoke emerging and dissipating from its form and allowing it to disappear into the shadows with ease.
With a simple nod, you get to work. Like a well-oiled machine, you work in practiced synchrony, bounding across the walls and slinging webs.
And just like that the anomaly is captured, the force field around it effectively trapping it for the ride back to HQ so it can be sent back to its own universe.
“That was…kinda lame,” you snicker, pulling off your mask
“Told you so,” Miguel says as he opens up a portal for you both, dragging the anomaly behind him.
“Don’t say that to me,” you pout.
“What, can’t handle the truth?” he retorts, a smirk playing across his lips as your bickering voices fade through the portal.
“…was that a smile,” Gwen asks as she watches the spot where they both had stood.
“Was that what it was?” Miles asks, a shudder racking through his body.
~
It was late at night at the HQ, and at this time everyone else had already gone back to their own universes. The few that lingered were the ones finishing up after a late-night mission.
Or, you were Peter B. Parker frantically searching through the kitchen for a bottle of milk for Mayday after a playdate with a select few spiders that went on for way longer than expected.
Mayday was an easy baby. Always happy and smiling, but that all disappears when she was hungry and you did not want a spider baby on a rampage.
“Alright, alright, give Daddy a few seconds to warm up your milk please?” Peter pleads as Mayday continues to babble angrily, crawling all over him.
She pauses for a moment, attention drawn elsewhere as she hangs off of her father’s back before leaping.
“Hey, lil spider!” You say with a laugh, catching her in your arms. “What are you doing here so late?” you ask.
“Playdate with Miles, Gwen and Hobie. Time really flew and she refused to leave until now,” Peter sighs tiredly, and you pat him on the back before putting her up onto your shoulders. “What are you doing here so late?”
You shrug, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.
“Working late. Like you said, time really flew,” you say, but Peter knew that wasn’t the full truth.
“Working so hard that you need two cups of coffee?” he asks, holding out the bottle for Mayday to take, which is what she does happily as she snuggles up in her father’s arms.
“What can I say, caffeine doesn’t really work on me,” you grin, pouring the coffee from the machine. “Goodnight, Peter, Mayday,” you say, ruffling her red hair fondly.
And as quickly as you appeared, you disappear.
~
People didn’t often disturb the big boss man Miguel when he was working. Not if you wanted to stay on his good side.
It was even less often that someone barges into his room full of screens as he monitors the Archno-Humanoid Polymultiverse, let alone a group of them.
“We heard you talking to someone! And laughing,” Gwen says hesitantly as if she couldn’t even believe it herself. But she was invested in figuring out what the deal was between the two of you now.
“Well, do you see anyone around?” Miguel deadpans, his arms wide and gesturing around broadly. You could barely stifle the giggle as you sat on a beam high up on the ceiling, going unnoticed.
“W-well, no…But!” she says, and Miguel raises an eyebrow which makes Gwen shrink in her spot slightly before recovering. “But we heard you. There was someone here, wasn’t there?”
Hobie, ever the perceptive one tracks his eyes along the ceiling before spotting you swinging your legs with an amused look on your face. It seemed as though no one else had noticed though.
Miguel watches Hobie spot you and his eyes narrow in his direction, as if saying ‘I dare you to say anything’ to which the spider only raises his hands in mock surrender.
“No. There wasn't." He says, his tone final. "If that’s all you’re here for, I have important work to get to. So why don’t you go bother someone else, yeah?”
~
“I give up,” Gwen says, slumping in her chair. “We’re never going to figure it out.”
“Figure what out?” Jess asks, walking up to the group.
“Whether or not there is something going on between those two,” Miles says, nodding towards you and Miguel talking over in the corner of the room.
Jessica only hums, a knowing look in her eyes but she doesn’t say anything. Only asks a simple question.
“What makes you think so?”
“Everyone here knows that there’s something there, even if they want to admit it or not. She’s one of the few people he tolerates, they’re together almost all the time and he actually seems happy around her,” Gwen reasons.
“You could have just asked, you know,” you say, coming up on their conversation with an amused look on your face.
Their expressions range from flustered to simply amused and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up as you make eye contact with Jess.
“And to answer the question,” you reach down your suit, pulling out a simple chain with a ring dangling off of the end.
“We’re actually married.”
The group goes silent for a moment, eyes wide as they stare at the necklace in your hands, trying to process your words.
Then, all hell breaks loose.
A/N: Hehe, I'm quite happy with this one :3 This is my first attempt at writing Miguel, sorry if I butchered him but I am absolutely hyperfixating on him after seeing ATSV in theatres yesterday.
Based on the prompt by @imslightlycreative though slightly changed :)) I hope you all enjoyed <3
Part two out now!! Read it here.
#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o'hara#across the spider verse spoilers#across the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman 2099#spiderman#miguel x reader#miguel ohara x reader#spiderverse x reader#miguel o hara#spiderman 2099 x reader#marvel
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carmy guiding you through a panic attack???? i feel like he would be so good & so patient, he’s nauseous with worry but he’ll do anything for you.
Panic attack
He gets shit tones of them himself. And while he sucks at taking care of himself. Carmy is brilliant at taking care of others. Send praise to his observant side. The little nagging, worrying demon that makes him overthink it all but at the same time makes him so unbelievably aware of others.
He clocks onto it the moment you start to rub your hands together. The first instinct tells him to act on it. Go up to you and make sure that everything is okay. But at the same time, he knows that jumping on someone who is already overstimulated can and will only make stuff worse. So he watches you. Until your hand moves to rub against your neck and chest. That has Carmen dropping his knife as he rounds the corner to get you.
"Hey, you good?", he asks pretending to look through the spice cabinet. You nod your head quickly. Way too quickly. "You can step out for a moment if you need to", Carmen reassures you, catching your gaze. And there is something about it. Something about how scared your eyes look. And a part of him knows that you probably want to go but your body is frozen still. Crippled by the panic that is running through you.
"Right...", he breathes out, "I'll take your hand, okay? We'll walk to the office for a little", Carmen's voice cuts through the thick fog that now surrounds you. But you can feel yourself spacing out already. So you're not sure as to when you ended up sitting in Carmy's office chair, with him kneeling in front of you.
"Hey... you don't forget to breathe, missy. Take a breath for me", his hand squeezes you, and he softly taps your cheek, making you look up at him. He starts talking exaggerated inhales and exhales and your body catches onto it. Following his lead. "Good, that's good", Carmen mutters, "It'll be over soon". He watched you for a bit. Monitoring your every move. Every shaky breath.
"Why don't you trace my tattoos?", Carmy blurred out, frowning even himself because he had no clue as to what had made him do that. But he genuinely didn't care, he just wanted to make sure you were okay, he reached for a sharpy that laid on the table before handing it to you. You watched for some time, before leaning closer to, pressing the tip of the marker to his skin.
Carmen sat down on the floor almost fully, letting you do your thing. His fingers slowly ran up and down your calf. The soothing mission only adds to the comfort. After some time you let out a content sigh. You were no longer gripping his arm tightly while you drew. Your whole posture had changed.
Carmen looked your way, before drawing his eyes over his arm, "Might just get your upgrades tattooed", you let out a light chuckle, making Carmy smile too. "You're feeling better?", he asked softly, now catching your gaze. "Yeah, just tired...", you muttered, moving to rest your head atop of his. "How about you get comfy on the sofa, I'll bring you some food and you just chill?", he suggests, making you hum in delight.
#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x you#carmen berzatto imagine#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto imagine#carmy berzatto x you#the bear imagine#the bear x reader#the bear x you#the bear tv show
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TattooArtist!bfSuna
This has been sitting on my drafts for almost a year now and I don't know why I never posted it, so I've decided that in the next few days I'm gonna start posting everything that I left unfinished to see if it inspires me to start rewriting again.
Warnings: Suna beeing Suna, sex, nipples, chest mentions but no gender implied, kisses, relationship.
I'm on my Suna brainrot once again.
TattooArtist!bfSuna who, the first time you enter in his shop gets nervous and messes up the prices, so he ends up giving you a discount.
TattooArtist!bfSuna who leaves a whole slot for one day just to give you your first tattoo, and he’s even more excited than you. Once he finishes he palmes your arm encouragingly, as if you were a good little girl. “Well done, you didn’t even cry.” “I’m not a child, this wasn’t even painful at all.” “Oh, wait ‘til you get one in a more sensitive place.”
TattooArtist!bfSuna who always gives you the same cherry pink drink when he finishes working on your skin, because he saw you applying some cherry gloss on your lips, and found himself overthinking over the fact of how sweet that has to be.
TattooArtist!bfSuna who, a few months later when he kisses you for the first time gets to taste the cherry flavour on your lips and feels prouder than ever.
TattooArtist!bfSuna who has on his desk a drawing of yours that you drew one night when you both got drunk together, and he plans on getting it tattooed one day.
TattooArtist!bfSuna who shivers every time you trace the outline of his tattoos with your cold fingers.
TattooArtist!bfSuna who, every time you're feeling sad or down let's you colour the inside of his tattoos with colorful markers even if they end up looking childish, because he just wants to see his partner happy.
TattooArtist!bfSuna who caresses the skin on the inside of your thigh soothingly while giving you a tattoo there, getting turned on by the sounds of small gasps of pain you make. His breath is definitely too close to your intimate parts and the only thing you can focus on is the way his eyes keep getting darker.
TattooArtist!bfSuna who groans when you pull at his hair when the pain becomes too much, but let's you use him because he understands. Now, once he's done? He's fucking you ruthlessly and making you forget all pain.
TattooArtist!bfSuna who goes crazy when you tell him you wanna get some nipple piercings, and gives his workmate a free day to give you full attention, even if piercing is not his speciality, because there's no way he's letting his co-worker see your naked chest. He's amazed when you finally get it done and claim it wasn't too painful, but he's there with you the next weeks, when your nipples feel too sore and every shirt feels uncomfortable. He takes special care in healing them correctly, even giving your chest some nice massages that you know are not necessary, but who would complain? Not you, specially not after seeing Suna's eyes focused with adoration on you.
#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu!!#hq headcanons#haikyuu#haikyuu oneshot#anime#art#hq#hq suna#haikyuu suna headcanons#suna smut#suna headcanons#haikyuu suna#suna rintarou#suna x reader#im back hehe#artist suna#my writing#writer
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These were the concept pages I drew for my original writer in the @vashwoodbigbang event! Unfortunately they have disappeared on me 😅 and also bc god hates me I guess, the day I was supposed to post these, yesterday, saw me dealing with first a wifi outage and then a whole electricity outage so. That was fun lmao
Details about the drawings below since. I don't know if my writer will ever post the story, unfortunately 😔
So this was originally coined as a stardust au! I believe it was primarily based on the movie that came out in the 2000s (?), though I believe my writer was familiar with both the movie and the book it was based on. Honestly, it doesn't pull much at all from the story itself, just the general concepts of stars.
In this version, Vash is a star, and he decides to try and find his long-lost siblings (Knives and Tessla). In his search, he comes across a planet he hasn't visited before, and while he's descending to it, he's shot down by something mysterious that causes him rather permanent injury (not new; I believe he'd already lost his arm previously and he has all his scarring from travels to previous planets, this specific technology is just new to him).
He manages to crawl some distance from the resulting crater and is rescued by the odd pair of anthropologist Milly and journalist Meryl, who are tracking fallen stars on their planet in order to research them. Vash is horrified to learn that stars on this planet are rather brutally searched for and used for their power, so he tries his best to keep his real identity as a star secret.
In the next town, he learns about Star Cultists, who are the leading experts on stars. Our dear Wolfwood is one of them, and though he's a priest under the head of Chapel, he seems pretty jaded about the whole thing. He also spends some time poking fun at their visitor Vash when he stumbles on the doorstep of the church.
Unbeknownst to all, Chapel is the one who shot Vash down, and he suspects Vash is his target. When Vash, Milly, and Meryl skip town, Wolfwood is ordered to tag along with them against his will, and he begrudgingly forces himself into the group with his usual grace lol.
Through some shenanigans, including an interesting fight with Livio/Razlo who is a martyr (a human who ate at least part of a star and became consumed by it), the group all grows closer to each other. Naturally, Wolfwood and Vash hit it off with their usual ideology clashing and homoerotic team fighting. The tension comes to a head when both of the boys are drunk and attempting to stumble somewhere after getting kicked out of the bar, and with the help of liquid courage, Wolfwood admits to Vash that he's what's known as a "Star Eater:" a human that has consumed part of a star, and by some genetic luck, isn't consumed by it and instead gains some superhuman abilities so long as the magical tattoo (i forget what it's called off the top of my head fuck) that forms around the presenting star isn't broken.
Vash is understandably horrified. Wolfwood is confused by Vash's rejection bc he isn't aware Vash is a star; he's under the impression Vash is just some very talented guy Chapel really wants to feed a star shard in the hopes he becomes part of their superhuman cult.
Vash sobers up and manages to drag a very drunk and eepy Wolfwood to their hotel.
The next day is the turning point; the star cultists, including Chapel, catch up to them and confront Vash. Wolfwood has to learn very quickly that he'd been Wrong and Vash, in his panic, flies to where it feels most safe; the city's Star (storage area?? Idk). He ends up cornered there and, in his panic, accidentally goes nuclear trying to escape and blows up half the city in a column of flame. While he's barreling across the desert in an attempt to get away, he's trapped by a net the star cultists set up, made of the same shit used to shoot him down at the start, and he can't escape it on his own.
Luckily he's found by Wolfwood first, who's decided he owes it to Vash to try and fix his fuck up, and using his superhuman healing, he manages to free Vash. Both are exhausted and ultimately rescued by LR, who's been tailing them.
Tbh my memory's kinda foggy... my writer only managed to share up to that first LR fight, so I don't remember exactly what's supposed to happen between here and the fight at the orphanage?? I remember Vash somehow finds out what happened to his siblings (a hella long time ago, Tessla was consumed by the people of the planet and Knives, in his rage, fuckin just annihilated everything, turning it into a desert planet, and has been laying dormant for the most part since then) and also we learn that martyrs gain better control of themselves, and the crystal growth consuming them stops, when in proximity to enough additional star power. Vash, as a star himself, allows LR to easily think as they did before they ate a star shard when in close enough proximity.
Anyway, fight for the orphanage, Vash shows up in time to see Wolfwood getting his shit rocked and his magical tattoo (I'm so annoyed I can't remember what it's called. My mind is supplying sharingan and i know that aint it) shattered by Chapel, who accomplishes this by running Wolfwood through with his cane. Vash, believing Wolfwood's dead (bc like. Lmao it's pretty hard to live getting impaled, like, fully), loses his temper and basically obliterates Chapel. He moves on from Wolfwood's body to try and dismantle the entire Star church so Wolfwood's orphanage can stay safe. In this process, he confronts a Doctor Conrad, who was behind the whole thing, the remains of Tessla, and somehow Knives?? I think Knives, sensing Vash's anguish, just tried to fuckin nuke everyone, and Vash stops that. I feel like Knives dies in this process somehow... I think it was by saving Vash from something Conrad made??
