#now go watch the show because it was really fucking good
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call me greedy but can we please have more vampire emperor with his new favorite concubine? im still thinking about him ;;-;;
Won't call you greedy because I love him too.
Vamp!Emporer and his new concubine
He carried you back into his bedroom, shutting the door with a kick. You were still tense when he brought you to the bathroom.
"I decided you should clean yourself up for running away like that," he commanded. You nodded, still so shy. There was a bath drawn for you, and he watched you like a hawk. After a moment had passed, you began to undress yourself. There was a subtle grin on his lips, especially when he saw your combined juices run down your thighs.
You caught his gaze. "Look at the mess we made," he purred. You blushed deeply before getting into the tub, beginning to wash yourself for him. His eyes stayed on you, gesturing for you to wash yourself. You obeyed, taking a sponge and the soap that smelled best to you. You didn't look at him, but still put on a little show for him.
When you where finished and got out of the tub, he took a towel and dried you from head to toe. Gasping when he dried your breast and senstive pussy. He looked into your eyes and grinned more. "Still sensitive? You're tempting me with those little reactions." He said, he grabbed your face and kissed you passionatly:"Do you think you can take a little more, sweetling?" You nodded and he was delighted.
In a matter of minutes he had you tied to his chair, the one he sat in when he did some work at his desk. You were still sore, still exhausted, but you craved more. He seemed to have recobered from fucking you so well earlier, now standing before you with a brush. You look up at him, watching him.
"This will be delectable." He said softly. He began guiding the brush over your nipples. You gasped, the featherlight feeling stimulating you. He trailed down, to your clit and did the same. You moaned, it felt good. Too light but good. He did it again and again and again. Your hips tried to move but were held down by him. He tortured you with this, bringing you to the edge, stopping and doing it again. He leaned to you and whispered into your ear:"This is for letting me wait so long until you finally allowed me to fuck you..."
"What...?" You asked, your head dizzy. He stayed silent and kept going, suddenly he stopped, walking around the chair and getting something. He returned, it looked like a little egg. "You know what this is?" You shook your head. "Its a magic sex toy." He touched the little jewel at the end of it and held it to you clit. You screamed, it vibrated, it felt good, too good. You came immediatly as he chuckled. "So good for me, so obident..." he mumbled into your hair as he took the toy away and took your restraints off while you recovered from your orgasm.
"We will go to bed now," he said in a gentle manner you hadn't known until now. Now you really couldn't walk, as he intended. He carried you to his bed and slipped under the covers with you, his arms tightly wrapped around you as he commanded you to sleep.
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@thelightofmylife wouldn’t it be funny if I decided to reread your entire HSR writing list again (I in fact did)… lolol <3 I’m still thinking about your response to me btw. You’re very kind 💖💞💗 truly I can’t get enough of your writing and I suppose kind words
No pressure to do this request if you don’t want to, you can also take this ask as an invitation to chat too
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ahh! I was thinking ,,,, Sunday + Aventurine + Jing Yuan… and anyone else you would personally want to do …!! Giving them headpats because you love them soooo much!!! And receiving or asking for headpats in trade … <3 i think it’s a universal thing that headpats are <33 so good and lovely and good for showing love ;w;’ <3
Jing Yuan will gladly accept your head pats, he finds your beaming face adorable as you gently patted his head as though you were being extremely cautious with how you gave him head pats.
He recognises it as your primary display of love after awhile and would create a routine where he would just sit himself in front of you, claim that he was meditating, and closes his eyes and waits until he felt you begin to pat him on the head and mutter ‘soft floofy hair’ under your breath as he fights back the urge to smile.
You really do want his heart and he didn’t want to go back to a reality where he did not know the power of your comforting head pats.
Someone could’ve been looking for him about something serious and when they’ve enter the room, they are greeted to the sight of him him dozing off all the while getting treated to some well deserved head pats from you.
A bird popped out of his hair once during a headpat session and you were scared off of giving him head pats for a while in fear of having another tiny bird fly out from his hair. Jing Yuan was a sad man that day and would stop fucking pouting until Yanquing asked you to put him out of his misery and give Jing Yuan his head pats, he couldn’t train with a moody general who didn’t get his daily head pats.
Jing Yuan wasn’t afraid of giving out headpats of his own. He gave Yanquing a couple in the past but he used them sparingly. You however, you could have as many headpats as you’d like from him and Jing Yuan wouldn’t complain, especially not as he got the chance to watch you melt under his touch to the point you were practically cuddled into his side with a look of pure content written across your face.
So if he were to see that you weren’t having the best of days he’d immediately start giving you headpats in hopes of making you feel better. Jing Yuan’s logic was that seeing as how your headpats always helped make his day just that little bit brighter. Jing Yuan could only hope that he could pay it forward to you in a way that let you know that he would always have your back, always.
Aventurine leans into your hand as you give him head pats and closing his eyes as he enjoyed any amount of affection you decided to give him.
He needed this, he really did.
At first he was afraid of what the implication meant but now, he would practically sprawl himself across your lap and silently wait until you were done with what you were doing to give him some head pats, whining that you don’t pay enough attention to him.
He wasn’t use to such gentle, loving touch such as yours and now that he’s gotten a taste, he’s become addicted and would always find a way to get you to give him head pats no matter what. He would ask but Aventurine felt as though he was only worth them when he’s done something to earn such affection.
He viewed everything as a transaction and your headpats were no different.
Until you told him one day that he didn’t have to ever ask to receive love and affection, at least not with you and that you would gladly give him headpats just for waking up.
Aventurine cried that night in your arms as you gave him soft, comforting headpats.
Now aventurine demands headpats for practically everything but you didn’t mind as you were more than happy to spend hours on end if it meant spending time with your lover and reassuring him of your love for him. It heals apart of him that he didn’t know needed healing before, you heal him with your unwavering kindness and compassion and he didn’t know how the appropriate way to thank you, other then to give you some headpats himself.
Aventurine’s headpats were soft, gentle, Alamo as though he was scared he was going to hurt you but they were reassuring and encouraging at the same time that made you feel as though you could move mountains.
His headpats were like a silent ‘I love you’ for a singular reason.
He would pat your head three times and linger there for a couple of seconds then patting your head three more times before repeating this a couple more times, even going as far as to adding in a couple of kisses to your face in between. He loved hearing you laugh but he loved it when you shown signs of being comfortable, being safe with him as that was all he wants was to make you feel safe and happy with him because that’s how you made him feel on a daily basis.
Sunday finds your need to give him head pats amusing and will gladly let you do so to your hearts content if it brings you so much joy.
It doesn’t matter if he was busy because Sunday will always make room for you and you head pats no matter what, and will stress the importance to his staff that a specific time slot remains reserved for you and only you because your head pats were pure magic to the Halovian.
His wings would flutter softly and in time with your head pats that you couldn’t help but giggle at how cute the sight was as Sunday tries to get them to stop, but ultimately just accepts that his wings had a mind of their own when it came to you and how reciprocal they were to your touch.
He defiantly needs them after a hard days work and will most defiantly collapse on your lap, wings drooping like a pair of dog ears in tandem to express his exhaustion, and sigh as he felt you begin to softly pat his head.
‘You’ve done amazing today honey.’ You tell him.
‘Thank you my dearest but all I want to do now is relax with you if that’s quite alright with you.’ Sunday said tired and you couldn’t deny him when he was like this, and for the rest of the afternoon you spent cuddled up with Sunday and giving him head pats as his wings tried to match with the pace of your pats.
Sunday does reward you with headpats of your own but they may not come as frequently as you might like but you understood that he was a busy man, when you do get your headpats its mainly when you were on the brink of falling asleep, so often times it felt like a dream. Sunday wishes he could give you as many headpats as you’d like but giving you them while you were half asleep was for the best.
Bonus: when he’s cuddling you from behind, his wings will try and give you headpats but end up hitting the sides of your face, so somethings you’d wake up to a pair of soft grey wings softly smacking you first thing in the morning.
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/busts down your door WHAT ALL HAVE I MISSED IN BNHA?????? I just saw your comic and I’m so confused
okay so bakugou got got right we all know that, shigaraki fucked up his arm, bakugou said “oh I know what I gotta do” and did a good attack on shiggy but his heart exploded </3 and he died but edgshot said “nuh uh” and used his body to stitch it back up and then deku was late to the party and didnt even have time to be bummed out about bakugou’s corpse cause he has to fight shigaraki and then somewhere else afo does stuff blah blah blah and snatches hawks quirk (rip) and then takes off to join shigafo in that fight but all might says “not on my watch” and intercepts him and they duke it out and all this time afo is getting younger cause he used something made from eris quirk so he could keep duking it out with endeavour and that gang so he’s like a teen fighting poor old man all might who used all his savings to by himself a mech suit but it’s not going so hot for him and stain shows up to take on afo with all might but afo still wins and is about to finish off all might when bakugou starts up his own heart with his explosive sweat and makes really fruity eye contact with deku and with the power of friendship deku pauses his fight with shigafo to launch bakugou towards afo and bakugou saved all might and goes “dawg who’s this kid I’m about to beat the shit out of” and all might says “that’s afo” and bakugou goes to beat the shit out of toddler afo and succeeds because afo finally benjamin buttons out of existence but the whole balugou’s arm looks like seconds away from falling off, then after a long day of fighting bakugou takes a well deserved nap and we go back to deku v shigafo and it’s not going well for deku he’s trying to break through to tenko but he’s not getting anywear and then shigaraki steals danger sense and it gets even worse but second user goes “wait ! What if we attack him with psychic damage, give shigaraki ofa and we’ll beat the shit out of his mind so you can do your thing” amd deku is very sad but agrees and then after he goes punches all of the ofa vestiges into shigaraki they end up in his mind palace and little deku holds little tenko hand even though it’s disintegrating his own and this is where we think “wow he truly won with the power of friendship” but no !! He did not ! The afo vestige that loves in shigaraki’s mind comes out and evil laughs and says “you idiot I’ve been behind all the awful missrable things that happened your whole life ! I convinced your dad to have you, I took your og quirk away and gave you half of an ability that should have let you destroy and recreate but only gave you the destructive part because I am evil and you are too because I made you that way” and shigaraki goes :0 ?!1?;& and dissolves because afo cast vicious mockery and got a nat20 dealing double damage. We then exit shigaraki’s mind and deku has no arms !! But behind him avengers endgame style, heroes amass and aizawa steps out of the portal and goes “damn sorry midoriya if only I’d come like a minute earlier now you’re armless </3” but ! He tosses deku eri’s horn because eri havked it off herself to give to deku to save him and deku’s arms start growing back :D at the same time, afo has fully taken over shigaraki’s body and i like “haha tomura is no more it’s just me now” but he’s super bummed out because his vestige brother is gone as well and he’s like “damn what even is the reason for doing anything anymore :// I guess I’ll still kick ur ass or whatever but I’m kinda apathetic about taking over the world now” but while deku gave away ofa he still has some of the embers and with the power of froendship once more, he dodges afo’s attacks and punches him super duper hard, and we see shigaraki again :D and yoichi :00 and yoichi says sone shit to afo and shigaraki turns to deku like “this was truly our hero academia :) tell spinner I love him” and deku says “sure dawg” and they fist bump and stuff
tldr: deku gave up ofa to save shigaraki and bakugou’s arm is super super messed up which is very fun
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Me Espresso.ᐟ
Ellie thinks coffee tastes disgusting, but you taste delicious.
Do u guys get my fire references in here, hope you babes enjoy 🍽️
Band!Ellie Bsf!ellie college!au
Hot summer nights while having your knees digging your weight into the carpet floor of your best friends small dorm room was starting to become weekly routine. Making band tees with cheap markers for her band that had its fair amount of supporters, somehow they’d sell out every time they performed. It was probably because there’d only be like 20 shirts that actually looked good enough to put out for sale.
Sitting next to you was Ellie with half of a bun she struggled to keep it together had some strands fall out and onto the back of her neck. You could smell the perfume on her, you convinced her to buy it that one time she’d agreed to come shopping with you. Wanting to be helpful you had to show her the right way to wear it, by spraying it on your wrist to then rubbing it into her collarbone, just to be helpful of course.
