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I hate driving so much it scares me so much this is why it took me so long to learn how to drive I wanna cry and I'm not even in the vehicle yet
#venting#i haven't practiced driving in a while#so i know i need to do it#but im literally on the verge of tears right now waiting for my dad to get ready#i hate driving i wish i lived somewhere where i could just use public transport#or like i could just walk everywhere#also it doesnt help that my dad kinda sucks at making me feel calm when im on the verge of an anxiety attack#i just hate everything right now i want to cry#i might delete this later idk maybe when i get back from driving
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real talk if anyone on here ever wants to like... buy me a DVD i will totally draw a real quick bust or whatever in exchange, i have a target wishlist registry thing and everything đ
Like it says in the note thing on the page, DVD or DVD/Blu-Ray are both fine, regular (not 4k) Blu-Ray is probably fine since my PS4 should be able to play those, but I only have a regular-ass PS4, not a PS5, I cannot play UHD, so if something is 4K UHD please make sure it has either a DVD or a regular Blu-Ray as well...
Anyway it should be set up so you can buy stuff off my registry without me having to blast my address to the world (lol) so if you do this, send me an ask or something off anon (so I can like, contact you) (that or like, send me a message on discord if we're friends, or w/e) and I will def draw you a little drawing as thanks đ
#nadia rambles#ftr i haven't seen the barbie movie so i don't know if it's actually good. i wanted to see it but had no money at the time.#same for blue beetle but the review i read seemed generally favorable in that it's supposedly like... heartfelt? and not all meme#i do really like the weird tech-organic suit design.#and honestly my tolerance for bad movies is higher than it seems at timesâ i just dislike the mcu specifically#i generally like a bad movie that has a vision â aesthetic drive etc. â over sanitized and visually bland shit#like at least interesting choreo? even the best choreographed mcu movies i've found to be both slow AND hard to follow#and the lighting and color grading i keep seeing is just fucking awful. like. jesus christ. that's conk creet baby that's CEMENT#i did actually enjoy ant-man and the wasp but i found the romance boring and while i like ghost's whole vibe#the reason her design is good is because it's like... literally a destiny 2 hunter outfit LMAO#i prefer clayton crain's comic art significantly but like. that's. maybe not a practical movie costume.#but fuck would i like to see someone try *that*#anyway all of these others i have seen and 100% want to own physical media for (though i may add some i haven't seen later)#obv furiosa isn't out on physical media yet so that's not on there lol#also haven't added madame web yet but eyeing that steelbook tbqh just wanna make sure it includes regular blu-ray first#idk if anyone will even see this let alone send anything but i figure why not#at the very least i can share with family for holiday gift requests....#i don't understand why like the batman and atsv and john wick all have dvd/blu-ray options#but barbie and madame web and prey don't have that option#it's either blu-ray or dvd or 4k or 4k/blu-ray but not blu-ray dvd :/#which honestly is my preferred vessel cause that way i can have access to either if i need it#i put in blu-ray for barbie and prey and prob will for madame web but really wish it was blu-ray/dvd đ
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nothing like waking up and immediately having horrible migraine aura followed by a horrible fckn migraine to just completely derail all the plans you had đ
#last week was very very VERY stressful & busy and a lot of my day to day shit fell to the wayside#and yesterday was really good in terms of getting back to normal! I was like hell yeah crushin it!#and then I started getting the tell tale pre migraine headache last night and I was like I'll take meds to combat this now! try and prevent!#lot of good that did me! haven't had the aura shit in a while fckn doozy of a day had to scrap everything and crawl back into bed#feel slightly better? vision still isn't uhhhh... like I wouldn't drive rn lol but at least it's a little better#head is still fucked but it'll probably be that was until tomorrow#god I hate this I know it's from the massive weather change coming gonna rain for a week straight đ#and because I'm so fckn old now AND have nerve damage my whole body is just FUCKED from going back to cold ass weather#I did find out today my brother and I experience different migraine auras though which was interesting#still can't wear my glasses tho so lmao def can't drive or do practically anything at all đ#just now able to look at my phone (only apps in dark mode fck u tumblr for being one of the only apps that has dark mode)#can't even brainstorm on fic which is killing me I can only sit like a potato and just exist#brain cannot imagine things only pound pound pound#erin explains it all
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Did my first Formula C practice, qualify, and race and got first place!
The team i'm with is in 3rd though. Teammate AI driver didn't do so hot (which is fine like, small steps to getting Team Gold and all)
I'm surprised I picked up the pacing quite quickly though I'm still having trouble starting when there's cars all around me (ANXIETY :'] ), but I'm gonna get the hang of the AI settings I placed in as well as might change them to better suit how I want to play this game (mostly chill but do wanna win so it's on a fairly easy difficulty setting).
The thing I'm also adjusting is like...the screen I'm using now isn't the screen I used to play this game on and it's smaller width wise so everything feels SO DAMNED CLOSE when it also really ain't.
As far as the tuning mechanics go, I'm just gonna leave the tyres up to the pc to figure out mostly (like...Unless there's a VERY specific way to have the tyres pressure and...agh I forgot the second important setting), but in general It's gonna have to be a Per Car/Per Track/Per Weather basis.
I'm gonna hate wet/rainy weather so goddamn much >.<
#irrelevant babble#I also gotta stop pulling on the steering column#during practice it basically popped off the desk on a turn and...yeah...#the car was fine and I slid off into the grass but damnit#I'm definitely outta shape for games like this cos I still feel muscle tension where it shouldn't be as well as tightness in areas#But it's cos of my nervousness to drive as clean and safe as possible while also adjusting to my aggressive habits#Gonna tone down the aggression on starts in the actual race tho cos umm....#still haven't found The Trick to getting a good acceleration start from neutral to 1st gear#so yeah I'm learning and relearning. Good stuff :3
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I'm Not In Love (Logan Howlett x fem!Reader)
A/N: Okay, so this if my first fic in over a year, and it's also my first Wolverine fic...so please be kind. I'm just getting back into the groove. Expect it to possibly be a little rough. This is big time inspired by "I'm Not In Love" by 10cc. This fic is also thanks to a request I got from an anonymous user! Thanks for the idea, anon! Hope it's okay! Enjoy guys.
Summary: After harboring a crush on Logan for months, things finally come to a head while on an overnight mission.
Warnings: SMUT. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. There's like no plot here just smut, Unprotected PIV sex (wrap it up), Oral (f!receiving), AFAB reader, Sizekink!(this was a specific size kink request, and so the reader is therefore described as being smaller than Logan/his shirt being big on her), cursing, praise kink, OOC!Logan (just putting this out there because I haven't seen the X-Men movies/read X-Men comics in forever and I'm probably giving him terms he doesn't use/having him act in ways he might not typically), feelings, cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, one bed muahaha, probably grammar errors, think that's it?
Word Count: 3,162 I got carried away
He was driving you absolutely crazy. Logan. Logan fucking Howlett, with his cocksure attitude and self-satisfied smile. Maybe itâs the way he thinks heâs always right. Maybe itâs that stupid stubbornness, that prowl he does when he walks across a room to meet you. To mock you. His whole being towering over youâhis musky, pine-scented cologne filling your lungs. Heâs everywhereâand not just metaphoricallyâliterally and physically. His giant frame shadows yours, and you canât help but admit that thereâs something about itâŠsomething about him.Â
You want him. Bad. And although you wonât admit it, youâve wanted him for months. And so, as of lately, heâs not so much a nuisance as much as heâs a distraction.Â
You just had to be sent on this mission with Loganâthis ridiculous two-day stake-out that you could have done on your own. Youâre certainly strong enough; your telekinetic powers and regenerative abilities are enough to handle any situation. And yet, here you are, walking up to a motel with Logan fucking Howlett.Â
His frame practically consumes yours as he stands behind you on the sidewalk. You swear you can feel the ghost of his fingertips against your waist, impatient and ready to guide you forward. You silently wish he wouldâwish he would grab your hips and take you down that alleyway andâ
âYou okay, darlinâ?â His voice is gruff against the shell of your ear. âYou seem awfully distracted.â
You swallow your embarrassment and hope he wonât pick up on how fast your heart is beating. âIâm fine, just tired,â you mutter, lying straight through your teeth. You can feel his smirk against the side of your head. He has to know what heâs doing. He has to know how much you want him.Â
He chuckles and his chest vibrates against your back. âToo tired for the mission, bub? Weâre almost at the motel, donât worry.â The condescension in his voice is palpable. He knows exactly how to get under your skin. Youâre putty in his hands.Â
He steps out from behind you, and before you can mourn the loss of the contact, he grabs your hand and leads the way through the doors of the motel. âThis okay?â He whispers in your ear, his massive hand giving your smaller one a squeeze. All you can manage is a nod as you approach the front desk. You know itâs just to support your coverâyou and Logan are posing as a married coupleâbut you canât help but hope it means more. You need it to mean more.Â
God, you are so fucked.Â
Youâre so distracted thinking about how close Logan is to you that you almost miss the moment when the worker at the front desk says the only room left has just one bed.Â
You crane your head to look up at Logan, who you find is already looking down at you.Â
âThatâs perfect,â he says, his eyes still on you. His stare doesnât budge as the man behind the front desk slides the key towards the two of you. Logan grabs the keys and finally breaks the moment. His hand is still holding yours as he navigates the two of you toward your motel room.Â
The room isâŠsmall. Thereâs one queen bed in the center, a bathroom on the other side of the room, and an old box television resting on an even older-looking oak dresser. On the bright side, the place appears to be clean.Â
âI should freshen up,â you say, taking off your shoes. Your hand slips out of Loganâs as you pad over to the bathroom with your bag.Â
The bathroom isnât horrible either. Dated, but clean. You brush your teeth and wash your face before undressing and searching for your pajamas in your bagâwhich, naturally, you forgot to pack.Â
âAh fuck,â You mutter louder than you meant to.Â
You hear Logan stirring in the other room, his footsteps quickly approaching the door. âYou okay?â You can sense the concern in his voice, and you canât help but smile.Â
âYeah, just forgot to pack something to wear to bed.â Thereâs more shuffling on the other side of the door. You hear Loganâs bag zip.Â
âYou want my shirt?â He asks, standing just outside the door now.Â
âIâd feel bad, then youââ Your protests are ignored as he opens the door just enough to toss his Calgary Flames t-shirt onto the bathroom sink, closing it tightly once the shirt lands. You smirk as you walk over to the shirt and put it on. The hem lands at the middle of your thighs. Logan really is massive, you think to yourself.Â
You take a deep breath, slowly twist the knob of the bathroom door, and head outside. Logan is lounging on the chair next to the dresser, his eyes on you as you place your bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed.Â
âTh-thanks for theâŠâ You stutter, trailing off as you nod down to the shirt.Â
Logan smirks as he pushes himself out of the chair and makes his way toward you. You think you see him take you in, look you up and down, but that canât possibly be.