By the end of it, Vash is wounded and exhausted, and ends up being saved by Milly and Meryl, I think.
When he recovers, it's to find he's lost his ability to leave the planet; while still functionally a star, his power has greatly diminished, his hair is black, and he can't even hide his wings anymore. Last I knew, my writer was actually merciful and let Wolfwood live! Albeit as a martyr (thus the wolf form with the uncontrolled star shard bursting out of the hole in his chest you can see on Wolfwood's page lol). Luckily he's got Vash around, so he gets to keep his mind, if not his human form.
With Knives dead and the star cultists mostly dispersed and no longer able to fuck with the planet, the story ends with our characters getting to experience rainfall on the planet for the first time in centuries.
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I like the story :P I imagine it'd be a lot better written out in actual novel form by the person who'd actually thought it up than my shitass, too-long summary lol.
Honestly my writer was communicating up until like, a month ago?? And then they just.... disappeared :/ which is weird bc I checked with my mod for this event (shout out to mod sana, @pushclouds, you're an amazing mod and I appreciate the heck out of you) and they submitted literally every check-in. Honestly I'm more worried for them than anything, if anyone knows what happened to @lohikaar I'd appreciate anything you can tell me. I hope they'll publish this story whenever they can, I'd still love to read it in its entirety.
Additional shout-out to @priellan for beta-ing the story they shared with us, and for overall being a super supportive team member :D
Also they did assign me a pinch hitter writer since we have no idea wtf happened to my original writer, so I'll be doing more drawings :D priellan agreed to beta for them too, which I'm super happy about! And thanks again to mod sana for your hard work and arranging that so quickly!
An admittedly strange first big bang experience, but I don't think it was overall bad, and I'm excited to work on more stuff with my new writer :D if you read this far goddamn. Thanks lol. See you again for sure on January 1st! (I'll try to post other shit between then and now hopefully)
#vashwood big bang#my art#stardust au#man im. idk. it really feels like the universe was against me on this one but fuck the universe I'll do what i want#i deserve to make silly little drawings of queer silly little guys. i think ive earned that this year. good god#anywayyy will be making more#and fr like. if aster does see this im not angry! im not even really disappointed i know shit happens#really i'd just like assurance that you're alive and well at this point 😅#feel like we've been through some real scary stuff this year#trigun#fanart#primarily based off trimax tbh#still plugged a lot of christianity into this one dont worry#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#werewolf??? ig????? it's not technically a werewolf but also shit dude i was looking up werewolves as references so#vash x wolfwood#ik there's really none in the drawings but that was a focal point of the story#which the concept pages are about
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SNK Men - Rebounding After You - Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Zeke
// exes!snk x ex!reader, angst, semi-smut, alcohol mention, smoking cigarettes, gn!reader
// while writing this, i listened to
// read also: Rebounding With You
Eren
He was upfront about it: happenstance to some, intentionally to others.
His roommates noticed how your socks had disappeared from the dryer. Friends saw old sweatshirts return to his outfit rotation. Prescriptions and ripped photographs rested on overfilled trash bags. A box of condoms readily and shamelessly displayed on his nightstand.
To his rebounds, that was neither the most explicit nor first indication of his intentions. In the club: a hand to the wall, his fingers beneath their chin, a harsh kiss. On the pullback: “Listen,” he would snarl, “I am fucking to forget.” Eren recognized that his words drew mixed reactions, some nervous laughs, some lip bites, but always the enthused yes when he asked if they would like to come home with him.
Stripping them free of their clothes, his haste was interpreted as rampant desire, a need. Their minds snowballed at the thought of how much he needed them, but really, what he needed was evidence - evidence that they’re better than you were. Their waist, more delectable, right? Their taste, sweeter, right? The passion, the sex, the kiss, all better…right?
Each night, with his partner passed out beside him, he would take in their moonlit features. Even with the stars twinkling, their blissed sleeping face, dressed only in sheets, he recognized: no, they’re not better.
Throwing his arm over his head, he was faced with his forearm tattoo: Forward. No matter how many times he drew those backward comparisons, it would not stop his routine - not until he found that someone better than you. Eren knows they’re out there.
Armin
Armin knew better. He knew better. Plenty of fish in the sea. Bigger things in life. He was in his twenties, still a whole life ahead of him. No matter how many times he told himself that, though, it did not fix his feelings. The brain and the heart, although connected, were not the same. His thoughts immaculately logical, his heart stubbornly refused conversion.
Still, he was not a defeatist. He made sure to try new things and see old friends. Waking up early, catching the sunrise with a book in hand. Every Wednesday, trying a new spot for lunch. Thursday nights, an old bar with his hometown buddies. On his calendar, he crossed off each day, and soon, it was visibly apparent how long it had been since his split with you.
Shortly after, the glow of his new healthy habits began to radiate. Neighbors wondered who the slender silhouette was at 5 AM in that window sill. His coworker asked him for his restaurant recommendations, wondered if he could show them how to get there. That one regular heard both his intelligent speech and sacred laughter from across the lounge, and after a few drinks, yearned to grow closer.
More Xs on the calendar, more and more attention towards the wallflower. He was never and never will be a player, but at last there was proof to his theory: plenty of fish in the sea made you seem like less and less of a catch.
Jean
Fingers made fists in his hair. Tears fell, landing on his jeans, seeping through to his skin. He was not mad at you, not at all. You insisted it was you, not him, but yeah, right. Someone as nice as you, of course you would say that.
Uncharacteristically, he slammed his hand down against his mattress. Mad at himself, he couldn’t stand being in his own skin. Between sobbing breaths, “You fucking idiot.” Another punch. How could you let them get away?
You had taught him how to love himself - which was why, after you left, all he could think was that he needed you back. What he really needed, though, came along with time. The classmate who noticed he was confused and tipped their notes towards his direction. The staff who called him after he left his credit card behind at their establishment. The patron who saw him sitting alone and asked if they could take a seat. One by one, using the lens you gifted him, he began to notice how loved he was - even by complete strangers.
But there were more than just strangers in his life, and when those more intimate found out that he was single, they were eager to show him more than you ever could. They grabbed his hand in public, kissed him long and hard, cherished his body - prioritizing his happiness as much as their own. In the lows of his self-esteem, every act of affection felt like a new high. He thought he had the best in you - and maybe he had - but after feeling his worst, the tiniest efforts of others make everything feel better, including the broken heart you left.
Levi
Stupid. Fucking stupid. This whole dating thing, he was better off on his own. He had known that all along, but had suffered a lapse in judgment when he first saw you back then. A momentary mistake that evolved into a year-long regret.
It took a few days for him to fold your clothes and box them up. It took much longer for him to get over you. Levi would rather die than talk to anyone about it, but his friends could soon enough tell. He holed up - even more than usual, rejected their invites, and after a while, your split was all but communicated.
Having had enough, of course it was Hange to arrive on his doorstep. Knocking incessantly. As soon as he opened the door, Hange snatched his wrist and threw him in their passenger seat.
Angry, but no tears left to cry. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”
Sharp jam of the child-safety locks. “I have someone I want you to meet.”
That someone just similar enough. If he was a man of faith, he could have sworn it was you reincarnated. But with the same pull he experienced on your first date, he was beginning to become a believer.
When he kissed them, he thought of you. When he fucked them, he felt you. Pleasure - so fucking good - drowned out the drone of his underlying doubts: Another mistake. Another mistake.
Erwin
Workaholic. It was his means of survival after the death of your relationship. At the same time, it was the cause. A clusterfuck he had yet to understand. So much time away, whether he truly was at the office or having external affairs, that was not the crux of your downfall. The passage of time was cruelest, a seemingly miniscule aspect was deeply wicked: drawing wild thoughts and exponential anxiety. Nights that he came home just a couple hours late, they blew up with a break-up. Before he knew it, it was all over.
Now that there was no you to return to, he had no real reason to get home at reasonable hours, and oh - how he had searched for one. Unfortunately, though, it came to this point: a duffel bag with overnights hidden under his desk and a pile of take-out containers threatening to peek over his garbage bin.
So far, it had not been affecting his work performance. Neither clients nor his superiors had noticed the changes after you left.
There was one coworker, though.
The city had just gotten past rush hour. In the background, occasional honks and sirens made their voice sound more heavenly, “Hey, Erwin.” Fingers curled around his door frame. A hand effortlessly on their hip. “Burning the midnight oil again, huh?”
Pen in hand. Hand on cheek. Erwin glanced up from paperwork that suddenly felt meaningless. A low smile encouraged more.
“Before you know it, the sun will be up.” A couple sauntering steps brought them into his office, “What say we hit happy hour before then?”
Now that there was no you, “Why not?”
That was what he told himself each step of the way. When they leaned in for the first kiss, why not? When they invited him to spend the night, why not? When their lease was up and they proposed moving in, why not? What he never asked himself, though, was why? Why them? Busying himself, the worker bee never let that question come to mind, for if he had, he would have to reconcile: because they were not you.
Reiner
He swore, he swore he would never find anyone after you. A pain that deep. The belly aches. The empty bottles surrounding his bed. The nights he had woken in a cold sweat, hoping it was just a bad dream: he would reach over, feel you there, and find reassurance. Only thing: you weren’t there, not anymore. Reiner vowed to never love anyone again.
But with each day came new leniency. The barista at his coffee shop, serving java and a smile: a break from relationships, at least a year. The tailor of his jacket, measurements taken in the most agitating places: when the time is right, you’ll know. The new hire who clung to him throughout all of orientation: things will go differently.
In just a month, the never find anyone after you evolved to never to love anyone the way I loved you which finalized: never to love anyone like you.
At last, a vow and a break-up that he could live with. One that became preferable. Appreciation garnered each time they kissed him, hugged him, caressed him. He began to forget the sound of your voice, the feel of your skin. His scars began to heal, hesitation left behind. From I want to take things slow. To you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.
Wasn’t it you who had said those same words to him? But it was getting harder and harder to remember those promises, that relationship, everything about you.
Zeke
The smoker turned chain. Sharp tongue turned silent. A beard unkempt, just like his apartment: he had not shaved since you left, had not even thought about cleaning. Even when the ashtray overflowed, even when every article of clothing had gone wrinkled, he did not raise a finger. If not for the smell of tobacco, it would be your perfume still in his sheets. If he did the laundry, he would have to sort yours. Snapping and shutting his lighter, glasses glared with the flickering flame: he wasn’t ready for that.
Others were ready, though. The biggest, tallest, cockiest tease in city limits was newly available. And if scrubbing the traces of you was something he could not do, there were a dozen on the block who would play a French maid to help him out with that task, however innocently.
He did not wear innocence well. He did not search for it in others. What he came to appreciate, though, were the lights and buzzes of his phone: Heard about what happened. Here for you for whatever you need. Depending on who was on the other end, whatever he needed could be anything from a pat on the back to a hand around his cock. If you had not blocked his number, his victorious impulses may have let you know: he was getting plenty of the latter, getting over you one night at a time.
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high infidelity | seven
My baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new
*Ellie’s POV*
I woke up in a panic, forgetting where I was. I felt clammy and delirious. My hair was knotted and my face felt greasy since I forgot to take off my make up last night. My eyes wondered over to the tattooed arm that was beside me and relief washed over me, it was Noah.
“Good morning.” He says putting his phone down and kissing my forehead. Suddenly my hangover hit me and my head felt like it split in two.
“Morning.” I mumbled. “I feel awful.”
“Tequila?” He asks as he scrunches his face up. I just nod, even the word tequila made me want to gag. “Well I hate to make you feel worse but I got us flights back to up to Vancouver, we leave in three hours.”
“Oh god.” I moaned and I buried my head back into my pillow. He laughs and walks over to the bathroom. I hear the shower running and he comes back over to me with Advil and a bottle of water.
“I’ll order us some breakfast.” He smirks, I could tell he was trying not to laugh more at the state I was in. “Go shower, it’ll wake you up.”
I wanted to protest, but a shower felt like a great idea. I grabbed my stuff and headed into the bathroom. After my shower I threw on my hoodie from last night with leggings and put my hair up in a claw clip with minimal make up to make myself at least look human. I came out of the bathroom and our breakfast was already waiting for us. We had coffees with pancakes and bacon, my favourite which also seemed to be Noah’s. After we were done eating we ordered an Uber and made our way to the airport.
*Noah’s POV*
I had to admit Ellie was handling her hangover better than I could’ve. I held her hand the entire ride to the airport and kept stealing glances at her. I couldn’t help myself. I’m still trying to figure out how I landed myself in such a lucky situation. Nick texted me to say they were just leaving Seattle and it felt weird I wasn’t there with them. He was right, this was definitely a different routine but if it meant having Ellie with me I was more than happy to switch it up. Once we got to the airport we checked in, made our way through security and found the first Starbucks we could find.
“I’ll have a grande nitro brew and …”
“A venti iced matcha with oat milk.” Ellie chimed in.
“God, you’re so basic.” I laughed as I gave the cashier my credit card. I looked over at Ellie and she told me to go fuck myself, which made me laugh more. We couldn’t stop making each other laugh and we were acting like this wasn’t our first time flying together. Ellie was just so incredible and she was easily one of the funniest people I’ve met without even trying. I felt like my heart was going to explode.
“This is a very strange first date.” she chuckled as we got on the plane.
“I know.” I replied as I reached over and helped her with her belt, not breaking my stare from her. “except you can’t go anywhere.”
“Noah Sebastian, is that a threat?” She smirks.
“Could be.” I replied with a deep tone.
She put her hand on my lap and I could feel myself getting hard, which wasn’t ideal. I always used to rush into things and with Ellie I wanted to slow down and establish something cause this was so delicate. I was ready whenever she was.
“I was thinking about starting Demon Slayer again, do you wanna watch it?” I said, distracting myself from feeling like a horny teenager. Ellie just nodded and I pulled my iPad and AirPods out of my bag. I passed her an AirPod and she rested her head on my shoulder and I pressed play, mind you I was too focused on her thumb rubbing circles on my thigh.
“You’re not gonna know the plot looking down there.” She chuckles as she looks up at me. My face got hot and drew my eyes back to my iPad. She was driving me absolutely crazy.
The flight was only an hour so we got to Vancouver before we knew it. We were waiting at baggage claim for my suitcase, which I realized was a stupid idea for only being gone for two days. Ellie was making a joke about me being high maintenance but her phone interrupted her. She stopped dead in her tracks and her face went white. Tyler was calling her and I instantly saw red.
“Hello…why do you think I’m divorcing you…I’ve known for a month…no I’m done Tyler…where was this effort when I raised our son on my own while you were out with her…call my lawyer to figure out a date…I’m not sorry…I’m done…yes I’m in town still…no I’m staying at a hotel right now…whatever.”
She hung up the phone and was a lot more calm than I would’ve been. I pulled her into my chest and felt her take a huge breath. At least I knew she was safe with me and nothing would hurt her.
