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You accidentally sit on their face, And they actually enjoy it
HEADCANONS
Warnings and Notes:
All of these aren't serious hcs, I was high again and wanted to make this
I made this for funny
Slight nsfw
Gn reader, target audience is male
Haha face sitting
People mentioned:
Riptide (Tide), Soap, Gaz, Ghost, König, Makarov, Keegan, Horangi, Price, Krueger, Roach, Logan, Graves
You are tired, after agrueling training from a grouchy superior who had a bad day so he had to take it out on you and your comrades. You needed to sit down, badly. Your legs are about ready to give up.
Once you reach the common room, fucking finally. You pull out your phone to find something to watch, while you make your way to the sofa.
And you sit down, Before you felt something poking you, something.. Wrong. You immediately look down realizing you.. YOU SAY ON SOMEONE'S FACE
"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY"
RIPTIDE
- He immediately sits up looking at you, well if his mask was off he would be confused at fuck
- "Sorry for huh??"
- Seems like you say on him while he slept
- "... ", "nothin"
- Weird, but okay.. He tells you go off while he layed back down to continue his eye rest
- Thank fucking god, Thank the holy stars he didn't catch you sittin on him
- BUT.. The holy stars didn't feel like saving you right now. Because apparently a rookie caught you accidentally sitting on Tide and told him after he woke up.. That fuckin snitch
- Now you have to face the embarrassment of Riptide confronting you about it the next day.
- Tide sounds upset as well while confronting you, how humiliating
- Well the thing that you don't know is. The thing is, he angry cause HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL TO ASS ON HIS FACE. HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL A PLUMP ASS SITTIN DOWN ON HIS FAAACE
- and by God would he find a way to let you sit on him.
SOAP
- Yknow.. You know how I write this man..
- He saw you walk in, distracted by your phone.. Obviously making your way to the couch while he sitting down.
- Then he got the bright idea.. To yknow.. Lay his head down to just... Idk stretch.. Totally
- He had the pleasure as well to watch your ass slowly sit down on his face, well for a few seconds anyway. Then you immediately get off his face. Sad life fr
- "huh? What's up why'd you get off?" "Your ass is nice to look at btw"
- " you saw me about to sit down on you and you didn't say anything?!"
- "A man gotta do to experience something new man.."
- You would hit him. But you would also get in trouble for that.
- he would joke the shit about it as well. He would tease the fuck outta you for the rest of the month for this.
- Bro won't even hide to shamefully ask you if you wanna sit on his face again ( in a joking way)
- (He's actually serious)
GAZ
- He was about to shut his eyes when he suddenly saw an outline of an ass about to sit on him.
- His eyes suddenly opened and he tried to get up but nah.. Too late bro you gotta feel the full plumpy moons first
- When you got up his eyes were wide and his face was red.
- "no.. It's okay.."
- he got off and left. Leaving you in your shame
- He had to leave to compose himself.. He found something new about himself and he isn't sure how to react
GHOST
- His eyes were closed.. Then he felled something soft on his face.
- Then a scream oh my god I'm sorry
- Oh.. Shit...
- He sits up, realizing you sat on his face.. He doesn't say anything.
- His face is fucking red under the mask. Your ass suddenly looked twice as big as before. Don't know how that works but go with it fr.
- He got hard, you noticed.
- "dude.. Sir..?.. Are you.."
- He just looks at you. He has that look in his eyes
- Cmon, yknow what you gotta do.. YOU KNOW
- SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE RUAUAAAAGHHH
KÖNIG
- He wasn't expecting ass in his face, he thought he wouldn't enjoy something like face sitting but hey.. It's actually.. Nice?
- He doesn't say anything when you suddenly sit up embarrassingly trying too apologize
- He just nodded..
- He wanted you to sit on his face again so fucking badly..
- So badly he would lay down on literally anything sittable while you were in the room
- It was so fucking obvious it was almost funny
- You had to confront him about it. And he just.. Confessed, yeah, he wanted you to sit ok his face
- .... Cmon bro.. Be a man and sit on the guys face, Make his wish come trueeee
MAKAROV
- " sit back down"
- "excuse me? Sir.. No-"
- you better sit the fuck back down on his face
- He will literally pull a gun on you and force you to sit back down on his face
KEEGAN
- No fucking lie he literally took a fucking huge sniff
- You know because you fucking heard that comically loud sniff
- You had to cut your apology short to look at that dude in disbelief
- "Did you just fucking sniff my ass?!"
- Bro will literally look at you with a goofy ahh face and just look at you.. Not saying anything, not even a fuckin nod
- "you gonna sit back down on me or..?"
- He made you sit back down on his face
HORNAGI
-EHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHEHRHEHEHHhahahahahaahHAHAAH
- He will literally squeeze your ass, then pull your legs and make you sit back down on his face
- Don't even try to fight. His hands are fucking locked down on your thighs to keep you stuck on his face
- He made you sit down on his face for so long, you were literally concerned if he was breathing
- if you ask him if he's alive, he would just squeeze your leg to show you. Yeah, he's good
- if you look behind you, He's hard.
PRICE
- would smile and assure you it's okay.
- Pats your back, for more assurance. But he literally wants to Pat your ass
- Bro would imagine what it would be if you sat on his face
- Naked. Yes, if you sat on his face naked.
- If you did his beard would tickle you.. Which was what he wanted fr
KRUEGER
- He would say something like in a very angry and demanding tone
- "Why'd you get off?"
- "huh?"
- "Sit.Back.down"
- You did
ROACH
- Yo.. He feelin something he never felt before. Haha lie he just found a new kink he would actually enjoy
- He would literally follow you around and tug your shirt and point at your ass then his face
- If you would say no, He would leave and come back a few minutes later and do the same thing
- He would do it until you say yes..
- He's very happy. He's a very happy bug
LOGAN WALKER
- Would scream at you
- because you made him discover something about himself
- He's angry because of that
- He would force you to run 15 laps because of that.
- Then when you suddenly tired, sweating yo legs shaking from how tired you are
- He would silently and gently ask you ( he would toss you over his shoulder and walk you off to his room and make you sit on him)
- He won't explain why he did that. He just wanted to
GRAVES
- Would look at you like 🤨
- Then be like 😐😒😏
- stands up and slaps your ass
- and asks you to sit on his face
Everyone mentioned
- You will face fuck them
- Do not fight me on this, they will make you face fuck them
#call of duty x male reader#call of duty modern warfare x male reader#cod mw2 x male reader#gay#cod x male reader#cod x reader#könig x male reader#john soap mactavish x male reader#simon ghost riley x male reader#captain john price x male reader#kyle gaz garrick x male reader#logan walker x male reader#keegan x male reader#makarov x male reader#Riptide x male reader#horangi x reader#cod horangi x male reader#cod modern warfare#krueger x male reader#roach x male reader#keegan p russ x male reader#graves x male reader#x male reader#male reader#headcanon#cod headcanons
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Little pieces here and there (5)
Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)
Chapters: one, two, three, four
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: light flirting, light metion of sex, a lot of feelings, super fluff (in their particular way)
A/N: I'M BACK WITH THE NEW AND LAST (????) CHAPTER OF THE SERIES AFTER AN HIATUS WEEK. I wanted to post something good, something beautiful, true to the characters and the story you all enjoyed reading as much as i writing! (sorry for the possible grammatical mistakes!)
Side note: this chapter is to be read with different time frames, so changing the lights of the room and their resting positions in bed!
"Say it."
"Nope."
"Why not!?" he whines, his beautiful dove eyes pleading. "C'mon baby. Say it. I deserve it. All the awards. All the honors." The fact he’s beneath her, trapped between her body and the mattress, doesn't help make him look less submissive. She has to admit, it’s extremely pleasant to see how his dignified ass drags himself for her.
"But it would be a lie," she says, sticking out her tongue in a gesture intended to make him suffer a little more. Unbelievable that this is the same man who forced her to beg for sex a couple of hours ago. "and I’m no liar."
''Didn't seem like a lie to me when you were moaning my name and cumming on my cock for the third time some minutes ago.'' Ah, there it is, his ego is back again. Or at least, a glimpse of it. Took a while to appear.
In front of him, (Y/N) just smiles devilishly, which makes Buggy growl and look at her with pleading eyes again. "Look, we already established I know and even like how you need to play difficult, it's part of your charisma, but I need to hear it, okay? I will give you anything your wayward, fussy heart could desire. Consider it a prize."
''Anything?''
''Anything.''
Hmm. She plays along, and pretends to think about it for long, torturous seconds, shaking her head from side to side in slowmo, taking a deep breath.
As expected, soon enough she decides to give in-- she’s satisfied after making him beg in her own particular way.
''Fine.'' She takes a breath and starts her dramatic performance, with one hand on her own chest, eyes closed. ''Oh, Buggy, you were right, you are the best lover I’ve ever had, thanks to you my soul has ascended and I have seen the One Piece.''
That is not the praise he was expecting about his sexual skills. Not even close. But was so /him/, so dramatic, exaggerated, and incredibly hilarious, that despite faking offense on his face, eyes half-closed, lips pressed together, fingers pinching her hips as punishment, he has to admit -he will not-, was funny.
''You're a moron'' That’s about everything he has to say on the matter.
‘’Like Ol’Axe-Hand?’’ She asks, raising an eyebrow, hoping he gets it. And of course he does. He's so surprised that he widens his eyes, smirking. Is she actually admitting how incredibly funny he is? ''You still remember that joke?''
''Was so bad it stuck with me since then like a fucking nightmare.'' Hit and sunk.
''Ouch''
"Don't worry, there's still time to improve the quality of your jokes. But for now I'll take the prize you promised.''
''Ugh, fine. What do you want?’' Buggy thinks he knows (Y/N), so he’s convinced she will ask for something impossible. A challenge that will ridicule him or an astronomical sum of money. ''If what you want are berries I’m sorry to inform you, sunshine, I'm broke, I still have to find...'' but the clown shuts himself when he feels the girl's fingers slowly caressing his sharp jaw, finally pulling him by his chin towards her. He leans in too, eyes fixed on her lips, yearning for the kiss he can see so clearly written in the dreamy way she looks at him.
There’s no need to announce it, nor to start it with their usual flirting or provocations. It's slow and doesn't demand anything at all, nor is intended to be the trigger of their next round.
It's just a kiss. Something so simple and intrinsically complex at the same time. And in the same way as if it had been the most fiery and passionate of his life, as not long ago, this kiss leaves him breathless, unable to form a single coherent thought that has nothing to do with her.
Oh, he’s down bad. Just like she is.
…
And there they are on the mattress, she’s sitting on his lap, legs around him, his hands on her hips, hers on his abdomen in a relaxed pose. The scene is typical of two lovers who have known each other for a lifetime -or at least for years- and not of two people who just had the wildest sex of their lives less than a couple hours ago. For the first time.
They tell each other anecdotes, surreal stories, and laugh together inside that little bubble they don't even know how it was created, where it came from, or how the hell it could have absorbed them so much, making them completely ignore the outside world.
"What do you mean a giant bird!?" she screams in laughter, her stomach hurting, her lungs burning. "Aha, yeah, laugh all you want but imagine thinking that you’re about to die turned into damn bird feed. It would fucking piss me off."
As it can’t be otherwise, (Y/N) ends up laughing until she cries with the story of how Buggy arrived at Loguetown, and the clown finds himself exaggerating his story more and more with each laugh he manages to get from the girl, eager to hear it again, knowing he’s the only cause of this beautiful melody.
It’s absurd how he would love -kill- to know more about her, ‘cause if he stops to think about it, he doesn't know this woman at all. He knows nothing beyond her name, her crew, and the fact that she has a bold sense of humor. She’s brave and sarcastic, keen, sharp, and much more intelligent and savvy than -in his opinion- all the idiots around her.
And this is how and when he realizes the post-nut clarity theory hasn't worked for him. Getting her out of his twisted mind will not be as easy as fucking her a couple times, get his needed ton of personal satisfaction from making her beg for him, and moving on to the next thing to do/achieve on his list.
Goddamnhim.
"Alright, as much as I love and enjoy being the main character, it's time for you to drop your femme fatale facade and show me who you truly are."
"Awh,’’ she smiles tenderly, reaching for one of his cheeks. ‘’you see me like a femme fatale? That's so cute."
"Cut the crap.’’ The clown slaps her hand away, not in a violent way, but offended. ‘’You're not easily intimidated and I noticed you're good with knives too. That's sexy, and it makes me curious as hell about what you did before you joined those shitty heads."
Fair enough, she would be curious too, so she thinks about it, a bit wary of talking about her private life because there is a part of her that prefers to keep it intact -in case she wants to come back to it-. However, she reasons, mentioning what she did without being very specific doesn’t reveal anything at all. It would piss her off if Buggy casually knows her mercenary name -by which she’s fairly known among marines and pirates alike- and connects some dots all of a sudden.
Is he actually that smart?
"I was a mercenary." She says calmly, shrugging her shoulders. "With that angelic face?" He retorts in disbelief, raising both eyebrows, even though he knows it fits her personality just right. "You'd be surprised what you're capable of with it."
"No, no, I actually believe you." He cracks an amused smile, looking directly into her eyes after carefully scanning her face. ''I mean, If someone like you tried to sneak onto my ship I would know it’s a trap, either to kill me or to steal from me but I would end up saying ''whatever you say beautiful'' and would actually let you do your thing.''
He's an idiot but still, once again, he manages to make her laugh. “Looking like that, anyone would give you anything,” he adds because he is, in fact and undoubtedly, willing to give her a little more of himself. More time and more attention, because he should definitely be out there gathering his crew -only God knows what they'll be doing- and figuring out how to get to the Grand Line without a damn map.
The idea of asking her, or even suggesting she steals it for him, doesn't even cross his mind. Not even after having shared this /intimate/ afternoon together. He knows she won't do it, she doesn’t own him shit, she’s not one of these women who fall in love and suddenly do everything, and leave everything behind, for the man of their dreams.
And of course Buggy can see the way she looks at him, without an ounce of contempt or distaste for his extravagant appearance or the atrocities he's sure she knows he's committed and of which he's not one bit ashamed. She sees him as he is and still, she’s here, offering him back something as valuable as her time and company.
But she won't give him more, he is aware of that. That's why he didn't offer (Y/N) to run away with him when he escaped from Arlong Park, because as much as she enjoys his company and maybe, just maybe, the clown imagines, feels something for him, he has the impression she’s a disgustingly loyal person, to her principles and her people, and as much as she likes to flirt with him, she would have said no.
He must admit, that's also how he likes her. Strong, capable, independent. He would kill no matter who to have her by his side as part of his crew, although he knows it won't happen. He would settle, however, with the -hypothetical- opportunity to meet from time to time on the high seas or on any random island. To sneak away from their crews in secret, to disappear for a few hours in which all his attention, his entire being, could focus on her, lower the curtain just a little, leave the spotlight behind and relax.
