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writingmeraki · 6 months ago

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hurt hearts — k.mg drabble.

❝ in which you learn mingyu has a big heart ( and chest—) and he's terribly hurt while you might just beat the shit out of him.

( or mingyu's heart was already yours before you even knew it )

pairing : secret!agent mingyu x secret!agent reader, acquaintances stage. genre : fluff, angsty. warnings : mentions of injuries, treating wounds ( inaccurate forgive me🙏) mingyu ( he's a warning ).

a/n : the double update as promised hehe also the pic is not even related to the drabble but I just had to use it yk?? thank you to @etherealyoungk for feeding my delusions. also this got angsty quite quick 😭 ???( might do a summer fic with this mingyu hehehe ) pls I was also like naurr why is it so sad suddenly but eh it's fine. take this as some sort of teaser for the full secret agent mingyu fic I guess! and yes I will never get fed up of writing these two <3 let me know what you think of this mwah 💌

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“Are you fucking stupid?!?”

Silence enveloped the room as you asked in a voice laced with agitation.

It was all whispers of panic and chaos while you took in the scene in front of you, quiet and in your thoughts, but the more you thought of it, the more you got enraged.

“Do you even realise what could have happened?"

It seemed as though the wound on his chest was glaring at you as you spoke, unable to look away from it as it continued to bleed. You winced, frowning more as you shook your head.

Mingyu, on the other hand, like the true annoyance he was, blinked in surprise as he heard you cuss. It was rare you did, it was rare you talked actually, choosing to only answer in small replies.

Or maybe you just hated him because he swears he’s seen you not only talk but also laugh and giggle with Vernon and Chan, even Seungcheol!

He didn’t want to admit it before but now he can, he absolutely disliked the fact that you were more nonchalant to him than any other person. Was he the problem?

No, no negative thoughts right now. Perhaps you were just shy around him.

Right because a shy person would definitely be glaring at him with all the rage enough to just burn him with a gaze.

Who was he trying to convince? You hated him and for all he knew, he was just a nuisance in your life.

“Where’s Wonwoo?! Is Dr.Jeon not there?” You sat him down on the lounge chair in the agency building. It was supposed to mimic how an actual office building would be, hence they even did the extra and added the typical reception desk and waiting area at the ground floor.

Wonwoo? Since when were you on a first name basis with Wonwoo?

He frowned at that, he didn't want to admit it but it annoyed him just a little. Though. He did have other bigger problems right now.

Like the gash on his upper chest that was bleeding. But it seemed the adrenaline had dimmed down the pain. It felt more numb if anything.

“He-he left. I mean his shift is over there's no one—”

“How the fuck is there no other doctor on duty?! In a fucking place like this you'd expect at least one how—”

You pinched your nose and took a deep breath. You were on the verge of possibly killing someone.

Mingyu was bleeding and you needed to think.

“Seungkwan. Get me the first aid kit. Chan, go get some water. And you-”

You looked back at Mingyu in question,

“Can you walk?”

Instead of answering, he nodded curtly, not really wanting to provoke you than he already had. He knew when and where to speak up when he should. At least sometimes he did.

“Great, let's go to my room.”

[ A few moments later ]

Your office space was very…you. It was like a reflection of what he thinks you are.

Your artefacts, some polaroids with people in few and more so sceneries. It resembled a lot of you but also not enough to satisfy his curiosity. He wanted to know more.

He sat down on the sofa, a light pink coloured one, one that stood out in the monochrome room. But it was nice. It was pretty.

He also thinks you look pretty, even though you were tense, eyebrows scrunched as you cut the bandage tape precisely.

You look pretty all the time though.

“I'll need you to remove your shirt.”

Mingyu would love to hear so much from you, and wanted to hear you say so many things for him. This was one of them for sure, but definitely not in the circumstances he wishes.

“I-what? ” He chokes up, immediately sitting up from his leaned back position, one you forced him into when he came there.

You put down the bandage after you finished, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, now crossing your arms.

“How else do you want me to treat your wound?”

“You're-you’ll be treating it?”

“Does it look like there's anyone else right now who can? If you're scared, just trust me, I uh- I have experience from treating my own and others as well.”

You said it firmly because you realised the unsurety in his voice might be right. He didn't know that you knew basic first aid and actually more, it was a requirement for most agents but perhaps it was different here.

Mingyu did trust you. That wasn't what he doubted. He doubted himself, whether he'd be able to handle you touching him in any way. He's terrified he might pass out.

“Okay, now I'll need you to actually remove your shirt, I'll help if you-”

“NO!-uh no I'll do it myself.”

He immediately raised his hands and began unbuttoning, as the shirt got more loose, you focused on how the wound was.

It was a slice, not a stab luckily, so it wouldn't have caused as much damage as a stab would. But it still was damage that hurt.

He hissed in pain as his shirt moved away from his hurt chest, the wound being open to the air.

Slowly, he removed his other arm and finally got his blood soaked shirt out. He questioned where to put it without saying anything as he looked around but you just grabbed it and tossed it in the dustbin.

It was one of his favourites.

Seeing the slight pout on his face, you rolled your eyes because of course, Mingyu would find that to be an issue and not the fact that he was bleeding out.

“I'll get you another one.”

That made him look up at you, to which his eyes widened,

“Uh no I-”

“Shut up.”

You finished preparing the cotton to clean up his wound first, you turned to face him and for a brief moment you paused.

You didn't expect what was in front of you. Mingyu being shirtless was expected of course, but his toned torso and wait…were those abs??

You cleared your throat when you realised you might have been staring a little too long.

It wasn't like you weren't used to seeing people with muscular bodies or so. It was natural in your field for people to be fit.

But Mingyu. Holy shit, he looked like someone personally took their time on him.

“Uhm, okay so I'll just clean up your wound first and then disinfect it, then just bandage it up alright?”

Your voice sounded a lot less angry than before. Actually it sounded more timid if anything. It made Mingyu both shocked and curious as to why suddenly you'd seem so…nervous?

You moved to sit beside him, trying your best to not let your eyes waver more than they already have.

Unfortunately for you, fortunate for Mingyu, your eyes did wander and in fact lingered a little too long on his exposed chest. Along with his torso.

And he noticed.

And he realised.

Gulping slightly, no ordinary person would know but Mingyu did and the glint in his eyes shifted to something more confident, you raised your hand and gently began to clean the open wound.

It seemed it was not as deep as you initially thought.

Holy shit, I'm touching his chest.

You're not a teenager for goodness sake pull yourself together?!???

But his chest is buff and so- fuck. Fucking hell.

Your internal thoughts were in conflict as you cleaned up his wound, not even realising you were going over a place that was already cleaned.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed yours and you were startled out of your conflict.

“You already cleaned it enough,” Mingyu had to bite his tongue to not slip out any sort of pet names but that didn't stop the small smirk on his face from seeing your somewhat composed demeanour be a little thrown off by his sudden nakedness.

His hand holding yours made it seem like you were burning. It burned when he touched you.

And how would one react to a burn?

They'd move far away from the cause of said burn.

You pulled your hand out and stood up quickly,

“Right, right, I was just uh- making sure. I wouldn't want any infections or anything like that.”

You turned back to your first aid kit, turning your back on him and slightly shook your head.

Pull yourself together. He's just…a guy.

But was he really just any guy?

He was Kim Mingyu. The guy who caused you more stress than anything. The same guy who also would bother you a lot during missions.

And yet he was also the same guy who saved you today. You were ambushed during the mission and outnumbered.

It was you against six. You could handle them practically speaking but you also would have your attention split more than it should be. Meaning you wouldn't be prepared for a seventh guy from out of nowhere.

But Mingyu happened to be able to come there. On time too. As though he was keeping up with you despite being in another room with another problem.

What you didn't know was how quickly he made it out of that room when he heard you were ambushed. How he felt his heart drop when he heard you yelp in pain when you got attacked out of nowhere. How he couldn't actually care about the rest of the mission after that and what he cared about most was getting you out of there. Safely.

He knew perhaps it was risky to have jumped in front of you when you were going to get stabbed but darn it be him than you anytime.

Luckily you were also quick enough to make sure he wasn't actually stabbed and pushed him aside as you gained the extra hand and were able to take down the ambusher.

You were not at all happy with what he did. In fact, going as far as to not talking to him till you reached the agency because you were boiling in rage.

“You know you shouldn't have jumped in between like that.”

You said as you soaked up the cotton in hydrogen peroxide.

“But you would have gotten terribly hurt.” Mingyu frowned at your words. The doubt from before raising as to why you'd been so upset with him when he actually saved you.

“Yes but that would be my fault. I would get hurt in my own fight. I'd bleed and patch it up myself. There would be no one else hurt but me.”

You turned to face him, holding the cotton in your hand as you walked up again towards him.

“Not you who got hurt because of me. I wouldn't feel the…the guilt. You got hurt. Because of me.”

His eyes softened upon hearing your words. It made sense now. You were feeling guilty and that's why you'd been so upset. He thinks he'd feel the same too if you were to get hurt somehow because of him.

“I'm…I'm sorry I didn't think about that but I couldn't just sit back and let you get hurt knowingly, I just, I couldn't do that. Not to you.”

You sat back down to your original position, now having completely different emotions than before. But you weren't sure which you preferred because the current ones were only making you feel more worse if anything.

Lightly pressing the soaked cotton on his open wound, he hissed in pain as the alcohol came in contact with his open skin.

“It's fine Mingyu, you don't need to explain, I get it. I'd also do it. Thank you for…saving me.”

You don't need to thank me.I'd only do it for you though. I'd risk anything for you.

But instead he could only gasp in pain as you continued to clean,

“Yeah, what a time to say thank you when you're causing me only more pain.”

You rolled your eyes at his words but felt a little bad for him due to knowing the pain of hydrogen peroxide to an exposed wound.

“Oh, shut up now you big baby, this will help you.”

“Baby? Are we moving on to pet names now?”

“What??? I didn't- I didn't mean it that-”

“Oh I know, I was just messing with you.”

“You-!”

After a bit more cleaning and more arguing, you got up and grabbed the bandage.

“Now how will I wrap this?”

You questioned as you held it. He also got up, feeling a bit better but you still warned him not to move to much as the wound was not yet wrapped.

Then you got the idea of how to wrap it.

“Listen, what I'll do is wrap this around your entire chest, like the entire upper part alright? I don't have anything else besides this right now but it'll help temporarily. Tomorrow you go and get it properly dressed from Wonwoo.”

He nodded obediently and it was slightly cute as to how he almost resembled a little puppy quietly following instructions. Though you could see him getting tired from the way his eyes seemed to drift.

“I'll do it as quick as I can.”

And quickly you did, already wrapping over the wound enough,to the point Mimgyu had to tell you he felt like he couldn't breath and that's when you stopped.

No sign of blood.