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Love Languages for the Counselors
A/N: Sorry Max’s is so short my brain wasn’t cooperating. Also I pulled these out of my ass when I was supposed to be sleeping enjoy <3
Ryan
~ I’m going to say quality time
~ he does that introvert thing where he just *exists* in the same room as the people he loves and it’s more than enough for him
~ that’s not to say he would never talk to you he wants to get to know you he’s just a little awkward about it
~ please help him he’s struggling
~ will eventually let you listen to his podcasts with him just don’t ask so many questions mid episode
~ he will happily clear things up for you afterwards❤️
Dylan
~ words of affirmation with a little bit of physical affection thrown in
~ ik he loves goofy pet names and probably tires to embarrass you with them while just sitting with you
~ “My cinnamon sugar apple. My honeybun sugar plum. My sweet peace of ass”
“Dylan wtf”
“Okay sorry. Can you hand me that pen over there”
~ does the traditional babe/baby too
~ also not shy to voice his love for you. Not a day goes by where he doesn’t tell you
~ likes to top off his sugary words with a peck on the cheek to leave you wanting more of him
Kaitlyn
~ Acts of service
~ In cannon she has trouble expressing herself and I think that shows in her relationships too
~ She can’t always get the words out or let herself be vulnerable but she will hold the door for you and save you a seat wherever you go
~ thank her and she’ll scoff
~ I can imagine her helping you style your hair and if it’s long she’ll chastise you and say that if you can’t handle it you should cut it short like hers
~ you never have to ask her for anything, she’ll always do whatever she can for you but she might call you stupid in the mean time
~ “here I brought you some water”
“Oh thank you that’s so sweet of you :)”
“Yeah well someone has to keep you from getting dehydrated. Now shut up and drink”
Jacob
~ do I really even have to say it
~ physical👏🏻affection👏🏻
~ once you give him the go ahead for PDA (if you are okay with it) prepare to be picked up and squeezed at any given moment
~ doesn’t matter how big you are he’s stronk
~loves kissing u. Will do it until your lips are swollen if you don’t stop him.
~I can also see him as an ass slap man if you consent to it before hand
~ if he’s wearing jeans pls put your hand in his back pocket while walking around. He’s beaming the whole time it’s so gross
~overall just a big teddy bear who will smoosh you with his man boobs if you ask
Emma
~ another words of affirmation counselor
~ she’s a little different in her approach than Dylan
~ she will use pet names if you like them but also just loves to compliment you
~ “Did you change your hair? I love it!” “You always look beautiful/handsome/attractive but you looks especially good today.” “That color looks so good on you!” That kind of stuff
~ will not be at all embarrassed to post you on her social media. Brags about you all the time actually
~ “This is my S/O! I love them and if you’re mean I’m blocking you”
~ includes you in her videos if you want to be in them
~ she’s my blorbo
Abi
~ gift giving but not in the way you might think
~ @bloodverz wrote a post about the counselors bringing you back little trinkets from hikes and stuff and I think that fits her character very well
~ “this rock made me think of you :)” you will end up with a rock collection whether you like it or not
~ I hc that she has a garden at home and she grows flowers and food for you
~ this might be more on the side of acts of service but I also see her doodling on your arms and legs if you let her. It’s a little gift to remember her by later
~ bonus points if you get something she drew on you as a tattoo she’ll be so flustered so give her some kisses
Nick
~ Another snuggly boy but less obvious that Jacob
~ pretty shy about pda
~ he’ll hold your hand, give you hugs, and give chaste kisses but that’s about it unless you want him to turn red and forget how to move and talk
~ in private he won’t let go of you
~ pulls you in his lap to get the kisses he was too shy to ask for in public
~ a hand kisser too he’ll grab your hand and kiss all your fingers wait let me stop before I need to lie down 😮💨
~ he runs pretty hot which can get annoying in the summer but during the winter you can latch onto him like a Koala and he won’t stop you
~ Rub your nose on his and make him blush. Do it.
Laura
~ mmmmm I’m going to go with acts of service
~ we get to see her interact with Max in the game but they’re in a dire situation most of the time
~ however idk if every relationship is strong enough that you will literally kill your camp director for but Laura did
~ she would do anything for you and she tells you that often
~ on top of that she’ll do little things for you like making your breakfast in bed once in a while
~ takes such good care of you when you’re sick she’s not leaving until you’re better
Max
~ words of affirmation
~ he loves you and he’s not afraid to shout it from the rooftops either
~ constantly reminding you how much you mean to him he’s so soft 🥹
~ I can also see him being very touchy but putting physical touch again feels like a cop out djejaodih
~ expect a good morning and good night text every day
#the quarry imagine#the quarry x reader#nick furcillo#ryan the quarry#dylan the quarry#Abi the quarry#jacob custos#kaitlyn ka#emma mountebank#the quarry#max brinly#laura kearney
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Como dientes en el alma
Song that inspired the title, idea is from this and the one post I made about wanting to write a prompt based off "you drew stars/around my scars/and now i'm bleeding"
This is so sweet and emotional, it made me miss writing angst and killing blorbos.
Have fun and don't get used to it <3
Lan Wangji passes by that place every morning when he takes A-Yuan to school. It's still the same as always, the same as back then, a little shop facing the main street, high windows with tattoo displays on them and a light up sign that hasn't flashed in over a decade.
"You don't look like the tattoo type." He laughs, and it lights up his whole face, his handsome features softening. His lip piercing glistens under the white neon lights, and for a moment, Lan Wangji forgets he's nervous at all. "Is there any occasion you're doing this for?"
"For... my mother, she's... gone."
There have been many rumors. Some said he ran away, others said he killed himself, or was disposed of. Most people shook their head and moved on with their lives.
Sometimes, Lan Wangji wishes he did too. Wishes he could.
It's been so long.
"Have you thought where you'd like it done?"
"It must be somewhere hidden. My workplace is...strict. As is my family."
He laughs again, and Lan Wangji finds himself yearning for the sound, wanting to remember it forever, melodious, sincere. Light shines on his face, his stormy eyes glistening with mirth, and Lan Wangji irrationally wonders what it would be like to hear that laughter forever.
"How about your arm? There's plenty of space there, I see." a wink, and Lan Wangji's ears flare red.
"Alright."
"I'll do my best so it doesn't hurt too much, but you'll hate me when I'll start to color it in, so heads up for that."
"It is fine, I am used to pain."
He smiles, but this time it's in sympathetic understanding, hiding something dark and painful beneath, "I am too. Doesn't mean you have to like it."
The tattoo is still there, beautiful etched into his skin. It hurt, but not nearly as much as everything else in his life - before that, and after - did. He still catches himself admiring it in the shower, or as he's getting ready in the mirror.
"Do you want to talk about your mother? It'll help distract you, you seem tense."
Lan Wangji was tense, but not because of the procedure, the other's touch electrifying, the closeness, intoxicating. But, indeed, this was about Lan Wangji's mother. And he never really got to talk to anyone about her.
It's comforting, to know there are still pieces of him into the world, scattered in the crowd, carrying his mastery, his touch, his soul, his creativity.
His love.
"My mom died too. Both my parents did. And I... I don't really remember them anymore. I was 3 or 4 years old when it happened, and then I lived on the streets for a while before uncle Jiang found me and took me in. I always wanted to find a way to make sure I wouldn't ever forget important things again and... well, you can never forget to look at your skin, right?"
It was impossible for Lan Wangji not to fall in love with him. Anyone would have. Such a kind, considerate, playful person, so beautiful, so artistic with everything he did - it was as if, with every move of his tools, Wei Wuxian didn't just leave his mark on Lan Wangji's body, but on his soul too.
"I...this is really unprofessional of me and I really shouldn't be doing this, but... frankly, I like you." The blush decorates Wei Wuxian's face so beautifully and Lan Wangji feels his own cheeks burn, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He smiles, shy, but with a glint in his eyes "And I think you like me too, because you've been here almost every day, and the 'I'm worried about healing' excuse is getting old."
Busted - but Lan Wangji knew it wasn't that good of an excuse anyway. However, he's done with excuses - and he pulls Wei Wuxian into a kiss instead, fully accountable and open about his intention.
And so incredibly happy.
Lan Wangji has three tattoos. The gentian flower, in memory of his mother, on his right arm, a pair of bunnies, a tribute to the love he and Wei Wuxian shared and...
Lan Wangji traces his fingers over the crudely drawn brand on Wei Wuxian's chest.
"This isn't yours." He says, and kisses over it, softly, as if the skin had yet to heal.
"No, it isn't... It was a... punishment. I pissed off the wrong people and I paid for it."
"Why didn't you remove it?"
"There are some things you can't erase, Lan Zhan, regardless of whether they show on your skin or not."
Lan Wangji remembered the symbol precisely - the lines, the contours of it, the sun it supposedly represents - and had it done too. Wanted to do it himself at first, drunk and mad with grief, but ultimately decided against it. Wei Wuxian wouldn't want him to die the same way he almost did.
"How about we get matching tattoos?" He asked one morning as he hopped onto the kitchen counter, coffee in hand, all but inviting Lan Zhan to kiss him.
He did, hungry and wanting as always, but Wei Ying seemed insistent on having a conversation right then, pushing Lan Zhan away enough so he could catch his breath. "I'm being serious, Lan Zhan, come on."
"So am I." And he kissed down the column of Wei Ying's neck as if to prove a point, hands sliding over the painted skin of his thighs.
"Lan Zhan, you're - ahh...- you're not listening to me!"
"I am. You sound pretty."
"That's not - mmh! - you know what, we should just get bunnies, since we're fucking like rabbits anyway!"
Sometimes, Lan Zhan can almost feel it, the gentle touch of Wei Ying's hand, the pinching of the needle, the warmth of being so close to the love of his life and distracting him with kisses when he shouldn't.
"Lan Zhan. Stay still, I mean it. I could really hurt you, and that would break my heart and my license!"
"You should not look so beautiful then."
Wei Ying lifted the tattoo gun off his skin and sighed, loudly. "Mister Lan, I may have to ask someone else to finish your tattoo, because you'll kill me with those words of yours."
Lan Zhan took advantage of the break to get into kissing his lover properly, smiling to himself as they parted and Wei Ying appeared entirely lovestruck, lips kiss-bruised.
"Okay, I'll behave. I don't want anyone but you."
It's been a long time since Lan Wangji has felt anything but hollow. He's been unable - and unwilling - to love anybody else other than his Wei Ying, and he's long resigned to a life of loneliness because of this conviction.
But he does dream, still, of a day when he passes by the old tattoo shop and the neon sign is lit up, the door opened wide, and Wei Wuxian rushing out to greet him, latch his arms around him and give him a sweet, smiling kiss.
Every morning as he passes by the place, his heart stutters with the tiniest surge of excitement.
Maybe there will be someone there today. Maybe, somehow, Wei Wuxian has returned, and he's still pursuing his dream and he still love Lan Wangji.
But the building stays stubbornly empty no matter how hard Lan Wangji hopes it not be so.
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But one day, 13 years later, the neon sign is lit up and the door is opened. Lan Wangji nearly stumbles out of skin at the sight of the decrepit shop suddenly teeming with life and the distant sound of buzzing needles.
He rushes in, shaking with so much emotion he feels his knees might just give out.
Wei Ying!
The young man at the register glances at him curiously. The name badge on his shirt reads "Mo Xuanyu", and, as if awoken from a dream, Lan Wangji blinks once, twice, and realizes he doesn't recognize anything or anyone in the old establishment.
"Can I help you?" Mo Xuanyu asks, though Lan Wangji feels too shattered to do anything but shake his head.
How could he be so stupid? Of course he won't find Wei Wuxian here. There are other tattoo artists and the building couldn't have stayed abandoned forever.
The world has long moved on.
And Wei Wuxian is...
A voice calls from somewhere deep in the store, and the closer it gets, the more tears gather in Lan Wangji's eyes.
"Xuanyu, did the 10 am appointment arrive yet? I want to go get some co..."
Wei Wuxian stands frozen in the middle of the shop's reception, eyes wide as if unable to comprehend what he's seeing.
The stranger - no, not a stranger, not at all - smiles at him, honeyed and tearful, and Wei Wuxian's body moves before he realizes.
When he's finally in Lan Wangji's arms, and Lan Wangji is in his...
"Is this real, Lan Zhan? Tell me it is, tell me you're really here."
"I am here, Wei Ying. I've always been."
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30. Patient 0
They’d booked an Airbnb, the whole family. Fao, Finn, Hars, Ely, Jess and Tai, as well as all the kids. They’d found this place in the Cotswolds, away from the hustle and bustle of London, and it was perfect. Loads of room, a cosy fireplace, all the essentials. They’d not been a able to get their Christmas work patterns sorted to spend it together, so they’d agreed on a week off together now the kids had broken up to enjoy being with the family.
But Christmas time meant coughs and colds were rife, especially with young kids, and they’d quickly spread through the group, decimating their plans and soon reducing them to the Sick and the Well. Luckily the house they’d booked was big enough, and they were able to claim a part of it as a spot for those who had gotten sick to stay and be miserable whilst the others stayed busy trying to enjoy themselves.
Of course Harrison was the first to succumb to it, far from surprising as a grizzly Levi had refused to be anywhere but his hip. With his immunosuppressants, any illness was so much worse, but it was also Harrison - a cold would be the end of the world, but pneumonia was just another day to work.
Keeping a close eye on everything (and in contact with his consultant), he was happy enough to curl on the sofa with snacks and Disney films.
Fao was next to join him, bringing Kieran along, just proof that Levi definitely was not sneaking into his brothers' room. Harrison felt beyond miserable, and couldn't help but grin as Fao joined him. The two curled up on the sofa together, the kids squished up with them. Harrison had his head in Fao's lap, pestering the other man to play with his hair - Fao couldn't lie down with his chest, so Harrison was simply making the best of a bad situation, was his excuse. He also drew the short straw with Harrison being the first one to fall and now in charge of the remote.
Aristocats was the first film, of course it was, every song earning a rendition from Harrison, much to the kids' delight. It wasn't that unusual to hear Hars sing now, happy and content and stable for the first in a long while. It had been his favourite film as a child, the VHS one of his only possessions, and one he still had. Things were easily lost and stolen during all the moves and upheaval, but by sheer determination, he managed to keep it safe.
Once he'd moved in with Steve, its place on the top of the list had only become more solidified, Steve coincidentally buying him a small stuffed cat. Of course with Harrison's history, Steve quickly joked he was O'Malley the Alley Cat, scrappy and street smart, willing to do whatever he needed to get what he wanted. And Fao ran with it, taking Hars to get his O'Malley tattoo on his 18th birthday. Somehow it had survived all the injuries and operations and scars, and he absently rubbed his hand across the ink.
It was easy to forget where he'd come from, especially when he was feeling so rough and miserable, but he wouldn't change it for the world. Kieran had dozed off on top of him, and Harrison carefully stretched out for his phone and swiped his arm. 8.7. He knew he didn't need to check, not really, but since he'd been so unwell, he just couldn't help himself; he needed to make sure they were okay.
