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Intimacy Cues (C. Kent)
Summary: Who better to teach you how to talk body when you never learned the language?
Contains: smut AND plot so it’s long,depressing past, the college au you all secretly needed, struggles with physical touch, struggles with any form of intimacy, one mild panic attack, Clark is understanding but hot, dumb ideas, hugging, bonding, kissing, making out, it starts off shaky then soft but quickly snowballs into horn-e central, size kink, slight dumbification, strength kink, first kisses, virginity kept but not for long just give me till the second part, Clark is a little infatuated, they’re so nasty about each other my word, grinding, kissing (no forreal), prayer bc we all need it
A/N- my stomach is fine, it wasn’t a tumor but a blockage because of something I ate that never digested, causing my tummy to bloat and swell but they fixed me up so I’m back😈
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“Nononono- no, stop!!”
This might be the worst decision of your entire life.
Clark pulls away again, looking down at you with his eyebrows drawn together in concern but also exasperation because-
“Hey! It’s okay- you’re okay. Remember…you were the one who asked for my help.” He didn’t say the obvious “but we’re not getting any farther” part out loud but it echoes through your head all the same and you breathe out a deep sigh; regretting it with the depths of your very being but, yes. You did ask him for his help.
Help with what? The answer would’ve ended your social life if anyone who wasn’t Clark had found out.
You needed his help with…closeness- intimacy.
Growing up you were always awkward. Not in a charming way or even unconventional, you just simply didn’t make the cut based by society’s standards. You were always too gangly, too weird, too timid; so imagine the surprise come middle of highschool to now college where you’ve finally grown into yourself.
You know how you like to dress and which clothes look hottest on you, you know what hairstyle suits best for your face shape, you’re still weird but you’re also sarcastic which somehow equals charm to people and you’ve also managed to come out of your shell a bit. Becoming more confident from people naturally gravitating towards you after your blooming stage and even more after letting your friends convince you to join your college’s cheerleading team. You’d become everything you wanted to always try.
Pretty, popular, and fun. The problem?
Thanks to how much of a late bloomer you were, you never got the chance to get comfortable with others intimately during your formative years. Nobody liked you in that way and you were terrified of embarrassing yourself so there was nothing. No first kiss, no first dance with a boy, hell- even now you still get uneasy when others stare at you too long. Hiding behind your image as a college sweetheart made everything you were still to unsettled to try easier. Don’t misunderstand; it wasn’t that you never wanted those things, it’s that you’re not used to others suddenly picking you for those kinds of things after being invisible and missing out on them for almost all your life to the point where you don’t know how to deal with it when those moments do happen.
Still, you acted like everything was fine.
Playing the role of pretty cheerleader- the flirty tease that was favored by many even though that favor was shallow as a tear on a hot day. You pretended. And it was working, nobody knew…or so you believed.
Cue to one of the football teams parties where you’d been flirting with a guy, coy smile painted on your face as you giggled softly whenever he spoke, batting your pretty eyes at him in your little mini skirt. It had been going well until he suddenly leaned closer, focusing solely on you and when you felt the heat of his skin from how close he was- it felt as if the color had drained from your face, leaving you frozen as you became so uncomfortable it was visible; nerves screaming at you to flee until you listened. Spinning on your heels and bolting, trying to calm your breathing enough to will the cotton out of your ears.
You didn’t realize it then but a certain pair of blue eyes had been watching the whole thing. He’s always seen you. Which is funny because you almost always actively avoid him. In fact, he’s seen you enough to know that this isn’t the first time you’ve had that reaction and one day after a particularly rough week of endless pondering over you; he decides to just ask you after practice is over. Clark waits until his and your friends leave, it being only you and him on the field when he starts to walk over to you. The sound of incoming footsteps make you look up and when you see him, he can hear the very second your heart stops; skipping a beat before it quickly begins to thrum out of rhythm.
Honestly, there genuinely are not enough words to describe how attractive Clark Kent was. He was so incomprehensibly beautiful that you avoided Clark altogether just to avoid getting a headache from staring at him for too long especially since the real suffering started when he’d smile. Seemingly perfect pearly white straight teeth but when his grin broadened, his sharp canines would show, leaving you breathless every time. The type of good looking that was flat out overwhelming. Besides being apart of adjacent stereotypes, you two didn’t go together but there was no animosity.
Clark stops and you have to look up at him because of his hulking size. At almost 6’4 he nearly dwarfed you and his proportions matched. Thick, beefy everything- everywhere and you swallow before forcing a smile on your face. While you preferred to avoid him for the sake of keeping yourself out of the psych ward from how crazy he could drive you; you were still curious as to why he came to talk to you. He takes a moment to just look at you, cerulean eyes almost glowing but he doesn’t realize how intense his stare is until you start to shuffle on your feet- dainty hands twitching nervously at your side and that’s when he speaks.
“Hey…I know we don’t usually talk or anything but are you okay?” Even his voice is dreamy but confusion draws on your face because you felt fine; nervous, like you were around any guy you thought was cute, but fine. Clark elaborates at your expression,
“Y’know because of what happened at the party last-”, that seems to jog your memory enough to snap you out of it, eyebrows shooting up as dread overtakes over your face. You whip your head around, making sure there’s no witnesses when you grab him by his sweaty shirt, dragging him all the way behind the bleachers as you slam him against the metal. Clark is caught so off guard that he just lets it happen; lets the pretty thing half his size drag him as you pleased. Your eyes shift as you glare up at him.
You’re positive he’s talking about your little freak out with close proximity guy, the one that made you leave the party completely; walking so fast you nearly burned a trail in the carpet. Heart pounding, you start to spiral.
He wasn’t supposed to see that. He like everyone else- was supposed to be too drunk to notice anything.
Your nose scrunches, full lips curling in a snarl. “I swear if you say anything to anyone-!” You’re threatening him so fast, Clark falters, raising his hands in defense, debilitating blue eyes widening as he starts to plead his case.
“No no-! I didn’t! I-“, He stutters at your harsh gaze, the feel of your hands soaking through his shirt, warming his chest. He needs to hurry up and explain himself before you start disliking him. “I was just worried! Whenever I see you and a guy, even if you act interested-“, he rushes out, panting as he talks even faster, “the second they get too close you look like you’ll vomit!” Your hostility melts into shock and even more confusion and you let go of his shirt, stepping back as you study him, his words stuck in your mind.
“How..? Are you- you’ve been paying that close attention to me? When do you even see me?” You’re at such a loss for words that it’s hard to string them together to properly question him.
“…I”, he swallows harshly, “I always see you.” It’s pure adrenaline that motors his mouth- he thought he was over the time when lovely faced girls made him nervous but you were unexpectedly feisty. It lit something tingly in him. Your eyes search his face and he spills. “I see how you flirt but you’re sarcastic too. Everyone is so taken by your pretty that they don’t even notice, they just call it ‘wit”, he manages to catch his breath enough to sound less panicked now that you look like you won’t kill him, “I see how even though you’re a flyer, you hate heights-”
“H-how-?”
“Your right leg shakes when they lift you, no matter how stable your base is.” Your mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out, heart racing when his voice goes soft,
“But what I’m saying is- so what that you’re not really what you give off? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. ‘Jus curious why you think it is…”, he blinks those long lashes at you and you find yourself explaining the tale of your sordid social past.
By the end of it he’s stunned speechless.
You? Just how bad was your awkward phase for nobody to be interested in you? Wait so that also probably meant that-
“You’re a virgin?!”
You slap your hands over his mouth with a speed equal to his own, face flushed as you shush him, hissing in a low whisper.
“Jesus Chri- shut up! Are you trying to tell the entire campus?!!” You let out another heavy sigh.
“…yes, I am”. You let your hands fall to the side, refusing to look at him while he’s trying to process; silence filling the space between you. You’ve accepted that your ego will never recover from the most gorgeous being on the planet knowing about all your…truths. That you looked and acted the part of a vixen just to hide that you secretly weren’t.
“…so you’ve never done anyt-”,
“No.”
Well then.
You can’t take another long drag of awkward silence, turning to face the boy who knew you probably more than anyone else did.
“Look- I would’ve loved to remedy this but I-”
“Can’t stomach whenever a guy gets too close due to previous deep rooted societal wrought insecurities…” Bingo.
“Well for what it’s worth,” he gives you one of his disarming grins and a flush creeps up your neck; warming your ears, “I think you’re doing fine now.” You snap your head down to see that you two are standing fairly close or at least closer than you normally allow and you don’t have that itch to get him as far away from you as possible. That’s when you get the idea that- “Oh my god! You can help me get over my thing! This is perfect!”! You’re practically vibrating with glee, excited to finally have all your firsts without that looming of touch related dread haunting you. Clark however is swarmed with various images of him “helping” you and can’t keep his ears from reddening at all the different scenarios where he’d be required to be close to you and begins to stutter.
“W-well, I wa- not that I-! I don’t think that’s a good idea, I mean w-we-”, you cut him off before he can weasel out of it, eyebrows creasing in frustration. You unconsciously step closer, your sweet smell bathes his senses as he stares you down, trying not to gulp too hard. “Please, Clark?”, you start and he swallows harshly at how his name sounds in that whiny tone from your lips.
“It can’t be anyone else because you’re the only one who knows! We’re not close now but we could be-“, and the double meaning makes him tune out completely as he only watches your plump lips move; not even registering the sound coming from them. He was thankful you didn’t ask him why he watched you so closely because the answer was one he wasn’t ready to even admit to himself.
Your lips stop moving after a while and them paired with your begging doe eyes make him cave, Clark nodding in hopeless defeat. He was supposed to be over the influence of pretty girls.
“S’okay, I’ll help you out. Your secret’s safe with me.” The corner of his mouth tilts up in a lopsided smile that was somehow both attractive but made you feel safe and you smile shyly back. You were nervous but you know Clark is a good guy- reckless as hell with his charms- but a good guy. What could go wrong?
