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Franco x driver reader- She is a rookie who started before him and the others on the grid are protective of her since she has no one with her (her family never goes to see her or supports her). They start talking and the other drivers act like older brothers.
A/nâ Hi đ @alex-wotton I went with the last one because it really stood out to me because I realized last night that if I was a f1 driver traveling to races would be pretty lonely as my mom has lupus and is in pain all the time and my siblings are still in school while my dad works out on the road. I will also be doing the others to.
Oh one more thing this is just a little look into the big fic around this request Iâll be doing later⌠depending on how well this does.
"They mean well" â Franco Colapinto x fem! rookie diver! Reader
Fluff slightly angsty
Word countâ1122
Summary â Franco befriend's the female Alpine rookie the only problem is that he now has to deal with her guard dogs.
The first few weeks on the grid were a whirlwind, especially since you were a rookie in a sport where every second counts, and every move you make is scrutinized. It was hard, almost overwhelming, and though you knew the other drivers were competitive, you quickly realized that there was a quieter, more supportive side to them. You couldnât deny how much it helped to have the older drivers looking out for you.
Lando had taken to teasing you right away. His cheeky humor and constant lighthearted comments were always enough to make you laugh, even on the toughest days. âYouâre doing better than most of the vets, you know,â heâd say after a particularly good lap, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âNext time, youâll have to give me some pointers!â
Max, who often seemed aloof to others, was surprisingly attentive. He noticed when you were on your own, after long days when you would simply wander the paddock, minding your own business. Without a word, he would sidle up next to you, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and talk about the most mundane thingsâanything to take your mind off the pressure. âHave you ever tried the coffee from the new stand near the paddock? Best one in town,â heâd comment, knowing full well it was an excuse to pull you into a conversation that wasnât about racing for once.
Charles, ever the older brother type, was the one who would make sure you didnât slip into your head too much. He could tell when the weight of everything was starting to build up on your shoulders. âHey,â heâd say, voice gentle but firm. âYouâre doing fine. Donât let the stress get to you. You have a team behind you.â
And then there was Franco. He was quieter than the others, but his presence was undeniable. Heâd only just joined the grid, and the others were quick to embrace him, but it was clear that his personality was differentâcalmer, more reserved. You found that, over time, you felt a quiet connection with him. It wasnât an in-your-face, loud support, but a steady, reassuring presence.
One evening, after another intense qualifying session, you found yourself walking alone by the garages, replaying every corner of the track in your head. You were exhausted, physically and mentally, but you didnât want to be a burden to the others, so you walked it off in silence. Franco noticed you from across the paddock and, with a knowing look, excused himself from a conversation he was having with Lando.
When he reached you, there was no fanfare, just a casual ease that made you relax almost immediately.
âHey, everything okay?â Franco asked, his voice soft yet direct.
You smiled, a little weary, but grateful. âJust thinking about the session. Couldâve done better.â
He shook his head, his lips curling into a small smile. âYou did fine. We all have those moments, donât overthink it.â
You let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding. âItâs just⌠hard sometimes. Being the rookie and feeling like youâre always falling short.â
Franco tilted his head slightly, studying you for a moment before replying. âI get it. Iâm still the new guy here too, remember? But honestly, the others are looking out for you. Theyâve got your back.â
The way he said it was simple, but there was a sincerity behind it that made something inside you relax. Franco wasnât offering empty wordsâhe meant it.
And it wasnât just him. The next time you walked into the paddock and bumped into Max, he clapped you on the shoulder with a grin. âYou looked a bit off yesterday. If you need a break, you know where to find me.â
Lando, catching wind of the exchange, chimed in from a few feet away. âYeah, donât make us have to drag you into our fun. Weâre here for more than just the racing.â
The protectiveness came in waves. Sometimes it was subtleâCharles, pulling you aside to offer advice on staying focused during the race, or Lando, joking around to make you laugh when the stress of the weekend was beginning to get to you. But sometimes, it was a little more overt.
The first time you really felt the weight of their protectiveness was after a particularly tough race, where you finished outside the points. The media was relentless, questions flying about whether you were cut out for the sport, and you could feel the eyes of the paddock on you.
As you were heading back to your garage, head down, trying to shut out the noise, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Max.
âYou donât let them get to you,â he said quietly, looking you in the eyes. âItâs one race. And youâll get them next time.â
Before you could respond, Lando appeared, his usual grin plastered across his face. âMax is right, of course. And if they keep giving you trouble, just let me know. Iâm pretty good at handling the media.â
Charles joined them, his voice more serious than usual. âWeâve all been there. Donât let them make you doubt yourself. Weâre all in this together.â
That was when it hit youâthis wasnât just about the competition on the track. They truly cared about you, and despite the pressures of racing, they werenât about to let you face it alone.
Franco appeared just as they were finishing up, walking over to the group with a quiet smile. âEveryoneâs right,â he added, offering a knowing look. âAnd if you ever need someone to talk to, Iâm always around. No need to fight your battles alone.â
From that moment on, you felt the weight of their protectiveness more than ever. It wasnât just about them looking out for a rookie; it was about them making sure you knew that no matter what happened, you werenât alone on the grid.
The bond between you and Franco deepened as the weeks went on. In between races, the two of you shared quiet conversations in the back of the garage, or while waiting for your cars to be prepped. You spoke about everythingâracing, family, the weird quirks of the Formula 1 lifestyle, and even the things youâd been avoiding thinking about. Francoâs steady support and dry humor became something you could rely on, and the way he listened without judgment made him one of the few you truly felt comfortable with.
In a world that often felt like a competition to survive, you finally understood: you had people here, and they werenât just teammates or rivalsâthey were your family.
And Franco, despite being new to the grid himself, was starting to feel more like a brother than just a teammate.
#f1#f1 x reader#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula one x you#f1 x y/n#formula one x oc#formula one x y/n#faiths inboxesđĽđ¨#franco colapinto#franco colapinto x reader#franco colapinto x you
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meeting hayes. | JOE BURROWâš [008]
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đđđđđ đđđ. It wasnât just the faint, powdery scent of baby lotion lingering in the air or the tiny clothes folded in drawers that made it so. It was quieter but also fullerâlike the walls themselves were adjusting to the weight of this new chapter, reshaping to cradle this fragile little life.
You stood in the kitchen, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows in golden beams, and shifted your son higher on your shoulder. His soft breaths puffed against your neck, his tiny fingers curled into the fabric of your sweatshirt. Heâd fallen asleep after his morning feeding, milk drunk and blissfully unaware of the exhaustion etched into every inch of your body.
Joe was sitting at the kitchen table, one hand cradling a mug of coffee and the other absentmindedly running through his hair, which still stuck up wildly from sleep. He was watching you with that soft, faraway look heâd developed since you came home from the hospital, the kind that made your heart clench because it was too much and not enough all at once.
âYou know,â he said, his voice low and warm in the quiet kitchen, âheâs got my ears. Poor kidâs doomed.â
You laughed softly, the sound carried on a yawn. âI think heâs perfect.â
âYeah, well, I think youâre biased.â Joe stood, stretching in that lazy, unbothered way of his that made even mundane movements look effortless. He walked over, leaning down to press a kiss to your sonâs head and then to your temple, lingering for just a second. âYou need to sit. Youâve been up all night with him. Let me take him for a bit.â
âNo, itâs okayââ
âY/N.â He gave you a look, one eyebrow raised in that teasing but firm way that always made you cave. âGo sit. Or better yet, nap.â
Reluctantly, you handed over the baby, watching as Joe adjusted him with a level of care that never failed to amaze you. For someone who spent his Sundays being tackled by grown men, he handled your son like he was made of glass, his big hands cradling the babyâs tiny body with infinite gentleness.
You sank into the couch in the living room, intending to just sit for a moment, but the pull of sleep was too strong. The last thing you saw before your eyes closed was Joe pacing slowly around the room, swaying slightly as he hummed a low, tuneless melody to the baby.
When you woke, the house was quiet except for the distant hum of the washing machine. You stretched, groaning slightly at the ache in your back, and wandered into the nursery, where you found Joe sitting in the rocking chair with the baby cradled against his chest. Both of them were asleep, the babyâs head tucked under Joeâs chin, his tiny hand fisted in Joeâs t-shirt.
For a moment, you just stood there, taking it all in. The sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. The crib sat untouchedâJoe always claimed heâd put the baby down, but more often than not, you found them like this, tangled together in peaceful sleep.