You noted as you taped over the left over end part on the right side of his chest.

For this part, you were very close to him, to ensure the best precision. He was just glad it wasn't the left side of his chest or else you'd definitely feel how fast his heartbeat was going from the moment you got closer.

Mingyu likes you. Like really really likes you. You who stayed behind and treated his wound. You who felt guilty for him getting hurt for something he chose to do.

He thinks in this situation no matter how hurt he got, he was now sure about you. More specifically liking you.

“There. All done.” You patted down his chest lightly as you moved a little behind but before you could properly go, his hand out of nowhere held your own and pulled you closer.

It was unexpected so you couldn't help but stumble a bit as your eyes widened.

You were very close. Too close in fact you were sure if you moved a bit more closer, you might just end up kissing him.

It didn't seem like too bad of an idea.

“Mingyu, what are you doing?”

“I just, I want to tell you thank you for helping me out right now, properly.”

He smiled softly at you, his canines slightly peaking from beneath his closed lip smile and you swore you felt your body flush.

He looked…as handsome as he always did. Brown eyes shimmering in all sorts of emotions, lips a shade of pretty pink.

But you couldn't. You couldn't dare. Not now.

Clearing your throat, you pulled back and stepped behind, your body suddenly feeling a weird coldness from the sudden distance.

On the other hand, Minghu seemed confused. Did he push too far? He didn't mean to, he didn't want to rush anything, he just wanted to properly say thank you like actually say it and not do anything-

“It's alright. I hope you get better soon. I'll call Seungkwan to get you a shirt. You can get changed here. I'll just leave now, it's late anyways and you should to.”

“Have a goodnight agent Kim.”

Agent…Kim? Not even Mingyu?

Before he could even question your change of behaviour, you'd already moved out of your room as if you life depended on it.

As if you'd rather be anywhere but there.

As if you suddenly remembered your dislike towards him.

“Wait! Y/—”

Sighing out, in likely relief as you got out of your office, you made your way down to the lobby.

You couldn't help but feel the guilt, if not even more at how you left Mingyu just because you were a coward. Just because you didn't want to admit how he made you feel.

You couldn't do that to him. Not at this moment.

And perhaps you couldn't do that to him ever, for Kim Mingyu deserves the best.

And that was surely not you.

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twost3ps · 4 months ago

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Mike had longish, wild hair in Eden time o3o

Another style study lol

Vacation is almost over and ill get to those asks amen 🙏 and sorry 😣

Some ramblings under the cut ^^

I like to believe that pre fall, Michael was actually a very happy individual. He smiled a lot and was honestly pretty charming, maybe not as much as some of his other siblings but he was a lot like the charming prince in fairy tales- daring and wild, but still followed the rules and was overall a good person. Lived up to that great prince title. Why Micheal is more carefree is because evil is nonexistent. Leading heavens army is more like tactical play fighting because concepts of hate, anger and war are yet to exist. There is no evil to fight. His opinion of Eden is a pet project, so his care for it is minimal, pre meeting Adam, and isn’t really involved in it as much has he is involved in other heavenly matters. He’s got responsibilities but all is right and just for him not to worry much.

Lucifer in heaven was more of the gloomy and reserved one. At first, he’s like Micheal, but with rejections of his ideas, he feels more shut in. With each rejected idea, it becomes harder to be cheerful. He just can’t fit into the mold like his siblings can. Michael does try and console him, but there are just things his twin doesn’t understand. His escape is Eden, where judging eyes aren’t on him for his failures.

In general, all the twins really shared was their face, but even then it was easy to tell them apart.

Post fall, their personalities shifted as they tried to cope- now with more responsibilities Micheal became more serious and stoic, putting on a brave face. Lucifer, having fallen without any restraints on his creativity, copes through his creation and trying to have fun and joy in his life- he lets lose.

In a sense they have a sort of personality swap.

When Lucifer falls, and Michael gets unstuck from a bitter and sat rut, he cuts his hair and combs it back to be like Lucifer’s. It’s like a final act of love and a sign he still thinks of his brother. That there is a part that still cares.

As for Micheal and Adam in Eden, well they’re two homies about to kiss LMAO.

Adam likes to listen to Micheal talk about training and fighting because it’s unknown to him. There is no need for such things because he doesn’t have to do it in Eden. It’s part of the reason Micheal plays down his skills when Adam praises him, for what use is fighting or judgment when all was supposedly fair and equal? The other part is that it was his intended purpose. It would just come naturally to him. Why be impressed over something that was intended to happen? Adam still sees it as impressive. He says something along the lines of ‘the birds here were made to fly, were they not? But it’s still impressive that they can. They have the ability most other animals don’t, just like you’ something corny as he says it with that Eden glow and naivety. It makes Micheal giddy though. He def punched the shit out of some soldiers by accident, dazed at the praise

Lot of sloppy writing with loop holes pls forgive me lol

#hazbin hotel #guitarhero #hazbin hotel michael #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin hotel #michael x adam #micheal hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #my art #Michael was dorky af in Eden ngl

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never-enough-novels · 2 months ago

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Sometimes I like to imagine how it would be like to wake up next to grayson hawthorne

His hair tousled, flying around here and there, not how neat and tidy and perfect it is all the time. It suits him like him, making him look a bit more free and young. His face relaxed from the weight on his shoulders from handling everything and more, even if he doesn't have to. His hand loosely wrapped around my waist as if he doesn't want me to leave, even in his sleep. His breathing slow and steady and a soothing lullaby for me. Light breaths occasionally breaking the silence making me smile at his innocence and how adorable he can be at times.

Wrote this while waking up at 5 to get ready for my class at 6😃😃 I wanna sleep so bad😭

Pls forgive me for this shit writing it's been a while since I wrote and i absolutely hate this🙏🙏

#the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #the grandest game #the brothers hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #the hawthorne vault #the hawthorne legacy #grayson hawthorne x reader #grayson davenport hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #lyra kane #avery grambs

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sourrpatched · 5 months ago

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02. Mischief, Inadequacy, and Despicable Me? (.3k wdc)

“‘Hi i’m Jaemin and I would love to apply here.’ No that sounds stupid… ‘Good evening I am Na Jaemin and I would love to know if you are hiring so that I could apply.’ Hmm better…” Jaemin stood in the middle of A Little Coffee Shop whispering to himself.

“Uh did you need anything?” A voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He turns to see a girl who looks around his age giving him a confused glance from across the shop. “Are you here to try and sell me cleaning supplies or something?” You say with an awkward smile.

Shit he hasn’t even gotten the job and he’s already freaked out his future coworker. He takes a breath he didn’t even know he was holding before walking towards where you stood behind the counter.

“Can I speak to your manager.” He immediately regrets the words out of his mouth the second he sees your eyes go wide.

“Oh i’m sorry did I happen to offend you? You just looked like one of the salesmen who pass here frequently so I’m sorry I just assumed–“ He cuts you off before you can panic even more.

“Oh no i’m so sorry please I just realized my tone may have came off rudely, I was just, I was wondering if you guys happened to be hiring and if I could speak to your manager or the owner or someone.” He rambles on until he’s out of breath for not pausing between the sentence.

Your expression this time shift into a smile. A very, very pretty one at that he couldn’t help but think.

“Wow this is like a blessing from heaven,” You say mostly to yourself. “I’ll go grab the manager from the back and let him know you’re here for an interview.” You turn around quickly making your way to where he assumes the manager is.

Interview? Just like that? Wow Minjeong wasn’t lying when she told him they were desperate.

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Author’s note ➼ I am trying my absolute hardest to make sure the chapters aren’t full of writings but in this case i thought it was sorta necessary? anyway ik everyone hates reading words when reading smaus but pls forgive me this time 🙏🙂‍↕️

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lailakotori · 2 years ago

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Hello!! <3, could you write a Yandere Five introducing your darling to your brothers and she is a Bimbo who is super dumb, silly and innocent so it's really easy for him to manipulate her to be with him, please 😔💖

Headcanons five meet y/n’s brother | Yan!Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Oooo…. Interesting. I can image what is gonna happen when five meet his Darling’s brother.

And sorry for taking so long and it’s not describe or too short. So sorry pls forgive me Anon🙏😭

Summary: You and five are together so long until you introduce him to your dearest brother.

TW: Swearing, Y/n is dumb, Five is yandere, y/n and five are 25 year old (body), OC brother.

You have two brothers, Odin is oldest and Marry is youngest. Both of them always love you even you dumb asf or innocent.

But didn’t mean they will accept five is y/n’s boyfriends.

Why? I will tell you the reason.

Odin was work the commission for long as hell like five but old than him(He’s 102 year old) and stuck in adult body(30 Y). Yeah… they both meet before that why he hate this mf. Marry is a seer, can saw every shit in everyone and he saw five is a killer and try to make you his only.

When you intruduce five to them, I can said that they will choke this little shit.

“Darling, Make a cup of coffee for me pls?” Five request her, y/n nodding and go to kitchen left three of them eyes contact could kill. “Fuck you, hargreeves” Odin begin “Glade to see you agian Oshit” Five answer.

The war started beginning.

Five always with you no matter where you were. Hold your hand and kiss your cheeks.

Odin try to make your eyes open to see five’s shit things. Marry suggest to broke up but you won’t listen beside you told them that five is good person and treat you well.

“If I know that mf gonna be y/n’s boyfriend, i will choke his neck” Odin said in a dark deep voice “I know right? I thought she gonna get some normal person but NO, WE GOT SOME ANOTHER OLD BULL SHIT!!!” Marry throw a rock to the mango tree, Odin pause turn his head to Marry “What did you just say? Another???” “….Oh Ah… BYE” Youngest run away “MARRY WINSTON L/N, CAME BACK NOW YOU FUCK!!!”

sometimes five will let you sleep and then try to kill her brother at night like routine.

If you kidnap by someone not your brother or boyfriend, three of them will agree to help you and try to not kill teammate.

After that, Five let you just stay in his home or your brother home. but still try to kill them while take care you.

#the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #number five x reader #five x reader #yandere five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five x y/n #canon x reader #canon x y/n #lailakotori #tua five

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cloud-somersault · 4 months ago

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Pls write the ten pages talking about season five I promise you the people would eat that shit up 🙏

I dunno, I've kinda accepted that my takes are gonna be like. largely ignored or like. seen as too serious! like, "why do you care?? just enjoy the show"

And the thing is, is that i like critiquing shows! I like musing on them and talking about what could be improved! I've done this with every fandom I've been in, KH, Overwatch, Pokemon--whatever. I always am like 'Oh, it would've been cool if they did this." and I get joy from that! Believe it or not, there are people who enjoy just. critiquing a show and then sharing those thoughts with others!

it's how fics get written. it's how AU's are made! people see something and decide to do something else! Hell, that's how fandom started! People disagreeing with canon and taking things into their own hands is the very heart of fandom. And it's how people learn what not to do when it comes to stories. It's how people learn the different tropes and cliches, what works vs. what doesn't. Critique is crucial to media literacy. It's critical to comprehension!

