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Hello, my dear! Anon that went feral for sub!valentino here, I now present,
Vees with their collective dom:
- I just know for a fact that during events, these sluts wouldn't leave you the fuck alone. Gotta go to the bathroom? Velvette needs to retouch her make up too. Gotta go to the bar/snack area? Val's been feeling pretty peckish himself. You talking to some wannabe businessman? Well, who better to talk business than Mr. CEO of VoxTech himself.
- The ONE TIME that they all put their collective braincells together is when someone else is trying to get with THEIR boo. I'm 100% sure that when they see some rando flirting you, it's gonna be on sight. Vox's already planning on how to ruin this dude's entire career, Velvette's already on her socials dragging them to absolute filth, and Val's just outright telling them about how he wouldn't even waste his time with their ugly ass. Goodluck tho, gum is gonna be easier to remove than them once the rando is gone.
- I know that 'hey, Velvette is a needy brat and wants to be treated like princess blah blah blah', but imagine taking off her heels and placing her feet on your lap for a massage, cause you just know that's been walking in them heels all day. Imagine rubbing her shoulders and handing her coffee, while she's barking orders at everyone around the both of you. Imagine treating her softly and her freaking the fuck out because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER AND WHY DOES SHE WANT TO TWIRL HER HAIR AND KICK HER FEET
- They absolutely have another groupchat that consists of just them sending each other pictures of you being sexy as fuck. Maybe even doing power plays, like sending candid pics of you with them during your weekly totally-not-a-date-hang outs. Velvette's for sure gonna spam all her social handles with #LookHowMuchThey'reHavingFunWithME and #Don'tWeLookCuteTogether (Vox might or might not tweak her account so the hashtags get deleted)
- I wholeheartedly think that since they're a bunch of power-hungry freaks, they'd go gaga over having a physically more powerful partner
* These brats would absolutely drop everything that they're doing if they even get a hint that you're gonna work out. I'm talking Vox stepping out mid-meeting just to get some "fresh air", Velvette suddenly having "art block" and that she needs to find "inspo" elsewhere, and Valentino going on a "smoke break" mid-shoot because the actors weren't doing anything right (they want you to spank them over your knee until all they can remember is your name and the feel of your hand on their ass please please plea-)
- But also, casual acts of dominance anyone?? Like just almost bumping into Vox but catching him last minute, and saying "careful, sweetheart"????? Val almost tripping face first but you caught him and say, "you got to be more careful, baby"????
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BONUS ROUND!!
Just because I could not just fucking resist the idea...
What if the reason the Vees chose someone as their dom because said someone has that psycho rizz, like the Vees fully go "this person has probably killed a fuck ton of other demons, but, hey, they're so fucking hot covered in blood and I wonder if the next thing they'll murder is this ass 🥺🔞🥵🫦💦"
- The Vees kick starting their obsession with you just because they happen to come across you through the cameras with a bloody grin after a brutal fight, with you just absolutely dominating the other person
- The Vees would certainly want to get fucked by you after you've fought/killed someone (they don't care whose blood is it but they absolutely care about how fast they can get you to rail them before you get cleaned up all that blood)
- I personally think that Vox and Val have masochistic tendencies
* Vox, whose normally composed, rational and would never do shit that'll ruin his image, is an absolute slut for getting choked while he's getting railed by you. He wants to see the stars, wants to chase that lightheadedness, he wants to have no thoughts asides from the hands around his neck and the cock in his ass.
* Normally, when you press a knife into someone they lean AWAY from it. Not Val tho, he leans IN to the knife, because he just can't stop aching over the idea that you're marking him as yours. He can't stop the way his cock throbs and twitches when he feels the knife dig in juuuust a little bit into his skin. It makes him feel dirtier, even more of a whore, even more YOURS.
- The Vees, who are normally so quiet about being a sub, becoming loud to one another about how many bruises and scars you left on them. Val and Vox walking around shirtless showcasing different bruises, and Velvette wearing a thin slip that shows the bite marks on her thighs.
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Thank you for liking my punishment ideas for sub!val. Honestly, I can just keep on going because their dynamic is dynamic-ing and someone should probably sedate me already.
Anywaaaaaays, have a nice day, lovely!
xoxoxoxo ❤️
SJAPSPAPSPPSPAPS YOU’RE AMAZING AND I LOVE THIS. NOT TO BE EXTREME OR CRAZY BUT I AM EXTREME AND CRAZY AND I WILL GET ON MY HANDS AND KNEES AND BEG FOR YOU TO CONTINUE LEAVING YOUR THOUGHTS IN MY INBOX.
Ehem, anyways. I have so many thoughts!
First of all, your point on princess treatment with Velvette is absolutely wonderful. Like especially surprising her with it because she’s had a lot of attitude that specific day, mostly because of the stress of running the fashion industry, but then treating her super gently and massaging her shoulders, asking her what she wants for dinner and telling her she did so good that day, despite her amount of work.
And Vox and Val would literally be so fucking jealous if they see you giving her this treatment. Like, “Actually I had a super stressful day too! And my shoulders hurt…. um, hint hint.”
The group chat idea is actually gold because like Velvette and Val would send somewhat normal (not really but yk more normal) photos of you and Vox’s would be the most fucking creepy ass shit in the would. First of all, it would be on a fucking surveillance camera from like yards away, and you would just be minding your business not knowing. The others would kinda be like “…okay, Vox I don’t think you fully understood the prompt but alright 🥰”
NOW LETS TALK ABOUT THE PHYSICALLY BUILT READER IDEA BECAUSE THATS SO YUMMY. Tell me Val and Vox wouldn’t dramatically trip on purpose just so he can see your muscles work when you catch him mid air. Velvette would make you carry mountains of supplies for her job, just so she can see you flex while trying to keep all of her shit from spilling over. And they’d always time it so perfectly, like it’d be a day where you’re wearing a tank top and Oh! All of a sudden Vox needs you to carry boxes of wires and chords up to his office.
Also the psycho rizz is absolutely a thing, like 100% I don’t have anything to add because that’s literally so accurate. And i’m glad someone else recognizes Vox and Val’s weird masochistic tendencies, because they are very present.
In conclusion, PERFECT!! Next time, give yourself an emoji or something so I have something to call you by, by the way!
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Johnny Cage: Hollywood’s Favourite Pornstar
Love at First Suck
Bottom Johnny cage x top male reader
Part 1 of many (;
A first of its kind in my writings, I hope I pleases mortal kombat fans
Johnny Cage was a hollywood famous actor, he was in hundreds of movies and the world loved him. He decided to stir some controversy among his fans by starting his porn journey.
You didn't know much about the man, all you knew was that he was an actor and everyone loved him. you were an amateur in the porn arts yourself, you had a few supporters on your onlyfans and it helped you get by. You never expected your amateur porn videos to catch his attention, he practically spammed your Dm's with how much of a fan he was and how much he wanted to work with you.
Eventually it led to him taking you to a "meeting" dinner. The only thing he had requested for you was to wear a nice dress that he’d sent, or course you were a man and he openly went out with them but you were uncertain of the idea. But it was just dinner, so you put it on and went. It was a nice dinner, Johnny spent the majority of it gushing over you and how pretty you were in person. After the dinner he took you home in one of his many luxury cars, and gently lead you up to his front doors.
"and this, is my mojo dojo casa house" Johnny blurted mostly to you but also to the camera, he pushed open the doors and led you inside.
"N/n my special guest, have a seat" he said sweetly, he gently took your hand and you got comfortable on the couch. He spoke to the camera for a little while before he set down the camera to get a good view of the couch.
he sat down besides you and slid his arm around you and smiled warmly.
"so.. how was dinner pretty boy?" he asked
"it was really nice, thanks" you replied, his closeness to you was causing you to smile
"youre so.. fuck, youre so pretty" he groaned, you confused as to why he was groaning until you noticed he was rubbing his crotch
"how would you feel about another treat?" he asked with a smirk
"What kind of treat?" you asked, matching his energy, Johnny got closer and gave you a peck on the cheek, then the kisses trailed down, to your surprise.
he pulled his phone out and started recording from the other angle, you watched as he went lower and pulled up your dress
"Already dripping for me pretty boy?" he questioned with another smirk, he playfully rubbed your growing bulge
"i'm gonna have some fun with this" he said with a chuckle, you knew you were there to have sex but you still shocked he was the one doing you. He gently fished yours cock out of your boxers and showed it off to the camera
"You ready pretty boy?" he asked, you couldn't find it in yourself to speak in your flustered state so you just nodded
Johnny gave your tip a kiss before giving it a few licks to test your pre cum
"You're real sweet pretty boy, i could drink this all day" johnny said with another smirk
he now started to suck, first gently sucking the tip and then going down all the way to your pubes
"fuck, i could suck this thing forever" he stated before he went back down unfortunately for you, he was great at sucking things, he was sucking you like his life depended on it
"you having fun pretty boy?” he questioned, he watched as when you tries to reply all you did was groan, his mouth just felt too good, all you could muster up was a nod, and johnny chuckled at your reaction
"don't hide them, i like your noises" johnny states, he starts to suck horder in order to force your groans out
Johnny smiled on your cock hearing all your groans, he felt you were getting close and he didn't mind
"keep going pretty boy, moan for me" johnny staes, now his tone was lower and it only turned you on even more
While your moans got more frantic and started to pant more Johnny Looked up at you with puppy eyes, he was patient waiting for you to cum and this was the money shot.
Johnny picked up the camera and brought it closer, then he stroked your cock quickly but gently with his tongue on your tip
"Cum for me pretty boy, cmon cum" he stated, and soon the white liquids started to shoot out of your cock and johnny slurped up as much as he could
"good boy, such a good boy for me" he stated, he didn't stop jerking you off until your balls were empty
"such a good boy N/n, your cum tastes so good" he said with a smile, and now was the unexpected part.
while you were still panting on the couch, Johnny asked for you to get on your knees. you did as he asked and then he pulled out his cock in front of you, this was the first time you saw it in person.
"Ready for your surprise pretty boy?" he asked with a smirk, you nodded once more, Johnny jerked his cock over you until he started to groan and whimper
"open wide pretty boy" he stated and then he filled up your mouth with his cum,
you weren't the taker often but you didn't mind it at all
Johnny caressed your bottom lip with his thumb and smiled down at you
"Don't forget, Good boys always swallow.. You're a good boy right?" he asked, you swiftly swallowed all of johnny's gift and opened wide to prove it was all gone
"such a good boy N/n, i'm gonna have fun with you" Johnny stated with a smile
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Forgive me for spamming your inbox i just have a lot to say for some reason </3
This is just a little thing thats been on my mind ever since my sailor moon phase xame back :,) character and reader with a tuxedo mask and sailor moon type of relationship urgrggrh
Pretty much smart responsible mature guy with sensitive klutz reader :( god i'd do anything to have this irl help i love this dynamic sm
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I like spam, don't worry :p I LOVE THE SAILOR MOON AESTHETIC!! It's inspired my art alot and I still have yet to fully finish the series! Have you watched the whole thing, is it good 👀
─⊰⊹ฺ🎄𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⊹ฺ🎄
{༻~The ship has sailed~༺}
CW: Fluffy and sweet! Readers kinda klutzy but very sweet! Mentions of reader owning a cat!
(Includes: Thoma, and Zhongli, Childe!)
𑁍༄Thoma:
"Are you alright?"
You looked up at Thoma from your place on the floor, cupcake batter dripping down your face and cupcakes sprawled around you..."Yes but my cute cupcakes are having issues..." You sighed in defeat as he walked over to you, helping you off the ground and washing the batter off of you gently with a towel.
"We can make more, I'll help."
"But I wanted to make them for you..." You looked away with a light blush, wishing that you'd been a little more careful so he wouldn't have found out your true intentions.
He gave you a sweet smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek, "While I love the things you make me, I enjoy spending time with you more. Let's make the next batch together."
𑁍༄Zhongli:
You giggled at your cat as he laid belly up on the floor, dramatically acting exhausted after his long day of doing nothing, "Zhongli, do you ever wish you could curl up in a ball like a cat and sleep anywhere?" You turned to face the man sitting next to you, wondering how he could possibly be so engrossed with the rather long boring book he held in his hands...just the first sentence had given you a headache...
He looked up from the words on the written page and gave you a small smile, "No, I don't believe I have. Although they are sweet creatures and their ability to curl up and sleep anywhere seems appealing, I rest perfectly fine...as long as I am with you that is."
Your cheeks went warm, your heart skipping a beat as you hid your face in your hands...how had he turned such strange question into something so sweet..."That's not what I thought you were going to say."
"I suppose it was a bit more of a response than needed, but I do so much enjoy when your cheeks blush that way..."
"Eeee!"
𑁍༄Childe:
"Woah, what did you do..." Childe chuckled as he took in the scene in front of him, it seemed your sweater had begun to unravel unbeknownst to you and one of the loose threads had decided to latch itself on just about everything. Now you were standing in the middle of the room with a pastel spider web surrounding you and you couldn't possibly move unless you wished for everything to be pulled along with you.
Your cheeks blushed in embarrassment, this was just another one of those clumsy situations you always got yourself in...,"I swear I had nothing to do with this."
"Mhm, I completely believe you. Here let me help" He hurried to untangle everything, collecting the string in a nice bundle around his hand until he finally got all the way back to you, the source. "There we go, you're free."
"Thank you- woah!" You tripped forward, falling into his arms with a huff...at least he'd always be there to catch you.
ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Merry Christmas~*.✧
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Opposites attract ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
🐣: pairing: Lee Felix x F!reader
🐣: genre: fluff, angst, smut. 18- DNI
🐣: synopsis: forever thinking that opposites dont attract due to what society says, a new exchange student makes you trust in fate.
🐣: warnings: smut, protected sex, college!au, fingering, brief mention of drugs and alcohol, labels, pet name (baby, petal)
🐣: words: 5.3k
🐣: a/n: i ditched my jisung fic for this after getting attacked by the COMEBACK TEASER. LIKE HELLO, WTF IS THAT. skz, pls let me live my life in peace, i beg.🙏🏻
dw, i will be going back to my Jisung fic after i posted this.
felix looked too good in the teaser that i had to write something. i love long haired felix that i wanted more of it and now i have been blessed. jisung, you’ll always be my ult bias, but lemme simp for felix for a while pls. this took me less than a day to write, lmao.
likes, feedback and reblogs are welcome, especially reblogs as they help get my fics and blog out there. pls consider leaving comments or spam my inbox! ty all for the love as of lately!
lmk if i missed anything in the warnings & enjoy 🖤
🐣: master list
They say that opposites attract but is that always the case?