You didnât want to wake them, but the sight was too sweet to resist. Quietly, you crept into the room and placed a kiss on Joeâs forehead, whispering, âI love you.â
Later that day, you all ventured outside for the first time since coming home. Spring had arrived in full force, the backyard bursting with new blooms and the soft buzz of bees flitting lazily between flowers. Joe spread a blanket on the grass, and you sat with the baby nestled in your lap, his tiny hat slightly askew on his head.
Joe stretched out beside you, propping himself up on one elbow as he watched the baby with a soft smile. âDo you think heâll like football?â
You snorted. âI think heâll like whatever doesnât involve being tackled.â
Joe laughed, reaching out to adjust the babyâs hat. âFair enough. But if he doesnât, Maisieâs going to have a meltdown. Sheâs already planning his college career.â
The thought made you laugh, but it was also comforting in a way. You couldnât imagine a future where Maisie wasnât involved, where she wasnât there to be the chaotic aunt who spoiled your son rotten.
The afternoon passed in a haze of soft laughter and easy conversation, the kind of day that felt like a balm to your soul. Joe dozed off in the grass, his arm draped protectively over you and the baby, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.
This was your season, a time of blooming and growing, of finding joy in the simple, quiet moments. It wasnât always easyâthere were still sleepless nights and overwhelming daysâbut as you sat there, your little family wrapped in the warmth of spring, you couldnât help but feel like youâd found your place in the world.
The day melted into evening, the golden hues of sunset fading into the deep indigo of night. The baby had been bathed and fed, his tiny body swaddled snugly in a soft blanket. You and Joe found yourselves in the living room, the baby nestled in your arms while Joe sat beside you, his long legs stretched out on the coffee table.
The glow of the TV provided a muted light, though neither of you were really paying attention to the movie playing. It was just background noise, something to fill the silence while you both lingered in the haze of new parenthood.
âHeâs out like a light,â Joe said softly, his voice low and warm as he leaned in to brush a kiss against the babyâs downy head.
You smiled, glancing down at your sonâs peaceful face. His tiny lips were slightly parted, and his delicate lashes cast soft shadows against his cheeks. âHeâs probably the only one sleeping in this house right now,â you teased, your voice equally quiet.
Joe chuckled. âNot my fault he inherited your sleep schedule.â
âYouâre hilarious.â
For a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence. The weight of the baby in your arms and the steady presence of Joe beside you felt grounding, like the world had shrunk to just this room, just this moment.
âWe still donât have a name,â Joe said after a while, breaking the quiet with a small sigh. He leaned back against the couch, his head resting on the cushion as he stared up at the ceiling. âWeâve got to pick something, babe. Heâs going to start thinking his name is Little Man.â
You laughed softly, the sound light and tired. âI donât know, Joe. Nothing feels right.â
âYou donât think Maisieâs suggestion of ��Captain Joe Jr.â has a nice ring to it?â he teased, grinning at you.
âMm, tempting,â you joked, âbut I think Iâll pass.â
The conversation fizzled out again, the two of you content to just sit in the quiet, letting the babyâs soft breaths fill the space.
Then, something small and unexpected happened.
A soft breeze stirred through the room, coming from the cracked window that let in the cool spring air. It carried with it the faint scent of freshly mown grass and the distant, earthy aroma of the fields beyond your backyard. The curtains shifted, and in the moonlight streaming through the window, the faintest shimmer of something caught your eye.
You turned your head, craning to see. There, just outside, the moonlight illuminated the grass in silvery hues, creating a soft, glowing haze over the backyard.
âIt looks like a painting,â you murmured, your voice tinged with awe.
Joe leaned forward, his eyes following your gaze. âYeah, it does,â he said, his voice just as soft. âLike one of those fields we used to drive past at night, back home in Athens.â
You blinked, smiling at the memory. The rolling hills, the mist that settled over them in the evenings, the way the moonlight would transform the fields into something almost magical.
âHaze,â you said absentmindedly, the word falling from your lips as if it had been sitting there all along.
Joe turned to you, his brow furrowing slightly. âWhat?â
âHaze,â you repeated, this time with more intention. âLike the mist, the way the light makes everything soft and dreamy.â
He tilted his head, considering it. âHaze⌠thatâs kind of nice.â
A pause. Then, as if by unspoken agreement, you both looked down at the baby. He shifted slightly in his sleep, his little hand poking out of the blanket to rest on your chest, and you couldnât help but smile.
âHayes,â Joe said, testing it aloud. His voice was quiet, reverent, like he was speaking something sacred into existence. âWith a Y. Hayes.â
You glanced up at him, your heart skipping a beat at the softness in his expression. âHayes,â you echoed, and the name felt like a breath of fresh air, like the final piece of a puzzle sliding into place.
Joe leaned in, brushing his knuckles gently over the babyâs cheek. âHey, Little Man,â he murmured, his voice full of quiet affection. âLooks like youâve got a name now.â
And just like that, under the soft glow of moonlight and the warmth of shared memories, your son became Hayesâa name born not from deliberation or debate, but from the quiet magic of a simple moment shared between the three of you.
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âThey couldâve avoided all this if they just fuckedâ well consider theyâve actually been fucking the whole time and theyâre just like this.
#hannibal#nbc hannibal#hannigram#firm supporter of them just being like that#actually consider that it made everything worse#txt#mine
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"I can't hear you over the sound of the eight billion glasses and plates clinking, and the very high possibility that I'm going to lose my job, and the fact that everyone at this charity dinner hates me but we have to act nice to each other, and the weird lighting in this room, and these fucking Spanx!" - Katherine Hastings, probably
#she's autistic because i said so#the lighting in the charity dinner is so weird#it's not bad lighting but the spotlights make me think of searchlights#i remember trying on these really firm leggings that my mum has#and my mum was like âremember when you were asking about shapewear because of that show? that's what Spanx feel like.â#and i'm thinking âwell that's bullshit; i can see why they made an entire cold open about them; this material is awful.â#also there's a continuity error in that cold open with katherine's sleeves#and it bothers me because when ana posted the scene on her insta; there was no continuity error#but the clips were in a different order in the actual episode#which just goes to show how many times i've watched that cold open#like i love it and i hate it#also wtf were the tight sleeve things for#do people really pay that much attention to women's arms when they're wearing tight dresses?#katherine and ana don't need spanx#and the former shouldn't feel like she needs them#i will die on this very specific hill#that scene in the commercial ep where sadie says something like âwomen should wear what they're comfortable inâ#TELL THAT TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND#on x's insta she said that they were all wearing spanx and could barely breathe#and i'm just thinking about katherine really awkwardly asking dori for help#and dori sending a text to sadie#being like âwe will all support katherine. we will all be concerned about her job and be physically uncomfortable together.â#women loving women in a non-gay way#but also in a gay way#sad that i can't tag people in hashtags#because i would love for @harrietdyker to write a fic#american auto#katherine hastings#sadie ryan#dori otis
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Hi hi~ how are you! Have you seen the Satoru is a cheater/player allegations (help idk why Iâm saying it as if heâs a real person lol)
Itâs soo sad how people just keep mischaracterize him like that đ
yeahhhhh i will never be a player/cheater gojo truther i fear đđđ thatâs my aspec king. my loyal aspec king who is a Nice Guy Actually
#if ace!gojo has no fans it means i am dead#if virgin!gojo has no fans it means i am dead#if âcrippling fear of intimacyâ gojo has no fans it means i am dead#but yeah anon those hcs really donât sit well with me either đđ i support the people who make them tho!!!#i just feel like the fandom forgets that gojo is like. canonically one of The most loyal characters in the series#he kept loving suguru for a decade after being left behind. he didnât hate him even in the end!!!!!!! heâs LOYAL.#iâm a firm believer that satoruâs s/o could do literally Anything and it still wouldnât change the way he feels about them#ask tag âŠ
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I snapped today at work, and by snapped I mean I politely commented on a help desk ticket by summing up an mess of an (type of) issue that's come up for at least the fourth time in the 2+ months I've been managing user accounts, and asked the person responsible to fix it (himself for once) because last time I fixed his mess-up it took me two whole days to work out the details with at least four other colleagues from different departments and I really don't want to do it again. there's other shit that needs doing, I've been working 10+ hour days for most of this week already, so I need to cut down not add on more.