But that doesn't mean I don't love LMK. I love LMK, that's why I'm upset about s5. That's why I wrote an entire AU about it! But it's just not scratching that itch anymore. And maybe if Constellations didn't exist, I'd be more forgiving. But now that it does, I kinda just. turn around and go eat that.

So...I don't know, because this fandom has younger fans overall (that's not a dig, just an observation), I don't think people would be very receptive to it. And I think I'd just get arguments like, "THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED" or "THAT'S NOT WHAT WAS MEANT. YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT SPLIT SECOND IN S5 EP6 WHERE--" like I don't. Have time.

Would you rather have that s5 writeup where I get asks coming in here getting onto me because I disagree with how they handled the characters (Mei, Macaque, Wukong and MK especially) or would you rather have chapter 11. My vote's for chapter 11. I dunno, fam.

#ask #anon #i think maybe 5 people would read it #which is fine #but at the end of the day it could invite more controversy #than i have the stomach for #and i just. have so much disappointment. i thought they were going to go in a different direction with this season #but it's more of the same. they're /never/ going to give me what i want #so i just want to keep cooking with constellations and i dunno. maybe people who want the same things as me #can read that and feel good for a second

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yourlnterlude · 6 months ago

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the gang with a latina s/o?

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫.

A/N:

hey guys!! sorry for being so inactive for a bit, Exams were coming up and I had to focus on them for a while. I have tomorrow and half of the day Thursday (5/29) (5/30) are my only days left of school. I should be available then so hit me up w requests!

now I would like to state something specifically about this one. Latina is someone who derives off the the Latin culture, or Hispanic, normally originates to women who appear like a goddess or so. I’m someone who is a Hispanic and this is as if they were introduced into your culture.

Oh!! And also to state, a little Spanish lesson here, every word that has a feminine state to it, will always be like Niña, and for Masculine, it would be Niño. So think of it like that with Latina and Latino.

( side note: one of my friends said that she thinks johnny is Hispanic but, that’s what she thinks so I might add a little of that into this.

PROOF READ: yes.

Word count: 200+

Sodapop Curtis —

- Soda is the type of one to go around and talk about you non stop.

- In all seriousness, he thinks you’re a straight up goddess.

- He really doesn’t have experience with Hispanics, so when you were telling him about your Quinceañera, it really caught his eye about how you celebrated your culture.

- but I can sure tell you this boy was excited to learn more about it.

- he complements you every time you do your makeup! :)

Ponyboy Curtis —

- he has heard about Hispanics, really wasn’t too sure about the culture though

- but when you and Ponyboy got together, he was interested.

- When he heard about the traditions you do with your family, he wanted to participate in them.

- not saying all of them, just some of them so he could, you know, get a hold of what he’s getting his hands on.

- When you showed Ponyboy photos of your Quinceañera, he was shocked of what you told him you do at them. He personally has a favorite of the shoe tradition.

Darrel Curtis

- He could possibly care less about what your ethnicity is

- But it sometimes comes to his mind about your traditions, as so.

- He once asked you about some of the traditions you do, and he was pretty interested

- You let him meet your family and he kinda got scared of your mom… (chancla 😋)

- but overall he loves having you as his partner :)

Johnathan Cade —

- He knew what was what, so you really didn’t have to tell him much

- he participated in the traditions you did with your family.

- He once stated that he loved dancing with you, because it was something he never did before

- not to mention but everytime you two would mess up trying to get the perfect move on a dance, you two would just sit there and laugh about it

- 10/10 he loves you

Dallas Winston —

- Like Darrel, he could care less about what your ethnicity is

- But he’s scared of when you start threatening him in Spanish and said he wouldn’t do it anymore (he still did)

- he was absolutely flabbergasted with the beauty standards you fit.

- the eyelashes, the lips, something about it made him feel some type of way, and he loved it.

- you have to admit though, this boy would get on his knees for you. If you asked him to jump, he would ask how high. He really does love you.

A/N:

Guys I can’t think of anymore to write for Steve or Two-bit because it’s lowk the same as Darry and Dallas…. Pls forgive me and don’t kill me… 😔🙏

erm anyways enjoy this shit idk :)

#dallas winston #dally winston #the outsiders #the outsiders johnny #johnny #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy curtis

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elvisabutler · 2 years ago

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could i possibly request more gun kink pls? 🙏🙏🙏

red brass

summary: elvis loves you or at least likes you. elvis learns things on the road. elvis likes to have the girl he likes try the new things he thinks he'll like with him. you allow it. fandom: elvis presley | elvis 2022 pairing: elvis presley x female reader rating: m word count: 3408 just i don't know what happens. i don't know why i write 3k gun kink fics. warnings: gun kink. use of a gun in penetrative ways. guns. implied masturbation ( m ). implied future oral ( f ). technically defined as masturbation or maybe fucking ( f ). dubious, and i mean very dubious consent. 50s era elvis being a little shit. infidelity ( elvis to the reader ). southern accents being mildly butchered. faintly erring toward a sub elvis, while also somehow being a dom elvis, it's nebulous honestly. me implying that texans love their guns a lil' too much. use of nicknames ( honey, darlin', baby. ) and 'vis. no use of y/n. i think that might be everything? author's note: hi anon, i know who you are and i love you. i hope you enjoy this fic that essentially is a prequel-ish, a spiritual prequel to gunmetal. and me basically going, i guess i'm gonna write 50s elvis with a gun kink. generally speaking i don't even know what has come over me with this, i'm just gonna take y'all along for a ride. watch me inevitably write army e or hollywood e with gun kink.

You know you can find a better guy, or at least you think you can, because there's something that makes men- little boys want to prove themselves after they find out you're with Elvis Presley. You're fairly certain that you could at least find a guy who would be there more often than Elvis is, you could find a guy who could take you out on regular dates and could eat dinner with your parents and- maybe even get married to you sooner rather than later. The problem is, you're never quite sure you want to find that guy, never quite certain if that sort of guy would be better than Elvis. For all Elvis is a selfish young man— the kind who will take take take from his girlfriends as much as he gives gives gives- he's also a good man. He's a better man than half the boys who sniff around you, the little hound dogs as you and Elvis like to call them. So it's always a whispered "honey, ya ain't gonna leave me are ya? gonna be comin' home soon and we'll have some fun. gonna show those dogs who they'd be fightin' wit' for ya."

Your friends think you're being silly, waiting on Elvis, thinking he's remaining faithful to you while on the road. Your mama thinks the same thing and god help you even Miss Gladys agrees. She loves her son, she does, but she knows- oh she knows how he's been calling her less and less and knows that can't mean a single good thing. Can't mean anything good for anyone involved. But when her little boy calls you or calls her he's always reassuring you both that the girls don't mean nothin'. He's jus' lonely and he can't take he can't take the love of his life or his mama wit' him so sometimes- sometimes there's a girl in the hotel. June says you shouldn't forgive him when he admits it the first time but you've never been like June, never been as strong as June is and maybe— maybe that's why Elvis liked you so much. You're not June but you're just close enough that he can still have her with the parts that don't fit his life removed. Selfish, but he's never claimed to be a saint, hell no one's ever claimed he's a saint.

The thing is- you've gotten used to him talking to you over the phone about things that don't always happen. Sometimes it's just about his dreams, about his plans for what he's gonna do the second he sees you. Sometimes it's plans for how he's gonna take you out on the next tour, he doesn't care how it looks, he misses ya widdle pussy and everyone already knows he's got a girl, it won't matter seeing ya on the tour. You're expecting tonight to be just the same, another night of promises he can't keep even though he'll be home tomorrow night for at least a week or two. Tonight, though, tonight, he surprises you.

"Baby? Ya- Whatcha got planned for tomorrow? Nothin' fancy right?" He murmurs into the phone, his breath hitching in a way you know doesn't mean anything good.

You hum softly, shifting in your bed a little. "Planned on jus' lettin' ya go home to ya parents, honey, why?"

"Wanna- Ya gonna think I'm crazy but wanna try somethin' wit' ya tomorrow night. Think you'll like it." He sounds excitable in a way that means you're gonna regret telling him no if you do. He'll every bit of the young man he is, the yittle boy who wants so much and now that he's got a taste of people saying yes, yes, yes, he doesn't necessarily want to hear no on something he truly wants. "Ya gonna say yes, ain't ya?"

A sigh leaves your lips as you debate with yourself, debate if you can chance saying no before settling on the a yes that's filled with such trepidation you worry he'll still want to argue with you. "'Course I am, darlin'. Tell me, 'Vis, whatcha plannin' on doin' wit' me. Gonna take me somewhere and have us play there? We gonna have fun in the car?"

The tone you manage is light and playful— or at least as close to it as you can manage before you hear Elvis's laugh. It's a laugh you've never heard from him and one that worries you. It sounds a little demonic if you were being perfectly honest, but you trust Elvis for the most part. He loves you and wouldn't purposefully hurt you and maybe it's just a mean idea. One he shouldn't be asking you but he's going to because he knows you're better than all those girls on the road.

"Ya ever played wit' ya daddy's guns, darlin'? Ever felt the metal on ya? It's cold on ya skin, ya know." He muses, like he's put it on his skin and a rush of jealousy rears its ugly head at the idea that maybe just maybe some other girl has gotten to see this. Or maybe he's done this to another girl. You almost miss his next words. "Bet it'd make your chest- make those pretty nipples of your stand right up. Be beggin' for me to suck on 'em."

Your pussy clenches at his words and you can't help how your breath catches. "You'd- I've never— What are ya sayin', Elvis Presley?"

Almost his full name because you're so taken aback by what he's saying. You're imagining this or he's playing a joke on you, trying to get some sort of rise with you. He wouldn't dream of saying this and honestly meaning it. Let alone telling you over the phone like this, it's almost as if he's warnin' you about this but— why? Why would he want to warn you about something like this.

"Honey, I— down here in Texas they— their girls are wild, ya know? Thought it was jus' the women but no it's girls your age too, ya know? Somethin' 'bout this air that makes 'em do things I ain't ever seen another girl do. And I was talkin' to someone 'bout the gun he had on his holster, prettiest thing I ever did see other than you, darlin'. Told me 'bout how his girlfriend— or maybe it was his fiancée played wit' it." Elvis's voice sounds simultaneously like he's nervous to bring this up to you while also taking on this certain element of delight. Certain pleasure in telling you about this person. "Inside of her."

"Inside of— Now I know you aren't— You mean inside her—" You cough, because you are not some wilting little girl. You are Elvis Presley's girlfriend and you can be a big girl about this. "You mean she put it inside of her vagina?" The last word is whispered almost as if you're scared your parents are going to hear or if it'll make it more real to say it out loud.