He shakes his head as he stops at your side. You swear you hear him mutter a low fuck under his breath. âYou look good.â But he doesnât stop for long. He pushes forward and into the bathroom. âIâll sleep on the floor,â he mumbles as he shuts the door behind him.Â
âLetâs just share the bed,â you shout back, unsure of where the confidence to say that came from. But thereâs no response, just the running of water from the sink.Â
You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for what feels like forever, but Logan doesnât take long at all. After a few minutes, you hear the sink shut off and the door creek open.Â
You shake your head as you stand from the bed to face him. âBy the way, youâre not sleeping on the floor, donât be ridicââ Youâre too stunned to say another word. Youâve seen Logan shirtless before, sure, but not like this. Not in just his boxers. Not in a room with him, alone, for an entire night. You need to relax, to calm down, but thereâs nowhere else to go, and nothing else to look at. You know he can your heart beating out of your chest now.Â
 He steps toward you, engulfing you with his presence. You stare up at him. âAm I really that scary?â He closes the distance between the two of you.Â
You try to play dumb. âW-what are you talking about?â
âEvery time I get close to you, that little heart of yours practically explodes.â
You swallow roughly. âI d-donât know what youâre talking about, Logan.â But your shaky voice gives it away. You know exactly what he means.Â
His arms snake around your waist, resting on your lower back. âYeah, you do, darlinâ,â he says. âYou afraid of me or something?â God he is so fucking cocky, you think to yourself.Â
ââMânot afraid of you,â you whisper. âCould never be afraid of you.âÂ
He smiles and walks you to the edge of the bed, your knees threatening to buckle under the pressure. âWhat is it then, hm? You like how big I am? That it?â Your eyes frantically search his face for some sort of excuse, some sort of denial. But he can read you like a book. âYeah, I think thatâs it.â Heâs towering over you, caging you in.Â
âItâs more than that,â you admit.Â
He cocks his head to the side. âOh yeah? What?â He wonât let that be enoughâyou know he wonât. Heâll tease it out of you. His presence is dizzying and distracting. Youâre not even sure you can form another complete sentence.Â
âI-itâs just you,â you finally choke out.Â
But itâs not enough for him. âWhat about me?â
Everything, you want to say. You want to tell him how you feel. âLogan, IâŠâ But you canât. Iâm not in love, thatâs what youâve been trying to convince yourself of for months. Â
âGo on, say it. Whatâs got you going?â He tightens his grip around your waist, his thumbs rubbing gently along your back. He leans down, his lips brushing against your forehead. âUse your words, sweetheart.âÂ
Your eyes flutter shut, and you take a deep breath. Heâs everything and heâs everywhere. Heâs in your head and in your hands. You can smell the musk and the pine and a hint of mint and that extra thing that is just distinctly him. Heâs warm and his breath ever-so-lightly tickles your ear as his forehead rests against yours.Â
And then finally, it comes out.
âI want you, Lo.â
You open your eyes and immediately notice the change in his expression. That cocky grin is gone. He isnât teasing anymore. This is something else. Want. No, stronger than that. Desire. Adoration. Longing. Like those four words undid something in him. Untangled some knot that had been there for far too long. Almost like he thought you maybe wouldnât want this. That maybe someone wouldnât want him.Â
So, you say it again. âI want you, Logan.âÂ
He shuts his eyes. âFuck.âÂ
And then heâs pushing you down onto the mattress. His lips find their way to yours, crashing like the world is about to end. You can feel his hunger, his desperation. He rests one hand next to your head for balance and slips his free hand underneath the shirt he lent you. Heâs exploring the curves of your body, the dips and turns, eventually pulling the shirt up and over your head.Â
He comes up for air as his fingers play with the clasp of your bra. You watch his Adamâs apple bob in his throat. âThis okay?â He asks, waiting for your approval. You nod and the hooks are immediately undone. You arch your back so he can slip the bra off. âFuck, pretty girl,â he mumbles. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.âÂ
His hands find their way to your chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, teasing you, pinching lightly.Â
âLo, please. Need you,â is all you can say.Â
He trails a line of kisses down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, the center of your chest, his mouth traveling achingly slowly until finally landing on one of your tits. He kisses your nipple before taking it into his mouth, biting lightly and licking the hurt away.Â
âPlease,â you beg again.Â
He comes up for a moment. âPlease what?â He asks before moving on to the other side.Â
âNeed you so bad,â You whimper. But he doesnât stop. âN-need you to touch me.â
He pauses again. âThink Iâm already doing that, darlinâ. Gonna have to be more specific.âÂ
âFuck me, please.â Â
He shakes his head. âWanna make you feel good first, pretty girl.âÂ
You sit up a bit, ready to protest. âBut you are. Youâre making me feel soââ Youâre cut off by the sight of him staring up at you as he trails kisses down your stomach, stopping at the top of your panties. He grabs your hips and pushes you further into the center of the bed. His fingers slip under the hem of your panties, waiting for your approval. You nod, and he practically tears them right off you.Â
Logan kisses the inside of your thigh, slowly charting a path toward your core, his thumb tracing circles on the other thigh. Youâre already squirming under his touch. âLo,â You whimper. âPleaseâFuck!â Without warning, his tongue licks a long stripe up your folds to your clit. His lips lock around it, sucking softly, his fingers suddenly teasing your entrance before slipping a finger inside.
âSo tight darlinâ. Gonna feel so good,â he mumbles against you, the vibrations of his deep voice sending a jolt up your spine.Â
Heâs taking his time, tasting you, savoring you. His tongue laps at your cunt, licking slow circles as his finger pumps in and out. You need more.
âLo,â You call out, your back arching in pleasure. But he doesnât answer. He keeps going as if heâs gotten lost in you, as if thereâs nothing that can possibly be said to bring him back. âLo, please,â you moan again.Â
He chuckles against your core. âPlease what, pretty girl?â He mumbles. You can feel his smirk against you.
âM-more,â you beg. You can feel his smirk grow wider as his motions stall. âNo donât stop, please donât stop.âÂ
He looks up at you, his finger buried deep inside your cunt, his lips just inches from your clit. âWanna take my time with you, darlinâ.â
âY-you c-can,â You stutter. âW-whatever you want. Just need more.â
âMore?â He repeats, arrogantly tilting his head. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight.Â
âYes, please.â But you know by the look in his eyes that youâre getting more than you bargained for.Â
He adds another finger, pumping in and out faster than before. His lips latch onto your clit, sucking roughly. Itâs overwhelming, and you know he isnât going to let up. His tongue draws circles around your core, flicking harshly before ruthlessly sucking again. You can feel a third finger prodding your entrance before slipping in and stretching you out.Â
âThis what you wanted?â He teases.
âLo, Iââ Itâs too much, you canât speak.Â
âIâve got you darlinâ. Iâm right here. Youâre doing so good for me.â His words by themselves practically send you over the edge.Â
ââMâso close Logan,â You whimper, spurring him on. His pace quickens; his circles become harder. You can feel your walls tightening around his fingers.Â
âI know, pretty girl. Wanna feel you come on my fingers. Can you do that for me?âÂ
You canât even speak anymore. All you can manage is a hum that passes for an affirmative. He pumps in and out of you, still alternating between sucking your clit and circling it with his tongue.Â
âLook so beautiful like this darlinâ. So fucking beautiful,â He husks. And thatâs all it takes to make that liquid heat, that tension building in the bottom of your stomach, cut like a knife, pouring out of you. Your vision blurs as you let yourself go. You chant his name like itâs a prayer, a spell, something otherworldly. He finally slows down, letting you ride out your orgasm.Â
He pulls out and away from you, crawling up your body so that heâs on top of you. Heâs absolutely huge; his arms rest next to your head, caging you in. âYou alright sweetheart?â He asks, one hand coming up to cup your cheek as he presses a chaste kiss against your forehead.Â
âHm,â You hum. âLike you like this.â
Thereâs that cocky smirk again. âLike what?â
âO-on top of me,â You admit freely now. Your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders, but he quickly pins them above your head.
He smiles widely, his forehead coming down to rest on yours. You can feel his erection press against your core through his boxers. Andâfuckâheâs big. âGonna fuck you like this then, okay pretty girl?â
âP-please,â you stutter.Â
He sits up, pulling his boxers down, revealing just how big he is. You swallow harshly, sitting up and watching as he casts his boxers to the side. He doesnât let you watch for long. He pins you down again, one hand keeping your hands above your head and supporting his weight, while the other guides his cock to your entrance. His slides against your folds before slowly sinking inside you. You canât help but arch your back to meet his chest.Â
Everything is slow. Heâs taking his time again, letting himself feel every inch of you, giving you the chance to adjust to the size of him. His free hand reaches in between your bodies and finds your clit, drawing slow, gentle circles.Â
His forehead rests against yours as he thrusts into you. âWanted this for so long,â he confesses, his thrusts growing faster. âAlways wanted you, darlinâ.â You can feel your heart burst in your chest as his lips meet yours. You can feel his hunger, his desire.Â
âWanted you too,â You whisper against his lips between kisses.Â
His cock rubs against your walls, hitting that sweet spot every single time. Heâs massive, stretching you out with each pump. He builds speed, his thrusts growing rougher as his fingers circle your clit faster.Â
He whispers praises in your ear. âYou feel so good, pretty girl. So fucking tight. Need you, darlinâ. Always.âÂ
Always.Â
Itâs all too much. The words, the vulnerability, the feeling of him rutting into you with no end in sight. The promise of something else, something more.Â
âLogan, Iâm gonnaâŠâ You trail off, your walls tightening around him. Itâs all so overwhelming. But if youâre being honest, you never want it to end. This. This feeling. Him inside you. Him around you.Â
He curses under his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppier and faster as he chases his orgasm. âI know darlinâ. Wanna feel you come on my cock.â He keeps his fingers steady on your clit, circling roughly, chasing your orgasm too.Â
âLo,â You mumble. âItâs so good. Y-youâre so good, so b-beautiful.â Youâre a bumbling mess, but you want him to feel good too, to know what heâs doing to you, to know that he deserves this. Deserves to be wanted.Â
You feel wetness on his cheeks as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. âAlways wanted you,â he whispers again against the shell of your ear. âAlways gonna want you.âÂ
The tension snaps, and you feel blaring white heat ripple through your body. Logan somehow buries himself deeper inside you as you come, your walls squeezing him tighter.Â
âF-fuck,â he groans. âWhere do you wantââ
You cut him off this time. âInside, please,â you pant. âSafe.â He curses under his breath and calls out your name as he fills you up.Â
âSo perfect,â he whispers. âSo fucking perfect.â
His thrusts slow down as he finishes, and he slowly pulls out of you. But he doesnât pull away. He keeps you close, moving you both towards the headboard. It takes a minute, but he manages to keep you close to his chest as he undoes the covers and gets you both inside them.Â
Logan holds you tightly, peppering kisses against your temples every now and then.Â
Heâs the first to speak. âWhen I said alwaysâŠâ He trails off. You brace yourself for the worst. It was just the heat of the moment, bub. âMâsorry I said it. This shouldnât happen again. It was a one-time thing and Iâ
âI meant it.â
You look up at him, eyes wide. He smiles. But itâs not that cocky smile, not that self-satisfied shit-eating grin. Itâs that other thing again. Longing.Â
âI meant it, too.âÂ
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College Boy!Sukuna accidentally knocking you up
A while ago, I saw a post that asked which of our faves accidentally knocks us up, and I answered it with "CollegeBoy!Sukuna." So here is the fic about that ;)
Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff. College AU. Light angst with a happy end. 2k words. Pregnancy, mentions of Sukuna smoking a cigarette. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Divider@/plutism + dollsciples
"Damn, princess, how long does that shitty thing need?"