There is a small part of him, the one that makes him unable to stop looking intensely at her with those blue eyes that mirrors his own soul, that truly hopes she feels the same.
…
''You know'' she starts, absently stroking his hair, the clown's head in her lap. ''I imagine-- no, I know the whole nose topic is a sensitive thing for you but honestly, it shouldn't-- big noses are incredibly attractive, and yours? Believe me, anyone would want to sit on it.’’
What.
He's so taken aback by the suddenness of the comment he completely forgets what they were talking about before and on top of that, he's unable to reply for some seconds, looking at her like she just started speaking in another, incomprehensible language.
He ends up raising an eyebrow, running his tongue over his red lips. ''Including you?''
''Including me''
''Well, sunshine, today's your lucky day then'' Sitting up, in a blink of her eyes he turns, catches the girl's hips and drags her with him, lying down, leaving her sitting on his chest while he rest his head on the pillow. Buggy winks at her, licking his lips again, this time cheekily rather than thoughtfully. “I’m about to make another one of your dreams come true.”
''Horny bastard.'' she whispers, swallowing saliva. What a view, having him between her legs again. ''Never denied, sweetheart'' with a low, erotic, and breathtaking laugh, he surrounds both her thighs with his arms and pulls her body up in a quick movement, causing a sudden brush of his nose against the inside of her thigh.
(Y/N) shudders and takes a deep breath, spreading her legs a little further as she settles them on the pillow. ''Show me what else you can do, captain.'' To that he just groans, already getting hard with just having her on top of his face and her way of talking to him, pushing his buttons just the right way.
In no time she’s a complete, total, and absolute mess, writhing with pleasure. Hands grabbing his hair, hips rocking over his mouth, forcing his nose to rub against her clitoris, she softly moans his name, an occasional insult or any other possible blasphemy.
''Oh, fuck-- Buggy.''
…
Worn off makeup all around her body, sun setting, long hours spent together in which they have told funny, long stories about each other's life and of course, in which they have ended up letting free -once again- that suffocating sexual tension that attracts them to the other like a month to a lamp. Buggy, surprisingly, ends up letting his guard down to the point where he falls asleep, and not long after, he starts snoring.
(Y/N) knows, it's time to leave and look for her friends. She also knows she warned them about her obsession with the city and that the chances of her getting lost were high, and in that case they should not worry about her, blablabla, because she would come back sooner or later. She didn’t even remotely expect the reason for her disappearance would be a self-declared enemy -Luffy’s enemy- of her crew, tho. Neither was she going to spend so much time away from them to be with him.
The excuses she will need to cover her tracks are endless, and a pain in the ass without even started to think about them yet.
Will Zoro still be lost somewhere on the island? Because she obviously assumed, he got lost as soon as they split.
Still in bed, she takes a moment to calmly look at him. (Y/N) is aware of how this may be the last time they ever see each other, and -not- surprisingly, this thought sparks a pang of sadness in her. She really likes him. She wouldn't say she is in love with him, because those are big words and they barely know each other yet, but... he was right, the chemistry between the two was something impossible to deny. And it hasn't weakened, nor disappeared a single bit after sex. Quite the opposite-- It has become something more, a kind of deep and sincere fondness that in this precise moment, dark outside, distant voices over the window from drunkards and bastards around the streets, his breathing calm for a fraction of second, his eyes closed and the fresh breeze that enters the room, invites her to caress his blue hair while he sleeps, sighing.
It’s been a long, long time since (Y/N)’d enjoyed this kind of genuine, absolute peace, sharing with someone she cares about, a room where time does not exist and life is just a thought instead of reality.
Part of her wishes or better said, acknowledges, she would stay here the entire night if she could. The other says that’s ridiculous, and that those are her hormones talking and nothing else. It would pass.
But does she want it to pass? To fade away?
Finally getting out of bed -all her willpower at once- after long minutes in which she simply memorizes every possible detail around her, she begins to retrieve her clothes scattered throughout the room and get dressed in silence, trying not to wake him up.
Through all this process, in the depths of her head resonates a single thought, ringing as loud and strong as an alarm. She’s unable to shut it up. She can’t ignore it either. It's another kind of thought she shouldn't have, and at the same time… feels so natural, so logical, she doesn't feel guilty for having it.
But should she listen to it? Should she follow it?
Taking a seat in the chair that fulfilled its great purpose a few hours ago, she sighs, again, head resting on her hand, elbow on the table. With a small smile, her eyes fall back on that ridiculous, snoring clown. And then, she just knows.
Reaching to a little secret pocket in her pants, she takes out a small piece of folded paper and starts to open it slowly, being careful to not tear it apart, leaving it on the table of the room once the copy of the map of the Grand Line can be perfectly seen. When (Y/N) suggested her crew make a couple of copies in case something happened to the original, she never thought she would use hers like this, but she doesn't regret it in the slightest.
Biting the tip of her tongue, her eyes scan the partially darkened room, jumping from side to side. When she finally finds what she was looking for, she leans over the table, and taking the pen from the inkwell, she writes in the upper right corner of the map "I will be waiting for you right here, come find me" .
If someone asked her why she does this, why she feels this, why does she decide to ignore her common sense and give something so important to someone as -objectively- miserable as him, she would simply answer that there are things… or better said-- not things, but the little pieces here and there, pieces of himself left in her during conversations, shared glances, laughter, flirts, light touches and the deep strong ones that came after those. It's the way he tried to make her laugh at all costs or how he didn't give up trying to win her over. Those blue eyes so intense she would swear, they reached her soul, or the small, genuine smile she knows she has seen this same afternoon, really far from the forced, crooked, exaggerated ones he usually has.
It is all of this and much more, and opening the door of the room, closing it again so that no one disturbs Buggy while she escapes the building and heads to her ship to find her crew, she knows she can't wait to see him again.
She knows she will. Her sixth sense tells her so.
#the gif is an spoiler of the morning after#buggy the clown#buggy one piece#buggy the clown fanfiction#buggy x you#op buggy#one piece live action#one piece x reader#captain buggy#buggy x reader
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ready for another lie?
// carmen berzatto x reader
song: Diet Mountain Dew.
pairings: nyc chef!carmen x journalist!reader
mdni!! i'm not responsible for your media consumption.
warnings: smutty smut, VERY DETAILED, fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), porn with plot, drinking, cursing, kinda subby carmy, praise kink, alludes to piv but it doesn't happen, complete and utter filth, i'm giving the people what they want don't look at me!!!
essentially a prequel, 1 year before the start of season 1 of The Bear.
"Fuck youuuuu! It's Friday, loosen up!" A groggy voice yelled from across the bar, cursing you for declining another drink.
You watched your friends flirt with the bartender over the course of 2 rounds of shots; causing harmless fuckery with the several guys who tried flattering them. You were actually bored for once. It made you sick.
You waited for something, anything else to impress you. You tried convincing yourself you didn't have to leave, that your friends wanted you here, and that nights like these were "good for your soul," but there seemed to be no hope.
"Just two vodka tonics. Oh, and a white Negroni. Uh, yes— yes, thank you." You caught a blonde curl from the stool next to you in the corner of your peripheral vision, and you dared to turn your head. You were met by the sight of an oddly familiar guy—and then it hit you like a semi truck.
The man you wrote your final thesis on "the senses creating art," about. Food & Wines best new chef, as of late.
You'd spent an entire year and a half traveling the world (after finally making a name for yourself as a journalist, and snagging a place in Food & Wines top writers) and interviewing the faces of all forms of modern art, representing one of each of the 5 senses.
Casey French, a fragrance designer as the face of "smell." Christopher Knowles, a fashion designer who specialized in optical wear as the face of "sight."
The list went on, until it ended at Carmen Berzatto, on "taste," just 6 months ago. It was September now, and you almost forgot about the 2 and a half hours you took from your day to sit down and talk to him in that studio. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you felt the pores in your palms release a nervous sweat.
You blinked rapidly, wondering if you were really seeing him— out of all the other Friday nights, when he could've visited all the other bars. But he chose this Friday, at this bar, next to you. You needed to say something.
"I'll take a Negroni too, actually. And you can just close out my tab for tonight." You handed the bartender your card after you anxiously fished it out of your wallet, trying to seem completely oblivious to Carmen's stare. Carmen clenched his teeth, his eyebrows raised in surprise as he kept his gaze focused on you.
"Holy shit! Is that—" A slightly younger man nearly yelped while he inappropriately pointed at you, quickly being shut down by his peer, and being told to "shut the fuck up," but Carmen stayed silent. He was dumbfounded at the sight of you.
"Uh, hi. Funny seeing you here," you croaked, swallowing hard when you realized how much of a horrible excuse of a "hello," that was. Carmen didn't seem to mind, dragging his head out of the clouds and smiling back at you as he received his glass.
"Oh my god, yeah. Wow, I— it's good to see you."
Carmen glanced down at your drink, watching you trace your fingertip around the rim of the short glass. He gazed at your fresh manicure, the beautifully layered rings on your fingers, the diamonds on your wrists, the black dress with a slit that exposed your leg up to your mid-thigh. Carmen always thought you looked nice, only being used to your blazers and gorgeous vintage pants that he was a little jealous of, but this was different.
And as if you weren't already anxious enough, Carmen's "friends" immediately arose from their stools and made their way to an empty table, leaving the two of you alone again. Just looking at him and his clean suit and tie made you nervous, especially with the ink on his hands still visible.
"Good to see you too, Carmen," you smiled, cheeks aching as you tried desperately to hide your excitement. Admittedly, you admired him. That wasn't new. But that feeling in your stomach, that aching, yearning feeling was.
"I don't usually do these things," Carmen mumbled, taking a sip from his glass and licking his lips.
"Me neither. It's kinda— I don't know, icky."
You knew Carmen avoided big gatherings like this, but they were usually tolerable thanks to people who "knew him" enough to let him hang around their groups in silence while they practically screamed at each other. But his free time just never seemed to align with anyone else worth talking to... until tonight.
"Icky. Couldn't have worded it better," Carmen tried not to laugh at your expense, keeping his tongue between his teeth as both of you fought back a smile.
"You get it! God, anyway—how've you been?" You inched closer to him, resting your chin in your palm as your elbows were propped up on the counter. You made sure to keep your stare on him and only him, glancing from his nose, to his lips, and back into his eyes. You knew exactly what you were doing, and it was too late to stop now.
Carmen paused, his mouth gaping open slightly as he thought of what he could possibly say to convey that he could be doing better, without completely ruining the mood. He sucked his teeth as he took a deep breath, his eyes glued to the floor until he finally looked at you again.
"Alright, I guess. Managing. How're you?"
"Managing. But really though. Like, has anything changed?"
Carmen thought about your question, realizing how much he seemed to relax tonight—while simultaneously being the most nervous he'd ever been outside of work in the last year. Was it being out and public after a long week? Was it the fact that he still felt so stupid for not getting your actual number, and instead only having access to your business email which was provided by your agent? Was it the smell of your perfume? Was it just you?
"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I guess some things have changed."
He couldn't help but awe at the way you did your hair and your makeup that night, appreciating the tiny details your jewelry and purse of choice added to the look. He hardly ever thought twice about the attractive women he'd run into; making small talk and watching them get bored with his interests.
But now you were here; his fantasies, his desires were here, right next to him; wearing a dress that flattered your cleavage and cinched you at the waist, black heels that tapped against the footrest of the barstool. It made his head foggy, and he couldn't even wrap his head around the encounter.
After finishing your Negroni's over the course of 3 separate conversations that left you with a cramp in your side and your cheeks hurting from smiling—basically hitting it off like you were actual friends, you decided to pull the classic...
"You wanna get out of here?"
Two successful, somewhat well known adults in their lines of work were allowed to be human, right? They were allowed to share deep belly laughs with someone they didn't originally plan to see outside of a work setting, right?
Wrong. It was unprofessional, inappropriate, unwarranted: everything you promised you'd never be around him.
Carmen knew this.
But he was eye-fucking you in that goddamn interview. His tattooed hands rubbing against his thighs as he sat in front of you in the white light of that studio, his gentle voice contradicting his large, almost intimidating arms—it was all you could think about when you wrote your thesis. And now you were gonna be alone with him.
And despite his worries, despite the nervous sweat beading on his forehead, despite his growing anticipation when he admired your figure like a horny teenager, Carmen agreed. The smirk on your face and your manicured nails in between your pearly white teeth was convincing enough. He knew it was risky, given the fact that you still wrote for Food & Wine every couple of months: being more than capable of ruining his career with one wrong, but so right move.
"Yeah, actually."
Unprofessional, inappropriate, unwarranted.
Fuck it.
Carmen closed his tab, gently helping you down from the barstool by your hand. You held your purse close to you while waving a shy goodbye to your friends, who were drunkenly squealing in excitement for you. Carmen's peers seemed to be out of sight; therefore, out of mind. You felt your cheeks go hot, every part of your body tingling. Neither of you knew where you were going. Just not here, and not with everyone else.
He couldn't even think about the fact that he would be back in the glowing white light of the kitchen that following Monday, and you completely forgot about the paper you had to start by Sunday night. And it was way too late to care about any of that now.
You decided your apartment was best.
"Fuck.." Carmen grunted under his breath, his eyes hooded while he felt his pants tighten against his throbbing length. He spread his legs wider as you palmed him, trying to ease some of his tension. You hovered over him as he lied down, sprawled out on your leather couch. His hands were clawing at anything he could reach; your hair, your thighs, the straps of your dress until he pulled it down to your hips, and finally the clasp of your bra.
His bare chest heaved, red and covered in sweat. His dress shirt, tie, and jacket were somewhere in the mess of your apartment. He was honestly too desperate to care.
"You okay with me takin' this off?" Carmen whispered as he cupped your cheek, keeping his fingers prepared to unclip your bra with your permission. He admired every inch of your flushed face as he waited for answer.
"Mhm," you soothed him as your hand moved up and unbuttoned his pants the second your lips moved onto his. Saliva pooled in your mouths with every kiss, turning into a sloppy mess of tongue and teeth. Carmen struggled, but eventually tossed your bra onto the living room floor, his mouth just centimeters away from yours as he exhaled heavy breaths.
You sat up straight, pulling Carmen up by his shoulders and smashing your lips back into his. He pulled sway to breathe, taking it upon himself to peel the rest of your dress off. His tattooed hands gently caressed your plush thighs, his calloused fingers sliding under the hem of your lace underwear. He practically worshiped you like this, planting open mouthed kisses along your jawline and neck.
Carmen needed to hear you, feel you, taste you.
"I wanna taste you, if–if that's alright," he placed one last kiss of gratitude on collarbone before he looked up at you through lust-blown, half-lid eyes.
Your entire body began to heat up again, and Carmen's words went straight to your needy cunt. You could feel yourself dripping through your panties while you put a hand over your mouth in embarrassment, nodding frantically.