Holding up a finished shirt Ellie grins into the cocky face you’ve gotten to love the look of,
“Oh they’re gonna love this,”
“what your 300 Spotify listeners?”
“Ouch,” Ellie looks at you playing heartbroken to then throw the shirt right at your face. It was always banter like this, with the very few times the lines almost blurred to get somewhere further. Staying away gets harder when being with her was so natural.
“Just for that I’m so not coming to your concert tomorrow.”
“Hey hey hey I need my number one fan there, plus we’re getting ice cream after.”
You’d become a groupie to her, always front lining to every concert she was able to catch a venue in, which were basically all bars. When she’d look below to you under the neon lights playing guitar it felt like such a special moment only between you and Ellie. No crowd no other band mates, as if you knew what she was thinking of and that she wanted you too. Some of your plans started to circle around her now that she was being a bit more discovered.
”You aren’t going to talk to your fan girls?”
“Nah, I’d rather spend my time with you. You know?” Staring at each other awkwardly stopped being so awkward when they’d happen so much, it’s was perfectly normal.
And with opportunity you got to be with Ellie you already knew you’d take it. As little as you knew she was wrapped around with whatever you had been involved in too, stuck and feeding off your sweetness like a bee.
June.21.24
Just like every concert you shared your special moment, no one else can say they had Ellie’s direct attention during multiple songs. This time it was more of an outside stage with sand below you. Yellow hued string lights draped above the stage and more along the audience area. The heat was really getting to Ellie, making her glow from sweat. The black T-shirt she picked out only made her condition worse. The face framing bangs she cut herself were sticking to the side of her face.
She wasn’t even singing, but being under your watch scorched her hotter. To save herself from embarrassment she mainly looked down to her guitar playing notes, but she made a mistake looking at you when a lyric of a song she made with you in thought came up.
Tell me you never wanna lose me
Cuz I know when you call you call for me
She might’ve been a little out of it when helping writing the song, but it became too late when Dina saw the scrunched up paper and kept insisting on making it an official song for a newer album.
To you it was just another lyric that was written by anyone but Ellie. If only you knew how much she relates to your desperation to be with you in every way and any position she could. Whether your batting of eyelashes at her was intentional or not her finger slipped making an unplanned squeak slip through.
‘Fuck this is so bad she probably thinks I’m shit at playing now’
Lucky for Ellie it was the final song anyways and she could get far away from the crowd and you. Other people clapped upon their leave and when they finished their set list you knew exactly where to meet her.
”You ever going to do more than eye her when we’re up there?” Dina was putting away the instruments back to take home with help from Jessie.
“What are you even saying I don’t do that,” Ellie scoffs then sits down on a blue deflated bean bag that who knows how long it’s been in this back room.
“Oh you know what I’m talking about, your friend zone is taking longer than your time with Cat.” She crossed her arms waiting for another excuse to why she hasn’t done anything after a continued semi dating friendship since freshman year.
“She’s nothing like Cat that’s why, if I lose feelings for her after getting rejected that’s one thing but losing her completely because I fucked it up is different.” Her constant fear of never getting to be near you again because of some feelings she couldn’t stop screwed her over with overthinking everything.
In her journal it was the same thing, “She liked my shirt today, I don’t want to look weird and over wear it now, but not under wear it now. Unless she’d like to see it more often or maybe she likes my style in general she’d like me in anything?? Fucking hate this gay stuff and whys it so hard.”
One of the two large metal doors swings open with you appearing, with the smile you wore she had engraved into her mind with a hot rod of metal after sketching you a few more times she’d probably ever admit. Ellie got up and cut the short distance and accepted you into her arms trying to not look like a desperate looser that flushes over a simple hug. Her ears clammy hands didn’t make her look exactly so hot and relaxed though.
“You did amazing El’s,”
“You think so?” She lit up into a smile under your praise, no matter how many times you give it to her mind melts.
“Except for the part where she messed up on the bridge.” Ellie shot a quick mean look at Jessie, but he just turned a cold shoulder before turning away.
“At least I didn’t bump into Dina’s drums 10 times,”
While Ellie kept bickering back and forth with Jessie she still held onto you, this felt like an opening to try at doing something.
A kiss on the check seemed harmless and innocent enough to take back in the case Ellie thought it was totally disgusting. Raising your head up towards her cheek nearing the corners of her smile, pressing your lips to a pout Ellie brought her face back in your direction landing the small peck on her lips. Ellie locked in place while you pulled away, not that you wanted to, but felt too embarrassed to start a kiss you didn’t know how to finish.
“El’s ‘m so sorry, you just moved out of nowhere and-“
“No, yeah mistakes happen, it’s chill or whatever,”
Her shit faced expression wasn’t helping the full pink flush saturating deeper on her face. Ellie lowered her head to wipe the bottom of her nose trying to forget the way your lips felt, your lipgloss was still sweet on her and so was the taste of it on her tongue wiping her lips clean.
Now it was your turn to feel scared and conflicted. It was too silent in the room even with the chatter of everyone else doing their own things outside. Taking back the small kiss wasn’t so easy now that it was done and got taken up a notch further.
She dropped her arms from both of your sides, looking away from you because looking at you right now felt like looking directly into the sun.
“Ellie you should start up the car we’re done here,” Jessie throws the keys at her giving her a slight knowing look to let her go and collect herself back together.
She didn’t even say anything, walked away without a goodbye or convincing enough reassurance that would calm your nerves.
“I’m gonna go home too, see you guys.” You were left with only your actions to think about. Ellie’s response to an accidental kiss made her ran away in the other away how could’ve you imagined it going any of other way? Feeling guilt and shame were the only emotions you could feel, rethinking the crush you’ve denied yourself from paying attention to and that it should’ve stayed that way.
Instead of paying attention to the kiss Ellie let her actions drive themself, not wanting to think at all. Until she hit herself with the car door, why did I act so grossed out? Making different scenarios of how it could’ve played out a million times better she thrust the keys into the ignition.
She dug out her cracked old red iPhone from her butt pocket and threw it into the passenger side. It hit something else than the leather seat, one of the lipglosses you always carry around abandoned alone. Ellie reached for it and saw the shade label, Glassy Expresso.
It sounded like the taste in her mouth from earlier, a taste you stole from her too soon. Unscrewing the lid she contemplated just trying it on. My lips are dry anyways, she swiped the applicator across her lips twice to get an even coat and rubbed it in with her lips. Some of it slipped onto her tongue, again. If only the taste of you could come along with the gloss.
Lmk if you guys want a pt.2♡🍒
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eleven — one, two, three
mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader
⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to.
when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.
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word count. 2.1k
content. profanity, lots of feelings
You loll your head to the side and tap your pen on the sheet in front of you. “I’m bored,” you whine. “This is worse than doing the dishes.”
“Doing the dishes isn’t so bad,” Maki says from her place to your left.
Nobara, on your right, lifts her head from the table and grins at your friend. “Maybe you’re just boring.”
Maki reaches behind you to flick the back of Nobara’s head before she turns to you. “We only have an hour left,” she tells you. “We can do whatever we want after.”
You groan. “Fine.”
“I know what we should do!” Nobara says, suddenly perking up. “Let’s play ‘One, Two, Three, He’s Yours.’”
You sit up, all eager now as you nod at her. “Who goes first?”
“Nobara,” Maki answers. When the girl in question glares at her, she just shrugs. “You suggested it.”
“Just because—”
You hush her, placing a hand over her lips. “There’s someone coming,” you say. The three of you watch with bated breath as the figure from across the hall walks in front of your table. Mai. She waves at you as she passes, seemingly in a rush.
“Ew, no,” Nobara says. “I’m not marrying a Maki look-alike.”
She receives another flick to the back of her head. “I wouldn’t want you as a sister-in-law either.”
You hear footsteps approaching and all three of you turn to see who it is. Kinji.
“Maybe not.”
You look at her. “Are you sure?” you ask. “You’ve turned down two perfectly good prospects.”
She scrunches her nose. “I’ll take my chances.”
“Okay,” Maki says, leaning back with an amused smile. “Third one’s the charm then.”
Yuji.
You and Maki burst into laughter, leaving the boy to look at you with a confused smile as he passes by.
Nobara gags. “Can I go back to Mai?”
“Nope,” you tell her, snickering. “Guess you’re marrying Yuji now.”
“Whatever,” she says, slumping back onto the table. “Your turn.”
Maki nods, watching as the next person passes by. “And, one—”
Professor Yaga.
“Nope.”
Nobara laughs. “But—”
“Nope.”
“Okay,” Maki says. She turns to the end of the hallway, waiting for someone to appear. The next person approaches. “Two—”
Kento.
You grimace. “No,” you say. “Never.”
He walks up to the three of you with a frown. “What are you doing?” he asks. “You have to focus on the sign-ups, you know.”
You roll your eyes at him. “We know,” you say. “Now, leave us alone.”
He gives the table a once-over, checks the list in front of you, lets his frown deepen, then sighs. He’s probably contemplating telling you how to do a better job, but ultimately decides against it. It’s never worth the trouble of talking to the three of you.
“Okay,” he says and he walks away.
Maki chortles as the three of you watch him leave. “You should really marry him,” she tells you. “You’d have such cute babies.”
You bump her shoulder with yours and keep your eyes peeled for someone else to walk by. “Shhh!” you say. “My future spouse is coming next.”
You all eagerly wait for the next person to show up when—
“Boo!”
Two hands land on your shoulders as you yelp. “Holy shit!” you exclaim, whipping your head around to find Sukuna standing behind you with a huge grin on his face. You swat his hands away. “I fucking hate you.”
He laughs and pulls up a chair beside Maki. “Why do you all look so serious?”
“We’re playing ‘One, Two, Three, He’s Yours,’” Nobara answers.
“What the fuck is that?”
“You have to marry whoever walks by first,” Maki explains. “You can decide to pass, but then you’ll be stuck with the second person who walks by. If you pass on them—”
“Then you have to marry the third guy. Yeah, okay, I get it,” Sukuna says. “Who’s turn is it?”
You raise your hand. “Mine.”
“She’s passed on two perfectly good candidates,” Maki tells him.
“Kento is not a perfectly good candidate.”
“I thought Yaga was pretty good for you,” Nobara says.
“Yaga?” Sukuna laughs. “So, you have to marry whoever walks by next?”
“Yup,” you say. “Now, be quiet. We need to focus.”
As you all turn your attention back to the hallway, you catch the next person coming up to your table. You freeze.
Satoru.
He stops and turns around when a voice calls his name. Kimi comes running after him with a huge grin on her face. She squeals over something and Satoru erupts into a smile, picking her up and twirling her around before he presses a kiss to her lips. The two of them walk hand in hand, until they finally see you.
You offer a strained smile as they slow in front of your table. “Hi, guys.”
Kimi smiles back. “Hi,” she says. You can tell she’s trying not to make this as awkward as it should be. You have to admit that you’re a little grateful. “What are you guys doing?”
Satoru has his eyes on you, his smile slipping from his lips. His grip on Kimi’s hand loosens as he looks at you, your friends, then him. When he sees Sukuna at the end of the table, he does his best not to look like he’s about to jump the man. It doesn’t work very well.
You don’t see it, but Sukuna shrinks back a little at the other boy’s gaze. He glances at you with a hint of guilt then down at his feet.
“We’re opening up the pre-law society’s annual trip to the rest of the student population,” Maki tells Kimi. Her tone is polite, albeit stilted. “We’re renting out a whole lodge, so we thought that we might as well let others join in on the fun.”
“That sounds cool,” Kimi says. She turns to her boyfriend. “Right, ‘Toru?”
Your heart clenches at the nickname. The one you’ll never use again.
“Are you going?”
You furrow your brows at Satoru’s question. You’re about to answer him when you realize that he isn’t asking you, he’s asking Sukuna.
Your best friend looks up to find Satoru still glaring at him. Like it’s some kind of challenge.
“Yeah,” Sukuna says, cold now. “It’s my girlfriend’s trip.”