Sukuna has dropped his usual act of aloofness. For once, there is no teasing comment coming out of his mouth, no arrogant smirk, no flirty wink, and no charming look out of those beautiful maroon eyes. Your usually so arrogant and tough bad boy is scared shitless.
For the last few minutes, he has been playing with his tongue-piercing continuously, driving you almost insane with the constant noise of the metal barbell connecting with Sukuna's teeth. But you can't blame him. You are even more nervous than Sukuna.
You lean closer to the old couch table again, looking at the pregnancy test that's lying there, and your stomach twists painfully. There's a change now. A second line has appeared on the little test strip. You feel your heart drop.
The alarm on your phone goes off right at that moment, making you jump as you grab the test with shaky fingers. Holding the sheet with the instructions in the other hand, you read them feverishly as if you haven't already learned them by heart. As if you don't already know what the two lines mean!
Sukuna leans across the table, too,
"What does it say?"
But you only hear his voice muffled as if you are underwater. You stare at the two lines on the pregnancy test, feeling your head spin. Sukuna's large hand darts out and wraps around your trembling wrist, pulling your hand and the test towards him while repeating his question more urgently this time.
But you can't say anything and just throw the test in Sukuna's lap. He grabs it and stares at it, his maroon eyes going wide as comprehension dawns on his beautiful, tattooed face.
"Fuck."
That's all he says, and then he looks at you with wide eyes, shock and fear written all over his face. He looks younger somehow, like a scared little boy. His lips open, but no words come out. He closes them again and gulps hard.
And then Sukuna gets up from the couch and practically bolts from the small living room, walking so fast that he has reached the apartment door before you even realize what he's doing.
His large hand is already on the door handle, pushing it open when your mind finally catches up with what is going on, and you feel like tumbling into darkness.
Sukuna is going to run, isn't he? Of course, he's going to leave! Of course, a guy like him is only interested in having fun but no responsibility! Of course, he will always stay the bad boy who just likes to party and fuck and do whatever the hell he wants! And a pregnant girlfriend is the last thing he needs!
Your hands ball into fists. You're about to scream at him or cry or break down.
But before you can do any of that, Sukuna stops in the doorway.
He is standing there with his back to you, so tall that his hair is almost brushing against the doorframe. You watch him fumble ungracefully with his cigarettes in a way that is completely untypical for him, nearly dropping the pack and needing several tries to light a cigarette before he brings it to his lips with a shaky hand and takes a deep drag.
You let out a slow breath, slumping back against the couch.
He didn't leave.
Sukuna turns his head slowly to look at you over his broad shoulder. Suddenly, his eyes widen, and he bangs the door shut and quickly strides back to the small living area, bending down to hastily stub his cigarette out in the ashtray on the couch table.
"Shit, I forgot that I shouldn't smoke when you are...," he stops mid-sentence, and his eyes wander to your belly, "when you are... ah fuck..."
Sukuna runs a trembling, tattooed hand through his pink hair. You both stare at each other for a long moment, both unable to say the words out loud. But your mind screams them at you:
Pregnant. You are pregnant with Sukuna's baby!
You have no idea how it even happened. Were Sukuna and you not careful enough? Maybe too horny and too drunk after one of the various parties you went to? Did a condom rip, and you didn't realize it? Maybe if it was any other month, things would have gone differently, but you had exams and were in a constant state of stress. You simply didn't have the mind to worry about anything else but studying and then fucking like bunnies for stress relief!
You feel so stupid. You were always so sure that something like this would never happen to you. An accidental pregnancy was something that only happened to those girls in those trashy reality TV shows!
Well, now look at you.
Pregnant from your college sweetheart, the bad boy with the face tattoos. The guy you are head over heels in love with but who you didn't even dare bring home to your parents yet because they took one look at a picture of the two of you, saw Sukuna's tattooed face and his pink hair, and deemed him a troublemaker who will only drag their sweet daughter into the gutter with him. And now he even managed to accidentally knock you up, and it will just be the cherry on top!
Finally, the tears spill over, and a sob escapes your trembling lips. Instinctively, you hug yourself, but your arms get pushed away just a second later, when Sukuna is pulling you to your feet and into his strong, tattooed arms, pulling you against him, holding you so tight you find it hard to breathe.
His lips press against your forehead, leaving little kisses and murmuring against your skin,
"I am sorry for almost running out that door like a fucking coward. I'm sorry, baby."
"It's ok, Kuna. You stopped and came back. That's what counts. But... I... I am so scared."
You sniffle and press yourself against Sukuna's tall, muscular body, seeking the comfort of his broad chest and his strong arms, which feel like home, letting your tears soak Sukuna's t-shirt that smells like him, like cigarette smoke and cherry blossoms and his typical sexy cologne.
Sukuna's arms tighten around you, and he makes a choked-up sound that you have never heard from him before. You feel him gulp hard, and then he speaks up in that low, velvety voice that sounds so much more serious than ever before,
"I promise I won't run. We're in this together. I got scared, too, because I am not the dad type of guy. I don't even have any idea how a dad is supposed to be because I've never had one. I mean, fuck! I am a mess! I don't even know what I want apart from living in the moment, having fun, being with you, and spending time with my brother. But you're my girl, and I'll be damned if I leave you alone with this! I won't run, princess, I promise."
You hear a strange noise, only to realize that it is coming from your own mouth, a strangled sob. You snuggle closer against Sukuna's chest, hiding your face in his t-shirt, clinging desperately to him, overwhelmed with the situation. But he is there for you. He rests his chin on top of your head and holds you, swaying you slightly from side to side.
His low voice is calm when he asks,
"Do you want to keep it?"
"I... I didn't even have the right mind to think about it yet."
Sukuna nods, and his arms tighten around you,
"It's ok. Take your time. If you want to get rid of it, then I will drive you to the hospital and take care of you afterward. And if you decide to have the baby... then I will be a dad. I never imagined myself with a kid, but this is different. This is our baby. And I know what it's like to grow up without parents. I don't want that for my child. My grandpa did a pretty good job with Yuuji and me before he became sick, but it's not the same as having a mom and a dad, I think. I won't let that happen to our kid."
You let out a shaky breath, feeling a huge weight leave your shoulders at Sukuna's reassurance. You can see things a bit clearer now. And maybe it's not as hopeless as you thought.
Technically, you are old enough to be a mom, and you could just pause your studies for a semester or two and then return to your classes. Of course, things won't be as carefree anymore, and you will have a huge responsibility. On top of that, you really have no idea what life with a baby will be like. But you know now that you won't be alone with it.
You will have the boy you love by your side. No, you correct yourself, not the boy you love, but the man you love. Because the way Sukuna reacted so maturely and responsibly showed you that he isn't a boy anymore. He is a man. Your man. And you are even beginning to be able to imagine him as a dad. He is doing a pretty decent job as Yuuji's brother, too, after all, isn't he? Sure, Yuuji is the same age as Sukuna, but Sukuna still always acts like the big brother. So protective and caring, in a grumpy way, but sweet nonetheless.
Suddenly, the thought of a miniature version of Sukuna running around doesn't seem so scary anymore. You catch yourself wondering what your baby would look like if you decide to have it. Will it have Sukuna's eyes?
You lift your head to look up at him, and Sukuna's gaze meets yours. He looks deeply into your eyes, almost making you nervous with how intense those beautiful maroon eyes look at you,
"If you want to keep it, I will make damn sure you and the kid have it good. I promise you, princess. I am not going to run like some loser. I will learn everything about taking care of a child and how to be a dad and get my shit together. I will even stop smoking. I just... I love you, and this will be our little family, and I will fucking protect it with my life! We will make this work. We can move in together. We can ask Yuuji to babysit, and I can take the little gremlin to classes with me. I had someone do that in my history class, you know? Had his ugly little brat in a baby carrier. I could do that, too. Only difference is that our baby will be super pretty, of course."
You chuckle softly despite the shock, a mix of a sob and a laugh, feeling lighter now that you know your boyfriend will be there for you.
"I love you too, Sukuna. Thank you."
"No need to thank me. We will get through this together, no matter what you decide."
You snuggle against Sukuna's tall, muscular body and smile shakily up at him, sure that your pupils must have transformed into little hearts from the way your chest feels as if it's overflowing with love for your boyfriend. Your arrogant, rude, bad boy of a boyfriend, who, deep down, is such a good guy for the people he loves.
You smile and get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Sukuna's tattooed jaw, a tender lingering touch, before you tell him softly,
"Let's sleep over it for a night or two, and then we'll decide what to do. But either way, I want you to know that you sound like you would be an amazing dad. I guess having your baby would be quite nice."
You can see Sukuna's gaze soften, and then he smirks that attractive smirk at you and pulls you even closer against him, leaning down so his lips brush over yours when he says,
"Let's see if you will still say that when the little brat turns out to be anything like me. I wasn't an easy child."
And you laugh and reach up to ruffle Sukuna's pink hair affectionately, tangling your fingers in the soft, pink strands,
"Well, how lucky that I have you by my side to look after Sukuna Number 2 then."
You feel Sukuna grin against your lips, and then he kisses you, slow and tender, and you practically melt against him.
You are still nervous but not as scared anymore. Sukuna is right: You are going to do this together. No matter what, you have Sukuna by your side. And, even though he doesn't look like it, your bad boy is actually a good man.
And maybe your decision is already made because the mental image of Sukuna going to class with a baby carrier strapped to his broad chest just won't leave your mind anymore.
SIGHHHHHH I think I would want his baby đ
Thank you so much for reading! I love the mess that CollegeBoy!Sukuna is. He is very dear to me đ I am so proud of him for being so mature about this!! A good man and a good soon-to-be daddy.
In my head, I was singing "Papa, don't preach" the whole time while writing this ;)
Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.
Update: Part 2 Option A (Reader has an abortion) Part 2 Option B (Reader decides to have the baby)
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I have been binging your work!