College is a fairly eventful place to be. Parties, pranks, heartbreak and rumours. When you entered college, you didn't want to get involved in any of that. You wanted to get your education and go, start living your life with no strings attached.
How naïve you are.
It’s pretty common for college to have social groups. Just like in movie: mean girls, you have the jocks, the cheerleaders who want to get into the jocks pants, the nerds and the alts.
You wasn't a fan of these labels but if you had to pick, you'd be classed as a nerd. You like art, manga, anime. You're majoring in art and design. You cared about the way you look, but you wouldn't willingly wake up at 5am to get ready. A flannel t-shirt, jeans and hair scrapped back was enough for you. You're an art student, you don't have time to care about the way you look.
You only have a handful of friends and that was enough for you. If you spent more than thirty minutes with people, your social battery starts draining so you'd think of an excuse to go back to your dorm and relax. Socialising is not for you.
College life was rather peaceful for you. Top student, handful of friends and being able to do the things you want do as well as living on your own – which is a bonus. It wasn't until rumours started spreading that an exchange student had started halfway through the semester – which is uncommon and odd because now, they have a lot of catching up to do.
You didn't get a chance to see him considering you was swamped in work. Deadlines are coming up and you wasn't even halfway done with your work, so you was either in the art room or in your dorm. Stressed was an understatement.
But you did hear rumours. Rumours spread like wildfire in college. You heard that his family had power, that they knew the mafia. Whilst everyone believed it, you thought it was ridiculous. 'child's play' You heard little things about him though, that he had dark hair, Australian, he would smile so bright, the sun got jealous. Of course, you was yet to see him, so you believed the rumours with a pinch of salt.
Your first glimpse of him was on a sunny day. You was sat on the grass, doodling whatever came to mind. You was suffocating in the art room and decided it was best to get some fresh air. As you took a sip of water, you took the chance to look around, people watch.
The jocks were practising whatever sport it was that they did. Cheerleaders practicing their cheers. You wasn't a massive fan of these groups, but you admired them a little. They have led the college to championships which is admirable in itself. You also felt a little sorry for them. must be lonely when your life revolved around sport and cheer.
The nerds were sat at a picnic bench, playing dungeons and dragons. You'd join in, if you wasn't such an introvert and if you knew how to play. An argument erupted between the group, claiming that its not how the game goes or whatever.
You chuckled to yourself before your gaze fell on the alternative group. A group of 8, dressed in the typical alternative clothing. Skinny black jeans, band tees, converses, Doc Martens. Eye liner lining their eyes, nails painted, tattoos covering their skin and, of course, the metal that decorated their faces.
Chan, Jisung and Changbin have known each other the longest. They met in high school and share a passion for music. They even released a few tracks onto SoundCloud. You hate to admit but, you liked a few of them, even if it wasn't your style of music. To no surprise, they all major in music.
Minho and Hyunjin love to dance, taking part in dance competitions inside and out of campus. Minho being the more experienced dancer. Hyunjin loved art, just like you do. He didn't look like the type to so you was surprised to see him in your class and Minho is obsessed with his 3 cats. You heard that Felix also loved to dance, so its no surprised that Minho and Hyunjin took him under their wings
Seungmin and Jeongin have voices of an angel. You heard rumours that they're really talented at singing. You thought it was nonsense until you attended the campus talent contest. You felt like your ears were being baptized.
Love them or hate them, you cant deny that they're a talent bunch of young men
"Oi Felix! Over here!" You looked over to who was shouting and who he was shouting to
Bang Chan was stood on the picnic table, arms waving and smiling. You looked over and saw someone running to him. "Must be the exchange student."
Everyone greeting Felix before he sat down and joined in on the conversations. He was sucking on a lollipop, the stick hanging out off his mouth, resting on his bottom lip. You took this time to admire him. Considering how close you was sat, you could hear his voice over the sounds of many others.
His voice was deep and smooth, like velvety chocolate. You've never heard a voice that deep before and his accent was thick. It was hot. His black hair tied half up, half down, black jeans and boots whilst wearing a white vest and a sleeveless, leather jacket.
You couldn't help but feel physically attracted to him. He looked so sweet and so innocent that is hard to believe that his family knew the Mafia. Maybe one day, you'd draw him. He had that aura around him that felt warm and welcoming. You couldn't help but notice how deep his laugh is, how his eyed would crinkle at the corners and his white teeth would be on display due to the big grin he would show.
Maybe you was staring to much because Felix turned and instantly locked his eyes onto yours. He grinned at you, giving you a little wave. You flushed red, cheeks and the tips of your ears turning red. You looked back at your mindless doodles on your paper, feeling shy and embarrassed that you got caught.
Felix turned to his friends, enquiring who you are. Nobody really knew, expect Hyunjin. He told Felix your name and that you two are doing the same major together. Hyunjin said that you two rarely spoke but when you do, he found you to be sweet.
Felix hummed and nodded, looking over his shoulder at you. You was too absorbed in your drawing at this point to notice. Felix was curious. He wanted to know who you are. He made it his mission to find out who you are.
Your first interaction happened shortly after. You was up to your neck in work, feeling stressed beyond belief. you felt overwhelmed and anxious that you wasn't going to finish in time. You spent the majority of your day in the art studio and by six pm, you had enough.
Your head hurt, mind blank and all you could see was various colours of the paints you've been using. Deciding that trying to get any more work done was useless, you packed up your things.
Walking out the door, bag over your shoulder, supplies piled high in your arms, you bumped into someone, your supplies crash landing beneath your feet.
"Fuck. I am so sorry!" You bent down, collecting your things feeling embarrassed.
"It's okay. I wasn't really looking where i was going so it should be me apologizing." That deep, Australia voice ran through your ears. You looked up to see Felix bending over and helping you.
You couldn't help but notice how beautiful he looked up close and the fact that he has freckles that adorned his skin, made you weak. You find freckles beautiful, they're your weakness.
You stood the same time as Felix. He handed you your art book which you took. His fingers decorated in rings and fingers nails painted.
"Thank you." You smiled, taking your book off him.
"Do you need any help? I can help you carry some stuff if you want." You thought about it for a second before agreeing. He took some stuff off you. 'Lead the way."
You made your way to your dorm. starting conversations was not your strong point. You cursed yourself for being an introvert and wished you knew what to say but making the first move always felt awkward to you.
"So (Y/N) you enjoying art" You looked at Felix, eyebrows knitted together.
"How do you know my name and that i do art?"
'Well, considering I'm carrying your art supplies should be a big giveaway. Anyways, Hyunjin told me."
Ah, of course, that made sense.
"You asked about me?" Felix hummed.
"After i caught you staring at me, i was curious about you. So i asked. Seems like you tend to keep yourself to yourself." You flushed red at the mention of getting caught staring at him for too long.
"Sorry about that. I was just interested in who you are and what you look like." Felix laughed, the sound giving you goose bumps and butterflies in your stomach.
"Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure you've heard the rumours. By the way, my family are not part of the mafia." He shook his head, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous rumour.
"I never believed that, you're too sweet to be part of something like that." The words left your mouth before you could register. You looked at Felix, who had a pink tint across his cheeks at your compliment.
"Thank you." You looked at your feet, feeling shy as you reached your dorm. You rummaged around for the key and opened the door.
"You want to come in? i don't have much to drink but i do have a collection of energy drinks you can have."
"As much as i would love to-" Felix handed back your things "I have to dash. I have practise and Minho doesn't like it when people are late."
You nodded and smiled, taking your things off him. "Okay, you best get going then."
"yeah, I'll see you around?" You nodded again, smiling and saying goodbye as Felix ran to the dance room. You closed the door behind you, noticing your heart was pounding against your ribcage, butterflies in your stomach.
Slowly but surely, you're getting feelings for him and there is nothing you can do to stop it, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.
Weeks went by after that. Your interaction's with Felix started of as small and minimal. He would occasionally wait outside the art room after class for Hyunjin, exchanging small hello's whenever you would pass each other.
He once brung a tub of homemade brownies and passed them around his friend group before offering you one. You thanked him as you took one, the chocolatey gooeyness satisfied your sweet tooth. You asked him how he made them, which he happily told you. Soon, you conversated about anything, chemistry bouncing back and forth between you both.
You exchanged contact details and soon enough, you was texting each other everyday, all day. You would text each other good morning, ask how classes are going, bitch about the teachers or how much work you had to do.
Felix would send you videos of his dancing and you admire how his body moved and flowed with the beat. He's a natural and you understood why Minho and Hyunjin praise him so often. He would occasionally send you mirror selfies, typically after practise.
You couldn't help but notice how his sweat would cover his skin, hair sticking to his face. You could tell he was – or has been – working out just by looking at his arms. You recalled him saying he would like to work on his body and have Changbin to help, noting that Changbin knew his stuff about the human body and he too, also liked to bulk up.
You sent more photos than videos. You rarely sent selfies, instead sending him photos of your art work. It made you giddy when he complimented your work. No matter how many times you showed him a new piece, he was always stunned by your talent. You thieved of his praises and compliments, it gave you confidence.
You soon started to try new styles of art. Oil paint, pen, digital, even painting with coffee and having a go at animation – all because you wanted to impress Felix.
To the outside world, you two were a mismatch, you didn't seem to fit together. However, you both had much in common and conversation just flowed between you both like melted butter. The more you got to know him, the more time you spent, the more your feelings grew.
You tried to ignore it. You didn't have time for relationships right now, but you caught yourself daydreaming about him in art class causing the teacher to scold you. You'd be checking your phone ever five minutes, think about him day in and day out. He invited you to his dorm, which you said yes. You watched him bake his signature brownies whilst you drew a pencil sketch of him.
Felix noticed and you got instantly shy, anxious and worried that Felix would hate you for drawing him, especially since you didn't ask permission. Instead, Felix was wowed by it, complimenting it over and over again making your ego balloon.
He kept the sketch. He framed it and hung it in his bedroom.
You thrived off the morning messages, they made up your day. You noticed the littlest things about him, like how he would cover his face with his small hands when shy, his ears turning red. How his bottom lip would always stick out when he wanted something. You knew him better than he knew himself and the same could be said about you.
You never mingled with his group though. You did start to speak to Hyunjin a bit more in class and said the occasionally hello to them if you saw them passing by, but that was about it. They knew something was going to happen if it hadn't already, but they kept quiet.
Its Felix's life and what he chooses to do with it, is up to him.
You woke up at 8:30am, the ping of your phone being the first sound your heard. You grabbed your phone, smiling wide as you felt giddy.
sunshine 💛🌻: good morning! i hope you slept well 🥺 you have classes today right? x
you: good morning, lix 😚 i do, sadly ;-; but it is only one and lasts for hour and a half 😁 x
sunshine 💛🌻: so, after class you have a free day? x
you: yeah, why? x
sunshine 💛🌻: meet me in the dining hall at 1? i made cookies for the first time and need an honest opinion. the boys are useless at feedback sometimes 🥲🙄 x
you: haha, oh lix 🤣 ofc i will come and tastes the cookies, which i am sure taste oh so yummy 🤤😋 x
sunshine 💛🌻: yeah yeah. you're just saying that 🤭 just make sure your sweet ass is in the dining hall 😉 x
you: sweet ass? 🤨 dw lix, i'll be there. i get to see you so ofc i'll come down 😚 x
sunshine 💛🌻: smooth (Y/N) 😏 see you soon, gorgeous 🥰💛 x
you: see you soon, lix 😚💛 x
you squealed, locking your phone and giggling like a school girl. you made an effort in getting dressed. styling your hair and wearing clothing no one has seen you in before. You even put on make-up which you rarely did. No normal person would put in this much effort just to taste some cookies, so why are you?
Because you've fallen for him, that's why. Realising that pushing away and ignoring your feelings only made them stronger, you decided to embrace it and accept the fact that you love Felix, more than a friend. It was never going to go away. Felix made you happy so why shouldn't you grab this happiness and embrace it? You deserve to be happy and loved.
Your class went by agonisingly slow, mainly because you kept checking the clock every five seconds. People didn't recognise you at first, thinking you was a new student. When they realised it was you, they were shocked and impressed that you had style. You even got a few compliments which made you feel more confident
When your lesson finally ended, you raced out of there in a heartbeat, speeding to the dining hall where Felix would be waiting for you. The closer you got to the hall, you increasingly became more nervous. nerves and excitement was all you could feel, you felt slightly sick but you wanted to see Felix.
Walking into the dining hall, you looked around and noticed the table Felix and his friends were sitting at, his back to you. You slowly approached them. The closer you approached, the more of their conversation you heard. You stopped as soon as you heard your name, deciding to eavesdrop.
"C'mon man, we all know something is happening between you and (Y/N)!" Changbin exclaimed, determined to get some gossip about the two of you, out off his friend
"Dude! nothing is happening. We're just friends, that's all!" Minho scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Felix, friends-" Minho quoted with his fingers "don't text each other every single day. They don't spend half as much time as you do with her!"
"So?" Felix shrugged "She's good company, nice to be around. She's calm, unlike some people." Felix glared at his friends, laughing.
"Ok, but friends also don't text each other sweet morning messages that end with kisses. We see you Felix, grinning at your phone like a looney." Minho poked Felix's shoulder.
"C'mon man, its nothing that!" Felix protested
"Then what is it like?" Jisung asked. The boys full attention on Felix, interested in his answer. Felix blushed, going shy.
"We're just friends! nothing more. Now stop teasing me!" everyone laughed before falling silent for a few seconds. The silence was broken by Hyunjin.
"What do you two talk about?"
"Mhm, anything really. Why?"
"Well, she doesn't seem like a very interesting person. when we speak, its not super interesting. isnt she like, boring and dull to be around?"
As soon as Felix opened his mouth to say something, you rushed passed him. He noticed, his own heart sinking. He shot Hyunjin a glare before chasing after you. Seungmin and Jeongin took turns in flicking the mans forehead.
Felix dashed after you, calling your name. You hurried to your dorm, ignoring his calls. Your heart shattering into pieces, tears blurring your vision
"(Y/N)! Let m-" You slammed the door in Felix's face. Felix knocked on the door, calling your name over and over again. You ignored him, walking to the bathroom. You washed your make up off and changed back into your simple, comfortable wear.