The tension is thick as the two boys stare each other down. You look between them, a little confused. You never expected either of them to like each other, but there’s something about the way they’re looking at each other now that tells you there’s something else going on here. An animosity you can’t quite place. Something you don’t know about.
You let out an uneasy laugh. “Well, it’s not really my trip—”
“Your girlfriend?” Satoru says, still intent on trying to knock Sukuna down for whatever reason. “That’s funny because—”
“We should get going!” Kimi says suddenly, grabbing Satoru’s arm. He turns to her, about to say some kind of protest, when she tells him firmly, “We have to get to class.”
Satoru pauses, then nods hesitantly. “Right,” he murmurs.
Kimi turns back to you, trying to keep her cheery facade. “Well, have fun—”
“We’re going too,” Satoru says. He looks at you, ignoring the concerned expression on his girlfriend’s face. “Sign us up.”
Nobara clears her throat and takes the sheet in front of you. “Okay,” she says slowly, sliding the piece of paper towards Satoru. She’s just as confused as the rest of you are about this whole thing, but she figures that the sooner Satoru and Kimi leave, the better. “Just put your info here.”
Satoru hastily writes on the sheet before grabbing Kimi’s hand. He nods at you. “See you around.”
And just like that, they leave.
You all let out the collective breath you were holding as they turn the corner at the end of the hall.
“What the fuck was that about?” you say, masking your apprehension with a laugh.
“I don’t know, but that was weird,” Nobara says, pulling the sign-up sheet towards her. “At least we got more people. Kento’s gonna be happy.”
You hum. There’s an awful lot of silence coming from Sukuna, so you lean in front of Maki to get a good look at him. “Do you know what that was?”
He’s caught in some kind of daze. His eyes are unfocused and his hands are clenched on his lap. It’s not like him at all to be this out of it, this disturbed by a single encounter with someone. You can already tell that something’s wrong.
“‘Kuna?”
He snaps out of it and turns to you. “What?”
You frown. “What was going on with you and Satoru?”
“Nothing,” he says all too quickly. “I don’t know what his problem is.”
“Right.”
You share a look with your friends, as if to ask them, Something’s up, right?
Maki answers by saying, “You know, Nobara and I can take it from here.”
“What?” you say. “We have an hour left.”
“It’s fine,” Nobara tells you, catching onto what Maki’s trying to do. “You guys should go. We can finish this up.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” she says. “Go, go, both of you. Before we change our mind.”
You thank them and place a kiss on each of their heads before you grab your bag and get up. You walk over to Sukuna and pat his shoulder. “You coming?”
He still looks distracted, but he nods. “Yeah, okay.”
The two of you walk down the hallway and out of the building in a strangled silence. You’ve been friends for long enough for silences to be normal. You can handle just being in each other’s company without feeling the need to fill the air with useless conversation. But you can tell that this silence isn’t like the other silences. There’s something oppressive about it. Something heavy.
“Did you have fun at the party last night?” you ask, trying to draw Sukuna out of his thoughts.
You see him swallow before he looks at you. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing,” you tell him. “I just wanted to know if you had fun. I tried calling you last night, but you didn’t pick up.”
“I left early,” he says. “Fell asleep as soon as I got home. Sorry I missed your call.”
You shake your head. “Oh, I don’t… That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t calling about anything important anyway.”
This conversation feels so hard to get through. You hate it. You’ve never felt this way talking to him.
You stop walking and it takes him a second, but he eventually stops and looks back at you. “You okay?” he asks.
“Sukuna, what’s wrong?”
He takes in the worried look on your face and the shame hits him harder than it did last night. There you are, his best friend, looking at him with so much concern. You have no idea what he did. You have no idea what Satoru saw.
“Nothing,” he says quietly.
You cross your arms over your chest. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Lying,” you tell him. Your voice cracks a little as you say the word. It’s a loaded one, Sukuna of all people knows this. “You don’t do this. You don’t lie to me. You can’t.”
And he doesn’t know why, but he feels his heart fracture at just how broken you sound. How confused. How angry. How afraid.
You’re right. He can’t do this to you.
He runs a hand through his hair and stares at the ground. “Last night…”
You watch as he struggles with his words. You step closer and grab his arms, trying to reassure him. To remind him that it’s just you. He doesn’t need to hide anything from you. “Yeah?”
His eyes meet yours. You’re so close to him now, he can feel your breath on his skin. He can trace the patterns in your eyes, can see the curve of your nose, the corners of your lips.
He can’t do this to you.
“‘Kuna,” you whisper. “What happened—”
He leans in and kisses you. It surprises him, the urge to do it, but also the way your lips feel on his. The way they seem to fit perfectly. The way they kiss back.
Your hands travel up his arms to rest on his shoulders as he places a hand on the small of your back. There’s a nervousness to the way you hold each other, a tentative terror to the way you move against one another. It’s like you’re both wondering, What am I doing?
When you finally pull away, you look at each other, both breathless and absolutely shitting yourselves. You share a look, as if to ask, Did we just do that?
You slide your hands from his shoulders to his chest. “‘Kuna—”
“I’m sorry,” he says, letting you go and stepping back. “I—fuck—I’m sorry.”
“Wait, Sukuna—”
But he’s already walking away. You watch his retreating figure, hands in his pockets and head hung low, until he’s out of sight.
You raise a finger to your lips, the ghost of the kiss still lingering on your skin.
What?
notes. is this a win for sukuna girlies? who knows 🤷♀️ but now we have the ski trip to look forward to too hihihihi ^-^ also if you know one two three he’s yours, you are a real one and i may just fall in love with you. excited to share the next chapter with you all <3
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Aziraphale Made the Right Decision
I've talked about this before, but I'm doing it again because this is my blog and I do what I want.
Now, I pretty much can't stand anything about my country's government. Different leaders get different levels of vitriol from me, but overall it almost doesn't matter bc the overall system is so corrupt and slanted in favor of rich white people at the expense of everyone else. So yeah, if I could comfortably go off to live in the woods with my husband and my cat and never deal with anything ever again, that would be living the dream.
BUT.
Let's say a White House spokesperson shows up on my doorstep and offers me a job. I'm like, dude I do NOT want to work in DC. He offers a similar position to my husband, we could work together, really shake things up. I tell my husband, and he doesn't take it well. Tells me good luck and walks out. Ouch.
I'm wavering now, not sure what to do. I ask the White House guy what this job will entail.
They say, "Oh, we're starting World War 3. Nuclear Armageddon, all life on earth will most likely be extinguished, you know the drill. Ready to go?"
You're going to tell me that I can, in good conscience, say, "Actually I think I'll stay with my husband and watch the world burn. Thanks but no thanks."
Do I think they're actually going to let me have complete control of the situation? Of course not. Am I morally obligated to at least try because for fucks sake it's WORLD WAR 3???
Yeah, I'd say so.
This is setting aside all speculation about threats to Crowley, subtle control, anything we didn't see. And for the record, I think there's a LOT going on in that scene that we didn't see. But even if what we saw was all there was, Aziraphale made the right call.
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#good omens 2#aziraphale my beloved#good omens meta#the second coming#aziraphale defense squad
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Take your clothes off
Summary : It’s your first time attending the Monaco Grand Prix and it’s even more special when your boyfriend happens to win it. But the photos that come afterward…well, they really get you all hot and bothered Rating : 18+ Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader Word Count : 1489 words Trigger Warnings : Nothing explicitly BUT language, graphic descriptions, discussion or male anatomy, warning of NSFW Images : curated from Pintrest
The adrenaline rush was still coursing through your body. Watching the race from the inside of the garage was one thing but standing glaring up at the podium as your man lifted the trophy over his head as he won his “home” race sent your pulse racing and imagination go wild. There was something about seeing him up there covered in sprayed champagne that made an ache pulsate between your thighs. Max had won Monaco before. Twice, in fact. But this was his third and it was the first one you had been there for. Before you even met Max you knew Monaco was the unofficial home of the sport and the most glamorous date in the calendar but now, as Max’s girlfriend, it was even better than you could have imagined - and seeing him so celebrated and adored made you feel all hot for him.
Max had a post race press conference after the podium celebrations and you were actually quite thankful as it gave you the chance to calm down a little. You had kissed him when he came rushing toward you at the barriers but if the worlds media (and team members and fans) hadn’t been there watching, you would have definitely copped a feel. He was just so damn fucking hot all sweaty and messy after a race. As you made it back to Max’s drivers room (to wait for him to finish and come back to change) you had a little look at the couple of snaps you had taken of the trophy ceremony. Your heart swelled at the photos and you couldn’t wipe the smile that was plastered all over your face. If anyone had walked in and seen you they would have been able to see how utterly besotted you were with the Monaco champion.
Out of pure curiosity you couldn’t stop yourself from checking out the Instagram’s one or two of the photographers that had introduced themselves to you over the course of the weekend. You weren’t interested in seeing yourself - because really, who would - but you wanted to see more photos of Max and how happy he was. You found one of the men that had followed you and Max into the paddock yesterday and that day and saw he had already posted several photos from the beginning of the day straight through to the podium. It wasn’t only of Max or the Red Bull team (you either) but of most of the other drivers and other team members. It was actually a good way of familiarising yourself with the people in the paddock that you had yet to meet and be introduced too - but you saved that thought for another time. You clicked on a photo of Max as he got out of the car and climbed up on top of it, triumphant. Then another of him embracing the team, Horner and Marco before clicking on another one which showed him embracing you. His happy eyes evident through the raised visor were nothing compared to your overjoyed, jubilant face. Your grin so large it could have rivalled Daniel Ricciardo’s in that moment. The next set of images showed Max removing his helmet and gloves. His helmet hair was extraordinary and it reminded you immediately of how it looked after sex (how sweaty he was too was also a firm reminder which made you bite down on your bottom lip from sinful thoughts). God, you were so monumentally lucky. The next set of images were of Max having pulled down his race suit due to the heat. The fireproof top he wore underneath his race suit clung to him in ways that made air catch in your throat. But as you swiped left once, then once more you swallowed. Fuck! You’d been hot and bothered all weekend by him but now, after seeing such a heavenly reminder of your boyfriend’s naked form - he was pulling at the same fireproof top and exposed his sculpted (yet soft) stomach most unknowingly to the camera - you felt a deep, outrageous lust befall upon your entire body.
The heat that arose within you was utterly ridiculous considering the location. But as your thumbs pulled apart (expanding the photo) you wished Max would walk through the door that very instant. Your eyes scanned the image. His skin had a lovely healthy glow and was as smooth as a newborn baby’s. His slightly odd outie belly button was out unashamedly - even if you playfully, jokingly mocked him for it being so weirdly cute - and the hint of his fireproof leggings peeked out temptingly from the lowered waist of the race suit. But none of that really caught your attention as much and one thing in particular.
The freckle.
There it was, just a few inches below his belly button, out on display. It was so small that most normal people never even noticed it. But you, well, you did. You had stared at it enough times after all - granted most of them you were on your knees and had your mouth too full to comment on it - and you loved it. Who knew that a complete innocent if not slightly suggestively placed freckle could get someone hot under the collar. But then it wasn’t really the freckle itself it was what it lead too.
You pressed your thighs together and glanced at the time, hoping Max would walk through the door right in that instant so he could help relieve some of the building pressure between your thighs that was now getting increasingly uncomfortable. You zoomed into the freckle again and closed your eyes imagining the fireproofs were gone and he was standing before you - naked.
Max’s body was strong and yet there was a gentle softness to it. He had such strength and muscle he could easily pick you up with one arm (and throw you around in the bedroom) but he wasn't intimidating like some of the ripped abs and bulging muscles types. You adored his body. You loved every inch of it. His soft skin, enormous thighs, his broad chest, his round hips. All of it. Each part made him him. But, there was a part of him that you loved most of all of his physical attributes - other than his dreamy eyes and pouty full lips - and of course it was the part that made your eyes roll back in sheer, unadulterated ecstasy.