I don't know if this breaks your trauma rule or not, but (with the guys of your choosing as long as Ratio is there) how would the guys react to losing reader (they haven't confessed feelings yet) during a mission and thinking they died. Then, the reader reappears a week later bandaged up, but alive. Maybe spouts their confession first? ËÍá”ËÍ
I adore your writing. Thank you!
This is way too fucking long, so be warned. Itâs like I rammed 4 mini stories in one but got lost at some point cuz I left this ask to collect dust. Also thanks for enjoying my writing itâs much appreciated. :) đŠŠđżïž
Sunday:
The moment he got news that youâve been assumed dead in the aftermath of a dangerous mission, he looses composure really quickly.
Loosing Robin was one thing but loosing you on top of that was the straw that broke the camels back.
He originally doesnât believe that you were gone, he refuses to as he practically tears his office to shreds in a fit of anger and grief before forcing himself to regain composure and clean up after his outburst. He needed to in order to keep up the illusion that he was the levelheaded leader The Family needed in these moments of chaos and mistrust.
Even if he himself was breaking down internally alongside everyone else, hellbent on finding the culprit for your death and punishing them so severely that theyâd beg for death. Heâd avenge you in anyway he could, even if it meant sending out the bloodhound family on a wild goose chase that only ends in dead ends, he would get you justice no matter how it may come.
His heart had died alongside you that day.
So when a week passes and he finally has you back in his arms, all the while being carful with your wounds as his eyes searched you over in a way you werenât use to.
âYouâre alive.â He breathes out in relief as he then begins to laugh and rest his head against yours, breathing you in deeply as he relishes in this long awaited moment. âOf course youâre alive.â He mutters.
âSunday,â you began but Sunday was quite to cut you off.
âDo you know how I felt thinking you were dead? Driving myself insane to prove that you were still alive anyway I could as not to bear the idea of walking through this life without the one person I love so dearly.â Sunday takes a brief pauses in his monologue, feeling out of breath after having put everything out into the open before continuing. âI thought my heart had stopped beating that day and now I have you bad in my arms.â Sunday then chuckles darkly as he gripped you tighter. âIâll ensure that Iâd never have to revisit that part of my life ever again.â
âSunday-â
âShhh.â Sunday cuts you off once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. âJust know that what I do after this, I do out of my love for you.â He says against your forehead before pressing another kiss there for good measure.
Jing yuan:
Loss wasnât new to Jing Yuan.
He has experienced it in multiple forms throughout his life, but that didnât made the news of your death any less painful for the General.
While his mind mightâve made peace with the fact that you were gone, his heart however did not as he would find himself in the places that you often vacated to in moments of stress, or to just be left alone for a while with your thoughts. So to no longer see you in any of those hidden spots -waiting for him to find you like you usually did- only worsened the grief he felt in his heart as he sat himself down and allowed the memories to pass over him in waves.
You were both so happy together and felt a sense of fulfilment that could only be achieved when you were within the otherâs presence; A feeling that was uniquely yours and yours alone that could never be replicated, ever. For no one could ever come close to replacing you, nor the companionship you and he had for each other that many assumed would blossom into something more; Jing Yuan also shared the same sentiments as they did, but just as he built the courage to push that boundary between the two of you, you were taken from him before he could utter a single word.
So when a week passes and Jing Yuan found your battered and beaten form in one of your secret spots, back resting against a tree with your eyes closed.
âY/n?â He called out and your eyes opened upon hearing his voice and looking at him with a weak smile. âHey General, miss me?â You said as you struggled to get up to your feet, only to stumble forward and into Jing Yuanâs chest as his strong yet gentle hands hold you in place.
âMore than you could ever hope to know.â Jing yuan said as he focused on how you felt beneath his hands, warm and alive.
âIâm sorry I kept you waiting.â You muttered against his chest as his warmth made you realised just how tired you were from everything youâve experienced this last week alone. âI never meant to keep you waiting in fear that youâd forget about me if I donât stay in your life long enough.â You admit and Jing Yuan instinctively presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you protectively.
âI could never forget about you my beloved.â Jing Yuan reassured you as he looked you deep into your eyes. âYouâve managed to carve your place within my heart and soul, so much that there isnât a day where you arenât all I think about, regardless of whether or not your by my side or far away.â He finished by pressing a gentle kiss to the gauze on your cheek, chuckling upon seeing your cute attempts of burrowing your face into his chest.
âHow long have youâve been waiting to say this.â You asked, thankful that he was the one to admit his feelings first, as you wouldâve had a hard time articulating your words as fluidly as he could.
âFor a very long time.â Jing Yuan replied with a small smile as he then proceeded to lift you into his arms, cuasing you to squeal in surprise, as he made sure to be carful of your wounds and began walking to the nearest medics to make sure your wounds werenât going to be trouble later on.
Aventurine:
He didnât know what to think when you were pronounced dead, all Aventurine could feel in that moment was an overwhelming numbness that encased him entirely.
The only light left in his life had been snuffed out, plummeting him into utter and total darkness he had once been well acquainted with until you came along, giving him a reason to keep looking forward despite everything.
You were no longer here to hold onto his left hand before he could even think of hiding it behind his back out of habit, you were no longer here to be his reason, his comfort, his safe place. You were taken away from him unfairly and once again Aventurine found himself asking the same question he has been asking himself for a long time; why everyone was born into this life just to die.
So when a week passes and Aventurine finds himself sat on a bench somewhere, still not dealing well then than he was the week of your assumed passing, lost in his own thoughts when someone took a seat next to him. Aventurine was just about ready to tell them to go away, when he saw just who was sitting next to him; you.
âI know, I look like shit but you donât have to look at me like that.â You spoke upon feeling his eyes gaze upon the gauze on your cheek, then towards the array of bandages that littered the rest of your body.
âI thought you died.â He hissed, emotion was heavy in his voice as his eyes became bleary with unshed tears as he felt his breathing become heavy with the reality that you were alive. He didnât know what was real and what wasnât in that moment as his mind raced. And it wasnât until you reached out to grasp his left hand and intertwine your fingers together, squeezing, did everything finally became clear to him.
âI thought I was too at one point but there was something that kept me from journeying over to the afterlife.â You admit, looking over at him and smiling sweetly, wanting nothing then to calm his thoughts and reassure him that this wasnât a dream.
âAnd what was that?â He laughs humourlessly as he stares back at you, wanting to hear what excuses you could come up with for faking being dead for a week. âWillpower? Determination?â
âYou Kakavasha.â You replied straightforwardly and his breath hitched in his throat. You rarely used his actual name unless it was absolutely serious. âYou were all I thought about as I pushed through my injuries.â You told him as you continued. âKakavasha is waiting for me was just about all I could think about for a week straight.â You finished as though you didnât just confess that he was your soul motivator in staying alive.
âReally?â Aventurine said softly, finding it impossible that he could possibly be your reason for anything. âWhy?â
âYes really.â You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you rested your head against his shoulder. âAs for why, itâs because I like you more then did let myself admit, but i just wanted you to know incase anything truly bad were to ever happen to me-â
âNo.â Aventurine cut you off suddenly, squeezing your hand as though he were afraid. âNothing is going to happen to you, not now. not ever. I just got you back.â He adds resting his head against your own in a desperate attempt of feeling more of your against him. âJust stay with meâŠplease.â He begs you in a whisper as he nuzzled further into you. âand donât go anywhere I canât follow. I donât think I can bear the thought of loosing you again.â
You smiled softly as you just whispered back against the skin of his neck. âAs long as you donât go anywhere I canât follow. I like my crush to be alive and close by even if he can be a pain in my ass sometimes.â
Aventurine chuckles, his heart becoming whole again as he made you cuddle into his side, kissing your head once more as you took this moment to familiarise yourselves with each other. âAt least Iâm a pleasurable pain in the ass.â He teased and you pinch his side, causing him to flinch, but his smile remained and this time his smile was genuine.
His light has came home.
Ratio:
Fully believed that heâd see you when the mission ended, knowing just how talented and dedicated to the craft you were, and having faith that this would be a measly walk in a park for you.
Only to receive word that you were one of the many who were assumed dead when you werenât found amongst the living nor the dead.
Veritas tries to remain as levelheaded and logical as possible during this time and continue life as normal. However found himself retracting from everyone else and going none contact, more so specifically with the people you were once associated with, and instead focused heavily on his studies and academics to an unhealthy extent.
A week passes and Veritas feels as though heâs seen a ghost the moment he saw you in his peripheral vision, bandaged and dressed in ripped clothing but still somehow finding it in you to smile.
âYou idiotic Buffon!â He exclaims as he walks towards you.
âWell thatâs a nice way to greet someone you care about.â You replied as you readied yourself for a massive rant about how stupid you were and so on, but instead you were held against his chest as he burrows his head into your neck.
âI thought you died.â He says in a whisper as he breathed you in. This went against all logic but in that rare moment Veritas didnât care, you were alive but he still couldnât let go of the fact that you didnât tell anyone you were still alive. âWhy didnât you tell anyone that you were alive, send a signal, anything.â
You shrugged as you made yourself comfortable in his strong arms. âAll communications were badly damaged or completely cut off.â You told him. âI was on my own for a long while before finding my way back to you.â
âMe?â Veritas asked, pulling away from you. âWhy not a medial facility for a proper treatment of your wounds? Have you hit your head so hard that common sense had been left on the back burner when making that decision?â
âI wanted to see you first you dickhead!â You exclaimed, shutting Veritas up rather quickly with your confession but you didnât care. âis it so wrong of me to let the man I love know that Iâm okay? So go ahead and call me an idiot all you like but that wonât change the fact that I felt more fear about not telling you how I truly feel then dying on some stupid mission.â You finished your rant.
âYouâre insufferable.â Veritas said after a moment of silence and you couldnât help but feel a little annoyed at this that you didnât notice that Veritas has began to close in the distance between the two of you.
You scoffed. âOh sure call me insufferable as if you-â Veritas cuts you off by cupping your cheeks and planting a sweet short lived kiss against your lips before pulling away with a smirk.
âGlad to know that the feelings are reciprocated.â He says, taking enjoyment of rendering you speechless as he gently guided you to medical, and remaining by your side for the remainder of the day.
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Arcane characters saying things they'll regret during an argument with you. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader
(Part two)
Because if I can't be happy, then neither can you./jâšïž
Content: Alcoholism, spoilers for season 2, heavy angst, toxic behavior, cursing, established romantic relationships, potential mentions of cheating, gaslighting/ manipulation, probably ooc idk, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns.
((Not proofread))
ăVI
You hated the cycle she had trapped herself in. It was never-ending and beyond self-destructive. For a while, you tried to get her out of it by attempting to reason with her, show her the light, tell her that everything is going to be okay and to just stop with the senseless fighting. But then the heavy, out of control drinking began, and she became unrecognizable to you.