"Please," you begged, a mixture of a moan and a silent cry escaping. Carmen's hands detached from your thighs, your hips writhing up from the loss of contact. Without another word, he nodded his head, letting his hands travel down your hips as he got down on his knees in front of you.
Carmen took a shaky breath, glancing from your pleading eyes and back down to your bottom half. He hesitated, choosing to plant one more line of kisses from your tits down to your navel before giving you one last look for permission. He put his hand between your inner thighs, asking you to spread further. You blinked slowly while he peeled your panties off of you, wondering if he would notice how wet you already were.
Unprofessional, inappropriate, unwarranted.
Carmen licked his lips, admiring the sight of your puffy slit in hesitation. With your body sprawled out in front of him, your pretty face looking down at him...how could he not eat you out right on that leather couch?
"I've got you, baby," Carmen cooed, his eyes wide as he nearly drooled over the glossy puddle in your underwear. He gently placed your calves over his shoulders, his calloused hands scooping the underside of your thighs.
Carmens wet tongue licked a bold stripe from your hole up to your soaked clit, not a drop of your arousal going to waste. You grew impatient, the kitten licks he gave your sensitive bundle of nerves driving you mad.
"C'mon, Carmy, I—" You whined, pleading that he'd pick up the pace. Carmen decided not to hold back, giving your throbbing clit aggressive sucks that he'd later soothe with slow, flat-tongued licks.
You bit down on your hand while the other entangled in his hair to muffle the sinful noises you made. Carmen felt his stomach turn at the sound of his name falling from your gaping mouth.
Carmen took note of how much you loved his tongue diving into your weeping hole, earning whimpers and cries of "please," and "oh, fuck, Carmen." He groaned into your pussy when you caught a grip on his hair, placing his head even deeper between your thighs. He moved his hands from your thighs and up to your waist—forcing your jerky hips down on the couch. He wanted to make sure you didn't miss a single bit of pleasure.
"Can I.. uh, can I try something?" He stammered, picking his head up with his chin shiny with your liquids as his hand crept back down, prying between your folds. Carmen needed to keep every part of him busy so he wouldn't have to focus on the aching bulge, already leaking precum in his boxers. He felt his thighs clench as he fucking whimpered beneath you.
"S–sure.." You nodded frantically again, tossing your head back as Carmen carefully inserted a digit into your core. You whimpered in slight discomfort as he stretched you out, which he immediately reassured softly.
"Shhh... you're alright. Jus–just relax f'me, yeah?"
Carmen waited until you whined again; his fingers started at an agonizingly slow pace until he heard your moans getting a little too quiet for his liking. He picked his pace up, sliding another thick finger into your hole and ramming into your g-spot. He hesitated, afraid to hurt you—but you quickly dismissed his worries when you urged him that you needed more. Carmen aligned his tongue back with your pussy, sucking hard before comforting your desire with lapping at your clit.
"Oh my god, Carmen," you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, your grip in his hair tightening while your moans grew louder and louder. You didn't care if your neighbors could hear you through the thin walls of your apartment. You didn't even think about what this would look like the morning after—because none of it mattered. Not with Carmen's head between your thighs.
Carmen could tell you were close, prioritizing your pleasure before he could even register how badly he wanted to cum into his boxers. He couldn't help but buck his hips forward, begging for friction while every noise you made just inched him closer to his release... but he needed this to last.
"You close? Let me take care 'f you," he mumbled, breathing heavily against your pussy while he tried his best to stay still. It sent shockwaves through your body, and you tried desperately not to scream his name.
"So... so close.. Fuck, it's too much," your useless protest was cut short by a loud moan, muffled by the sweaty palm of your hand. Your heart pounded in your head as your walls clenched around Carmen's fingers. You weren't used to anything feeling this good in months.
"C'mon baby, you can handle it. You're alright. You're doing so good. Takin' my fingers so fuckin' good," Carmen's raspy voice comforted you. His tongue finally came back to relieve you, his fingers slowing down so as to not overstimulate you, as much as he wanted to.
"Carmy!" Your eyes screwed shut as your thighs shook. You chased your high, practically grinding into his face as his nose bumped your clit while his fingers remained at work.
—
"Jesus..." You panted, grunting in disappointment when you felt Carmen slide his fingers out of you. He licked them clean while your eyes were screwed shut as you tried to recollect yourself. Carmen planted a kiss on your temple the second he sat back up onto the couch, pulling you into his lap by your waist. You felt his erection against your crotch, his already sticky mess combining with your wetness yet again.
"You okay?" Carmen cupped your cheek, pushing any sweaty strands of hair out of your face. And just when he thought he couldn't have felt more proud of you, he melted into the feeling of your lips against his.
You didn't know if you'd ever see him again, you didn't know if this night would magically become niche hot gossip within your respective groups; all you knew was that you wanted him. His lust blown eyes on you, his hands gripping your waist as he bent you over your kitchen counter and fucked you dumb, the sound of sex echoing through your apartment.
Maybe some other Friday night.
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Hi I hope you're having a wonderful day <3
I was wondering if you could maybe do percy jackson with a daughter of nyx where they are basically the same person personality wise and have a lot of common interests ( sorry self indulging here🤭). They basically both kin each other lmao
THANK YOU <3
pairing: ꒰percy jackson x nyx! female! reader꒱⋆·˚
summary: general hcs for percy with a nyx! s/o
warning(s): mutual pining, nonsensical bickering, mentions of injuries & kisses
a/n: HIII OMG THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTE :)) i tried my best to do what you requested!! i hope you like it!!
request are closed!
literally off the bat i can see the two of you at each other's throats all the time.
you're just too alike there's no way there's not gonna be bickering man.
"i think we should use a different design."
"who put you in charge?"
"the voices in my head, actually"
"literally what."
i imagine percy kind of being put off by you when he'd first get to camp half-blood like
who are you.
i mean it isn't like he's TRYING to be mean, you're just so annoying sometimes yk.
then i feel like one night he'd sneak out of camp to go stargazing and find you near the shore in his spot.
lowkey annoyed by your presence at first but still proceeds to gaze with you silently. you'd strike up a conversation with him and it'd actually go a lot better than he expected it to go.
okay, maybe you're not that bad.
he'd start to approach you more at camp but like not for any reason at all yk. he just enjoys talking to you, i guess.
probably would be overjoyed when he finds out you have similar interests as him.
you two probably stay up all night talking about the most random stuff.
honestly, those talks are probably the moment when he realizes he..like likes you.
you're just chilling and talking about random shit and he laughs at one of your jokes and has to take a moment because he realized that you're honestly just the best person ever.
and then from that point on he's honestly kind of a mess.
you're so cool to him for some reason?? you'd just be living life and he'd probably just be in the background observing you with big ass heart eyes.
"is there something on my face, perce?"
"huh? uh no, what?"
he knows he likes you but just doesn't know how to say it?? i mean, do YOU even like him back..??
aghhhh it's honestly so draining to him.
he's not shy. just kind of stupid when it comes to feelings.
probably tried to "woo" you somehow by buying you ocean related stuff whenever you go out together.
played it off as him just having some change.
he is willing to go bankrupt for you.
i feel like one day he just got tired of dropping hits and just decided to go for it cause like, you've known each other for a minute.
he'd meet you at that star gazing spot and literally just spill all his feelings for you.
"don't say anything but what if i told you you're an amazing person and probably the coolest person i've ever met in my life and that i'm literally head over heels for you because you're smart and funny and pretty and you're just the best?"
"what?"
and you start dating!! woo!!
HES SO SWEET!!!
once you start dating he def gets a bit more of a confidence boost.
always boasting about the fact he's dating you like everyone else doesn't already now from the way he's always clinging to you.
and if you're not into physical touch no worries!! he's completely and totally fine with it!! probably asks permission to give you hugs and hold your hand.
beach dates.
you'd be that one sappy couple who interlocking hands and walks down the beach together UGHH
he would def be the type of guy to go to you after every quest so you can patch him up. do you even know how to patch him up?? probably not! can't he just use some ambrosia?? yes.
doesn't mean he won't stop.
"percy, what the fuck happened!?"
"what do you mean?? :)"
kind of scared of your mother but would never admit it to your face.
i feel like he'd make some kind of big plan to try and kiss you but it'd ultimately fail.
he'd pull up to you with some beautiful ass flowers with a big grin on his face.
would take you to some really secluded spot that he'd decorated with a bunch of different things and homemade food!! (sally helped him.)
things would be going good till it starts to rain.
not that it's a problem for him at all but it kills the freaking mood.
"i'm so sorry.."
"for what?"
"how this turned out, it was supposed to be this big and..romantic thing."
"it's okay, we can have other dates."
"no like..i wanted us to kiss."
"..."
"..."
"who says we can't right now..?"
"oh."
he's in heaven when you finally kiss for the first time!! you're literally so amazing like wtf he got so lucky.
from that point on you two are locked in for life.
he's everywhere you are, you're everywhere he is NO MATTER WHAT.
he's so in love.
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i have an idea for chapter 2 of actor hee x actress y/n. Like after the stuff in the bathroom, they are back to the special party later n there’s another actress approaching and doing some intimate hessture with him, and ofc our rizzseung will flirt back with her (just for fun). Afterwards y/n will be upset and try to get him back(maybe by some suggestive ways). Then he will pull u in his car and punish u for being needy in public (party). Eventually they date offically, no more situationship. That’s my idea but u can write in ur own plot and i still be your sustainable supporter 🫶🏻 sorry for any errors in grammar or vocab cuz english is not my mother language
thank you so much for your ask, sunshine <3 i actually got two requeste for the second part and i love both ideas so i decided to squeeze both of them here. also your english is amazing, don't worry <3
so combining your ask, and one of my commenters' request about needy heeseung knocking on y/n's door, here we have:
pt. 2 of this fic (i recommend reading it first) // pt.3 here
NSFW ex bf actor heeseung x actress reader // heeseung hasn't fucked you enough so he's fucking you more (during met gala) // teasing, slightly rough car sex -> needy heeseung, oral sex m!receiving // 2.1k words sorry
after you kicked heeseung out of the restroom, you could clean yourself up and make yourself not look like you just got railed in a public space. thankfully that was also the last time you saw him, the rest of the gala was peaceful.
because some of the photographers and interviewers leaving, it was easier to get back to the hotel, change clothes, retouch the makeup (especially the lipstick that heeseung smudged), and get ready for the after-party.
you allowed yourself to get one drink. usually, you try to stay as sober as possible during this kind of event, it's easier to spot the paparazzis and avoid scandals, you really did not want to go through another dating scandal this year too.
on your way to order a martini, you noticed heeseung sitting at the bar. great. you were too naive to think that you won't see him again today.
but wait, he's not sitting alone, there's a woman beside him.
"what the fuck?" you said under your breath while watching how he looks her up and down with his bambi eyes, giving her the sweetest smile.
you're not jealous, but you did not risk getting caught in that bathroom for him to hit on another girl now.
fine, two actors can play this role.
you walked to the left side of the bar to find a perfect spot where heeseung can see you flirting with the guy who has already had too much to drink.
"hey," you brushed his thigh, causing him to wake up from his drunken sleep immediately.
"hey there, beautiful," you did not know him, nor was he your type but he'll do for your get back at heeseung plan.
"you're so funny," you were saying whatever, the actual play was moving your hair away from your exposed cleavage and leaning slightly towards him, laughing as if he just told you the funniest joke on earth.
it worked. heeseung was now shooting darts with his eyes in your direction, missing the bartender's head by an inch.
it took him a second to leave the girl and appear next to you, firmly grab your hand and drag you out of the room. he guided both of you to the parking lot. it was a little cool outside, so he put his arm around you, still dragging you somewhere, still not saying anything.
he's not really the jealous type, he always gets what he wants, but he did not make you moan his name a few hours ago for you to laugh at another man's jokes.
you blindly followed him into his manager's car and he closed the door behind you.
"what the fuck, y/n?"
"what? did i interrupt your conversation with the blonde?" you were happy with how well your plan went.
"she's a director's daughter, i was trying to-"
"you don't have to fuck a director's daughter to get a role, heeseung."
"you're the only one i’m fucking tonight," he smirked. come on, y/n, why are you heating up from that cheesy text?
"i'm leaving," you wanted to go but he pushed you back onto the car seats.
the cold leather touched your skin and the freezing feeling made you arch your back, which he took advantage of and put his arm under it, sliding you down so your crotch met his knee. he moved it even closer when bending down to you.
"i thought i fucked you enough already, but you're still so needy," he started sucking on your neck, "you could've just said so, i can go another round."
"fuck. hee, don't, please-"
"what?" he bit your skin, "already having trouble forming sentences? i haven't even taken my dick out yet."
"no hickeys, please," it will be so hard to cover these in the morning.
"too late." he laughed into your ear softly, "i should have marked you earlier."
fuck. you were trying so hard not to grind on his leg, but he was too close and the feeling on your core felt too good too.
his lips were devouring your neck, jaw, chin as if he couldn't get enough of you. only then you noticed his scent. his perfumes... smelled like the ones you bought for him back in high school.
"i see you're enjoying yourself," he stopped kissing you and you both looked at the wet spot you left on his thigh. fuck, how embarrassing, "but you weren't a good girl, y/n."
he grabbed your jaw aggressively, almost using it as support to lift himself up. he loved touching your face, how soft your skin felt under his hands, how red your cheeks got if his hold was too strong.
"and bad girls aren't treated well," he started unzipping his pants.
he put his two fingers into your mouth, "wanted to say something?"
no matter how much experience you've got as an actress, no role could've taught you to lie that you didn't miss this side of him. there was no point in trying to kill his ego.
you moved your head to the side, trying to talk despite the obstacles, "please, fuck me."
oh you had no idea how long he's waited to hear that. so much blood rushed into his dick, and you wouldn't have seen the shining precum drop from it if it weren't for that street lamp next to the vehicle.
he took off your panties quickly, not caring that he almost made you fall off the seats, and pushed his dick inside you, granting himself that beautiful moan he kept thinking about while talking with that blonde girl.
his thrusts so deep and rough, he made it feel like a punishment. but was it a punishment if you wanted to get it?
he leaned towards you once again, grabbing your neck with one hand and covering the top of your head with another so you don't bump it on the car's door whenever he slams you with his dick.
no one could manhandle you as he does, he knows exactly how hard he has to choke you for you to see stars and still feel him stretch you out.
your nails have been scratching his back for some time now, let's hope he doesn't have to record any shirtless scenes anytime soon.
you could feel that familiar knot in your abdomen, your climax was close.
"do you hear that clicking?" he says almost out of breath, "are you kicking something with your heels?"
"what? no," you close your eyes from the pleasure, "are you?"
he gives you a few more thrusts, then stops suddenly without any warning and looks behind himself, "shit!"
"what?" you asked calmly, still riding off the feeling.
"the paparazzi," he pushed down your dress, helped your unaware self sit up, and jumped to the driver's seat to start the engine.