(good thing tho - at least we managed to fix the issue where the dataset of a newer employee got mixed up with another one of the same name and therefore wasn't able to apply for any of the access/accounts she needed. technically not entirely my area but it does impact us not being allowed to create an account for her so I figured I might as well track that issue down. took three days and at least three other people, but hey - it should all work out now. yay for that)
#been feeling anxious af ever since bc it's the first time I've been this firm in a reply and idk how they'll take it#there's underlying issues in inter-departmental communication that need fixing that cause these issues to happen again and again#but my boss is on parental leave and his substitute is sick not that she cares or is up for doing her job where communication is concerned#so there's no real sense in addressing that rn esp by me who's only been there since June. but it does frustrate me a lot#anyway. I'm sure I'll get over this too. but yeah.. ppl not thinking things through for the two mins it takes to create an account#or the twenty seconds it takes to check if one already exists before creating a new one#or the minute it takes to check if folks still have an active contract past their time working in your department before deleting an accoun#just jfc. put in a smidge of effort and five mins total and save the rest of us from spending half a day to fix your mistake#oh well. if I get a pissy response I'll just blame it on being new as an intern and being too motivated and idealistic I guess#god forbid I expect people to do their jobs thoroughly or with at least a singular thought..#anyway. I feel like I'm allowed to be grumpy abt this since we are the folks who end up having to fix this shit#and by we I mean pretty much mostly me at this point bc one colleague is sick atm. my boss barely has time for this and is on leave#and my other colleague only works half time so I'm the one who's been handling most of these over the past month or so#which.. is still insane considering how I'm a goddamn intern who shouldn't even have admin rights tbh#but without them I couldn't do anything at all lol so here I am. nice that they trust and believe in me I suppose#that's why I try to do my best. (who am I kidding that's always the case anyway)#but yeah. definitely a 50% staff support job and only 50% of the other important things that need doing rn it's more like 90/10#and it's funny how I still dread my two hours of hotline. but every time the line is too busy I still jump in#we are also only 6 people atm out of 10 and three of us are still in training. and one of the trained folks had to come back in mid time of#next week we'll likely be 4#depending on if our substitute boss lady is back.. not that I'd look forward to it. she's a mess and she's been horrible to deal with latel#sure. she's stressed. but she's either snapping at me when I ask abt shit I can't know yet or she's ignoring me. great basis for team work.#so honestly I'd rather she not return on Monday. esp not if she's gonna spread her germs everywhere#but now sleep. sorry for the rant. it's certainly been quite the month since I returned from my own wisdom tooth rated sick leave..#gotta be up again in 6.5 hrs so I can be at work at 6 to let the electrician in. I'm gonna sleep so hard over the weekend I stg#a day in the life of..
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daisuke being self-effacing while dark is lucifer coded and likewise exemplifies pride as his greatest sin (and virtue) đ
#i just think it's neat#when i talk about dark or daisuke's independence i don't mean them being -alone- either. i mean them being able to#make firm. confident choices and decisions for themselves w/o being swayed by outside influence. being able to step forward#without collapsing in the face of grief or setbacks. dark n daisuke can both be very strong when it comes to that sort of thing#while still trying to pull up. support. if not collect others#it's fun how dnangel reverses things. there's no 'hell' that dark drags people into even if he's meant to be a lucifer figure#yes his birth caused an art-apocalypse and yes his betrayal created havoc for the per-ordained 'order' of the hikari/their creators#but dark himself is still ultimately a protectorate figure. he collects what the hikari otherwise destroy and dispose of#for dark things like rejection and rebellion become virtues for as long as he rejects what legitimately#isn't right and causes other people or himself senseless pain#it rlly pushes up the 'noble' part of his character#its Neat!!!#dark can be callous he can be selfish he can be immensely arrogant thanks to his pride#but at the same time it's the same quality that others find solace and security in- like daisuke#*シďžâ° đđđ đđ
đđđđđ. ⹠⌠⺠OUT.
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are we okay to talk about the v d a y vid now and how sad it is that the very platform they built their careers and lives on was the platform that essentially outed them in such a traumatic way. obviously the youtube glitch was just an accident but can you even believe the cosmic irony of it all
#the amount of contempt i have for whoever saved that vid and released it in 2012 is unreal#like when you think about it they had an entire year of believing the video was deleted#only for it to come back again but now they had so so so many more eyes watching them than before#it makes me sick to my stomach genuinelyyy#i got outed at school and to my brother and almost to my parents#and just thinking about it happening on a larger scale makes me want to kill myself fr#this is why i was such a firm believer in leaving them the fuck alone even when i was a teen#i never got into the shipping thing bc it was so obvious what kind of effect it was having#and knowing in hindsight that they were both in the closet makes it worse#like the community you're supposed to be supported by was the one making your life a living hell#and on top of that they had to deal with accusations of queerbaiting ?? what a strange dichotomy that was#MAYBE I'M BEING TOO DRAMATIC AND PARASOCIAL HERE FKSJFKS#i just can't help but put myself in their shoes and be like holy fuck. i could not have survived that.#this is my roman empire
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#laying here thinking about how 5 minutes before i called my dad yesterday to come out to him and talk gender#instagram glitched and in the little chat bubbles it showed me my dead mentor/friend was online.#it was the most worldstopping blood chilling glitch#she's been dead since 2016#she died before this feature even EXISTED#and yet. there she was. i watched her face pop up with that little green dot. i took a screenshot. and then after the longest two minutes#or so of my life. she vanished.#when i first sent the screenshot to tori i was so upset. being reminded of her and the loss of it all always makes me so sad#but then. as i was typing out my message i thought about how she was older. she was an adult but we were friends because she was my manager#at my HS retail job and she took a liking to me. we became incredibly close. she would always schedule me on her days & i even hung out wit#her and sometimes her young daughter outside of work. going to concerts and pool parties and the like.#but most importantly. she was the first ADULT in my life that clocked me as queer and was OKAY with that. that was supportive even.#she wanted me to be Myself and to be Loved for that. she flew out to SF for pride the first year i knew her [id only known her a few weeks#at this point as well] and when she came back she brought me a variety of rainbow-colored pride bracelets and a necklace and a shirt#she wanted me to have them since i didnt have anything like that yet. as my mom would never have allowed it#and i kept them hidden away and wore them to work and just.......felt so LOVED by her and she really helped me come into my identity when i#felt i couldnt at home. and......i am a FIRM non believer in ghosts or the afterlife or anything like that for the most part#but MAN if it didnt suddenly hit me all at once that like......#it almost felt like she could feel my heart beating out of my chest#scared to have this talk with my dad about my gender#and she reached out from beyond the grave to squeeze my hand and tell me it was gonna be ok.....#sure. it was probably just some weird glitch. but what a STRANGE glitch to happen#and what incredibly wild timing. both for When it Happened and also that i Saw It for the brief moment it was there.....#anyway. thats been on my mind for two full days now.#if it was you Jeni.........thanks. it went well. you were right#and.....i miss you.
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(this is petty and unreasonable of me but also itâs real feelings so whatever) gosh I just love the cycle of antisemitic thing happens âĄď¸ all my goy friends put one (1) thing on their Instagram story about and donât mention it ever again or ask me if Iâm okay âĄď¸ the post they shared is from some Zionist org that thinks Palestinians donât have the right to organize and advocate for themselves and call out Israel etc etc or whatever âĄď¸ I get angry but donât say anything because Iâm always the angry anti-Zionist and also the angry Jew and I donât want them to feel like theyâre never going to be good enough for me âĄď¸ repeat
#mercy.txt#itâs like I donât know how to approach anyone about this#Iâm too nice and they donât listen or take it seriously#or Iâm too mean (translation: Iâm firm and honest) and it feels like they resent me for scolding them#meanwhile I see all these mediocre takes about Zionism every day and it annoys me#as Jews we do not get to absolve ourselves from our involvement with Zionism just because itâs uncomfortable#like. itâs not up to you to finish the job but neither are you free to withdraw from it. you get what I mean?#this isnât fully our mess but that doesnât mean we get to ignore it & never talk about it#I know so many Jews who say they agree with me but wonât actually stand up and say that Loudly.#I know that conflating Judaism with Zionism is a massive problem but itâs like this:#Judaism â Zionism but as Jews weâre still obligated to call out injustice when we see it#especially when itâs happening in a place thatâs meaningful to us & being done by other Jews#like ×× ×Ş×˘××× ×˘× ×× ×¨×˘××#yes itâs inappropriate for people to bring up Israel the second we try to have a conversation about antisemitism#but the solution isnât to say that we should never have to acknowledge Israel#(all while passively and quietly supporting Israel by not saying anything)#my main takeaway is that you can stand up against antisemitism and Zionism & itâs irresponsible not to#like it doesnât even have to be an online thing I just want to see other Jews agreeing with me openly#Iâve had a grand total of one (1) Jew stand up with me in a meaningful way#and that was just a conversation outside of synagogue on Rosh Hashanah! it wasnât hard!#anyways Iâll shut up now
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Intimacy records
synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?
pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader
tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie
word count: 4.3k+ words
Aventurine
Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesnât matter if itâs a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, itâs his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so itâs really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.