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Standing in the middle of your dorm room with your arms wound tight around yourself is when you find out that alot can go wrong.
Clark came over and you two came up with a starting plan that seemed the easiest: talk and slowly close the distance between you two until he was touching and looking at you without you getting uncomfortable or pushing him away. It sounded simple enough at first only…. you severely underestimated how you’d react to Clark. The way his deep mellow voice sounded in your ears, how he always held such steady eye contact as he moved towards you, that heavenly jawline tilting when he’d think too long. Already, Clark was big from afar but up close he was even bigger. Strong arms and broad shoulders; chest so thick it was noticeable through his shirt. You were used to others falling at your feet but Clark stood fine and it affected you in ways you didn’t prepare to deal with, so you tried to do what you always did- ignore it.
Matching Clark’s light conversation as you two eventually get more comfortable, gradually gravitating towards each other with slow short steps. The air shifts when you exhale and the breath tickles his chest. This is when you normally get squeamish but you merely hesitate for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and pushing yourself by letting him keep his distance.
His hand twitch and he shuffles a bit closer, biceps flexing as he reaches out, resting his hands on your shoulders; your conversation quiets as he stares at you with perfectly blue lidded eyes and then you feel the stirrings of restlessness under your skin. That impeding urge to get away. Despite the way you feel, the slow atmosphere helps you tremendously to not pull away but your pulse spikes all the same. His hands felt nice. You take another deep breath as you try to come to terms with what you were feeling.
Clark was a guy.
A guy who was standing in your bubble, touching you- looking at you.
A million emotions fly across your face at record speed and Clark doesn’t move any more for the next couple minutes. No, he waits for you; large rough palms warm on your bare shoulders while his pinky idly messes with the thin strap of your top. Your skin was soft. The heavy rise and fall of your chest has him focusing on you more intensely, trying to get a read on how you felt until you break the silence with a shaky exhale.
“We can keep going- you can keep touching me.” He knows you don’t mean it that way but his ears burn anyways as he nods. Taking a second to think before taking his hands off you to take yours, ignoring your big eyes look as he places your hands around his waist- inevitably moving closer and his voice softens like he’ll frighten you away if he were to speak any louder.
“You can touch me too. Promise I don’t mind…this is for you after all.” You suppress a whine because being so close was already hard with you fighting every instinct yelling at you to get gone and go somewhere where nobody could comprehend you but now with Clark staring at you like that, it was even harder. Your eyes flick about the room as you flatten your palms more against his back, mentally rolling your eyes back at how his muscles feel. You don’t even realize you’re biting your lip but Clark does, instantly alert the second he felt your small hands nervously press against him, his eyes zeroed in on the swollen skin dipping under the pressure of your teeth. He feels bad because while he was supposed to be helping you, he couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy you were being so shy but hardheaded enough to build up the grit to go for what scared you because you wanted it.
Without taking his eyes off your face, he rubs his hands up to your neck, making you squeak before smoothing them back down your shoulders; repeating the motions with a gentle hum.
The room feels hot- you felt hot and jittery but it’s too much. Unable to keep the waves at bay, goosebumps trickle over your skin and your eyes scrunch in panic as your breathing picks up. He was close. Close and touching you. You can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes because you know when you do, you’ll be naked for all to see and you scream.
“Stop!”
Nobody can see you-nobody’s supposed to be seeing you, the girl who was never even chose last as you were overlooked entirely no matter how badly you wanted to reach out. Maybe that’s what started your fear. Maybe you were scared of losing experiences because of rejection.
Clark doesn’t move away but he isn’t touching you anymore and you aren’t touching him as your hands fly to the sides of your head, trying to calm yourself down and guilt pours over him. He wants to hug you; comfort you but he knows that pulling you against him in a hug will only worsen things right now so he waits. Closing his eyes to help you feel at ease, listening closely to the beat of your heart until your breaths quiet and he hears it fluctuate back to normal. He keeps his eyes closed until he feels your small trembling hands slide back around him and instead of putting his hands on your shoulders, he moves his arms around them; resting them against your back but not pulling you in yet. It’s quiet besides the hushed sounds of him cooing at you and your breathing. The air now has an underlying current and you shift in his heavy arms, inhaling deeply as you finally look up at his face. Shyly, you cut the silence; voice soft as how you feel.
“…you can open your eyes now..” Clark feels his own heart speed up before he responds, low tone matching yours and electricity hits you when it clicks. This is intimate.
“Are you okay? We can stop and try again some other time; I don’t wanna upset-,”
“I want you to look at me.”
His eyes pop open at your command, peering down at you in such a way that your breath catches; anxiousness rising up you again but you stay right where you are. Willing yourself to embrace the exposed way he makes you feel.
Under the heat of his stare it’s like he’s seeing everything you’ve ever hid or been but his hold is steady enough to let you know he’s there with you and he’s not going anywhere. You still feel naked but more than that, you feel safe. Comfortable enough to not shy away from his warmth, you take another breath; looking up at him through your lashes- making his head fuzzy.
His eyes shift from their usual blue to the shade of the sea after a storm and you’re swept away, logic going with you as you slowly glide your hands up his sides to his where his arms hold you. Feeling every dip and curve of his strong build until you reach his hands, repositioning them around your lower back. You move closer but because you two were already standing so close- your chests touch and Clark stops breathing. The soft swell of your breasts move against his body with your every inhale and he finds his senses filled with you.
Your gaze is torn away when you turn your head, looking down as you drop against his chest. Arms looping around him making his own instinctively curl around you, holding you tight to the firm but soft muscle of his chest. You both pause for a few minutes- waiting for the urgent panic but it never comes. Instead, you melt into him with a relieved sigh, warm breath bleeding into his shirt. You two were officially hugging.
And you were in heaven.
You never knew close contact with the opposite gender could be so delightful. Clark was just so big and warm and smelled so good, you bury your face into the meat of his pec almost deliriously, sighing happily. Fuck, you really had been missing out. His arms are firm and heavy against your back, effectively locking you against him. The endorphin rush hitting you has you practically purring; the sounds of your bliss vibrating Clark’s chest and he smiles, letting you get your fix as he enjoys the way you fit into his arms.
Unsurprisingly, you two stay like that for a while. Fitted against each other in the silence of your cozy bedroom. He sees the top of your head move and he’s suddenly looking into your eyes, pupils blown so wide that your eyes are black. Clark has to bite his lip to keep from smiling at how cute you look. Your eyes flit down to his mouth to see the peek of his fangs that always show, letting out a small breathy ‘oh’ when you do. You’re still reeling in all the best ways as you rest your chin against his chest, unabashedly looking at his handsome face.
Clark raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the phantom hearts in your eyes and the way your small feet are standing on top of his larger ones while you make no attempt to separate your bodies, completely content with his proximity. He likes you so he likes your closeness and he’s even more elated that you seem to like him being so close too. Speaking lowly so he doesn’t disturb you, he checks if you’re still on the planet with him.
“This okay, sweetheart? Y’enjoying yourself?” The petname slips out but you don’t move or rush to correct him as your blood simmers, a numbingly pleasant heat washing over you so strong it’s hard to think. Running your hands in a slow caress up his back, you feel the muscles flex as his arm twitches and a smile grows on your face as you blink dumbly- brain currently taking a break, you mumble sweetly,
“Mmhm, yeah never better.”
And it’s true. You’ve never felt this safe, this free with anyone that wasn’t immediate family or your best girl friends. He was touching you and seeing you but you didn’t care because you knew whatever he was seeing and touching, was safe as it would ever be with him.
Clark huffs out a laugh at your belated response, moving one of his hands in a warm caress up your back, feeling you shiver and he bites his lip again. You were so alluring without even having to try and he breathes to reign himself in since he was currently the first and only to have you melting like this from a hug alone. If a hug got you like this he could only imagine how beautifully you’d respond to-
“Um, C-Clark?” Your soft voice brings him back as he hums, flicking his eyes down lazily at you.
“Yeah, baby?” Your sweet little gasp makes him realize that he just called you another nickname but you don’t seem to mind, flustering prettily in his arms. He leans down closer to your face, only to hear you better, eyes patient as he stares at you.
“I know this is supposed to be about me but how do you feel? You’ve been so good with me..I just wanna make sure you’re okay too.” Clark smiles, moved that you’re worrying about him even with all his experience.
“Yeah I feel good but how about you? Want me to let go or we can try something different?” He would’ve asked if you wanted to stop but he was going off your body language and it was telling him distance was the last thing you wanted and he was right as you shook your head before resting your chin back into his chest, looking up at him with those pupil eclipsed doe eyes.
“I feel great but…”, your voice gets smaller as it takes on an almost needy tone before stopping altogether. You snap your face back into his chest and he’s even more curious to get it out of you but you just can’t say it.
“You really don’t need to be embarrassed. Clothed or naked, we all start somewhere”, he whispers against the top of your head, stroking your back soothingly as you try to talk yourself into asking him before you chicken out, “with me you can start wherever you want and you know I’ll never tell. Or make fun of you..”,
His voice is tender with warmness and it turns your reservations to raindrops as you look back into his eyes. Steeling your nerve, you ground yourself with the way you feel in another persons arms for the first time in your life- his arms and decide to go for it.
“You said- we can try something different?” Your heart begins to race again as Clark’s starts to pound. He can’t keep the heat out of eyes as he returns your stare, nodding.
“Yeah. We can do whatever you want.” His breath wafts across your face, forehead resting against yours and the rate at which you find yourself needing him- scares you. You’ve been depraved of this kind of contact to the point of fear since forever but now…
“Then…can we-“, you blink rapidly, not wanting to verbalize it but not wanting to go without even more.
“Can we kiss please?”