"the paparazzi..?" he fucked you dumb, "fuck, heeseung!" you tried to cover yourself with the jacket he had left you, "how could you not check for them?!"
"i did!" he drove out of the parking lot and tried to find the second entry to the hotel.
thankfully the windows of the car were tinted, but if anyone saw the two of you get inside the car, they would get the idea of what was happening there.
he dropped you off at the back entrance of the hotel, mouthed a quiet "sorry," and went to park the car somewhere else.
fucking lee heeseung.
———
it was maybe two hours later when you heard knocking on your hotel room's door. you were in the middle of doing your skincare, trying not to lose your mind thinking about what happened before.
"y/n, i'm sorry," he knocked again.
"go away, heeseung," you yelled from the bathroom while applying moisturizer.
"please, let me in," he's not gonna let you rest if you don't open that goddamn door.
the second you unlocked it, he opened it and got inside.
"i didn't set that up, y/n," you could see that he was feeling guilty, even though it probably wasn't his fault.
fuck, you didn't want any scandals.
"it's... okay," you went to sit on your bed, he followed you and kneeled in front of you.
he looked up at you with his beautiful doe eyes, lips in a small pout and you couldn't resist but touch his hair, revealing his forehead.
"for the record, i think you'd look stunning in those pho-"
"oh fuck you, heeseung," you wanted to stand up but he grabbed your legs, making you sit back down.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he kissed the inner side of your thigh, and wanted to go higher but you moved back on the bed, making space for him to go after you.
he followed you like a cat and laid down between your legs. he didn't break eye contact for a second. he's looking at you in the sweetest way possible as if he didn't fuck the shit out of you twice that day already. shit, it's making you blush.
he easily read your mind because he smirked and went back to kissing your thighs.
"isn't this the best met gala you've been to?" he asked.
"it might be."
"is it because of me?"
"no, the food's better than last year. maybe they hired a new chef."
he shot his head up, his look way different than the one he was giving you a second ago.
he wanted to sit up but you grabbed his chin, "don't act like you didn't come here because you have blue balls," making him take your place and now you were sitting between his legs.
"i needed to see you," he put his hand on your head.
"yeah, i can tell," you commented the tent in his pants.
you pulled them down enough for his dick to jump out. it was already so hard and warm. you touched it and it twitched at the coldness of your hand, "sorry," you mouthed.
only you know how to work him up like that for him to uncontrollably bite his lips and grab the sheets, almost taking them off the bed.
the way your tongue licked his full length sent a shiver down his spine, the way you sucked on his tip really made it hard for him to breathe.
you looked up to see him watch you through his half-closed eyes, poor baby.
"wanted to say something?" you decided to tease him while stroking his dick with your hand.
he smiled knowing well that you were playing with him, "please."
you finally used your entire mouth and he couldn't help but slightly move his hips to get his member to go deeper down your throat. god, you were making him feel so good.
"fuck, y/n-" his quiet moans filled your whole room, the higher they got, the closer he was, "i'm gonna-"
you opened your mouth so he can see how his liquid stays on your tongue and how you swallow it after. you look so pretty while doing that.
he pulled you closer to kiss your swollen lips and brushed off your hair that got stuck in saliva on your chin.
today was a very busy day. for interviewers having to interview so many celebrities and for... other people. it was only natural for you to fall asleep in each other's arms.
———
not fully awake you could feel the sun on your face. it was a nice, warm feeling. then it stopped, maybe it was just a cloud passing by. it didn't seem to be coming back, so you opened one eye. it was heeseung sitting at the other side of the bed, covering the sunlight.
"shit," he swore quietly, trying not to wake you up.
"heeseung, what are you doing?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.
"nothing!" he was shocked to hear you. that's strange.
"heeseung. what are you doing?" you repeated yourself, trying to get out of the bed covers.
"it's nothing, don't worry." he wanted to stand up but you managed to grab his phone.
it took your eyes a second to focus. he was about to post a tweet saying that both of you are happily dating.
"what the fuck, heeseung?!" you tried to yell, but your voice still hasn't warmed itself up.
"wait!" he took his phone, clicked something on it, and showed it back to you, "look."
it was a photo of you leaving the after-party together and getting into the car. great.
you fell on the bed, groaning.
"what's up, girlfriend, are you hungry? do you want me to bring you food?"
"don't call me that."
he laid down next to you and kissed your neck, "but you are my girlfriend. you don't believe the headlines?"
"ask me on a date first," you pushed him off of you.
after hotel.
pt3. here
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"i thought you got possessed-" ft. luffy!
ft. luffy x fem!reader
set-up: you're pms-ing and he is such a dumbass. but that doesn't mean he isn't out here being the bestest boy ever. (please excuse his dumbassery, he was dropped on his head as a child)
warnings: none! very wholesome lol
- please dont get confused, this man has no idea how periods work
- like how is it humanly possible for you to bleed and then stay alive and kicking? seems made up tbh
- one eventful evening (before you both started dating), you and nami had to sit him down and give him a long-ass biology lesson, explaining what the whole phenomenon is, what pms-ing is and yada-yada
- before this, he firmly believed that every once a while a demon possessed you all (and he saw absolutely no issue with that, what a fucking icon)
"ohhh" he's laughing, "so that's what it is? i thought you guys like got possessed"
"excuse me?" nami's on the verge to hit him in the head again and you're wondering if the constant hits are the reason luffy's braincells are (half) dead
"i see, i see. i get it now"
- he lied, he still doesn't quite get it
- but its fine
- so, it is just another random tuesday and (post-dating) you know syou love luffy. but holy shit, if he yelled "YN DOLPHIN!! LOOK LOOK A DOLPHIN! SUGEEEEEE" and giggled again, you might yell at him. you really do love him but if he stole your food one more time, you're convinced you might smack him too.
"luffy" your voice was unusually low, devoid of any warmth, "stop that."
"whatt" he whined, grinning afterwards as he scooped up more food from your plate
"luffy. i said STOP IT." your voice rose higher and silence hung uncomfortably over the dinner table
- luffy just looks at you dumbfounded
- the way you're fisting your hand on the table and looking at him has the crew afraid that youre gonna murder the captain in cold blood
- well, i mean ur considering the possibility too, so, you mumble a half-ass apology and return back to your room to be alone
- lying against the soft sheets, you can smell the citrus detergent and oh boy, now you feel guilty
- i mean god, that's luffy, that was nothing out of the ordinary for him. why did you yell at him? fuck, are you a horrible girlfriend??
- oh boy, now the tears are welling up too
- "yn?" luffy whispers as he slips into the room, closing the door behind him
and now you're really crying
- i mean look at him, why did you yell at him?
- "im so sorry, i don't know why i yelled at you, that was so shitty of me-"
"hey, it's okay" he's hugging you tight, "you did nothing wrong, i can be a little bit dumb sometimes. i should have not taken your food"
"what? no, i am not mad about that. i, i dunno-" you sniff, "maybe i'm just pms-ing?"
"huh??"
- took a while for him to remember but now that you've jogged up his memory, he looks so guilty, so, he spends the entire evening apologizing and offering you food, he even promises that he wouldn't point out dolphins every time he sees them (you had to reassure him that he can continue doing that)
- but now onwards, this lovely himbo tries to keep in check what he's saying, often giving you a lingering look as if asking "this is fine right?"
- but now you've got your personal defender!!
- ussop made a joke and you're not laughing (because it wasn't that funny tbh) and luffy is ready to smack ussop and tell him to "not annoy" you. zoro is being dumb and luffy can see it on your face that he's pissing you off lowkey, so, he will actually tell zoro to not be a dick
- mf just starts picking up fights left and right for your sake and now you have to give him another long ass lesson to make it stop
- ps: he does not stop.
- this man turns into a chihuahua, anything bothering you must be struck down.
- very, very observant from now on too. he needs to make sure you're feeling good
- also asked sanji to make your favourite desert
- he just loves you so much and wants you to be as comfortable as possible (still doesn't know how female anatomy works though-)
a/n: omg i luv him such a dumbass
zoro's link <3
sanji's link <3
#one piece#monster trio#one piece x reader#luffy x reader#monkey d luffy#zoro x reader#sanji x reader
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Idk why but like I really wanna die in somebody’s arms- it’s like such a beautiful but sad way to die?
(**kny spoilers**)
kinda like how Mitsuri died in Obanai’s arms bc that was such a heartbreaking moment but it also was kinda sweet at the same time? Idek anymore 😭 ty for your time btw <3
Broooo-
I hate to be that guy and point to your username, but I think dying in Giyu's arms would be the worst emotionally. I think it'd be actually devastating.
CW// Death / Implied Major Character Death/ Implied Suicide/ Angst
A part of me reasons that Sanemi could handle it about as well as he handles anything else. Poorly, but he'd continue like he always does. That's all he can do because he thinks anything else is a show of extreme cowardice and he doesn't deserve to feel that way.
But when you're in his arms, dying, more color is dissapearing, and he's fighting to see your face past the tears- he's wailing and screaming, and trying to command you to come back. That normally works. Maybe he's gotten scary enough to scare death, but no. He'll never be enough to fend off the inevitable.
I don't think Shinobu would be much different. She has an astonishing amount of hate in her heart. Enough to patch up the wound long enough for her to pretend it isn't there anymore.
You'd be lying in her arms, and all of it would be beating against her head. Every word you ever said, every piece of medical knowledge she had, and for her to be the only one able to know just how incapable she was of saving you- She'd start begging a higher power, probably, begging you to be strong in her stead- save yourself because she's not strong enough.
Rengoku wouldn't cry until you fully slipped away, doing all he could to muster his voice flat- you needed comfort, obviously. He knew it wouldn't heal the wounds, nothing could, but he was still denying that to keep his smile wide.
You wouldn't be in his arms but on his lap, his hand sweeping hair from your fading eyes. I think He'd sit there for a while. For too long, just trying to prevent tears, because you wouldn't make a move to wipe them.
Tengen would hurt, bad. You're in his arms, and he's rocking you, and he's having a panic attack- He'd deny it the hardest. For the longest.
There's a notable difference, Tengen understood, between the weight of a breathing person, and a dead body. He knew that difference the second you slumped against his shoulder, and his knees hit the ground. He'd try to wake you up, tell you to stop the act, it isn't funny, because God, what else could he do but joke in a half witted prayer to hear your laugh.
Giyu....
Fuck me , man. I don't think he's emotionally strong enough to handle anymore loss. He's already disliked by his peers, by himself, god, and everyone who breathed. You were the only person willing to talk with him- to waste time on him. To love him.
The imagery for this one is vivid- the rain. Ironic. Even in his own element he couldn't save you. He's hunched over you and mimics your shallow breathes, protecting your face from the down pour.
You can't get the words out to say how much you really, deeply love him. He keeps shushing you, trying to conserve your energy- He's panicking, too, hands unsure of their need. There were so many wounds, he couldn't possibly tend to them all.
The poor boy would whisper a beg- to let him go in your stead. He couldn't be left alone to survive again. Not again. He had too many lives he was carrying on his shoulders. Too many souls he was responsible for reaching heaven with, and he was never that good a man.
He's not asking God, he's asking you. And how cruel you were to not let him die.
'I can't- Y/N, I can't do this again.' He'd sound close to vomiting. A certain animalistic sound to his voice. Guttural, almost. 'You-You-God- no-no-n-'
But you'd be gone, unable and unwillingly to give him to permission he so desperately needed. Not deserved, He'd remind himself.
He'd all but rot next to you. The second your last breathe loosed, he'd stop breathing, too. Days would go by. Unmoving. Unfeeling.
I truly believe he'd die with you that day.
#demon slayer x reader#hashira x reader#sanemi x reader#sanemi x y/n#sanemi x you#giyuu x reader#giyu x y/n#giyu x reader#rengoku x y/n#rengoku x reader#tengen x reader#tengen x you#shinobu x reader#shinobu x y/n
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Kiss you Forever
Prompt: “I can kiss you forever,” Character B murmurs. “Yeah?” Character A says, laughing a little, only to stop when Character B leans in and presses a kiss against their cheek. “Yeah,” Character B says, “Yeah, I can. You think I’m lying?” with Kirby Dach
Seeing Kirby get pushed in to Blackhawks bench made you audibly gasp and you knew from the way he fell into it and how when he got up and wasn't putting weight on his right leg it was bad. You also knew it had to be bad with the way Arber, Juraj and Cole looked up at you briefly with saddened faces it was bad.
Usually when Kirby took a bad hit or whenever anything happened and he needed medical attention you immediately followed him to the medical room ,but you were kinda in shock so you didn't move and just waited until someone came and got you or Kirby sent you a text.
The other wags were worried about you, you completely zoned out on the replay they showed. " hey y/n why don't you go and see him" one of them said " I'll just wait until he needs me" you responded with .
Finally you had enough waiting and decided to go and see Kirby, just as you started gathering your belonging you heard the announcer confirm that Kirby wouldn't be returning to the game and you moved faster. The other wags sent you sad smiles.
You arrived to the medical room the door was closed but you immediately heard Kirby moaning in pain on the other side and felt bad for him. Should you have came down sooner to see him. Did he want to see you as he is in the most excruciating pain he's been in. So many thoughts ran through your head.
As you started to zone out again the doors open and you went in to finally see Kirby and you run to him carefully not to hit his leg or put too much force on him while he's in pain.
" Kirb are you ok" you asked " yea baby im ok " he started to say he then looked at his right legs and said " I mean as ok as I can considering" as he motioned towards his leg. " so what they say about your leg ?" " I don't know yet I have to go to the Emergency Room to get X-Rays to see exactly what's wrong , all I know is it hurts like a fucking bitch" he says trying to joke but you can tell he's doing it for show and for your sake .
You see one of the trainers bring Kirby his stuff and say " the cars ready for you man im ready when you are" "ok here I come " Kirby responds . " I gotta go baby we're going to the ER now". " Oh do you want me to-" " No its ok I'll meet you at home Cole will drive me" Kirby says cutting me off. It makes me kind of upset and sad but I shrug it off and remember he's in pain so he probably just wants to be alone and figure out what's going on with his leg and the future of this season and career.
"Ok I love you " I say kissing him with just the right amount of passion that says " im worried about you and I know you're scared but im here" but not so much that it makes the staff around us uncomfortable. " I love you too so much " he responds before handing me his car keys to drive back to our apartment since he drove us to the stadium. " text me updates when you can please" " I will" he responds.
When I got home I sat my things down and sat on the couch for at least an hour and half staring at my phone . Then I got up and distracted myself with a hot shower and ordered from Kirbys favorite pizza place so he can have it when he eventually gets home and if he's hungry.
It's about 4 hours later when I get a text from Kirby saying him and Cole were on the way back home. I was in our living room watching reruns of SpongeBob to get my mind off how long it was taking for any kind of updates . Eventually I hear our garage door open and close and smile and think " finally he's home" . I greet Kirby and Cole at the garage door entrance to our apartment , Kirby is leaning all his weight onto Cole which is a funny sign considering the height difference.