Elvis chuckles softly, more of a huff of a laugh than anything else before he responds back with any words. "She did. He said he watched her and said she— She liked it. Told 'im it was even better than when he fucked her."

The image of Elvis pumping his gun in and out of you like he would his cock has you dropping the phone for a second in pure shock. The way you can feel your arousal starting to pool between your legs has you biting your lips and shifting in your bed, your thighs gliding together as your breathing changes just slightly. You know Elvis can tell from how he growls into the phone. He may be a dumb yittle boy sometimes but he knows you just as well as you know him now. "You don't really want me to do that when you get home, do you 'Vis?"

"I think ya wanna do it for me, honey. Think if I was there I'd see ya looking like a damn cricket, sliding your legs together. Just one time, baby? One time and if we don't like it, I ain't ever gonna bring it up again. For me? For us?" He sounds so small when he asks, but you know better, it's him trying to charm you, trying to seem all innocent when you both know he hasn't been innocent since the first time he went on tour or the first time a girl batted her eyelashes and said hello.

Your only response is a simple okay before you move onto better topics. Less arousing topics.

Your parents are used to Elvis whisking you away for any number of things so when he comes home the next night, they don't bat an eyelash at him taking you with him to Graceland with promises about how you'll be in another room and his mama won't let him do anything untoward to you. Nevermind that when Miss Gladys sees you it's for the briefest of moments as her son whisks you up the stairs and has you pinned against the door, hands roaming every inch of your skin threatening to set it on fire as he kisses your lips and your neck. He's needy tonight and you don't know if it's because of what you promised him or if he missed you just that much. You feel a hard mass near his leg and you can't help but wonder if it's his cock or the gun because you haven't seen a holster or anything that shows off a gun. Despite your better judgment when he pulls away and you are nuzzling at his nose you give him a nervous grin and whisper a joke.

"That your gun, 'Vis? Or are ya jus' happy to see lil ole me?" A laugh escapes his lips at the same time one escapes yours before he moves to try and pull down your skirts.

"Lil' of both, honey," he practically coos at you when your skirt comes down and you're standing there in your half unbuttoned shirt and your underwear. "Wanna see ya naked for this. Get the full effect."

You bite your lip, your nervousness finally fully peeking through. It's not as if you've never been naked with Elvis, it's not as if he's never seen you completely laid bare underneath him or above him but this is different. Something about this makes you feel raw and exposed like a live wire. A shiver escapes you as Elvis tilts his head just a little bit.

“Don’t— Ain’t nothin’ we haven’t shown each other, baby. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Gonna make ya feel good. Gonna have ya feeling the hot and cold’s what they said,” his hands ghost over your waist before he slides his hands under your shirt to pull it off of you, kissing along the skin he’s exposing bit by bit. “Ya wanna take off my clothes, honey? That gonna make ya feel better? Give ya somethin’ to settle the shakes ya got like ya had the first time we did it in the Cadillac?”

Your hand clenches into a fist before you nod, moving to undo his belt with a speed that embarrasses you a little bit until you hear him laughing softly above you. He finds it endearing, your eagerness or your nervousness and somehow that settles something in you, makes this seem less terrifying. Elvis may have asked you something that’s a mighty strange request but he’s still your Elvis. He wouldn’t hurt you, not intentionally. It doesn’t take too long before you manage to get him out of all his clothes, watching as his muscles twitch under your touch and how the moment you step out of your undergarments his cock twitches so violently in the confines of his underwear he hisses when he gets to pull them off, cursing at his foreskin. The gun is sitting on the bed and you stare at it as Elvis moves behind you cupping your breasts and kissing along your neck slowly, trying to settle you like a scared animal.

“It ain’t loaded, honey, just— this one time, ‘member? We jus’ gonna try it, see if those Texans know somethin’ we don’t.” His voice is low enough to be crooning at you and you feel your body lean up against him, relax up against him. “You get to do it, baby. Just, do what ya want with the gun.”

It takes you a minute or maybe five of just relaxing against him to get up the nerve to crawl on his bed and prop yourself on his pillows.The gun feels heavy in your hand but you’re pretty sure you’re just imagining it as you let the metal touch your neck— your overheated neck— and whimper at the coolness of it. Elvis settles himself at the end of the bed, eyes watching how your nipples are already pebbling before the gun even touches them. You let your legs fall open to give him a better view and you hear a grunt that has you looking up at your boyfriend’s lower lip between his teeth.

“Already gettin’ shiny down there. Glowin’ in the moonlight, darlin’. Wanna- Gonna taste all that later, if ya don’t leave it all over the bed.”

You clench around nothing at the words and Elvis reaches out to touch you before you shake your head, “no, wanna— you wanna see me play wit’ this. Wanna see me play wit’ this like they did. No- You don’t get to touch.”

The funny thing is, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Elvis react as quick as he does in that moment. You don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend respond to something you’ve told him to do as quick as he does in that exact moment. His hand goes directly to his own lap as he nods, whining just a little as he does and you have to bite back the soft giggle that threatens to escape you. The gun though, the sharp coolness of the metal helps you, helps distract you from giggling even if as the gun glides across your nipple you cry out almost in agony. Elvis had been right, they were practically begging to be sucked, to be warmed by his tongue and his mouth. Anything would be better than the bite of the metal, the brush of the barrel against them. Elvis doesn’t make a move though, you had told him not to touch and he was being good even as his hand strayed to his cock, playing with it, his thumb brushing over the tip as he pulled his foreskin back.

Focusing on him made things worse and somehow better, made you wish you had told him he could touch, made you wish he would was moving the gun himself but he told you this was your call, you were in control of what happened with the gun. Small whimpers leave your lips as you try and keep your legs open, practically trying to grind on the air as you slide the gun down down down your torso. You stop just shy of your vagina, your hand shaking a little before you hear Elvis’s voice.

“Ya— Ya good, darlin’?” His question is asked a little shakily but it makes you realize you aren’t the only nervous one here, or maybe he’s just so turned on he can’t speak straight. It doesn’t matter, you don’t think, not with how it calms you just so. “Ya want my help? Want me to hold it for ya?”

“Please?” Your answer comes out rushed and so quiet that you feel the rush and heat of embarrassment as you shiver from it. You want to do this, but it’s not something you’ve ever done and it’s new. For both of you, you hope. Elvis moves closer to you, deciding that sitting next to you might be the best position for this so he can watch and still help you. You move to take your hand off the gun, thinking he wants complete control before he links your fingers together and places both your hands on the gun. You’re still in control with just a little help from him.

You take your hand that’s not on the gun and use it you spread yourself open, making sure there’s enough of a glide from your arousal- a forgone conclusion you think- to help with the gun brushing against your cunt— your vagina— your whatever the two of you want to call it. As your fingers start to play with your clit you feel the brush of the metal finally sliding down and against your clit. A groan leaves your lips as you grind down automatically, craving something to finally give you some proper friction. It’s cold but it doesn’t have the same bite as it did against your nipples, no it’s almost as if the burning heat that keeps growing between your legs offsets it, allows the gun to be heated quicker than it ever would be outside of you. Elvis’s lips brush against the shell of your ear. “Ya ready baby? Ready to take it inside?”

A hum is all you can manage, too anxious and excited all at once to trust anything other than a whimper to leave your mouth if you open it. Elvis knows you though, knows you like the back of his hand or like his guitar and he pushes the gun inside you, slowly but surely, watching the barrel disappear in between your legs as you practically keen at the sensation. It’s the metal contrasting with your skin, with your arousal with everything. It feels like it shouldn’t be up there while feeling less filling than Elvis ever has been. You rock a little against it as part of it brushes against your clit or maybe that’s just yours and Elvis’s hands. At some point you shut your eyes, not because you didn’t want to watch, but because the sensation feels better when you don’t see it, it keeps you grounded in a way having your eyes open doesn’t. Elvis’s voice seems so far away even as you rock against the gun. Had this been what the women were talking about? Did they feel like this too? Powerful and yet stripped bare knowing what was between their legs sliding in and out of their most private parts?

“Christ they weren’t lyin’ ya look fuckin’. Gonna hafta help me wit’ what’s ‘tween my legs, honey. Wanna taste ya after this- wanna have ya all night. Missed ya and now ya doin’ this? Fuckin’ perfect for me. Best girl I coulda asked for. Ya gonna— Ya hear how ya sound?” His words are slurred against your ear and you do hear yourself, hear how the gun squelches and squishes between your folds and you whine, your head turning trying to bury your head into Elvis’s shoulder even if it should be impossible. Your brain and your heart and your ears register him shushing you, telling you he’s gotcha, telling you how he wants to see you come like this and that does it. You clench around the barrel and a soundless scream leaves your mouth as your orgasm rips through you and leaves you shaking and twitching against Elvis. There’s a warmth next to your leg and you open your eyes to see Elvis’s own release against your leg as he flushes under your gaze.

Almost as if he wants to distract you he starts to pull the gun out and you shut your eyes at the sensation before opening them back up again when you hear the pop of it being pulled completely out of you. It takes you and Elvis a few minutes after he tosses the gun to the side before you speak.

“Can’t do that again tonight.” But perhaps another night, your mind thinks as you move to play with Elvis’s cock.

His hand moves to swat your hand away as he slinks down the bed and puts himself at eye level with your vagina. “Don’t want ya to,” he pauses, licking his lips as you allow your legs to fall open just a hair. “Gonna taste ya though. See if ya taste any different.”

You don't.

#elvis presley #elvis presley smut #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #that's all the tags i'm doing.#ally writes #should've hid this one in my ao3.

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banana-bread-connoisseur · 3 months ago

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hi hi! might i request a yugioh match up from you luv? i've been dying looking for more yugioh content!

i hope i'm providing everything needed, if not pls tell me and i can submit again ‼️

> physical description

- black woman with cheek-length locs, black hair, brown eyes, freckles, caramel skin, 5'5", slim-thick physique

> personality description

- she/they who switches between masc/femme presenting; usually resevered and timid, but still friendly; kind, compassionate, forgiving; caring, thoughtful, intuitive; geeks out over things I enjoy, can drone on about them for hours; creative at heart, warm and soft hearted; sensitive, heart on sleeve; driven, determined, loyal; earthy girl meets streetwear meets dark academia (?) aesthetics

> hobbies include

- writing, singing, listening to music, reading, gaming, collecting posters, cooking, watching YouTube, deep dives and analyses, cafe sitting, sunsets/sunrise/moon pic, moodboards

i'm open to both genders! can't wait to see what you come up with 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

A/n:Getting my passport renewed today for Morocco:D I can't wait to see my family

I match u up with!!