Clark has to shut his eyes. You looked so sweet, felt so soft and even though you couldn’t keep the neediness from seeping into your words, you still asked so politely. Blood rushes through his ears as he feels a familiar stirring in his groin, taking a deep breath because it wouldn’t do for him to lose control now, his voice is heady with pure want when he answers,
“F’course. I’d love to kiss, baby.”
Large hands settle around your waist as you get pulled completely flush to him, legs almost intertwining while your pelvises touch; bodies glued together. The languid heat of arousal thrums through you, making your head spin.
Your lips part when Clark presses his forehead more firmly against yours, lighting you from the inside out when he dips his neck to slot his open mouth over yours.
Immediately your chest burns, heart feeling like each pump is gasoline, fueling the fire hes started in you. Clark’s full lips slide against yours, alternating between suckling at your top lip then bottom lip slowly, coaxing you to follow his lead, groaning his approval and the sound turns you up as you press yourself harder against his body. You feel so good you’re thrumming- heat steadily pulsing through you.
Your heads move from how hard you’re kissing, slick sounds coming from your mouths intensifying as you get rougher, delicious shivers all up your spine. Clark presses his lips fully against yours, moving them open wider with his own, hot breaths mingling as he licks hotly against the opening of your mouth. A bolt of pleasure hits you so hard that you gasp, wrenching your mouth off his as you moan- the needy little thing so whiny it makes his cock fatten in his pants as you pant against each others lips. Fuck. He can smell how wet you are. The sweet, heady smell makes his mouth water with him tossing shame clean out the window.
“Can I put my tongue in your mouth? Please, pretty girl?” You move your arms around his neck to get as close as possible, nodding desperately.
“God, yes-!” His mouth is back to consuming yours before you finish. Opening your lips with the force of his swollen ones, he sucks your bottom lip before lapping his tongue into your mouth. You twitch in his hold, even more turned on when he doesn’t have to move to keep your squirming in place, casual show of strength making you lightheaded as he swallows your moans. Wet smacks fill the air, your grip on him tightening when he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You get wetter and he can tell, growling in pleasure as he suddenly lifts you; your legs locking around his waist as he uses his hold on yours to grind you against him. The result is instantaneous. You melt like cotton candy, chest shaking against his from your pleasured moans as your shared spit wets your lips. Still aware of the fact that you need to breathe, Clark pulls away with a suck of your lips- staring at you hungrily with dark eyes.
He can’t even remember when he picked you up but the tiny undulations of your hips let him know it was a welcome decision. You looked so good. Lips puffy n slick, doe eyes teary and blown out, wet as fuck with your hard nipples poking through your top…you could ask him for every one of Saturns rings and he’d get them for you.
Clark takes a deep lungful of your tantalizing scent before he checks on you again.
“How was that, sweetheart? Y’first kiss right?” You nod, cupping his face. You can’t help the way you smooch more pecks onto his pink lips, aching as you answer.
“It was so good”, you drag your nose down his jaw; kissing his ear as you whisper into it, “you feel so good, Clark..”. You have him completely hard at this point, thick and fat as his tip oozes pre when you start to whine. He almost feels bad that you’ve waited so long, being so pent up wasn’t good and you deserved to feel good everyday.
“What’s wrong baby?” The low timbre of his voice makes your pulse skyrocket, causing you to absolutely dissolve against him, hips twitching as he helped you rub yourself on him.
“I-I need..-“, you let out a soft cry and he quickly soothes you. Kissing you deeply before pulling away, licking his lips of your taste as he verbalizes exactly what you need.
“Need to cum?”
The heat in your chest blooms up to your face as you nod, suddenly growing shy but still comfortable. You purr as Clark presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, looking at you with pretty lidded eyes.
“Would it be okay if I made you cum princess?”
The utterly wrecked moan that comes out of your mouth has goosebumps scattering up his arms, holding you tighter as you nod vigorously.
“I need words baby”, he whispers. Giving you another kiss to tempt you and it works. He was too irresistible and he knew it.
“Yeah, you can make me cum Clark.” And with that he carries you over to your bed, laying you on the plushness as he takes over your mouth again with a hungry groan, your hands touching everywhere until he pulls away- fangs on display as he smiles making fire sweep through your veins.
Massaging your legs, he rises on his knees- taking off his shirt as your mind checks out from how hot he is, shifting restlessly as the ache in your pussy throbs with the best pain. Whining his name, Clark cooes at you; big hands moving to pull your clothes off. Your nerves are going haywire but you need this- need him to make you feel things, lifting your hips to help him slide your shorts and underwear off, spreading your legs as you let him get a good look at your messy wet hole twitching in need.
Clark swears, hooking his hands under your knees and bending them towards your chest. Exposing you more as he licks his lips, keeping his eyes glued to your cunt.
“Atta girl, jus’ lay there nice n pretty and I’ll give you what you need..”
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Jake “Hangman” Seresin: Passenger Princess
The general consensus in his class is that Jake must think he’s up there with royalty, and therefore deserves to be driven around. That’s where the whole “princess” thing came from, originally. Jake of course rolls with it, plays up the prim “driving is beneath someone like me”, chuckles at the good-natured eye-rolls, and hops into someone’s -anyone’s- front seat and immediately fiddles with the radio just to be a brat.
The true reason, one he will never utter out loud, is that driving terrifies him. He grew up in rural Texas with hundreds of miles of straight, flat roads from horizon to horizon. Roads that frequently were completely empty, maybe you’d meet a tractor once in a while. So 12 lanes of bottlenecked California traffic, horns honking, engines revving, cars swerving in and out of lanes, the bright sun making it hard to see, unnerves Jake more than anything. Up in the sky he’s fearless, but the planes, he reasons, aren’t crowding around you not caring if you live or die as long as they get to brunch with the girls on time.
Bradley clocked it first, naturally. They’d lived together for years, back when they were “Bradley and Jake”. How Jake would never ask to drive, never grab the keys on the way out, would always sweetly beg -“honey come grocery shopping with me, it’ll be fun!” - Bradley to accompany him anywhere he went. Bradley could never deny him anything, so off they would go, either in Bradley’s Bronco or Jake’s truck, him driving, Jake in the passenger seat. He always thought it was adorable, Jake hopping up beside him grinning like a loon when he got his way, grin wider when Bradley inevitably calls him Princess. But he started noticing subtle things that he wouldn’t have noticed years ago. How Jake closed his eyes and gripped the handle when someone swerved in front of them. How he fiddled and played with dials or his phone or the strings of a hoodie to avoid looking out the window. The film of sweat on his face that, thanks to the blaring AC, had nothing to do with the Cali heat. The knee that bounced until they arrived at their destination.
He’d tried bringing it up once or twice, Jake had always laughed and played it up, “baby I’m too cute to drive, we’ve established this.” So he drops it. But if he’s more engaging in animated conversations with Jake to distract him, if he sings just a little louder and dances in the drivers seat a little sillier to draw nervous green eyes his way and not the speeding line of traffic beside him, if he smiles a little sweeter and the “Princess” comes out a little more heated so Jake forgets the entire world around him for a time, well, he’d do anything for the boy in his passenger seat. When they break up -why did they break up again? He can’t even remember - he always worries about Jake, so much his heart hurts. Is he having to drive himself?
At the Hard Deck, with some secret mission looming over their heads, and Jake looking so damn good, so damn pissed off, so damn hurt -he’d really screwed up, hadn’t he? Jake had wanted to go home early - something about beauty sleep, Javy, please! - and Bradley, stopping his piano serenading immediately, without even thinking: “I got you, princess. I’ll take you home.”
And Bradley swears he can see every single emotion, from rage to relief, regret to guarded happiness, and so much fondness in those nervous green eyes he still loves so damn much.
(I won’t make Jake say “show me the way home, honey” because I guess it’s cliche by now, but I’ll still heavily imply he does with my whole chest)
#tg:m#hangster#sereshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#I’ve had this in my head for so long yall#head canon#they’re so in love#like 😭😭😭#ignore the bad grammar#top gun maverick#top gun
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✞⛧ Braiding hair Ambessa x Wife reader ✞⛧
Warnings: reader is white coded, I did basic research on how to braid hair like Ambessa’s (probably not enough-)
Fluff <3
The sunlight streamed into the room as you sat cross-legged on the couch, staring at Ambessa’s hair like it was some kind of unsolvable puzzle. She was seated on the floor in front of you, her tall frame leaned back slightly so her broad shoulders brushed against your knees.
“I’m going to be honest,” you said, twisting your lips in concentration, “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Ambessa tilted her head back slightly, giving you a glance with one raised eyebrow and a teasing smirk. “You did insist, my love,” she pointed out, her voice rich with amusement.
“Well, yeah, because you looked so cute sitting on the floor and asking me to braid your hair. But now I’m regretting my overconfidence,” you admitted, your hands hovering hesitantly over her thick, dark locks.
Ambessa chuckled, the deep sound rumbling through her chest. “It’s just hair. I’ll show you.” She reached back, taking one of your hands gently in hers and guiding you.
“Okay, so,” she began, her tone calm and patient, “you take a section—about this big—and separate it into three parts.”
You followed her guidance, albeit clumsily, as you tried to section off a piece of her hair. It didn’t help that your hands were shaking slightly under the pressure. “Is this… right?” you asked, squinting at your uneven sections.
Ambessa gave a small hum, glancing back briefly. “Close enough. Now, start weaving one piece over the other. Like this.” Her fingers moved deftly over her own hair for a moment to demonstrate, and you tried to mimic her movements.
Your first attempt was less than stellar. The braid was lumpy and loose, and you groaned in frustration. “This is so embarrassing. I’m making a mess of your hair.”
Ambessa laughed again, her shoulders shaking slightly. “Patience, my love. You’re doing fine. Besides, I didn’t marry you for your hairstyling skills.”