"Wow Cole that's some real hockey strength you've got there" you said as you laughed. "Bullshit" Kirby screamed , you Cole laughed . " Bullshit you say as im holding you up I'll toss you on the ground right here and leave your ass there" You and Cole laughed even harder as Cole helped Kirby to the kitchen . "Are you hungry babe", "starving" Kirby replied. " well lucky for you I ordered your favorite pizza". " Cole you're welcomed to some as well" "Thanks y/n but im good "
Thirty minutes after Cole left and you and Kirby finished eating you guys made your way upstairs to your room with you helping Kirby up the stairs . You also helped him shower and get changed for bed before getting yourself ready for bed as well.
As you turn off all the lights in the bedroom the only light coming from the moon you pull the blankets back on your side and climb in next to Kirby who is looking all snuggly and cuddly .
"Hi" he says with a lovesick look on his face as he looks at you . "Hi you" you respond returning the same look . " I know you don't want to talk about anything right now but just know im here whenever you're ready" .
Kirby just leans in and kisses you with so much passion that you feel his love through the kiss. " I can kiss you forever" he says " Yeah?" you say laughing a little only stopping when Kirby leans in and presses a kiss against your cheek. " Yeah I can . You think im lying " he says.
" I don't know I think I need more evidence " you say . " HA HA HA" he responds while smirking then his face turns serious . " Thank you so much for today baby" " Kirbs I didn't really do anything " " Probably to you but seeing you hold it together kept me sane while figuring things out , and I know it couldn't have been easy seeing me like that so thank you baby I love you so much" " I love you too Kirbs" you say as you kiss him one last time , before he kisses your head as you both fall asleep from the crazy turn of events.
Note: UMMM HII this is my first nhl fic please let me know what you think and request if you want ok bye <3
im tagging some ppl who ive read phenomenal fics and AUs from and mutuals and just overall great ppl. feedback is appreciated but don't feel like you have to ok bye fr this time <3
@kniesylenny @yankstrash @hischierhaze @heavenlyhischier @sweetestdesire @thatintrovertedwriter @starry-hughes @starsandhughes @drewsbuzzcut @bedsyandco @norrisjosh @theywantedplayer @sc0tters @bitchinbarzal @ladylooch @babydollmarauders @nicohischierz @nicohersheys @sunkissed-zegras @uluvjay
#nhl#kirby dach#kirby dach x reader#kd77#montreal canadiens#kirby dach imagine#kirby dach fic#kirby dach blurb#hockey imagine#hockey writing#nhl imagine
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richie jerimovich x reader, background syd x carmy| 3.0k | tw: nothing too major, smoking, drinking, language, sentimentality
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“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I'm sure.”
“But like..are you sure?”
You let out a sigh as you walked over to the vanity table, leaning down and looking into the mirror, smiling at Sydney and resting your hand on her shoulder.
“I'm one million percent sure. You look stunning.”
“But-”
“Stunning,” You held your hand up. “Just relax, today is supposed to be fun, remember?”
Syd nodded, taking a deep breath.
“I know. Fun.”
“Good,” You smiled, standing back up straight and smoothing out your forest green dress. “I'm gonna run outside for a super quick smoke then I'll be right back.”
You grabbed your coat, throwing it on and heading out of the hotel room. You passed some other guests as you made your way out to the front of the building, giving them all a polite nod and smile. You had been so focused on keeping Syd calm that you didn't realize there were butterflies in your own stomach.
Once the fresh air hit you, you felt a little better. You took a seat on the patio, fishing your cigarettes from your coat pocket. There were some kids playing on the grass, a couple of other smokers standing by the wall and chatting.
“Oh, hey. Mind if I join you?”
You looked up and smiled as you spotted Richie, a coat thrown over his navy suit.
“Of course you can,” You gestured to the chair opposite you. “Be my guest.”
You lit your cigarette as Richie sat down, closing your eyes for a moment and savoring it.
“Can I ask you something?” Richie asked, lightly tapping his fingers on the round table. “It's a little stupid but.."
“Ask me anything,” You nodded, sitting back and pulling your coat around yourself. “I'm sure it won't be stupid.”
“You're the maid of honor, right?” Richie asked, reaching into his pocket for a pack of smokes.
“Right,” You nodded, raising a brow. “I am. And you're the best man.”
“Yeah,” Richie nodded, dropping the box in his hand down onto the table. “Never thought I'd see the fucking day.”
He lit his cigarette, sitting back and looking up for a moment.
“Are you..nervous, at all?”
You thought about it for a moment, flicking your cigarette and nodding slowly.
“Pretty fucking terrified, if I'm honest. I mean, I'm so thrilled that it's finally here and everything but..I am really not looking forward to having to get up and make a speech.”
“Same,” Richie nodded, rubbing his forehead. “I thought it would be easy but..it's hard to find the right words. You gotta be so..personal and funny and charming and it's..a lot.”
You tilted your head slightly as you took a drag on your cigarette, blowing the smoke off to the side.
“Your speech at the rehearsal dinner was amazing, you could do the exact same one and it would be great.”
“Nah,” Richie shook his head. “That was different..that was a smaller group, more relaxed..today is like three times as many people. I'm not great with rehearsed stuff, I prefer to just say what comes to mind but..I don't want to say the wrong fucking thing.”
You smiled softly as you sat up, looking over to Richie. You weren't super close, but you knew him through Sydney and from what you did know he seemed like a pretty decent guy, certainly funny and charming.
“Why don't you just write some notes for yourself?” You suggested. “Not a whole speech but like..some bullet points to hit. It will still be natural but with a little more structure to fall back on.
“Hm,” Richie nodded, looking up for a moment. “That might do it. Thanks.”
“Anytime,” You smiled. “It's what I've done. The last thing I want is to get up there and go blank.”
“You'll be fine,” Richie smiled, taking a drag on his cigarette and glancing over to the hotel. “Your speech last night was pretty great.”
You smiled to yourself, flicking your cigarette and looking up for a moment, the sun starting to emerge from the clouds. You sat in comfortable silence with Richie, the sound of kids playing in the background and birds chirping filling the air around you.
“I better get back,” You stubbed out your cigarette and stood up, wrapping your coat around yourself. “I'll see you later.”
“See you at the altar,” Richie nodded, covering his face after a moment and shaking his head. “Sorry, I didn't mean it like that..”
You laughed softly, looking over to him.
“Don't worry, you have to take me up the aisle first."
Before long you were standing in the church entrance with Syd, her father, the other bridesmaids and the groomsmen, a nervous excitement filling you.
“You look so beautiful,” You smiled at Syd, taking her hand. “I'm so proud of you.”
“Don't make cry,” Syd laughed softly, squeezing your hand. “I need some photos without tears in my eyes.”
“Okay everyone, places,” The wedding co-ordinator clapped her hands. “line up.”
“I love you, you got this.” You smiled at Syd, squeezing her hand before taking your place at the back of the line next to Richie.
“Fancy seeing you here,” He grinned, holding out his arm. “Care to take a walk?”
“Oh I would love to,” You grinned, wrapping your hand around Richie's bicep. “though I don't think I have much choice, with Napoleon up there.”
At the front of the line the wedding co-ordinator was shooing everyone down the aisle, snapping her fingers for the next pair.
Richie laughed beside you, and you smiled as the two of you stepped forward, clutching your bouquet in your hand as you stepped into the church.
You had never been so grateful for waterproof mascara in your life, spending the majority of the ceremony in tears as you watched Syd and Carmy exchange beautiful vows. Occasionally you would catch Richie's eye and he would give you a reassuring smile, making you smile a little wider.
Once the reverend declared “You may now kiss the bride,” the church erupted into a sea of applause and cheers, whistles and whoops. You watched with immense pride as the newly married pair walked down the aisle together, flower petals being strewn over them.
The reception was held on the grounds of the hotel, billowing white marquees set up, covered with flowers and paper lanterns. While the guests mingled and drank champagne, the official pictures were taken, your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much.
You cried again when Syd insisted she wanted a picture with just you and her, wrapping your arms around each other as the photographer snapped the photo.
When it was your turn to take a photo with Richie, Syd gave you a wink and you rolled your eyes with a grin, going to stand next to the older man and laughing softly as he held his arm in mid air, unsure what to do with it.
“Just wrap it around my waist,” You smiled, gently moving his arm before touching his back. “I don't bite.”
“What if I ask nicely?” Richie leaned in to murmur in your ear, making you laugh and your heart race.
Before long you had a glass of champagne in your hand and got to mingle with the guests, posing for some more casual photos and doing what felt like a million twirls in your dress.
When it was time for dinner, you were relieved to finally sit down and relax, trying to remember who had told you that the maid of honor doesn't get to eat because that was ridiculous. The food was obviously delicious, there was no way you were leaving it untouched.
After dinner, there was a little pause before the speeches, your heart starting to race at the thought. You took a long sip of wine, trying to calm yourself. Both Syd and Carmy made speeches, both of them sending you into yet more floods of tears.
When it was Richie's turn, you gave his arm a gentle squeeze before he stood up, watching him deliver a speech that was the perfect blend of emotional, personal and funny.
“No pressure,” He grinned as he sat back down, handing you the microphone. “You got this.”
You stood up slowly, looking out to the large crowd and taking a deep breath.
"Hi everyone," You smiled, biting your lip softly. You introduced yourself, placing your hand over your heart and feeling it hammer under your touch. “I am also the maid of honor, and the most fortunate to also be Sydney's best friend."
You looked down to her and felt yourself relax as she smiled at you, taking a deep breath before looking back to the crowd.
"I am so beyond excited and proud to be here today with you all to celebrate Sydney and Carmen, the most wonderful couple."
There were loud cheers, and you found yourself smiling more.
"Syd and I first met in elementary school, the very first day of first grade. We were randomly assigned to sit together, and when she let me borrow her scooby doo pencil I knew I had found a friend. From day one she has been the most incredibly kind, loyal, smart, creative, funny girl, and my life would not be the same without her,” You glanced down to her with a grin and gently touched her shoulder before looking back.
“She is so talented and driven, there's nothing she can't put her hand to. I remember when she told me she'd applied for the CIA, and how hard she laughed when I told her I never knew she wanted to be a spy," You paused as there was a flood of laughter, feeling your heart beat calm. "then the day came when she got her acceptance letter, we sat in my rickety old car, staring at this envelope until eventually opening it after about 56 hours, and when we saw she was accepted we started screaming and crying and hugging for another 56 hours."
You paused, looking over to Syd and Carmy with a smile. "But of course, we are here to celebrate Syd and her wonderful husband, Carmy,"
There was another round of cheers and applause, Richie whistling beside you.
“I remember when Syd told me she had started seeing someone,” You continued with a smile. “and I immediately knew who it was, it was honestly a relief that I didn't have to keep hearing ‘we're just friends’ because..come on,” You raised a brow with a grin, laughter ringing around the room.
“But I must say, I have been so privileged to see their relationship go from strength to strength, they are the most perfect couple I know, and to be here now celebrating their wedding is such a blessing,” You beamed, tears starting to sting the corners of your eyes.
“As I said, Syd and I have been best friends for a long time now, and I can honestly say that Carm has brought out the best in her, from the first moment she told me about him I could see something new in her, a renewed drive and fire. They bring out the best in each other, they encourage each other to be the best they can be and lift each other up to new heights.”
You wiped your eyes, smiling as Syd reached up to touch your arm.
“All you want is for the people you love to be happy,” You smiled, looking down to Syd and Carmy. “and I can safely say I have never known Syd to be happier than she is with Carm. If I had to give Carm any advice it would be..keep doing what you're doing, keep lifting her up and pushing her and celebrating her. And always, always, let her choose the movie,” You grinned.
“I wish you both all the love and happiness in the universe, thank you so much for letting me be part of your lives, I love you both so much.”
There was a rapturous round of applause and you felt the tears flow freely as Syd and Carmy stood up to hug you. When you sat back down, Richie gave you a smile, gently touching your arm.
“Aced it.”
A little while after dinner, the DJ set up and called Syd and Carmy up for their first dance. They both looked a little embarrassed as they made their way to the center of the dancefloor, but when the opening strains of Ella Fitzgerald's ‘Let's fall in love’ began, they wrapped their arms around each other and began to sway along to the music. He whispered something in her ear and she covered her mouth as she laughed, your heart melting at the sight.
As the dance floor began to fill for the next song, you turned to see Richie beside you, holding out his hand with a smile.
“Care to dance?”
“I thought you'd never ask.”
You fell into an easy rhythm with Richie, he spun you around and dipped you dramatically as you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you back up. His hands settled on your waist, your eyes meeting. It felt natural, comfortable.
The song ended sooner than you would have liked, leaving you standing there in Richie's arms, your heart racing. He was about to say something when you felt a hand on your back and turned to see Syd, pulling you in for a dance. You glanced back at Richie, mouthing an apology before turning back to Syd with a grin, the two of you singing along to ‘This Will Be’.
After you danced with what felt like every single guest, you slipped outside for a smoke, the lights from the marquee illuminating the perfect lawn.
“Fun day huh?”
You glanced over your shoulder and smiled as you spotted Richie, walking over to join him. His jacket was gone and his tie was loose around his neck.
“I've never been so happy while crying so much,” You laughed softly. “I guess that's just weddings.”
“Yeah,” Richie nodded, taking a drag on his cigarette. “Especially this one. I was starting to worry cousin would never propose.”
“Hm, I always knew he would,” You grinned, folding your arms and flicking your cigarette. “From the first moment I met him. I saw the way he looked at Syd and I could see wedding bells. You know when two people are just clearly meant to be together but they're too stubborn to see it?”
“Those two wrote the fucking book on it,” Richie shook his head with a laugh. “If I had to see them making puppy eyes at each other once more I was gonna clunk their heads together.”
You laughed, your hand sitting over your chest.
“You would've had to get in line, I was first up to clunk them.”
You took a drag on your cigarette, looking up and blowing the smoke away before looking back at Richie.
“I never thanked you for our dance, earlier. Sorry about that, I wouldn't want you to think I didn't enjoy it..I haven't been dipped like that in a long while.”
“Oh yeah?” Richie raised a brow with a grin. “It was my pleasure.”
You smiled as met his eyes, a warmth settling over you.
There was a call for everyone to head inside as Syd and Carmy cut the wedding cake, the two of them laughing as they cut into it, sharing a kiss that had the room filling with cheers.
Syd’s dad took you for a spin on the dance floor after the cake, you posed for more photos, drank more champagne and felt happier than ever.
As you made your way back into the hotel at god only knows what time, you felt pleasantly buzzed. A group of you stayed in the bar for a while, telling stories and laughing raucously. At some point you found yourself in Richie's lap, his arm around your waist, your head tucked into his neck.
As the group started to peel off, you found yourself walking down a hallway with Richie, your arm around his waist, his arm around your shoulders. All too soon you were outside your room, reaching into your bag for your key.