Joey or tea

But Joey would be the perfect match cuz have you seen the dude?? He's absolutely unhinged and down for anything

I feel like tea would be stretch but I believe she'd might do it if she knows u well enough

But she's still supportive to all her friends

And she'd probably cook a lot with you

She'll listen to all your deep dives of anything

It could be an analysis of shit and she'd listen carefully

He'd be supportive of you and literally any1

He'd call you something with baby

Does not matter what or how ridiculous it is he's still calling u it

You 2 become those crazy theorists because of him or just have a normal analysis

There's no in between with this man😭🙏

When u 2 play video games he rages so bad esp when horror games

Bro literally almost risks his life almost every few episodes

Please go get your mans!!

#lady cupid #x reader #༶•┈┈⛧┈♛💘cupid hits💘♛┈⛧┈┈•༶#yugioh matchup #matchups #matchups open #yugioh x reader #yu gi oh #yu gi oh x reader

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thesnagabegins · 1 year ago

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DROPPING THE COMRADERY POTION DRAFT 1

pls help with feedback I really am clawing at my own brain trying to write properly about James and the others actions. this is shit please dont mind it but i'd like some help characterizing everyone correctly so pls give feedback tyty

luna's draft is up next 🙏❤️

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The comradery potion wasn't supposed to work like this. He wanted James and his friends to ignore him, not to become completely accept and obsess over him. That bit made him feel terribly uncomfortable, it was /too/ much.

'Sev let's go' James says when Mulciber is around, he thinks severus doesn't need those sorts around anymore to the point where remus, sirius, and James call him an honoary gryffindor. He doesn't like this, he thinks gryffindors are full of themselves (sans lily of course), that they're good so they must be superior for doing the 'right things'

But severus always knew these 'right things' never included helping his well being. They were for show, so the group could go back into their common room and laugh about it later.

The comradery potion had them forgiving severus for what James said was being ugly and weird. The real james, sirius, and lupin would gawk at him for not bathing or washing his hair (severus has very sensitive skin and scalp, he doesn't shower often because it is an overwhelming stimulus for him, it takes much energy to will himself at this point of his life to do it as often as it needed to happen) or they would make fun of him liking Lily, or hanging out with Mulciber.

#severus snape

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fizzzypopzz · 7 months ago

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Yall... New silly dream just dropped? It was wild, but there was kinda a lot, so this is gonna be really long, mb 😭🙏

Have any of yall had any silly/crazy dreams w skz or atz in them??? I do all the time jdsbjshaja- Id love to hear, if anyone wants to share :3c (uhhh, no nsfw ones tho pls 💔)

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Ok the dream (pls forgive my awful writing skills, im just good at rambling🙏):

I lived in a house that ive never actually been inside of, but ive passed countless time irl. Its across the road from a river, and the wall facing it is almost entirely glass. The yard is really nice too.

I didnt live alone though! The other ppl that lived there were all of atz, Changbin and Lee Know. (LEE KNOW HAD A LIKE, 2-3 YEAR OLD BABY TOO??? He carried her the whole time, and when I asked where the baby came from he looked like he was gonna slap the shit outta me and feed me to the cats bro 😭)

Other than the baby, everything was super chill. We were all besties, just tryna vibe. Most of us had our own rooms, I think there were only two rooms w two ppl in them, but that what they wanted. And everyone got along for the most part. BUT THEY WERE TEASING THE SHIT OUTTA ME FOR LIKING BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY 😭💔

They thought it was the goofiest shit ever, so when I got excited abt seeing some loons (and some penguins? Idk why tf there were penguins, it makes no sense) in the river, THEY HID MY FUCKIN CAMERA FROM ME??? I have a nice camera irl, but THEY HID IT FROM ME IN THE DREAM! 😭

I was super embarrassed bc i couldnt find it, and they were all in the living room listening to me freak out like, "YALL, PLS, I NEED TO GET THIS SHOT. pls? 😭" and GIGGLING AT ME! They were all so proud of themselves too.

Changbin hadnt been home, but got back in the middle of all this and felt bad for me bc i was starting visibly stress, so he made the others get my camera for me. He was like, "Uh?? You guys realize that that was a gift they got from their family, right? An expensive one at that, come on yall.. 😔"

So they give me my camera back, Wooyoung sides me, Lee Know (and his baby) heads outside w me bc he lowkey wanted to see the birds too, Changbin and Hongjoong follow too, and I get the pictures. The baby literally ate mud, and there was a giant dog that we took in? I think thats the end?

#fizzzypostzz #i might post abt my other skz/atz dreams bc this one isnt as silly as the others.....#this is what i get for staying up til 3:30 am playing atz superstar #superstar atz? i cant remember rn xjdbdjdj #everytime these mfs are in my dreams they are never normal 😭#always gotta be something silly #ateez #atz #atiny #stray kids #skz #stay

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 3 years ago

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If you write for Sukuna, I need head anons of him falling in love with a chubby reader. Either Canon Sukuna or fanon Sukuna, either works

Babe, i am so sorry but i went a little hogwild and wrote a novel instead of just a couple of headcanons, pls forgive me for how much you'll have to read 😔🙏 anyways, we're gonna do modern au Sukuna bc although i love that canon genocidal freak of nature, i have an idea and i wanna write about it. Also Sukuna is pretty ooc in this but ykw idgaf, i liked writing him this way sksksk

Word count: 6,826 (im so sorry, pls forgive me sksksk)

CW: chubby fem reader (ofc aldjakdj), modern au Sukuna, smut, use of the words "daddy" and "bunny", use of the word "fat" in a nonderogatory way, not beta read bc this shit is too damn long

Okie dokie artichoky skskks, lemme set the scene for yall

You're a curvy, gorgeous, hardworking woman getting your bachelor's degree and you are 💫FABULOUS💫

You live off campus bc it's cheaper than a dorm. Yea, it's kind of a crummy apartment and one time a mouse crawled under your door but you're stubborn and don't wanna spend a bunch of money

You live at the end of the hall, and for two years no one has lived next door to you, and you were happy with that

Then that all changed when Ryomen Sukuna, an up-and-coming MMA fighter, moved in next door

The first time yall met was when you woke up to hearing him fucking some girl on the other side of your wall

So obvs you go over to his apartment and angrily knock on his door bc wtf dude i'm trynna sleep over here, what kinda asshole makes this much noise this late at night 😤

Ok but when he answered the door, you really didn't expect him to look like THAT

Modern au MMA fighter Sukuna is about 6'3", has pink hair, body and face tattoos, his ears pierced, oh god and he's jacked just built like a fucking god and he absolutely towers over you—

"You here to join or what?" oh FUCK his voice is deep too wtf yall what the FU—

wait

what did he say??

This bitch straight up starts flirting with you while his side chick is waitin for him back in his bed and you're just ??????? HUH????

You're super flustered but politely ask him to quiet down bc you're trying to sleep and he's making too much noise

And this mothafucka SMIRKS and says, "Sure, bunny, I can quiet down for ya. Not sure if she can, but I'm sure I can give her somethin else to do with her mouth."

If you could turn pure scarlet you definitely would bc you are currently losing your shit wtf why is he talking to you like this who tf is this guy—

Anyways, you stutter out a thank you and hurry back to your apartment, pretending like you don't hear him let out the sexiest chuckle you've ever heard behind you

He's kind of a menace after that. He's not the worst neighbor you could have, like he did quiet down after you asked, but then he just brought another girl home the next weekend and was just as loud so you had to go ask him to shut up again 🙄

Oh, and don't worry, he does that again. And again. And again, for five weeks in a row jesus christ, how many girls actually wanna fuck this dude wth?

But it doesn't stop there. No, this dude also insists on bothering you whenever you're home. Doesn't matter if you're just relaxing or studying, he'll knock on your door and interrupt you with some stupid shit

His go-to line is "can I borrow some milk?" which come on dude who tf drinks milk anymore, like I can't even finish a carton of oatmilk on my own and you're out here bothering your neighbors for some?

BUT ANYWAYS you get him some milk while he watches you from your doorway, leaning against the doorframe and eyeing you up and down until you bring a cup of milk to him

"Thanks, bunny. I'll have to return the favor sometime; maybe give you some milk of my own ;)" MAAAAAAN, IF YOU DON'T TAKE YOUR FUCKIN GLASS O' MILK AND LEAVE—

You hate that he flirts with you, you know he's a player, he's got fuckboy written all over him so you know he aint bein sincere when he flirts with you, so why the FUCK does your dumbass heart start to race every time this motherfucker shows up shirtless at your door?!

Sorry, got a lil angry there sksksk

Anyways, Sukuna flirts with you too damn much and you know he's just flirting for fun and doesn't mean any of it so you're pretty sick and tired of his antics

But the truth is that Sukuna actually is attracted to you, even if it's just in a shallow way

Tbh he's never fucked a curvy woman before and he's intrigued with how it would feel

He's curious about what it'd be like to fuck your tits or your thighs, or how you'd look folded in half and drunk off his cock

Surprise surprise, Ryomen likes rough sex and he really wants to be rough with you 🥴

I'm talking slapping your ass, tits and thighs, pulling your hair, fucking your face, choking you, spitting in your mouth. Mans literally wants to beat you up which?? you good dude? you need somebody to talk to because your kinks make me think that you need therapy sksksk

But since you're not used to big buff guys wanting to have sex with you and flirting 24/7, you don't see him as anything but an annoying playboy who just flirts with you bc he's bored and has nothing better to do

You avoid him whenever you can, but he always seems to show up, whether it's at your door or by the mailboxes, and you wonder if you're gonna have to spend the rest of college like this

But then, one day, he stops showing up around you

You expect to hear him fucking someone new that Saturday night, but you don't hear anything and actually have a good night's sleep for once

You expect to see him the next morning when he comes by for some milk ("Gotta have somethin nutritious after that workout last night ;)"), but he doesn't show up

It's Wednesday now and at this point you're kinda concerned, like did he die? Wtf happened to him?

Yk he's an MMA fighter, so you decide to look him up on the internet; maybe you'll find answers there?? It's better than sitting around and asking "what if" questions all day

First link that comes up is to a video showing Sukuna getting knocked tf out in his latest fight. You watch the aftermath of the fight, a hand over your mouth as you see blood drip out of his mouth, his face already swelling as the announcers comment on the fight

Ok, that's it, you're gonna go check on him.

Yes he's annoying and stupid and you've lost a lot of milk thanks to that asshole, but you're still worried about him and wanna make sure he's doing ok bc you're a good person

So you go to his apartment that evening and hesitantly knock on his door

He opens the door a minute or two later, and tbh he looks like shit. His jaw is definitely broken, exceptionally swollen on the left side where he got hit a couple nights before, and he looks super tired

"Need sumthin bunny?" he mumbles, barely able to move his mouth due to his broken jaw

"Are... are you doing alright? I saw your last fight and... I just wanted to make sure you were okay..."

Ryomen shrugs, "Yea, I mean... could be worse..."