You playfully swatted her shoulder. “Gee, thanks for the encouragement.”
She leaned her head back against your knees, looking up at you with a smirk. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
You stuck your tongue out at her but focused again, determined to get it right this time. With her guidance—and an embarrassing number of failed attempts—you finally managed a halfway-decent braid.
“Not bad,” she said, reaching up to feel it. “It’s a bit loose, but you’re getting the hang of it.”
“Loose?” you gasped, mock-offended. “I’ll have you know that’s the bohemian style.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” she teased, her amber eyes gleaming with amusement.
You sighed dramatically, leaning forward to press your forehead to the back of her head. “I’m trying, okay? You’re not allowed to make fun of me.”
“I would never,” she said, though the smirk on her face said otherwise.
As you worked on another section, you found yourself relaxing into the rhythm. You weren’t perfect by any means, but the act of running your fingers through her hair and weaving the pieces together felt oddly intimate.
“Why do you even want mini braids, anyway?” you asked after a while. “Seems like a lot of work for both of us.”
Ambessa shrugged, her voice softer now. “I find it… comforting.”
Your hands stilled for a moment as your heart swelled. “That’s really sweet,” you murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of her head.
Ambessa smiled at your gesture but didn’t say anything, letting the quiet intimacy of the moment settle between you.
By the time you finished, your arms were sore, and you were certain you’d made a hundred mistakes. But when Ambessa stood and turned to face you, her expression was one of quiet approval.
“You did well,” she said, running her fingers over the braids.
“You’re just saying that because you love me,” you replied, though the pride in her eyes made you feel a little less self-conscious about your work.
“I do love you,” she said, stepping closer to cup your face in her large hands. “And I appreciate the effort. Even if you need more practice.”
You groaned, hiding your face in her chest as she laughed. “Rude!”
Her laughter softened into a low hum as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. “Thank you, my love. For trying, for learning. It means more to me than you know.”
You looked up at her, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Well, as long as you don’t mind being my guinea pig, I’ll keep practicing.”
Ambessa’s smirk returned. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
#ambessa the chosen of the wolf#ambessa league of legends#lol ambessa#ambessa headcanons#ambessa x you#ambessa x reader#arcane ambessa#ambessa arcane#ambessa medarda#i need her#i want her sb#i don’t care that she’s old#she’s so fucking hot#she’s perfect#I really like touching other people’s hair tbh. it’s cute and I love it#arcane#arcane x female reader#arcane x y/n#arcane x you#arcane x reader
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fire - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 539
Regulus’s fingers tightened around the stem of his wine glass as he watched James Potter knock back his third—or was it fourth?—Firewhisky of the night. The dimly lit bar hummed with chatter and clinking glasses, but Regulus’s focus remained on the man beside him. James’s cheeks were flushed, his grin wide and careless, his glasses slipping down his nose in a way that would’ve been endearing if he weren’t teetering on the edge of tipsy.
“You’re staring,” James said, his voice lilting with amusement as he leaned closer, his breath warm against Regulus’s ear. “Do you like what you see?”
Regulus rolled his eyes, though the way his heartbeat quickened betrayed him. “You’re embarrassing yourself,” he muttered, taking a deliberate sip of his wine to avoid looking directly at James’s too-charming grin.
“I’m having fun,” James countered, his tone light but his eyes burning with that familiar intensity that always made Regulus feel like the only person in the room. “You should try it sometime.”
Regulus’s retort died in his throat as James’s hand found his jaw, thumb brushing against his cheekbone with a tenderness that sent a jolt of heat through him. The touch was intimate, grounding, and utterly inappropriate in the middle of a crowded bar.
“James,” Regulus hissed, his voice low and sharp as he grabbed James’s wrist. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Admiring you,” James said simply, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was something else there too, something softer that made Regulus’s stomach twist.
“You’re drunk,” Regulus said, his tone more biting than he intended. He dropped James’s wrist like it burned him, though the ghost of his touch lingered on his skin.
James laughed, the sound rich and warm, and entirely too loud for Regulus’s liking. “I’m not that drunk,” he said, leaning in even closer. Regulus could smell the Firewhisky on his breath, could feel the heat radiating off him. “And even if I were, it wouldn’t change the fact that you’re stunning.”
“James, stop,” Regulus snapped, his cheeks flaming. He glanced around the bar, half-expecting everyone to be watching them, but most of the patrons were too absorbed in their own conversations to notice.
James’s hand fell away, but the intensity of his gaze didn’t waver. “Why does it bother you so much?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost gentle. “That I want to touch you? That I want to show everyone that you’re mine?”
Regulus’s breath caught in his throat. “Because,” he said, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to keep it steady. “Because it’s reckless. Because it’s public.” Because it’s terrifying how much I want it, he didn’t say.
James studied him for a moment, his expression softening. “Alright,” he said, leaning back slightly but not entirely retreating. “I’ll behave. For now.”
Regulus exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Thank you,” he said, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness.
James’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as he reached for his glass. “You’re welcome. But just so you know, Regulus Black, I don’t regret a single second of touching you.”
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ENHYPEN - I Won't Stop ( smut )
Y/N provoked, now she will pay
Pairing: Enhypen X FemReader
Genre: Obscenity
Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, public sex, oral
Niki Scene: You’ve spent the whole day throwing suggestive looks and teasing comments, and Niki finally decides he’s had enough. Dialogue: Niki: "You like playing with fire, don’t you?" Y/N: "What if I do?" (He grabs your wrist, his eyes blazing with determination.) Niki: "Good. Because now that you’ve started, I’m not stopping." (His voice carries a mix of challenge and resolve that leaves you breathless.)
Jay Scene: After a full day of subtle teasing, Jay finally corners you against the wall, his heavy breathing giving away that he's reached his limit. Dialogue: Jay: "You've been testing me all day, haven't you?" Y/N (with a defiant smile): "Maybe... and what if I am?" (He moves even closer, trapping you in place.) Jay (in a husky voice): "Then get ready, because I won't stop." (Your teasing finally breaks him, and you feel the heat of his intensity take over the room.)
Sunghoon Scene: Sunghoon is known for being calm, but your constant teasing finally pushes him over the edge. Dialogue: Sunghoon: "You really enjoy testing me, don’t you?" Y/N (smiling): "I think it’s fun when you lose control." (He gently pushes you onto the sofa, his dark eyes locking you in place.) Sunghoon: "I’ve lost control, then. And now, I won’t stop until you realize who you’re messing with."
Jungwon Scene: After hours of mounting tension, Jungwon finally decides to put an end to your teasing. Dialogue: Jungwon: "You think you’re funny, don’t you?" Y/N: "I just think you need to relax." (He grabs your waist, his voice low and firm.) Jungwon: "I will relax. But you’re going to regret starting this, because now I won’t stop." (Your words catch in your throat as he follows through on every promise with precision.)
Sunoo Scene: Sunoo seemed patient with your teasing all day, but in the privacy of the bedroom, he finally shows another side. Dialogue: Sunoo: "You were having a lot of fun, weren’t you, Y/N?" Y/N: "Maybe just a little." Sunoo (with a soft laugh): "Good, because now it’s my turn. And just so you know, I won’t stop." (The smile on his face is sweet, but the gleam in his eyes promises an unforgettable night.)
Jake Scene: Jake was trying to keep his cool, but his patience snaps when you provoke him for the fifth time during dinner. Without ceremony, he takes you to the bedroom. Dialogue: Jake: "You think it’s funny messing with me, Y/N?" Y/N: "I was just having a little fun." Jake: "Good. Because now it’s my turn to have fun. And just so you know..." (He leans close to your ear.) Jake: "I won’t stop until you beg." (Your nervous laugh is cut short as he makes good on his promise.)
Heeseung Scene: After an entire evening of teasing on the couch, Heeseung finally gives in. Dialogue: Heeseung: "You think it’s fun to tease me like that?" Y/N (laughing): "I know you like it." (He leans over you, the tension growing with every second.) Heeseung: "I do. And now I’m going to enjoy it. I won’t stop, not even if you ask."
✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿
#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen hard thoughts#sunghoon x reader#heeseung x reader#jake sim x reader#jay park x reader#sunghoon smut#heeseung smut#jake sim smut#jay park smut#sunghoon fanfic#heeseung fanfic#jake sim fanfic#jay park fanfic#enhypen fanfic#sunghoon hard thoughts#heeseung hard thoughts#jake sim hard thoughts#jay park hard thoughts#kpop fanfic#kpop smut#enhypen hard hours#enha#enha smut#enha x reader#enha hard hours#enha hard thoughts#jake x reader
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Marie baby you got any tattoos
Well this is a fun one!
So for all my readers please, keep this in mind:
This post contains body art! I wouldn’t say it’s suggestive but if you are uncomfortable with little clothing you should skip this man!
The art will be at the bottom of the ask just to keep it friendly to those who may not wanna see it! It’s kinda like a female pin up style art piece.
Marie
Marie isn’t shy when it comes to talking about her tattoos and piercings. She loves how they tell her story, even if it’s a little chaotic. Here’s how she’d probably explain them:
“Alright, so first off, yes, I have a succubus symbol tattooed on my womb. I was young, reckless, and kinda obsessed with the whole femme fatale vibe at the time. No regrets, though—it’s definitely a conversation starter. ‘Oh Marie, are you summoning demons?’ Nah, honey, I’m just channeling my inner badass.”
She gestures down her leg, smirking. “Now this baby,” she says, tapping her thigh, “is a heart with a sword through it. Got it after a nasty breakup years ago—typical, I know. But hey, if life’s gonna stab me in the heart, I might as well look cool, right?”
Marie leans back, running her fingers over her ear stacks. “Piercings, though, are my real addiction. I’ve got these babies stacked up on both sides—been working on them for years. My belly ring? Classic. It’s cute, makes me feel a little flashy, you know? And don’t even get me started on my eyebrow piercings. Both sides, because balance is key, even if I’m not.”