You felt stupid. Of course Felix wouldn't like someone like you. Of course he finds you boring and dull. Everyone else does, so why wouldn't he? He probably just pitted you, felt sorry for you so he forced himself to hang out with you.
That stung. it stung so much, it made you want to throw up. You deemed yourself as smart, a level headed person so how could you have been so stupid to the truth?!
Was it the truth though? did Felix pity you or did he genuinely enjoy your company? It didn't make sense, none of it makes sense! You hastily wiped your tears from your cheeks, phone pinging.
sunshine 💛🌻: im not leaving until you talk to me. even if i have to camp outside your room. 😶 x
Sighing, you walked to the front door and opening it, walking away as Felix walked inside and closed the door.
"what do you want Felix?" Your tone was cold, emotionless, back turned to Felix so he couldn't gauge your emotions.
"let me explain."
"explain? explain what? that hyunjin is right and that all this time, you just hung out with me because you felt sorry for me? save it Felix, I'm not interested."
"what? no! that's not what i came to say!" Felix walked to you, hand on your shoulder gently. He spun you around to face him. You avoided his gaze by looking at the walls, furniture, paintings.
"If you stayed, you would have known that I was about to defend you. You're not boring or dull. Hyunjin just, doesn't think before he speaks." Felix sighed, running his fingers through his silky black hair.
"but its true." You all but whispered. "i am boring. i am dull. i hear it all the time from people."
"nono, you're not!" Felix lifted your chin up with his hand, forcing you to look at him, his own heart shattering once he say your tear stained cheeks and hurt evident in your eyes. "I've had, the most amazing time with you. you've been a joy to be around, petal. I haven't found your boring, or dull in the slightest!"
you sighed, arms crossed against your chest. you avoided his gaze once again.
"Felix, stop. we're opposites. Oil and water. we don't mix."
"opposites attract though!" Felix sounded hopefully, only for it to be shattered by a single shake of your head.
"no. no felix. not in this case. we don't. I'm just some boring, dull art student who dresses like a plain jane and loves to go for walks, take photos and go to museums. i dont have many friends because it tires me. id rather stay at home and watch a cheesy drama than go and get drunk at a lame, jock party that's filled with people taking drugs and having their cocks sucked!" You paused, looking Felix in his eyes for the first time
"and you? you're some badass guy who isn't afraid of what people think. you tell people to fuck off when they make comments, defend your many friends to the death. I even caught you defend some poor guy who's belongings were being thrown around by a jackass jock! people take one look at you and they're intimidated by you. people want to be you and people want to be with you. were not the same, we never have been!"
By now, you was sobbing. your tears cascading down your cheeks. your heart hurts. it hurts so bad, its suffocating. as much as you love Felix and would love to be with him and call him yours, its not possible. you deluded yourself of this fantasy. Today helped you realise that.
"What are you scared of?" Felix's question took you by surprise.
"what?"
"who cares about how you dress. who cares about if you like to take photos. who cares about that type of stuff, because i don't. in fact, I love that about you. i love your little quirks, i love how i feel when I'm around you. i dont have to pretend to be someone else."
"stop.. this is too much." you shake your head, hands coming to your face, hiding it.
"no! i wont stop! you're cute, adorable, sweet, funny, an absolute dork and very attractive!" You backed away from Felix, back hitting the wall. Heart swelling up with love, making you feel giddy.
You had to protect yourself, protect your heart from anymore heartbreak. you cant allow yourself to be swooned by his sweet talk. you’re opposites. you dont and shouldn't mix, society says so.
Felix gently removed your hands away from your face, cupping your cheeks. His face inches away from yours. "(Y/N), stop running away. you're so special to me. I've been feeling things that I've never felt before and, until now, I'm aware of the fact that - i think i love you."
You shake your head rapidly, unable to process his words. unable to process that your feelings are mutual.
"stop.." you whispered. Felix shook his head.
"no." his lips found their way onto yours. you tensed, a little unsure on what to do. deciding to just, go for it and let your walls down, you cling onto Felix's shirt, lips moving together in a slow and passionate kiss.
the kiss was filled with love for one another. it was tender, slow and made you feel so many butterflies that you felt you was drowning in them. his lips are soft against yours, his touch tender and soothing. fuck what society says, fate decided that you two are made for one another, so who are you to go against fates choice?
"Felix, i cant." You whimpered out. during the kiss, you both somehow managed to strip of all clothing and make your way to the bed. You're currently sprawled out on the sheets, naked and shy whilst Felix is by your side, his lips doing work on your neck whilst his middle and index fingers are thrusting inside you at a steady pace.
"shh baby, i got you. you're doing so well for me." he murmured against you skin, which is now decorated in purple bruises. You clenched around his fingers, your juices coating his digits.
Felix asked if you was a virgin judging by the way you acted so shy whilst stripping. You claimed you wasn't but the last time you did anything sexual with someone was a while ago. "just means i have to take extra special care of you.”
You gripped onto Felix's wrist, his fingers curled inside you as his pace quickened. The sounds of your wet cunt and soft moans bounced off the bedroom walls, making Felix hum
"you make the prettiest sounds for me, petal. you're so precious." You whimpered at his words, his thumb coming to contact with your clit. He applied pressure, rubbing circles on it as your back arched a little, moans in the form of Felix's name rolling off your tongue.
you felt warm, your pussy throbbing as the knot in the pit of your stomach was forming. you dug your nails into his soft skin, leaving marks.
"Felix.." you whimpered out, legs shaking as you tired to delay your orgasm until felix said you could cum
"want to cum?" you nodded fast, eyes pleading as your brows knitted together. "then cum petal. cum around my digits like a good girl."
You groaned out, legs shaking as your walls fluttered around felixs fingers. Felix thrusted his fingers slowly, rubbing lazy circles on your clit, helping you ride out your high. Once calm, Felix removed his fingers and kissed you softly and tenderly, you reciprocating the feelings.
You could feel Felix's hard cock poking the outside of your thigh. You went to reach for it, to relive him when he suddenly grabbed your wrist gently to stop you. You looked at him, confused.
"you dont have to do anything to me, let me care for you. tonight is all about you. besides, you'll have many opportunities to touch me in the future."
Your heart fluttered. so there's going to be more times that you and felix will be doing this type of stuff? You blushed at the thought. Felix shifted onto his knees, between your legs. He reached down and grabbed a condom out off his wallet, tearing it open.
he gave himself a few gentle strokes before rolling the condom on. Grabbing your legs, he pulled you closer to him, tip daring to enter you.
Felix held the base of his cock, teasing and rubbing your entrance before looking at you. "you ready? you absolutely sure you want this?" His voice sincere.
you nodded. "I've never been so sure about something in my life, lix." You smiled before groaning as Felix pushed himself inside you. The stretch burned. Felix leaned over you, weight supported by his arms that was on either side of your head.
"Petal, relax. It's okay. You're okay. im here." Felix planted gentle kisses on your forehead and cheeks, helping you calm down. He was halfway in you before he stopped, allowing you to adjust.
You nodded, feeling yourself relax. "move." you whispered. Felix thrusted into you, movements slow. He scanned your face for any signs of displeasure and when he saw none – when he heard your moans becoming frequent and the grip you have on his biceps – he picked up the pace.
pain turned to pleasure. your body hot, pleasure running through your veins. sweat started to form on your skin, mouth turning dry with the pants and moans. His movements were not slow, but they were not fast either. They held feeling, passion, love.
Felix captured your lips into his in a sloppily, breathless but passionate kiss which you gladly reciprocated. Your hands trailing up his back to his neck, holding the sides. His body was also hot and sweaty, hair sticking to his skin.
You pulled away and looked at the beautiful man above you. His long hair falling past his face, which you tucked behind his ear, showing more of his facial features. You ghosted your finger over his freckles, humming.
"so beautiful, lix." You whispered, causing Felix to blush.
"not as beautiful as you, petal." you clenched around Felix, causing him to groan. "shit.." you smirked at his reaction before your hand travelled down your stomach to your clit. You rubbed circles on it as Felix thrusted into you. your moans mixing with each others, kisses sloppily and lazy.
you felt the knot form in the pit of your stomach for the second time that night. Felix felt it by the way your walls clenched around him. Felix's thrusts soon turned sloppy and uncoordinated, indicating he was also close.
"you close lix? he grumbled, his facial expression desperate. "then cum, lix. don't hold back."
"want to – want to cum with you." He breathed out. You almost lost it at his words, your own high approaching rapidly. Your body tensed up, movement quickened on your clit.
"cum. im going to cum, lix." you cried out.
"together?" You nodded before the knot snapped. Your walls fluttering around felix, his name falling out of your mouth in soft whines and whimpers. Felix's movements stopped, groans escaping his lips as he emptied inside the condom, before shallowly thrusting, helping you both to ride out your highs.
once calm, he slowly pulled out and took the condom off, tying it and throwing it in the trash. he collapsed next to you. he turned to his side, facing you.
"so?" you turned your head, looking at him and humming. "wanna go on a date or something?"
You laughed. "bit backwards, no?" Felix looked at you and blinked "normally, people would go on a date then fuck. not fuck and then date."
Felix blushed, fiddling with his fingers "well, if you don't want to, that's fine too. I understand, especially after what hyunjin said."
You shook your head. "Hyunjin is Hyunjin. You cant control what he says. anyways, Chan seems like the sort of person to scold him so, i’m sure that has happened already."
Felix laughed, agreeing with you. Chan has for sure scolded Hyunjin, making him promise to apologise to you when he next sees you. He also had to stop the two youngsters from flicking his forehead so much.
"but i'd like that lix. i'd like to go on a date with you." you smiled at him as he gave you his big, toothy grin.
"perfect! tomorrow night at 7? meet me at my dorm" You nodded, your heart swelling and bursting with love and joy.
opposites do attract after all.
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Smokin' Hot [M4A] [M!Ares x MC]
Based on @owletowo's doodle of M!Ares in a turtleneck sweater!
Warning: Contains spoilers on appearances.
A/N: Alternative title: I'm simping Owlet's art so hard, her doodling one of the ROs in my game leads to a long snippet of them. :'D
Sometimes, it slips my mind just how attractive my boyfriend can be.
Especially in a sleeveless turtleneck, leather jacket and fingerless gloves.
There’s photographers, make-up artists and backdrop handlers running back and forth. It’s an environment I never thought I’ll be in.
And, if I’m being honest, this is making my introvert self all the more nervous.
And Ares seems to agree with me, considering how he had been quite annoyed of being chosen to model for Evana, Mythos’s main designer.
“Okay, that’s a good shot! This should be enough.”
“Finally.” Ares’s expression hardens as he practically rips the cigarette out of his mouth, disgust visible on his masculine face before he turns to Hermes. “How the fuck do you deal with this shit?”
Hermes, amused, snickers at his friend’s plight. “It takes the edge off for me.”
“Not from how I took it.” Ares grimaces. “Tastes like eating raw wasabi.”
I probably would have asked for the backstory for that one. But my mind and eyes keep wandering over to that tight-fitting turtleneck on him, the way it details the shape of his abs and how the bare muscles of his arms flex with each movement.
The sight would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the group of models at the corner of my eyes.
There’s a party of four in one corner. Two males, two females – all fabulously beautiful, one would say. I recognize them from various other magazines, something about upstart models or up and coming stars.
And right now, all of them are glancing at our direction with such doe-eyed expressions.
I tear my eyes away from the sight and scowl.
I’m just grateful I have my wrap glasses on to avoid the windows popping up; As a model, they’re bound to have Instagram accounts and half-truth information about them.
It’s like seeing spam all around them.
“[Name]?”
I blink out of my thoughts and feel heat rising to my cheeks upon realize Ares staring at me, up close and personal.
“O-Oh. Sorry.” I blink, my heart beating like a drum.
“You doin’ alright?” Ares places a hand on my shoulder. Despite the hoodie I chose to put on, creating a thick barrier of fabric between his hand and my skin, I can still feel the warmth of his palm against me. I swallow, my mouth a little dry.
“Ye…Yeah, I’m…I’m good.”
Ares gives a thoughtful stare for a moment, then he lifts his hand and gestures to the direction of the dressing room. “I’m gonna change and then we can get the fuck out. You good with that?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I’m all for it.” I already feel the need to get home already. “Take your ti-”
My words cut off from his lips against mine, deep and hard enough to make my head tilt back slightly. The assertive move forces my eyes to widen, then they begin to close from Ares stroking my lower lip with his tongue in permission for entry. My eyes are halfway closing by the time I part my lips the slightest bit.
Ares tackles that chance, filling my mouth with the taste of his tongue and saliva.
“Mmph...!” I reach up to clutch onto one of his sleeves, torn between pulling him closer to consume further in the kiss or tug it in a pathetic attempt to pull him away.
Though the latter is starting to be less and less tempting…
Ares pulls away and I, in my dazed state, lean in as if to catch that kiss again. I don’t even realize my fingers tugging him to come back until I hear him chuckle, making me blink for a moment before warmth courses up to my face.
I almost apologize for my actions, but Ares beats me to it with a stroke of his hand against my cheek and a low murmur that leaves a rumble in his voice.
“Sooner you let me go change,” he leans in again, this time to ghost his lips along the edge of my cheek, “sooner we can continue where we left off. Okay?”
My short-circuiting brain manages to restart enough cells for me to respond with a nod. A wide smile spreads Ares’s face.
“That’s my cadet.” He finally pulls back, but the impressionable heat still lingers with me. “I’ll catch you later.”
I don’t even pull my eyes away from Ares as I watch him make his way to the dressing room. A sense of satisfaction fills me when I see the modelling group gawking, probably unable to believe an attractive man like Ares would get on with me.
I privately smirk to myself.
“Jesus, I’m so glad I’m riding with Dionysus out of here.” Hermes pipes up with an exasperated tone, which leads to me finally realizing Ares and I didn’t come here alone…which also leaves my cheeks burning hotly with embarrassment. I turn to him.
“I-Sorry.”
“As if.” Hermes flashes me a rebellious grin. “Don’t play the innocent act with me.” He leans back in his seat, his golden locks rustling from the movement. “If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t be all happy about showing off your relationship with Ares.”
I swallow, nervously. “Was I that obvious?”
“Obvious?” Hermes laughs. “I think even Zeus would catch your sour mood.”
Which is translation for even an absolutely blind person can see it.