The two of you stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say in this situation

"Are you... sure you're okay? Are you sleeping alright? Are you getting enough to eat?"

"I mean," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm drinkin protein shakes..."

Ok, you don't know what it was about the whole situation, but you could feel your motherly instincts kicking in and you just had the strongest urge to take care of him bc clearly he isn't taking care of himself

Long story short, you insist on cooking meals that are nutritious and pureed so that Sukuna eats some real food while he's healing

Cue you inviting forcing him to come over so you can make him some food and make sure he eats

He tells you that you don't have to do anything for him but you're stubborn as hell so once you've set your mind on something, you're not gonna change it sksksk

He tries to flirt with you and lighten the mood like he usually does, but tbh he just feels so exhausted and shitty that he can't keep up his playful attitude

He kinda just crashes on your couch while you make him some dinner and begrudgingly drinks the blended soup you made with a straw

You do this for him at least four nights a week, bringing him over to your place and sending him home with enough leftovers for at least lunch the next day

It becomes a new routine for the two of you: him coming over and chatting while you made him dinner, then watching a movie or two before he went back to his place

You start to learn that there's more to this guy than you once thought!

He's not just some annoying flirt who fucks a new woman every weak; he's actually pretty down to earth

Turns out that his upbringing wasn't the best: he was raised by a single mom and he didn't have a lot growing up

He was a delinquent in school, and he got into way too many fights. He eventually started fighting for money in high school, and he was scouted when he was 17

He got a manager and a trainer and within a year he was fighting professionally. He got his tattoos and piercings once he turned 18, wanting to stand out in the ring, and it's definitely worked! A lot of fans like him for his style more than his fighting ability

He earns a lot of money fighting, upwards of $50,000 per appearance, but he doesn't like to spend very much. He's put most of his money into savings and stocks so that he can live comfortably when he's a bit older

Fun fact: he invested in bitcoin when it was worth less than $500, and he got hella cash when the stocks skyrocketed, and then he sold his stocks and ran off with the money sksksks

Anyways, he's well off, but bc he prefers saving money and investing, he lives as cheaply as possible (hence the fact that he now lives in your shitty apartment complex)

Sukuna also starts to learn a lot about you!!

He learns about your interests, the degree you're studying, your taste in movies, and the more he learns about you, the more he realizes that you're not just a pretty face that he wants to pump and dump

And so, Ryomen's crush on you begins when he's healing from his last fight, coming over almost nightly to eat with you or even just to talk

Now, Sukuna doesn't know how to process his emotions at first

Tbh, the first time he realizes that he feels differently about you is when he finally gets the energy to masturbate again

He's masturbated to the thought of you before, fantasizing about all the nasty things he wants to do to you in bed, but those thoughts don't get him off this time

No, this time he keeps thinking about how gentle you are with him since he's injured, being so sweet and kind to him while he heals

He thinks about your pretty smile and the way your round cheeks puff up when you grin, how your hands move when you cook, how your laughter rings like windchimes while you watch a comedy together

And suddenly he's imagining that he invites you over once he's healed, either ordering an expensive meal or cooking something special for you as a way of thanks

He thinks about eating with you, bonding with you, letting his knuckles graze your cheek and jaw before he tilts your head towards his and kisses you oh so gently

He's been with plenty of women before, and he's always been rough with them, pretty much using them for his pleasure, not really thinking about their desires

But you're different from all of them, and he wants to treat you differently too

He wants to guide you to his bedroom and lay you down, kissing along your thighs and up to your sex

He wants to taste you, to lick along those chubby pussy lips and suck your cute clit into his mouth and he wants to hear you moan and feel your soft hands grasping at his hair and pulling him closer, suffocating him in the best way possible

He wants to slide his cock into you slowly, thumbing your clit the entire time, feeling you spasm gently on his cock once he's balls deep inside you

He wants to feel those plush thighs wrap around his waist, ankles locking under his ass and keeping his thrusts shallow, your arms holding him against you, letting him feel your heart beat rapidly next to his

He wants to touch and kiss every inch of you, hearing you whimper and whine with each squeeze, his name falling from those pretty plump lips of yours before he goes in for a kiss—

Ryomen realizes near the end of his recovery that he's fucked

What's he going to do once he's healed? Ask you out? You ignored his advances before his injury, why would you suddenly accept them? The two of you have gotten close enough that you consider each other friends; he doesn't want to ruin that when he's almost certain you wouldn't reciprocate his feelings

Basically, even though he's crushing on you hard and wants nothing more than to make you his, he worries that you won't feel the same and it'll ruin the friendship you've created

No, he can't let that happen. He's rather suffer by your side than lose you altogether, so he keeps his mouth shut and enjoys his time with you, not uttering a word about his newfound feelings

Two months have passed and Sukuna is finally all healed up and ready to fight again

You're prepared to be woken up that Saturday by him fucking some girl, but surprisingly, that doesn't happen

You check the internet to see if he had a fight, which he did, so you were confused why he hadn't brought home one of his fans

Well, maybe he's just too tired this week. He'll probably bring someone home the next week or the week after that, but that doesn't happen

It's been a month since he's healed up and you know for a fact that he's had at least three fights since then, so why hasn't he had victory sex? I mean, he used to do that all the time, why has he suddenly stopped? Did his recovery mess with his libido or something?

Now during this time, Ryomen has continued to be friendly towards you. He's not flirting like he used to; he's treating you with respect and his actions and words seem genuine

The two of you got so used to your routine while he was healing that you decided to hang out in the evenings during the week

Ryo always comes over to your place (he doesn't have a proper couch; he's got a beanbag chair and that's it), either bringing food with him or helping you cook

You alternate who chooses the movie and you just chill with each other, enjoying each other's company in a way that you never in a million years would've imagined happening

He's become... softer with you. You're not sure how to explain it, but before he got hurt, he was all smirky and teasing and unpredictable, but now he's gentler, his flirtatious smirk almost nonexistent at this point

His eyes were softer too; before they had some bite to them, something mischievous, but now they're relaxed and focused, and you start to wonder if his eyes were always that pretty or if something changed along the way—

Oh shit

Ok so maybe you've grown more attached to Sukuna than you originally thought, but who can blame you? It's the Florence Nightingale effect, it's a very common occurrence so it's not like you're alone in how you feel

But how do you feel? Do you like him? Bc for the longest time he was just your annoying neighbor and you avoided him like the plague, so what changed? Was it bc you helped take care of him? Was it bc you got to know him?

There were too many variables for you to pinpoint the exact reason why you started feeling differently about him

All that you knew was that he was nicer now and you actually enjoyed having him around and you wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked—

"Why are you touching my hair, bunny?"

Shit, you didn't realize you had reached out to touch him. You pulled your hand back, curling into yourself on the couch and looking back at the TV

"Sorry. I was just thinking."

Sukuna tilted his head back onto the couch cushions, looking up at you from his spot on the floor

"Bout what? Wonderin if my hair is greasy or somethin?"

You giggle at that, and Ryomen can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage

"No, dummy. Just... I don't know, I was just thinking about your hair, like... like how often you dye it and stuff."

He feels like you're lying but he's not completely sure. He shrugs and looks back at the TV

"Well, I get it done every month or so. I got a personal stylist for photoshoots and shit and she usually does it before a promo for a big fight."

You hum in acknowledgement, barely listening to him. You're still staring at his pink strands, wondering what they look like when they're not gelled back, maybe after a long hot shower after a grisly fight

"You can... you can touch my hair, if ya want. It doesn't bother me."

You feel your face burn, and for a moment you wonder if he can read your mind. You hesitantly reach out again, combing your fingers through his hair, hearing him sigh softly at the contact

It's nice, petting his hair like this, scratching along his scalp and twirling his hair around your fingers. You swear you can hear him moan softly at your touch, leaning into it and following your hand for more.

"You're like a cat," you mumbled, your index finger lightly grazing the nape of his neck, making him shiver. "You act all big and tough and hiss, but once you get a little affection you turn into a little kitten."

"Excuse you," he retorts, arching his brow at you, "but I am not a kitten. If anything I'm a wolf."

You snicker. "Oh yeah? What makes you a wolf?"

"Well, I'm big and strong and protect those I care about—

"—and you turn into a big puppydog when people love on you."

"AYYO, SHUT YER MOUTH" he'll yell, throwing the pillow in his lap at you, making you giggle. You throw the pillow back and soon enough you're having a pillow fight, Ryomen laughing and you squealing as he gets on top of you and bops you with the cushion

"OKAY, OKAY, UNCLE, UNCLE, YOU WIN!!" you squeak, giggling as you pull the pillow out of his grasp and above your head, leaving you face to face with Sukuna

The two of you stare at each other, your smiles faltering as you search each other's faces. The atmosphere has changed; Ryo's eyes turn from playful to thoughtful before he sighs loudly

"Fuck it," is all he mutters before he leans down and kisses you

Long story short, yall fuck on the couch

PSYCHE, YOU REALLY THINK I'D LET YALL DO THAT ALDJALDJKJD

You end up slapping him away, pouting as he leans back, your eyes beginning to water

"Jesus, what the hell, Y/N? What was that for?"

"You go too far, Ryo," you mumble, your lip quivering as you hug the pillow to your chest, looking away. "I don't mind you flirting with me, but playing with my emotions when you don't like me is cruel..."

Sukuna stares at you, rubbing a hand over his face as he sighs again

"God, you're so dumb, Y/N. You really think I'd kiss someone I'm not interested in?"

You blink, eyes darting back to see his face burning red, his gaze averted.

"...What do you mean? ...do you like me??"

Somehow his face turns darker, his hand rubbing over his neck as he looks up at the ceiling, breathing deep for a few moments.

"Yea... I like ya..."

He's prepared for you to kick him out, or worse, tell him that you don't feel the same and ask if you two can go back to how things were. He's tired of not being able to hold you, kiss you, cherish you, call him his. He's not sure if he can stay your friend forever—

"I... I like you too 🥺👉👈"

His gaze shoots back to you, eyes wide as he takes in your bashful expression. He can feel his lips curl unconsciously

"Shit... for real?" His grin spreads wider when you nod, his heart pounding as he leans down again. "Well then don't push me away this time."

Aaaaaaaaand it's official, you're dating sksksk

Tbh not much changes with your routine: Ryo still comes over for dinner and to hang out but now there's cuddling and kissing 🥰

You have a lot of doubts at the beginning of the relationship tho. Like you've seen the kinds of girls he used to fuck (literally all of them looked like models) and you obviously don't look like that so you're insecure about that and dont know what Sukuna even sees in you

You bring this up to him about two weeks after yall officially started dating and he asks if he can show you how he feels

You weren't sure what you were getting into but you agreed, letting Ryomen take your hand and tug you back to your bedroom

Now, Sukuna may be pushy at times, but he'd never force you to do anything, so everything he does is preceded by a question.