She barely spent time with you, and when she did, then it was due to an extreme hangover that you had to nurture her through before the next fight began. You were so sick of it. You couldn't take the state she was in anymore. You wanted your girlfriend back but didn't want to suffer anymore as a result of it. And so, you tried one last time to snap her out of it.
"Hey, uhm... can we talk?" You ask nervously whilst peering at her from the doorway into her room. The roaring of the crowd and indistinguishable words of the announcers buzzed over your heads, reminding you of the timelimit you had to do this right. Vi didn't turn to you and instead focused on smearing the black paint over her eyes, a dark gaze glance cast your way at your meek plea. "Make it quick. I got 10 minutes before I have to be out there again."
You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the coldness in her tone. It was so odd, so not like her. "Vi... I... I need you to stop this. I understand your pain. I really do, I... get it. But this isn't right. You're practically killing yourself here, and I can't take that anymore-" "-This topic again? I told you to fucking drop it already." She hissed with a shake of your head and something about that made you finally snap. "I care about you Vi! That's why I'm doing all of this shit for you. No one else would do as much as I did. Why can't you see that? What the hell happened to you-" Your voice was cut off by her hand slamming into a nearby wall, anger written all over her face that made you flinch away instinctively.
You had never been scared of her before and this just broke your heart further.
"Shut up! You haven't done shit for me, except for pissing me off and whining and crying about every little thing I do! How about you fuck off and leave me the hell alone instead!? The only person who ever did shit for me is Cait and look how that turned out!" Silence. Deafening silence. Except for Vi's heavy breathing. You were rendered speechless. All the years you've spent with her at her side even as children flashed through your mind, before it all stilled and went cold. Your gaze hardened, and you nodded slowly, turning away wordlessly to do as she asked. You understood now. You were always the second choice in the end.
Vi seemed to only notice that you've left once she heard her name being called from the ring above. And her heart sunk at the realisation that this time, you wouldn't be there to watch her win.
And so she didn't.
ăCAITLYN
Zaun was becoming a sensitive and dangerous topic to bring up around her. Even the slightest mention of it made her face harden and earn you a dismissive hand waving all of your protests away. It also didn't help that she was pulling away from you and instead getting closer to a certain red-headed officer of hers. It was frustrating and so exhausting to deal with, on top of all the grief that hung over your heads constantly. It was driving you mad. Nothing you said got through to her.
It wasn't a secret that you disapproved of the war and the alliance with Ambessa. You could look right through her, see with a clear mind that she was up to no good. Whatever she had planned wouldn't bring either nation anything but more plight. This wasn't the right way to go about things. It wasn't humane. The people she hated were no different from you both. But she just couldn't see it the same way, her judgment clouded heavily by her need for revenge on Jinx. A singular person had shifted her perception about a whole group of people... and it was becoming suffocating. You couldn't recognize her anymore.
You were trying to find the right time to finally confront her about it fully, and thankfully, the opportunity came up one evening whilst she was going through paperwork in her office. You were pacing nervously around the room, trying to find the courage to speak your mind, but she beat you to it. "If you have something to say, then say it. I have work to do and can not be disturbed like this." She muttered, eyes focused on the sea of papers before her rather than your stilling form. Very well, she asked for it. "I... want this war to end. This isn't right."
Her hand froze before she hummed and resumed her task. "I thought we had moved on from this topic." She said calmly, not betraying how clearly irritated she was becoming. But you couldn't give up now. You'd go crazy if you did. "Caitlyn. There is no moving on from it if people are going to die as a consequence! How could you ever look away from that? Why can't you see that this is wrong? Why can't you see that Ambessa-" You stepped towards her grand desk with every word, hands coming down to push the paper she was holding away from her face. You just wanted her to finally look at you again after so long. "-Is playing with your mind!" "Enough. Don't you dare say another word."
The Kirammann stood up and towered over you, a strong hand grabbing onto your arm with a sharp shake that surprised you. Had the grief taken over her mind this badly? So much so that she couldn't see how much this was hurting you to lose her? "I demand you see reason and stop sympathizing with those treacherous animals... unless you want me to see you as one of them as well." "You think I'd betray you?" You breathed, and suddenly the realisation that you had lost her for good finally sunk in. You needed to go. Now.
Caitlyn's face sobered up at your question, yet before she could say a thing, her dear officer Nolan stepped in with a report in hand. Seeing the position you two were in, she nervously tilted her head. "Oh, my apologies, am I disturbing you-?" "-Not at all. In fact, I'm the one who's disturbing YOU. My apologies for that." Ripping your arm out of her gloved hand, you pushed past the girl and rushed out of the room.
Your girlfriend watched you disappear down the dark hallway before she straightened up and gave the officer a curt nod to go ahead with her report. But it was hard to listen to a word she was saying when Caitlyn's head was replaying the memory of your teary, heartbroken eyes over and over again.
ăJINX
She didn't care about her life anymore. That was clear as day, and unfortunately, your relationship was suffering because of it. You knew that Silco's death had killed her inside, that his absence left her lost and confused. But you were so desperate to keep her together. So much so that you were practically destroying yourself for her well-being. Eventually, this boiled over when she was beginning to pull away from you. You, who had always been there. You, who she always cringed onto and begged to stay with her. You only had eachother now. It was impossible to think about a life without her now.
The unhinged spark in her eye had faded away and was replaced by an empty shell of what it once was. That scared you more than you'd like to admit. "Jinx... what are you thinking of?" You asked her one night whilst you quietly snuk around the dark lanes of your home. She didn't respond at first, and your eyes were focused on the back of her hooded head, wondering if she even heard you. But you know she had, when she came to a sudden stop. "... I... I think we should part ways, sweetheart. This ain't gonna go over well forever." She said in that hauntingly calm voice you've grown to hate. And you'd be lying if you said that you didn't see this coming.
"But why? We've always been together through everything. This isn't any different-" "-But it is! It's over! Jinx is over!" Facing you, you near flinched at her glowing, violet eyes, heart beating against your chest. She would never hurt you. You knew she wouldn't. And yet... you found yourself ever so slightly stepping away. Maybe that's what set her off in hindsight. "You're gonna leave me like everyone else anyway. Might as well beat ya to it-" "-I would never do that! What has gotten into you? You should know better than to think that-" "-You're scared of me, ain't ya?" You pressed your lips together when you realised that her mental state had gotten much worse than you expected.
She was losing it.
"In fact, I bet you're thinking of me the same way Vi does. You'll be so much happier without me. But... actually... what if you're going to backstab me like her one day?" The look on your face must've been horrific enough to sober her scrambled mind then because even she seemed to be unsure of what she's saying. And yes, you knew she wasn't doing well. You knew she was just saying things without thinking them through. But you were sick of it. So tired of it all. She could practically read your mind.
"W-wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I-" "-Okay... you're right. We truly would be better off going our separate ways." You were stepping away from her quicker now, and then you were running, your view becoming blurry and unintelligible. "WAIT NO, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME, I DIDN'T MEAN IT, I-" Jinx screamed after you, her breathing heavy and uneven, but she didn't go after you. She knew she had lost that right the second she opened her mouth.
You disappeared into the lanes, for the first time ever sprinting away from rather than towards her. And like the Jinx she was, she had screwed up another good thing up for herself. Perhaps deservingly this time.
ăEKKO
Ekko was extremely busy with his duties lately and practically completely neglecting himself for them. It was very concerning to you and everyone, to say the least. Especially now that a war was practically forming at your front door from Piltover. And you were grateful and thankful for all he did for you. You really were. For that reason alone, you wanted him to take things easy at least sometimes to eat and sleep properly when he can. So, on the request of other members, you went to go looking for him one night before it was time for bed. He was sitting up in the tree, clearly planning to keep watch all night, like he usually did.
But you had come with a mission of your own and refused to leave until he came down to bed with you. "Ekko." You hummed as you finally reached him, a friendly smile on your lips. Balancing a nice basket of baked goods you had made yourself, you stepped towards his form that was beautifully illuminated in the moonlight. Seeing him here made you feel content and relieved since you were barely seeing each other to begin with anymore. Which you have been trying to be understanding about.
"I know what you're here for, and the answer is still no." The young man sighed with a shake of his head and frown. You weren't the first one to come by, that's for sure. "Hey... you know this isn't healthy. We're counting on you to stay strong for us, and you can't be that if you're starving yourself." You say with a slight falter to your smile, yet you tried to keep your tone playful and light. He, on the other hand, did not.
"I already told you that it's a no. Now go to bed and let me work." "But I made you these and-" "-I said, no." He hissed out, and that took you aback. He never raised his voice at you, nor did he ever have an attitude with you either. But the stress was getting to him badly, and so was the lack of sleep. "Why can't you just get that? How many times do I have to say it to get it through your thick skull? The least you could do is go and make yourself somewhat useful by patrolling, instead of wasting your time with this."
Oh, how his words cut you deep. Rationally, you knew that everything was just getting too much for him. But it didn't stop you from feeling hurt anyway, as your lip wobbled, and you slammed the basket on a nearby desk before quickly taking your leave wordlessly. Ekko froze at that and reached out to you, your name on the tip of his tongue, but the guilt stopped him from saying a thing.
"Fuck!" He cursed at himself, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a disappointed sigh. He definitely was losing it... and you unfortunately had to unfairly take the brunt of it.
ăSEVIKA
"What did I tell you about running off when I tell you to stay put? You could have fucking died out there and then what?" Sevika was angry at you. Not that you could necessarily blame her since you did nearly get killed by an Enforcer earlier. But you had no real choice in this. You swore you didn't mean for this to happen. It was supposed to just be a quick errand run. You wanted to make her something nice for dinner, spoil her a little as a thank you for all the work she was putting into Zaun. Yet you couldn't explain any of this with the way she didn't let you even say a word now from the anger running in her veins. In fact, you had never seen her this enraged before.
"I am sick and tired of you disobeying what I tell you. I can't always be there and save you from everything, you know? I got better things to do and than to babysit you all the time-" "- I'm not asking you to do that either! I'm a grown adult, I can take care of myself!" You yelled back, absolutely angry now yourself at the way she always infantilized you like this. It always the same conversation and argument over and over again. You were so sick of it. You could handle yourself just fine and have proved this before. Yet she was so hellbent on proving you wrong every time, you couldn't take it anymore!
"I'm your partner, Sev. You're supposed to treat me like an equal." "I would, if you weren't so fucking incompetent. If I wasn't there, you would've been dead. Why can't you get that? Should I spell it out for you more? Dumb it down even more?" You hated when she was being like this. It was rare for a reason, and you despised this side of her. The side that was so prideful and egotistical. And you were trying so hard not to stoop to her level. It didn't help that you were a little injured and struggling to stand as is. "I'm not in the mood for this shit, I'm literally bleeding. Can we argue about this later, please? I just wanted to surprise you with something nice for once, and I get that I was wrong, but you don't have to be so mean about it, damn it!"