Maybe itâs a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Whoâll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.
âI hope you are ready to lose,â your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then itâs firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitchesâŚ. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesnât take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesnât listen, taking his reward for yet another win.
Yeah, he proved you canât keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. Itâs truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didnât get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all⌠Looks like you are in for another bet.
Blade
His situation is⌠quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesnât change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction.Â
However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then sheâd start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie sheâs oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesnât tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.
Oh, and by checking the chat⌠She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).
Blade doesnât voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesnât complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike⌠There are times when he would text you with a simple âsend me pictures with torn stockingsâ or âyesterday. open nipples bra. nowâ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them.Â
Has his favorites:
Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.
Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.
A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.
Even though he doesnât save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafkaâs plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).
Boothill
A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life⌠How can this be possible?Â
Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.
But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, itâs not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.
The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phoneâs camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. âPlease, put your mouth on me.â He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.
Itâs captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. Thatâs one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned toâŚ
Dr Veritas Ratio
Unsurprisingly, Veritasâ phone doesnât contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesnât have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Donât be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after âborrowingâ his phone and ones he doesnât have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.
And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However⌠There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his researchâŚ
âOh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*â
âWait- Aaah! I canât! Iâm sore! MmmmMMM!â âNo, you can and you will. Now hold still, I canât eat you out if you keep thrashing around.â âOh Aeons!â
*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*
âBaaaby⌠I miss you so much⌠Can I come to your office? I promise to be good⌠Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working⌠Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.â
âOh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, IâmcumMIN-â âNgh, s-soâŚtightâŚâ âAaaaaaah~!â
âVeritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though⌠I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.â
It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.
Gallagher
Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Wouldâve been strange if they werenât there.
However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video thatâs most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours⌠He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...
Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagherâs wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the manâs hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted âslutâs and huskily chuckled âbad girlâs with your pleading âsirâs and âGalâs, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest anglesâŚ
Of course this footage was âconfiscatedâ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, heâd love to bend you over the counter with your back facing himâŚ
Gepard Landau
Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you.Â
This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.
You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).
No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send himâŚ
At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didnât look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater⌠You are not taking it off.
The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.
Jing Yuan
This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But donât be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.
Man is obsessed with your chest. Itâs his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).
Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.
But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.
Your body is steadily bouncing on your husbandâs lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.
Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only⌠Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.
Loucha
As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he canât take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, itâs getting hard.
Thatâs when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns toâŚ
Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldnât know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.
Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.
Sampo Koski
Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, heâd suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and itâs not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption âletâs try it?â and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.
However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and itâs not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koskiâs favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, itâs as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe heâs found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, heâd never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).
You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip.Â
âSampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.â
âWe are sexy! Whatâs not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!â
âYou are unbelievable,â you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.
âMmm, yes, right there~ Oooh⌠If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream Iâd be as good in bed as I am in reality.â
Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.
âCome ooooon, I was so close!â
âShu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,â you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.
And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didnât stop there. Thatâs what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, itâs never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything itâs something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.
Sunday
Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sundayâs position. Thatâs why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.
But itâs his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesnât mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which heâd like to see on you tonight.Â
There are videos too, especially when heâs been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likesâŚ
Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband canât be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you donât stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. Itâs squelching, itâs so dirty, but itâs so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing itâs his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.
Yes, itâs his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he canât deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.
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I fucking hate him
A/n: One of the dialogues is lightly taken from "God of Ruin" by Rina Kentaken (plz check it out) Enjoy!!
Word count: 3.5k
Synopsis: You detest Yuji's uncle, Sukuna. His demeanor is rude and abrasive, and he is undoubtedly a sadist. You don't even try to hide your disdain, but the more you try to distance yourself from him, the stronger his opposition grows. Each attempt to push him away only seems to draw him in closer, closer, ever so close.
"You're fucking insufferable," you spat, your eyes narrowing with hatred. "You're pretentious," Sukuna shot back, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his mouth." No, you're a narcissist," you hiss" Yeah, but I turn you on," he purrs
Warning: Hate sex, rough sex, biting, fingering, edging, cowgirl, size kink, breeding, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, breeding
You remember the day you met Sukuna for the first time like it was yesterday.
It was during the somber occasion of Wasuke Itadori's funeralâYuji's beloved grandfather. The day was draped in a heavy sorrow; after the ceremony and the lowering of the casket, you followed the Itadori family back to their home. Being practically family yourself, and living just next door, it felt natural to join them and if not grieve, support the grieving family alongside them. While everyone gathered in the garden, sharing hushed memories and quiet support, you slipped inside the house to charge your phone.
As you stepped into the room, the air felt suddenly charged, like the prelude to a storm. There in the living room, was a man, a large man, lounging on one of the sofas dressed in a black suit and tie. The first thing you notice is his striking pink hair contrasting sharply with the dark, intricate tattoos that crawl up his neck and frame his face. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, fix on you the moment you enter, and his smirk is like a crack in a mask of indifference.
"You must be the famous dear friend of the family, Y/n right?" he drawls, his voice as smooth as silk and just as dangerous. "Heard a lot about you. All good things, I promise." His voice drips with sarcasm making you thickly gulp.
You hesitate by the doorway, your initial smile freezing on your lips. This was the Sukuna Ryomen? The man you'd heard only in hushed conversations between Jin and Choso, the man Yuji calls his uncle? You try to muster your composure, crossing the room to stand at a respectable distance.
"I wish I could say the same," you reply, aiming for polite but firm. Your voice wavers just slightly.
Sukuna chuckles, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest. "Oh, come now. No need for such defenses. I'm not the monster they painted in their tales. Or perhaps I am, and that's what intrigues you? What do you think so far" he bends forward. "Am I intriguing?"
You bristle at his words, the arrogance dripping from each syllable like poison. "I-I dont know about that." You curse yourself at the way your voice comes out as a stutter. "I'm here out of respect for your family."
"Respect," he repeats, tasting the word as if it's something exotic. "Funny, I never put much stock in that. The old man sure tried to teach me, shame he is gone. But perhaps you'll teach me its value?"
What the hell does he mean by that?
He stands suddenly, closing the distance between you with a few measured steps. You canât help but step back, your back hitting the wall. His presence is overwhelming, suffocating.
"Why so tense?" Sukuna teases, leaning close, his breath ghosting over your cheek. "I'm just trying to get to know you better. After all, anyone who loves my family must have some redeeming qualities, hidden though they may be. Although," he tilts his head, as if analyzing you. "I wouldn't be surprised if they just kept you around cause you're a pretty thing to look at."
You feel a flush of anger and embarrassment heating your cheeks. "I think you've gotten to know enough for one day," you snap, ducking under his arm and striding toward the door. His laughter follows you, low and mocking.
"Oh, don't be like that!" he calls out. "We're just getting started!"
It only took a minute. One minute for you to decide that you hated Sukuna with a fucking passion.
Unfortunately, the fact that Sukuna had just gotten out of jail, did nothing to hamper your hatred. It seemed like ever since he got out, he was not only determined to stick to the family, but to you, like glue.
The Friday night dinners with the Itadori family, once cherished and loved, had practically turned into a battleground. What used to be a warm gathering was now filled with endless teasing and arrogant attempts at flirting. You were even hesitant to stay over now, as you were never to sure when youâd turn a corner and there Sukuna would be with some sleazy remark about your pajamas.
You tried talking to the Itadori family about it, tried complaining to Jin and raise your concerns. And as receptive and understanding as they were, you knew that for them, blood was thicker than anything, and in some part, you knew that applied to you too.