“Drink some water,” Richie told you, holding his hand up, pointing at you. “and get some rest.”
“I'll agree to one of those,” You smiled, lightly tapping your key against your palm. “Come on.”
You opened the door and walked inside, smiling as Richie followed you.
“I'm just making sure you have that water,” He insisted, going to the desk and picking up a bottle of water, pouring it into a glass. “That's all.”
“I know,” You grinned, watching him. “you're being very responsible.”
You accepted the glass that was handed to you, noticing that Richie wasn't exactly rushing out the door.
“Could you do me a favor?” You asked, smiling sweetly.
“Of course.” Richie nodded, looking at you with curiosity. “What is it?”
“Take this off?” You gestured to your dress, turning around and pointing to the zipper along your back. “I can't quite reach.”
“Oh," Richie murmured softly, clearing his throat. “Uh..yeah, let me just..”
You waited for a moment before you felt him move behind you, his hands carefully holding the zipper and easing it down.
“That feels better,” You sighed softly, holding your dress to your chest as you turned back around, taking a sip of water. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome,” Richie murmured softly, his gaze darkening as he looked at you. “I..I should go.”
You felt a disappointed tension rise in you as Richie really did leave, leaving you alone in your hotel room. You half expected him to knock on the door the second he closed it but when he didn't you let out a frustrated sigh.
Taking your dress off, you hung it up in the closet before throwing on the silvery gray silk robe embroidered on the back. You removed your makeup, brushed your teeth, finished the glass of water and were just about to get into bed when you heard a knock on your door.
You put your robe back on before heading to the door, opening it and finding Richie standing on the other side of it.
“Lost my room key.”
You looked at him for a moment before you gently took his tie in your hand, tugging him forward.
“Don't worry, you won't need it.”
#the bear#the bear 🐻#the bear fics#the bear fic#richie jerimovich x you#richie jerimovich x reader#carmy x sydney
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I was very disappointed in the lack of quality Mine playlists so I made my own 🤞
Listen here
you COULD listen to it in your own free time OR you could listen to it alongside my mentally insane directors commentary 😌
(under the cut)
for the sake of this post not getting too long I am grouping all the important songs into different categories pertaining to the different eras of mine tm
Pre-Daigo Misery (Nobody - The Other Woman)
This section is mostly abt Mine being a lonely little weirdo (characterised mostly by the smiths unsurprisingly) and because this era lacks a lot of actual content my notes are less specific between songs
There are actually so many male manipulator songs that fit too perfectly with Mine in this part of his life that I couldn't resist like I'm sorry but creep by radiohead is LITERALLY about him i don't make the rules
Okay but I do find 'Heaven Knowns Im Miserable Now' so funny in this context because I'm sure Mine was forcing himself into the yakuza expecting it to be so much easier to have close connections with these other men compared to his previous 9-5, only to find its almost exactly like his 9-5 just with more crime
'Salvatore' and 'Therefore I Am' are specifically the songs I attach to his bateman-esque grindset and his bubbling hatred for most of the people he works with dsfgf
okay but THE OTHER WOMAN ASWELL. It's literally mine you wouldn't understand. He dedicates so much time to taking care of himself and setting himself up to be an actual catch of a man and yet,, no one gives a shit about him despite all the effort he puts into his lifestyle to appeal to the ppl around him
LIKE??? Kicking and screaming he's so lana del ray coded
Just the sheer depression of this era i feel so bad for him
Yandere-mode activated (Can't Get You Out of My Head - The Killing Moon)
Self explanatory however actually finding songs that pertain to his specific brand of obsession was surprisingly difficult sfdsf
Although I will say that I cope and seethe at the fact that I had to sift through Killing Stalking playlists to settle on most of these songs gfdgsf
Theres such a delicate balance between the right amount of fluff and insanity that very few songs capture without being about literal stalking
like no in this case the stalker fucking won
that and vibes of idolizing Daigo like a god, I think 'Out of Touch' and 'Stolen Dance' do this the best
And freak because I can only imagine in all of Mine's relationships it's always been purely transactional and no ones ever put in the effort to actually talk and get to know Mine in any intimate form.
my poor touch starved blorbo
FEELINGS TM (Romantic Homicide - How to Dissapear)
THIS SECTION I FEEL GREATLY ABOUT
These songs to me are all about how Mine copes with Daigo's hospitalisation and when he wakes up. His whole internal battle surrounding his premature grief and his loss of connection with Daigo because could no longer see him as a truly living thing anymore
'Change' specifically hits when you think about it in this context. Because it's not so much about any real change in Daigo himself it's all about Mine's mental image of him now (because let's be real, Mine was way more in love with the idealised version he had of Daigo more than anything tangible about him)
IFHY is a little more of any iffy choice but I think it still convey's a lot about how conflicted Mine likely felt as well as just continuing his Yandere behaviour just in a much more sinister flavour
Okay but here's where my favourite song of the entire list is
WHITE FLAG BABY
admittedly it's completely self indulgent and ties into the mine-lives theory. But just the guilt and shame Mine felt when he see's that Daigo was indeed alive and that he was going to have to explain the past few weeks to him
yeah i would've thrown myself off that roof as well
also the lyric "I will go down with this ship" paralleling his "everyone abandons ship eventually" line just tickles my brain in the best way
'Door' and 'I Guess' are also just Mine guilt tm as well
'I guess' even more specifically because he's literally attached himself to daigo like a parasite and now he's thinking daigo's gonna break up with him I just AUGH
He KNOWS he's completely fucked up but I don't think he realises how much of a pushover Daigo is just yet and that he would have forgiven him eventually gjfdg
I'll probably update this with more notes as I remember them but for now I hope y'all enjoy the playlist!
#mine yoshitaka#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#yakuza#character playlist#Yakuza 3#playlist#now I can finally listen to Mine flavoured goodness without gritting my teeth#Spotify
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Scarlet and violet Normal type gym leader
Spoilers for the game below
Sfw and NSFW
Larry Sfw and Nsfw Headcannons
Why are you surprised lol?
Sfw/ random head cannons
Has no sense of humor and if he did jokes never land because of his monotone voice.
This man has negative communication skills he will never say shit unless you ask him.
Has a collection of ties. His favorite ones are the ones you get him and the ones that represent his or your Pokemon. He will wear the most ridiculous ties with a straight face.
Dating is like the last thing on his mind actually he doesn't even think about it. Like sure he's had crushes before but usually he just brushes it aside and does his own thing.
He's so normal he's so boring his coworkers set him up... Without his knowledge. Of course when he finds out he's very annoyed by this but goes on the date anyway just to clear the air. Blunt yes, harsh Maybe, but honest.
However he can't seem to get the words out at the end of the date. A lot of people and I mean a lot of people. I usually bored of him or get sick of his completely monotone tone deaf voice for the fact that he just doesn't talk much. You though you just seem to enjoy his presence regardless.
But you though you think he absolutely hates the date, and you, I mean, it's hard to tell when he just looks so unamused most of the time... He did seem to perk up a bit when you talked about your Pokemon. Anything else? Nothing. At this point, you don't even know why you like this man. Your heart feels things, and you don't understand.
This man doesn't sleep he works three different jobs one as a gym leader two as the elite four and three as the Pokemon League accountant. He has a credit card to the treasury and is incredibly smart. Greeta and Larry's boss employee relationship is funny. Larry being an employee always thinks the worst of his boss always thinks he's on edge with them. Meanwhile, Greeta always wants to go drinking with Larry and is always wanting to hang out with him. Greeta thanks Larry is an incredible hard worker and needs to take a break.
Nsfw
Listen I know this man looks like a pure vanilla ice cream but you got to let a whore like me dream.
Dom leaning switch
Cw:rough sex
Because of his looks and well his you honest to God, you thought he was a virgin. So you were being gentle with him while your mouth was around him. You couldn't help but notice how hard he was grabbing your hair. Brushed it off as just a mistake. Until he asked rougher treatment. You nod he asks again, you smile and say " Larry I'm sure nothing you will do will be too rough for me-"
Suddenly his hand is around your throat and you sea stars. All you remember is waking up your entire body feeling sore. With marks all over. No way, it's all hitting you now your face turning red with the memories of him holding you down with all his strength( he's stronger than he looks you know) fucking you through orgasm after orgasm before finally he's done.
And suddenly he's back to normal- I-didn't-just-blow-your-back-out-like-a-god-Larry.
He's either extremely oblivious or absolutely fucking with you. Because he will just look at you and say " I apologize I've been pretty stressed lately"
Tldr: rough sex, no talking, stress reliever, fuck toy.
And to be honest he expects the same from you
Because bitch got masochism Tango energy.
No matter how much pain and teasing you give him they only sound you're getting back as a slight whimper, or a hiss in pain.
Has he gets close he still doesn't make a sound but his eyes say everything pleading you to let him cum.
Sorry Simp but he's not into most Kinks. Having a hard no on exhibitionism. but knows his sex positions. Mercenary and doggy are is his favorite but he's not opposed to trying new things. With rough sex and "light" choking
Light choking as in if you start being loud he squeezes harder. I would think he doesn't like being loud.
And no one will ever believe you.
#smut#pokemon scarlet and violet#Pokemon scarlet and violet X reader#This better pop off#/hj#Pokemon vi#pokemon larry
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The begining of the end
this is part 1 of rainstorms and hate sex. im working on this series so it'll be jumbled for a little bit! @livesinfantasyland, this should answer some of your questions, im still working on the basement scene and ill post it as soon as i complete it!
Warning: the usual for my style
word count: 3k
As per usual my darlings, you do not have my permission to copy or use my work in anyway, if you do ill haunt you for the rest of your days!!
The slam of a fist jarred my attention. I looked away from Preston just a moment to see August walking away and he was seething. I eyed Preston and he just gave a knowsing smirk, “You stupid mother fucker” i spat as i set my coffee cup in the sink “You cannot use me to get to him” he gave that same cold indifferent mask that he wears so well along with a sly smirk “Who said i had to do anything? It seems he is working things out for himself” he takes a sip of his coffee and goes to leave. I grabbed his arm “ I don't not care what is going on between the two of you but leave me out of it i will not choose sides'' his blue-grey eyes look back at me “Funny it looks like you've already chosen the wrong side in this war”
He walked away without another word. I went in search of August. Making my way to his corner office, I knocked on the door and opened it slowly, “August?” I questioned. His desk was empty, his decanter of whiskey wasn't in its usual place, it was on his desk next to a glass that was recently emptied, peeking around he clearly wasn't here. Backing my way out of his office I heard voices of two men I'd rather not deal with, Duke and Baron, the twins. Both of them are well over 6 feet, both are well built. Both with dark hair, Duke’s was shorter on the sides but the top was long and curled. He had a full sleeve of black and grey intricate tattoos on his left arm.
Baron, his hair was short all over. He didn't have any visible tattoos, and he had glasses, he was a master hacker, the rumors around the office were and Duke, he was just a man whore. I tried to walk away before they caught me “Wait up Cherry pie” , a lilting British accent called after me. Damn it, it was Baron. Rolling my eyes I turned to face him “What do you need?” leaning against the doorframe of August’s office “Nothing just seeing what you wanted with my brother? A little too close with him aren't we?” I took a step towards him, ready to give him a smack across his face. Clenching my fist and raising my arm “Easy dove, he goes to the shooting range when he is stressed, you'll find him there.” Duke spoke. I didn't say anything and walked away from them while I still could.
Taking the elevator down to the basement level, and making my way to the fire range, I can hear the gun fire from down the hall before I even walk in. grabbing a pair of ear plugs and glasses, I made my way. I can hear the muffled sound of my heels as I approach him. He has his suit coat hanging on the end of a hook. His broad shoulders tense underneath his dress shirt which is a little too tight, the powerful stance he held as he hit his target true. The sound of gun fire, muffled by my ear plugs, but still made me clench my thighs in anticipation. That man fucks like he fights, id be a goner. I stopped about 2 feet away from him. Not that i could scare him but i mostly don't trust myself to not reach out and touch him. “What do you want” i was at a lose for words, how the hell did that man tell i was there, was he fucking superman or something? He emptied the clip, he pointed to the top of his station, there was a mirror so he could see behind him. “You had no chance of sneaking up on me” he turned to face me, “Now are you going to tell me why you are here? I stuttered, positive that I looked like a dying cod fish.
He just glared at me with those striking blue eyes, waiting. Stuttering and stumbling over my words as if I was a young child learning to walk, he watched me with amusement, hooking his index finger under my chin, tilting it up to meet my gaze “Yes baby?” I let out a shuddering sigh and spoke softly. “I’m not involved with Preston, he is just an asshole” his lips quivered as he lowered his hand “ I know, i just can't stand the thought of that man touching what’s mine” he caressed my cheek softly, pulling his bottom lip between his sharp teeth. I looked into those blue eyes to see if I could read anything but that stupid mask was back in place and he was back to hard ass McGee.
Dropping his hand, he stretched his neck listening to it crack, he turned round and started to pack up. “Why do you hate him so much? Is he why you refuse to let me join the Swans with you” i blurted, plastering my false bravado on my face as he exhaled slowly “Baby none of that matters'' turning back to face me as he grabbed his suit coat “As long as he doesn't touch what's mine again we won't have problems. As for being a Swan, you’ll never be one'' buttoning his suit coat and grabbing his briefcase, watching his finely sculpted ass walk away, normally left me needy and wanting but I was hot for a different reason. I was angry, for the lack of answer and that man treating me with kid gloves. I've had it.
“August” i yelled as i followed him to his waiting vehicle “August Fucking Walker” i spat i could taste the venom in my mouth “you cant stop me from trying to join the Swans with or without you ill succeed” he let out a fake laugh “No you wont” i let out a harsh growl as he got to his SUV. stopping feet away from him, in a moment of rage i threw out at him the worst thing i could say “With an attitude like that, it's no wonder your twin sister left you” i swear the temperature of the room dropped by at least 20 degrees if not more. He turned to face me, he was seething with rage. “What did you say?” he spoke as he prowled towards me. Swallowing the hard lump in my throat, I dared to say it again as I went back into my car. “I said no wonder your twin..” but my words were cut off by a large hand grasping me round my throat, pinning me in place. I clawed at his hand to get him to let go. “You know nothing of my sister, you will never be the woman she would be.” he spat at me. He squeezed my throat to get his point across. At that moment I never feared him, even then but I was terrified of what he would do to me if he didnt let go.
August’s POV
I had her pinned by her throat, the beast inside my chest just begging to come out to play, she couldn't just leave well enough alone. First all her questions about becoming a swan and then Preston hanging around her like a goddamn leech and now this sister jab, that was all I could handle today before I broke. Getting right in her face “Preston Darling, his brother is the reason my sister is gone, she died in her car in the backseat with that low life darling boy he called a brother. His family is the reason my sister is dead and I will never let him live it down. Ever wonder why he wears a half mask on his face?