The tears in your eyes were betraying you, and the embarrassment of that just made you push past her and disappear into your shared bedroom. You'll just deal with the injury yourself. Sevika stared after you in slight surprise, considering it was rare for you to yell back like that and cry at that... but the sight of the flowers and half prepared food on the kitchen counter made the regret finally set in.
Perhaps you were right after all.
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Whatever My Wife Wants
Summary: On your honeymoon, Javi decides to break out a new accessory you've never seen him wear before. Little does he know, that seeing him wear a chain for the first time is about to drive you wild.
Word Count: 4.5K
Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also its your honeymoon so who am I to say), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, paise kink, literally the biggest, fattest, ugliest breeding kink (I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not), marriage kink (?) creampie, cum play, kind of exhibitionism (like if you SQUINT), talks of starting a family, Javi LOVES his wife, Javi in a CHAIN, Javi on his honeymoon deserves its own warning, did I mention that Javi LOVES his wife?!
A/N: shoutout to my sweet @honeyedmiller for this request after reblogging this MASTERPIECE from @enstatia. It's supposed to be a painting of Din, but it gave me such big Javi vibes, and I really haven't been the same since picturing the one and only Javier Peña in a chain (bc If i can't unsee it, you shouldn't be allowed to either) đ”âđ« Also shoutout to Lucien Flores for singlehandedly ruining my life today with that new clip from the Uninvited (but also you can't tell me that this outfit is so Javi on the beach coded PHEW)
Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!
Javi had never been one for jewelry- well, that was until a few days ago when a new golden wedding band had made a home on his hand. Since you had slipped it on his finger, Javi couldnât get enough of watching it glisten in the warm, tropical sunlight on your honeymoon, a reminder that filled his heart to the brim to know that he was yours forever.Â
Javiâs new wedding ring was the only jewelry that he had ever pictured himself wearing, until you had mentioned to him in passing while shopping for new clothes for your honeymoon how good heâd look with a chain to go with any of his outfits he had planned for the trip- considering there was no way Javi was going to have no less than 4 buttons undone on his shirt at any given time while basking in the tropical warmth of your honeymoon paradise.Â
Later on that week, he had dug around in his dresser to find a thin, golden chain necklace he had back from his time in college, that hadnât seen the light of day in too many years to count. But, given your enthusiasm for the idea of him wearing something like it, Javi had decided to pack it with him in his suitcase to surprise when the time felt right.Â
Well, after being a few drinks deep at the pool bar from earlier, Javiâs slightly tipsy confidence had him feeling like now was the perfect time to try out his new accessory to see what you thought. Digging through his suitcase, he pulled out out the chain to go with the rest of his outfit for your dinner on the beach, clipping the necklace around his neck as he looked himself over in the mirror, quickly fixing his hair and adjusting his shirt, undoing one more button than probably necessary to show off his new look.Â
And while he could admit that he didnât look half bad with it on, and figured youâd like the new surprise addition to his wardrobe, thereâd be no way in hell he could have ever prepared himself for the viscerally awestruck reaction youâd have to the thin, gold chain dangling around his neck. Â
âI can practically feel you burning a hole through my chest, Hermosa.â Javi chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you as he took another bite of his food, giving you a playful smirk at the way you had been ogling at him ever since you had noticed the thin gold chain resting across his tanned skin as you began your walk through the hotel to head to dinner.Â
âOh shut up, itâs not my fault youâre so hot. Youâre making it very hard not to look, in my defense.â You sighed, trying to get yourself to focus on your food instead of staring at Javi for the rest of dinner, despite the fact that the only meal you had your eyes on was sitting across the table from you. âThereâs already something about you being my husband that makes you somehow even hotter than you already were, and now with this?â You picked up your fork, gesturing to the chain dangling between the parted fabric of Javiâs shirt, âI think you may be trying to legitimately kill me.âÂ
âFigured youâd like it. Didnât think youâd like it this much.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip before taking another bite of food, his cheeks growing flushed and warm as he looked at you admiring him, wondering how in the hell he had gotten so goddamn lucky. âThanks, Mrs. Peña.â He laughed, taking another bite of his food, shooting you a quick wink.Â
Mrs. Peña.Â
God, if that alone wasnât enough to send you over the edge already, your new last name, combined with the incredibly attractive man you had gotten it from that you now got to call your husband? On top of that stupidly hot chain he had decided to throw on with his outfit? There was definitely something else you were hungry for other than the half cleared plate below you.Â
It was then that you couldnât have been happier you had been seated at a table on the edge of the beachside boardwalk, tucked behind a few stray palm trees, secluded enough out of view that you had no problem reaching under the table to rest your hand on Javiâs knee, toying with the hem of his shorts before letting your fingers creep further and further up his thigh.Â
âAre you almost done with your food?â You asked, your voice sweet and sultry as your hand brushing against Javiâs crotch immediately caught his attention, making his eyes go wide as he sat up straight, setting down his knife and fork to look down in his lap. âBecause if you are, I can think of something else I want for dessert when we go back to our room. Something I want really bad. You wanna feel how badly I want it?âÂ
Javi swallowed hard as your fingers wrapped more firmly around his bulge, gently massaging his dick in your grasp, before grabbing his hand and guiding it to brush along the slit of your sundress and closer to your core, aching and dripping with arousal. Letting his fingers creep up the inside of your thighs and ghost over your folds, his eyes went even wider, jaw practically dropping open to feel that you were not only absolutely soaked, but also not wearing any underwear at all. Using every ounce of composure he had to keep from falling apart right then and there at the dinner table, letting out a deep sigh as he cursed under his breath.Â
âJesus fucking Christ. Fuck, baby⊠Yeah, I can be done right now.â He groaned, nodding at your proposition before wrapping his hand around the meat of your thigh as he took a long inhale, staring you down with darkening eyes and a devilish grin across the table.Â
Never had you been more thankful that the resort you had picked to stay at was all inclusive, because if either of you had to wait a minute longer for a server to get your bill so you could get back up to your room, the probability of impending implosion would have been practically inevitable.Â
Firmly intertwining your fingers with his as you grabbed his hand, you were nearly dragging Javi through the hotel to the nearest bay of elevators, pleasantly shocked to find no one else waiting with you to travel up to their room, leaving the two of you alone to catch the next elevator back up to your floor.Â
Without a word, the second the elevator doors had closed, the two of you were on top of each other, a messy dance of tongue and teeth crashing together, Javiâs hands palming the meat of your ass over your dress while yours roamed over his chest, tracing the freckles of his tanned skin up to the golden chain dangling in the open buttons of his shirt, stopping to wrap the necklace around your finger, tugging Javi closer to you.Â
âFuck, you look so good with this on, baby.â You moaned, your words hot against Javiâs skin as you nipped at his neck, chain still tangled in your grasp. âI canât wait to fu-â
Barely aware of the fact that you had reached your floor, the ding of the elevator was enough to catch your attention and cut you off from completing the rest of your thought before the doors slid open, revealing a group of couples waiting for their ride down to the lobby. Frantically trying to play off the fact that if the elevator ride had gone any longer, you two definitely would have been seconds away from fucking in it, you gulped, giving Javi a nudge to his ribs to bring him back to reality, the two of you quickly trying to slide past the other guests without making a scene.Â
As the door closed behind you, you and Javi couldnât help but giggle at the fact that you couldnât seem to take an elevator trip alone without almost being caught making out like a pair of horny teenagers (which, to be fair, a pair of horny teenagers probably would have had more self control than the two of you being newlyweds on your honeymoon).Â
With your room only being a few doors down from the elevator, Javi began fumbling in the pocket of his shorts for his room key, working around the full hard on he already had under the fabric from how pent up he was. Quietly cursing under his breath until he found it, as soon as the card was swiping over the lock of the door, Javi was yanking you through into your room, instantly beginning to pull down the zipper to the back of your dress as you fumbled your way back to the bed.Â
Your dress fell to the floor in a crumpled pile before Javi was tossing you onto the mattress, shocked to see that you also hadnât even bothered to put on a bra, revealing your glowing skin and obnoxious tanlines from your time spent out in the sun.Â
âDirty fucking girl, not wearing anything underneath that dress for me. Fuck me, Hermosa. God, youâre so beautiful. So fucking perfect. My perfect wife.â Javi growled, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed to part your legs, draping them over his shoulders as he admired the wet mess between your thighs, your slick already coating your folds, glistening in the dim light of your hotel room. âMy perfect wife and her perfect fucking pussy already so wet for me.Â
Dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal as he ghosted over your throbbing clit, you let out a soft whimper in protest, sitting up on your elbows to look down at Javi, peppering kisses along the soft skin of your thighs.Â
âJavi, fuck- Baby, I wanted to go down on you. You look so good, I-I wanna taste you, Jav, p-please.â You moaned, your argument becoming less and less convincing as his kisses traveled to your center, nose brushing against your aching bundle of nerves before looking up at you with a lustful smirk, tightening his grip around your hips to hold you in place.Â
Javi shook his head as he laughed quietly to himself, watching you squirm and buck your hips towards his face, so desperately worked up and aching that the mess between your legs was really beginning to contradict your need to get Javi off before yourself.Â
âCariñoâŠâ Javi tutted, almost mockingly, digging his fingertips deeper into the meat of your flesh, âYouâre not going anywhere âtill I get a taste. I canât leave my poor wife all worked up like this, can I?âÂ
Before you had a chance to respond, the flat of Javiâs tongue was dragging through your heat in a long, broad stroke, firmly pressing against your clit, looking up at you with a satisfied grin as you threw your head back in pleasure, a soft whimper escaping from your parted lips. As the last of his lick slid through your folds, you shuttered at the feeling of the metal of his chain ghosting over your cunt as it dangled from his neck, only to cry out as you could feel the other piece of jewelry he was wearing on his left ring finger sink deep into your entrance.Â
âOh f-fuck-â You whimpered as another finger breached your tight hole, already sucking him in with your warm, wet walls while his digits curled, bumping against the sweet spot inside you that he knew made you crumble.Â
âThatâs it, baby girl.â He cooed, thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt before diving back between your legs like a man starved, his tongue dancing in a swirling pattern of flicks and strokes between your folds as he lapped you up. You could feel yourself rolling your hips against his hand, whining at how thick and full he felt inside you, even more so now with the wedding band that had made its permanent home on his finger, taking every chance he could get to watch you cover the glistening gold ring in your arousal as yet another way to prove that you were his.Â
Javi could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his fingers as your bottom half squirmed against the sheets of the bed, the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten, tingling building at the base of your spine. Latching his lips around your clit, he began to suck at your sensitive nub, his hand thrusting faster and deeper into your cunt, feeling you slowly coming undone under his touch.Â