I give out a sigh, mainly to expel the heat against my cheeks. “Speaking of Zeus,” I look around the place. “Where is he?”
Hermes rolls his eyes. “Probably helping Evana in measuring and cutting the fabric. And seeing how Dionysus is helping out the staff out of the goodness of his heart, it’ll be a while before I get a ride back to base.”
“Do you want to hitch a ride with me and Ares then?”
“Nah.” Hermes waves a hand at me. “I plan to check out the tech around here to make sure nothing’s wrong. Besides, I’ll probably end up getting in between your opportunity to stake your claim on him.”
The vermillion heat courses back up to my face again. Damn it, I just got it back down!
“We’re not that shameless.”
Hermes scoffs. “Tell me that when you’re not openly drooling over Ares in any outfit that isn’t showing off his muscles.”
I groan and don’t even bother with trying to deny him. Knowing Hermes, he’ll have a way to poke me again and it’ll just backfire on me spectacularly.
So we sit side by side, watching the photographers and models conversing with each other. After a few minutes of silence, Hermes pipes up with a conversation, which is rare in and of itself.
“You’re lucky Ares is into that.”
I blink. “Into what?”
“You being jealous.” Hermes crosses one leg over the other. “He most likely finds it hot.”
“And…you know this how?”
At this, Hermes has a look of scepticism. “You’re joking, right?”
“Joking about what?”
Hermes opens his mouth in preparation to respond…But he ends up looking up and grins. “Well, well, you sure changed fast.”
I turn my head around to find Ares standing behind me. Though he’s still wearing the sleeveless turtleneck, he has a dark red wool jacket with a faux fur collar on and the leather, ripped jeans is exchanged for the casual dark blue jeans.
He shrugs. “Evana said I can keep the turtleneck and consider it a gift.”
“A gift for you or a gift for [Name]?”
The implication is enough for me to stand up. “Well, I think it’s about time we get going, right?”
“Oh, of course, of course. I’m sure you two have important plans in mind.”
It takes every fibre of my being to not look at Hermes; I’m certain he’s grinning like the cat that caught the canary right now.
~ ~ ~
“So, is this a regular occurrence?”
Ares and I are riding the elevator down for the parking lot. After passing by
“Nah.” Ares answers casually. “Evana rarely calls on for our help. Only reason why they would now is probably because of you.”
Well, can’t say I’m surprise if that’s the reason; Evana has always wanted me to model their fashion collection. Something about me possessing a ‘rare charm’?
“I’m just surprise Evana asked you to model this time. You look pretty natural.”
“Ha!” Ares shakes his head. “Far from it. I’m used to doing the model thing ‘cause Evana had me help out from time to time when I was younger. Still felt like I’m being hunted though, so I can’t say I enjoy the attention.” Then he glances at me, which a smirk plays on his lips. “Well, unless the one hunting me is looking to be hunted in the end.”
I clear my throat at that, my eyes trying to face forward. But I can tell from the side, where one wall of the elevator reflects back at us, that Ares is enjoying my reaction. “Down, boy.” I tell him helplessly, knowing such a comment only has the opposite effect.
The elevator finally stops and opens the doors. We step out, going through the room and then out of the doors to the large parking lot. We only take a turn to walk down before Ares asks me.
“What about you?”
I raise a brow at him. “What about me?”
“You ever done the whole modelling gig or hang out with the popular groups?”
I cringe. “No thanks. I rather go out and get myself into a fight or two than spend three hours to let someone do make up and hair for some short-lived photography.” I scan the parking lot for familiar hints of the direction we’re going, make sure we’re on our way, before turning back to Ares. “Plus, they’re not my type of crowd.”
“Really?”
I raise a brow at the shock in his voice. “Why do you sound so surprise?”
Ares frowns. “That’s ‘cause…” His steps slow to a stop. And he stares.
I stop as well and wait for him to continue. When it’s clear he isn’t, I ask. “‘Cause…?”
Ares’s eyelids lower, an unknown gaze in them. But I feel a sort of heat from it. I’m not sure if it’s excitement or worry that courses to me. Then Ares turns to facing the front and starts walking again. “Never mind. It ain’t that important.”
“What?” I ask, flabbergasted. I run to catch up with him. “You can’t just ask all shock and then leave me high and dry about the reason!”
Ares looks over his shoulder just as I’m right behind him. He has a smirk on his face, much more natural than when he had been behind the camera. “I can leave you high but definitely not dry.”
The suggestive tone in his voice ignites a burst of flames upon my face. My voice box just seems to combust from the image in my head. Ares has stop walking but he still sprouts that smug expression.
Regaining my senses, I finally notice the car within our sight. I don’t let him see my face by stomping past him, keeping my face down. “L-Let’s...! Let’s just go home!”
A laugh leaves him, rumbly and deep.
It’s enough for my whole body to shiver with glee.
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Ares's P.O.V
Ares watches you walk away, sighing through his nose.
He probably should have told you why he was shocked about your answer, that he can’t see you as anything but everything beautiful in the world. But the idea of telling you about what the models talked about you is enough to shackle his possessive need, especially after seeing how hard you had glared at them.
He could tell it had been jealousy – after all, he was jealous too from heightening his hearing and overhearing what the models gossiped about.
“Did you see the guy in that turtleneck? He looks so good.”
“Yeah, but what about the one in the hoodie?”
“Oh, the one next to him?”
“Yeah! They look so good in casual. Imagine how they would look in a sleeveless turtleneck.”
“Fuck, don’t you start! I’m already picturing them in that new swimwear collection next summer…”
A growl rumbles in his throat at the memory, his gaze narrowing. Like fuck he’ll let them get that sight.
But what confuses him more is the fact you don’t seem to notice.
It was either you’re oblivious of the infatuation and admirers you got, or you’re pretending not to. But judging by the strong scowl on your face, you might be misunderstanding something.
Given how the models kept glancing in your direction, Ares can draw one conclusion.
He had resisted the urge to kiss you then. That’s fucking adorable.
Then what one of the models said next threw that resistance out of the god damn cliff and into an inferno.
“I think I’ll ask for their number. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
And how wrong that model was. He doesn’t even bother trying to know which model – to him, any of them in that little group of theirs is looking to approach you. The amount of smug pride he had when he walk past the models’ shocked expressions to the dressing room was exponentially massive.
He runs his tongue along the top row of his teeth subtly, his icy blue orbs glinting at the memory of your dazed eyes and your fingers trembling against the sleeve of the jacket.
Those models were running their mouth off, but they definitely left Ares the idea of you in a sleeveless turtleneck, with the leather jacket halfway down their arms. Then there’s the skinny jeans, fingerless gloves too.
Until that image shifts to you being under him, panting and arching your back, making that turtleneck tighten up-
“You coming?”
Ares looks at you, seeing the curious gaze and oblivious beauty that you don’t seem to realize, dressed in their comfortable hoodie and casual pants. He chuckles and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, much to your confusion.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m comin’.”
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high school sweethearts ʚ♡ɞ han jisung
han jisung x reader.
genre — fluff.
about — in which you and han jisung are polar opposites.
note — wrote this to motivate my han biased friend to do her fucking assignment. @ariesfiey love u. also this is set in malaysia!!!
han jisung is insufferable.
for one, he doesn't know how to shut his mouth up. he babbles and babbles, to the point where you'd feel like plastering his mouth together. he chirps every morning he walks into class, all toothy-smiled. it makes you sick. how could someone be so handsome happy to go to class?
he greets everyone a good morning — in a sing-song tone specially for you. every morning you'd give him the same response. something along the lines of: "my morning is ruined because of you." he never takes offense — simply sticks his tongue out at you and skips away.
he won't stop bothering you. he bothers you for answers of yesterday's mathematics homework, to back him up for being tardy, to let him copy off you for that one important malay language test. jisung asks you all of these while waving a lollipop in front of your face — "this is all i have right now but i promise i'll treat you to one plate of roti canai and a mug of grape-flavoured extrajoss after school."
sometimes jisung texts you late at night to ask you for the homework. it doesn't matter how long you ghost him. he will spam you until he sees "y/n is typing. . ." at the top of the screen.
he can't seem to quit it with his ridiculous jokes either. he'll repeat a knock-knock joke over and over until you laugh — or at least crack a small smile. he's the cutest most annoying when he receives a reaction out of you too — he'll turn smiley and overly happy for the rest of the day.
he wouldn't quit the staring. the boy would stare at you with googly eyes in class, spacing out while he admires the side of your face. he'd think about how pretty you are, not realizing the teacher calling out his name until a chalk flies and hits him on the forehead. he'd sheepish smile then, muttering an apology and pretending he didn't notice the deathly glare you'd send him.
han jisung is insufferable, but he's your favourite insufferable person in the whole wide world.
the raven's a polar opposite of you. you, the class rep, the honour student — and han jisung, the class clown, the tardy boy. many people would say that the combination of you and him doesn't make sense but your classmates would disagree. you compliment each other, like the way stars would decorate a dark sky.
you're always early to class. the first one to enter, when he's the last. though that's how it works with the two of you, you always find a surprise under your desk the first thing in the morning. jisung makes it a routine to slip a note, a bar of chocolate — anything under your table everyday before he leaves the class.
your seat's at the front while his is at the back, making it hard for him to poke your waist with a pencil all the time but it's okay. he uses it as an opportunity to stare at you or to fly a paper airplane to you. jisung has mastered the art of making paper airplanes — learnt how to make it fly straight to your direction. he has a pink pen in his pencil case too — specifically to write notes on the paper airplanes for you. there are times when he'd simply pass a note around until it reaches you. it's risky — there's always a potential the teacher will catch him but again, it's okay. it's okay as long as he gets to catch a glimpse of a grin on your pretty face.
you're constantly the victim of his antics, and it's embarrassing. it's embarrassing how he'd show off the passport sized picture of you in his wallet. he'll flip open his leather wallet and showcase the picture around the classroom like some type of trophy. everytime he puts his phone on his friends' table, he ensures his friends will see the polaroid of the both of you in his phone case. the action would earn whistles and you'd turn beet red, mumbling for him to stop. how could he when he merely wants to show off his pretty darling?
han jisung is insufferable, but at the end of the day, he's your high school sweetheart.
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hello! could i request lisa, ningguang, yae miko, beidou, and ei x reader but their realities are switched? they're in the real world and reader is a character in genshin impact. would they pull for reader? reaction to reader's teaser/trailer, ect. i hope this isn't too much hope you have a great day :D
Would She pull for You if You Were a Character?
(Irl!AU Roles Reversed)
Characters: Lisa, Ningguang, Yae Miko, Beidou, Raiden Shogun x gn!reader
Warnings: None
A/n: You guys already know I’m a pure sucker for Irl AUs <3 this one in particular I feel is a really interesting headcanon just cause my sole reason to pull for characters aren’t because their kits or anything but cause I think they’re pretty
• Lisa is the lazy type, she doesn’t speed run events or farm for chests. She lets her primogems pill up until she finds a specific cutie that catches her eye. However whenever a cutie is released, she goes crazy for them, prefarming and everything for their materials.
• Your character in particular was teased many months prior to your release date. Just your character design awkwardly t-posing without animations was all she needed for Lisa to know who she was pulling for next. From that point on, she wouldn’t pull for any character/weapon unless it was you.
It was three minutes until the previous banner disappeared and yours would make an appearance. Lisa had exactly nine ten pulls, just enough to pull you, but not enough if she happened to lose the 50/50. She was relaxed in her chair however, her head resting in the palm of her hand which was balanced on her wooden desk. Not a sign of anxiety, she was determined that you two were fate, you were bound to belong to her.
Two minutes left until your banner was released, she licked her lips as she looked at your teasers from Twitter on her phone. She practically had hearts in her eyes, as she prepared herself. She found herself analyzing every detail of your character on your official character art until the banner switched.
She wasted no time pressing the 10 pull option, she was confident that she didn’t even need all 90 of her wishes. Her eyes illuminated as the blue color of the screen faded from a purple color for a split second to a golden arch. “Fufufu~” she let out. She knew it was fate.
Just three left clicks of her mouse was all it took to see you appear in a 2D form, she just had to take a picture to flex on Jean. She spammed through the other seven wishes, spiraling around your character as she looked at your 3D model that was already placed in her empty party.
She had waited three long months for your character, excited to scroll through your friendship level one voice lines, even the smooth animations that you did whenever you completed an attack combo. Her love for Genshin was reestablished as she farmed for your artifact set for the next three months.
btw she def took your character to that ladder spot in Mondstadt where the characters walk up it slowly to the beat of that tiktok, iykyk. She just couldn’t control herself.
• Ningguang is that stinky rich girl everyone was jealous of. Everyone thought she was daddy’s money but in reality, she just invested her money wisely. That meant you better believe she’s a Giga whale. Genshin is just a hobby for her however, she would only really play every once in a while.
• That was until she saw a teaser of the newest character on Twitter. She’s never felt so hyped for a character, she was less invested in your playstyle and kit and more in your character design. Yes, your abilities were a perk, but she was focused on many different assets.
Ningguang sighed as she stared at her grand total of 11 accumulated wishes. Knowing her luck in gacha games she knew she wouldn’t be able to pull you with that small amount. Because of this, she tapped her heavy, thick, black express card on her glass desk anxiously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears as she crossed her legs.
She bit her lip while she stared at your banner, even if the gods didn’t want you two to be united she would fight against all odds with all her copious amounts of money. With a single click of her mouse, she pulled her ten pull, the star unsurprisingly gleaming purple. She grunted “Just my luck,” before skipping her rewards and immediately going to the shop.
Buying just enough for 80 pulls, she took a deep breath. She would go insane if she had lost the 50/50, preparing for such a circumstance nonetheless. Her eyes rolled all the way back in her skull as she spent each wish to no avail. It really made her hit hard pity as she groaned once again.
The gold star not even phasing her as she was severely disappointed that it felt like she was getting scammed by Hoyoverse. When your player card appeared in bright colors she was practically ripping her golden-hued hair out, secretly hoping if anything that she would have left over wishes for a single constellation.
Regardless she spent the next hour smirking at your 3D model in satisfaction. Watching your idle animations and your voice lines. Getting ultimate satisfaction as she clicked ‘e’ to watch your abilities. It wasn’t long till she found herself staring at your weapon banner, thinking about topping up again just because. “It would look quite weird to put a four-star weapon on a five-star wouldn’t it hmm,” she mumbled to herself while she pictured you wielding a weapon that perfectly fit your aesthetic.