"Would you lay on the bed for me? Can I kiss you? Can I touch you here? Can I take these off?" and suddenly you're left in your underwear on your bed with Ryo on top of you

He's a man of actions, not words, so he barely speaks as he pushes his face into your cleavage, pushing your breasts together and groaning softly between them

He fondles your breasts for a while, his big hands are gentle but firm, squeezing your tits before he pinches your nipples, tugging at them before he introduces his tongue

You can feel his erection press into your thigh as he sucks your nipple, lavishing it for what feels like an eternity before he moves to the other one. At one point he pushes your breasts together and tries to suck both nipples at once, making you whine from the attention.

He eventually moves down your stomach, kissing and squeezing it along the way, leaving a trail of love bites before he reaches your sex

He nibbles at your plump mound, sucking on the extra flesh above your cunt, squeezing your thighs as he keeps them open

Once he finally reaches your pussy, you're completely soaked, your underwear drenched in your fluids

He teases you a bit ("Seems like somebody likes the attention they're getting 😏") before he practically rips your panties off, diving into your cunt like a starved man.

He eats you like you're his last meal, taking his sweet time slurping and sucking on your labia, bullying your clit mercilessly before pushing his fingers into you

You easily cum on his thick fingers, riding out your orgasm as he laps at your cum, but he doesn't stop. No, he pulls not one, not two, but three more climaxes out of you before he decides that he's done.

By the time he's finished, you're practically begging for his cock, on the verge of tears as you pull on his arms and try to bring him closer

"What's the matter? Does my cute chubby bunny want my cock? You want me to fill up that pretty pussy?" And you'll nod and whine and whimper for him, and how can he deny you when you're acting so precious? He hasn't even fucked you yet and you're already needy for more.

His cock is massive, to put it lightly. You always wondered why his past partners screamed so loud in his bed, and now you know. He's about 9 inches long, about as thick as a soda can, so heavy that it hangs low once he takes his boxers off

"Nervous, bunny?" he asks, massaging your thighs as he brings his cock closer to your entrance. "Don't worry. Daddy's gonna be real gentle with ya, okay? Gonna make you feel so good, baby girl."

And he does, he really really does. He's so gentle and sweet with you that you wonder what happened to your real boyfriend. The man on top of you is nothing like the man you first met months ago, and yet he's still sporting that same playful smirk right up until he pushes the head of his cock into you, thumbing your clit rhythmically

"Oh fuck, baby. Jesus... if I knew you'd feel this good, I woulda fucked you a lot sooner."

He doesn't last as long as he usually does, and it's all your fault. It's your fault for having such a tight, wet pussy that squeezes him just right; it's your fault for being so soft and warm and squishy underneath him; it's your fault for moaning wantonly, mouth falling open and eyes rolling back, looking so deliciously pretty as he grinds his cock into you.

He makes sure that you cum one more time before he pulls out, jerking off on your tummy. He groans loudly when he sees his thick, white semen coat your pudgy belly, and deep down all he wants to do is rub his cock against your tummy until he cums again.

Instead of that, he just plops down beside you, pulling you to his chest, not caring about the mess he's made.

"Feel better?" You nod and he chuckles tiredly. "Good. Now no more feeling insecure. You're too pretty to be sad." 🥺🥰💕💕💕

Once yall fuck for the first time, all bets are off sksksk like Sukuna is CONSTANTLY horny for you wtf

He's wanted you for so fucking long and now he's gonna have you in every way possible

He fucks you on every piece of furniture in both your apartments (yes, this includes all the countertops and even the walls)

He tries to be gentle with you after your first time, but he really can't help himself. I mean, you're just so cute and sweet and hot and god the look you give him when he slides his cock into you is to die for

Sukuna isn't a fan of pulling out, he'd much rather finish inside you. He also doesn't like condoms so be prepared to be on birth control if you aren't already bc he's gonna cum in your pretty pussy 95% of the time. Occasionally he'll pull out and finish on your ass or thighs, but he prefers watching his cum drip out of your tight hole 💕

He's normally pretty chill during sex, like he's not fucking the life out of you most of the time, but there are some exceptions!! For example, when he comes home after winning a match, when he's feeling jealous and possessive, when you're wearing something too cute/sexy. If any of these things happen, he'll be rougher with you, his fantasies from before his crush on you resurfacing

He only does these thing's with your consent, but once you give him permission he goes wild. You will not be able to walk for at least an hour after and once you do, you're gonna be wobbling like Bambi for a bit

You'd think that his fav position would be doggystyle so he could see your ass bounce, but he honestly prefers positions where you're facing each other. He wants to see your face when you cum and feel your nails scratch up his body plus then he gets to hold you close and feel your soft plush body against his 💕

He's begun a habit of buying things for you. You never ask him to, but sometimes he'll show up at your apartment with a few bags or packages and he'll ask you real nice and sweet if you could model some clothes for him.

He gets lingerie, little dresses, crop tops, mini skirts and shorts, just anything that'll show off that sexy curvy body of yours. He'll sit on your couch with his legs spread, the outline of his cock extremely noticeable in his gray sweatpants, relaxing with a beer while you try on the clothes he got for you.

It's pretty embarrassing for you, having this hot guy buy you clothes you didnt ask for, telling you to turn around and let him get a good look at you. Your body gets so hot from the looks he gives you and the little whistles and comments he makes as he eyes you up and down.

"Cmere, bunny," he'll say, making you feel like prey in the presence of a predator. You listen, of course, bc you know he would never hurt you. He'll have you straddle his lap, bringing your hips flush against his so you can feel his throbbing cock against your cunt.

"Look at what you did, baby. You went and made me all hot and bothered for ya. Are you gonna take responsibility for yer actions or am I gonna have to bend ya over and punish my little bunny?" LORD, GIVE ME STRENGTH—

Fast forward to you bouncing on his cock, your new clothes ruined already from Ryo ripping them out of impatience. He doesn't care tho, he's got plenty of extra cash to spend on you.

Ok but Sukuna has a tendency to use the word "fat" but not in a mean way like he uses it during dirty talk. "I love this fat little pussy of yours", "you got a nice fat ass, bunny", "who's this fat cunt belong to?", "you better sit that fat ass on my face before I lose my patience" like???? Ok, it's a little jarring at first but he partly does it bc he doesn't want you to hate the word "fat". Like he knows you have a rough history with the word and he doesn't want you to have negative emotions associated with the word, like every time you hear the word he wants you to think about his thick cock splitting you open instead. Idk man, i can't explain it, he just loves how big and plump you are and he gets turned on every time he calls your pussy fat 🤷‍♀️ but ofc if u don't like it then he won't do it 💕

Has a habit of using your clothes to hold you better and fuck you harder. Like if you're wearing his shirt and lookin like a fuckin snacc he will bunch that shit up in one hand and uses it like reigns, like he's gonna pull you onto his cock with each thrust and fuck you harder

He's a fan of anal. He can live without it, but he loves fucking your ass while you've got a vibrator in your pussy. Again, he won't do anything you don't wanna do, but he'll bend over backwards just to put the head in let me put the head in oooo i dont want more than that girl i respect the cat i promise just a touch—

SPEAKING OF SEX TOYS, he loves using them with you 💕 he doesn't really like em on himself, but he loves using a vibe/clit sucker on you during sex, maybe put a cute little heart shaped plug in your ass, maybe put some clamps on your nipples that clink and jingle while you bounce on his cock. He's got a little collection, but he uses vibes most often bc he loves how it makes you jive on his dick 🥴

He calls you his good girl, but when he's in a rough mood, he calls you his little slut 💕

RYOMEN SUKUNA IS A SLUT FOR STEM BITCHES, LIKE IF YOU GET A DEGREE IN A SCIENTIFIC FIELD HE WILL JUST HNNNNNGGGG GO APESHIT!!!! He doesn't know wtf you're sayin but you sound really sexy sayin it. Big man just wants to turn a smart girl dumb with his big fat cock 🥺💕

He gets really pissy if you try to go on a diet or lose weight. Now dont get me wrong, he's happy if you're happy, but if you try to lose weight bc you don't like your body he will shut that shit down immediately. Makes sure that you don't skip meals and eat enough calories, he doesnt CARE if you don't like your size, you're literally perfect and there's no way in hell you're gonna change just so society accepts you so why don't ya chill out and let him order you some takeout after he dicks you down? I mean, ya gotta regain your strength after all that strenuous activity, might as well have a meal from your fav restaurant, hell, have some dessert too! If you're worried about gaining weight, he'll find a way for the two of yall to burn some calories ;)

Although he seems like the kind of guy who only cares about sex, he's actually a very loving and sweet boyfriend. It's just that his love language is physical touch so he often uses sex as a way to express his feelings for you. But that's not the only way: he also insists on cuddling with you every second he can, and if he isn't holding your hand when you're going out then he gets all pouty and grumpy.

Overall, you're very happy with your relationship with him and you don't have any complaints... well, there is one thing

You've noticed that Sukuna never asks you to come to his fights. It's not like you want to go and see your boyfriend of six months get beat up, but you want to be there to support him! You wanna cheer him on and give him a big kiss when he wins!! Is that too much to ask?? 🥺💕

You watch highlights of his fights at home, and sometimes you'll watch the interviews after the fight and listen to what commenters say.

At some point, the commenters start talking about Sukuna and how he's changed over the last several months. They talk about how he used to be seen with a new girl after his fights every week, his arm around their waist as he answered a few questions before leaving, but now he's always alone and he tries to leave asap after his fights. "What happened to the playboy that Sukuna's fans grew to love?" they ask rhetorically.

You end up asking Sukuna why he never brings you to his fights, and he's hesitant to answer. You ask him if he's embarrassed by you and he firmly denies it, saying that he isn't embarrassed by you in the slightest. He eventually reveals that he doesn't bring you along bc he's seen how the media treats other fighters' partners and he doesn't want anyone to attack you for any reason.

Yall talk through things and basically you tell him that you're a big girl and you can take care of yourself. And although Ryomen just wants to keep you safe away from all the people who could be shitty to you, he gives in and invites you to his next match.

Fast forward to said match which is actually against the same dude who broke his jaw almost a year ago. You're sitting right outside the octagon where his manager and trainer are (they're super excited to finally meet you!! They're v nice and cool 😊). You're wearing one of Ryo's fav hoodies and almost bouncing with excitement bc omg you’re gonna get to see your strong hot boyfriend fight irl for the first time!!

The match starts soon enough, and you're cheering on your boyfriend the whole time. It's nerve-wracking to see him get hit, especially since this guy hurt him so badly just this year.

It's the main event so there's five rounds total, and it's long and grueling, but Sukuna wins by a hair and you're so excited!!! You literally start jumping around when he wins, squealing and clapping and cheering for him.