That’s why the freckle on his lower stomach was so important and why it made you all hot and bothered as you waited for him. The freckle was the pathway down under the waistband of his boxers. A “happy trail” of sorts. It was a little marker of pleasure yet to come. Images of the pair of your flickered quickly in front of your mind like flashes from a movie. Him in your mouth. Your legs open wide with him between them. His hips slamming against yours and the view as you looked down to watch him sliding in and out of you as you whimpered for more.
You were so completely lost in your smutty little thoughts you didn’t hear the door open. It wasn’t until you could hear Max saying your name that you realised your eyes were closed and you were deep into your treasure trove of memories.
“What were you doing?” He asked suspiciously. “Has it all been too much for you?” He playfully jested “Needing a nap?” You stared up at him and wondered if you were truly giving off tired vibes. But you were actually rather thankful he wasn’t telepathic and knew the down right dirty fantasies that were racing through your mind faster than the way he had just raced that car round the streets of your new hometown. But then as quickly as you thought you were grateful he wasn’t telepathic you reassessed and wished that he was. He unzipped his Red Bull jacket and pulled it off, there was the white fireproof. You decided against your better judgment.
“I was thinking about you…” you lulled suggestively, hoping he would pick up on your tone.
“Oh really?” He smirked and watched as he kicked off his boots without skipping a beat. Of course he had registered your intonation. He knew you better than you knew yourself. You wanted desperately to play the game and be seductive with him. You wanted to bewitch and lure him in but what was the point in wasting time? You needed him - you had needed him since it lap 17 - and by now were hopelessly in need of him to know what his win had done to you. Game playing was fun but you knew there was no way the pair of you could possibly have time for that. So you made a quick decision and the four words were slipping from your lips before you had a chance to stop them;
“Take your clothes off.”
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Eh, fuck it, here's my first actual shit written
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Gimme a reader who is normally taciturn snapping and becoming spitfire.
Imagine you and 141 out for drinks at a dive bar, drinking enough liquor to drown your memories of harrowing situations away. Price and Ghost just chilling in the corner of the bar, drinking while keeping their eyes on the surroundings; Price keeping an eye on Johnny and Kyle who are becoming rowdy by the billiards table, and Simon is just quietly nursing a drink while watching everything else. You're a few stools away, wanting to drink alone, until some younger slob sits next to you, ignoring the irritated glance you threw his way and the prickly atmosphere you exude. Tries the usual schtick of getting you to go with him, promising good times and such. The 141 men immediately notice and are casually on standby to help, until you finally snap at the fucker who is trying to give you his number and address.
"If you're gonna give me an address, I'd rather take your dad's so that way I can go fuck him and give him a son who he will actually love, enough to teach little boys like you what the fuck manners are. And if you have a mom, I'll fuck her too", you say bluntly but loudly.
If you were paying attention on anything else but the guy, you'd hear Johnny and Kyle immediately cackling in surprised delight. Price, on the other hand, actually snorts his drink and sputter, spitting some of it out. Simon's face is of course hidden, hiding his grin but his eyes crease to show it, eyebrows raised to high heavens.
"If you're looking to just get your dick wet, I suggest you go cry on it, or fuck off and bother someone else", you continue, not allowing the guy to talk. "I'm not in the mood to babysit you asshole, so get off my face before I make you eat this bar", you growl out.
The poor fool is turning red, mouth opening and closing to get a word in, but before he could, you hear Kyle speak up, now beside you with a shit-eating grin, putting his hand by your shoulder and facing the guy.
"Listen, mate, she's not interested. You better scramble off before she grabs your balls and rips it off", he says, joy evident in his voice.
"Aye, Ah've see 'er do it, honest ta' God", Johnny follows up, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, still somewhat cackling.
The appearance of the two big, burly men to your side seems to finally scare the guy off, profusely apologizing to them before running off. You get irritated, as it seems the boy really didn't respect you and only backed off because of the presence of other men.
"The both of you, fuck off too. I can handle myself", you tell them testily.
Kyle lets go of your shoulder, backing away while shaking his head with his hands up. "You handled it perfectly, but was just a bit worried he'd keep harrassing you regardless".
"Tha' was hot, bonnie. Never thought ya got the fire in ya'", Johnny quips. "Ah know ya ken handle yourself, so we'll leave ya to it", he adds, dragging Kyle with him back to the billiards table, both laughing.
You threw the both of them a withering look, and notice Simon helping John by giving him more napkins, John wiping his beard while coughing slightly. Both of them look at you and nod, traces of laughter and surprise on their face as you glower back at them before going back to your drink.
All four of them are very surprised at your outburst, knowing how you normally ignore passes like that to you. You don't know it yet, but you've now incited Johnny and Kyle into riling you up. John and Simon chuckle to themselves, enjoying your display of temper. All four are wondering how it is like to be with you, anticipating when they will get to see more of you out of your shell. If this is just one shard that came out, they can't wait to see more.
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I feel kinda embarrassed because I've actually never written a fic or drabble before
#poly 141 x reader#poly 141#tf 141 x reader#cod mw x reader#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#john price#simon ghost riley
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big reputation || 2
caitlin clark x actress! reader
masterlist - prev - next
warnings: none
caitlin_clark22
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caitlin_clark22 by the grace of whatever’s up there 🙏🙏🙏
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kate_martin03 caption’s tuff
→caitlin_clark22 enough.
user1 WAIT IS IT A NOD TO Y/N’S TWEET
→user2 its def not they don’t even know each other
→user3 NO Y/N LIKED THE POST
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Y/n smiled as she read through Caitlin’s comments. After the eye-opening conversation she had with Kate last night, Y/n had become more open to the idea.
She also thought the caption was cute.
Y/n groaned as her stomach grumbled. She placed her phone on her bed, stood up, cracked her spine, and walked into her kitchen.
Y/n decided to make something easy, then sit on her couch and binge-watch crappy reality tv. This was her first week off in months and she would spend it rotting in her living room like every normal 21-year-old.
Y/n couldn’t tell you the number of below-deck episodes she had binge-watched, but by the time she finished, the sun was down and the crickets were chirping. She begrudgingly stalked back to her bedroom, changing into her pajamas and throwing herself down on her bed.
She picked up her phone, only to drop it a second later in shock.
[yn_ln] Caitlin Clark 4h ago
sent you a message
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Caitlin, on the other hand, was freaking out. She had never even spoken to Y/n before, but Kate had convinced her to DM her.
Caitlin probably typed and retyped her DM 50 times before settling on a ‘hey !’
Caitlin groaned and shoved her phone down after finally hitting send. She couldn’t help but picking up her phone every ten seconds to see if Y/n had opened or responded to her DM.
After 10 minutes, Caitlin had eventually given up hope of a response and sighed, turning off her phone and putting her head in her hands.
Caitlin buisied herself by ordering doordash and sitting on her couch, rewatching film her coaches gave her to look over. She lost track of time and found herself mindlessly picking at her fingers, only coming to when she realized it was past midnight. ]
She groaned as she stood up from the couch, attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes. Caitlin walked into her bedroom as she sat on her bed. She picked up her phone and almost threw it when she saw her most recent notification.
[caitlin_clark22] Yn Ln 20m ago
sent you a message
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Caitlin
hey !
Y/n
hey yourself
sorry for leaving you on delivered
i was binge-watching below deck
Caitlin
which one?
Y/n
mediterranean, duh
Caitlin
good.
That's the best one
Yn liked this message
Y/n
so, i’m assuming kate told
you to dm me?
Caitlin
well, to be honest, i had kinda
been wanting to ever since i met
you on facetime with kate.
Y/n
brother that was 6 months ago 💀
Caitlin
LEAVE ME ALONE, OK
i'm just a girl
Y/n
SO REAL
whenever people tell me im doing
something wrong i get so annoyed
like im just a girl
that curb shouldn’t have been there 😠
Caitlin
LMFAOO
Anyways, yeah, kate finally
bullied me into texting my
celebrity crush who she just
happens to be best friends with
Y/n
🤨🤨
is that all i am to you??
a pretty face?
Caitlin
NO
NO I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT
I SWEAR
Y/n
LMFAOO im just fucking with you
anyways, going back to that…
celebrity crush, you say? 🤨😏
Caitlin
😶
moving on…
Y/n
no, no
i wanna know
Caitlin
umm…
basically i’ve just been really
obsessed with your show lately
and kate told me i should shoot my shot
but im now realizing maybe i should
save that for the court
Y/n LMFAOO
nah, kate was right
she showed you my tweet, right?
Caitlin
yeah, why?
Y/n
because i wasn’t kidding.
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━☞🍽️ Fifth Course: Watching his delish life in pictures comes with a sense of dread. Isn't it vexing that he's living the life while you're out there vomiting in pungent public restrooms? 🥢
🎧: Olivia Rodrigo - Good 4 U
wc: 543
genre & warnings: angst like yn is really mad lmao, nonidol!san, yn is drunk af, mentions of alcohol and drinking, cursing, lovers to exes, betrayal, mentions of vomit etc etc
a/n: this is a part of The Sour Restaurant series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.
"Y/N, you really should stop drinking excessively y-"
"Shut the fuck up!" you slurred, slumping on the wall of your bathroom and glaring at your ex whom your friends did the honor of calling to get you home safely.
San sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he's had enough of your childish antics. You two have already broken up a few months ago so really, you are not supposed to be his responsibility.
Still, he's not that merciless. He can't just allow you to go home by yourself where potential danger could get you killed. Unless your liver suddenly decides to give up on you.
His kindness does nothing but to further aggregate you, though.
No, not kindness. Consideration.
Yes, that's the right word.
It infuriates you to no end that even in the middle of the night, he comes running to the bar and picks you up to get you to your apartment in one piece.
But what you hated more is seeing him in a state of good life.
After all the shit he's put you through. You're here still suffering the repercussions of his actions while he's out there being happy and lovey-dovey with your former best friend.
Truly a vomit-inducing situation even without the help of alcohol.
Imagine, back then, if you would have known that they'd get together after he dumped you for no reason then you wouldn't have trusted them.
Fucking hell.
It did you no good to remember that shitty place that you promised not to visit ever again. But life ain't that easy, because if it is, then you'd be rich and happily married to the love of your life.
You were snapped out of your maddening stupor when his phone rang, not paying attention as he excused himself and chose to fixate your gaze on the crack of your bathroom floor.
Then again, sometimes, you hear bullshit when you don't need it the most.
He's talking to her. In your house. In a very loving voice. The same tone that he used to utilize whenever he speaks with you, now reserved for someone else.
"Yes baby, I'll be home in a while, okay? Okay. I'll see you later. I love you so much."
Disgusting, vile creatures that are incapable of feeling guilt. Oh, how you wish you could just strike them with thunder so they can finally go to hell, where they can burn together.
"Y/N I will h-"
"Get out here." you mumble lowly, standing up from your position and he frowns.
"What's your problem?" he asks, confused as to why you're acting sober and gloomy.
You laugh weakly, coming closer to him only to push him out of the bathroom, "My problem is none of your business. So, get the hell out of my apartment and do not ever, fucking ever show your face to me again."
You did not give him the chance to reply as you shut the door on his face, your whole body flopping on the cold tiles.
Soon enough, you heard the main door of your apartment close and you can't help but chuckle despite the tears streaming down your face.
It really is not difficult for him to leave you after all.
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What We Want - Chpt. 7 - Black N' White Knight
In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe
(Yandere!batboys x f!reader) 18+ MDNI!
SUMMARY
Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.
Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?
As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.
And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.
Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?
(TRIGGER WARNINGS AND MASTERLIST HERE)
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“I can’t believe that just happened,” Dick tells Tim, hand carting through his hair. The two of them are in the kitchen, at the breakfast bar. Tim sitting in front of his laptop with his legs crossed, and Dick tapping one foot agitatedly against the marble floor. While Tim might not be grinning ear to ear, it’s pretty obvious for anyone who knows him that he’s delighted by the tale Dick just regaled to him.
And what a tale it was. He hasn’t seen you in a year and a half, and then when he does, he finds you teary eyed staring at a picture of him shirtless at the gym. Bruce had always told him the way he played with the paparazzi would come to bite him in the ass one day, but he really can’t say he expected… that.