• Yae Miko was interested in everything about the game. She rolled for whoever was cute, beneficial for her team, or just cause she liked seeing big numbers. Whenever Hoyoverse made their characters cute, strong, and interesting, that was a win-win in her book.
• When your character was released, whether you were meant to be a DPS, support, or healer, she was determined to pull for you. Impressing others, big numbers, her financial situation, nothing mattered anymore. Your character design alone was enough to entice her to pull for you.
Since your banner was teased three months prior to your actual run, she made sure she had an adequate amount of wishes for at least one copy of you. She had prepped for months, regardless of who gets a rerun or who was announced within the time that it took for you to release. She had exactly 180 wishes, ready for that small chance that she was super unlucky and hit hard pity and lose the 50/50 simultaneously.
Her sharp nails tapped against the desk in stress, with her saved wishes and scheming she was confident that you’d be finally hers. It was the matter of how many copies she could pull of you, if you were both strong at C1 and cute it would mean the world to her.
She took a deep breath, as she clicked the 10 pull option. The wishing session began, she even had your theme music playing in the background. She firmly believed in manifestation, even going to an area on the map that meant significant importance to your character. Lastly, she had her fourth spot open just for you to auto-join her party, the other three members were characters that you interact with frequently.
All of these rituals would create the perfect conditions for you to come home to mama. To no surprise however, her first 50 wishes were to no avail, only pulling copies of the four-stars and occasional weapons. When she finally hit soft pity she began getting anxious. “Don’t be difficult with me little one,” she mumbled. Biting her lips she clenched her legs together in anticipation.
She must’ve been at least 70 wishes in to pull at least one copy of you. She had to take a breather before going after constellations, spiraling the screen around your avatar. She admired your hit animations, your elemental skills, and your voice lines. She’d probably even take you to a hilichurl camp at level one just to get one shot on accident in a world level eight with no hope and less than 500 hp.
• Beidou isn’t rich or anything, but she is definitely a whale. She plays Genshin like it’s a new pokemon game, she has to collect them all or she doesn’t feel complete. She might even stream her pulls on twitch for all three of her loyal viewers, Ningguang, Kazuha, and Xinyan.
• Beidou hadn’t been genuinely excited for a character in a while. But when your kit was released, your talent scaling, your constellations, she just had to C6 R5 you. She doesn’t make the rules, it was already determined the moment you released she’d drop 800 on the game.
Beidou focused as she proceeded to purchase $500 worth of genesis crystals. Unless she was extremely lucky, it wouldn’t be enough to C6 R5 you. She wanted at least all of your constellations, and if lucky two refinements of your signature weapon. She smiled at her webcam as she prepared herself by going to her lucky corner of the map.
She had pulled all her characters in one specific spot, strategies were nothing without a little bit of preparation and rituals. Her viewership consistied of Ningguang spamming in the chat about how ridiculously stupid and financially incompetent she was, Kazhua praying for her, and Xinyan gassing her up. As Beidou smirked at Ningguang’s rage she pulled up the wishing screen. “Watch this sugar plum,” she said as calmly and collected as possible.
She clapped her hands together once before shouting “Okay!” as a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead from the combination of nerves and humidity. She gripped her mouse in determination like it was some scene from the movies, ready to speed run through all the wishes.
It didn’t take long for her to blast through 100 wishes by pressing the skip button. Maybe if she continued another minute or two for another 100 she would be counting down her luck as she continued to hit soft pity. Regardless of if she took you up to C6 or not she at least had one copy. Switching her agenda towards the weapon banner.
She prayed for herself, genuinely hoping she would not have to top up again, financial stability wasn’t a problem for her. It was just the teasing Ningguang in her chat that she’d have to deal with the next month if she didn’t hit her goals. Whatever the case was she exited the wishing screen, admiring your character’s idle animations before she continued to wish. “Look at this beauty eh?” she bragged with a big smile.
• Ei probably plays Genshin because Miko forced her to. She doesn’t really have any real passion for video games, let alone Genshin Impact. Because of this, she doesn’t really farm for any primogems, wishing whenever she gets exactly 160 because she lacks the patience.
• Ei probably pulled you on accident, she was unintentionally building pity throughout the many banners only for yours to land exactly on the 90 wish hard pity mark. Miko saw how beneficial you’d be on Ei’s team so she forced her to build you. It wasn’t until she realized how cool your character was that she actually began caring for the game.
Ei sat up in her bed lazily as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, a scowl on her face when she received a text message from her dearest friend Yae Miko to hop on Genshin Impact. Such a tedious game she felt, how pointless to farm this digital form of currency. Nonetheless, Ei searched for the Paimon insignia application on her phone, accepting the unusually fast world join request from her friend Miko.
Rolling her eyes deeply as she immediately hounded Ei to complete her commissions, even forcing her to turn them in for rewards to that strange Katheryne lady. Once she had seen that she collected exactly 160 of the star currency she ignored all of Miko’s petty teasings. Not hesitating to click on the limited banner and spend the single wish.
A single blue light shined on her screen, quickly turning a golden hue. “Huh?” She mumbled to herself, she’d pulled five stars before, but didn’t care much. Miko probably cared more now that she thought about it. It didn’t take her long before she changed her second party member, your character popping out of the blue.
Miko wasted no time facetiming Ei, only to receive her cold-hearted ignorance and a swipe up to ignore the buzzing notification. Ei didn’t understand the commotion, but she supposed your character was kind of cool. When your splash art flashed on her screen she would be in lying if she said her heart didn’t pound in momentary excitement.
Miko kept spamming her with calls, texts alike, in-game trying to explain the hype of what exactly she had just pulled. Upon hearing the confirmation that she needed from Miko, she used all the on-hand materials she had to level you up, your talents, your weapon. Even searching online the best artifact set for you, locations for your ascension materials. “Help me with the talent-book domain,” Ei typed, ignoring all of Miko’s cries in the chat.
#lisa x reader#ningguang x reader#yae miko x reader#Beidou x reader#raiden shogun x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#lisa minci#Ningguang#yae miko#beidou#raiden shogun
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This is gonna be long, so if you don't have the time to read it, it's cool, I'll summarise it like this:
I think I'm back. Kinda. Expect some blasts of Hol Horse fanart that I missed sharing here since November 2023 (if you followed my Twitter/X, you might have seen them)
Okay, I know excuses can be bad but here's mine to kinda justify my absence.
I admit that I had been feeling depressed with what's happening in P@lest1ne for the past 6 months, because I had never seen it happening in real time, in videos and interviews. 20+ years ago, anything about them came in the form of stories from actual P@lest1nians whom I had the privilege to meet during my volunteer work in school, and newspaper articles from local publishers. Our local broadcasters still chant FTRTTS whenever they talk about them. But the real-time atrocities and the aftermath really got me hard. I'm not one to shy away from real-life gore - true crime is my go-to documentary whenever I'm relaxing - but what's happening there - the injustice, the brutality, the depravity - can be too much for me to bear.
I'm not saying I'm used to it by now...I still hear my heart break with every dead and hungry child I see on my screen, but at the same time, I feel a bit more hopeful. Mainly because I believe in the P@lest1nians' faith and resilience, and I believe in mine.
Apart from world events, on a personal level, my company moved to a new building in December, about an extra 30 minutes drive away from my home, so I was almost on a blackout from online stuff back then. Didn't even touch the 1 Day 1 Hol Horse challenge (but thankfully they are done now...will share them later). The move-out was done around the end of January 2024, and then I got busy again with work in February. Work had been very hectic because everything had been disorganised since the move. Even now, we don't really have internet in the new building and had to use our phone data for that.
Wanted to get back last month, but delayed it until today because my cat was sick with cancer. My cat, little Vee, whom I had for 12 years, just passed 2 days ago, 1 day before my birthday ;-;
Anyway, all that said, I think I'm ready to be back now on tumblr. I know I missed a lot of drawings that I kinda promised myself to finish (like the Halloween Hol), and also posting the 1 Day 1 Hol Horse doodles. I missed other people's Hol Horse and HolPol fanart as well. I also have a few thoughts I wanted to share of our favourite JoJo cowboy too...
So in the next few hours, I'll be doing just that. I apologise for the massive spam that's about to come beforehand. Just note that if you cannot wait for the fanart blast, you're welcomed to dig for them on my Twitter/X.
On current notes, I'm in the middle of doing The Emperor Month Challenge. Basically, Hol Horse with the other Part 3 characters. I missed 2 days now, but I'll be catching up. This will be on until the end of this month.
For now, I won't be doing requests/art trades because I wanna start drawing for my JoJo OCs. I have been neglecting them for months.
Hopefully the depression will simmer down. The world is a mess, and I'm trying to soldier on.
Oh, and to my Muslim followers, Happy Eid-ul-Fitr. ♥
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ITS ME ITS ME IM GLONK
I HAVE ANOTHER SIREN IDEA
So: i was learning about art forgery earlier this year, and my professor was mentioning how because of the elitism in the art world, some artists are forced to turn to forgery because no one will pay large amounts of money for art that doesn't have a famous name/history attached to it. SO they'll copy other people's artstyles and say they found this "Leonardo Da Vinci" work in some abandoned attic somewhere and sell it (now obviously because DaVinvi is so famous, it would be pretty hard to sell that lie, but you know what I mean. maybe a buttersworth painting. idk).
...And you can launder money with art forgeries: somebody could buy a forgery with money achieved through nefarious means (dirty money), then resell it for the same (or a higher) price. Now they have the same amount/more money, but it was achieved through legitimate means so its harder to track down/make a case against it in court.
Anyway: The Syndicate catches some broke ass college student on their territory, but they are a damn quick thinker and say that they have connections in crime to spare themselves. The student tells them that they have contact with this guy Anonymous, who provides art forgeries that the Syndicate can then sell and keep their money trail clean (especially useful, when in their civilian disguise. all that money is suspicious...). What the student ISN'T telling them is that they aren't just the middleman for Anonymous' works, they ARE Anonymous (because, if the Syndicate got sick of them and knew that there was only just one person involved in the business, they could just kill that one person. But if they think there's multiple, they'd have to keep the student alive to get to Anonymous).
Maybe Siren finds out that its the student who is doing the paintings, and they bond over their artistic interests; him being a musician, them being a painter.
Or, ALTERNATE SCENARIO: There IS a mafia that the Syndicate is dealing with, and the mafia agrees to set them up with one of their greatest contributors. Obviously Siren is sent to talk with this mysterious associate-- since he's very persuasive-- and instead of finding some shady, powerful crimelord, he finds a worn out, paint-splattered college student wearing J O R T S in a shitty apartment. they don't even react when they see him they're just used to it at this point.
i might un-anonymize myself soon idk
GLONK YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE OH MY GOD
firstly, always feel free to spam my inbox with ideas, they make me happy to see and i love coming home or having a minute to read through them and reading it like the daily paper, it’s my favorite part of the day
secondly!!!!! AHHHH okay the whole thing abt hiding the fact that this broke college student is actually like an amazing art dealer and like potentially dangerous is so juicy. like
student: “yeah, Anonymous is crazy. they once stabbed someone and used their blood to sign a painting because it was the only color they could get to match a specific red tone that Van Gogh used” knowing damn well it was actually their own blood because they cut their finger opening up a box of new paints, causing the red to splatter on the floor
siren: “wow… this Anonymous person must be dangerous. how are you so calm around them? not to sound rude… but you dont strike me as the fighting type”
student: *think fast think fast, i cant let them know i make most of the forgeries or that i am Anonymous* “we’re lovers”
siren: “what.”
i feel like techno would be the first one to figure it out, and wilbur would be dead last. techno knew the minute he met you but just kept quiet about it, phil realized when he monitored your activity for a day and noticed how you’d be mimicking famous artists, tommy realized because student told him, and wilbur didn’t believe it for a second until he literally showed up to a meeting Anonymous had set up, watched as they tried to kidnap them, resulting in their mask being knocked off and siren was like OH FUCKIN SHIT OH NO
but i also love the second alternate part bc siren’s heard all these stories about anonymous’s ability to replicate artists exactly and how skilled they are, and then student opens the door and is just like “okay. siren is here. totally normal.”
siren’s like “i need you to do something for me”
student just scoffs “yeah? you’re going to have to wait, i have to finish a painting for my niece. she asked me to paint her favorite barbie doll” fully serious and siren is just like ??????? and considers using his voice but is just curious and wants to watch you work so just sits back and watches.
also LOVE the concept of the anteater paintings. wilbur is just staring around in anger and annoyance and student is just there, grinning evilly and watching bc they know he wont say anything about it so it’s funny.
#mar talks#glonk :3#glonk you know an awful lot about art theft…..#also im on vacation for another few days so while i cant respond much#PLEASE spam my inbox#i love reading all this#siren wilbur soot#wilbur soot x reader
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Ichigang and their Animal Crossing Islands
Currently spamming the Dondoko Island mini-game and it’s giving me ultimate Animal Crossing vibes, so here’s headcanons on the Ichigang and their Animal Crossing: NH islands. Short and sweet cos it’s kind of a dumb idea ✨
Also I’ve got my last few requests drafted and hopefully ready to post soon, so if you wanna send in some more headcanon requests please doooo, I could do with the inspo 💕
Ichiban:
Ichi’s island would be pretty chaotic, to be honest. There’s just random items dropped all over the island, from where his pockets got too full, or he’ll even just intentionally place random pieces of furniture somewhere and thinks it looks great, but it does not.
Hasn’t quite got the hang of landscaping or terraforming, so there’s just random cliffs and rivers/ponds dotted about everywhere. The layout makes no sense.
He probably has his character dressed up in a hero costume or outfit.
Also gets very attached to his villagers, and nearly cries when one of them even suggests moving away.
Nanba:
Does not care about his island at all, and couldn’t give a shit about what it looks like. There’s just weeds and buried fossils everywhere, and his house is still un-decorated.
Never interacts with his villagers, but does think it’s funny when he accidentally hits them over the head with the bug net when hunting creepy crawlies.
Speaking of catching bugs, he is surprisingly into the bug hunting and fishing. He has probably caught almost all of them, and visits the museum daily to just admire his collection.
Took him ages to catch the scorpion, as it kept stinging him. He almost rage quit the game.
Adachi:
He literally has no idea what he is doing. He’s terrible at the game. His island is full of weeds, and his fish, bug, fossil and art collection is almost non-existent.