Levi was curled into Fao, his hand curled around the loose fabric of his hoodie and snoring through a snotty nose. He sighed, settling back into Fao, happy both his kids were fine.
"I'm sorry you got sick." He murmured to Fao.
Fao hummed, his hand returning to Harrison’s hair. “Mm, it’s okay. Was bound to happen.” He said softly. “Doubt we’ll be the last, either.”
"We definitely won't be." He said softly, making a content noise at Fao's fingers in his hair. "God, that's nice."
Fao laughed, though it threatened to turn into a cough. “Careful, you’re married now.” He teased. “Kieran’s sugars okay?”
"Tai can have Ely." He brushed it off. "Yeah, he's doing well with them."
“Mm, good.”
"I feel fucking rotten." He admitted, voice a whisper.
“I bet.” He murmured. “Can I get you anything?”
"You're meant to be sick too, not looking after me."
“I’m sick but I’m not dead, and I’m not immunocompromised either.”
He hummed. "I'm happy enough here, you’re helping."
“Mm, okay.” Fao murmured. “Who do you think is gonna be next? Finn?”
"Alfie. The three keep swapping beds. Finns been kicked out of yours so he should be safe." He joked. "Or maybe Jess, just for five minutes peace from him."
Fao laughed, setting off a cough. When he recovered, he sniffed. “So the germs came from your house, eh? I think it’ll be Finn or one of my kids, and if it’s Arthur then Ely won’t be long behind.”
"Levi was fine when we left." He protested weakly, though there was a flicker of mischief. "And I'm immunocompromised. I'm always gonna get ill. How can you be so mean to me?"
“I was gonna say it’s not my fault you’re immunocompromised, but it actually is.” Fao said lightly.
Harrison stretched out. "Oh, yeah. All your fault."
“So rude of me.”
"How dare you save my life."
“Shocking behaviour. You’re just as much to blame for my chest sounding as shit as it does, though.”
"Sure, sure -" Harrison broke off coughing, finally stopping with a groan. He took a few moments to breath, his chest heaving. "Fuck's sake. I can't do this."
Fao frowned, reaching out for Hars. “Hey. You alright?”
Harrison nodded slowly, pushing himself more upright. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just need to not be ill."
Fao rested a hand on his shoulder. “Careful.”
"I love the kids, I do, but they can keep their germs." He tried to joke.
“I know, as if it wasn’t bad enough working in a hospital.”
"Yeah, that's true." His frown faded as Levi stirred, his heart melting at his sleepy yawn. "Hey, Leaf. You okay?"
He rubbed his eyes with a closed fist and then his face on Fao's hoodie. "'m tired."
"I bet. Did daddy wake you up?"
He nodded, shuffling about again. "All the coughing."
"Oh, I'm sorry, kid. I didn't mean to."
Fao stroked a hand over his godson’s hair. “Go on, back to sleep, kid. We’ll try not to wake you up again, hmm?”
"Is daddy okay?" He stretched out, worry on his face.
“Your Daddy’s fine. He just had a bit of a cough.”
"We've all got coughs. And snotty noses." He nodded. "And sleepy."
“Cos we’re all poorly.” Fao said. “You have a snooze again.”
He settled back down. "Okay. Love you."
Harrison grinned. "Love you too, Leaf."
“Sweet dreams, little one.”
"Oh, bless him." Harrison murmured. "I hate when they're ill, but he's so cute when he's snuggly."
“I know, until they won’t leave me alone. Beth would live in my pocket when she’s ill.”
"She might end up joining us by the end of the week."
“She probably will.”
"It does make me laugh."
“What does?”
"We come away on holiday, finally all have the time off together, and now we've been split up with patient zero over here." He shook his head. "So much for a big family gathering."
“God, I know. It’s sod’s law.”
"Not to sound like a stroppy kid, but it's not fair."
“You always sound like a stroppy kid, and then complain when yours are.” Fao teased.
"Don't be rude to me, I'm sick."
“So am I.”
Harrison moved to settle against Fao again. "So be nice to me."
“Mm, no.”
"Ouch!"
“You love it really.”
He grinned up at him. "Yeah."
“Can’t complain.”
"Watch me."
Fao snorted. “Makes a change, not.”
"Don't laugh at me!" He protested with a laugh.
“Nope.”
There was a knock on the door, drawing both men's attention. Finn stood in the doorway, wrapped in an oversized hoodie and a blanket, and looking particularly miserable.
"Shove over, let me join yous."
Fao grinned. “Welcome to quarantine.” He joked. “It’s got you too. Must be man flu, the girls are immune. Come join, Hars put Disney on, just don’t wake Levi or he’ll get mad.”
"It's not man flu, I'm dying." Finn said dramatically. "There's no room for me on the sofa."
"Snooze you lose." Harrison laughed. "It's definitely man flu. Even the kids are boys."
#sicktember 2023#30. Patient 0#whump writing#whump prompt#faolan blackwood#harrison cunningham#levi cunningham cole#kieran cunningham cole#sick on vacation#cold#man flu#whump of a minor#sickfic#cuddled on the sofa#hars and fao have the best relationship#despite being married to other people#immunocompromised#oc#post-transplant#immunosuppressants#we finished sicktember! woo
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Rated R for adults:
My anon asks are fixated on who is racking up Instagram interactions and our mens are out here killing us with their sexy. Saddle up people! Chapter 2 is upon us! Get ready to ride!
I am pretty stoked for this Chapter 2 stuff. Between naked Jimin, Tae, Jungkook and Jin, tattoos, Tae jetting off with other pretty people and partying it up with wild people humping couches in Paris, and now Mr. Sunshine with this dark creepy thing goin’ on...I am on edge waiting for whatever Jimin unleashes on us.
Some Armys are shocked at what they are seeing at that after party in pictures and video when in my opinion they’re not that big of a deal. Save Tae’s virgin eyeballs! Send out the chastity brigade!
People think the members have lived this pure life all this time. Have y’all seen that full sleeve of tattoos that Jungkook has? And his piercings? That sort of thing is not something a pure as driven snow South Korean would sport.
Granted, the fandom is so diverse. Many people from many walks of life are BTS fans. What is mild to me may be extremely pornographic to someone else in another part of the world. Those who live a very sheltered life from all this vulgarity are probably in for more shocking things to come...so to speak.
I know many of you who read my blog think I am joking when I talk about the little hints of bondage fetish we see here and there between Jimin and Jungkook. I’m kinda not joking. Catch those eyebrow raises and those innuendos... “be honest you enjoyed it.” The first time I caught notice of that I had to rewind a few times to make sure I saw what I saw and heard what I heard. Jungkook had to stifle himself here....
However, one of the things that drew me to BTS to begin with was their wholesomeness. I loved that about them. It was so refreshing after seeing naked body after naked body and hearing lyrics about putting my dick in your mouth or my wet-ass pussy or whatever. I mean...where’s the anticipation and titillation if you’re just gonna go straight to the climax? There is no more shock value. WHERE’S THE FOREPLAY IN THAT?
So now, we’ve been told they want to show something more raw, more explicit, as Jimin has stated. Maybe he meant “more straightforward” and not “explicit” as we may interpret it in meaning a full frontal nudity kind of way but I’m game for straightforward too. I like explicit all different ways. This was kinda explicit:
Hobi is revealing this dark aesthetic. The preview pics are interesting, a little unnerving, definitely not the Hobi we’ve come to know up to this point. We will see and hear Friday this new side he wants to show us.
I want to see Mr. Cutie Sexy Lovely come out with something very LUSTY because I know he can pull it off. I want to see all the sides of Jimin, male and female. He’ll have the whole world on their knees panting. If that’s what he wants to do of course. We all know he’s been trying to get naked for us for a long time now.
I want to see more of this Jimin (maybe with less clothing...we can dream right?):
I want the individual members to be able to express anything they want and to any extreme they want. We went from screaming and flailing on the ground when we caught a glimpse of a bare shoulder and now we are seeing bare chests, belly buttons and full naked backs and it’s great because these men are in the prime of their lives and if they want to, they should be able to flaunt everything they have while they have it in tip top shape.
Perhaps this is the game plan all along. BTS as a group is more wholesome and accessible to a broad audience. The individual members, maybe not so much. But they are in their mid to late twenties and two are about to cross over to thirty. GROWN ASS MEN.
Oh, I can’t forget pretty JK in his pink and gay Left and Right:
FYI, If you sent me something prior to me posting this that involves Instagram...I deleted it. I’m tired of seeing the words of the erroneously self-righteous and the insecure. If you need attention, please come up with something else more interesting and I will consider it. If you come thinking you are going to prove something, newsflash: I deleted your ask, my time is valuable, use it more wisely. If you just want to talk about Jimin and Jungkook or the other members, I love that, but I’m not gonna re-hash Instagram faux-reality anymore.
#bts chapter 2#park jimin#jeon jungkook#kim taehyung#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#jung hoseok#min yoongi#grown ass men should do what grown ass men wanna do#jhope jack in the box#i don't mean instagram is off limits#i just mean stop acting like its the only narrative of the truth
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What's Lost is Never Gone and I Will Forget You Not (#30 Whumptober 2022)[Alt Prompt: Dazed and Confused]
Prompt: Manhandled | Hair Grabbing | “Please don’t touch me” Dazed and Confused ALT PROMPT
Fandom: Star Wars- All Media Types, Star Wars - The Clone Wars (2008)
Pairing: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death
Summary: “Cody,” Obi-Wan jerked forward, falling to his knees in front of the man, hands cupping his face as his heart ached in his chest to see Cody—his Cody—looking so confused, so lost, so-.
So unlike the last time that Obi-Wan had last seen him.
“Who- who are you?” Cody asked, looking at Obi-Wan like it was the first time he’d ever seen him and it was like a vice around his heart.
--- Fic Under the Cut ---
Jabiim was just as horrid as Obi-Wan remembered.
The first thing that hit him when he finally landed there was the stench.
The last time he’d been to Jabiim had been unpleasant, but the planet itself had been so covered in muck that Obi-Wan had only been able to smell the rain and dirt and death as one-by-one his men had sunk into the ground, never to be found.
The planet had been a resting place for far too many people.
Sometimes Obi-Wan wonders if he’d known what he knew now if he might feel differently about the whole thing. He’d thought that falling in the mud of Jabiim -scared and pained and alone- might have been the worst fate that one could suffer.
Now he wonders if they were lucky.
They’d died with the illusion of their freedom in tack. Even if it hadn’t been perfect -force knew that there wasn’t a single thing that had been perfect- they’d been them.
They’d been his men.
The smell of blaster bolts filled his nose, burning down his throat and he had to shake himself out of those thoughts and back into the stench of unwashed bodies and garbage in the air. The smell was sour but it would beat the smell of singed skin any day.
Obi-Wan wouldn’t ever forget that smell.
He tried to shake off the feeling of wrongness of being on the planet, to pull himself out of the memories that haunted him every waking moment of every day.
He had a mission.
He had someone who was counting on him.
He couldn’t let her down like he’d let everyone else down.
The fight was over. They’d lost.
But Obi-Wan couldn’t afford to stay hidden when someone needed him.
He quickened his pace, hoping that he’d be able to at least catch a trail, something to tell him where Leia had gone.
It was a familiar brush against his shattered shields that stopped him in his tracks.
He looked to the left, chest tight and heart in his throat as he looked at the man sitting in, pressed against a dirty building and looking lost, a cup in his hands and a tired look in his eyes.
He was a clone.
He was-.
Obi-Wan couldn’t breathe for a second.
The man was dirty, beard grown out and grey, hair more scraggly near coils, some parts of it looking almost matted from where he’d probably constantly pressed his head against the concrete of the building behind him. His expression was dazed, his eyes haunted, and his hands showed signs of his age.
But it wasn’t any of that that drew Obi-Wan’s attention.
It was the tattoo on the side of the man’s face, twisting harshly around his eye and striking through his eyebrow that was more familiar to Obi-Wan than his own face, his own force signature.
“Cody,” Obi-Wan breathed, chest seizing at the sight of the man.
The man looked up, face confused as if he didn’t know why he was responding and Obi-Wan had to bite back the pained noise that threatened to rip itself from his throat.
He was older and more worn down than Obi-Wan remember -but he supposed he could probably say the same thing of himself- but it was undeniable that it was the man who’d spent his days standing by Obi-Wan’s side.
Right up until-.
Right up until he couldn’t anymore.
Obi-Wan puffed out a noise as someone’s shoulder connected with his, nearly knocking him off balance and then he was walking forward, like a magnet, drawn to the man whose face had haunted his dreams.
“Cody,” Obi-Wan jerked forward, falling to his knees in front of the man, hands cupping his face as his heart ached in his chest to see Cody—his Cody—looking so confused, so lost, so-.
So unlike the last time that Obi-Wan had last seen him.
“Who- who are you?” Cody asked, looking at Obi-Wan like it was the first time he’d ever seen him and it was like a vice around his heart.
They’d always known that it was a possibility.
If the clones had accelerated growth, it was possible that the Kamonians wouldn’t have bothered to allow for it to slow once they got to their desired age.
After all, they were supposedly little more than tools of war.
The troopers didn’t mean to the galaxy what they meant to the Jedi.
What Cody meant to Obi-Wan.
Cody looked sick and brittle and the way his breaths were coming in whistling, pained gasps, Obi-Wan realized—chest feeling like it would collapse on itself—that Cody didn’t have much time at all.
And neither did Obi-Wan.
He had to go find Leia, had to return her to Bail before anything bad could happen to her, and-.
Cody took another agonizing breath and Obi-Wan pulled the man forward so that his head was on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, Obi-Wan’s fingers gently threading through Cody’s hair as he took a long, pained breath of his own.
“An old friend,” Obi-Wan said, eyes stinging as he realized that the brightness of Cody in the force was duller than he’d ever seen before, and fading fast.
He didn’t have a lot of time.
But he had time to see a friend off.
He owed them at least that.
“An old friend?” the man asked, words hoarse and breathy.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan agreed, “An old friend.”
As the light in the force started to fade, Obi-Wan started to hum, voice soft as he gently rocked Cody back and forth, throat feeling thick as he pushed the words out.
“Te net'ra tracinya
Kot ru'gotal'u
Lo akaan shekemi
Ad Buir ad buir
Bal val nuhoyi
Hukaati o'r ka'ra
Mar'e! Koor'ani
Mar'e'yi'manda….”
The flickering light disappeared and Obi-Wan nearly felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“Mar’e’yi’manda…” he repeated as a tear fell down his face.
[Mando'a Song in English:
From black fire
Family strength was forged
Into war goes
Son after his father
And they all sleep
Protected in the stars
At last the job is done
We have found heaven]
#whumptober2022#no.30#alt prompt 3#dazed and confused#star wars#fic#major character death assumed#nsfwhump#commander cody#obi-wan kenobi#codywan fanfiction#angst no happy ending#star wars fanfiction#musicsoul1982 whumps
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Post Breakup Run-Ins [WWE]
Warnings: breakups, mentions of cheating, angst, crying, heartbreak, breakout them tissues, me listening to SOUR while writing this, more angst, roman’s part is FULL ANGST, broken hearts, Roman being an ass in Jey’s part and his own part, as well as Drews, asshole!roman, mentions of cheating, insecurities, heartache, alcohol, Seth’s part is short.