Still, you persisted, even now as you sat at another Friday dinner you were determined to just enjoy yourself with the family you loved so much.
Key word, tried.
"Well, Jin, I must say, this food is... quaint.â He says through a chuckle and you have to bite the inside of your cheek from throwing a fork at him right there and then. âDid you burn it on purpose, or was that just a happy accident?"
"Dude," You breathe a sigh of relief when Choso speaks up, his voice calm but firm. "Can you go one day without being a jerk?" His eyes are fixed on Sukuna, echoing the frustration you both share about his behavior. This solidarity is one of the reasons why you feel closest to Choso in the family. His understanding and shared grievances with the insufferable man were one of the reasons why you two were best friends.
"Please, I bet this food beats anything you had in prison." You whisper under your breath, but audibly enough that others catch it when you hear Choso breathe through his nose in a laugh-like snort.
Sukuna sets down his silverware and leans forward with a grin, his eyebrows raised in amusement as he gazes across the table at you. "Oh, someone's got a sharp tongue," he remarks. "Careful, angel, you might cut yourself."
You roll your eyes and sharply cross your arms. "Funny, coming from someone who probably had to beg for scraps behind bars. Do you even know what real food tastes like?"
You donât miss the way Yuji chokes on his pasta, stifling back laughter making you smile.
Sukuna's lips curve into a sly smirk as he locks eyes with you. "Oh trust me, I've tasted a lot of things. But I guess you wouldn't understand, being so... sheltered."
Unfazed, you shoot back with a dismissive wave of your hand, "Sheltered? Please. At least I donât need to rely on prison slop to remind me of home."
This time, Sukuna's response is a silent, piercing stare that makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Even though you were wearing a sweater and shorts, his gaze made you feel like you were naked.
From the corner, Jin clears his throat, chuckling nervously. "Um, maybe we should all just calm down a bitâ"
You cut him off, your voice firm as you defend the meal laid out before you. âNo way, not when he disrespects your food, which is great, may I add.â
"Oh, I love it when you get all fired up." Sukuna's eyes glint with mischief as he watches your rising frustration. "It's adorable."
Feeling the heat rush to your cheeks, you stand up abruptly, pushing your chair back with a scrape. "Excuse me, I think I'm full," you declare crisply, gathering your dishes with a clatter and storming off to the kitchen to dump them in the sink. Without a backward glance, you stride toward the living room, your footsteps echoing your irritation.
"Come on, why do you always gotta be such an ass, Uncle?" Yuji mumbles, shooting a glare at Sukuna who only responds with a shrug.
As you sank into the couch cushions, you let out a deep sigh of relief, your body sinking into the familiar comfort of your favorite spot. You turned on the TV, dazedly watching whatever was on, trying to distract yourself from the day's tensions. Of course, thoughts of Sukuna kept creeping into your mind. What was his problem with you? Did the man get dropped on the head as a baby? How and the hell were he and Jin brothers?? Surely he was the result of some fucked up science experiment.
Engulfed in your thoughts, the passage of time slipped unnoticed until a shift in the couch's cushion snapped you back to reality. You turned, and -
Oh what the fuck.
Sukuna settled next to you, leaning on the armrest of the other side of the couch, a tattooed hand settled on his thigh, He had changed into a white tank top and sweatpants, and you feel your heart jump when your eyes unconsciously travel to between his leg where a slight budge pressed against the fabric. Shit. The tips of your ears turned red and you bit the inside of your cheek. That's another thing you loathed about Sukuna; how the scent of his old spice shampoo made you dizzy, how the way he towered over you made your breathing stop, how despite how fucking insufferable he was, he was so so so attractive.
"What the hell are you doing here?" you choked out, your tone edged with disbelief and irritation.
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "What does it look like? Watching TV," he replied coolly, his eyes briefly scanning the screen before settling back on you. "Everyone's gone to sleep, you know."
"No, what are you doing sitting next to me?" you hissed, the proximity suddenly feeling far too close despite the physical distance. Your eyes narrowed, locking onto his vermillion eyes.
"Why you afraid I'll bite?" He says, gnashing his teeth together in a teasing display before moving closer to you. "Don't worry, I only bite when I'm asked."
"S-stop talking to me like that," you say, trying to shuffle back, but find yourself already trapped against the armrest.
"Like what?" Sukuna's voice is teasing, almost playful.
"Like I'm your toy."
He tilts his head slightly and leans forward, a smirk playing at his lips. "More like my doll."
"More like your grim reaper. I'll slice your throat if you touch me," you retort sharply, the tension between you crackling. You watch the way his eyes rake over you like a porn magazine, making you cross your arms as if to shield yourself.
He laughs, a sound rich with amusement. "You're such a menace. I want to gobble you up."
As he inches closer, the scent of his shampoo fills the airâa fragrance so intoxicating you want to bury your nose in it, yet you resist. "I'll give you indigestion, asshole," you snap, trying to maintain your composure.
"Worth it, muse," he counters smoothly, his eyes locking onto yours.
"Sure you're going to be thinking about that when I punch you in the face?"
"Oh, and make me bleed? Blood?" He licks his lips. "Yum." He feigns shock, leaning even closer. "You just keep ticking all my boxes today. Did you do your research on me?"
"Not even if you were the last man alive," you choke out, his proximity overwhelming, his face just inches from yours now. A slight move, and your noses would brush against each other.
"Last man to everyone else? No. To you? Highly likely." His whisper is a taunt, his breath a warm tease against your skin.
That's it.
As you attempt to rise from the couch, Sukuna's large hand swiftly lands on your thigh, pressing just firmly enough to guide you back down onto the cushion. You react instinctively, trying to swat his hand away, but he's quicker; he catches both of your wrists in his grasp, holding them gently yet with an unyielding firmness.
"What the hell are you doing?" you demand, your voice sharp with alarm and a flare of anger, your eyes locked intensely on his, searching for an explanation in his steady gaze.
"Jesus christ Y/n" Sukuna groans, rolling his eyes, "How long are we going to keep this thing of ours going?"
You furrowed your eyebrows. âOur thing? What thing?â
âThe thing where we act like we hate each other but actually want to fuck the brains out of each other.â He chuckles.
Your eyes widen and you feel your face grow deathly hot. You try to step back, and get some space, some room to breathe, but the hand on your wrist keeps you from doing so.
âI-fuck youâ The words come out of your mouth more soft and meager than you intended to, and you find yourself locked into his blue gaze.
âBelieve me, I've thought about it.â His voice is low, and his face isn't painted with a shit-eating grin like it so usually is, he's serious and stern. You stay silent as you watch him examine your face. He leans in, close enough to kiss you, raises his right hand and runs his finger tips down your face.
"Will you bite my tongue if I kiss you?"
"Maybe"
Sukuna's mouth crashes onto yours, hard, angry, and demanding. He doesn't even give you a chance to resist, not even a breath. His lips are fierce against yours, stealing every breath you try to take. Your hands instinctively move to push him away, but instead, you find yourself gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.
You meet his aggression with equal force, your lips moving furiously against his. His hands cup your face roughly, holding you in place as his tongue demands entry. You respond with a whine, opening up to him, your tongues tangling in a heated dance.
Every kiss is a challenge, every touch a dare. You bite his lower lip, drawing a groan from him that vibrates through you. His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless, hot, and angry.
Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging sharply as if to remind him you won't be dominated easily. He retaliates by pressing you harder against the cushions, so you have no choice but to melt into him.
In one swift motion, Sukuna pulls back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing muscles lined with black tattoos beneath. Before you can even take a breath, heâs back, his mouth claiming yours with renewed fervor. His hands move to your shirt, fingers pulling at the fabric of your sweater. You break the kiss for a mere second as he tugs your shirt off, then he dives back in, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that makes your head spin.
His hands roam over your newly exposed skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your breath hitches as his fingers find the waistband of your pants. He undoes them with a practiced ease, pushing them down and leaving you in just underwear and bra, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
"W-what do you think you're doing?" you stutter, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he replies, his voice low and filled with a wicked amusement.
He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I'm gonna fuck you." His hands slide over your hips, pulling your pants down completely, and you shiver at the sensation of his touch.
You whine when he places his knee between your legs which pushes against your clothed crotch. You involuntarily buck up your hips to try and gain more friction, making Sukuna chuckle; his shit eating grin widening.