She crosses her arms with a cheeky grin. “Oh, and the nipple piercings? Listen, it’s empowering. No, you don’t get to see them—ask Joe; he’s tried and failed.” She chuckles, clearly amused by herself.
Finally, she points at her lips. “Cyber bites, baby. Because if I’m gonna talk trash, I want my mouth to look like it’s armed and dangerous. They’re my favorite.”
Marie laughs, her mischievous charm on full display. “So yeah, tattoos and piercings—it’s all part of the package. Either you love it, or you’re Bald Bull whining that it’s ‘too much.’ Sucks to be him, huh? I do take most of them out when I’m in the rink, I’m sick of them getting snagged out.”
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Request: SisterXDean Get into this competitive state and they challenge eachother to a donut war to see who can eat the most donuts, and sam walks in just rolling his eyes and the sister ends up throwing up because of the amount of donuts she ate.
A/N: hope this is what you were looking for!! super fun to write about! requests are always open:))
Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader
It had been one of those long days. You, Dean, and Sam had been holed up in the bunker all day, researching an old case. Sam had been buried in lore, staring at books and scrolling through pages on his laptop, while Dean was lounging on the couch, sighing. You, on the other hand, had long ago reached the limit of your patience, staring at your own research and trying not to fall asleep on the table.
Everyone was worn out, but you didn’t miss the mischievous glance Dean would send your way every so often. You and him were practically the same and you could read his mind. The only thing left to do was find something fun to get into. And that’s when you spotted it.
A box of donuts.
Sitting innocently on the counter. It was like a sign from the universe.
You walked over to it and picked it up, holding it like a treasure. “Hey, Dean,” you called, grinning from ear to ear. “Donut eating competition. You in?”
Dean looked over to you in amusement. “I thought you’d never ask kid, but you barely break five feet tall, and you wanna challenge me to a donut-eating contest?” At this point he had a shit eating grin plastered across his face.
You scoffed, your competitive streak immediately kicking in. “Oh, it’s on. You think just because you’ve got a couple extra inches and a thousand years of experience eating everything in sight, you can out-eat me?”
Dean raised an eyebrow, still lounging on the couch like he was entirely too comfortable for the situation. “Y/N, you can barely finish your burger half the time. Actually in fact I always finish it for you! You’re asking for a world of hurt here, kiddo.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, folding your arms over your chest. “That’s a low blow, Dean. I’ve finished a burger before. I just don’t want to overdo it. You know, like you do every time we’re near food.”
Dean smirked, taking his hands behind his head like he was already preparing for victory. “Alright, kid. Let’s see if you can walk the walk, or if I’ll be finishing your donuts like I always do.”
You gritted your teeth. “I will finish these donuts, Dean. And you’re not going to know what hit you.”
You set the box down in front of him and each of you grabbed a donut to start. You started the count down and the race began. You started by taking a big bite. The sugar rush hit you almost immediately, and you were kind of in heaven, not gonna lie. But you weren’t about to back down.
Dean was already about 5 bites ahead of you though. "You think you're gonna out-eat me? I’ve had years of practice."
At that point, Sam walked in, clearly already fed up with your competitive antics. He took one look at the two of you and just sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Seriously? A donut-eating contest? You guys are ridiculous,” he said, grabbing a cup of coffee from the counter and leaning against the fridge, shaking his head.
Dean didn’t even pause, his voice dripping with smugness as he picked up his second donut. “Oh, Sammy, you’ve got to see this. Y/N here thinks she can beat me in a donut-eating competition.”
You shot Sam a quick, innocent smile, trying to look as sweet as possible (no pun intended). “Hey, I’m not gonna let him talk trash like that.”
Sam gave you both a skeptical look before taking a sip of his coffee. “You guys always end up regretting these competitions. Every single time.”
Dean looked over at him, mouth full of donut. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll be fine. Right, Y/N?”
You gave him a determined nod, your mouth full of donut too. “Right. No regrets.”
Sam sighed again, walking out of the kitchen and muttering under his breath, “I’m calling it now—one of you is gonna be puking in five minutes.”
The competition picked up pace. Dean was on his fifth donut, no sign of slowing down, while you were right behind him on your fourth. But you could feel the sugar kicking in. It wasn’t just your stomach—your whole body was buzzing. You weren’t sure if it was the sheer sweetness or the determination to keep going, but you didn’t want to stop.
You shot Dean a look between bites. “What’s wrong, Dean? You’re not slowing down already, are you?”
Dean grinned, clearly not even feeling the effects yet. “I’m just getting started. You’re gonna regret this, kid.”
“I’m not going to regret it,” you shot back, grabbing your fifth donut. Your stomach was starting to feel tight, but you shoved it down, ignoring the warning signs. L
Dean raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “You’ve got heart, I’ll give you that. But that’s about all you’ve got left after donut number seven.”
You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the burn in your stomach. You were so close to finishing your seventh donut. You had to beat him.
You were getting down to the last few donuts when it hit you—suddenly, your stomach was protesting. Hard. The sugar rush had quickly turned into a sickening feeling of fullness that you couldn’t push down. You wiped your mouth, feeling your face pale.
“Uh…” you muttered, looking at your last donut. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
Dean didn’t seem to think you were being serious, still looking smug. “Well I think I’ll be winning this one then huh?”
But you didn’t have time to shoot anything back at him. You stood up too fast, feeling your stomach churn. The room started spinning, and you barely managed to shuffle toward the hallway before you were hunched over, running for the bathroom.
“Y/N?” Dean’s voice sounded behind you, but you were already too far gone. You barely made it to the bathroom before you were on your knees, leaning over the toilet, throwing up the contents of your stomach.
A few seconds later, you heard footsteps behind you. Sam entered, his face filled with concern as he knelt next to you. “Hey, hey. You alright?”
You groaned, still feeling dizzy. “Yeah… I think I just ate too much.”
Sam rubbed your back in slow, comforting circles. “I told you, didn’t I? You two always take things too far.”
Dean poked his head around the corner, still looking too pleased with himself. “That’s our sister, Sammy. Tough as nails when it comes to hunting demons, but a little sugar takes her down.”
You looked up at him from the bathroom floor, half-glaring, half-smiling. “Shut up, Dean.”
Sam shot him a look, but it was clear that Dean’s teasing didn’t bother you. “She’s definitely gonna regret that in the morning,” Sam said with a small smile, his hand still gently rubbing your back.
You let out a long sigh, leaning against the cool bathroom wall. “Next time, I’m choosing a challenge that doesn’t involve donuts.”
Dean, ever the tease, stuck his head around the doorframe with a grin. “You sure? I’m up for round two whenever you are. You can’t back down now.”
You shot him an exhausted look, finally able to stand up. “You will regret that next time,” you said, trying to get back to your feet. “And I’ll win. Just not with donuts.”
Sam helped steady you as you finally stood up. “Yeah, no more donuts for you, at least for tonight.”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, “I think we can all agree on that.”
As Sam helped you out of the bathroom, you shot Dean one last glance. "You're lucky I love you, or I'd make you clean up this mess by yourself." You said looking at all the crumbs all over the table.
Dean chuckled, tossing his empty donut box into the trash. “I’m still the champ, though. Don’t forget that.”
“Whatever,” you said with a grin. “Next time, it’s game on... without the sugar.”
And despite your upset stomach, you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Donut wars: never again. But you knew you’d be up for a rematch—just a little wiser next time.
#dean winchester#dean winchester x sister!reader#spn#spn imagine#supernatural#supernatural imagine#dean winchester imagine#dean x reader#sam winchester#sam winchester x sister!reader#supernatural sister imagine#supernatural sister#supernatural sisfic#spn sister imagine#spn sister#spnfandom#spn fanfic#sam winchester imagine#sam winchester x sister reader#dean winchester x sister reader#dean winchester x sister#winchester sisfic#winchester sister#dean winchester sisfic#sam winchester sisfic#sam winchester x sister#the winchester brothers#spnfamily#dean x sister reader#sam and dean
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I finally busted out the India Ink I bought a few years ago and never used until today in my sketchbook. I will DEFINITELY be playing around with it more because this was so much fun. My sketchbook is unfortunately not made for multiple washes but idc.
#my art#ninelivesart#art#ink drawing#sketchbook#I’ve been trying to push myself to use my sketchbooks more#I have a bad relationship with them but we’re healing childhood traumas in 2024#anyway this was just a messy ballpoint pen sketch that I took from my ugly sketchbook and put in my pretty one#I diluted the ink and just did multiple washes to build up the tones#then used an acrylic paint marker for the little highlights#my sketchbook isn’t made for water based media (or like anything other than pencils really)#but I think it held up well regardless#I’ll definitely be playing around with the ink more#I actually got it for inktober one year and never ended up using it#but I’m regretting that now because it was so fun#I only have blue and black though but I think that’ll be extra fun to play around with#btw this is an oc#I was inspired by some Pinterest things#I’m going to make this whole spread about her because I’m trying to make myself like my sketchbooks again#long tags sorry!
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rare wip of a new guy - anyone else take shitty photos of stuff they’re working on to stare at on their phone or just me?