A/N: All two parts. This preference involves Drew Mcintyre, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Roman Reigns & Seth Rollins. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
Drew McIntyre:
Drew and you were on different brands so a breakup was inevitable. Drew and you broke up before survivor series. You were lucky you haven’t run into him yet, but that was all going to change when survivor series happened.
You thought you could avoid him but you were so wrong. You ended up crashing right into his chest.
You were talking to Jey, so your attention wasn’t in front of you. nor was his he was looking at you. you crashed right into something solid. Nearly falling, put a strong muscular arm caught you. the familiar smell invading your nostrils. It was him.
You looked up. Staring into his eyes. he stared into your eyes.
The moment was interrupted by Jey when he pulled you off of Drew. Drew looked annoyed.
“Come on y/n/n,” Jey spoke, before dragging you away quickly. Drew and you stared at each other till you disappeared.
.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.
“You, okay?” Jey asked noticing that you were spaced out while he guided you to Roman’s private locker room.
“Do you think I should talk to him; I mean the way he stared at me…” You spoke. As Jey and you walked into Roman’s locker room.
Jey fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t why you were under Drew’s spell. He broke your heart because you got drafted to smackdown while he stayed on raw. He couldn’t even bother to try a long-distance relationship with you. In Jey’s eyes Drew didn’t deserve you or a second chance.
“He broke up with you because both of you were on different brands,” Jey pointed out.
“I know but…” You sighed, but Jey cut you off.
“Y/n, if he cared about you, he wouldn’t have broken up with you, he would have tried,” Jey grumbled. Trying to prove a point to you. You must have forgotten all those nights you cried till you had no tears left to cry.
“What are you flapping your gums about?” Roman demanded. Rubbing his temple. Jimmy looked up from his phone, while Paul looked at Jey then at you, then back at Roman.
“Y/n ran into Drew and now she wants to get back with him, which I think is stupid,” Jey grumbled. Making you roll your eyes.
Roman let out a huff. Rolling his eyes. Obviously, you forget how much it broke you when he dumped you.
Roman composed himself. Looking at you. Making your heart jump to your throat.
“He broke your heart, y/n, he couldn’t be man enough to make it work, so he dumped you, broke your heart into pieces, you spent years trying to get over him, and now you want to get back together with him,” Roman hissed out.
“But…” You gasped out. Heart thumping wildly against your ribcage.
“I’m not done talking yet, you are better off without him, he isn’t a man,” Roman spoke in a cold tone. Like he was lecturing you.
Roman got up. Walking over to you. He gently rested his hand on your cheek. Eyes looking into yours.
“I don’t think your heart could take another heartbreak from him,” Roman sighed, stroking your cheek before leaving his locker room. Leaving you standing confused. Paul followed him, as well as Jey. Jimmy trailed behind but stopped beside you.
“Y/n, don’t listen to them, do what your heart tells you, if you want to be with him, then be with him,” Jimmy spoke. Making you smile.
“Thanks, Jimmy,” You beamed. Making him give you a playful wink before he left the room.
You quickly spun around. Opening the locker room door and walking out. Searching for Drew.
After about an hour of searching for him, you were about ready to give up. You couldn’t find him. Cursing to yourself. Maybe Roman and Jey were right.
Pouting to yourself you hopped onto a crate. Wishing the world would swallow you whole. You didn’t see Drew sit down next to you.
“Hey y/n, I’m surprised your guard dogs aren’t around you,” He joked. Making you look up. Surprise edged on your features.
“Drew,” You gasped out. Mentally cursing yourself.
The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a minute or so of gazing into each other’s eyes, both of you broke the silence at the same time.
“I want to give us another chance,” Both of you spoke at the same time.
You smiled at his response. While he smiled back at you. Drew took a hold of your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours. Your heartbeat beating a hundred miles. Butterflies swarming inside of your stomach.
“I shouldn’t have broken up with you, these past few years have been torture,” Drew spoke. As you starred at him.
“It’s okay, all that matters now is that we want the same thing, and that’s that we want to get back together, to give us another chance,” You spoke. As Drew closed the space between him and you.
His other hand grabbing the side of your face. Lowering his lips down to yours. His warm lips pressing against yours softly. Eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you…
Jey Uso;
You avoided Jey, and if you did see him you would run in the other direction.
Ever since he joined Roman, he had changed and not for the better either.
Roman told Jey to forget about you, that you weren’t supportive and if you dumped him because he joined family then you never really did love him. The truth was Roman was manipulating him and you couldn’t stand it anymore.
At first, Jey listened to his cousin giving you death glares, but that all faded. He missed you. He missed your touch, your smile, how your hair smelt, how you laugh, he missed deep conversations with you. He was aching for you.
So, he planned to corner you into a corner.
“Jey, what do you want, here to glare me to death,” You asked. Placing your hands on your hips.
Instead of answering you he just grabbed the side of your face and kissed you roughly. Placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away.
“Jey…” You gasped out. Eyebrows furrowing.
“I miss you so much, I need you, I want you back,” Jey begged you. Making your heart ache.
“We can’t, you’ve changed so much, ad Roman hates me,” You sighed. Looking at him with sad eyes.
“Then what if we date in secret?” Jey suggested. Making you think for a second.
You let out a sigh.
“Okay,” You whispered. Jey was close enough to hear. He smiled before kissing you again.
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Jey let out a content sigh, as you snuggled into his bare chest. Both of you coming down from your high, after having multiple orgasms.
You traced his tattoo. Looking at a bruise of his in concern. Jey knew you weren’t fond of Roman. Or his actions, in fact, you liked to call him a self-centred asshole. Telling Jey he is manipulating him.
“What’s going on in that pretty little mind, well dirty mind?” Jey asked, winking at you on the last line.
You moved your head up, looking at him, to see him staring at you. You playfully rolled your eyes. Lightly swatting him. Jey let out a fake ow.
“I just… I wish your cousin wasn’t so self-centred. He could come and save you when you get attacked by his opponents,” You sighed. Pouting at him.
“Don’t worry, babe,” He replied. His hand cupping the side of your face.
“But I do, you get hurt, and he doesn’t, it’s hard not to,” You sighed heavily. Jey had to distract you. He was still horny, so he thought why not go for another round.
“Let’s not talk about my cousin, not when we can go for another round,” He spoke, shifting his body so he was on top of you. Your heart rate accelerating a few beats.
“But…” You tried to speak but stopped you by putting his finger on your lips.
“Sh,” Jey shushed you making you pout. Jey positioned the head of his cock with your entrance.
Before you could even protest, he entered you. Making a gasp escape your mouth. Jey smirked. Satisfied he got that reaction. Your hands gripped his forearms.
“See so much better than talking about Roman.” Jey groaned out, as your walls clenched around him as he continued to slide into you till bottom out. Your legs wrapped around his waist.
What the two of you failed to notice was that Jimmy and Roman entered Jey’s hotel room, walking in on Jey and you naked about to have sex.
“Yeah, let’s not talk about me while you are fucking this whore, in fact, I thought the both of you broke up, please don’t tell me she manipulated you into sleeping with her,” Roman shouted. Voice booming.
You let out a slight scream. You could have sworn he locked the door. But the two of you were both driven by the lust for each other that the two of you didn’t lock it. However, your shock disappeared at what he said. What a hypocrite, he was the one that was manipulating people.
“Uce,” Jey hissed out. Covering him and you. Jimmy awkwardly adverted his eyes, while Roman just glared at you. You glared back at Roman.
“We wouldn’t have broken up if you didn’t manipulate him,” You hissed out. Giving him an icy glare. Which he shot right back at you.
“Babe,” Jey gasped out. Roman scoffed.
“You are such a brat,” Roman growled out.
“Least I don’t let my cousins do my dirty work or get injured because I couldn’t be bothered to save them,” You hissed out.
“You wouldn’t understand you aren’t a part of the bloodline,” Roman shot back.
Jimmy wished he had popcorn, Jey wished this would end, because he knew Roman would make him choose and he couldn’t do that.
“Uce,” Jey hissed out. Shooting Roman a look.
“You such a manipulating asshole,” You shouted. Voice rising two octaves.
“Y/n,” Jey huffed out. Looking between Roman and you.
“Least I’m not sleeping my way to the top,” Roman smirked. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“That’s enough,” Jey shouted, slightly upset at Roman’s words.
“And there it is,” You chuckled darkly.
“It’s true, you slept with Jey, got attention, now you will probably want to sleep with someone else,” Roman growled out. Glaring at you coldly.
“You really think that low of me,” You spat out.
“Yeah,” Roman smirked.
“You are such an asshole,” You yelled.
“Might be but you wouldn’t understand, even if Jey did make you understand you just wouldn’t get it,” Roman spat out. Crossing his arms. Did he just call you dumb? you thought to yourself. You wrapped the sheet around you, getting up. Jey quickly covered himself with the quilt cover.
“No, you are being a manipulating toxic asshole, I honestly think you need a reality check, and I hope Brock knocks some sense into you,” You shouted. Walking over to him. Roman’s glare intensified.
“Y/n,” Jey hissed out. While Jimmy looked amused. Damn you had balls to stand up to Roman and say that.
“Jey is either her or us?” Roman spoke, giving him an alternative. Making you narrow your eyes.
You quickly slapped him hard. Making Jey gasp and Jimmy try to control his laugh. The slap echoed through the hotel room. Roman grabbed his cheek a red mark formed on his cheek.
“I’ll do you one better, I’m done,” You hissed out. Casting a look at Jey, before you turned your head to look at Roman. Giving him an icy glare. You stormed off. Jey quickly got out of the bed, holding the quilt close, as he chased after you. Roman rolled his eyes.
“Y/n, wait,” Jey gasped out. Voice full of panic. He couldn’t lose you again.
“You are just going to walk out with a sheet wrapped around you,” Roman questioned smugly. Jey shot him a look, as you stopped in the doorway of the front door. The door was half-opened.
“Well, got to keep my slutty reputation up,” You spat out, slamming the door after you exited it.
Jey glared at Roman.
“What the hell was that?” Jey hissed out.
“She wouldn’t understand, and she is a distraction,” Roman responded. Shrugging his shoulders like he just did Jey a huge favour. Jey glared at his cousin….
Jimmy Uso:
Jimmy cheated on you. He begged you for forgiveness telling you it was a moment of weakness and he missed you.
But you weren’t having any of it so, you ended it.
Jimmy vowed to get you back. Yelling at you that he wouldn’t stop until you were his again.
You weren’t really surprised to see him at your doorstep.
The loud sound of persistent knocking came from your front door. Taking you away from the tub of ice cream and the show that was playing on the TV. You whipped your tears away. Before walking to the door. Unlocking it and taking the lock chain off, before opening the door.
You let out a groan of annoyance when you saw Jimmy at your doorstep. Eyes red from crying. He was the one that got himself in this mess. Holding a bouquet. Like they were going to fix the issue.
You were about to close the door, but he stopped you. a look of panic crossing his face.
“Please, y/n, I love you, I am so sorry I cheated on you, it was a moment of weakness, please, I love you,” He pleaded.
You closed your eyes. Fighting the tears back. You then reopened your eyes.
“If you ever loved me, you would have never cheated on me,” You snapped. Before slamming the door and locking it. Putting the chain lock across before walking back to the couch. Turning up the volume on the TV to drown out Jimmy’s pleas.
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You wished your self-doubt would go away, you wished you didn’t fall in love with Jimmy, but nothing is ever simple or easy in life.
The first few months of the breakup you wallowed. Crying your eyes out. Eating junk food to comfort you. To soothe your breaking heart. It didn’t help when Jimmy kept coming around with gifts trying to apologize. You didn’t want the gifts, you just wanted his love, but he couldn’t give that to you. Because if he even loved you, he wouldn’t have cheated.
He only went away when Sasha threatened him. Chewing his ear out. It pained you to see her get up him, but he did hurt you, and he did deserve her grilling. Sasha was your best friend in the company. Claiming you were the best hairdresser in WWE.
So, when you didn’t come to work, she started to worry about you. Till the point, she came over. Comforting you and telling you, you needed a distraction and to forget about him.
So, here you were at the salon you worked at. Trying to distract yourself. But failing miserably.
A bunch of teenage girls going to prom, made you think of Jimmy. Wishing it were that simple. You styled their hair. Doing your best not to think of Jimmy, asking about who they were going to prom with, what their gowns looked like, but it was hard not to think of Jimmy when his twin brother made his way into the salon. You rolled your eyes, as he walked over to you. The teenage girls swooned over him.
“Is he your boyfriend?” One asked.
“He is so cute,” One of the girls spoke.
“He is so hot,” Another one swooned.
“What do you want Jey?” You asked as you continued to curl the teenage girl's hair. She was the last one.
“Do you have a minute?” Jey asked. As he sat down on the bench to the side. The teenage girls stared at him in awe. While Jey shot them a wink. Some of them blushed while some of them giggled. You rolled your eyes. Shooting him a look.
“Are you two dating?” The teenage girl whose hair you were curling asked. Jey’s eyebrow flicked up.
“She wishes,” He teased. Giving you a playful look. He was trying to cheer you up. Seeing how miserable you looked. You rolled your eyes at his answer.
“He wishes,” You grumbled. As you curl the last strand of her hair.
“Nah, she dated my twin brother,” He spoke. Making the teenage girls gasp.
“There’s another one that looks like you,” One of the girls gushed out.
“Alright girls, all done, go to the counter and I will ring up the price,” You spoke. They all obliged, but not before giving Jey flirty looks.
“Can I have a word?” Jey asked. Making you let out a huff.
“I’m busy,” You huffed out, as you unplugged the curling iron.
“I’ll wait,” Jey responded. Crossing his arm as he sat on one of the chairs.
“Fine, just give me a second,” You sighed. Walking off to go charge the teenage girls. Their mums were there as well. Paying for the styling. You smiled warmly at them as they left the store. Telling the girls to have fun.
You let out a heavy sigh. Dreading to go back and talk to Jey. You knew he would want you to get back with Jimmy.
You took a deep breath before letting it out. Walking back to Jey.
“What do you want Jey?” You sighed out, as you reorganized your kit.
“He misses you, and you miss him, the two of you look like shit, and I before you argue and say he cheated on you, he regrets doing it, he needs you and you need him, can you please look past the fact he cheated on you and go back to him, at least give him another shot or be his friend,” Jey pleaded.
“I can’t Jey,” You sighed. Tears gathering in your eyes you quickly wiped them away.
“At least come back to WWE, everyone misses you,” Jey sighed. You thought about it for a second before looking up at him.