âNeedy, arent you?â
Your instinct is to tell him to fuck off, but he is already hooking a finger under your pastel pink panties; pulling the material down to reveal your cunt. You mentally curse yourself at the fact that you're already wet, a fact that will sure to swell Sukuna's ego.
Your hands fly down to hide yourself but he swats them away, giving you a glare before sliding a finger up and down your wet slit; collecting the juices before pushing a digit into your tight hole.
"S-shit." your groan, and the moment you clench around him, a sickening grin spreads across his tattooed face.
"Always knew you where gonna feel great around me."
The first curl of his fingers knocks the wind out of you, as it hits the sweet spot inside of you that you could only dream to reach on your own.
âHah~ I cant-â You whimper, stomach clenching and legs trembling from the pleasure. You want to say you hate this, tell him to get off of you but you can't, you can't even think straight. You even push your hips out, angling them so his digits reach deeper into that sweet spot that sends tendrils of electricity through your body. But before you can fully bask in the pleasure, before you can taste your orgasm on your tongue, he pulls his fingers out.
"You think I'm gonna let you cum so early? After all the shit you have pulled?" His hand flies to your throat wrapping around it with a force that belies the strength behind it. Your breath hitches, a strange mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through your veins. His touch is firm, and commanding, but thereâs an undeniable pleasure in the way his fingers tighten slightly, reminding you of the power he holds.
"Nah no way." Sukuna chuckles "Your just gonna have to suck it up."
You try to speak, but his grip tightens just enough to cut off your words, leaving you gasping. The pressure on your throat is intoxicating, a strange pleasure mingling with the discomfort. You can feel your pulse throbbing under his hand. You are so dazed that you donât even notice he has pulled out his dick until you feel something big pressing against your entrance, making you look down and your eyes widen as you do so.
Youâre about to open your mouth to say something, what, you do not know, but all of a sudden Sukuna pushes his dick into you until his hips are flushed against yours. It feels like you're being split in two, and the way his tip smushes against your cervix makes you unable to find your breath. The unfamiliar feeling has you squirming and clenching around his cock; body desperately trying to push out the foreign intrusion. Â
âShit you gotta loosen up doll, cant fuck you like this.â There were veins popping on his temple as he started to rub tight circles on your clit. Bolts of pleasure shoot up your body, and you desperately try to relax your body.
âAtta girlâ He coos, withdrawing his hips before slamming into your.
The first thrust completely knocks the wind out of you. The collision with your gspot has you arching your back of the couch; eyes screwed shut and letting out a loud moan. He's girth spread you so well, so much, and the friction was so delicious, tears blotted your eyesight. Your skin is buzzing, and your entire lower half is shaking from the pleasure. Sukuna's pace is brutal, unforgiving, and he has to grab the arm rest above you with one arm to help his brutal and unforgiving pace into you.
Your mind grows hazy, lost in the sensation of how good he was fucking you, but then, without explanation, a spark of defiance ignites within you. Suddenly, you find the strength to flip him over, his dick not leaving the warmth of your cunt once and so you were effectively laying on top of him, your legs on either side of his body. With your chest flushed against his, and your ass perked up in the air, you begin to fuck yourself on his dick, raising your hips up and down his length as if he was a dildo.
"Oh thats it." Sukuna is not a whining man but here he is, his voice cracking from the feeling and sight of you riding him. "Fuck yourself on me shit shit shit."
You are practically drooling on his chest, your eyes rolling back from how good he felt against your G spot.
You let a whine when you feel yourself start to get tired so Sukuna grabs your hips and starts fucking you on his length.
Fap.Fap.Fap
"Gonna cum in you baby ok?" He murmurs into your ear and you dazedly nod.
Suddenly you feel your stomach dip and your mind go blank. Your mind feels as though itâs been dipped in pure euphoria, thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind, replaced by an overwhelming wave of bliss that drowns out everything else. Your body responds in kind, muscles tensing and releasing in perfect harmony with the pleasure coursing through you. Itâs as if every cell is vibrating with delight, your skin tingling with a heightened sensitivity that makes even the slightest touch feel like a divine caress. The heat of the sensation is intoxicating, making your limbs feel weightless as if youâre floating on a cloud of pure, unadulterated joy.
Sukuna is quick to follow, shooting ropes of thick cum that glide down his shaft onto his balls.
"See? We are practically made for each other."
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just imagine taunting touya or katsuki while having sex⌠asking if he can handle you⌠telling him he canât make you cum
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friend, this isâŚ. diabolical. I LOVE IT. [and thank you.] /á . .á\ŕ¸
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This is something I can see very clearly happening when you first start having sex with Katsuki.
Itâs the third or fourth time. The burn in your thighs worsens the longer you bounce on Katsukiâs cock, and sweat beads in the valley between your tits, trailing down your sternum.
Surprisingly enough, it didnât become like pulling teeth to convince him to hand over the reigns.
Now, you brace your hands on his firm, flushed chest, supporting your weight, and roll your hips back and forth in his lap. The tip of his cock presses firmly against your g-spot, and youâre rewarded with hot sparks of pleasure bursting in your pelvis with each slow circle of your hips.
Katsukiâs fingers dig desperately into your waist, nails pinching your skin, and his breath catches when your pussy squeezes him. His lids flutter briefly and a low moan spills from his lips.
You grind slowly, studying the open and fucked out expression on his face. Then you grin.
âYou sure you can handle me Katsuki?â You tease, a sweet heat curling up your spine when you deliberately push your hips back even harder.
Katsuki scowls, the pink blush on his cheeks turning scarlet. âFuck you. I can handle you just fine.â He jerks his hips upwards to emphasize his point, cock sinking in even further.
Your small, delighted gasp dances in the air, pussy clenching on its own accord. âPretty sure Iâm fucking you. You already look like youâre about to cum. What, a big bad hero like you not gonna be able to make me cum this time?â With a smug smile you lean in close, nails biting into his pecs as you whisper. âI thought you were supposed to be number one at everything, Dynamight.â
Katsukiâs eyebrow twitches, jaw clenching tight as he grinds his teeth to dust.
âYou think I canât make that fuckinâ pussy cum, princess?â He asks hotly, grabbing a handful of your ass. The sharp sting of pain makes your pulse thunder in anticipation, the heat in your belly rising a few notches. âYouâre gonna scream my name. Better yet, Iâll make you cry out for âDynamightâ, but he wonât save you.â A wolfish grin curls the corners of his mouth.
Your lips part in surprise as he shoves you off his lap, soft blankets cushioning your fall. He manhandles you like a rag doll onto your belly, yanking your hips into the air, looming over your back to shove your face into the sheets with hand to the base of your skull.
âKatsuki!â Your cry gets muffled by the sheets, a calloused palm raining down on your ass so harshly youâre certain his handprint will remain as evidence. He laughs meanly, readjusting his hips and pushes the slick tip of his cock to your pussy.
He clicks his tongue behind teeth in disapproval. âThatâs not the right name, princess.â His voice is strained as he slides back inside you, bottoming out with a harsh smack of his hips against your ass. He plants one hand by your head and tangles his fingers through your hair with the other, yanking your head off the mattress. âGo on, cry out for Dynamight,â he murmurs in your ear, warm breath tickling your skin.
Katsuki draws his hips back, cock slipping out halfway, before brutally snapping them forward and filling you entirely.
âDynamight!â You wail, the next breath becoming a choked off gasp.
His chest rumbles with a moan. âThatâs what I was lookinâ for, such a good girl.â
By the end of it, youâre a jelly limbed pile of mush in his bed, voice scratchy from overuse. Youâre never going to let him live down the fact thatâs itâs so damn easy to get under his skin.
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Pushing your boyfriend to his limit usually results in being burned.
Itâs not a secret that Touya is terrible at keeping his cool, hotheaded temper rising to the surface whenever you take it a step too far. But, to you, the ends justify the means. Especially when it comes to sex.
âHell yes, fuck yourself back on my cock just like that baby. So goddamn hot,â Touya says through his teeth, one scarred hand resting on your tailbone to guide your movement. Your fingers fist the pillow supporting your head, cheeks blistering with heat as you work his cock in and out of your pussy. The hot, slick friction is amazing, but not enough.