#wip#drawing antlers is sooooo fun i love it (MANIFESTING)#I never usually post wips because I think my process would disgust and frighten people#this guy was meant to be a deer but I made him into a dragon by mistake#he was also meant to be a merderer but he’s not really giving serial killer#so now I’m thinking maybe I should just sell this design. I’ve never sold a character design before but I think this guy looks cool#maybe other people would like him more....on the other hand maybe i'll regret selling him....#anyway. I’m hoping to finish him up tomorrow
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knowing i should take a step back from tumblr for my own wellbeing vs. being emotionally attached to this app and the people on it
#tumblr would be tumblr without me—as would the self ship community. it’s silly for me to feel so invested this Thing that is just that:#a Thing. it can’t give me the love or care or satisfaction with life that i’m looking for. i’ve been hiding on here—escaping reality.#because it’s fun to live in an imaginary world where i’m everything i want to be. where i’m the main character.#but in doing so i’ve been neglecting the ugly parts of my real life; the pain and hurt and harsh realities.#over the past couple months it has become apparent to me that i tend to put too much trust and effort into people#who have neither the capacity nor the desire to reciprocate.#so i just look like a fool in the end. (this isn’t about anyone here—just a pattern of behavior in general.)#at the end of the day#having thousands of followers on tumblr has no impact on my real life. if anything it makes me feel more isolated than ever.#because it’s yet another arena where i feel like i have to carve out my own space; i’ve never been good at taking up space.#anyway i suppose i’ll take the weekend away and see how i feel. i’ve had a lot of shit happening irl that has been so horribly difficult.#so maybe getting through all of that will help me feel more comfortable on my own blog again.#if you read this all i’m so sorry. i’ll prob regret posting my heartfelt thoughts in the future but at this very moment i don’t care.#self preservation be damned.#please support ficsforgaza; i’ll still be helping aleks over there because it’s one of the few places where i feel useful.#okay i’m done now. i’ll see you later. i wish you all so much love and nothing but the best.#tw personal
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Some Noise angst doodles based off of my Pizza Tower angst fanfiction “Dolor” (ignore the memes they’re there to take up the empty spaces)
(Individual doodles under the cut)
#drawing these goofy mfs is so fun yet so hard#mainly did this because I have art-block and I had to do something or else I would’ve faded into a fine dust#but yeah I did this and now I’m gonna make it your problem /j#I’m gonna regret this aren’t I#pretty self-indulgent#cw angst#HEAVY angst#cw blood#I mean it’s only in really one doodle and it’s not colored but still#pizza tower#pizza tower doodles#peppino spaghetti#pt the noise
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#gosh i hate family dinners#this weekend is canadian thanksgiving and i usually never celebrate it#because fuck thanksgiving honestly#i usually limit my interaction with extended family to two dinners a year: easter and christmas#but i was moving over easter this year so i skipped it so i decided to go this weekend instead bc it’d been a while#fuck if i regret that decision now#especially since my brother is away this weekend ao it was just me 🙃#dinner on my dad’s side yesterday was a hot mess#everyone is so awkward around me since my parents got a divorce#i hate it#and then tonight on my mom’s side was basically a fest of homophobic comments#but that’s the norm nowadays#and my grandma is finally starting to go through my grandpa’s things after he died almost two years ago#and she asked if i wanted one of his watches or shirt or something#and apparently my brain decided the appropriate response was to burst into tears#so that was fun#anyways i left early#i’m really looking forward to christmas dinners now 🙃🥲🙃#anyways don’t mind me just complaining#i know lots of people have it a lot worse#i’m just fucking tired
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#I’m kind of dying a little but it’s cool#I had an appointment with a psychiatrist today and I feel like I’m kind of regretting it 😖#I went in mostly concerned about my autism and adhd and prepared to talk about/deal with those#but then she ended up prescribing me lexapro for my anxiety#so I went and did a bunch of research on that but I’m kind of terrified of taking it#because it seems like a lot of people get nasty side effects especially at first#and like having anxiety isn’t fun but I can push through that even if I’m an anxious wreck about some things#but like my autism and adhd affect my life a lot more#like being totally overstimulated in public or not being able to hold my focus at all are a lot bigger deal to me#and I’m horrible at communicating with people especially in real time rather than over email or whatever#so I didn’t really properly get across my concerns and just sort of let her prescribe what she wanted#idk now I’m having doubts and I’ve never really taken meds before beyond otc stuff or like the odd strep prescription when I was younger#especially nothing that messes with your brain like this one does#plus I just really don’t do well with not feeling well or not feeling like myself so that kind of freaks me out#and I really should be sleeping rn but I just need to get this stuff off my chest I guess#it’s like things weren’t totally fine the way they were but they were *fine* you know#not changing things is just easier I guess#I just like to be prepared and researched and this psychiatrist took me off guard#I just don’t know what to do now#if anyone’s read this far- has anyone else with audhd taken lexapro for anxiety?#did it go okay?#im kind of scared of it now#😮💨 okay I really need to go to sleep now#anxiety#autism#Adhd#actually autistic#Vent post#i guess? It was really just in the tags
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#frfr i made kpop lads and anime content on tt#i used to get made fun of for the anime shit but then they got into anime and flipped to trying to give me content ideas …like bruh#make it yourself or they tried to tell me how to monoitze it#monetize* and like no ?? i literally do this for fun im not wasting my time to force content out if i have an idea i do what i do and post#but whatever i learned from that to not tell ppl around me what post about so i made side account for specific shit#aka kpop and lads because no matter what i gotta yap about it or i have an idea that I (MEand only really me) thinks is funny i only really#worried if ppl would understand it so they would bitch about it yk?#and w the ban and the things i’ve been working i was liek damn that sucks i wanted to post about this so i talked about it irl …#deadass regretted it immediately because i’m over here giggling about my kun pc and instead of laughing w me ik they were laughing at me 🧍♀#like if you don’t get it it’s fine idc but why are you now making fun of me ? like some of the shit is intentionally cringe that was my poin#other shit i genuinely worked hard on it’s a hobby? it’s an interest i have i like#theorizing about storylines or putting that shit to music like i’m not talking shit on yalls shit liek why do i care about cod ? yeah i like#twilight but it’s also like old af i already saw the twilight memes and edits why are you buying another makeup palette collab#? and going you are enjoying content put out by ppl who still make edits or memes?#like idk if you don’t have thoughts about the think you like but i do and it’s fun for me i let yall talk about it and send me shit i don’t#care about to show yeah i understand you like this but fuck off making fun of me ? i’m not aggressively forcing or defending it i was just#excited about my shit like yay this photo edit came out the way i wanted it didn’t think it would look like this w markup but it worked 👍#my kpop account is actually a music in general account but american artist don’t get as silly as kpop idols#like yeah this kpop idol cereal cutout will now not know peace but i can’t get a tyler the creator cereal cutout :/ unless i make it and ugh#and then i’m spending more money to make it
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you lock the 141 outside your house (I know my rights tiktok)
pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x american!female reader
synopsis: you lock them out of your (their?) house, claiming you "know your rights." based on a tiktok trend with soldiers.
warnings: none just fluff and humor :)))
a/n: I wrote this in like an hour and I think it's the funniest thing EVER thanks
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Ghost:
You watch as your boyfriend gets out of his truck in the driveway. He grabs his bag from the passenger seat and makes his way to the front door, a smile twitching under his mask at the sight of you waiting for him.
Just as he steps to the porch, you close the door and lock it. “I know my third amendment rights!”
Ghost stops at the door, dropping his bag. Rights? What were you talking about? “Your what?”
“No Soldier shall, in time of peace, be quartered in any house without the consent of the owner,” You reply, reading off your phone.
Ghost sighs. Third amendment? Of course, the one American he dates is the one that has them all memorized. You could probably recite them in your sleep. Patriotism, or whatever. Which makes zero sense. You were living with him in Manchester. If all went well and you got married, he was making sure he changed your status to British.
“You fucking Americans.” He grabs the key from his bag, going to unlock the door only to find you locking it. “Are you serious?”
You show your phone at him through the glass, the third amendment displayed on a Google search. He stares back at you from his mask, unamused. “Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters.
You giggle from behind the door and give him a few more minutes before going to unlock it. You knew Simon’s limits. You only needed a few seconds of fun anyway, but by the time you unlock it, he’s gone.
“Simon?” You call out, poking your head out the door and checking around the house. His truck was still there, so he didn’t turn back around. You don’t see any movements or even hear anything. Was he picked up by aliens?
A thud sounds from behind you, and you yelp, shutting the door and turning around.
Simon stands in front of you, arms crossed and his duffel bag on the floor.
“What the hell?” You said, looking him up and down.
“I should be asking you that,” He retorts. “You should really lock your windows, love.”
“Are you… did you climb through one?”
“You locked me out.”
“I went to unlock it!”
“Third amendment rights, my arse.” He grabs your waist, pulling you towards him. “We’re in England.”
You shrug, tracing up his arm. “Thought it was funny.”
Simon just sighs. “Americans.”
Gaz:
“Oh, hell no!” You exclaim as Gaz approaches the door. “I know my third amendment rights.” The lock clicks.
“No fucking way,” Gaz said, strolling up to the glass storm door.
“No soldiers in this home.”
He stares at you, his hands on his hips and that signature scowl on his face. There was no way he was coming home to this bullshit right now. “Open the door.”
“No quartering soldiers without my permission,” You replied.
Gaz rolls his eyes. Your home? He was pretty sure his name was on the mortgage, even if you were living in it 90% of the time. “I own the fucking property! I live here. You’re the guest.”
You shrug, grinning. “Not anymore.”
He runs a hand down his face. Sometimes just sometimes he regrets finding your stubbornness so damn attractive. “I’m going to crash out, actually.”
“Crash outside? Yeah.”
“Let me in!” He shouts, grabbing the door handle and jiggling it.
“No!” You shout back, holding onto it and preventing him from entering without your permission.
Gaz leans against the glass. “Remind me why I chose to date an American?”
You smile at him. “Because we’re funny, and we have better Chinese food.”
He glares at you, trying to unlock the door again. He groans when there’s no avail. “Babe!”
You say nothing, finding his annoyance quite amusing and a change of pace for once.
And then he actually crashes out, grabbing the handle and pulling, twisting, pounding at it. He yells a string of curse words and then starts banging on the doorframe. He gives up, frowning, and leans his forehead on the glass. “Please?”