He leaves the ring and goes straight to you, picking you up and twirling you around. You're squealing, yelling at him to put you down bc you're "too big" and he "shouldn't exert himself after a fight like that". He finally puts you down, cupping your face and kissing you hard. He smirks at you when he pulls away a moment later.

"I know my limits, bunny. You need to relax and trust me a bit more." You open your mouth to protest but he just kisses you again, the two of you ignoring the rambunctious crowd in the background. "I'm gonna have to bring you to fights more often," he almost yells as he pulls away. "Pretty sure you're my good luck charm." 💕💕💕

You become more involved in his career after that, showing up to the majority of his matches and supporting him. You've even got some fans of your own! There's people out there that are literally cheering you two on and want you to stay together forever and it's so adorable 🥺💕

Side note: you know how they have those pre fight press conferences with opponents? And how the opponents trash talk each other and shit? Well, at his next big conference after yall went public with your relationship, the guy Sukuna was supposed to fight made some rude comments about your appearance and Sukuna ended up knocking him out on stage with a flying kick. Nobody dared talking shit about you after that

Ok so you're convinced that Sukuna is the only big buff dude who finds you attractive but you are WRONG, DEAD WRONG. A LOT of the gym rats that occupy the same spaces as Sukuna find you very sexy and wanna fuck a chubby beauty like you (bc let's be honest, a lotta gym rats are chubby chasers). You may not notice these guys looking at you, but Sukuna does and he hates it, you're his chubby bunny and he needs everyone to know it, so what does he do? He records himself fucking you from behind and sends it to his acquaintances so they know who you belong to. Also will not hesitate to drag you to the gym with him so that after he trains he can fuck you in the showers in the locker room. He likes knowing that his fellow fighters are right outside changing and can hear you moaning like a whore for him.

After a couple years together, Sukuna gets a tattoo associated with you. Could be your name or a little bunny, but he wants to have a physical reminder of his love for you. Maybe it's his wedding gift to you (bc he's dumb and corny like that sksksk).

Yes, he's had playboy tendencies in the past, but tbh once yall started dating he knew you were the one and he was ready to settle down after the first three months. He doesn't propose for a couple years, but in the back of his mind he knows that no one else can make him as happy as you do, so he's certain that he's gonna spend the rest of his life with you.

Please don't break this boy's heart. He puts on a tough act, but he wears his heart on his sleeve and can't handle when his loved ones hurt him. That's why he doesn't have a lot of ppl close to him: he's worried about getting hurt.

He won't admit it, but you're the only thing that matters to him, like you're his reason for living. Before you, he just went through the motions and didn't really think about what he'd do when he retired. Sure, he saves money for retirement and whatnot, but he doesn't really have a plan for life besides fighting.

Then you come along and make him all soft and mushy and now he's thinking about getting a nice house with a backyard, adopting a big dog and maybe having a kid or two if you wanted. He's finally found a reason for living and he's for damn sure never going to let you go 💕

#ask #ryomen sukuna #smut #fem reader #chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #pls forgive me for how long this is #im still not 100% satisfied with it but I hope yall enjoy it regardless 💕#mma fighter!sukuna #sukuna #☀️ asks

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shidouryusm · 3 years ago

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A drabble for the love of my life, Iwaizumi Haijme(27),athletic trainer.

A.N- This is my second time writing after almost two years so if it is cringey or anything please forgive me. 🙏

Note: Reader is the vice captain of Seijoh Girls team.

(A.N- I personally play volleyball so I induced my presence as a player here 🤭)

Pairing: High school!Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader.

Happy Birthday my ~Iwa-chan~.

The morning sun of June blared from your window as you peered through the lids of your eyes. No sooner than a moment, you knew what day it is and how you are going to spend it. Naturally your eyes went on your study table and there it was, wrapped in midnight blue paper, the square box containing a little token of love for Iwaizumi Hajime for his special day. You wasted no time, getting dressed and looking more presentable than before within your uniform and rules of school.

You arrived at school earlier than before, and there you saw him with his entire team coming from their gym after a little morning practice. It’s Thursday, so luckily you and your team wouldn’t be practicing today. Iwaizumi saw you sprinting towards him and his naturally irked expression broke into a radiant smile that always makes your heart flutter. He almost opened his arms for you to jump straight at them but soon restrained himself for the sake of the decorum of school and partly due to the presence of the entire Seijoh team ( He would jump off the cliff rather than embarrass you and himself..PLS I LOVE THIS GUY BEYOND INFINITY). He exchanged a look with his team and Makki, getting the gesture, urged the team and Oikawa( He is a nuisance I tell you) with him to leave you two alone.

‘God! Y/N. Stop sprinting like that, you’re gonna smack your face down’, he said still smiling.

You just made his day 100X better by your presence.

(I TELL YOU HE IS A SIMP FOR YOU, CONTRADICTING ALL THE TOUGH LOVE SHIT. ANYWAY…BACK TO THE STORY.)

You smiled in response to that and breathily wished him.

‘~Happy BIRTHDAY HAJIME-KUN~’. You said that in a sing song voice.

Iwaizumi could already feel his heart rate rise at this gesture. His birthday is basically the first ever big kind of occasion after both of you started dating each other few months back, at the end of both of your second year at highschool.

‘T-Thanks, Y/N. Y-You actually smell good.’ He replied, stuttering a bit.

You giggled at his nervousness. God. He could stare at your face all day long without fatigue, the way you scrunch up your face when you face difficulty doing sum, the way you tie up your hair during P.E classes. The way you show utmost dedication during your matches. The way you hold yourself with confidence always, be it during your meet-ups with him or even during a post game meeting with your teammates. This is the prime thing he likes about you as he sees a reflection of him in you. The way you guys exchange playful banters. The way you guys uphold each other makes him believe that you are 100% THE ONE for him.

‘Hajime, I am in my uniform and stop stuttering like that. Are you nervous around me, Hajime-kuun?’ you said teasingly. Despite you are teasing him, you can’t help but fill with warmth at his compliment. You had put up a little effort today. Putting up your hair in a nice ponytail with few strands off in front, a small dab of perfume that didn’t went unnoticed by him. Hajime always faced difficulty in showing or expressing PDA initially. Comparing now, he is more confident in himself and often holds your hand publicly. (CAN SOMEONE BRING HIM TO ME I WANNA KISS HIS FACE)

‘Hey, shut up, dumbass’. He said as he flicked your forehead, quickly recovering himself. He seemed to fiddle with his finger, finally finding yours and interlocking his fingers in it.

‘So…No practice today, huh? Did you cancel that for me?’ He said, giving his all beautiful smirk.

'You wish, hajime. I am not Oikawa who goes berserk while practicing.’ you said laughing.

‘yeah ofcourse, Its definitely not me who dragged you out of gym at 8:30 pm just last week cause your hand gets stuck with the ball’. Hajime replied, again flicking your forehead.

‘that hurts, you brute!’ You whined, swinging his hand in response and thumping that on his chest.

You guys spend some moments in comfortable silence as you see students marching round the school building.

‘I...uhh...actually got something for you.’

He looks at you as you fumble through your bag, finally finding it. You guys had always felt comfortable around each other. You always remained calm and confident but today as you went on your way to give him his gift, you felt heat pool in your cheeks.

You looked at him before handing him his gift, his olive green eyes finding your E/C ones. He is truly a pillar, always giving you affirmations whenever you felt your confidence crumbling down. Always helping you out in Modern Literature, always checking up in your health and keep you grounded. Always ensuring that whenever you are late coming out of gym, he will escort you to the station. His dates comprises of Ramen restaurants and souvenir shops. Also never minding a chaotic arcade tour with your crazy self.

You hand out his gift to him.

‘Y/N…You really didn’t have to. It was fine’. Hajime replied. The tips of his ears turning a shade of scarlet. He could swore it even showed up to his cheeks.

‘Don’t be a killjoy, Hajime-Saan. I gave considerable effort finding this for you’. You said, still red.

‘Open it now.’ You said excitedly.

‘Now?’ He asked.

‘YESS’, you claimed.

Chuckling, he opened the wrapper and opened the moderately big box. A small Godzilla figurine lay there, alongside a small metallic showpiece with the words ‘ACE’ embedded on it. Beside that a T-shirt with the Godzilla: King of the Monsters scene imprinted on it. A small box full of cookies and cake that you prepared with the help of your grandma. And lastly a picture of you guys in the arcade, you guys’ first ever date evening. He had his eyes closed and smirk on his face, head tilted, resting against yours as you sipped on your coffee and clicked the selfie. That evening was a complete bliss.

Hajime swore to heavens he could just kiss you then and there.

'Umm..Hajime? Do you like it?' You asked concerned seeing his silent self.

He kept his gifts on the park bench beside him and wrapped you in his embrace. He took in the scent of your perfume and amazingly smelling hair.

‘H-H-Haijme…we are at school. S-Someone might see us.’ You become flustered and all red.

‘ I really don’t care, thank you Y/N.I love it’ he said, voice muffled in your hair.

'Thanks, I did give a lot of effort in it', you say.

You had melted at his reply but that didn’t stop you from being afraid of being caught by some teacher.

‘Hajime, I appreciate that but we are literally in front of gym and in open ground, Sensei might notice us’. You said, panicking a bit.

He let you go, laughing at your panic stricken voice.

‘Don’t be a Killjoy, Y/N-Saan’. Iwa replied with sarcasm

‘Getting witty, aren’t we?’You counter attack.

Hajime picked up his gifts and held hands with you as you both walk toward your school building, laughing together.

‘So, when are you getting off today?’

‘Who said I can’t skip today? Perks of my birthday and getting upper hand at shittykawa.’ He said sniggering.

You looked at him with surprise. Ookay now that wasn’t expected.

‘Wow okay! Is this Hajime Iwaizumi?The Grumpy ACE? Anyway, after school, Ramen shop then it is?’ You ask.

‘Funny. And yeah. Sounds good. Also…Umm…uhh…movie at my place. I’ll escort you home if it gets late. And...uhh..it's okay if you don't wanna come, you know? It's not obligatory.' He hurriedly added the last bit.

‘Its fine hajime. I won’t reject you. We are past that point and stop stuttering, you sound weird.'

‘Whatever’. He grumbles.

You tighten your grip on his fingers, making sure you would go.

The clear sky with the bright sun illuminated against both of your face and you couldn’t be any more happier than you are now. Iwaizumi smiled at you before letting your hands go and walking to his class. Oikawa pestering him as always no sooner he enters class.

‘What did Y/N chan gave you?’

‘Pack it up, shittykawa and yeah will it be okay if I don’t come to practice today?’

‘Ofcourse Iwa-chan. Just tell me what you got as gift then I’ll let you go’

‘How about you receive a smack then?’

‘Rude, Iwa chan’.

Lets say we( as in you and iwa chan) had a good time at movies, if you know you know.

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