“Fine, but keep Jimmy away from me,” You sighed. Jey smiled brightly. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close into his chest. Giving you a bone-crushing hug. You let out a groan of pain. His plan worked, now all he had to do was get Jimmy and you back together…
Roman Reigns:
Breakups were hard. Especially how Roman and you ended. He ended up telling you he still has feelings for Galina and wanted to try again with her.
That left your heart breaking into two. You quickly rushed out of the room, while he called your name.
Ever since then you have been avoiding him. It didn’t help that the two of you worked in the same place, smackdown.
Doubts setting in your mind, where you a placeholder? Did he ever love you? Did he cheat on you?
Unfortunately for you, your luck ran out. You bumped into him in the hallways.
You felt like your throat was closing up. Heart thumping loudly in your eardrums.
“Hey, y/n, I haven’t seen you lately, how are you? Are you okay?” He asked. Looking at you with a general interest. His eyes looked sad. The nerve of him to ask you that, to even speak to you like you are his friend.
“Okay?” You shouted out. tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“I can’t even look at you without bursting into tears. You broke my heart, you ruined me,” You snapped. Tears falling from your eyes.
Out of habit roman went to wipe them away but you slapped his hand away.
“Did you even love me? Or was it just fake, maybe you even used me just so you felt less lonely,” You snapped. Bianca noticed the Commotion. She quickly walked over to Roman and you. she wasn’t too impressed with how Roman broke your heart, after all, you ran to her crying your eyes out till you passed out. She was your best friend, so she felt a little protective over you.
“I hate you; I never want to talk or see you ever again, heck, I’m going to see if I can go to raw, and if I can’t then I quit,” You yelled. roman looked heartbroken, but you didn’t care.
“Come on y/n/n,” Bianca spoke softly, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you away from Roman, casting him a glare over her shoulder.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” She spoke in a soothing voice. While your body shook in anger.
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You no longer had emotional breakdowns over Roman. Lies. At least not in front of anyone. Though Bianca believed you weren’t over Roman. Especially since you got drunk to numb the pain or have one-night stands with other guys, to forget about him, and the fact he chooses her not you.
Roman on the other hand after his encounter with you, wasn’t doing so well. He made a mistake breaking up with you to be with Galina.
He saw how cold you were to him, but deep down he knew it was all a front. He knew you were breaking, and he was breaking too. But he knew he couldn’t break up with Galina as well.
She noticed Roman’s behaviour as well. Often finding him deep in thought. Or scrolling through his phone. Looking at selfies of you. Sometimes he would stalk your Instagram as well. At first, she felt jealous, but then she accepted that a part of Roman was going to love you.
“You still love her, don’t you?” Galina asked as she noticed Roman was looking at photos of you again. He quickly locked his phone a little too quickly for her liking.
“It doesn’t matter, I’m with you now, I picked you,” Roman spoke. Flashing her a soft smile. That didn’t quite reach his eyes.
She let out a sigh. Just because he flashed her a smile. She could tell it didn’t reach his eyes. He was miserable without you. Every time he was happy his mind would then wander off to you. His smile turning into a frown. She could tell he missed you.
“Talk to her,” She sighed.
“She hates me,” Roman sighed.
“She hates that you choose me over her, and truthfully I only think you choose me because of the kids, and maybe you do still love me, but I know you love y/n more,” Galina spoke. Giving him a sad smile. He needed to hear it.
Roman tried to speak but Galina cut him off again.
“Go win her back, give you her your all, and if it doesn’t work out, we can try again,” She spoke.
Roman smiled at her sadly. Getting up and walking over to her.
“I’m sorry, for doing this to you,” Roman sighed. Cupping the side of her face. She looked up at him. Slightly smiling. Leaning into him. Her hands grabbed his wrists.
“I know, but you still love her, go get her,” Galina spoke. Leaning up till her lips pressed against his. Kissing each other passionately one last time before he went to your apartment complex…
Nerves racked throughout Roman’s body. Palms clammy. Rehearsing in his mind what he was going to say to you. Roman took a deep shake breath in then exhaled. Clenching his hand into a fist. Bringing his fist up to the door and knocking.
He knocked three times. Calling your name. But got no response. His heart hammered against his rib cage.
“Look, y/n, I know you don’t want to see me, but I left her, I want us to get back together,” Roman spoke voice slight loud.
Roman heard the door behind him. Making him glance over his shoulder. Seeing your neighbour standing there in their pyjamas. Looking slightly annoyed.
“She’s not home,” They grumbled. Looking at Roman in irritation.
“That’s fine, I can wait for her,” Roman replied. Giving your neighbour a forced smile.
“You’ll be waiting for a while,” One of your neighbours spoke. Making Roman shrug his shoulder.
“Your problem,” Your neighbour grumbled. They were about to slam the door when Roman spoke again.
“Is she doing, okay?” Roman asked.
“By okay you mean, coming home drunk while her friend helps her, or doesn’t come home at all till the next day?” Your neighbour shot out. Shotting Roman a glare. Before shutting the door.
Guess he deserved that. But that got Roman worrying more about you. You weren’t doing okay, and it was all because of him….
“And after all, he put me through, I still fucking love him,” You drunkenly blurted out. Making Damian furrow his eyebrows as you downed the shot. An idea popped into his mind.
“How about I get him off your mind?” Damian suggested.
“How?” You asked as Damian got up off the barstool, tilting his head to the side hinting at the dance floor. Holding his hand out to you. You bite your lip, a small smile forming on your lips.
“Okay, handsome,” You slurred out, getting up and taking his hand. Damian pulled you towards the dance floor…
Seth Rollins;
You tried to get transferred to NXT but no, Vince wanted you on Smackdown live.
It was hard to avoid someone you loved, hard to look at him, hard to be happy for him since he was now a father. You weren’t too happy when you found out the woman, he cheated on you with Becky was pregnant, it broke your heart.
So, when you did bump into Seth you cast your gaze down to the ground and walked off muttering an apology and walking off.
Seth felt bad. All the guilt of cheating you eating up inside of him. he tried to apologize to you he really did, but you ignored him. he knew he broke your heart. He loved Becky but deep down in his heart you always held a special place.
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The alcohol only numbed your heartache to a certain extent. Though you always ended up crying yourself to sleep. You wished that you didn’t fall in love with him, then you wouldn’t be so broken. Wondering what you did wrong.
You tried your best to avoid Seth, especially Becky. You were hoping you would get released to at least ease your pain, but that never happened. You could only wait till your contract ended. Then you could be free of him. Maybe you would wrestler in AEW or Impact anywhere that was free of Seth and Becky.
All you wanted was to be enough for him, and you weren’t. You thought he loved you, but he didn’t. You were sick of feeling heartbroken…
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I Call This One: Bold & Brash!
The egos x artist! gn! reader
ty @pokemonpunqueen for the request!
A/N: I’ve decided that I’m gonna write for the egos when I can’t think of anything else or I need practice writing lmao. I mean I was doing that before? But I didn’t know it? listen it’s fine it’ll be fine but FOR NOW I thiiiink I’m gonna take requests. Just a few. I’ll stop when I think it gets too much. This is exactly what it says. I focused on like drawing/painting for “artist”, with some references to animation thrown in there. I did Darkiplier, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Google, Eric, and a Host thrown in there bc I love him and I miss him
Word count is 1.5k
Enjoy
Egos x artist!reader
Darkiplier
He’ll want to commission art from you
He makes comments about how Mark is a narcissist but also he’s a narcissist.
Oh look, Dark’s asking you for another picture. What does he want? He wants you to draw him? Again? For the fifth time this fucking month? Wonderful.
He likes looking at how you make art of him, be it stylistic or realistic
He will hang them up all over the fucking house so pace yourself
He’s fine if you draw anybody else
Except Mark. Never Mark. How can he tell, you ask? No fucking clue, but he does
Gets a bit worried that you won’t make enough money to live comfortably
Just because not everyone needs a fucking MANSION-
Will always buy things for you if you ask
Likes to be able to support your job or hobby
Sugar daddy? I mean maybe
Makes sure you eat, sleep, drink water, survive--
Leaves snacks for you at your desk for when you don’t want a meal.
Carries you to bed if you fall asleep at a desk
Recommends you wear comfy clothes at all times so you can fall asleep wherever
A bit of an enabler, he’s doing his best tho
If you take commissions don’t be surprised if he threatens to kill someone when they don’t pay or are rude to you
He loves you, that’s all
Wilford
Fucking elated
Draw him!!! Please!!!! Please draw him!!!!! He has coin!!!!! He can pay!!!!!
Ecstatic if you actually draw him like he’ll giggle for an hour straight just looking
Secretly commissions more art from you
So also sugar daddy
It’s always something so obvious so you know it’s him anyways
He likes bright colors and eyestrain for some reason
If you make that, he just. Stares at it. Unblinking. You have to snap him out of it (im not projecting what do you mean)
Gets extremely worried about you not taking care of yourself
Gets someone to fucking babysit you when he’s gone so you take care of yourself
When you get greatly offended by this he settles for texting you reminders
And when you ignore those he texts more
Don’t be surprised if you get spammed by several people and an alarm starts to play from somewhere in the house
You’re gonna be healthy whether you like it or not, asshole
Drags you to bed aggressively
He WILL NOT drug your food with melatonin because that’s illegal. B U T-
He’s a little confused, but he got the spirit
Will advertise your art to anyone and everyone and also on his show and threatens the audience with a gun
AGAIN, a little confused. he just wuvs u so much
Yancy
I mean technically he’s kind of an artist too so he appreciates your skill and creativity
He’s very nosy and likes to look over your shoulder while you work
If you don’t like him doing that, he still does it, just more secretively
Likes to work in the same room as you.
That is if you don’t mind constant singing or tap dancing in the background
He shows off your art to anyone and everyone and gets mad if they don’t immediately say it’s fantastic
May or may not have stabbed someone over it, you’ll never know
If you show him something you’re working on, he’ll show you something he’s working on in return
The law of equivalent exchange
You tell him you can make MONEY from things like art and dancing and he goes apeshit he gets so fucking excited
If you’re like an animator and offer to animate his dancing he might actually cry
He’ll deny it constantly every day until he dies
If you make things traditionally he hangs them on the wall Everywhere
You might run out of room
By which i mean you will run out of room as soon as possible
Will never tell you a drawing is bad ever unless it’s like Really Bad which it never will be in his eyes
He loves anything and everything you do u are so precious
You have a permanent support system within the man
Google
Used to see art as pointless
Then comprehended the chemical release it causes in the brain and thought that was fine
Then saw you get really mad with something you were working on and got confused again?
If art no make good chemical, why art?
He still doesn’t understand, but that’s ok
You tried to get him to make something once
He just. Kinda. Made a buncha ones and zeroes
You still framed it and hung in on the wall and he got embarrassed
If he could blush, he would
If you draw him he looks like he doesn’t care but it’s at that point he decides he would die for you
Primary objective: answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective: make u happy. Tertiary objective is to destroy mankind
If you draw bing that will disappear IMMEDIATELY you have BETRAYED him
If you ask for a color palette recommendation he Always says the google colors. Always.
You might’ve thought he was going for an rgby type of thing. But then you realize.
He is in charge of your financing. He will tell you the most efficient ways to make money as an artist and you follow then
He is also in charge of making sure you FUCKING EAT A MEAL
“But isn’t an objective to destroy mankind?” shut up he’s not happy about it either
Despite his best efforts he loves you and that ain’t gonna change
Illinois
Doesn’t fully understand
He needs to be outside at all times and cannot stay in one place
And you’re like??? Required to stay still???? For prolonged amounts of time????? Disgusting. Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?
He might ask you to try and teach him
If you do try he gives up almost immediately
Sometimes you just get so into it that you forget to do basic things and he gets upset
(i.e. eating, sleeping, living, etc.)
He gets worried about you
He is a hypocrite bc he does the same
He will drag you to bed, motherfucker
Honestly he might lock your shit somewhere until you fucking take care of yourself. it’s like a hostage situation god
“Where the fuck did you put it” “I have no clue what you mean. I might know if you eat your dinner, though”
Asshole (affectionate)
Sometimes you like make faces when you try to draw a person and it’s hilarious and cute to him
He looks at your drawings the moment you walk away but acts like he doesn’t care
He cares a lot
Will support you no matter what but will also tell you without hesitation if he thinks something looks shit
Listen he’s out of line but he’s right
Eric
Loves you a lot and will support anything and everything you choose to do or make
Drawing? Awesome! Painting? Wonderful! Animation? Superb!
He often wants to buy you supplies or something but he does not know what anything is
Fuck is a chalk pencil???? What are gel pens vs normal pens?????? Watercolor????? What the fuck are you saying??????????
Will subtly drop hints that you could,,,, draw him,,,,, maybe,,,,, if u wanna
And by subtly I mean he starts to ask and then starts crying
If you draw him he will cry again he loves u so much
If he ever were to get a tattoo it’d be something u drew. Nothing else is as important to him at the moment
He enjoys photography and film, and likes to try and bond with you over artistic things
I mean. Some things overlap.
You could talk about a single drawing for hours and he’d listen intently the whole time
Don’t ask him for feedback, it’s always some version of “it’s perfect and I love you”
Even if he hates it
Which,,,,, he might hate it sometimes
He’s not a good reviewer. 2/10, very biased
He likes to take photos when you’re in the zone
If you tell him to delete them he will
While secretly making one his home screen
Host
Hey, he gets it
He writes, he understands the hyperfocus
Sometimes he wouldn’t move from his chair for a day because he was busy writing a script
That being said, you probably have to be the one to get him to take care of himself
Or you have to take turns
Otherwise you’re both gonna fucking die
He asks you to describe your art to him and tries to picture it.
He’ll tell you if he thinks it probably looks good or bad
You shouldn’t take it to heart because he can’t see it
He is a bastard sometimes
“Well, what do you think?” “I think it looks fantastic” “Thanks, babe” “...” “... you think you’re fucking funny, don’t you”
He asks if you can draw him sometimes
No, he won’t see it, but he’ll appreciate the sentiment if you do
He will ask for your opinion on his scripts sometimes
If you say it’s bad he gets really defensive
You work in the same room a lot of the time and forget the other is there
One of you has to preemptively order food or like set a timer so you can goddamn Survive
You’ll be fine
#markiplier egos x reader#darkiplier x reader#wilford warfstache x reader#yancy x reader#illinois x reader#googleplier x reader#eric derekson x reader#eric derickson x reader#x gn reader#x gender neutral reader#darkiplier x gn reader#wilford x reader#wilford warfstache x gn reader#yancy x gn reader#illinois x gn reader#googleplier x gn reader#eric derekson x gn reader#i'll be honest i only thought about this bc i saw mark's fucking VIDEO on tiktok and got kind of excited
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choi beomgyu — cardigan
pairing ; beomgyu x gn!reader
warnings ; implied self-harm at one part, mention of scars, but nothing graphic depicted !
a/n ; this is part of my idols as taylor swift song series ! let me know who and what song i should do next ! <33
— not proofread!