He likely started the game, got confused and switched it off, and forgot about it for ages. When he eventually did log back on, his house was infested with cockroaches, and he just never bothered to get rid of them.
Sometimes visits Nanba’s island, and their characters just chill in the museum together watching all the critters and fishes.
Saeko:
Saeko has the prettiest, most aesthetic island ever. It’s full of flowers, is so organised, and probably has a full on theme that she closely follows. She has fully upgraded her house, and all the furniture and rooms match perfectly.
She honestly gets so offended when an ‘ugly’ villager moves in, and she immediately kicks them out.
Her museum collection isn’t that full, as she sells all of her fishes, bugs, etc. Her priority is earning bells, so she can buy decorations and furniture for her island, and make it as pretty as possible.
Joon-Gi:
The most stylish Animal Crossing character you have ever seen. He changes his outfit every day, and chooses his characters clothes so carefully. His entire island and home is also very aesthetic, and he’s secretly very proud of it.
Joon-Gi has likely almost completed all the fishing, fossil and bug collections, but he keeps getting ripped off by Redd with the artwork. He gets so mad when it happens and Blathers declines his donation.
He would actually be pretty good at the game, and is always so smug when people visit his Island and are blown away by how it looks.
Zhao:
He has purposely made both his island and his character look dumb as fuck, because he finds it funny. He also keeps all the ‘ugly’ villagers, to match the silly vibes.
Follows his villagers around and hits them over the head with the bug net until they get mad at him. He finds it hilarious.
Visits his friends islands and quotes memes or writes funny yet rude messages on their notice boards, but doesn’t tell them. He waits for them to find the messages themselves. It could be a few days to a week later, and he’d get a message from one of his friends like ‘why did you leave this on my noticeboard you weirdo’. Both Joon-Gi and Saeko have banned him from visiting their aesthetic and organised islands because of this.
#ryu ga gotoku#yakuza like a dragon#yakuza 7 headcanons#yakuza like a dragon headcanons#yakuza headcanons#tianyou zhao#joon gi han#joongi han#ichiban kasuga#adachi koichi#saeko mukoda#yu nanba
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The state of my inbox, requests, the queue and four-way poll updates
Please quit spamming my inbox. If you would like to add to the discourse regarding anything on the blog. For instance the one piece art style debate or why does Gojo keep losing? Please comment or reblog don't spam my inbox because at the moment there's so much junk in it relating to the discourse that I struggle to find the request for the polls I'm supposed to make. So while I sort through all the junk. I'm not making the polls so that's just going to delay the request opening back up even longer.
Right now I'm kind of debating on whether or not I need to just shut off ask completely because some people are abusing the privilege. Because at the moment there is more stuff in my inbox than when I originally closed the request. Plus most of it isn't even poll request anymore. It's random questions about are certain cartoons going to be allowed and crap about the one piece and Gojo debates
Again, I do this blog for fun. I run this blog by myself and I have a job and a life outside of it. And I want to get through this batch of requests Because I know next time I open up the request box there will be a lot more variety since I have almost triple the follower count. And that means less one piece for all the people that complain because the queue is about 80% one piece and their requests are about 50% one piece. However, I'm not adding new one piece polls to the queue at the moment so that ratio might change
So the person who suggested character cooldowns that just isn't feasible because I got one piece polls that have been in the queue since January. Because I just hit shuffle on the queue a couple times to make sure there isn't going to be too many one piece polls everyday before the polls start posting. Because depending on how many polls post each day you're going to get at least 2 to 4 one piece poll everyday at least for the foreseeable future I am trying to add more variety But with the state of the queue and the request box this is what we're getting until I can open it up again.
On to the topic of four-way polls, I know I've got a bunch of questions about them
For future reference, when it comes to four-way polls, it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission because I don't think this person even bothered to ask. They just sent in the request and I already had all the photos so I was more willing to say yes. But if it's ridiculous and I have to hunt down four photos specifically for one poll because it's super niche characters, I'm probably going to say no. But if I already have all the photos saved because I've done polls for the characters before I'm more likely to say yes. Or maybe you send in the photos. But finding the photos is the hardest part of making the polls. So far there's only been four four-way polls requested so far. Still not done. Going through the request box there could be more.
So if you want to try to get me to do five and six way polls by just sending it in and hoping for the best. Maybe you'll catch me in a good mood but I might say no. As long as everyone understands that anything more than three, no guarantee it will be made you are welcome to try
I hope this made sense. It kind of was a bit of a rant But hopefully this clarifies a lot of the questions and issues that have been brought up the past couple of days
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I live! And I'm writing a fic
Hello, everyone! :) I've re-started the process of moving this blog over to a side blog (@darkeneddawning) when I have time. End goal is to have all my art and stuff from here over there, so my main blog (this one) can be used for everything. The side blog will be where I post new phandom art and stuff.
Hopefully the transfer isn't too confusing for everyone. If you want to follow me to see my phandom art and stuff, you might want to wait until my side blog is all caught up, or you'll be spammed with me reblogging all of my old art over there for the next while. I'll announce on this blog when it's done and wait at least a week so people have time to unfollow this blog if they don't want my reblogs of everything I like to clutter up their dashes.
But I'm too impatient to wait until I'm done with that before I start posting again, so here's a blurb from the DP x DC Circus Gothica crossover fic I'm writing! It's going to be a while before I can post it since I've got a lot going on and I'm a very slow writer so far, but I'm hoping posting about it will keep me motivated to continue working on it :)
It's not a very long blurb, but I'll put it under a read more anyway (along with a synopsis of the fic):
Fic synopsis:
Wait, but if I’m mind controlled, and you’re mind controlled, then who’s catching the evil ringmaster??
Jason wasn’t expecting to join the suspicious circus he was investigating on Dick’s behalf, but a day in found him planning a heist with his new posse of co-slaves. At least getting in on the action gave him the answers he was looking for, as well as some others to questions he’d forgotten he was still asking.
Or: A new circus rolls into Bludhaven, trailing a history of too many pilfered towns to be a coincidence. Dick asks Jason to look into it on account of Dick’s circus related trauma. Jason was expecting to find evidence, not a one-way ticket to minion town, or a mysterious boy who somehow calmed the insatiable waters of the pit. Who is this boy, and what can he teach Jason about himself?
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Though he felt compelled to come, he didn’t know what was wanted of him now that he was here.
“This area is off limits to guests. Can I help you?”
That reaper kid from the performance, head attached, was looking at Jason with a raised brow. The same Red color that was swirling around Jason’s brain occupied the kid’s irises. Now he was up close, Jason could see how the kid’s stage eyeliner was only a slight enhancement to the genuine dark circles under his eyes. With those in addition to the gaunt hollowness of his cheeks, the kid looked like he hadn’t slept in years.
Jason smiled. It wasn’t a natural smile, but the Red liked it. “I’m here to, uh… cross over to the dark side?” That was all the Red was giving him to work with.
Reaper kid squinted at him, then drew back in surprise. “Woah, I totally thought you were human. Is that a disguise?” he asked, walking up to Jason.
“Disguise?” Jason glanced down at his body like it would clue him in to what reaper kid was talking about. He looked plenty human to himself. “What else would I be?” Was this important to the Red’s mission? Red was starting to feel a little more impatient.
“Uh, you know,” the kid gave a dismissive hand wave, but clarified: “Dead?”
#danny phantom#dp x dc#circus gothica#danny fenton#jason todd#I'm still hammering out the details but I have the main plot figured out#it specifies that danny's head is attached bc it comes off as part of the show#most of my batfam knowledge comes from dp x dc fics so hopefully I don't egregiously mischaracterize them#also are there specific tags the phandom uses for stuff like this that anyone would want me to use in the future?#bc I know I used to stay caught up on my favorite tags in the day and proper tagging/categorization is something I appreciated from others#I still don't want to post on this blog too much before the transfer is complete since I don't want to make the transition too confusing#this blog has gained a few new followers recently (that aren't spam bots) and I worry that the move is going to be annoying for people#honestly I shouldn't post this bc it probably is going to make the move messier if I do#but I really want to get back into participating instead of just lurking#and hinging participation on an intimidating obstacle has prevented me from doing anything for too long#I literally stopped posting on tumblr all that time ago bc I couldn't find a solution to how I couldn't reblog posts to a side blog easily#I tried over and over to figure out a way to reassign which blog was my main#I tried using a side blog as my everything blog and it was not doable for me#I've never seen anyone else make a transition like this so it's kind of embarrassing#but it's still the best solution I've come up with so please bear with me
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re: that stuff going around
Time to clear the air I guess, because people are getting asks about Kim and I, accusing us of grooming a 15-year-old. Thought I could ignore it because the person shouting about this has been doing so to the two people that follow them for WEEKS and constantly sending Kim harassing, abusive asks, but I guess not, because now it's starting to spread through bigger platforms a little.
This is nonsense garbage. The 15 year old in question read both Kim's and my own 18+ work without our permission and was subsequently blocked by both of us. Later on we joined a public Discord server that they turned out to be the co-owner of. After talking to them, they promised to stay away from our 18+ work and 18+ socials, which is why we both tell them to stay the hell off our profiles on these sites. The only place we talk to them is a, again public, Discord server, where they do not have access to the 18+ channels, and we never discuss anything inappropriate with.
During the course of this we also found out that they, as a minor, wrote NSFW fanfiction. We (publicly) recommended they not upload any more erotica until they turn 18 and cease interacting with 18+ work and creators, which they also agreed to. We did this because minors bumbling around in 18+ spaces is, in fact, unsafe.
We also found out that they are in an abusive household situation, and (still, in the PUBLIC discord) have been giving them occasional advice regarding their situation of having Fox News-quality parents that have seized all of their devices and cut off all their social networks due to the fear of them catching the 'trans contagion' or whatever. They are already trans and cannot transition due to their parents. Very few other people are helping them with this, they would frequently rant into the discord and receive no assistance, so both Kim and I sometimes step in. Obviously people like the person spreading this crap, Snowcollector, have no desire to actually help this person, or anyone else. They don't care. This minor is a prop for them to feel morally superior.
To call Kim a groomer because of this - not to mention misgendering them - betrays this person's mindset. They think a trans person talking to a minor is grooming. They think that anyone who involves themselves in anything 18+ interacting with a minor, even just in casual conversation in places that won't expose them to 18+ content, is a groomer. This is the same logic as calling drag shows unsafe, as saying that sex workers need to be banned from anywhere that involves children, that a teacher who published salacious images on a private account needs to be fired. It's just standard puritan rhetoric.
In the interest of transparency, both Kim and I make some Highly Questionable art. All of this art is properly tagged, behind age warnings, and has copious content warnings. Neither of us want anyone who does not want to see our work to see it, and we DEFINITELY do not want minors viewing our work, and have in fact gone to considerable lengths to ensure they do not.
This person has been harassing Kim and I for several weeks now, calling Kim a groomer for being a trans person who exchanges words with minors in safe environments where it can be witnessed and anything inappropriate would be caught. They have now moved on to misgendering Kim, calling them a "guy," and making absolutely deranged claims that they misgender characters and are transphobic.
I highly recommend blocking Snowcollector because they've apparently decided to drastically up their efforts, dragging bigger names into it, joining random Discord servers, spamming ask inboxes, etc. The behaviour is, plainly, obsessive.
tl;dr: Kim is not a groomer, and we have in fact gone to considerable effort to make sure this minor stays away from our 18+ content and keep our interactions with them as safe and visible as possible. The event being called 'grooming' is that we stuck our necks out to help a kid who was in genuine danger, who is in a WAY better situation now, and I'm pretty proud of that. Fuck off.
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A Wee Bit of Catching Up With This Mess
Soooo originally this was going to be a big post on my main tumblr blog @abyssforphantoms , but I got thinking about it and it just made more sense to make this on it's own blog and repost it over there if I feel like it... instead of spamming my main with this au stuff.
Anyway, Welcome to the mess that is my brain and They Came From The Deep Au. I will not be going too deep into the story in this post, but will do a short summary and explain my prosses behind my decent into madness with the various stuff I have accumulated for it over the year.
Summary:
After the final quest the Abyss Crew was fine. Cannoneer was back, safe with the rest of the crew, and they have gotten what they wanted when they went down to those accursed depths (even though they almost didn't make it back if it weren't for the skykid). So everything should be fine, back to status quo... right?
Well it was for a bit.
Then strange stuff started happening.
Supplies keep disappearing and shifting around the reef. The members of the crew feel like they are being watched from a distance, and the sea almost seems more restless. Every one has a sense of unease...
None more so then Cannoneer,
because of the weird dreams they keep having, and now the crew is saying they did things they didn't do. It was like they were at two places at once.
Then they saw it-them from a distance... they looked almost exactly them! but something was off...
Now it's up to Cannoneer to figure out what is going on, what does this doppelganger (a.k.a Doppelneer or Cannondoppel) want and convince the crew this isn't another one of their "embellished stories".
Meanwhile other things deep down start to stir... and they aren't going to be as "friendly".
And yes Doppelneer will be a big part of this post
Warning: the images below may have some BODY HORROR.
Veiwer Discretion is Advised.
Around August 2022??? - the sticky note
The thing I drew that started it all
Thr original idea for it was just what if cackling cannoneer but dark creature
I forgot that it existed until...
October 2022 - "A Familiar Face That Is or Isn't You"
I found the sticky note again and wanted to explore the design further in a one off piece (and then it wasn't, lmao)
I also got into exploring doppelgangers as an idea which lead to me having the questions
"If someone from the Abyss Crew had a doppelganger who would have the most interesting reaction?" (You can guess who I picked lol)
"What if the doppelganger wasn't nessasarly evil but thought they were the person and the person they are a doppelganger of was a doppelganger that took over their life, thus kinda wanting to sabotage the person's life a little?"
I drew this piece in my sketchbook but then colored digitally
Originally posted to my deviantart 26 October 2022
Finished Art
Drawing Process / Alternative Versions
November 2022 - Old Reference Sheet for Cannondoppel
Very outdated and crusty
I will post the updated ref in another post
DON'T USE THIS ONE I BEG OF U!!!!
December 2022 - "Breath in Deep Water"
Digital painting
Just a story idea
Waking up one day being able to breathe water must be jarring ngl
First appearance of the phantom eyes
Posted 1 January 2023 on my deviantart
January - Inspirational Glitch happened in Sky
Didn't really do to much with the Au for a bit, nor does this really have to deal with the au
But this happened to me one day and thought it was neat yet felt like walking into a sky creepy pasta.