You unlock it. “Thought you’d never ask.”
He storms inside, throwing you over his shoulder. “You are so in for it.”
“I like where this is going,” You giggle as he throws you on the couch.
He raises a brow, hands coming to your waist. “Yeah?” He starts tickling you. You yelp, laughing under him and trying to push away.
Gaz doesn’t relent and continues tickling you even after you’ve pleaded with him to stop. “You lock me out of my fucking claim it’s your right,” He mutters. “Consider this my very reasonable punishment.”
Soap:
“I know my rights!” You shout, watching Soap approach the door.
He stops in his tracks, tilting his head. He had no idea what you said. The poor guy could barely hear from all the bombs going on around him, and you shout through a door? Good plan. “What are you on about?” He asked.
“There will be no soldiers in my home!” You close the glass door and lock it.
He approaches the front door, staring at you through the glass. His expression is clueless, brows furrowed. “You mean our home?” He knocks on the glass. “Can I come in?”
“Nope!”
He frowns. “Why?”
“Third amendment.”
“Amendment?” He scoffs. What the hell are you talking about? Is this what he gets for dating an American? You start proclaiming your rights? What’s next, the pledge of allegiance? “Are you taking the piss? Does this look like the land of the free?”
You giggle at him, his accent thickening with his frustration. “I’m still an American!”
“Trust me, I know! Can I please come inside?”
“No soldiers allowed.” You tape up a piece of paper displaying those words.
Soap continues frowning at you and realizes he isn’t going to be let in anytime soon. It’s a good thing he knew how to easily change that. Americans and their rights. More like Americans and their feelings. He sits down on the porch steps, facing away from you, rests his chin in his hand, and sighs loudly.
You don’t budge.
He sighs again, kicking his boots on the porch, turning back at you with sad eyes. Still nothing. He concludes there was one last option to get you to let him in. He grabs his phone, and you watch with furrowed brows as he types something in. Suddenly, music is blasting from his phone as he looks at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. Not just any music, but the sad hamster violin music.
“Oh my god.” You unlock the door, opening it up to him. “You’re such a baby.”
He practically skips inside, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Your baby.”
Price:
Your husband stands on the porch, rolling his eyes at you.
“I know my rights!” You shout at him through the window.
“Do you, now?” He asked, playing along with your prank or whatever this was. If it brought you this much amusement to lock him out, he might as well indulge in it. That was the kind of man he was. Until he started freezing of course, then he would demand you let him in.
You nod your head. “As an American, amendment 3 of the Bill of Rights says that I don’t have to house you if I don’t want to.”
Price hums. At least they taught you something in American schools. “Does that extend when you’re in another country?”
“It does to me.”
He huffs, grabbing something from his pocket and displaying it to you. “You know I have a house key, yes?”
“I’ll just lock it again.”
He tilts his head at you. You were really trying to sell whatever rights you thought you had. “Really?”
“I’m taking this very seriously.”
Price strokes his beard. “I can see that.” An idea pops into his head, and he steps away from the glass and in front of the door. You didn’t want to let him in? That’s fine. You wanted to lock the door? No problem. He’s got methods of entering from being in the military, after all. “Guess I’ll just have to kick down the door.” He raises his foot, fully intent on doing it. You were going to repaint the door anyway, might as well get a new one.
You swing open the door. “Are you crazy?”
He strolls past you. “Did I lock you outside our home? Besides, crazy would’ve been bombing the house.”
Your lips parted, unsure if he was joking. You assume he is, but his expression says otherwise. “Are you being serious?”
He laughs at your face, grabbing your hand. “Only if you start proclaiming your rights again.”
You put your hands up. “What rights? Suddenly, I’m feeling like this soldier can stay as long as he likes.”
Price presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thought so.”
#guys please say im funny#i think this is funny#cod#call of duty#tf 141#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x you#141 x reader#cod 141#captain john price#john price#john price x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#john mactavish#john mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#johnny mactavish#johnathan price#Simon Riley x you#kyle garrick x you#Kyle Garrick cod
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Seeing kny men shirtless for the first time
Pairings: Rengoku x fem!reader; Gyomei x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader (bonus: all hashira men x fem!reader)
Word Count: 3,2k
Warnings: this might be a little shitty so be nice pls, this is actually the first time I ever wrote for Gyomei so please please please let me know what you think! not 100% proofread 🥹🤍
Rengoku Kyojuro
“Have you seen Rengoku-san? There’s something I want to ask him about our upcoming mission.”
Tengen tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, lips unable to keep that dirty grin off his face. Yeah, surely you’re asking for a mission and not because you’re having a crush on the flame hashira since joining the pillars.
“He went outside in the gardens to view the blooming roses”, he lies oh so innocently.
A bright smile creeps up your face, heart already skipping a beat in excitement. If you were only brave enough to finally ask Kyojuro out, how easier your life would be if you’d just keep your distance to him. But the prospect of seeing him alone is enough for your mind to go blank. Hopefully, the others don’t notice.
“Thank you so much, Tengen”, you blurt out with a hasty bow before yanking out of the room.
“Didn’t he say he wanted to change since he sweated so much during training?”, Shinobu thinks out loud.
“Yeah, that’s going to be a lot of fun”, Tengen replies with a smirk plastered onto his face.
Your mind races back and forth as you make your way to the gardens. What will you even ask him? Maybe what he has planned, if he already knows something? What if you mess up? This is actually the first time you and Kyojuro got assigned a mission together. You have to make a good impression or otherwise, he won’t take you with him again.
“Rengoku-san, I don’t mean to disturb you, but I have a few questions regarding the ne-“
Your breath gets stuck in your throat immediately, feet coming to a rapid stand.
There he is, the flame hashira.
Shirtless, his upper body soaking wet while he empties a bucket of water over his head.
“Oh, (y/n)! I didn’t expect you here!”, he announces with his eyes widened.
You can’t even blink, mind going dull. You always secretly imagined what Kyojuro might look like underneath that uniform, if his muscles look as buff as they feel underneath your touch while training.
And they do.
Oh god, they definitely do.
“I-I…Tengen told me that…You’re here to see…the roses”, you blurt out, still unable to look away.
“Indeed! But before that, I really needed to change my uniform since I sweated a lot during training.”
“Yeah, I can see that”, you mumble.
“(y/n), are you not feeling well? You look quite red from afar. Allow me to check on you.”
When he suddenly starts walking towards you with his chest muscles tensing with each and every step, you feel like fainting. Of course you never doubted that this man looks good underneath that uniform, but this?
“Your cheeks are really hot”, he comments while running his wet hand up and down your cheek.
“I…I…”
Your mind is a mess, not a single thought is making sense right now. Are you dreaming? Is that really Rengoku Kyojuro standing in front of you with his abs glittering in the heat of the sun, so close that you’d be able to touch him.
“Maybe you should go and see Shinobu-“
“I’m flustered!”, you finally cry out like an idiot.
Only to regret your words immediately.
His hand stops right in its tracks, the piercing presence of his orbs forcing you to look up at him.
“Why would you be flustered, (y/n)?”, he questions innocently.
May the ground swallow you whole in hope you’ll never return. God, why does this have to be so embarrassing? You’ll definitely have a word with Tengen when this is over.
“Because I…I have a crush on you, Kyojuro.”
The words you never dared to say out loud, that lingered through your mind each and every time you saw him. Like a rock, they fall off your chest while a wave of pure panic starts rushing over you.
You just confessed your feelings to him.
Him, Rengoku Kyojuro.
“I think I need to go now”, you blurt out, already starting to turn away when Kyojuro grabs your wrist gently.
“Please don’t go, (y/n). Actually, I feel the same way about you.”
He sweeps you around so rapidly that you are forced against something as hard as a wall. Did he accidentally throw you against a wall, the nearby tree?
The second you open your eyes again, you stare at his bare chest, only millimetres away from your face.
That wasn’t a wall.
“I had an eye on you since the first time I saw you. You are just…so amazing!”, he confesses with a passion that is even unusual for him.
“Kyojuro, I…”
Your bare face touched his naked chest.
“I…”
And don’t get started on his sight, his broad chest, the muscles that flex when he grabs your shoulders passionately.
“I…I can’t…”
“What’s wrong, (y/n)? A cat got your tongue?”, Tengen jeers from behind.
All your senses seem to come back to you in the split of a second when a wave of anger washes over you.
“You little…Why did you do that!?”, you cry out while storming towards the much taller man.
“Because your face looks very flashy when it’s this red.”
Gyomei Himejima
To say that you are exhausted would be the understatement of a century. Being out in the scorching sun all day really took its toll on your already bruised body.
Not to mention the training methods of none other than the stone hashira himself.
Gyomei is not a stranger to you. You’ve known each other for quite some time by now, joining the demon slayer corps almost simultaneously. And that force of a man never failed to impress you.
You wrench your sweat-soaked clothes in the river while staring at your own reflection. Why are you even here, though? You might not be a hashira yet, but you trained with Gyomei countless times before. Over and over, you shoved rocks around and almost drowning in that exact river. At this point, the basic training of the corps members isn’t even enough for you to break a sweat. You find yourself shoving that rock 10 cho by now while carrying tree trunks on your back.
You furrow your eyebrows. Now that you think of it, you didn’t even catch a glimpse at Gyomei himself since being here. Apparently, the hashira training does keep him busy.
That sting of agony that pierces through your heart can’t be stopped, though. Over the span of those last years, you got to know the stone hashira better. Despite his tall and threatening appearance, he is the softest man you’ve ever known. So kind that he brought tears to your eyes more than once, so considerate that it’s hard to believe that this man lives alone.
It was inescapable for you to fall from him head over heels. And now you find yourself longing for his presence even though you know all too well that he is busy training the corps members.
“I didn’t expect to greet you here at this late hour.”