❝ i knew you, dancin' in your levi's, drunk under a streetlight, i knew you, hand under my sweatshirt, baby, kiss it better ❞
the two of you were inseparable, the kind of relationship everybody wanted, the kind people dreamt about being lucky enough to have someday. it was the kind of young love depicted in young adult movies, the kind of love that felt like summer and left you with a taste of nostalgia. the type of love so pure and exciting, bound to break your heart, but all so worth it.
❝ and when i felt like an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite ❞
he always had a way of making you feel so special. the look in his eyes so full of love, it was unmistakable. you had never had many friends, that lonely feeling consuming you and following you around like a shadow, day by day. until him, you had never known closeness, you had never been accepted for all of you, the beautiful and the ugly. the way he would throw his head back laughing at a simple joke of yours, the way he would pull you in for a hug whenever his eyes landed on you, it was all a dream come true.
❝ i knew you playing hide and seek and giving me your weekends, i knew you heartbeat on the high rise, once in 20 lifetimes ❞
the two of you spent all your free time together, shutting out the world surrounding you. he made you feel unstoppable; like you could do anything. he was the feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. he was your racing heart while you ran from the cops. he was pure adrenaline, addicting and lovely until the last second it lingered in your veins. you found yourself craving him, always needing to be in his presence to feel whole.
❝ to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed, you drew stars around my scars and now i'm bleeding ❞
he always adored every inch of you. it was a completely new and overwhelming feeling; being loved so much it hurt. he used to doodle on your scarred arms and thighs, just to show you that your body was beautiful, despite all of the pain displayed on your skin. to him, your body was an art piece, stunning and unique, and it was all for him.
❝ cause i knew you, leaving on the last train, marked me like a blood stain, i knew you, tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy❞
all of the memories of him seemed so far away now, almost as if they never happened; like he wasn't real. he had left with no real goodbye. you had heard from others that he had departed on the last train out of town, leaving you alone once again. the days seemed to drag on without him; almost like a withdrawal, you were addicted and needed to relearn life without him.
❝ i knew you, leaving like a father, running like water, and when you are young, they assume you know nothing ❞
he had left so suddenly, almost as if something had happened to make him forget all of the beautiful moments the two of you shared over so many months. how could he not remember when the thoughts of him would forever be replayed in your mind on a heartbreaking loop? he left like you had meant nothing, and that had proven to be the hardest pill to swallow.
❝ cause i knew you'd linger like a tattooed kiss, i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs, the smell of smoke would hang around this long, cause i knew everything when i was young ❞
it had always been clear to you that he was unforgettable. you’d spend months after his disappearance imagining what it would be like if he returned back to you. it was all you could ever hope for and more; the only thing that kept you going through all the sorrow he had caused. trying to forget him was like pretending like you had never seen color, knowing your past was only vibrancy.
❝ i knew i'd curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line, i knew you'd miss me when the thrill expired ❞
you saw him down every hall, around every corner, the essence of him inescapable. everywhere you turned, you were met with memories of your lost love. the old grocery store you used to sit in the parking lot of, just listening to your favorite songs and enjoying each other's company; the tree in the park you sat under, head in his lap as his perfect lips read softly to you, his voice smooth as honey and silk. he was the most beautiful part of being alive, and without him, it was dull and grey. you resented him for leaving you. why would he let you admire his presence for so long only to rip it away when he grew tired of it all?
❝ and i knew you'd be standin' in my front porch light, and i knew you'd come back to me, and you'd come back to me ❞
a part of you always knew, or hoped, rather, that he would be back for you. you wanted him to miss you the way you missed him, to hurt the way you did all this time. you wondered if you would forgive him if he ever returned, but deep down, you know you could never resist him. so when you heard the familiar sound of his three small knocks on your front door, opening it to see the tall brunette standing on your front porch, you couldn't help but throw yourself into his arms, taking in the scent that had been long washed from the old cardigan he had left you.
“i’ve missed you.”
❝ and when i felt like an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and told me i was your favorite ❞
#txt beomgyu#choi beomgyu#beomgyu#beomgyu scenarios#beomgyu drabbles#txt scenarios#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu x you#beomgyu x y/n#txt x y/n#txt x reader#tomorrow by together#tomorrow x tomorrow#txt angst#txt blurbs#txt imagines#txt headcanons#txt reactions
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HIGH SCHOOL!SUKUNA x F!READER
thinking about bad boy itadori sukuna who all the kids at school try to steer clear from because they know he’s bad news and if you get involved with him then you’re bound to be tied with bad luck for as long as he lives. well, that is everyone except for the president of the student council who so happens to be his childhood best friend turned lover.
this is mostly written for my own self indulgence and to project my fantasies of having a boyfriend onto sukuna but feel free to treat this as any other headcanon! ps i am pretty sure canon sukuna would kill a baby at any given situation, but this is going to be a revamped version of sukuna written by yours truly ;) and its a high school au so sukuna won’t be a complete menace to society and will actually have a heart heh
also i didn’t realize how long this was going to be??? this is kind of all over place too because i just wanted to throw all of my thoughts onto this post so there might be some plot holes in this LOL
i feel like sukuna would be the type of bad boy who isn’t necessarily a bad boy but everyone at school just paints him as some kind of delinquent because of all the tattoos and piercings he has.
he actually shows up to school more often than you think he would (but that’s only because you’re in most of his classes so long story short: you’re his only motivation for attending class)
“forgets” to bring his work books to class more than usual (in reality he does this on purpose so he has an excuse to be near you) so he requests to sit next to you the entire class period so he can share with you for the meantime but whenever the teachers not looking he’ll go back to admiring your face.
his older twin brother, itadori yuji, is very fond of you since you three grew up together and you both had your chances of being a victim to his antics!
exhibit a: in middle school when you and yuji were watching tv together, the show you two were watching would keep switching to some wrestling match broadcasting on a sports channel and no matter how many times you turned the tv on and off, it just would not stop. but it wasn’t until you heard snickering from the kitchen that you realized sukuna had a spare remote and was the mastermind behind the whole thing.
exhibit b: sukuna and yuji’s mom was the owner of a bakery so every now and then she would have either one of the twins come deliver freshly baked pastries to your household! oh how wrong was she to trust her youngest. sukuna was now a freshman in high school, and by now you would’ve thought that sukuna would have grown out of his childish phase, but WRONG! sukuna was still a menace in your life even past childhood. so when you bit into one of the macaroons, instead of being hit with the overwhelming taste of [favorite flavor], all you could feel was the burning sensation of wasabi kicking into your tastebuds.
yeah after the whole wasabi macaroon freak accident, you stopped accepting everything sukuna offered to you and opted to only eating pastries out of the boxes that yuji delivered to you. (sukuna eventually caught onto this and was just TEENSY bit upset but he would rather down a whole tube of wasabi than to tell you upfront)
now, how did you two even end up dating??? oh boy now that is a story
you see, yours and sukuna’s dynamic growing up was similar to that of tom and jerry’s— you being jerry and sukuna being 10x worse than tom of course
but it wasn’t until a confession after school behind the cherry blossom tree that was known for bringing good luck to successful confessions that sukuna finally realized that maybe he really did like you just a little lot bit
sukuna overheard the boy who was planning on confessing to you talking to his friend group about how “sweet and caring” you are (although sukuna could argue otherwise, you were a little brat. *LIKE HELLO?!&:&:& YOU WEREN’T THE ONE WHO ATE A MACAROON FILLED WASABI**) and obviously his ears perked up at the mention of your name. he grew up with you after all so naturally he would be interested in a conversation that revolved around you.
but then the boys started going on about how “you looked like an easy catch” and how “your body was bangin’!” yeah no, that’s where he drew the line. sure sukuna was an ass and talked shit about you most of the time (in his defense it wasn’t like he was doing it behind your back) but if he ever caught someone else talking about you like that then he would be sure to give them a hard time.
he hid behind one of the bushes near the cherry blossom tree while the boy was professing his love for you. funnily enough, for a moment sukuna forgot why he was originally there because he was too busy trying to stifle a laugh as he watched the boy stumble over his words.
“okay shows over” sukuna thought as the confession was reaching its conclusion, but just as he was about to step in and give the poor boy a piece of his mind, he stopped in his tracks when he heard you roaring with laughter.
“did you really think that i wouldn’t hear about what you and your friends said about me earlier? you’re really pathetic if you think any girl would be easy enough to fall to her knees for you because news flash! you’re a disgusting pig and you deserve to rot in hell for speaking about a girl’s worth like that.”
“it’s kind of sad too, i thought you were a nice boy and i probably would have given you a chance but it seems like you’re even worse than scum! damn it, to think there was somebody out there who’s even worse than sukuna.”
of course sukuna was not pleased to hear that last bit, but he did have a proud grin forming on his face as he watched the boy run away, flustered from your rejection and the embarrassment he was put through.
“sukuna i know you’re hiding behind the bush.”
“huh? i came here way before you got here, there’s no way you could have seen me.” he said as he stood up to his full height.
“well, your laughter isn’t exactly the quietest, plus i can spot that hair of yours from a mile away.”
lets just say, sukuna was glad you didn’t ask him what he was doing there because he wasn’t sure if he could spare the embarrassment of telling you that he was planning on ruining the confession.
after that whole fiasco happened, sukuna started to feel(!&:&::&) things
like he started to notice how you styled your hair differently one day and how you switched to a new perfume that smelled like spearmint (was that weird? for sukuna probably not. he just excuses it as being highly observant)
you weren’t dumb either, you had a feeling sukuna was there that day of the confession because he too had overheard the conversation between the boy and his friends as well (you knew he was prideful and if you brought it up then he probably would’ve denied it)
so from there on out it was just mutual pining at the point except... well.... not really??
i feel like it was just an unspoken agreement between you two that you guys were “together” but not “together together” because he started to treat you differently than he would before. like for example, he’d carry your bag for you whenever you guys would walk home (yuji was confused by this at first because if anything, it would have made more sense to see sukuna make you carry HIS bag, but he eventually caught on to sukuna’s feelings for you because they were twin brothers after all), he started walking you to class more often even though his class was all the way on the other side of the school (you asked him why but he just shrugged and said he was just “killing time” so that he wouldn’t have to go to class and then you ended up scolding him), and there was also that one time you miraculously found a $20 bill in your backpack after mentioning to sukuna that there was this cute top you saw at the mall the other day but didn’t have enough money at the time to purchase it (you asked him about this but he said it was probably yuji, but you didn’t want to pry any further since you wanted to cherish the fact that sukuna cared that much)
but eventually you got sick of this whole push and pull game that you physically had to tug the collar of his school uniform and pull him in for a kiss (he was visibly shocked at this because he never would’ve imagined you as the assertive type. not that he was complaining though)
“oya? didn’t think you liked me this much kitten.” he said laughing while you rolled your eyes.
“as if, i got tired of you being a wuss so one of us had to wear the pants in the relationship.” you snorted, causing him to irk.
to be honest, your relationship with him is smooth sailing because you both were pretty chill people and you didn’t have to worry about him sneaking behind your back to see other girls because 1. literally all the girls at school are terrified of him and 2. he knew what you were capable of doing to him if you were to ever catch him cheating on you so he wants to stay on your good side
jealous and possessive don’t exist in his dictionary because he is the epitome of those two words. remember what i said about how your relationship is smooth sailing? i kinda lied.
he’s easily jealous like for example: when you were in english class and the teacher had you guys jot down some notes, you realized you forgot to ask for your pencil back when you lent it to your friend last period.
so you asked sukuna to borrow a pencil but instead of giving you a pencil, he called you an idiot for being so forgetful.
this makes you mad so you turn to your male classmate since he was sitting on your opposite side and ask him for a pencil instead.
sukuna was practically fuming the entire class period and once the day ended and you two were back at your place, he made sure to mark you real good. (oh he also went out to buy a pack of mechanical pencils to sneak into your backpack so that next time you forget your pencils, you’ll have 10 extra pencils sitting in your backpack as backup)
he’s not a big fan of pda in public, but on the chances he will show some of it, the most he will do is wrap an arm around your shoulder or waist whenever some dude is trying to hit on you.
BUT IN PRIVATE? better buckle up because your in for a ride wink wink
really likes putting hickeys on you to a fault! but will never put any visible ones on your neck because he doesn’t want your parents to view him as some kind of animal (but he has nothing to worry about because your parents really like him and are grateful for the fact that he’s very loyal to you, and you guys grew up together so it’s only natural that your parents are accepting of him since they already know he has a good heart underneath that tough facade of his)
oh, and yuji starts learning how to knock whenever you come over (or shuts himself in his room for the meantime if he thinks it’s unsafe to step out of his room) because chances are, you’re probably making out with sukuna in his room or smth.
now onto the spicy stuff
when you and sukuna first started dating, the first thing you told him was that you weren’t ready to have sex yet because you were nervous and sukuna understood and told you that he was willing to wait for whenever you were ready.
but when you were ready though, it was kind of spontaneous and you weren’t even wearing a matching pair of bra and underwear that day
you two were chilling in your room watching some stupid (according to sukuna) animal documentary when suddenly you felt his hand on your thigh
dating sukuna and all, it was normal for him to have his hands on some part of your body (whether it be your thigh or your waist) while you two were in bed.
but you were feeling a bit bolder HORNEE than usual so you began to leave a hot trail of kisses starting from his jaw all the way down to his neck.
sukuna obviously got the memo but before those kisses could escalate into something more daring, he asked you once more if you were completely sure you wanted to do it and once you gave him the green light, he was quick to tug his shirt over his head and pounce on you.
he started getting really into it though and accidentally bit your thigh which made you loose your high and scold him for it, but he let out a hearty laugh and muttered a quick apology before getting back into business
sike i lied, remember what i said about it being spontaneous? yeah, you technically didn’t loose your virginity to him that day because after he finished prepping you, you both came to a realization that you didn’t have a condom.
oh well, there’s always next time!
i think sukuna is a sucker for pet names: his favorite thing to call you is either kitten or princess and that’s it LOL he finds calling you baby or babe is a bit too cheesy for him
but he likes it when you call him baby or babe ;)
date nights consist of either staying in and cuddling in his room, going out for a walk at night (but very very late though. there’s still lamp posts that guide your way through the streets but it gives you the heebie jeebies to be out walking outside so late. sukuna always reminds you that nothing bad will happen as long as he’s right by your side), or just spending time with you and your families.
but if you’re really down to do it, he’ll probably initiate a make out session that’ll lead to y’all fucking one way or another (he only ever does it if he is 100% sure that you’re feeling it because he knows you get easily embarrassed if he asks you straight up)
(this part is mainly written for me because i love the idea of sukuna being over at family functions, but it can be applied as part of the general hc heh) if you took him to any of your family functions as your plus one for the first time, all the aunts and uncles would be a bit wary of him at first due to all of the tattoos and piercings he has (sukuna swears he has never felt so self conscious before) but after they strike up a conversation with him and find out that he’s actually a good guy who knows what he wants to do in the future and is very loyal to you, they start to like him more.
your little cousins adore him and love it when he comes over because sukuna is a very tall high schooler which makes him the perfect candidate as a monkey bar
so when you noticed that all the little ones started to climb on his body and mess around with his hair, you were quick to react because you knew your boyfriend was easily irritable which prompted you to think he hated kids
but there was nothing to worry about because when you saw him playing around with them and even crack a smile, you felt your heart grow fuzzy at the sight and you knew right then and there that you wanted to stick by sukuna’s side for the rest of your life
and in the unfortunate circumstances that sukuna is too busy to make it to one of your functions, the first thing everyone asks is “where’s your boyfriend?” or “where’s ‘kuna? i wanna play with him!”
so you have to facetime him and let him know that everyone is wondering where he is (your phone is dead by the end of the night because after the adults get their turn at saying hi to your boyfriend, the kids snatch your phone and end up talking to him for the rest of the night)
but in conclusion, everyone is waiting for the day he gets on one knee to propose to you and your parents are itching to get to get call sukuna their son-in-law :))
also don’t forget that your parents want two grandchildren: one boy and one girl!
#sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#sukuna hc#ryomensukuna#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen hc#jjk hc#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#anime#anime fanfic#jjk
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Sukuna x reader
After meeting the older man at a local bar, he takes you back to his house and gives you a night you’ll never forget.
~[rough sex, degrading, oral sex, cream pie, reader gets fucked dumb, rich older man sukuna]~
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We’re you really about to do this? Go home with a random guy you just met in a bar? Well, it’s not like you had much choice now you were in his car. What was his name again? Suk..sukuna? Something like that. You just couldn’t resist when he made the offer, you’d been eyeing each other up all night until he bumped into you on his way back inside from smoking.
You were caught in his wire the second those crimson eyes glared into yours, he bent down to your height and put a finger under your chin “is there something you want, sweetheart?”. His voice was like venom dipped gold, a dangerous tone that only drew you in more. you could hardly get a word out In his presence, lips stuttering as words escaped you
“what’s the matter? Curse got your tongue?”
A wicked smirk accompanied his words “do you want to go dance?” You asked, a stupid question really. The mysterious man chuckled “hmmm that’s not my thing darlin’ but I’d love to take you home” he purred against your ear as a sharp black nail dragged down your exposed chest. Without even a second thought you nodded to the mans offer and soon he was leading you out of the bar. It wasn’t a long drive to his place and you spoke a little at first, exchanging names and casual conversation.
When you reached his house you were convinced you’d just been kidnapped by some drug lord about to sell you to an underground market. This guys house was huge, heavy metal gates that required a code blocked the entrance and a huge pool covered the back garden.
You stood at the window of the large master bedroom, looking out onto the glowing water below, he came up behind you and handed you a drink. You took it and almost downed the whole thing in your nervousness but a hand soon coaxed it from your lips
“slow down there princess, I don’t want you passing out on me already”
His breath fanned over the sensitive skin on your neck as he brushed your hair from your shoulders. He placed a long and passionate kiss against the vein of your neck, his hands sliding down to your hips to hold you in place. You hummed at his touch, leaning your head away to give him more access.
This mans touch had your hair standing on end all over your body, continuing to place fervent kisses along your neck and shoulders. You had a million questions but as he hooked a finger under the straps of your bodycon dress and slipped it down you began to forget them all. “Hmm so soft” he hummed against your skin, your dress hung over your hips exposing your breasts in front of the large window. His hands came around to cup your chest, holding the weight of them in his large palms and kneading the flesh.
He dragged his tongue along the length of your neck up to your ear where he moaned low and guttural “stay with me all night won’t you?” He asked and of course you couldn’t say no. He span you around, pressing your back against the cold glass and his lips finally met yours. You kicked off your heals as he slowly kissed you, his hands exploring your body while yours began unbuttoning the collar of his deep read shirt. Pulling the obviously expensive fabric from his shoulders, his hands only leaving your skin so he could toss his shirt to one side.
Your touch getting more heated as you removed more clothes. He pulled away, crimson eyes seaming to glow in the low light of the room as he started down at you, now your heals were removed he was even taller than you and it was suddenly quite intimidating.
Your heart thumped hard in his gaze, chest rising and falling with your panting breaths. you admired his defined chest, now that his shirt was removed you could see that more of those strange black tattoos lined his abs.
“Pretty little thing”
he smirked before he knelt down, face hovering just below your stomach and slipped the rest of your dress off. He took your ankle in one hand and lifted it over his shoulder, burring his face between your legs and bitting at the skin beneath your thin lace thong. This lewd position had you blushing hard, seeing the way his eyes, filled with hunger, looked up from below you. He licked a long teasing strip up the length of your cunt through the fabric, the indirect touch to your clit made you shiver.
“God you smell so sweet”
he breathed in almost a whisper as he finally slipped your underwear off, letting the cold air of the room hit the wetness that had soaked your folds. The hug of your underwear was soon replaced by his thick wet tongue, lapping tentatively at your heat, testing your reaction first before going in harder. The lewd sounds of him sucking and purring against your cunt filled the room, your head rolling back to rest on the window. You were thankful this room looked out over the expanse of his back yard otherwise anyone below would have been able to see, not that you would have cared right now.
You felt too good, he felt too good. It’s not your first time having someone buried between your legs but this mans tongue was something else, it had your knees trembling and moans rolling off your tongue like a song. Your sweet breathy whines and the way you practically croon his name was music to his ears and only spurred him on further.
It was almost getting too much, your knees threatening to give out until he pulled away and licked his lips, whipping the slick that had coated his chin while he kept eye contact with you. He stood and guided you to the edge of his bed where he sat and placed you between his legs.
“You ready to put that pretty mouth to work?”
He asked as he unbuckled his belt “yes sir” you replied eagerly, positioning yourself closer. The look on your face had his cock twitching, like an eager little pup waiting to serve. You gasped as he finally slipped his cock from beneath his waistband, it bounced free only to lay heavily over his pants.
The weight and girth of it barely able to hold itself up. Your mouth watered as you admired it and he watched proudly as you took it in hand, fingers barely reaching around. God it looked delicious, thick juicy veins lined its length and beads of pre cum already leaked from the tip.
You licked up the salty drops first, twisting your tongue around the tip as you slowly stroked up and down. You buried your face into the base of his cock, licking where his heavy balls connected and taking in his intoxicating scent. A musty but sweet smell that had your walls clenching around nothing, he groaned hard as you licked his balls.
The sensitive skin twinging and making his cock bounce against your face, the sight of your buried in his balls almost tipping him over the edge. He wanted so bad to ruin you, to turn that pretty little face into a drooling mess but not yet...not yet. Tangling his fingers into your hair he pulled your head up and took hold of his cock, guiding the tip to your lips and opening his mouth to signal for you to copy. You did, parting your lips wide to accommodate his size, your tongue lulled out to guide his cock inside.
Your eyebrows furrowing as the head reached the back of your throat, eliciting a guttural moan from him as your throat clenched down on his swollen tip. His hands forming a fist in your hair as he began to bob your head, gently fucking your mouth making spit spill from your lips and down your chin.
You moaned on his length, the weight of cock against your tongue made you feel so good. You loved having dick in your mouth, something about your throat being violated by a heavy cock just made your head spin. “Fuuckk- good girl” he groaned out, watching the bliss on your face just from him fucking your throat made him chuckle.
“Damn it’s hard to find good little whores like you, most people are just after my money but you just love cock don’t you”
he continued, his thrusting becoming more rough as words spilled from his mouth. You hummed in agreement to his words and it only made him laugh more, an almost evil sounding chuckle rolling from his chest. He combined his other hand through his hair as he threw his head back
“I can’t wait to ruin you”
he purred, whatever his intentions were with those words only made you fall into more bliss. The thought of him splitting you open on his monster cock had your whored out brain rushing with euphoria. He pulled you from his cock with a pop sound, spit stringing from your tongue to his tip and dripping down to your breast. Resting his elbows onto his knees he looked down at you, cupping your face with a hand and squeezing your cheeks together. His eyes were filled with something different than before, a primal, feral look
“d’ya think you can take my cock then huh? Cos I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget who you are”
those threatening words only sounded like heaven to you and you I nodded eagerly. His hand left your face but soon came back in a sharp slap, stinging your cheek and making you gasp. You cupped your cheek, growing red from the hard impact “fucking tell me then, what do you want me to do?” He demanded
“I..want you to fuck me stupid...make me your dumb little cock whore, please”
satisfied with your words he gripped you by the hair again. Pulling you from the ground, the roots of your hair tugging against your scalp and making you wince. He tossed you onto the bed with force, your ass facing up to him as your legs dangled off the edge. You spread yourself comfortably for him, wiggling your ass to tease as you looked back with a smirk.
That wicked smile returned to his face as he watched “eager little cunt aren’t you” he smacked your ass hard, the pain mixing as pleasure and making you moan into the sheets. He lined his cock up at your entrance, spitting onto his tip for more lubrication before he started fucking against your cunt. You whined in frustration, fuck you just wanted to be stuffed full, tired of his teasing and growing impatient. Your pussy throbbed with every stroke, desperate for stimulation. “Hmm please, please fuck me...I want your cock so bad” you whined and he chuckled in response “oh really, I don’t think you want it bad enough yet” He slapped his cock against your wetness making your legs jump at the sudden harsh touch.
“Ohhh I do I do I do...please sukuna...use me like a little fuck toy”
you whined out, moving your hips back to try work his cock inside. Oh he just couldn’t resist your words, he was about to go fucking crazy if you kept talking like that. With a deep growl he pressed his cock against your entrance and began to push, your soaked folds parting effortlessly for him.
You just about screamed as you finally got some stimulation, only his tip was inside but the stretch felt so fucking good. More and more, inch by inch your pussy swallowed him, driving both of you into euphoric bliss. Your cunt tensing around his girth and your swollen clit pulsed like never before. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, you swear he put something in your drink because this type of lust was inhuman.
He breathed a curse as you swallowed him to the base, his cock fully sheathed inside your throbbing walls. You felt so full, on the verge of cumming just from how he spread you open. He took hold of your hips, long nails digging into the flesh and pulling you along his length before pushing back. You were so tight or rather he was so big that even with so much slick and you being so turned on there was still so much friction sucking his cock against your walls. After pumping into you a few times it got a little easier and he started fucking into you faster, your tits bouncing with his thrusts.
“Fuck your pussys sucking on my cock so hard, gonna make me fucking cum already”
he groaned and you couldn’t deny you felt the same, you knew if you touched your clit even a little bit you’d be creaming all over his cock in seconds. You couldn’t resist, your fingers slipped between your legs and started circling the swollen bud, sending jolts down your leg as you finally got that pleasure. Your eyes fluttered and tongue lulled from your lips, pure bliss on your face as he pounded into you relentlessly.
“F-fuck I’m...im gonna cum”
you cried out, your slick dripping down from your cunt all over your hands as you approached your orgasm. Sukuna laughed “already! Fuck you really were desperate for my cock, go on slut. Cum all over my dick, scream my fucking name” his hips not slowing down even for a second.
Repeatedly he hit that spot inside you, making your clit throb every time and one last thrust sent you over the edge. Creaming all over his length and screaming in white hot pleasure, his name left your lips like a mantra and you swore you saw god for a second. You don’t think you could ever achieve this level of bliss again, it was truly intoxicating. Your limbs became jelly as you relaxed, you almost started laughing from the high. A soft chuckle rolling in your throat as you continued to take his cock
“hmm fuck look at that face, that’s what I wanna see. Dumb bitch gone stupid on my cock”
Sukuna continued rutting into you, getting himself closer to his own end now that you’d cum, his pace became erratic as pleasure took over his body. He lent over to your ear, his chest resting against your back “I’m gonna fill you with my cum and this pussy of yours is going to swallow it all” he purred, his moans filling your ears. He made you look at him as he fucked you, staring into captivating red irises.
His face contorted in pleasure as his hips stuttered, burring his face into your neck and muffling his raspy growls. His cock pulsed inside your walls, sinking his cum deep into your heat.
You could feel the thick white liquid squeeze past where his cock plugged you up, coating your thighs in his seamen. His teeth bit down on the flesh of your shoulder, sharp canines almost breaking the skin until he relaxed, pulling away from you and sitting back up. He pulled out and you collapsed onto the soft red sheets below, legs too week to support yourself anymore.
“Shit, look at your hungry little cunt swallowing all my cum. That’s a good girl”
he praised as he watched your pussy twitch, walls clenching around the suden emptiness his cock left.
He gives a proud spank to your ass as he goes to fish his cigarettes from his pant pockets, lighting one up and sitting at the end of the bed next to where you lay. You’d pulled the covers around your body as you lay, gathering yourself, no doubt if you tried to stand up right now your knees would give out.
You watched the male as he took a long drag from his cigarette, the light coming from the large window danced through the smoke. He noticed your staring and gestured the cigarette towards you, offering you a drag but you declined with a shake of your head. He stubbed the end out in an ashtray on the nightstand before picking you up and walking you to the on suite bathroom where he turned on the shower. “Get yourself cleaned up” he said, tossing a silk night gown your way and leaving you to take care of yourself.
It was probably one of the best showers you’d had, wether it was the expensive products or the perfect temperature water or just the fact you’d been fucked into heaven and back by a stranger non the less. The hot water tingled your skin as it trickled down across your body, stinging when it washed over your bruised cunt. You could tell you’d be feeling this night on your body for days to come.
You fixed yourself up, putting your hair back into a presentable pony tail and fixing up the smudged makeup across your cheeks. You tied the silk robe around you and walked back into the bedroom, he’d flicked in a few side lights which cast an ambient glow over the room but he seemed to be missing.
You guessed he probably just left to go clean himself up or something so in the mean time you admired the room, he must have a maid since the place was spotless. You looked out the window again, watching distant city lights twinkling on the horizon until the door opening caught your attention. Sukuna entered holding a tray and now dressed in a more casual outfit
“figured you might want something to eat so ehh...got some snacks”
he said placing the tray onto the side table of the bed. You smiled and went to sit on the bed, scanning the tray that was filled with fancy cookies, fruits and some sandwiches. You thanked him and popped one of the chocolate covered strawberries into your mouth, it was lovely, the smooth chocolate melted against your tongue and the sweet pop of fruit inside made your mouth water. He lit up another cigarette as he lay next to you, sneaking a cookie from under your arm
“so...who are you?”
You asked, finally having a chance to ask him the questions that had filled your head since you met him. He raised a brow
“what do you mean?”
“Well your clearly..um ‘well off’ so what you doing in a cheap bar”
you replied. It wasn’t exactly a cheap bar per say but it wasn’t the type you’d expect a kinda guy like him to be in.
He chuckled and took a bite of some melon “I own it” he said “oh right!” You laughed, you guess that answered your question about what he did for a living. “Do you usually do this kinda thing then, pick up girls from your bar I mean” you continued, he put his arm behind you and started to stroke your back through the soft silk
“first time”
he said and you couldn’t help the twinge of happiness that brought you. You don’t know what it was that brought you two together tonight, whether it was some divine intervention or something you were just happy it had landed you in his bed.
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