âOh shit- fuck, fuck, Javi, Iâm so close baby, oh fuck, fuck, Iâm gonnaaahhhhhh-â Just like that, you were falling over the brink of collapse, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, pleasure flowing through every inch of your veins as you met your high, feeling the smirk of Javiâs smile pressed against your cunt as you soaked his face, his free hand wrapped around your hip, holding you in place for him.Â
âFuck, I swear, Iâll never fucking get over that.â Javi mewled, pulling back enough to sit on his heels, admiring the wet and puffy mess your pussy had become, gently pulling his fingers out of your heat, looking down at the way your arousal coated his fingers, covering his wedding band. âFucking soaked me, Hermosa. You like feeling my ring when I touch you like that, baby? Knowing Iâm all yours forever?âÂ
With your chest heaving in heavy breaths, you nodded frantically, blissed out look plastered across your face as you stared up at Javi, lust pooling in the dark brown of his eyes as he brought his soaked fingers to your mouth, tugging at your bottom lip as, opening your mouth for you to suck him clean, the warm and tangy taste of you still fresh on his skin.Â
âYou taste so fucking sweet, baby. Mi esposa sabes muy dulce.â (My wife tastes so sweet) Javi cooed, gently tugging his fingers out of your mouth, standing up to lean over the bed, caging your body under his as his lips crashed against yours in a needy mess of longing and desperation.Â
You could feel how painfully hard he was through the fabric of his shorts, his bulge straining against the seams of his zipper as he rubbed against your thigh, laying on top of you with one arm propped up beside your head, the other gently cupping your face, thumb rubbing back and forth along your cheek as he kissed you with the tender intensity that set your insides ablaze with desire, longing, no, needing to feel him buried deep inside you as you screamed his name.Â
It really had been your intention to suck Javi off the moment you had gotten back to your room, to drop to your knees and worship the beautifully handsome man you now got to call your husband and turn him into the same type of moaning, whimpering mess that he had just made you, but with the ferocity of each kiss and the instinctual jerk of Javiâs hips, there was nothing you wanted more than to be filled by the sweet sting of his cock pounding into you, over and over. Â
âJ-Javi, fuck- I need to feel you baby, please. Fuck, I wanna feel you so deep inside me.â You whispered, your teeth tugging at Javiâs earlobe as he peppered your jaw and neck with kisses, feeling the audible groan in his chest at your request, followed by a deep sigh as he tried to compose himself from the mess he was already becoming.Â
âYeah? Thatâs what you want, sweet girl? Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets.â He rasped, a devilish grin spread between his cheeks as he sat back to pull his shirt over his head, followed by his shorts and boxers, leaving him in nothing but the gold chain still dangling around his neck as he reached down to stroke his cock, red and dripping with precum before leaning back down to line up with your entrance.Â
You could feel your breath hitch as his tip brushed through your folds, rubbing gently against your clit as he collected your arousal to coat his length, looking down to watch as his length sunk deep into your cunt, the both of you letting out ragged moans at the sensation.Â
Javi paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sweet sting of his stretch as he filled you, his tip kissing your cervix while his hips met yours. The fullness made your brain go blank, completely at a loss for words as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, pulling himself out enough to sink his whole length back into your cunt, each thrust making you whimper and moan, desperate for more.Â
âF-fuck, give me more, baby, you feel so good.â You whined, your hand wrapping around his bicep, fingertips digging into his flexing muscles.Â
âYeah? You want more, Hermosa?â Javi mewled, smirking to himself at the blissed out mess you were already becoming as the pace of his hips rutting into you began to quicken.Â
As each thrust became faster, the gold chain draped around his neck began to bounce against his chest, his body close enough to yours to feel the cool metal brush against your face with each snap of his hips into yours, the sight of his necklace dangling over you as you stared up at the furrowed and focused look painting his face. The image alone of him wearing that chain was enough to make you feel like you were going to cum on the spot, but as you lay caged beneath the weight of his broad body, feeling nothing but his warm skin and chain rub against you, you were nearly convinced it was going to be over for you right then and there.Â
Without even thinking, you lifted your head up off the bed just enough to grab the chain between your teeth, tugging him closer to you, the sudden yank making his eyes go wide in surprise as the two of you came nose to nose, foreheads brushing against each other before his lips were on yours again, entangling you in an all consuming kiss without faltering in his pace.Â
âFuck, you look so good.â You moaned, your lips parting just enough from his to whisper your praises into his ear. âYou look so hot with this fucking chain, Jesus Christ.âÂ
Your comment had a low, breathy laugh escaping from his chest, shaking his head to himself almost in disbelief at how enthralled you were with him.Â
âMe? Baby girl, you have no idea.â He cooed, slowing his thrusts to sit back on his haunches, readjusting you to bring your knees pressed to your chest, leaning back down, running his hands along your body, up your arms until he had them above your head, pinned down to the bed in his grasp. âYou know how many guys Iâve seen staring at you since weâve been here? How many dirty fucking looks Iâve had to give them? Maybe this ring on your finger isnât enough, mi amor.âÂ
âW-what do you, fuck- what do mean?â You whimpered, the new position opening you up in a way that had you feeling every inch of Javi as he sank his cock even deeper into your cunt, splitting you open in the most delicious way possible, your brain barely working enough to let your words escape from your mouth.Â
âI mean,â Javi groaned, tightening his grip to hold you in place, his eyes growing darker with desire with another deep, long thrust into your heat, âThat maybe, I need to fuck a baby into, Osita. Fuck a baby into my beautiful fucking wife, and let everyone see that youâre mine with our kid growing inside you.âÂ
Javiâs words sent a shiver down your spine, the thought alone making you whimper- You and Javi both had undeniable cases of baby fever, and now that you were finally married and had agreed that your birth control wasnât going to be a part of your packing list, the prospect that in 9 months from now, you could have a third member to your family? That was enough to have you close to finishing right then and there.Â
 A gulp traveling down your throat before a long exhale, trying to find the words to respond to his proposition, your voice trembling in an anxious excitement.Â
âF-fuck- Oh my god, yes. Fuck a baby into me, Javi. Let me, oh shit- let me make you a daddy.âÂ
âJesus Fucking ChristâŠâ Javi groaned, gritting his teeth, trying his best to maintain his own composure, taking a long exhale before his gaze met yours again, a fierce kind of determination and promise pooling in the deep chocolate brown of his eyes, leaning his body on top of yours, pushing your knees closer to your chest, opening you up to an even deeper angle as his mouth crashed into yours, beginning to pick up his pace once again as his hips snapped into yours. âThatâs what you want, Hermosa? Fuck, Iâll give it to you, baby. Oh shit- Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets, remember? You want a baby? Fuck- Iâll fuck myself so deep inside you Iâll fuck a baby into you right now.âÂ
You could feel the all too familiar tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine once again, Javiâs cock pounding perfectly into your g-spot over and over again, the hairs at the base of his length grinding against your throbbing clit, sending you to the brink of collapse with each thrust in and out of your cunt.Â
âYes, oh my god- yes, I w-want it so bad. P-please, baby, fuck.â You whined, starting to stumble over your words as you could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his cock, the coil in your core tightening to the point of nearly snapping.Â
âFuck- say it again. Tell me- mierda- tell me how badly you want it.â Javi moaned, his thrusts becoming slopier and more desperate as he could feel himself on the verge of chasing his own high, knowing all too well you were almost hitting yours. Â
âI want you to fill me up, Javi. Fuck, fuck, fuck- I want it so bad. I want you to knock me up and give me a baby, please, baby, oh my god- please.â You were all but panting at this point, your legs starting to tremble as your cunt clenched tighter and tighter around Javiâs cock, the overwhelming sensation of his fullness, promise of pregnancy, and that damn chain dangling in your face was enough to finally send you over the edge. âFuck, Javi, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Iâm so close baby, Iâm gonna, oh shit- Iâm gonna cu-ahhhhhhh.âÂ
Those were the last words you were able to muster before you were screaming out Javiâs name as you came, euphoria and ecstasy radiating through every inch of your body, your orgasm crashing through you with so much intensity you could have sworn you were seeing stars.Â
Watching you fall apart beneath him, soaking his cock in your arousal as you came had Javi only moments behind you, the rhythm of his hips beginning to stutter, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping against each others combined with your wanton moans and whimpers and curses under your breath making him begin to babble incoherently.Â
âThatâs it, Osita. Thatâs my good girl. Fucking soak my cock, baby. Cum all over me before I, fuck me- fuck myself so deep in you itâll fucking take. Holy fuck- Fuck, Iâm gonna cum too. Gonna fucking fill you up. Give you all of me. Fuck, Iâll give you everyting, baby, mierda- everything youâll ever wa-ahhhhhhâÂ
With one last final thrust, Javi was spilling deep inside you, warm ropes of his spend coating your walls, milking himself of every single last drop before collapsing on top of you, the warmth and weight and of his body sinking on top of your chest as the two you sighed in sync, trying to catch your breath with long, labored huffs.Â
As Javi felt himself begin to soften, a groan rumbled low in his chest while he pulled out, feeling the mix of your spend dripping out your hole, coating the inside of your thighs in glistening juices. You let out an involuntary whimper at the loss of fullness inside you, your head falling back on the mattress in blissed out satisfaction, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to bring yourself back to reality after floating away in post-colotial bliss.Â
âHoly fuckâŠâ You whispered to yourself, lifting your head back up to see Javi sitting back on his heels, admiring the mess of the two of you pooling between your legs.Â
âSo fucking pretty, Hermosa.â He mewled, peppering kisses down the soft skin of your thighs, making his way back towards your core. Before you could even realize what was happening, Javiâs head was back between your legs, one broad stroke of his tongue collecting the tangy, salty mixture leaking out of your cunt and lapping it back into your entrance quickly replacing his mouth with his fingers to push the mixture of your spend even further into you.Â
Looking up at you, slick covering his mustache and smug grin spread between his cheeks, Javi curled his fingers just enough to make you yelp as he pressed against your g-spot, considering how worked up and overstimulated you already were.Â
âGotta make sure I keep you full of me, baby. Canât let anything go to waste.â Javi smirked, gently pulling out his fingers, resting his hands on your thighs, drawing soft circles on your skin with his thumbs.Â
You tried to sit back up, propping yourself on your elbows before Javiâs body was caging over you once again, slowly lowering himself down until your back was flat against the bed, cradling your jaw as guided you down with soft, slow kisses, feeling his chain brush against your chin he pulled away from your lips.Â
âYouâre not going anywhere, Momma. My wife wants a baby? Then Iâm doing everything I can to give her one. Whatever she wants.â Javi smirked, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead as his hand caressed your face, brushing your skin just gently enough to tickle you, a little giggle escaping from your lips as your eyes met his sweet puppy dog ones.Â
âYouâre ridiculous, you menace.â You laughed, playfully nudging Javi as he rolled over next to you on the side of the bed, wrapping his arm around you, tugging you to lay against his bare chest, your hand draping over his stomach before crawling up his chest, wrapping his gold chain around your fingers. âHmmmm whatever your wife wants, huh?â You smirked, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.Â
âWhatever she wants, Hermosa.â
âYour wife wants you to never take this damn thing off again.âÂ
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I've seen a lot of people doing these posts, and since Tumblr decided to blow up one of my last posts, it probably won't happen again so this is low risk...