Duke likes to play with fire just a little too much. I don't remember her like I do but I will remember the last words I ever spoke to her as she left the house wearing that necklace, the ones that declared she was a Darling whore. You are dead to me, and three days later she was.” her face was turning purple. Her hands clawed at my arms, drawing blood in a desperate attempt to release her. I shook the haze from my vision, dropping her like a sack of potatoes, stepping back watching her gulp down oxygen like she was guaranteed to never breathe again. She sputtered and choked as she rose to her feet. “You..Fucking..Asshole” she managed between breaths. I glared at her. She righted herself and came charging at me, her small fist hitting me in my chest “You.. Monster” she spat as she continued to pound away at my chest. The hits slowed before coming to a stop before she looked up at me, tears welling in the corner of her eyes. Swiping one away with my thumb and licking the salty tear off. Your tears tasted soo fucking good, i couldnt wait to get you to cry so more. Grabbing you by your biceps, I opened the back door of your vehicle and shoved you in.
Your POV
Watching him licking my tears was something else. He grabbed me and spun me around to face his vehicle “August” I went to say before my words were abruptly cut off by his sharp tongue.
“Shut the fuck up, Baby,” he growls, yanking the back door of the truck open and stuffing me inside.
“It’s over. You lost. You’re not strong enough to take me down, and you never will be. Go home.” “Fuck you,” I yell. “I’m not giving up that easily.” I hurl myself back out, but he catches me, tossing me across the seat and jumping up in, blocking the way out. I reach for the other door, but he grabs my knees and pulls me back, and suddenly I’m on my back on the seat, and he’s yanking at my skirt. Tears of fury burn my eyes, and I twist away, but not before I see him yanking at his belt with his other hand. He flips me onto my back again and dives onto me, wrestling my thighs open and plowing into me. I cry out in fury, pounding at his shoulders as he buries his cock deeper, swearing at me as he grinds himself up to the hilt inside me. We’ve been fucking for over a month, but he’s so big it still hurts like fuck when he doesn’t prep me.
The fucked up part is, the pain is starting to turn me on as much as everything else he does. “Let me up,” I snarl. “You don’t deserve to fuck me after you choked me half to death.” “You crazy bitch,” he growls, gripping my hands and linking his fingers through mine, pinning them to the seat as he grinds his pelvic bone against my clit. “Is this what you wanted? Is this why you followed me? You need a good pounding to knock some sense into you?” A shudder of pleasure rocks through me, and I want to deny it, but he can feel how wet I am, so wet it makes me furious. “So what if it is?” I snap, bucking my hips, not sure if I’m trying to throw him off or push him deeper, push him over the edge, watch him lose control the way I love to do. “Why shouldn’t I?” “I told you what would happen if you ever disobeyed my rules,” he says, thrusting into me hard and fast, each movement punctuated by his harsh words.
“Is that what you wanted? You want me to watch my brothers wreck this sweet cunt like I do?” “You’d never,” I swear at him, my knees gripping his hips as I wrench at my hands, trying to free them from his grip. He only fucks me harder, pounding me into the seat like he’s trying to tear me in half. He bares his teeth in a feral snarl, but I don’t drop his gaze. I slam my hips up against his so hard I hope it leaves bruises, meeting each punishing thrust with my own. Last time, he told me he’d let his brothers run a train on me if I came over. But that was before. Things are different now. Maybe before I came along, he and his brothers did their thing to all the girls. But now he cares. And when he cares, August doesn’t share with anyone, not even his brothers. I know him well enough to know that. And he looks fucking pissed about it.
He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head back until I cry out, my body arching automatically, my knees spreading wider. He yanks my leg up with his other hand, hooking it around his hips, the force of his movements positively savage as he slams into me so hard I know I’ll have bruises on my hips tomorrow from where we collide, bruises on my leg from where his strong fingers bite into me, crushing my muscle until I cry out. “That’s right, baby,” he says, his voice coming in quick bursts between the crushing blows of his hips. “Let me hear you use that loud voice now. I know you want to. Let it out. Scream for me, Cherry Pie.” “I fucking hate you,” I snarl. “I hate you more.” “I’m so fucking close,” I say through panting breaths, my nails raking down his back. “Scream and I’ll cum so deep inside you that it changes your fucking DNA,” he growls.
I drop my head back and let go, let myself scream all the fury and pleasure and frustration until all I feel is relief at the sensation of our bodies joining, even if we’re still warring with our hearts. August lets out a guttural groan, his cock throbbing thick inside me as he locks his hips to mine, forcing me to take every inch of him, every drop of his cum as it floods into me in a rush of wet heat. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he murmurs into my neck. “If I came any harder, I’d stroke out and die inside you.”
I shove at his shoulder. “Let me on top. I didn’t cum yet. And you better stay fucking hard while I do.” He rolls us over, sliding his big hands up my thighs and helping me find my rhythm. His eyes are so full, brimming with dark heat, that it just about devours me. I throw my head back, riding him while he grips my hip in one hand and slides the other up the front of my body. He wraps his fingers around my throat, his touch rough but not violent. His grip on my hip is punishing, but his hand on my throat is commanding but almost tender.
The contrast makes me come undone. My walls clench around him, the orgasm gripping me from head to toe, making me jerk on top of him uncontrollably, my body taking over. I know what he means about stroking out. Before him, I didn’t know it was possible to cum so hard. When the climax releases me, I collapse onto him, sliding my palms up his forearms to grip his hands the way he did mine, with my small fingers laced between his long, strong ones. “Holy fuck, I could watch you ride me until the day I die and never get tired of it,” he murmurs into my hair, kissing the top of my head. I catch my breath for a minute before sitting up and pressing his hands into the seat. “I think that was more than ten,” I say with a smirk. “What?” he asks, staring up at me in the darkness.
“I pinned you,” I say. “For ten minutes.” “Fucking snake,” he says, shoving me off him. I grab my skirt and slide over the console into the front seat, putting some distance between us before I pull on my clothes. “I told you I wasn’t done fighting,” I say. “I won't give up, August. It’s not in my blood.” “You’ll never be a Swan,” he says, pulling up his slacks and swinging down out of the truck. “Swans have class.” He slams the door and walks away, but I’m smiling when I turn the key. I completed the first challenge. Whether he wants to admit it or not, I did. Maybe I had to use some different tricks than the guys he’s used to initiating, but I still did it. And I’m going to keep passing all the tests until he has no choice but to let me join. If Mr. D thinks that’s where the secrets are, then he should be happy enough with my progress to let me keep my scholarship through whatever hazing period the society has. Now I just have to figure out what the next challenge is and hope I survive it.
#henry cavill#henry cavill imagine#august walker#henrycavill smut#august walker imagines#august walker fanfiction#august walker fanfic
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Waterparks Intellectual Property Lyrics Starters
Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.
CW: Death, Self Harm
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ST*RFUCKER
"Yo, imagine an album starting with this."
"Take a breath, close your eyes, and shit."
"I'm gonna move out of my loft."
"I can drive you fucking crazy."
"I'll always be around."
"I'm climbing up to your window now."
"It's been a pleasure, nice to meet you."
"Maybe I'm a soul-sucker but you're just a star fucker."
"I signed somebody's NDA."
"I bet you wouldn't ask me to do that by this time next year."
"You can't hide my face and save me for a rainy day."
"It don't go two ways."
"Nope."
"I don't wanna be toxic, I just wanna be honest."
"This shit hits like a comment."
"It just hurts 'cause I want it."
"I'm saying picture that, but like, right before things go dark."
REAL SUPER DARK
"Oh, you mean -name-?"
"Leave some tears after."
"If you're feeling silly."
"I'll call you, beep you later."
"I'm sorry, stop."
"I'm out of my cage."
"I'm on stage."
"I'm dyin' to give you a show."
"I'm alienated."
"Here are a few of the notes."
"My fans are the best."
"They'd love me more dead."
"Man, I can't die 'til I finish the album."
"'Course if I could time it right, shit could go platinum."
"Baby, it's gettin' too loud."
"Everyone's freaking me out."
"Shut the fuck out of your mouth."
"Everybody's proud of me."
"Therapy's not working."
"I don't understand."
"I kill time by playin' tennis with your favorite band."
FUNERAL GREY
"11PM they walked in with their friends."
"I'm trippin' off the deep end."
"Call me a Lyft or a black hearse."
"I know you'll make my head spin."
"What's your favorite color?"
"That's not a color, it's a shade."
"Don't disagree with me."
"I didn't get their name."
"I can't explain the look on their face."
"They wore a sweater in summer weather."
"It's killing me."
"I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make."
"3AM they walked in, took a hit."
"That shit is gonna kill you."
"They kinda smiled and blew it in my face."
"Well, now you're gonna die, too."
"They rolled their eyes."
"I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit."
"Float my way."
"I'm melting for you."
BRAINWASHED
"What's up?"
"Hello, I'm trying to meet ya."
"Don't take it away."
"I wanna play."
"Where did the time fly?"
"What if I pray?"
"Hoping you'll stay into the daylight."
"Wait, what am I saying?"
"I feel insane."
"It's only been a couple of days."
"I'm having the same thoughts."
"Thinking you got me brainwashed."
"I'm see-through."
"Need you."
"Why do I think you're so cool?"
"Everything's clean except for my thoughts."
"Thinking about getting you off."
"It's been a week, I'm still at your house."
"I don't wanna leave, it's freaking me out."
"Why am I acting like that?"
"My day's fucked 'til you finally wanna text back."
"I put some extra on my laugh when you say things."
"Are you really that funny or am I hallucinating?"
"I'm slipping away."
"Give me space."
"Give me your face at the same time."
"It's like my brain isn't mine."
"You moved into my mind, dropped your bags, drew the blinds."
"The syndrome feels Stockholm."
"Do you wanna keep me on lock though?"
2 BEST FRIENDS
"I'm trying to turn my brain off."
"I don't know where to go."
"With the blinds drawn and the lights off?"
"I could pick your body in a lineup."
"Now I'm sick of waiting on you."
"Now I'm sick of waiting on you to call when you're out every night."
"I'm sick of playing it cool."
"Baby, really, I wanna die."
"I went out with my two best friends."
"Tried anything not to think of you."
"It didn't work and I feel like shit."
"Wake up tomorrow and try again."
"You hit the back with the syntax."
"You treated my heart like a handbag."
"Now I'm solo when the night's cold."
"I kissed a couple people but they taste wrong."
END OF THE WATER (FEEL)
"If you feel it, then I feel it, too."
"If you believe me, I could be your truth."
"If you need me, all I need is you."
"Wait."
"Why we ghost each other for a week at a time?"
"Both waiting for each other to reply."
"Make plans and let 'em fall through."
"I can't even call you."
"I can't even call you, let alone call you mine."
"I can be nonchalant if that's what you really want."
"I'm just glad you and I are alive at the same time."
"We can't take back what we never gave."
"That distance keeps us safe."
"Nobody told me that safe is so lonely."
"Now I'm checking your DMs again."
"I'm thinking 'bout your face instead."
Can't we act like you and I are alive at the same time?"
SELF-SABOTAGE
"When we talk, I'm never wrong."
"I'm never wrong."
"If we don't fight it won't last long."
"Might unplug my phone for the night."
"When you need me the most I'll miss that flight."
"It's avoidable."
"I'll destroy chances to be better than I was before you and me."
"Now we're at the part where you'll hate what you see."
"What the fuck is wrong with me?"
"I'm on my way to you but I self-sabotage."
"I might drive my car and crash into your garage."
"To get away from you."
"If you like when we talk, I'll dislocate my jaw."
"It's sad, so sad."
"We both know it."
"Every time I find a good thing I throw it."
"All the way over the edge."
"I stay stoic."
"I get the chance to change your mind, still I blow it."
"You don't see."
"I don't really battle."
"You leave me in the rain."
"Singing through the pain."
"Eddie Vedder sang it better."
"They said they hated me."
RITUAL
"My inner child needs a bulletproof vest."
"A phone that can text?"
"Twenty years rest."
"Build a bomb shelter."
"Bite a belt for the stress."
"Never know what's next."
"Sleeping with my clothes on in case shit goes wrong."
"Gotta clear my front lawn."
"Eyes feel heavy tonight."
"I could sleep for weeks."
"Don't look for me."
"They're killing me when I'm fast asleep."
"Are you hearing me when I say you're bleeding me out?"
"All the things you don't say."
"I'm living fucking betrayed."
"Living like I'm dead and on my own."
"Like a ritual."
FUCK ABOUT IT
"I like you but I need some space."
"I like you kinda far away."
"It's not hard to kill a day lookin' at your face."
"I like you but I need some room."
"Been givin' me your attitude."
"It doesn't always stay that way."
"I hate the aftertaste."
"I don't wanna leave you hangin' on."
"When we fight it's like a marathon."
"Give me three days alone."
"We can fuck about it later if you want."
"It's all we ever really do when something's wrong."
"You don't seem to like it when we talk."
"We never fix the problems that we've got."
"I guess I'll see you later."
"You've been at my crib for like the seventh day up in a row."
"You've been doing silly things like checking who I follow."
"I know you're waiting by the phone."
"It's alright, I won't lie to you."
"Sometimes when we fight it's like scars on my wrist."
"When I think about the shit that we did to one another, baby…"
A NIGHT OUT ON EARTH
"Am I missing out?"
"Am I having fun?"
"Is it just me, or is it everyone?"
"Desensitized."
"The love I get is virtual."
"Now Jesus hates my guts."
"It's getting personal."
"It's a night out."
"The last one for a while."
"Can't get worse."
"Now, if I ever feel jealous I just turn it into lyrics."
"I fuckin' sell it."
"When I get depressed and make songs I turn pain into rain and sing along."
"Still, I get hit."
"Do you remember me?"
"Some version, I guess."
"Dude, oh my God."
"Tell me what you want about your brand."
"Will I make a post shouting out your lemonade stand?"
"Aw, come on man, we're bros."
"Like I've known you forever."
"I watched your little band grow."
"Now it's fuck you and everyone you know."
"I'm gonna make sure you get it through your head before you go."
"I wear my red flags like a cape."
"Got superhuman strength when I'm fucking up your day."
"I'm coming in first so pour the Gatorade."
"Life gave me lemons, now I bleed lemonade."
"It gets so fucking hot under all this shade."
"Everywhere I walk's a toxic parade."
"The glove don't fit but I wear it anyway."
"I could drive my Lexus overnight back home to Texas."
"I could fall asleep in my old bed."
"Life got kinda hectic."
"On the day I got my necklace."
"I just wanna fall asleep on my own."
"It's a hell of a time."
"Was I loved or was I right?"
"I kissed a couple people in a week."
"Am I gonna go to Hell in my sleep?"
"Will God forgive me?"
"I gotta hide everybody that I like."
"Did therapy four times this week from my bike."
"I'm overthinking everything."
"A Capricorn with double horns."
"Triple six, Baby."
"I'm fucking dying for you."
"If it was up to me."