You almost trip over head-first into the water, caught by a strong hand last-minute before you take another dive into the river.
“I’m beyond sorry for scaring you like this, (y/n)”, an all too familiar voice continues while pushing you back on your feet.
Normally, the first thing you see is his demon slayer uniform and cloak draped around him in a somehow elegant way.
But not today.
You swallow hard, widened eyes blankly staring at his naked chest. This man standing in front of you…Gyomei wears nothing but his uniform pants.
“I���uh…don’t w-worry”, you stutter like an idiot, his arms still holding you in place gently.
“Did I interrupt you? I didn’t know that you were taking a bath.”
His soft voice paired with that sight in front of you. You’ve never seen him shirtless, never witnessed the way his veins pop out of his arms and how well formed he is underneath that uniform. It would be so easy to allow your fingertips a taste and let yourself discover his muscles even better, to just stretch out your hand and-
“Does it bother you that I am shirtless? I came here to take a bath myself.”
“Bother?”, you press out.
“I…I’m not bothered at all!”
“I guess I’m just a little…flustered…”
“Flustered?”, he repeats in confusion.
“If I make you feel uncomfortable, I’ll cover myself of course. I just noticed you were here and we haven’t seen each other for a long time by now.”
“I missed you”, he adds, forcing your world upside down for a minute.
Since you’ve got to know him, there was never more than friendly words between Gyomei and you. Not more than a shoulder rub, not more than motivating words from time to time. You never allowed yourself to compliment him or talk about anything apart from missions.
Until now. Until Gyomei confessed out of nowhere that he missed you.
While being shirtless
“I…missed you too”, you finally give in.
You allow your eyes a little glimpse at him. Just a little taste of his broad shoulders and how his veins stand out. Just a little something of his rock-hard abs, his enormous upper body that is usually covered by his uniform. Just one look at-
“I thought about you all the time, to be exact”, you breathe out before you even realize what you’re talking about.
“I’m feeling the same way, (y/n). Let me assure you that my heart beats just as fast as yours at the moment.”
Gently, he cups your hand with his and presses your palm against his bare chest, straight against his racing heart that pulsates against your skin.
Oh god. You feel like fainting any given minute, your very own heart pounding so hard that you might get a heart attack.
“Now, allow me to put on my uniform again so that we can have a proper-“
“Wait!”, you blurt out.
“Let’s just stay like this for uh…a little longer…”
Sanemi Shinazugawa
It’s hard to keep your palms from sweating when you know exactly where you’re going. To him, the wind hashira. The man who swept you off your feet without even trying, the man you haven’t seen in such a long time by now.
While Sanemi always kept himself busy with missions, you were assigned to a mission far away from home. It took you over a month to finally find the demon who was responsible for this mess. And eventually, Sanemi just stopped writing you letters or replying to your messages. Even though you were so sure that he might feel the same way about you, he proved you wrong.
In the most painful way.
“I can’t go any further, that’s exactly where he is”, you complain while following your crow around.
You know this path uncomfortably well, the way it leads you next to a river, through a field of strawberries. Straight into the wind hashira estate.
“Direct orders from Kagaya-sama! You need to undergo the hashira training!”
“I just returned from an exhausting mission, did you tell him that?”, you bark back only to get attacked by your stinky crow.
“So cheeky! Watch how you talk to me!”, it cries out, literally dragging you along with it while its beak bursts the skin of your cheek.
Your heart almost stops beating, pounding rougher and rougher against your ribcage with every step you take towards the wind hashira estate.
What if the man you still love rejects you? What if he breaks your heart in front of everyone else, if he speaks out those words you imagined when you waited another day for his reply?
You want to escape, want to get as far away from here as possible. But your unforgiving crow drags you with it until you find yourself at the front doors of his estate.
“Get yourself together, dumbass! Go inside and talk to him! GO!”
With one last bite it finally leaves you alone, right at the opened front door.
There’s nothing you’d like more than vanishing from this earth, to get swallowed whole. Why on earth does it have to be him first? Why aren’t you allowed to train with Tengen, Giyu, basically everyone else? Your heart races so hard inside your ribcage that it takes your breath away, eyes staring into the dark estate.
Is he even home?
You allow yourself to take a few steps into the building, to look around. No cries, no voices? Maybe he isn’t even home. Are they training somewhere else, in the nearby woods, maybe?
“Fuck!”
His voice almost sends you over the edge, forces your eyes to dart around in sheer horror. That was Sanemi, without any doubt. But is he alone?
What if he’s not?
What if he’s with a girl?
You swallow hard, the ugliest thoughts taking over your head when you hear water splashing from a room nearby.
You can’t help it. As quiet as possible, you make your way towards the room the sounds originate from, ready to find literally everything. What if that’s the reason he didn’t write you back? What if he fell in love with another woman and simply forgot about you?
Your eyes peek through the ever so slightly opened door.
And your jaw drops to the floor in an instant.
There he stands, nothing but a towel covering his private parts while droplets of water run down his naked back. Sanemi just washed himself.
But oh…
You can feel your mouth watering just by looking at the scars that cover his back, how delicious the water than runs down his neck seems. You’re only a few steps away from that force of a man, only a few steps in order to touch him. You always wondered what his skin feels like, if his outside is as rough as his inside. And what does he smell like straight out of the shower? Does he still smell like himself? And what about his abs-
All air drains from your compressed lungs as you suddenly find yourself pinned against the wall straight in Sanemi’s bathroom.
“Why the hell are you spying on me like some little freak?”, he hisses through gritted teeth.
“I…wasn’t spying”, you press out, his distressed orbs meeting yours.
Fuck, you’re screwed.
“Oh yeah? Why were you standing outside my bathroom then? I didn’t even know you were back!”
“Because you never fucking asked”, you finally bark back.
He draws even closer, lingers over you like an unpromising shadow with his naked upper body still dripping. No, you have to concentrate on the fact that you’re mad as hell right now, there’s no room for inspecting his upper body.
But his abs definitely look as good as they feel.
“You were out on a mission, how the hell was I supposed to ask? I thought you’d just let me know when you’re back”, he bites back.
“Oh, could have tried answering my damn messages, maybe? Did you ever think about that!?”
“Me answering your messages? You never replied to me!”
You furrow your eyebrows.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“What I’m talking about? I sent you countless messages and you never answered. I even asked Kagaya-sama if you died or something! I…I was so fucking worried…”
His heavy breath mixes with yours, caresses your oversensitive skin.
“But Sanemi…I did the same”, you finally mutter.
Sanemi’s chest rises and falls rapidly, a few water drops escaping the force of his skin. His oh so glowy skin. Of course you knew that this man would look good shirtless. But this? How are you supposed to stay focused when his skin turns pink ever so slightly, when his muscular chest moves like that?
“Can you stop staring at my abs and focus on me for one minute?”, he barks while flicking in front of your way too focused eyes.
You feel your cheeks heat up in an instant, glossy eyes staring at him like a caught deer. If there’s one thing that’s worse than checking Sanemi out, it’s definitely getting caught.
“Sorry, I have to go”, you mumble while pulling yourself away from him.
Only to find yourself wrapped in his naked arms even tighter.
“You’re not going anywhere. I just asked you something”, he warns you.
“Let go of me!”
“Did you…miss me?”
Your arms stop right in their tracks, widened eyes staring at his flustered face in sheer disbelief. There he stands, Sanemi Shinazugawa, straight out of the shower while asking you if you missed him?
“Yeah, always”, you reply out of instinct.
“Good. Because same.”
He doesn’t even give you the chance to second-guess your answer. In the split of a second, you get devoured by his muscular arms, your very own kimono soaking wet in an instant.
Are you dreaming?
“Wait, what?”, you breathe out.
“And you totally checked me out”, he adds proudly.
“I didn’t check you out-“
“Oh yeah?”
He lets go of you just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his delicious upper body again.
“Maybe a little bit…”
-Bonus-
You huff out in exhaustion. What the actual fuck were you thinking when you agreed on training with all hashira? Well, apparently not that you’d literally vomit all over yourself after getting hit without any mercy by all of them.
“That little fucker Shinazugawa”, you curse under your breath while stomping towards the wind hashira estate.
“I’ll kick your puny ass next time.”
Your feet drag you back to them with last strength. Rengoku, Tengen, Obanai, Shinazugawa, Tomioka…why on earth are all of them so damn strong? Super unfair.
“Have you seen how I beat the shit out of her?”, you hear Sanemi jeer from afar as well as the constant mumbling of the others.
“It wasn’t necessary to hit her this hard”, Giyu comments.
“Hell yes it was. Now that brat knows what she’s dealing with!”
All you see is red. Even though your body begs you to stop, you storm towards their voices.
“Listen up, you little shit-“
Your breath gets stuck in your throat, eyes darting around without a real aim.
There they stand. Shirtless. Every single one of them.
Oh.
“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault that you’re a loser-“
Just this once, you’re actually able to ignore Sanemi’s shitty words. That toned abs Rengoku has, Tengen’s veiny arms, Obanai’s athletic build, the scars that compliment Sanemi’s muscles so well-
Why is it suddenly so hot?
“Are you okay, (y/n)?”, Giyu questions while rubbing the back of his head with a towel.
How is it possible that he looks this good underneath that loose uniform? You always expected Giyu to be rather athletic that muscular given his fast movements. But that mountain of a biceps definitely doesn’t lie.
“I…”
Not a single logical thought is left in your blank mind, eyes roaming back and forth between them.
“I need to go.”
In the matter of seconds, you disappear inside the wind hashira estate without a trace.
“Is (y/n) alright? She looked rather pale”, Rengoku thinks out loud, still staring at where you last stood.
“She was definitely checking me out”, Tengen announces proudly.
“You? Bet she was looking at me”, Sanemi jeers at the tall man.
“How are they so hot?”, you mumble to yourself while inspecting them through the window.
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