Obviously, it had to be a prank. That’s his first thought. That’s his only thought, really. What other explanation could there be? An accident? Maybe you’d forgotten what his room looked like. It wasn’t like he kept much personal stuff in his Wayne manor room, the only markers his clothes and the letters he kept in his drawer from his parents.
And you were wearing his clothes, of all things. He’d be surprised if you forgot how much of a Superman fanboy he was, seeing as he’d spent many hours ranting to you before the explosion. So, a prank. A show of good will, an olive branch maybe? It was more likely you were just fucking with his head, as you’d done in the past. Never like this, though.
This was just… bizarre.
“I can’t either,” and of course, Tim sounds near estatic saying that. The love of chaos ran true in that one.
Dick had managed to wrangle his life under control a few years back, and despite the universe seeming to try to unravel it at the seams, he was indisposed to let it simply happen. Even if you of all people had changed. No, Dick was getting older, and he was finding his taste for chaos a lot more… limited.
He didn’t want to suffer it’s affects. He was currently suffering it’s affects.
“I knew something was going on when she showed up to the party, but this…” Tim pauses, leaning back in his chair, “It’s gotta be a prank, right?”
It said a lot about their family that this was all the assumption they defaulted to.
“It could be something else. Did you even take her to the hospital after?” Dick offers instead, overthinking as always. This situation seemed to be made for overthinking, though.
Tim hums. “No, we did not.”
Then he turns his stare to Dick, like he’s expecting something from him.
“Seriously?”
“What? You’re the friendly one.”
Dick very much did his best to seem like the friendly one, at least. Tim was well aware it was a complete farce, though. Dick was nice but he could also be a bit… well… a bit of a dick. Another thing he’d been trying to overcome. He was doing better than when he’d been seven, at least.
Dick sighs, pressing his hand to his forehead, “I’d probably just end up accidentally nagging her, and then she’d never speak to me again.”
“That’s not my problem,” Tim shrugs, glancing back down at his laptop and squinting.
“It is, actually. Because if she stopped talking to me you’d probably be the next one till the girls and Duke came home who has to talk to her.”
“She could talk to Jay,” Tim offers, because he’s a shithead. Dick bets he did the same with Bruce, “And besides, I’m busy doing surveillance.”
“You mean stalking.”
“I do it to everybody, stop making such a big deal out of it.”
Dick sighs again.
“Hm, you might want to check your phone,” Tim says, in a way that suggests he has once again tapped the network. Keeping him out of Dick’s private life was like Sisyphus and his boulder. He still wasn't going to give up, and the time Tim and Steph mercilessly bullied him for getting dumped over text had made him all the more so.
‘Dont_try’: hey. can you come pick me up? thx
“Please, tell me you sent that and are just messing with me,” Dick begs, staring down at his phone in mild despair. Chaos. Always fucking chaos. Despite how hard he tried, he could not keep his family out of trouble. God damn it, when he’d gotten this job he’d been the one made for trouble. Where did he go wrong?
“Honestly, sounds like the sort of thing I’d do, but the girl just got bitch slapped so I really think you should respond fast.”
“What?!”
“She’s fine now, run to the bathrooms I think. You know for such an upstate place you’d think they had better camera positioning,” Tim mutters, complaining that he can’t watch every single little movement you make. Dick thinks he should probably worry about this, as it’s a clear sign of another decline for his sanity, but he’s now got this shit to deal with.
“Why, Tim? What is going on? Just tell me what’s going on.”
“Hm?” he’s engrossed by the computer, “Ah, the shitty boyfriend… some soup- ha, how is she such a clutz? Maybe we should get her head checked again- and… an altercation of some kind? I don’t know, I can’t see it properly.”
Dick leans forward in his stool, clasped hands covering his face for a moment.
“Are you going to reply? If you don’t soon, she’ll probably make it a bigger shitshow,” Tim says, nudging his foot against Dick’s. Dick, good big brother that he is, takes a deep breath and steadies himself. Even if this is really not what he wanted for his holiday, he’s dealt with much, much worse.
The press will have forgotten about this within the week. You, however, likely not. He’d promised to help you all those years ago, and even if he had no idea why you were reaching out to him, or if you would even be amicable when you met again, he’d still damn well do it.
He glances back down at his phone.
“What is going on?” Dick repeats to himself, and Tim’s head cocks to the side. There’s that familiar cat that got the cream grin spreading across his younger brother’s face, and it just really isn’t welcome right now.
“Intrigued yet?”
Unfortunately for both him, Tim and especially you, Dick already was.
He’s in his car in five minutes flat, finger tapping against the premium leather wheel. The sound of it is the only thing that manages to keep him sane.
Riding up to the place, Dick realises that no, maybe the press won’t be over this within the week. Considering the amount of paparazzi swarming the place, he doubted you’d be free for at least a few months. To be fair, the mysterious ex-wayne making such a scene was a bit of a big deal. Before you’d been basically invisible, despite your immense wealth and past.
Invisible? Dick thinks he spots at least twenty cameras. And that’s not even mentioning all the phones inside that would’ve gotten up close videos of whatever happened. Their legal team would handle it fine, that which Barbara or Tim couldn’t wipe from the face of the earth. And that was very little, all things considered.
Dick has to push past the calls of his name, ignoring all the intrusive questions volleyed his way like the pro he was. He still makes sure to listen carefully and store away every vital bit of information, as well as remember the logos on the film crew’s van. Eventually he makes his way to the front of the line, and the flustered front of house immediately recognises his face and sweeps him inside. Dick ducks in with a thankful smile, which he admits, falters when he enters the scene.
A scene which you are not in. Your gold digging boyfriend was, though. Of all the things Dick regrets with you, it’s not breaking the horrid relationship the two of you had apart. Or well, the fact that you totally, loudly hated his guts. He was a sensitive guy, y’know!
He sees your terribly boyfriend - George, Dick remembers - raging at some poor servers, and he knows he need to go sweep in and save the pour soul. It’ll be a hard fight, he can already tell.
Before he does so, he sends a quick text to his phone.
Underwear_guy: Where are you?
Don’t_try: I’ll be right out.
Shockingly, that was the truth. You come striding into the restaurant, and immediately all eyes are on you. It makes you stutter-step. Dick can see you visibly stiffen up, before you manage to gather your courage and keep walking. You don’t even pay him a single glance as you walk straight towards your fuming boyfriend.
You try to whisper, keeping your voice quiet and your conversation private. The boyfriend seems uninterested in the idea.
“What the fuck are you thinking?!” he cuts you off.
You glance around, and then say something else. It seems like you’re trying to defuse the situation, but George seems uninterested by the idea.
“This behaviour is ridiculous. You need to get it together, we’re in public!” he yells, like he isn’t the one causing a scene. He seems to be trying to intimidate you back into silence. But today and well, yesterday too, something is different about you.
Okay, that’s enough of that. Dick’s intervening.
“You cheated on me! You deserve it and everything that’s coming to you!”
Or, uh, maybe you’ve got it covered.
-
George’s shocked face is almost worse than when you literally bit him. Guess he expected you to be a bit more demure after that encounter. He should know better, the other version of you seemed to have been even more spiteful in nature.
Today again, you prove you are a less than stellar person. You’d stopped caring about George as soon as you’d discovered he’d cheated, but you were still angry. Not jealous, but furious. Bubbling up your throat, rage and bile and the urge to attack him once again, even if you just want to go home.
Your teeth grind. Your jaw ticks. And oddly, you realise you have a real taste for George Lancaster’s limbs.
Though your life had changed (literally) in the past few days, you were still the same girl from your first twenty-first. You wanted George Lancaster to suffer. Even more so, now that the evil cunt had hit you right in the face. The hit had stunned you, though. More emotionally than physically, but it had shocked you.
You couldn’t say you were a coward. You’d spent far too many days in your teenage years indulging in self-destructive behaviours to think that. But something about this pathetic man was scaring the shit out of you. You think that made you more pathetic, but you couldn’t quite tell. That’d be victim blaming, right?
You did have a habit of blaming yourself. It was just usually your fault.
…Maybe you shouldn’t have bit him, no matter how much the response was instinctual or his screech was satisfying. This was all too confusing, all too much. You needed to get back to your apartment, lock the doors and barricade them so nobody bothers you. And then maybe hibernate for a week. You needed some time to process all the stupid bullshit you were experiencing. The wayne manor was too much, your horrible white apartment was too much, George fucking Lancaster was too fucking god damn much.
You take a deep breath, and manage to stop yourself from bolting like a deer. Deal with the problem at hand. Deal with it now, deal with it!
“I’m leaving, and we are done. It’s that simple,” you tell George, trying to drill in a message that he seems unable to comprehend. At this point you’d assume he’d be trying to apologise, manipulate back into his good graces, but you think you might’ve completely broke him. Broke the script.
Good. That was damn well good.
“Can we talk about this somewhere else at least?” George replies, eyes flicking to Richard Grayson’s angry gaze. At least you think he’s angry. You can’t quite gather the courage to look directly at him.
Also, there’s the manipulation! You wish you weren’t right this time.
“Sure, but I’m bringing him, and my answer will absolutely not change. You hit me.”
“You bit me!”
Well, yeah, not your best moment. You don’t think you can regret it, though.
“Then I think this relationship is ending on equal terms,” you reply, trying your best to just get him to quit it. It is obviously not working by the way his expression darkens.
“I’ll tell the press everything,” George threatens, which, well, is sort of a shitty threat because I don’t even know what he’s threatening. ‘Everything’? Couldn’t he be a bit more specific?
You shrug. It is the wrong response, you know it is, but you’ve completely ran dry of fucks to give. Couldn’t be much worse than the bullshit happening right now. The press were already very well fed, considering the situation that was today. George makes a small sound of fury.
“We’ll sue,” Richard Grayson, the white knight that you’d daydreamed about, comes to your rescue. Is it odd that it’s kind of flustering? You probably shouldn’t be flustered.
George immediately snaps his gaze to Grayson’s, giving the man a look with a healthy dose of fear. Couldn’t blame the guy. Even if he was the second smallest of the three remaining brothers, he was still well known for being strong. His family often did kick-boxing, and their sister, Cass, often whooped their asses. It was sort of satisfying to watch. Anyway, his physical prowess from fighting to weirdo gymnastic bullshit was evident in his svelte build.
George was many things, but he wasn’t an idiot. With just the one threat from the Waynes legal team, he skitters away like the little rat you know him to be. He leaves the restaurant, and he very obviously does not pay or even leave a tip. You suppose you have the cash to make up for it. Then, ignoring the paparazzi, you were technically home free. You glance to the side. Richard Grayson’s beautiful face looks a mix of confuddled, frustrated, and exhausted. He still saved you, though, even after the fool you made of yourself.
White knight, indeed. It almost feels a bit anticlimactic, but it’s the results you wanted. And yet, an ominous feeling befalls you. Somehow, you don’t feel you’ve seen the last of George Lancaster. You just really hope the old you hadn’t committed any crimes. A tabloid? Humiliating, but livable. Prison? Not so much.
Not that the rich stayed in prison in Gotham, or even the rest of the world. It was kind of strange to realise you were sort of above the law now.
You glance at Dick, pulling your uncomfortably wet shirt away from your chest. You’ve sort of been bled dry of any shits you could give at this point, so you decide, very maturely, to make jokes and ignore all your problems. It had gotten you this far.
You’d seen this behaviour before. Many, many times. It was what usually got you fired. But now you didn’t really have to worry about that, so why should you worry about causing a scene and ruining your life a bit more? It wasn’t yours, after all.
“What do you think?” you joke, elbowing Dick. He looks down from glaring at the entrance George just slipped out of, to you. His blue eyes are a damn near shock to the soul. It takes everything in you not to start fidgeting.
“Think of what?” he responds, and despite how hard you try, you can not read his expression.
“I’m trying to make some more news. Don’t think the reporters got enough the other day,” you say, gesturing to the giant stain. It’s still Dick’s shirt. You hadn’t realised till now, but the Beatles was now some sort of green soup. Is it kind of gross of you to acknowledge that at least the soup smelled good?