It's the red green visual glitch and the spirit staring glitch with Cannoneer happening at the same time
March - Some Old Doodles
"There is always a bigger fish. "
More experimenting with the story in my mind
May - "Reflections"
"Just a reflection in the void"
Changed some details with Doppelneer, mainly hair and sometimes they have a tail
Reversed
July - artfight cameo
just a small appearance
Nothing too much too note
And that is it for now will return soon with more stuff soon
#sky children of the light#sky cotl#season of abyss#cackling cannoneer#sky cotl au#they came from the deep au#doppelganger#doppelganger au#doppelneer#cannondoppel#sky cotl fanart#horror maybe#there is more yet to come#but this took me way too long to post so give me some time#sorry tgc my brain is a sea monster and it stole the entirety of the abyss crew for an au#you will not be getting them back anytime soon#totally didn't make this blog to free up space in my brain
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Kabukicho Love (Chapter 08)
I don't wanna check into the Tokyo Love Hotel. I just want your love all to myself
Successful but lonely businessman Sukuna gave up on love. Why put his heart on the line when he can just as easily buy "love" from the prettiest escorts of Tokyo? But why does this supposedly fake love feel so real when he's with the new boy he booked?
Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Chapter 5 ++ Chapter 6 ++ Chapter 7
Pairing: Sukuna x Escort!Yuuji
Genre: Escort AU, smut, fluff
Word Count: 5k
Playlist: Sukuita Escort AU
Warnings: 18+, smut, sex work, age gap (Yuuji is 21 and Sukuna 30), oral, fingering, rimming, anal, cumshot, cum eating, alcohol, light angst, mention of a side character's death in later chapters, mutual pining. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
There is art now for this series! Thank you so much to @/silverink58 for drawing this beautiful picture of Sukuna and Yuuji for me! I'm so happy that you let me commission you!
Thank you so much to Liz @/lizarts01 for drawing this super hot and super cute picture of Yuuji + Nobara as sexy bunnies!! I am losing my mind!!
As much as Sukuna tries to distract himself with work, he can't get Yuuji out of his head. It's been two weeks since he last saw him.
His bed feels too empty, and the pillow next to his still smells like Yuuji's hairspray. He doesn't know what's worse. Catching himself drifting over to that pillow at night and waking up with it wrapped in his arms, face buried in the soft material breathing in Yuuji's scent? Or the cold empty feeling that washes over him when he sees the notification that his housekeeper wants to deep clean the bedroom tomorrow, knowing that Yuuji's warm smell will be gone forever?
In the last two weeks, Sukuna drowned himself in work, staying in his office until late at night. Or he spent hours in the gym working out obsessively to tire himself out, so he managed to fall asleep instead of staying up obsessing over pretty honey eyes and a sunshine smile.
He even accompanied some business partners to a hostess club, trying to distract himself by getting drunk on champagne that was too sweet and letting a pretty European girl sit on his lap.
But the moment she leaned closer to kiss his neck and whisper to him, "Want to take me home tonight, daddy?" he turned her down and gently but firmly pushed her off his lap.
It felt wrong. Her body felt wrong. Her weight was too light, her hair was too long and had the wrong color, her voice was too high, and her perfume made him sick.
She wasn't Yuuji.
To Sukuna's annoyance, Gojo keeps spamming his phone. Sending him text message after text message demanding to know where Sukuna is and whether he wants to have another date with sweet Yuuji soon.
Sukuna tries to ignore him. But of course, Gojo Satoru has never been someone who just leaves Sukuna alone. And so it doesn't even surprise the CEO when he is having lunch at his favorite restaurant, and suddenly his old friend strolls towards him with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Gojo plops down on the chair across from Sukuna without waiting for an invitation.
"Ahh, such a coincidence to see you here, Sukuna! How is life?"
"Great."
"Aww, are you sure? There are some dark circles under your eyes. Having problems sleeping? I can help you with that. You know, Yuuji has time tomorrow night. You should invite him over, and he will take good care of your sleeping problem. He is always so sweet with his mouth. It does wonders against insomnia!"
"Do you have any new boys?"
This earns Sukuna a raised eyebrow from his old friend.
"You want a new boy? I thought sweet Yuuji makes you happy. Is there a problem?"
"There's no problem. He is amazing. But I want something fresh. More variety."
Sukuna always thought his poker face was perfect, but unfortunately, Gojo Satoru can read him too damn well.
The white-haired man uncrosses his long legs and leans across the table to eye Sukuna over the rim of his ever-present sunglasses, smiling that infuriating smug smirk.
"Oh, I get it. Our little cutie managed to melt that cold heart of yours, huh? And big bad Sukuna, who turned his back on love after his fiancee left him, doesn't like to feel things again. It scares you, doesn't it?"
His words feel like a punch to Sukuna's gut. Is he that obvious? Does Gojo know about his feelings?
Sukuna takes a sip from his water, acting unbothered, and shakes his head with a laugh.
"You are wrong, brat. Now hurry up and show me your boys. I don't have all day."
Yuuji's POV:
Yuuji knocks nervously on the half-open door leading to Gojo's office in the back area of the Infinity Club. He has a weird feeling about this. Usually, Gojo never asks him to come to his office.
His boss looks up from his current work with a wide grin on his handsome face. Looking like the cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"Aww come in, Yuuji baby! Take a seat, sweetheart!"
He points at the leather chair in front of his massive desk, which is overflowing with a chaotic array of photos, folders, and empty candy wrappers.
Yuuji does as Gojo tells him and sits down, playing with his fingers in his lap as he looks at his boss with big eyes.
"Hey, um, why did you call me here? Is everything ok?"
"Of course it is! Listen, honey, I just wanted to know whether Sukuna asked for your phone number or something? When was the last time you saw him? You are not in trouble at all, by the way! No matter what you answer."
"Oh! No, it's not like that! He... he didn't ask for my number. We aren't meeting in private. I wouldn't do that! You know I am very grateful for working for you! I wouldn't break the rules!"
Yuuji's heart is racing. What is this about? He doesn't want to lose his job! He will never be able to afford his grandpa's residence if he gets fired!
But Gojo laughs, and one of his elegant hands makes a gesture as if chasing away a fly.
"Aww, sweet baby, don't worry, your cute little mind, ok? Everything is fine. I just wanted to know. Because you see, it's uncommon for my old friend Sukuna to not contact me. Did something happen?"
"No, not that I know of, at least. I've been wondering about it too. I am so sorry if I messed up. I... I miss him."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Gojo's blue eyes are boring into Yuuji's, almost as if he can see right into his mind. He cocks his head curiously and watches Yuuji with a thoughtful expression while one long elegant finger plays with his bottom lip.
"Well, Yuu-chan, I don't think you did anything wrong. If at all, it was rather that you did your job too well."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You're so cute, honey. Don't worry about it. Just leave it to me. I would say we have to lure our dear Sukuna back to our club and back into your loving arms. And I already know how to do that. Tell me, Yuuji, did you ever dress up as a bunny?"
Sukuna's POV:
Another night trying to forget his stressful job and fight his loneliness. Another night in the neon lights of Kabukicho, sitting in a VIP booth in one of the most popular nightclubs in Tokyo.
In the end, Gojo recommended another pretty college boy to him, and Sukuna booked him for tonight. Gojo insisted, though, that Sukuna had to book a private booth in the Infinity Club, and cute Toge would entertain him here.
"It will be good for you to go out! Drink something and enjoy the music and the atmosphere! I know what's good for you!"
That's why Sukuna is here, leaning back against the backrest of the comfy dark-blue leather couch and swirling the ice cubes in his longdrink glass around as he waits for a pretty boy who will hopefully take his mind of Yuuji.
He has to get this longing for a sunshine smile and honey eyes and a strong muscular body under control. Maybe Toge will help him with that.
Sukuna looks at his Rolex. Half an hour until his date. He lets his gaze stray through the club. Tonight is Bunny Night. All the hosts and hostesses are dressed in sexy bunny costumes, which show more than they hide.
Sukuna has to give Gojo that. The man has a knack for aesthetics. His nightclub is one of the most exclusive establishments in Tokyo's red-light district.
A club that provides the right service for any needs. Hostesses and hosts, both catering to all genders. Touching is allowed if you pay enough. You can get anything you want. A private dance is available, a night just spent in charming company is possible. But also a night full of sex, either in a love hotel or in the comfort of your own home if you wish.
Everything is perfect here in the luxurious Infinity Club. It looks opulent. Fancy couches and armchairs made of the finest leather. Magnificent chandeliers that reflect the neon lights. It's an alluring mix of modern and royal-like decadence. Something for the eye. Something where the rich and powerful feel at home.
The Infinity Club is a private club. The monthly amount of yen you have to pay is outrageous. But it's worth it. Nowhere else will you find a club so pleasing to the eye, including the eye candy that the boys and girls working here are.
Suddenly a familiar pastel pink hair catches Sukuna's eye.
He draws in a sharp breath. He didn't know Yuuji worked in the club tonight! Usually, he is only available for private bookings, during which he meets his clients at restaurants or in love hotels. It's rare that he still waitresses. Is it because of Bunny Night?
Sukuna stares at him wide-eyed.
Yuuji looks gorgoeus. He always does, of course. But that cute little bunny outfit is perfect for him. He is shirtless, his muscular bare torso looking so enticing with the glitter sprayed on it. His buff muscles flex seductively with every move.
The cute bunny ears in his pink hair bounce with every step, and his pretty smile is so dazzling that he draws all eyes to him.
And those tight skimpy hotpants he's wearing are sinful. Hugging his cute round ass snuggly. The same ass that is so sweet and tight around Sukuna's cock anytime he fucks Yuuji.
Today that cute hole is stuffed with an anal plug with a fluffy bunny tail attached to it. The hotpants are conveniently cut out to show off the naughty detail.
Yuuji looks so cute and sexy that Sukuna gets hard just from looking at him.
His unhelpful mind provides him with all the dirty things he would like to do to that cute bunny right now.
He wants Yuuji on his lap. Wants to pull out that anal plug and tell that sweet bunny boy to ride his cock right here in the private booth. He wants to hear Yuuji moan his name. Wants to see him mess up his little hotpants because he can't hold back when he has Sukuna's cock inside him.
"Oh, dammit!"
Sukuna curses loudly. He has to get a grip! Keep that horniness for the new boy he booked. He'll make sure to bend Toge over this bench and fuck all his frustration into him until Sukuna forgets about bunny Yuuji.
But to Sukuna's dismay, Yuuji doesn't disappear again in the throngs of people. Instead, the guy working behind the bar waves him over. Sukuna forgets to breathe momentarily when Yuuji leans against the bar counter, bending over and giving the CEO an even better view of that firm round ass with the cute bunny tail.
The bartender says something to Yuuji and hands him one of the mini Ipads the Infinity staff uses to take orders.
Sukuna watches with growing horror as Yuuji smiles and makes his way toward the VIP booths.
"This can't be true. Are you kidding me?"
Sukuna mutters under his breath. Why does it have to be Yuuji who is in charge of waitressing tonight? One could almost suspect Satoru has something to do with this!
But before Sukuna can think more about that, Yuuji has already reached his booth and peeks inside, bunny ears bouncing cutely on top of his pink hair.
"Good evening! Do you desire anything from our menu, sir?"
His gaze lands on Sukuna, and his face lights up in pure delight. He makes a cute surprised sound and beams at the CEO,
"Oh, Sukuna! It's so nice to see you!"
His free hand immediately flies to the golden necklace with the little tiger charm. Even tonight, when he has to wear a costume that requires him to be shirtless, he still didn't take off Sukuna's gift. Sukuna's heart clenches as he stares at the way Yuuji is twirling the charm between his fingers.
The boy is still babbling, sounding so cute and excited.
"I was waiting for a notice from you. You must have been very busy with work, hm? I'm so sorry about that. I hope it wasn't too stressful! It's nice that you can have an evening to relax. If you like, I can keep you company and help you let go of the stress. Oh, and I have a new movie I really want to show you! I can tell you about it, and maybe we can watch it when you have more free time!"
Yuuji steps into the booth, smiling that happy sunshine smile, and for a moment, the whole world is ok again. Sukuna feels so warm, bathed in Yuuji's radiance.
For a moment, he forgets why he wanted to avoid the boy. For a moment, he is tempted to just give in and ask Yuuji to join him. And later on, Sukuna could take his angel home, fuck him, watch movies with him, feed him strawberry cheesecake ice cream and hold him all night.
And then Yuuji sees the little notice on the glass table in front of Sukuna that says that Toge is booked for the next two hours. His face falls. It makes Sukuna's chest ache.
Yuuji is quick to cover it up, though, trying his best to stay professional. He smiles at Sukuna. But it's not a genuine smile. For the first time, Sukuna can see that it is just an act. It's too bright, too fake. It doesn't reach Yuuji's eyes.
"Oh, I see you booked Toge tonight. That's great! I think you will have a lot of fun with him. He's very pretty and a sweet guy. Enjoy your night, sir. I hope our services are to your pleasure."
He bows his head but not before Sukuna can see the disappointment and hurt in those pretty honey eyes.
It breaks Sukuna's heart. He cannot take this hurt look on Yuuji's pretty face, knowing that he was the one who put it there.
All his instincts scream at him to make it ok again. To comfort Yuuji, reassure him, shower him with praise, and let him know he is still Sukuna's number one! Not just number one... Sukuna's only one.
Because who is he trying to fool here? Does he really want to have someone else? Will it really help him to fuck another ass, to kiss another pair of lips? Or isn't it more likely that any boy he books will just be a desperate and unsuccessful attempt at trying to forget Yuuji? After all, none of them will ever be like Yuuji. They won't even come close to Yuuji.
So who is Sukuna trying to fool?
He knows the answer. Himself. He is trying so desperately to convince himself that he can just forget about Yuuji and move on.
But it's not true.
Sukuna can't just forget Yuuji or replace him. It will not work. Because he likes this sweet boy standing in front of him in that sexy bunny outfit.
The boy who is currently biting his lips and looking like he's going to cry despite the smile plastered to his pretty face. And it's all Sukuna's fault.
"Yuuji...no... this must be a mistake. I didn't book anyone. Someone must have mixed something up. I want to cancel that booking, please. If it's too late, just put it on my card, but I don't want to meet Toge. I'm just going to finish my drink and leave."