You pant softly, frustration welling in your belly. âYeah? Itâd be even hotter if you put in any effort to make me cum,â you say with bite. Touya stiffens behind you, fingers suddenly grasping your hips with intent to bruise. He yanks you backwards, forcing a yelp out of you when the tip of his cock is shoved up against your cervix. You squirm with discomfort, but you canât move an inch.
âThe fuck did you just say?â His voice is coated in ice.
Yet, you keep digging your own grave. âYou heard me.â You glare at him over your shoulder before turning back. ��Seems like you canât handle me,â you say arrogantly, resting your flushed cheek on the cool fabric of your pillow.
For a second, you think you may have stunned him. Then, the skin on your hips seems to start sizzling under his palms. Itâs bright and searing, stealing your breath for a moment, and then youâre flipped onto your back within the next second.
Touya bullies his cock back inside you without another word, hand molding to the bottom of your jaw to keep your mouth shut. The look in his eyes is wild, a cruel grin on his lips when he leans in close until heâs a centimeter away from you. Your pulse thunders, kickstarting a rush of adrenaline.
âI donât know who the fuck you think you are talking to me like that, sweetheart. But youâre lucky as hell I want to be inside your tight little pussy so badly.â He starts to shallowly rock his hips. âOtherwise Iâd leave you alone and go jerk myself off.â
Your eyes dart across Touyaâs face, his blue eyes bright with something like mania. Sick satisfaction curls in your chest, and you manage to keep yourself from smiling. Heâs playing right into your hands, just like every other time.
Touya releases your jaw, hooking his hands under the backs of your knees and pushes until they sink into the mattress, folding you like a blanket. The angle makes it feel like his cockâs inside your stomach and you gasp, clutching at scarred wrists.
âRight there Touya, please!â You plead, back arching when he rewards you with a heavy thrust. Touya rolls his eyes, but he bends to your whim and picks up his pace. He smirks like heâs the one in control, lids lowering as his gaze stays glued to where he disappears inside you.
âMy little whore,â he coos. âYouâre not gettinâ any relief until you fuckinâ squirt for me, do you understand?â Thereâs no room for argument in his voice, and you nod, goosebumps littering your arms.
Youâll taunt him again and again and fucking again, if only to drive him up the wall and coax him into rearranging your guts.
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content includes: female reader, drunk reader + mentions of alcohol, modern + non curse au sukuna, established relationship, unnamed friends, reader makes one (1) dick sucking joke, reader dips fries into shakes because sheâs elite like that, he carries reader
Itâs half past midnight when he comes to pick you up. Your face sours as soon as you see him, taking an instinctive step back.
âNuh uh,â you say, wagging a finger back and forth in his face as he scowls. âItâs girlâs night. No men allowedâweâve been over this!â
âAs if I wanna join your stupid girlâs night,â he scoffs. Sukuna is tired. (Of you). Itâs too late at night to be worrying about what ditch youâre going to end yourself up in after lord knows how many drinks, so regrettably, he takes matters into his own hands.
Itâs a good thing he does, too, he thinks with a flare of his nostril as he eyes the drunk, mess of a woman thatâs supposed to be your ride home. Designated driver my ass, he all but grumbles under his breath.
âHeyââ he looks over to the side with an irritated flick of his eyes as a hand smacks his shoulder. Your friend (in not better condition than you) levels him with a snarky look before she hisses, âYou heard her! Itâs girlâs night. Go away.â
Sukuna ignores herâbecause, well, thatâs what he always does anyway. She talks far too much to be considered a normal amount, and he doesnât like the shrill sound of her voice. Instead, he turns to you, gives you a firm, scolding look before he grunts, âWe are going home. Now.â
You seem to catch onto the stern tone of his voice because within seconds, youâre slumping against him as you whine, âFine,â with a pout. âMean.â
âYeah?â He snorts, âYou know whatâs meaner? Nasty men who find girls passed out in the middle of the streets. Now letâs go. Weâre going homeâall of you.â
A chorus of whines and petty insults makes him want to grab a drink himselfâbeing inebriated seems like the only way your friends are tolerable, but as annoying as they are, he refuses to leave them here wasted.
So he does the noble thing, and sacrifices his ear drums as they play whatever stupid pop song is trending on the radio at full volume down the streets, heads sticking out of the windows and screaming the lyrics out to innocent passerbyâs.
Sukuna is just a guy. Not the best, most chivalrous or charitable guy, maybeâbut just a guy, all the same. Heâs not done anything wrong to deserve this torture. Heâs been nothing but a kind (usually) boyfriend that loves you unconditionally (most of the time), supports you wholeheartedly (when it suits him), listens to your problems (if heâs in the mood), and makes you feel special (as long as it doesnât inconvenience him).
Still, heâs stuck basically being an uber driverâfor free, no lessâto your ungrateful, bratty, obnoxious friends that arenât pretty enough to enjoy your company in the first place. They donât even thank him when they get out as he drops them off one by one to their homes, opting to say goodbye to you as if youâre the one who pays for the gas in his car.
Finally, the last of your friends (who he likes to consider nuisances) leaves, freeing him of anymore radio pop songs and unnaturally loud giggles.
He grumbles as you ask, âCan we get milkshakes?â
âNo.â
âPlease?â You whine, âI want strawberry.â
âThatâs great,â he says sarcastically, âThe answerâs still no.â
âPlease, please, please, Kuna? Iâll suck your dick on the drive thereââ
âJesus, whatâs the matter with you?â He hisses, fighting back flushed cheeks as he glares at you once the car rolls to a stop at a red light.
Usually, heâs the one making such lewd comments and getting under your skinâbut lacking in sobriety is seriously forcing the two of you to switch roles. Heâs starting to wonder if maybe he should be nicer to youâyou deal with a lot. (Not that heâs mean. He considers himself a pretty generous boyfriend).
âIâll even pay,â you offer.
âYou didnât bring a wallet, so it looks like Iâll have to pay,â he says blandly.
You grin, giving him an innocent smile as you excitedly ask, âSo thatâs a yes?â
âAre you going to be quiet if I say yes?â He clicks his teeth in thinly-veiled irritation.
You grin, nodding enthusiastically.
Well, he thinks bitterly, so much for no more pit stops.
Itâs not long until heâs pulling into the drive-thru of the nearest fast food joint, rolling his window down to order your stupid, late night request.
âWeâll take one strawberry milkshake, please,â he says gruffly.
âAnything else?â Comes the tired reply of whoever is taking his order.
âNoââ
âAnd large fries, please!â You lean over him to shout out the window and make sure the poor worker hears you. Sukuna glares, (gently) pushing you back into your seat as he hisses, âPut your seatbelt on! And you asked for a milkshake, not a damn meal.â
âFries arenât a meal,â you huff, âAnd theyâre good dipped in the shake. You canât have one without the other.â
âNoââ
âIâll scream that Iâm being kidnapped,â you warn, âI want my fries.â
âFucking fine,â he throws his hands up, exasperatedly caving to your request because, yeah, having some drunk, half-conscious woman in his front seat screaming bloody murder about being abducted at two a.m. is not a good look to a stranger that doesnât know any better. âOne strawberry milkshake and large fucking fries and thatâs it,â he growls to the other person through the drive-thru speaker.
Itâs not the poor employeeâs fault, and he knows it, but heâs too tired and sleep-deprived to care about his snarky attitude.
âItâll be ready at the window,â the man speaks tiredly, completely unphased.
âYay!â You squeal.
Itâs a pretty bothersome task to have to stop the car five minutes after receiving the food just to open the lid of your cup for you so that you can dip your fries into your milkshake easier, but he figures itâs better than a tiring drive home. Or worse, a spill all over his car seats at your own attempt.
He glances over at you wearily as he finally (hopefully) starts to drive home, watching as you dip your french fries into your frozen drink and happily eat away. He crinkles his eyes at the combination.
Heâll never understand peopleâs unnatural obsession with pairing anything remotely salty and sweet together.
âMy friends think youâre weird,â you hum, taking a handful of fries to your mouth as you say between chewing, âThey say youâre intense. Like, scary intense. But I told them, thatâs just his face.â
Finally, a small smile cracks on his face, breaking through the grumpy, tired exterior. He snorts, shaking his head. âDrunk you has way too much to say.â
âDrunk me is honest,â you retort, clutching your fries to your chest as you huff, âNow Iâm not sharing my fries anymore.â
âYou werenât going to anyway,â he rolls his eyes.