Probably. You didn’t actually get to eat anything here. It’s also probably a bit weird that you’re thinking about eating at a time like this. Probably.
“I think you’ve done enough, honestly,” he says, glancing at the camera flashes from outside.
He sounds exactly like your mother, it’s almost uncanny. Well, this version of him technically knew her. You’re still not sure how well en-meshed your two families had been before the disaster, but maybe he’d picked up some traits from her.
…That… you’re not sure how to feel about the idea. The old green monster bubbles up at the thought, and you can’t tell if you’re jealous your mum got to meet Dick Grayson, or that Dick Grayson might’ve gotten to know your mum.
“We should leave,” he says, cutting off your bitter inner thoughts, “I know you don’t like it when the magazines bother you.”
You don’t? You don’t. Yes, that makes sense, ‘you’ definitely wouldn’t have. And it’s not like you feel comfortable with them either. In fact, if you think about the fact your drowned rat appearance will be on every tabloid in the city by tomorrow, probably alongside photos from your birthday, you feel so nauseous you could collapse. Going to compartmentalise that one.
“Yes, going, let’s go,” you say, following Dick out of the restaurant.
Despite the fact that the security guards are trying their best, it’s getting quite rowdy out here. When Dick wraps an arm around your shoulder, shielding you with his body, you almost just pass out right there. His muscles… Your heart simply can’t take it. As it is, Dick notices you jump like a foot in the air, and backs off. He still makes sure to try and protect you from their vision as much as possible.
Still, in an act that is purely rebellious, you turn and give them a big smile and a wave. Even as you hate every single person on the other side of the divide, you want to make one thing very clear. You will not be cowed by someone like George fucking Lancaster. Your peace sign and wink are a message to them, to him, and to yourself.
Despite the fact that this new life is one you have no idea how to handle, you know one thing. Put on a face, and it’ll always be easier.
Dick is probably wondering what the hell happened to you for you to be acting this way. Your shirt has a giant stain on it, you just broke up with your cheating boyfriend, went through a traumatising experience just a few days ago, and you’ve got the biggest grin on your face. This behaviour speaks more and more of a full blown mental breakdown. And it’s not the first you’ve had or the last.
There’s paparazzi snapping thousands of photos of the two of you, and instead of shying away as ‘you’ used to, you throw up a peace sign. One of the papps drops their camera. That confuses you a bit, as your peace sign deflates slightly. Didn’t they want more pictures? Weren’t you supposed to pose…?
For all you stalked celebrities online, you realise you have no idea how to pretend to be one. This is going to become an issue, you can already tell.
He points at a car, and you assume it’s his because he starts making his way over. He’s obviously done this sort of thing before, using and guiding the security with a smooth confidence. Even still, the two of you are a bit too close for comfort.
Which you prove, by putting your foot directly in your mouth.
“I don’t have abs, but do you think the press would like my stomach like they like yours?” you say, and almost immediately regret it. Another poor joke. You are deflecting so hard. And why the hell did you bring that up, you dunce? You feel your brain cells draining the more you’re around this guy, it’s not healthy for you.
“Please don’t pull your shirt up in public,” Dick sounds like he’s about to have a mental breakdown. It’s spreading, like the plague. You’re patient zero, of course. Even still he gets you guys to the car, and opens the side door for you. You follow his wordless command and slip into the passenger seat.
“I won’t. Sorry, sorry,” you reply, to relieve him of some of the trauma you’re currently inflicting.
He glances back to the papps, and then back down at you. His smile bowls you over like he’s getting the last strike in a fucking 300. He genuinely is the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen. Thankfully, he closes the door so you have a moment to gather your sanity before he goes around the car and gets in the driver’s seat.
You hope you’re subtle when you shift away from him slightly. It shouldn’t be that surprising really. You were stupid on average. You would be stupider around attractive people. You would be frankly disastrous around someone as blastingly hot as Dick Grayson. The Waynes in general turned you into a drooling idiot.
Good god, you need to get out of this car. As soon as you think that, Dick is pulling away from the parking spot and out onto the streets. He makes slow progress because Gotham traffic, but eventually you manage to flee the horrifying stares of the cameras. Already you can tell it’ll be giving you nightmares. Probably along with images of the guy who tried to rape you and Damian Wayne sneering at you.
“So, how are you feeling?”
Despite how you wish it not, Mr. Grayson decides he’s going to start a conversation with you.
“Good,” you reply, the answer instinctive and an obvious lie.
You can feel his gaze on the side of your face, but you don’t dare return it.
“That’s good to hear,” he says, and his voice is gentle. Sort of infantilising if you’ll be honest.
While it is very clear to anyone who looks at you that you have no idea what you’re doing, you’d rather he didn’t bring it up. You’ll figure it out. You’ve always managed to figure it out. This is what you get for asking for help. Really, despite your momentary panic you could’ve taken George. Probably not physically, but…
“You can talk to me if you want, you know?”
“Can you stop the car, please?” you respond, when that question immediately activates your fight or flight response. Dick must notice something about you, because he quickly shoots forward and into a momentarily available parking spot.
You scramble with the door, shoving your way back out onto the asphalt. The immediate distinct smell of Gotham, even Gotham’s richer districts, calms you down. Sewage, the ocean, and the ever present smoke and fog.
Fuck’s sake. You aren’t making yourself look anymore well put together.
Clearing your throat, you turn and find Richard Grayson coming around the car hood towards you. There’s a worried look in his eyes, and you really don’t know how to deal with it. It’s like you made a deal with the devil. By getting rid of George, you’d gotten a new problem - and an infinitely more complicated one.
Shit, you need to stop making rash decisions when you’re having panic attacks. You’d say you should probably try and stop having panic attacks entirely, but you don’t really know how to do that.
The sound of your name has you snapping back to attention. Dick looks even more worried.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asks, taking a few slow steps towards you. Again, infantilizing. Like you’re a wild animal about to run. Wait, weren’t you just comparing yourself to a chihuahua? Well, it’s not the same when other people do it.
“I’d like to take a walk,” you say, hand scrunching into your pyjama pants, “Alone, I’d like some time alone.”
“…In that?” He glances down at the stain that is slowly starting to dry. It’s making your skin itchy, but at least it’s not as cold.
“I can buy something,” you say, remembering one of the apps on your phone was connected to your bank account, which you had to assume was pretty full. It’s kind of stupid that you haven’t checked that yet.
You’re starting to feel a bit defensive towards your own intelligence. Maybe it’s because you seemingly keep making all the worst decisions.
Dick doesn’t make it any better.
“Do you have cash on you?” he asks, showing how little faith he has in your general abilities to survive as an adult in Gotham.
“I do, I’ll be fine,” you insist, because god damn it, you will be. You just need a fucking minute.
You ran from the Wayne manor because you felt like you were being watched, and then as soon as you showed up at the world’s most uncomfortable apartment, the haunting wraith known as George dragged you out in your P.J.s. You could figure it the fuck out, if these people would give you some fucking space.
Richard Grayson seems to realise that you’re getting upset, because he goes quiet for a moment. After staring at you for a moment longer, for which you manage to find the courage to maintain eye contact through pure stubborn will, he asks you one final question.
“Are you sure you don’t want a ride home or something?” he asks, still seeming so determined to help you.
His suggestion brings flashes of images of you breaking down in front of the Bruce Wayne to mind. From almost a birds eye view, you see yourself sobbing against your own ruined dress as the billionaire looked on. Bile literally jumps up your throat, and it takes a lot of willpower not to grimace at the suggestion.
“Look, Mr. Grayson, I really appreciate-”
“That’s the second time you’ve called me that.”
Once again, you feel the urge to simply sprint away from your own problems, but you manage to hold yourself still. Still, you can’t think of a solution. You can’t really think much of anything. Instead you stare at Richard Grayson with your hands threaded together and your lips pressed into a thin line.
Though you open your mouth to speak, you find you have no excuses ready or available. You’ve talked yourself into a corner already, and it’s your third day in this world. Marvellous. Maybe you should just tell the truth.
Still, the dangers outweigh the pros. They don’t know you, they don’t have any real reason to take care of you. If they believe you, they’ll toss you out onto the streets penniless. And if they don’t-
You blink. There’s a highway sign behind Dick, and it catches your attention like a lightning bolt. ‘Arkham Asylum 800 miles’. It’s white blocky letters on green panelling feels like a sign from god, warning you from the path you consider taking.
And then you realise that you might actually get sent to Arkham if you say anything, and you resolve to never tell a single soul about what has happened to you. You’ve heard enough stories about the asylum, and by god, you are not being roommates with the fucking Joker of all people.
Eventually Dick realises he’s not getting anything out of you and he sighs, shaking his head. His annoyingly perfect hair mesmerises you for a second, but you manage to wrangle your brain back under control. He really doesn’t make it easy.
“I just want to know if you’re safe. If you’re going through anything, you know we’re always happy to help-”
“Dick,” you say his name, face twisting in discomfort, “This was a… a one time thing. Usually I can handle my problems. It just… it caught me off guard. George cheating was a huge shock, and I needed someone to stand by me.”
“And you know I always will, right?”
Ah. That’s… Dick Grayson was a stranger. You didn’t know him, and more than that he did not know you. He did not know what you would do, could do. You didn’t think anyone did, not even yourself.
It’s a silly idea to expect your celebrity crush to save you, and it’s one you find you can’t stomach it at the moment. It makes you feel disgusted with yourself at the idea. It’s too indulgent, too silly. It’s very simply, not possible.
You’ve given up on relying on miracles. These lessons had been beaten into you, really. You didn’t want to have to learn them again.
Your feelings must show on your face.
Dick lets out a whoosh of air, frustration palpable. He carts his hand through his hair. It still looks perfect. The world is unfair, yadda yadda.
“You run hot and cold, you know?” he gives you a grin. It says a lot about his ability to act, seeing as it seems almost natural. Almost, being the key word.
Also, he is absolutely correct. The chihuahua effect is in full-swing. And you know what? You are probably going to continue to run hot and cold, because you’ve never made a decision in your life. He’ll just have to get used to it.
You raise your hands and shrug, in the universal ‘what-can-you-do?’ motion. He wasn’t wrong. You were being completely erratic. Not even you knew what you’d do next. At least life isn’t boring these days, right Right? You wonder who you are trying to fool, because it’s certainly not yourself.
“I’ll contact you if I need anything,” you lie, because it seems to be the right thing to end this torturous conversation, “And I’ll make sure to keep contact with Alfred. You can talk to Jeanine if you need anything, as well.”
Dick, unfortunately, calls you out on your bullshit.
“But not you, right?” he says, smile still printed on his face.
Woof. You think… you’ve hurt his feelings? Ah shit, you instantly feel like the scum of the earth. Still, you don’t know how you could fix this. Arkham is a genuine threat lingering over your shoulder, you don’t know enough about your new cut-throat billionaire world, and you can not lose any faith they have in you. Any that you have left, that is.
You’re sorry, but this is coming down to survival. And you are a greedy person, after all.
In the end, you don’t have anything to say, and Richard Grayson leaves without a word. Watching him walk towards his car, you feel… bad. Really bad. The part of you that is still crushing on this guy, a very large part of you, feels like you’ve ended the earth. The other part, the one that recognises that once again you’re going to have to fight for yourself… well, she thinks so too.
Maybe… maybe you could fix this. Apologise. Once you’ve gotten your bearings and know you’re safe and 100% financially stable, maybe you’ll figure it out. Give him his shirt back after you’ve dry-cleaned it.
For now, you give him your back as well.
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loverboy(s) (sun wukong + macaque x reader
content warnings: reader is IMPLIED female, second pov (you/your), foul language, minor threats, mini headcanon for macaque
author notes: to that one anon, happy birthday! i apologize for taking forever but i hope you liked this! its a bit funny seeing a few people who share the same birth month as myself (my fave lesbian genshin impact writer also shares the same birth month with me YAYY). i hope you had a wonderful day today, nonnie <3
“I told you. The cake goes on that side, fucking dumbass.”