Yuuji nods and grabs the booking receipt to rip it in two. But his hands are shaking. He knows Sukuna is lying.
It makes even more guilt wash over the CEO. He didn't want Yuuji to find out about this. He didn't want to hurt the boy.
For the first time in a long time, Sukuna is at a loss for what to do or say. His mouth opens and closes again, unable to come up with the right thing to say.
Before he can find his voice again, a third person peeks inside the booth. A girl with ginger hair and a pair of boobs so plump that they almost spill out of her little bunny dress. She wraps a hand around Yuuji's buff biceps, leaning against his side, pressing those tits against him.
"Here you are! Come on, that guy in booth 5 saw us and wants to meet those cute ginger and pink bunnies. Hurry up, dumbass! He is a good tipper! Don't ruin this for me!"
Her gaze drifts over to Sukuna, smiling at him and cocking her head flirtatiously, all professional again,
"I'm sorry, sir, but I have to kidnap this cute bunny now. But you can book him another time. Me too, by the way! Or both of us at the same time. Just ask for Nobara and Yuuji. We can fulfill your every fantasy! Have a nice evening!"
She blows him a kiss and then yanks on Yuuji's arm impatiently.
Yuuji nods dazedly and lets her pull him after her. His golden gaze swipes one last time over Sukuna. He still looks sad, and the smile still doesn't reach his eyes when he mutters a good night in Sukuna's direction.
Sukuna is lying in his dark bedroom, rolling restlessly from side to side, unable to fall asleep.
He has a lot of regrets about this evening. He regrets thinking it would be a good idea to book another boy. He regrets letting Gojo convince him to come to the Infinity Club. And most of all, he regrets that his actions upset Yuuji.
Sukuna practically fled the club after his unexpected meeting with Yuuji, driving much too fast and cursing himself all the way home to his penthouse. He had been such a fool!
His right hand wraps around his half-hard cock, leisurely stroking it to full hardness. Maybe it will help him if he jacks off. He needs the stress relief an orgasm can give him.
Unbidden, a picture of Yuuji in his sexy little bunny outfit comes to Sukuna's mind, and a loud moan falls from his lips as his hips jerk.
There is no turning back now. His erection is throbbing needily in his palm as more images of Yuuji flood the CEO's mind.
He wraps his fist tighter around his straining cock, pumping his hard length faster now, with more need, more vigor. Fucking himself to the thoughts of pretty honey eyes and cute bunny ears in pink hair, the glitter on those defined buff muscles, the tight round ass that looked so seductive with that little bunny tail.
"Ah, fuck!"
Sukuna's hips buck wildly.
He wants to go back to the club and replay that moment. Wants to make it right. He wants to tell Yuuji that he is the only one Sukuna wants. He wants to fuck Yuuji. He wants to claim that sexy bunny, make him scream and cry and cum for Sukuna like the perfect little pet that he is.
His eyes close, and he gets lost in fantasies about sexy bunny boy Yuuji on his knees, bending over the leather couch, wiggling his cute ass as he looks back at Sukuna with his big golden eyes full of desire and need. He imagines Yuuji begging Sukuna to take him and cum inside him.
"Please fill me, Sukuna! Fuck it all into me. Please make me yours!"
"Am I the only one you let cum inside your cute ass?"
"Yes, only you!"
The dirty fantasy is driving Sukuna wild. His moans echo loudly in his bedroom as he fucks his fist frantically. He is losing his mind over the idea of Yuuji taking his cum in his ass.
In his mind, Sukuna pulls out of Yuuji's creampied ass, watching his cum slowly trickle out of the boy's hole before Sukuna puts the anal plug with the bunny tail back and pushes it lovingly into Yuuji's sweet cum-filled hole.
"Keep it all in, baby. I want you to have my seed inside you all night. You are mine, all mine. You know who you belong to, right? Say it, Yuuji."
"I belong to you, Sukuna! I'm yours!"
White lights explode behind Sukuna's eyelids when he cums all over his fist, crying out Yuuji's name over and over again.
An hour later, Sukuna is still wide away. He sighs and sits up in his bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Now that his earlier desire has cooled off, he gets filled with a new wave of regret.
The only thing that makes him get rid of the image of Yuuji's pretty face clouded by disappointment is to drink so much vodka that the picture in his mind gets blurry, and Sukuna can finally slip into a restless sleep that is filled with neon lights and golden eyes.
Sukuna is in his office drinking his third coffee when he gets a call from Gojo. His old friend sounds far too smug:
"Did you enjoy the bunnies last night?"
"Fuck you, Satoru. Was that your idea? Dangling him in front of me like that?"
"Aww, what do you think of me, Kuna-chan!? As if I would do that! But you know it's kinda disappointing that one of my best clients and closest friends, I might add, doesn't make any bookings anymore. Our establishment misses you!"
"I hate you. Don't call me again."
"No, you don't hate me. You hate that a cute boy could make you feel something and that no matter how hard you try, you can't stop thinking about him. Just give in, Sukuna. Just come back. I'll cancel the date sweet Yuuji has scheduled for tonight and give it to you instead. Hmm, what do you say to that?"
"I am ending this call now."
He hangs up on Gojo, sighing as he leans back in his office chair. This is one of the things he finds the most annoying about Satoru. As carefree as he acts, he always sees through things and people and quickly grasps what is happening. He somehow has the gift of knowing everyone's weak spots.
And Sukuna's weak spot are his feelings for Yuuji.
He feels a headache coming up, and it's not because of the vodka he drank last night.
Yuuji's POV:
Yuuji doesn't understand why Sukuna doesn't book him anymore. Since that night in the club where the CEO had scheduled a date with Toge instead of Yuuji, things have felt wrong. There's a constant ache in Yuuji's chest. A lump in his throat, and it's harder than usual to smile his sunshine smile.
Why doesn't Sukuna want to see him anymore? Did Yuuji do something wrong? Was he too unprofessional? Yes, maybe.
It had been getting harder and harder lately to hide his feelings for Sukuna. Maybe the other man sensed something and was disgusted by it. By the fact that a whore loved him.
The thought makes tears well up in Yuuji's eyes. He wipes them away angrily. It's not fair to accuse Sukuna of this. He never treated Yuuji as inferior or as if his profession was something dirty.
But it's still obvious that they don't feel the same. Why would a successful and gorgeous man like Sukuna be interested in him besides the services he books Yuuji for? Of course, Yuuji knew that all along! But he can be so stupid sometimes...so naive. He hates it.
When Sukuna didn't book him as usual, Yuuji told himself his favorite client was just busy. Surly Sukuna had a lot of work, and that's why he didn't have time to meet Yuuji.
It was stupid to think this. After all, in the past few months, Sukuna had always told Yuuji that he helped him let go of his stressful job. So it didn't make sense that Sukuna would not book him.
Gojo had also sensed something was wrong. That's why he called Yuuji to his office.
He said something about a plan, and the next thing Yuuji knew was that he would participate in Bunny Night.
And during that event, the bartender sent him to VIP booth 3 to take an order from the patron there.
That's how Yuuji suddenly found himself face-to-face with Sukuna.
Had that been Gojo's plan? If yes, it clearly didn't work because Sukuna left without Yuuji. And Yuuji had to spend the next two hours entertaining a businessman in booth 5 who was nothing like sexy and caring Sukuna.
Yuuji sighs as he rolls over onto his back and stares at his bedroom ceiling.
The worst thing is that he has gotten so used to spending time with Sukuna. He misses those happy moments they shared. Those moments where they weren't client and escort but just two people who got along well and enjoyed spending time together.
All the nights he spent at Sukuna's apartment, watching movies with him, cuddling and laughing together. Falling asleep in Sukuna's strong arms afterwards. Making breakfast for him, feeling so appreciated when Sukuna hugged him from behind and held him the whole time. Feeling so taken care of when Sukuna drove him to his college in the mornings, smiled at him, kissed him goodbye, and told him to please take care.
Somehow Yuuji had constructed this little fantasy in his mind, where he thought they had a real connection. Where he could pretend what they had was almost a relationship.
And that's why this feels strangely like a breakup, even though Yuuji wasn't dating Sukuna for real.
His heart clenches painfully, and he has to wipe some fresh tears away. What did he do wrong?
Sukuna's POV:
Sukuna hates to admit it, but he lost this battle.
As much as he tries to fight his feelings by avoiding Yuuji, he can't stop his every waking thought from wandering to his pink-haired cutie.
He can't stop his chest from feeling too tight and his heart from being too heavy.
He didn't expect it to be that hard to stop thinking about a pretty boy with honey-colored eyes. But here he is, filled with a terrible yearning.
He misses that pretty face, that sweet smile, the sparkle in those honey eyes when Yuuji gets all excited while telling Sukuna about his favorite movies. All the big gestures with his hands, his voice getting louder every second in his excitement to share his thoughts about the things he loves.
He misses seeing Yuuji in his kitchen, making breakfast for them. Smiling so genuinely happy when Sukuna complimented the food Yuuji prepared for him. He misses the warm feeling of driving to work with Yuuji by his side in the passenger seat, chattering to Sukuna about all kinds of things, and kissing Sukuna so sweetly goodbye before exiting the car a few streets away from his university building.
He misses their dates at all their favorite restaurants.
He thinks back to all the hours they spent together. He thinks about all the small details that somehow made him like this boy so much.
And he finally sees it clear as day: Yuuji stole his heart without Sukuna even realizing it until it was too late.
Love happens unexpectedly. It lays its roots in small, trivial moments.
Like when they had food delivered to Sukuna's apartment. Sukuna went to get more wine from the kitchen, and once he walked back into the dining area, he caught Yuuji holding the plate to his face, licking it clean to get all the delicious sauce out of it.
The boy made a surprised sound and quickly put the plate back down, blushing and looking sheepishly at Sukuna, muttering an apology for his bad table manners. It was so endearing.
Gojo must have told him to always act appropriately in front of his clients, who all belonged to the circle of Tokyo's richest and most successful people.
Sukuna had smiled at Yuuji and cupped his blushing cheeks, and kissed him slowly. Reassuring him that it was ok and that the sauce was really to die for. Sukuna decided at that moment that he would order the same meal again next time for Yuuji if he liked it so much.
He wishes Yuuji was here now and Sukuna could order all his favorite meals. Could make sure the boy has everything he needs.
Sukuna thinks about Yuuji visiting his sick grandpa, caring for him, and making sure to give the old man the best possible life.
Sweet Yuuji. He is so kind and cares for others so much. Yuuji with his heart of gold. So warm and sweet.
Sukuna remembers a moment of slow lovemaking in his bed before he had to go to work. Yuuji opened his beautiful honey eyes to look up at him, and he didn't take his gaze off Sukuna again. Instead, he caressed Sukuna's cheek and looked deeply into his eyes while Sukuna moved on top of him.
He remembers how beautiful Yuuji looked that morning with the sunlight dancing over his pastel pink hair and the tender expression in his eyes. He remembers thinking he wanted to capture this moment and keep it forever. That he never wanted that morning to end. He remembers thinking at that moment that maybe he wanted to spend forever with Yuuji and wake up with him every morning for the rest of his life.
Sukuna gets pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on his office door. A moment later, his assistant looks inside and informs him that his meeting is about to start.
He gives her a curt nod, waiting until the door closes again before he groans softly and runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it down even though it already is perfect.
This is crazy. He keeps drifting off, thoughts always occupied by warm tan skin and golden eyes.
He knows this has to stop. And he tried to stop it. But it seems to be out of his control.
Sukuna is used to being the one in control. So realizing that there is something that he cannot control is driving him up the wall.
But that isn't even his biggest problem. Because even harder than the irritation is the pain. His chest feels too tight when he thinks of Yuuji.
He swore he wouldn't develop feelings again after his fiancee left him. He wanted to keep his heart safe. But he failed.
His heart isn't his anymore. It's Yuuji's now, and Sukuna has to accept it and learn how to live with the pain this brings.
He was so stupid. He was such a fool to let things get this far. But he was an even bigger fool when he decided to run away from those feelings and erase Yuuji from his life. That's what he knows now.
Maybe there would have been a chance for them. For this to work. For it to become more. If Sukuna had just accepted that he couldn't fight his feelings.
But it's too late now. Sukuna feels like he fucked this up deeply. It's too late to confess his feelings. Especially after the way Sukuna acted during the last few weeks. He hurt Yuuji. He pushed him away. It wouldn't be fair to go back to him now.
He will stay far away. He will give the boy a chance to be happy.
And one day, Sukuna will be able to move on too. Time will heal this wound. All of this will pass.
But he can't stop the doubt from seeping into his thoughts. He can't help but wonder.
What if it doesn't pass?
Thank you so much for reading the new chapter!! Ngl I cried while writing this :( Sukunaaaaa, what are you doing?! I feel so bad for Yuuji baby, but also for Sukuna. Gojo was doing his best!! But hey, Kuna is a stubborn guy. Let's see what the future brings for the broken hearts in Tokyo.
Also, how did you like bunny Yuuji? I understand Sukuna's reaction. I was losing my mind a lot too while writing sexy bunny Yuu :)
Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me very happy!
Chapter 9
#sukuita#sukuna x yuuji#sukuna x itadori#jjk fluff#jjk smut#sukuna#sukuna fluff#sukuna smut#jujutsu kaisen fanfic
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Oh my god
I just realized that with that Silver and Storm comic I am
Done with my art backlog
I've been unable to catch up to it for like 3 years
In 2020 I drew so much-- I think it was my way of dealing with. Everything. I didn't have to think about much if I just focused on drawing and god I needed the distraction
So I'd churn out at least 5 pictures each day
And I didnt wanna just spam them all, and between that and just not having the energy to get on the computer some days, the amount drawings I hadn't posted kept growing. And over the next 3 years whenever I'd make a dent in the backlog I'd get struck with the drawing bug and add like 10 more drawings to it
It was happening till the end too-- when I was posting this years art fight pieces, I had just those to post, and then like 3 other pictures. That was in September. But then I drew more so even though I was like 'Im about to catch up' it didn't happen until NOW
This wasnt stressful to me ftr, I just found it funny that I was like an art hydra. I post one drawing, and end up making 2 more
But. As of today I'm caught up. I have couple sketches done for the OTP challenge but they arent finished.
But what this all means that from now on I'll be posting my art as I finish it, as opposed to posting art I'd finished a month or a week ago
🎉
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