"Everyone I know knows another me."
"It's getting hard to keep track of everything I keep locked behind my back."
"I'm jumping out the window."
"I'm leaving when the night goes."
"I ain't gonna let go."
"Stay jumping at the tempo."
"This is how this shit goes."
"I ain't jumping out the window."
"Stay living at the tempo."
"I'm a natural blue."
"I'm very stoked out to have them on the phone right now."
"Everyone get stoked."
SNEAKING OUT OF HEAVEN
"And I said like a million vocal things in my head for it."
"But like…"
"Whatever, fuck it, here."
"Highkey when we fuck I feel like I'm struck."
"They say I'm brainwashed."
"Yeah, I might be."
"I build a secret room for you."
"Just one more chance to adore you."
"Love you."
"If you're toxic, I'll wear a hazmat."
"Do you think God knows?"
"You've been sneaking out of Heaven."
"Like were their eyes closed?"
"There's no way they're just letting you fall from the stars and get in my car."
"Go to my place."
"You put away your halo."
"I swear to God my heart's gonna pop."
"It's beating light speed."
"If I'm not brainwashed, man, I'm trying to be."
"Swallow my shoes and car keys."
"I don't need those 'cause I won't leave."
"I'll have to jump the gates when I die 'cause they won't let me inside."
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Satoru Gojo | the comeback
🔞‼️🔞‼️🔞NSFW SLOW BURN‼️🔞‼️🔞‼️
We’ve all seen and heard but I won’t say anything. Just read the story man, damn. 🫠🫠🫠
You’re all he wanted to see as soon as he was released from the prison box!!
As I approach your door, I'm on edge not knowing what you'll be feeling, what you might think, or even if you'd want to see me after all this time. I don't know if I'll be ready for that reality.
"I hope it's not too late" I mutter to myself and push the button on the ring. A few moments go by before your voice fills the silence.
"Whoever you are, it ain't funny! Get the fuck on."
I can't help but laugh. Your voice sounds so small and a little distorted coming out of the speaker.
I lean forward looking into the lense. "Cmon love, you know a curse wouldn't show up on a camera."
"I'm not buying it! Seriously I'm not in the mood, now get the hell away from my door!"
I smile and shake my head. You've never been one to put up with the bull shit. I shuffle back a couple of steps sizing up the distance to your window from the ground. It'll be easy but it probably won't look too good having a tall blindfolded man climbing up the side of your building.
Ahh fuck it. I'm not going to be able to leave here until I see you. I walk over across the grass and take a glance over my shoulder before I bound off the ground and catch the railing. I pull myself up and hoist my legs over the side. Easy. I peer inside seeing nothing but a cluttered bedroom and a dark hallway just beyond that. I rap at the glass a couple of times and wait anxiously. Finally, you appear at the far end of the hall and make your way toward the room.
You notice me awkwardly peeking inside, but you don't seem startled or upset. Your eyes probe over me suspiciously and my heart knocks in my chest as you hesitantly approach the sliding door. You pause just as you reach for the handle with trembling fingers and stand before me, moon-eyed and struck silent on the other side of the glass.
Your brows knit together as the confusion plays on your face. To my relief, the door slides open and you step out onto the balcony. As much as I had dreamt of this moment, I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the notion that there isn't a single word that could describe how much I've missed you. The air between us feels thick with static and I f it weren't for the distant echoes of the city night, you'd probably hear my heart thrumming hard in my chest.
You're just as breathtaking as ever. I look you over, soaking in the shifting energy residing around you. Even though you you have no cursed energy, I can still sense the warmth of your aura vibrating high around you, burning in a bright fiery orange just like your eyes whenever you used to smile at me. Residuals of tension splice through the warmth as you step out onto the balcony keeping a cautious distance. Your almond eyes fixate on me while you more than likely contemplate the reality of the situation.
"Gojo? Is this for real? I— what is this?"
As I'm hearing the hurt in your voice, I'm rendered speechless. No amount of words could ever make it right. I pull my blindfold off and close the distance between us. Your brow creases and tears begin to flood your eyes as you look up at me.
"Oh my God. Is it....?"
A pained sob chokes out of you before you can finish and I immediately enclose you in my arms. I can't bear seeing you cry.
"It's me love, it's really me." I avow as I rest my chin on the top of your head. I squeeze you tight as you sob gently into my chest.
"Don't cry love, please don't. I mean I get it, it's me after all." I tease trying to hold back a few unexpected tears of my own.
You hit me with a sharp jab to my side and lean against me in my arms. You bring your hands up to my face and your palms rest on either side as you look up at me. Your tears are still flowing from your eyes but your sweet smile beams serenely at me, melting my heart completely.
"I missed you so bad Gojo. How are you here? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be..."
"You really have to ask me why?" You shoot me an appraising look and shake your head at me.
We head inside and spend hours talking on the couch. We fall right back into our old playful ways, for an instant, and for only an instant, I forget my time away. I sit here across from you, contentedly listening to you speak. Admiring everything about you, your filthy sailor's mouth, the way you get so animated telling your stories and talking with your hands. All the little things that I love about you, it almost feels like I'm getting to fall for you all over again.
Not long into our conversation, it gets a little harder to focus on what you're saying. I can't stop admiring you, your beautiful body. I like being able to just take in the sight of you after all this time. I'm especially in love with the way your top fits snugly across your chest leaving the soft swell of your breasts visible. I lick my lips thinking of how I want to trace my tongue across there as soon as I get the chance. Damn! My eyes travel down to those those gorgeous hips in those shorts that hug them perfectly. I think about the bruises I know I'm going to leave on those heavy thighs as soon as you let me between your legs. You're just so damn enticing. You drag me back to the now when you stand and make your way to the kitchen.
Do you need anything?" Your fingers brush my shoulder as you walk by me. I know it wasn't a loaded question but the tone in your voice is all too familiar to me so, I make my move.
I stride right up behind you and press my body against you. I brush my lips against your ear and whisper to you,
"What are you offering?"
"I can't stand you." You turn to face me and throw a playful jab my way. I catch your fist in my hand and pin it behind your back. Slip my fingers under your shirt I tickle the little spot on your side making you try and flinch away.
"Stop playin' Satoru."
Your giggling is sounding so sweet, and then there's the way you say my name knowing it makes me want to do it more.
"If you keep looking at me like that..." I pull you closer to me, lifting your chin so I can kiss your lips. "...with those eyes that scream fuck me ..." I tilt my head and kiss you again. "...we're definitely gonna play. I could eat you up right here baby. "
I kiss you harder, savoring every suckle to your gorgeous mouth. I glide my finger over the soft skin along the edge of your jaw. "You don't know how much I missed playing with your body. Teasing you until you begged me with tears in your eyes."
You come undone in my arms in an instant we're a tangle of lips and tongue. I hold you tight, wanting to keep you close to me a little scared of letting go. I lose myself in kissing you while your fingers slide through my hair tugging hard as you stand up on your toes to kiss me harder. I take you into my arms and lift you off of your feet and your legs wrap tight around me. I take a few steps forward to press you against the wall. Kissing you deeper, letting my love and desire unfurl over you.
Your head tilts to the side, exposing your neck. I suck gently. leaving a trail of flushed skin. I can feel your energy flowing through me with every kiss tapping into my psyche. I whisper everything I want to do to you while you cling to me, starved for my touch.
I press myself harder against you and slip my hands underneath your pajama shorts. I wrap them around the soft fleshy parts of your hips and the warmth of your skin gives me goosebumps. You gasp at my every touch like it's the first time that you're feeling my hands caress your body. My fingertips dig into your skin as I cup your ass in my hands feeling that it's a little heavier now. My heart patters in my chest when glimpses of your ass bouncing against my hips invade my mind making my dick press hard against my jeans. I push it against you so you can feel just how much you affect me.
I break from our kiss and pull back just enough to see your face. Your eyes grow wild with desire ad you grab onto my shoulders and shift your hips toward me. You're begging me. You're needy now. Desperate even, and I fucking love it.
"You don't know what you do to me?" I mumble against your skin, "I just want to kiss all of you." I kiss down your neck again, then across your collarbone.
"God, I couldn't wait to do this..." I mold my hand around your breast and glide my tongue slow and steady right over the rounded swell and your back arches from the wall.
"Oh my god, I missed you. I miss you so much Satoru." You whine to me with your eyes full of desperation.
"Yess, you know how much I love the sound of you. Tell me again baby." My tongue dances over your flesh and you cry out.
"Ahh fuck Toru, please don't stop, I needed this, I've need you..."
The sounds you're making resonate deeply. My already stiff member keeps twitching the more you give yourself over to me, needing me just as badly as I need you.
"I've missed every little thing about you" I mutter between kisses. I slide the straps of your shirt down over your shoulders freeing your tits. They spill free, so milky and soft. I muzzle my face right into your chest as you push them into my face. I breathe you in like the fresh air that you are.
"Your smell so good, Hmmmm...."
I pass my tongue across your nipple, then back again. A surprised moan falls from your lips as you cling to me. I suckle and I nip, teasing you just the way you like and your nails dig into my shoulders. I want to make you cum just like this, right here. I set you down and put my hand between your legs.
"....Mmmm, I love how wet you get for me..."
"Oh my god, don't tease me, hasn't it been too long? I need you now, please, Toru, please?" I love the way you plead so desperately for me. It's too good for me to stop now.
"Keep begging me sweetheart. You know I can't help it. You take it so well..." I tease.
Your jaw falls open and your eyes roll back when I cup my hand between your legs and put pressure on your clit. I start to slide my fingers back and forth, teasing your pussy and making you tremble in my grasp. I slip your shorts to the side and slide two fingers along the delicate crevice.
"Mmhmm. Ahh you're fucking gushing for me."
I duck my head and take your nipple into my mouth, simultaneously easing my fingers in small circles against your clit, teasing the center. Your entire body tenses and your legs start to give. You claw at my shoulders and I can feel the first wave of release rolling through your body as my name pours from your lips dripping with
so much lust.
"Yes baby, feel it...."
I switch to the other side and graze your nipple with my teeth. I suck gently at the tender bit and tease a little more with the tip of my tongue. I flick it up and down making you twist against me nearly letting go. Perfect! I plunge two fingers inside you and the unexpected pressure makes you cum hard on the spot. I finger you hard and your wetness runs down my fingers. While you squirm and moan clawing at my arms, my ego surges with pride.
"Yeaaa, uh huh, that's a good girl, keep coming for me." A shiver runs up my spine when I arise to see your eyes all wide and bewildered, tears forming in the corners. I need more, so I curl my fingers and little more and work that spot, again and again as you tighten down around them.
"Yesss, good girl, come again for me baby. I know you can!..... come for me! come for me! come for me!!" The squelching sounds of you coming on my fingers again makes me smile.
"Mmmm, just like that baby." I coax you right over the edge again. The floodgates open and your slick sweet juices run down your thighs. I drop to my knees in front of you and bury my face between your legs. You sob my name when my tongue finds your overly sensitive clit. I glance up at you, completely taken by a mesmeric picture of you losing your mind with how good I make you feel.
I think about the way I craved you and this animalistic devotion I have to see you like this. I can't stop myself from growling into your overflowing wetness. I've waited so long to devour this sweet pussy. I want you to cum all over my fucking face before I finally fuck you.
I slip my tongue back and forth over that sensitive pearl and you squeeze my face with your thighs. You're practically hyperventilating now, but I don't let up. I can feel your legs quivering and your hands pushing against my shoulders. I grab your plump behind and bury my nose against your plush. I dip my tongue inside of you then slide it back up again. I glide up and along your throbbing clit, lapping you up, slurping and tonguing you relentlessly, trying to suck up all the love that pours out of you. I drink you up like my life depends on it.
I humm into your intense heat and all at once, the room is filled with your ecstatic cries and your climax breaks you. You crumble onto me and I scoop you up into my lap. I take your face into my hands and kiss your lips. Your head rests in my hands while you try and catch your breath. You can barely keep your eyes open so I pick you up and carry you to the room. You're head rests against my chest as a carry you down the hall. I set you down on the bed and you climb over to your pillow and plop down. I slide in next to you and curl up around you. I tuck my head into your neck and whisper in your ear.
"What happened to your stamina?" You nudge me with your leg and back your hips against me. "Shut up, it's been a really long time ok!"
You settle in and fade fast. You feel so small in my arms, and your pheromones invade my senses, invigorating me. You coo softly in your sleep, completely exhausted.
"Ok fine, I'll give you just a minute, but we've got over 1000 days to make up for."
"Yes, Daddy." Your voice is light and smoky and I swear I could bust out of these jeans.
"Mmm love, You shouldn't have said that." .....
Part 2 on Wattpad
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i wanna see the bau team with a Marten Riggs type reader
realistically they'd take it very seriously but that's boring so we're ditching that idea
like in the first episode of lethal weapons he walks into the hostage situation with a fuckin pizza
the team looks away for maybe 5 minutes tops and suddenly you've gone off skipping your way twords the homicidal maniac carrying a goddamned thin crust pepperoni pizza
⏬Marten Riggs clips on YouTube ⏬
they're so fucking funny you gotta watch them😭
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for shits and giggles let's say that you're a newbie
a probie if you will
so they're not close to you yet but they still don't wanna see you get murdered lmao
istg Reid nearly faints when you pull the gun closer to your head
or when you walk into that warehouse whistling Andy Griffith?
his skin paled so much it could've rivald Casper the friendly ghosts
Garcia loves you but threatens your life regularly
stop putting yourself in life threatening situations when you don't have to you little shit👺
they don't let you talk to mentally unstable unsubs cause your sarcasm would escalate the situation 🤷🏻♀️
let's be honest Reids in love with you☠️
an enemies to lovers perhaps?👀
fr tho mans a simp for you
listen this is very self indulgent so i'm imagining the reader has brightly hair and is goth punk and like 19😗
(i'm almost 18 and i hate it 💩)
this is the early seasons btw so Reid is like 24
since you're so young dad! hotch mode is not activated 🥺
Gideon thinks you're a cool kid
and in the newer seasons with Rossi he fuckin loves you man
he treats you like your his own kid
they scold the holy hell out of you when you pull that shit
like hotch has put you on desk duty and threatened to take away your badge
but you're really good at your job ig cause you still got it ☠️
Derek is literally your older brother
like you guys had sibling arguments all the time lmao
he'd die for you tho
they all would
jj is like your older sister
she gives the best advice fr
and Emily would do anything for you she loves you so much
you're like her kid 🥺
if you're anything like me and say dude, bro, and man religiously you're gonna get the hotchner glare 😵
like no he's sir or hotch thanks very much
Rossi thinks it's hilarious
until you hit him with a "bro"
then you get a Rossi stare down
Derek just lifts a perfect brow at the name of " endearment "
also! his eyebrows look just like this thing ~
like you guys see it too right?😭
this is getting too long i might post on it again later tho
i haven't gone back over it so it probably doesn't make sense lmao
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