“Who the FUCK are you calling dumbass? No, no no, come here. Come here and face me, you snarky little bitch. Come over here right now and tell me to my face I'm a dumbass. You wanna lose your other eye, huh? You want me to beat the shit out of you, is that it!?”
You mentally sigh as the monkey turns away, obviously not in the mood to actually pick a fight. Of course, it could also be because MK had begged the two monkeys to just get along if only for today, just for your sake, which, you won't lie, you did appreciate the sentiment but …
Holy fuck they hated each other's guts.
You won't deny being surprised that they had bothered to show up. MK had insisted you hold a party for your special day, and well. You can't exactly say no to the most stubborn person you'll ever meet. You'd think the party would be small and mainly of the Monkie Kid crew, but god no.
That noodle boy invited everyone he knew.
And I mean, everyone. Even the little Bai He was here, playing with Mo.
And of course, the Great Sage Equal To Heaven and the amazing Six Eared Macaque too.
You almost contemplated making a run for it when Macaque approached you, but Pigsy gave you such a scolding to not break MK's fragile heart (pft), and so, you were trapped in a social conversation.
(Oh, the horrors.)
“Nice party you have here.”
“Thanks.”
…
Yeah, I forgot to mention; you two suck at making a good conversation. Well, not so much you than Macaque mainly, who tried, you know, he really does, but inevitably just sucks.
But that's fine. Macaque's quiet most of the time and it's a little comforting. You don't like speaking much anyway, so it works out for the both of you. A bit.
You can't say the same for Wukong though. He's…well. He's certainly very outgoing. The minute he shows up he goes straight for the food (Pigsy is not gonna be happy about that), and then he finds his way to you as well.
“Hey there birthday girl.” Wukong gently pinches your cheek. He smiles warmly, and you can't help but return his smile with your own. “Nice party you've got going on. How come you didn't invite me yourself, mmh? Too shy to meet the awesome Great Sage?”
Before you can reply, Macaque scoffs, “MK invited most of us, don't be an ass.”
Wukong sighs. He glances at his ‘friend’ for a minute, and glances back at you.
“I can't believe MK invited him.”
“I'm allowed to be where I want, thanks.”
“Uh huh. I call dibs on the cake, by the way.”
“It's not your cake you fucking dick.”
“Blah blah, me and (Name) can't hear you.” Wukong turns with you in his arms, guiding you in the opposite direction of where Macaque broods. You wave at Macaque before allowing Wukong to take you…god alone knows where, and he pats your head affectionately. “Sorry about that. Still, happy birthday (Name)! I got you something!”
He releases his hold on you, and you give him a look.
“Is it made out of hair?” You demand, watching as he pouts and looks offended.
“Hey! Not everything I have is made from hair!” He protests, but you can definitely see the way his eyes dart away―he most definitely did, in fact, contemplate giving you a gift made of hair. You loved the guy but….you really had to question how his head works sometimes.
Well. At least you don't have to worry about hair strands all over your room…
“Is it a peach?”
Wukong groans. “(Name), could you have a little faith in me?”
You look him dead in the eye, and answer gently, “Absolutely not.”
“Rude. But fair. And no, it's not a peach. Those are my specialties.”
A pause.
“And I also ate them on my way here.”
You sigh and move to call Pigsy, but Wukong latches onto your wrist and falls flat on his face.
“I haven't even finished!”
“I'm scared what you even bothered to get me.”
Wukong whines, “It's a cool gift, I promise!”
“Wukong, I am not taking Nezha's fucking brick!”
“I wasn't gonna give you that! Nezha took it back anyway!”
Now you understand why everyone wants to wring his neck every time he appears. Even you, who still admires the Monkey King, contemplated wringing his neck like a chicken.
Wukong holds you still and digs through his pockets for something. You cross your arms, waiting, and when he finally grabs the object he's been searching for, he holds it in the air like it's the greatest treasure he's ever found.
He places it in your hands, and you blink.
“A rock.”
Wukong coughs behind his palm. He seems embarrassed by the obvious remark, and you notice a light flush on his expression, a deep red. He looks away before standing, finally, and turns the rock in your hand.
It's about the same size of your palm and oddly shaped as most rocks are, but this rock is different. This rock is painted white, and on the side is a clearly illustrated drawing of a certain Monkey King, hugging a certain figure that bears a strong resemblance to you. The side you had been staring at has a carving, written in Mandarin, ‘My peach and me.’
You flip the rock back and forth, eyes wide. It looks a little silly to be considered a proper gift, but you've already come to realize that Wukong, for all of his confidence, just sucks at expressing himself properly. He has an ego but you know truthfully, he just has no idea on how to act around others and hence why he's always…a little weird.
The rock looks like a silly gift, but you can't help your smile. He could've given you something extravagant as his title, but instead.
He gives you a rock.
“Um. If you don't like it it's fine,” Wukong tries to say, a sheepish smile on his expression. “I mean uh. I'm the Monkey King y'know? I'll get you another gift―”
You cut him off by blurting out, “I love it!”
“Eh?”
You smile at Wukong, squeezing the rock between your hands. He looks back equally amazed, and equally confused.
“I love it,” you repeat, and kiss Wukong's cheek. “Trust me. You're an amazing artist, Monkey King. I hope you don't mind if I keep this in my room, right?”
Wukong blinks like you'd just told him Pigsy loves him (as if.) A smile adorns his expression and he nods, looking quite pleased with himself.
“Ha! Well!” The Monkey King laughs boisterously. “If that's whatcha wanna do, go for it! It's your gift y'know?” He scratches his cheek and looks away. “I just. Figured you'd want something…from the heart. Ehem.”
You smile, “I do. Thank you.”
You're too busy smiling at Wukong to have noticed Macaque had sneaked up on both of you, making Wukong visibly jump in surprise when he speaks. You look at the dark furred simian who barely spares the Monkey King a glance, and instead looks to you with a rare, barely visible smile.
“Since we're giving gifts so soon,” Macaque muses and pulls out something from behind his back.
Unlike Wukong's gift, which is quite frankly the opposite of extravagant, Macaque's is wrapped in a light purple colored paper, and tied with a neat, darker purple bow on top. It's a bit strange to think the Macaque would actually give you a gift, but nonetheless the gesture is sweet, especially when he seems very proud of himself to even wrap your gift unlike the Monkey King.
You accept it with a smile and allow your rock to sit peacefully in your pocket. You try to take care in tearing the paper, but give up when it tears unevenly.
“Oh? A doll?” You blink and look up at Macaque, who is smiling, but a little more nervously this time.
Even Wukong looks impressed, eying the container with a whistle. “Didn't know you got better at making those. It looks realistic.”
Macaque looks surprised at the compliment. You knew they always had bad blood ever since an incident in Wukong's journey, and yet to think Wukong still seemed to remember his old friend's hobby makes even you surprised.
Macaque coughs in his hand, nodding. “Yeah, I practiced a bit,” he admits and looks at you with a sheepish smile. “I hope you like it. Sorry it's not the best.”
A daruma doll sits in your palm, round as a squash with your brows and a smile to imitate your excitement. It wobbles with any movement, and it's really, really cute.
“It's beautiful,” you say, a smile on your expression as it wobbles. “I love it!”
You pause, and look at Wukong. “Not anymore than I love yours, Wukong. It's not a competition.”
Wukong grins, “But if it was, I'd win, right?”
Macaque rolls his eyes and remarks, snidely, “You painted a rock. Not sure how you'd win with that, dumbass.”
“It's better than yours at least. Suck my dick.”
“You should suck mines cause mine is bigger.”
“Shut up you gay ass!”
“Says the walking fruit―”
They bicker, as they usually do, but you don't stop them. Not when you're admiring your gifts, both made with you in mind, with care and consideration.
A smile adorns your lips later that night, the daruma doll and painted rock sitting on your bedside table.
“Mine's better.”
“Dude shut the FUCK up!”
@lotusarchon , 29.05.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated!
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rafe taking you golfing and you hit it really well....just him proud and teaching you stuff !! obviously you suck at it so he has to kind and if anyone laughs at you .... he's gonna pull out a *wack* *wack* *wack* #popewasdonesodirty
golfing lessons
pairings: bf!rafe cameron x kookprincess!reader
summary: golf lessons with rafe and his friends, and when a certain group of pogues come around. he isn't happy.
warnings: fluff. violence. catcalling (?). rafe hitting jj with a golfclub.
a/n: thank you so much for the request, this is not that good because im new to writing and english is NOT my first language. PLEASE tell me if theres any grammar errors. enjoy reading <3
finally after three weeks of rafes begging for you to come golfing with him, you caved in. so there you were sitting in rafes private golf caddy, wearing your new golf clothes. watching him, topper and kelce play. you admired how is biceps flexed when he swung the golfclub, and how he smiled at you after.
"baby, cmere and play with us." rafe called out to you. you look up from your phone, hopping out of the caddy and walking over too rafe. "ive never played golf rafey, you know this!" you rambled nervously. "could you teach me?" you told him, looking up at him with a nervous smile. "of course, love" he told you, giving you a kiss and taking place behind you. he put the golfclub in your hands, teaching you how to properly hold it. kicking your feet apart and showing you the right position to stand in. "thats it baby, now lift your arm and hit the ball. okay?"
you did exactly what he told you, and too the groups surprise. you hit it perfectly, looking at the golf ball thats now on the other side of the field. "did i do good?" you asked. "better then i did the first time i played" kelce replied with a shrug. "you did amazing, sweetheart." rafe tells you and then plants a kiss to the side of your head.
you took a couple more swings, but then you heard a particular voice shouting from the distance. "looking good over there, princess." you wipped your head around, seeing no other then jj. he had two grocery bags in his hand, next to him was standing pope. "cut it out, jj." pope told jj, looking nervously at rafe standing next to you with a unreadable expression. "what did you say?" rafe shouted back. "give me that, baby." he told you and pointed at the golfclub. you hesitantly gave him the golfclub, waiting for what to come next. "im telling your girl that she looks nice, you have a problem with that?" jj told rafe.
rafe clenches his jaw, and walks over to the two pogues standing there. topper and kelce quickly following. "arent you guys on the wrong fucking side of the island, this is figure eight." topper states, with disgust on his face. "if you ever talk to her again, im going to kill you. you got that? you got that, jj? rafe says to jj. "i mean, no offence man. maybe you'll let me hit sometime?" jj says with a laugh.
It happens in a blink of an eye, rafe shoves jj to the ground. and starts hitting him with the golfclub. pope tries to shove rafe off jj, but it didnt work. topper launches at pope, getting a couple hits in. at the end of the fight, the two pogues leave with black eyes and bloody noses. "we dont want you here man, stay off figure eight." rafe shouts.
"are you alright, baby?" rafe asks you., with concern. "yeah.. are you?" you say while looking for any bruises or cuts on him. after "are you boys alright?" you ask topper and kelce. "yeah, were okay.. i think." toppers tells you.
“can we go home now?” you whine.
let’s say after you dropped kelce and topper off, rafe took his anger out in another way.. if yk what i mean. ;)
#@lizardwrites ✧.*#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe imagine#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron soft
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Doppelganger!Francis x Reader
Content warnings: Monsterfucking, cunnilingus, Unprotected PIV sex, and general smutty materiel. Minors DNI
Reader is female
“So, is everything in order?” He sounded like he was going to pass out where he stood, but that wasn’t shocking for Francis. You were convinced that getting eight hours of sleep would actually kill him, or that tiredness was wound into his DNA. It was the only thing that made his chronic fatigue make sense.
“Yeah, you should be good to go.” You nodded, double checking his ID one last time. Even the date checked out. “Have a nice night Francis.” You said as you opened the door.
“Thanks Doll.” You felt like liquid nitrogen had been injected into you. You looked up just in time to see his slick grin as he rushed to get through the door you just opened. He called you Doll. He called you Doll.
That wasn’t Francis. You’d spoken to Francis countless times, and he never once called you Doll. He called you Ms, Ma’am, Boss that one time as a joke, and your name, but never, not once had he called you Doll.
That wasn’t Francis.