Finally, his car pulls into a familiar parking spot, just outside of your shared home as he parks and turns to you. You giggle at him before humming, âHowâd you know?â
âBecause you never do,â he rolls his eyes.
âThatâs because this relationship is 50/50! You buy the food, and I eat it.â
âYeah?â He snorts, shaking his headâstill, thereâs something endearing about the way you clutch your fries close to your chest, as if guarding them with your life. He leans over, snatching one easily anyway, smirking in amusement when you gasp and pout at the gesture.
âHey! Thatâs mine!â
âYeah, whatever,â he grunts, fighting back a fond grin before he asks, âLetâs go. Weâre going in.â
With that, he comes around to your side of the car, pulling you out and hoisting you up to carry you bridal style as he marches over to the front door. Sighing happily, you admire his face as he walks.
âThanks,â you murmur.
He raises a brow, mildly shocked. âFor?â
âFor bringing me home. Same time next week?â
He chuckles, pressing a soft, affectionate kiss to your forehead. âAbsolutely not. No more girlâs nights with those shit shows.â
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Blocking out her name and picture to protect her from harassment, but this is a Palestinian journalist reporting out of Gaza who I've personally had contact with through Twitter.
Money and aid is not getting through. Crowdfunding is not helpful. Ordering things is not helpful. Buying keffiyehs that say the money goes to Gaza is not helpful.
Gaza is a concentration camp - nothing is getting in or out that Israel does not approve of and right now Israel wants people dead or dying.
Most of social media, and tumblr is no exception, skews toward "taking action" being things that put you at zero risk and only ask for money or bits of time, or sometimes just doing nothing and calling it a boycott. "Call your rep!" "Buy this thing!" "Share this link!"
The reality is that you get out what you put in and if it was easy and low risk and comfortable for you to do it, then that is the level of impact it is having - low, comfortable to ignore, and flimsy.
Palestine, Gaza and increasingly the West Bank, NEEDS real help and the reality is we do not have the power as individuals to give it.
We DO have the power to band together and influence things collectively and the best way to do that is to loudly unequivocally express our anger and clarity of purpose.
So that does mean calling reps and being polite and firm and brief and giving your real address because otherwise they can't confirm you're a constituent and they'll ignore you. "Hello, my name is ______ and I am calling as a constituent to demand representative/senator _______ support aid to Gaza and to call for an end to support for all support to Israel."
It is important that your support for Gaza include opposition to Israel - there is no supporting Gaza while supporting Israel, it genuinely is one or the other.
Tear down pro-Israel posters. Tear down those fake kidnapped propaganda posters. Show up to rallies and marches where you can and if you can't, find out who's organizing them and get in touch to offer your support and help. Talk to family and friends. LEARN! Read up on these things and teach yourself history so you can better advocate and push back on propaganda.
Be willing to have people not like you. Losing friends over this is, and I don't mean to be cold here, nothing. It doesn't matter. Fuck em. If advocating against genocide costs you friendships and gets people calling you antisemitic, fuck em, good riddance. Privately process the loss of those relationships if they really matter to you, but publicly don't give it air because this is not a time to be focused on the feelings of people who cannot bring themselves to oppose ethnic cleansing.
The culture is shifting, support for Palestine is growing and it NEEDS to continue and we have the power to make sure it does.
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Hey I liked your writing on reader having to get in between Wolverine and Deadpool all the time đ it made me think what it would be like if they were crushing on you and there is a rivalry between them. If you could write what theyâd do to win your favor or what shenanigans that would come with it đ subtle or not
These two werenât fond of sharing.
So when the other finds that they have similar feelings towards you, the outcome is never good.
Theyâre childish in a way where if either Logan or Wade was coincidentally standing too close to you, the other was bound to notice and make a scene out of it, all the while you wished you were anywhere else in that moment.
The pair couldnât get along even if they bothered to try as sooner or later theyâd end up stabbing each other just because the other one was breathing too loudly or just merely existing.
And yet their feelings towards you ends up causing Logan and Wade to butt heads more often, especially if you were constantly teaming up together, with you often being their meditator in all their conflicts.
Wade was more vocal and borderline flirty when it came to interacting with you, he would crack jokes, boop you on the nose or even playfully smack you on the ass just to hear your yelp in surprise and become all flustered.
âPlush ass youâve got there, babe! wouldnât mind laying my head on it sometime and use it as a beautiful fluffy pillow.â - Wade, skipping away.
Wade could be quite clingy at times so there would be moments where you can barely escape the guy as he hanging on your side like a koala bear.
You: Wade can you let go.
Wade: and let go of my emotional support person? *gasp* Do you want me to die?
You: well considering how fast you regenerate, you technically canât die-
Wade: do you hate me? Do you think Iâm clingy?
You: no- well yes but-
Wade: you hate me!
Wade can be dramatic and the only way to shut him up is to just let him be in close proximity of you and allow him to talk your ear off about how good a dog parents youâd be to Dogpool.
Dogpool is your weakness, you could never say no to Dogpool and Wade knows this like the back of his hand and will use this as leverage over wolverine.
After all Itâs not like he has a version of himself that was an actual wolverine or maybe even a honey badger in yellow spandex. So Wade counts this as a win on his end.
Logan on the other hand would be more subtle with his approach, even though to Wade, Loganâs subtly was as an dopey cow standing in a field of grass with how the scruffier man tended to keep by your side protectively; so much so that he might as well start growling at every person who ever laid eyes on you in general.
Heâs a guard dog of a man in every sense of the word but how that came to be was from a whole lot of trauma and loosing people heâs ever cared about, so needless to say he wonât act like heâs interested in you at first, his heart had been wounded about as much as his body has and even had the mental scars to prove it.
Heâs lived a long life of pain, fighting, suffering and heartache. Heâs not going to falter so easily until you did something that made him feel safe enough to fall for you.
Once he has however it was impossible to go about the mission without him always wanting to stand guard by your side when he sees someone he doesnât fully trust, always using his body as a shield for your own as Logan knew he could handle much more punishment then you could. So heâd rather avoid you being grievously hurt by any means possible.
Heâd probably scold you if you ever were hurt as he was afraid that he might loose you, yet his hands were gentle but firm as they worked to patch your wound so itâd heal properly.
Wolverine: youâre an idiot you know.
You: wow I really feel the love over here.
Wolverine: *huffs* you expect me to kiss your ass when what you did was reckless and couldâve killed you? *his hands linger on your own even long after heâs done patching you up as though committing your warmth to memory*
Logan is a secret softy who wouldnât push you away if you were to ever fall asleep on him, heâd grumble but thatâs about it.
Heâd even toss you his jacket if you were to ever complain about being too cold or leave it somewhere for you to take yourself, again heâd act like he didnât want you to but he actually did with how he almost smiled upon seeing you looking comfortable in his jacket.
Logan is evidently more subtle about his crush on you then Wade is, or so heâd likes to think but Wade can messily tell heâs smitten when he sees how Loganâs eyes were quick to follow you in a crowded room with protectiveness and adoration.
Wade: aww has our dear friend taken the stick out of your ass and you fell in love?
Logan: *growls* fuck off Wade.
Wade: *holds his hands to his lips and gasps* oh my gosh! You have! Me too!
Logan: *looks at him* you what?!
Wade: yeah cats out of the bag, I like them too wolvie. youâre not the only one to find them cute, how close minded of you seriously.
They canât share to save their lives, Iâve mentioned this before but they genuinely canât even if they tried because one is them was bound to get jealous and try to take you away from the other.
Wade: do you really want to be near me grumpy all the time? Yawn fest much.
You: stop riling him up, youâre making Logan mad. Why are you like this?
Wade: maybe because you deserve to be in the company of someone who isnât still unhealthily hung up on his previous red headed lover.
Logan: you shut your fucking mouth.
Wade: see! Heâs not denying it!
You: Iâm going to go now. *leaves*
Logan: you should make full time fuck head your job.
Wade: and you should make full time teenage brooder in a full grown manâs body who still isnât over his first breakup yours.
The shenanigans that would occur between these two would be headache inducing to say the least.
The constant fights that would break out between them that youâd have to break up.
The bickering over who gets to act like a couple with you on missions. They might even play rock, paper, scissors multiple times behind your back.
Wade probably tried to trip Logan up in front of you once but it backfired when Logan made Wade trip up instead as he puts a hand on your lower back and guided you away from the poor Merc with a mouthful of dirt.
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