Thankfully, your body reacted when your mind went blank, and lurched forward, closing the door at the last possible second. Spine numbing anger flashed across his face, before being replaced with a look of forced confusion.
“Uh, Y/n? What’s wrong?” The creature asked. Your hand hovered over the danger button, ready to press it when his words stopped you in your tracks. You wanted to press the button, but knew if you did you’d be haunted by what he just said forever.
“How do you know my name?” You finally brought yourself to ask. The creature smirked, realizing he was caught and letting the tired, shy facade finally fall.
“I’m here all the time, Doll. I know everyone’s name. But, yours is my favorite.” Your mind raced for incident reports, dead neighbors or pets, any sign recently that a doppelganger had been in your apartment. And your mind came up blank.
“You’re lying.” You accused, incensed that he would imply that he could get by you… Despite the fact he just almost got by you. He scoffed at your words.
“What? Just because I haven’t killed anyone?” He almost laughed, “I don’t come here to eat Doll, this place is fucking rancid for that. I come here for personal reasons.”
“And what are your personal reasons?”
“You.” You really did not like that answer, despite the fact you pressed your thighs together as he said it. On one hand, he was a bloodthirsty monster that just kinda confessed to stalking you. On the other, You’d been getting yourself off to the thought of his current form for weeks now, and you couldn’t remember the last time anyone expressed that level of desire for you that blatantly.
“Me?” You finally found words, “Why me, what the hell do you want with me?!”
“Open the door and I’ll show you.” His tone was dark, almost threatening.
“You must think I’m stupid.” You scoffed.
“No, I think you’re a mess.” He laughed. “I think you’re a frustrated mess who’s fingers aren’t doing it for her anymore.” You couldn’t tell if your blood heated or chilled realizing just how closely he’d been watching you. “I also think I look exactly like the guy who’s too fucking stupid to see how you look at him, and I can help with your frustration. If you open the door.” He grinned, his teeth all too sharp.
“What makes you think I would even want a doppel like you?” You tried to shoot back, despite the fact you were fidgeting in your chair to distract yourself from the pooling in between your legs, and the fact that it was quickly becoming impossible to look at Not Francis. “You’re not my milkman.”
“No, I’m better in every way.” He purred, “And I promise I can fuck you better than his limp dick can.”
“I’m not opening the door.” You stated, as firm as your voice would let you. Which, wasn’t very firm at all.
“Why not? I’ve clearly been here before without hurting anyone.” He took a deep breath and almost growled, “Come on Doll, I can smell how bad you want me through the window. I’ll take such good care of you, you just got to open the door first.” He purred, pressing himself far too close to the window, as if the pure power of his desire could make him phase through it.
“Give me one good reason why I should.” You huffed, quickly losing your resolve as hazel eyes undressed you.
“Other than the ones I already gave?” He grumbled taking a step back, “Fine.” And with that, He opened his mouth, letting his long, thick purple tongue hang out. It was thick and forked, and he moved it with ease to show you just how dexterous he was with it. Your pussy clenched at the thought of it bullying your clit, or better yet your insides. He put the obscene appendage away with a more obscene smirk. “And if you like that, You should see my d-”
You opened the door.
He almost laughed. “I knew you were a desperate slut.” He said as he walked through the door. His parting comment filled you with dread at the thought of what you’d just done, but the soft knock on your door, followed by the click of it being opened revitalized your want.
“And you’re going to be my desperate slut. Isn’t that right, Doll?” The way he said “Doll” Should have petrified you, but instead, it electrified you. The feeling got more intense as he placed his hands on your hips, kicking the door closed behind him as he pulled you into a domineering kiss. You had to admit, you never really thought Francis would be the type to do all of this.
You melted into the doppelgangers monstrous hands as he kissed down your jaw to your neck. You let out a sharp whine as razor teeth bit into your neck, panic filled you as you stood frozen, realizing the mistake you’d made. He pulled back when he felt you tense up.
“Don’t worry Doll,” He said, taking your chin in his forefinger and thumb and guiding you to look into his still tired hazel eyes, “I don’t plan on eating you like that. I just want everyone to know who you belong to now.” He purred as he looked at the dark mark he left on your neck. His handiwork looked good on you.
“Belong too?” You asked, trying to ignore how he gently massaged your hips, and the intensity in his eyes as he looked at you.
“That's what I said.” His lips were back on yours before you could protest, the thick purple tongue from earlier dancing with your own. He held you what felt impossibly close as he sat you down on your desk, hiking up your skirt. His hands slid down your body, fingertips brushing against your clothed folds, and feeling just how wet your panties were.
“Aww, look at you Doll,” He purred into your ear, “So needy for me,” dexterous fingers pushing your underwear to the side, “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked as he lazily ran his fingers up and down your slit.
“Uh huh,” You muttered, trying to buck your hips into his fingers to gain more friction.
“Gonna need better than that Doll,” He scoffed, removing his hand. “Use your words.”
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I’ll be good.” You groaned.
“Atta girl,” He grinned, returning his hand to your core. Electricity shot through your whole body as he finally touched your clit, rubbing rough and delebriate circles there. You moaned softly, gripping his shoulders as he set his rhythm. You bucked your hips into his hand in time with him, feeling the excitement building inside of you.
You almost punched him when he moved his hand.
“Francis!” You snapped.
“Not my name.” he chuckled as he fell to his knees. You were about to ask for his name, when pleasure shot through you, your hands tangling in his hair for support. That obscene tongue from earlier was hungrily lapping at you, eating you out like a starving man devouring a feast. “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you.” He groaned as his tongue pushed inside of you, stretching you out in the most perfect way. The indecent sound that left you should have embarrassed you, but considering a doppel was eating you out and you were cool with that, It was safe to assume not much could embarrass you anymore.
You felt your thighs quiver like the last leaves on autumn trees as he found that all too sensitive soft spot inside you. He must have felt it, because suddenly his attention was focused entirely on bullying that spot. You could feel the tension rising and your blood heating up. Like a piece of tissue paper caught in an inferno, you were consumed by the monster under you.
You felt a knot in your stomach begin to tighten as you rode his face. His hand left your thigh to rub your clit, and it was all over. You were launched over the edge as fireworks exploded behind your eyes and your head filled with cotton. Ecstasy shot through you from your core outward, reaching every part of your tingling body.
Not Francis pulled back with a smarmy, self satisfied smirk. He pulled you into a possessive kiss, giving you a taste of not only his suspiciously coppery flavor, but your own. He grinned as he pulled back.
“See how fantastic you taste?” He teased.
“Better than you, that’s for sure.” you teased back.
“Oh, you want a taste of me?” He chuckled as he let you go, though, you could tell he wasn’t particularly interested in your mouth at the moment. You watched as he undid his belt, revealing an honestly intimidating tent. You bit your lip and watched as he pushed his boxers down to reveal a monstrous cock.
And we’re not talking size here, though that could also fall under the monstrous category. It went beyond that though, his cock was…alien. Inhumanly thick, and as purple as his tongue, with ridges running from base to leaking tip. The term ribbed for her pleasure came to mind. It kinda threw you off for a second to be honest.
“I wanted to fuck you with my cock, not his.” The monster said as he took you into his arms, lifting you up and holding you over his dick, “Hope that's fine.”
“Please.” You begged softly, and you didn’t know it but the creature decided then and there that you belonged to him, whether you liked it or not.
“You freaky slut.” He laughed, and you wanted to tell him off, but you were cut off by him pushing you down on him, all the way to the base, in one smooth motion. Your pussy clenched around the intrusion, causing him to moan indecently in your ear. Thankfully he paused to let you adjust to him, a courtesy that you wouldn’t have managed without.
You could feel every ridge of him inside you, and his tip pressed snuggly against your sweet spot. He peppered your neck with almost gentle kisses, trying to coax you into relaxing. Finally, you took a breath and nodded, giving him permission to move.
And move he did. He set a steady but brutal pace, chasing both your high and his own inside of you. You whined as grabbed his hair as he pressed you against a wall for better leverage. A familiar feeling started to quickly build up inside of your already sensitive body.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he rasped out, getting lost in your warm cunt, “Like you were fucking made for me Doll.”
“I’m so close…” you gasped at a particularly sharp thrust.
“Yeah?” He said, smiling cockily at you, “You gonna come for me doll?” You nodded, already seeing stars. Your blood felt like it was made of lava and your thighs already shook with anticipation. You felt something warm and wet lap at your clit.
“Then cum for me.” he smirked with teeth far too sharp. If you weren’t so close to the edge, you would have realized the shapeshifter had grown an extra mouth above his cock to get you off. But, you were on the edge, and the extra stimulation of him sucking you sent you not just tumbling, but into full free fall. You felt like you had gone through a whole body reset, waves after waves of ecstasy and dopamine hitting you again and again, like a small boat on the ocean during a hurricane.
The clench of your cunt sent him over the edge, his hold on you tightening into a bruising grip as he sank his teeth into your neck to stifle the obscenities coming from his mouth. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, him pressing you into the wall, refusing to pull out. you , hanging limp in his arms as you tried to catch your breath.“So…” You muttered as you finally recovered, “What is your name?”
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seeing all the tags of people drooling and melting over the exorcist gifset i posted yesterday...
yes. good.
#you're all welcome.#now go watch the show because it was really fucking good#personal#txt post#shame it was cancelled#and no i won't get over it so soon 🙃
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“one day im going to have to make like a three hour long video essay that's just called In Defense of Helluva Boss” Please do. I see more anti videos than I do with defense ones. Like the ones that say season 2 is terrible even though it’s barely completed and the ones that say Stolitz is a bad despite them barely having a relationship.
no literally i am sick of seeing more anti content than actual appreciation videos but the anti talking point i see most that drives me up the fucking walls is that it's "bAd RePrEsEnTaTiOn," as if that is all that queer people are allowed to have; just the vague nebulous concept of "Rep(TM)." the fact that if a straight character is a bad person then it's just that This Character is a bad person, but if a queer character is a bad person then This Is Bad Representation Of The Community And Is Homophobic. can we not just HAVE characters?? vehicles to tell a story??? tools to craft a compelling narrative??? this is part of why Helluva/Hazbin being adult shows is such a THING because i see this get shut down a lot under the guise of "uhh well just because it's an adult show doesn't mean that it can handle whatever topic it wants however it wants" and like. yeah buddy! that's true! and that's not what this is fucking about!! when people say "it's an adult show" what they mean is that it's made to be engaged with under the assumption that you would know better than to take information to shape your worldview and perception of other real life people from a fucking cartoon! the show doesn't NEED to tell you that Um Hey Guys Just So You Know This Isn't Actually Meant To Reflect How All Real Life Gay Relationships Are because you are an adult who should already be able to discern this.
"bad rep" doesn't mean "characters that are nuanced, morally gray, or just bad people." "bad rep" would be if helluva boss was a show that said "the REASON these characters are in toxic relationships / are bad people is BECAUSE they are queer, or at least directly correlated to that fact." which is. you know. very fucking different than "these characters are in toxic relationships / are bad people because they 1) live in a classist society that actively encourages them to be their worst selves and 2) are extremely traumatized."
#btw when i say toxic i DO mean stolitz but not in like. a 'this is romanticizing abuse !!!!1!!!!1!1!!' kind of way#which is. the second stupidest criticism of this show#like babe did you really watch blitz break down sobbing on his couch and see stolas drowning in his depression cereal and absinthe#and some how come to the conclusion that the lesson you are meant to take away from this is that This Is A Good Thing To Aspire To ??????#their dynamic IS toxic rn!! neither of them are communicating properly and neither of them are getting what they TRULY want#and the whole point of watching this situation (this shituation; if you will) play out#is to be entertained first of all BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY#because you are supposed to go Man This Relationship Status Sucks For Them Right Now I Sure Hope They Can Make It Better#you are supposed to recognize that it is Bad for them right now. because you are a fucking adult who should have a CRUMB of media literacy#god. sorry this is so long#video essay is gonna be four hours at this rate istfg#mine#ask#helluva boss#stolitz#analysis#long post#fandom
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