If this post gets 3k notes, I will:
go in for an autism screening (which i've been meaning to do for 5 months)
put aside time every night to do my homework, no matter how much i don't want to
work on my writing WIPs (specifically wc!omens) at least once a week
I don't think this post will reach 3k, so again... low risk. But if it does, I'll add another list of things for 7k notes. All of these are things that have been personal goals for a while, and I just... haven't been doing them.
Edit: uhhh. Okay. So, you did it. I... guess I have to do all of those things now. Wow. Time to add the things for 7k notes then-
If this post gets 7k notes, I will:
start driving more... i need to get my license but i'm too scared to do the driving necessary to get the practice in (i have my permit)
stand up for myself more in regard to my pronouns
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can't believe mom of the year bridget von brandt named her daughter annabelle "worm" morgenstern after a piano playing robot with a pinocchio complex that she thought was neat
#worm morgenstern#in my head bridget has just been kinda. neutral#can't really come see her kids due to things outside her control. still lives within driving distance out in heaven's hollow.#probably not super opposed to leonard getting remarried. cares about worm getting her homework and practice time done. doesn't have custody#shit like that#and there's obviously the aspect of playing worm and knowing how she feels about what's going on#namely a lot of confusion at WHY her mom isn't there and why mary seems to be replacing her and like a thousand other things#mostly she just misses her mom. she gets to see her every two weeks and hasn't seen her in a WHILE (#(neither has evan)#so it's complicated and serious but also apparently really fucking funny#like. idk. worm put a dead lizard in mary's desk. her mom named her after a robot. darryl mooned a stranger who ran over the town's sign.#worm is pen pals with a weird janitor from across the country simply because she Won't Stop Writing Letters#she's a weird kid and her mom is probably just as weird#who the fuck knows!! we haven't even GOTTEN to df#df2 i mean. hit a comma by accident. im very nauseous and very wiped despite my nap.
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ânotice meâ pt2
luke castellan x aphrodite!reader | pt1
content/trigger warnings: fem!reader, SMUTT, p in v, virgin!luke, unprotected sex, rough sex, bold!reader
itâs been a week since that day and you havenât spoken to luke at all. if he didnât know any better, heâd say you were ignoring him
you were. but this was all part of your twisted game. he made you wait for months, now itâs his time to wait. you wanted him to feel how you felt, maybe then youâll give into your desires
youâd pretend not to see him, or be busy with studying or teaching your younger half-siblings. luke grew more and more impatient by the minute. he knew that you had always been a master at playing with peoples feelings, being aphroditeâs daughter and all, but this was going too far. he didn't understand why you were ignoring him when it was you who wanted his attention in the first place
every time he saw that you were free, you would leave. you wouldnât even shoot him your flirty smile like you always did, all you did was spare him a simple glance
he felt like he was going insane, heâs never had to fight for your attention. it just came naturally. how youâd bat your eyelashes at him while complimenting his fighting style, or how youâd place your hand on his bicep as you spoke to him
he never thought heâd be the one doing the chasing. so, finally, after what felt like an eternity of being ignored, luke had had enough. he walked up to your dining table, interrupting your conversation with your half-sister, drew. âhey, can we talk?â he spoke, voice low and almost sounding desperate
âsureâ you agree, watching as he bites the inside of his cheek. âin privateâ he mutters out, eyes boring into your own. you nod, following him to the storage shed just outside his cabin.
you enter the small, dark shed, feeling lukeâs intense gaze on you. it feels almost like it's burning holes into your skin, like he's trying to see right through you. he leaned on the wall, crossing his arms under his chest, his muscles subconsciously flexing showing just how toned his muscles actually are
luke took a deep breath before speaking, his voice low and serious. "so, whyâve you been ignoring me all week?" his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of an explanation. you remained composed, not wanting to give away the game you were playing. "my world doesnât revolve around you, castellanâ you said with a playful smile
luke clicked his tongue, clearly frustrated. "dont play games with me, you know exactly what I'm talking aboutâ he took a step closer to you, eyes locked on yours âanswer my questionâ
you felt your heart pound in your chest as luke steadily closed the distance between you. his presence was inescapable, and the tension between you was palpable. you felt yourself getting needier by the second. the way your pussy throbbed at just his words had you weak
you looked at him through hooded eyes, a playful smile still tugging at your lips. âyou wanna know that bad, huh?â you said, putting your hands to his toned chest. âyou drive me insaneâ he whispered, lust practically pouring out of his body
âi knowâ you chuckled softly. luke just looks at you, his expression unreadable. leaning in, he finally kisses you. the kiss is sudden and fierce, his lips pressing against yours with a hunger that you haven't seen in him before. you wrap your arms around lukeâs neck, pulling him closer to you. the kiss becomes more desperate as he pushes you against the wall, it was more urgent, as if neither of you could get enough of the other
his hands are quick to find their way under your shirt, groping your breast over your bra. he was desperate to get the fabric off of you, desperate to feel you
he takes his own shirt off, you following suit. you giggle as his fingers fumble on the clip of your bra, fingers stumbling against each other as he blindly tries to take it off. you help him, of course.
his mouth quickly latches on to one of your perky nipples, groaning with a sense of satisfaction while his fingers pinch the other, making you squirm under his touch
your fingers pull and scratch on his scalp, a feeling heâs seeming to enjoy to the fullest, given the way heâs moaning against your skin. your free hand undoes his belt, efficiently pulling his pants down under his hips. a voice in the back of his head wanted to ask you if youâve done this before, but he was too fucking horny to wanna do anything else in that moment
heâs panting, face flushed as he pull donât your shorts along with your panties, biting his lip to prevent the whine he was gonna let out once he saw the mess youâve made on your panties. he hasnât even done much, talk about an ego boost
heâs snapped out from his thought when he feels your cold manicured fingers wrap around his length giving it a few strokes. the tip of his dick flushed a bright reddish pink, feeling the veins throb in your hand at the newly found sensation
âfirst time?â you tease, knowing full well that it was. âiâll be gentle, promiseâ he replied smugly, raising on of your legs to his hip, tip aligning with your entrance. the moment he pushes the tip in, you both gasp. heâs much bigger than you expected, and youâre much tighter than he expected
âfuckâ he panted out âsâtightâ. your nails dug crescent moons on his shoulders as he sunk the rest of his length into your throbbing cunt. heâs quick to pull out and slam back into you, making you shamelessly moan out his name and your eyes rolling back
he might not have done this before, but he knows how sex works. he promised heâd be gentle, but luke castellan isnât know for keeping promises, is he? and after you made him wait a whole week, you more than deserve a little punishment
so heâs thrusting up into you, giving you little to no time to adjust to his cock. and youâre so loud about it too. so he puts his middle and index finger into your mouth. âsuckâ is the only thing he says before your cheeks hollow out and your tongue wraps around his fingers. he can feel the vibrations of your moans through his arms and itâs coursing straight to his dick, making it throb inside of you
âgood girlâ he mutters into your neck, making you tighten impossibly tighter around his dick. a few more thrust and your cumming on his cock. he doesnât let you come down from your high, his thrust maintain the same quick and rough pace they had before, making you whine against his fingers at the overstimulation
tears pooling in your eyes as heâs kissing your forehead. âyouâre doing sâgood fâme babyâ heâd grunt out âim gonna fuckinâ ruin youâ
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BEACH DAY â BLUE LOCK
SYNOPSIS: as a manager during the nel, a well-deserved rest was needed. what better way to rest than a fun day in the hot summer air, in a bikini, at the beach?
note: this was originally a special for 100k reads on my wattpad book found (which u should SO read btw #shamelesspromo) but to avoid confusion i edited out a lot of mentions of the manager characters who were included in this short! i really hope you all enjoy!
wc: 6.2k
TODAY
is a completely regular day of fun outings. Shidou had (in)formally organised a beach trip, something you decided would be a good idea. The NEL has been stressful on all of you, whether it be you and the other managers, the players, or even coachesâtaking a good day off seemed to be a good idea.
So, you were heading to the beach.
The place where women can wear skimpy bikinis without being called promiscuous names (it would happen anywayâbut in a perfect world everybody would mind their own business) and the place where strange men (some of those men may happen to be named Otoya and Aiku) would check out the local fauna dressed in said skimpy bikinis.
It was a fun day of splashing around in the waves, ignoring all problems present in your life, and unwinding in the grainy sand. You miss it. That is why, even though you're sure this will happen to end up in disaster, you agreed.Â
So, this is what got you in this predicament nowâthirty minutes before you had to get there with a ten minute trip drivingâthat was all that was left for you to remember everything.
Swimming outfit. A change of clothes. Sandals that won't trap sand. What else...
You ponder as you stare down at your duffel bag, filled with everything you need. Moneyâfood stalls at the beach were always ridiculously expensive for no apparent reason, Floatiesâyou never know when somebody might just need some abrupt saving. Towelsâplenty of towels, A robeâyou'll probably be a little chilly when you get out of the water.
Apart from the obvious essentials like hair ties, deodorant, sunscreen, keys and whatever other odd things you need whenever you go outâyou think you're good to go.Â
You take a good look at your swimsuit. You haven't worn it in a while. A simple black two-piece with each front piece of fabric being held together with two silver ringsâit's a little smaller than you would've liked, but you don't own any other kind, so you decide to just go with it.
You roll up your towel nicely and tuck it into your bag, then zip it up. You stare down at the fat duffel bag that is practically bursting at the seams. You are ready to take on the final bossâthe beach.
âáą. .áąâ âËâčâĄ
You stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom, pulling at the tight elastic band of your bikini. It digs into your skin slightly. Hissing through your teethâyou decide it's nothing, and quickly make your way outside.
With your bag under your arm, you walk out and look around. Two of the other manager girls said they'd saved a spot underneath a bright purple umbrella. It takes little effort to spot it in all its neon glory.
They both sit atop a beach towel, with odd things like sunscreen, keys, and waterproof mascara all scattered around them. You wave a little before you sit down on a part of the towel, taking in the sight of the beautiful beach.
Children running around, adults chasing after themâsome guy was even getting told off in the middle of the waves for losing his swim trunks. All in all, the beach was positively bursting with rich energy.
You missed this. You haven't felt this calm in a good while. Dealing with all those rowdy boys vying for your attentionâit took a toll on you.
Too bad this peace would not last for too long.
Your phone dings. You pick it up and press on the notificationâit's a snap from Shidou. You hesitantly click on the picture and it's a closeup of his left eyeâbut in the background, you can see the side of the building you had just changed inside, and a shirtless Otoya is trying to kick at somebody.
You don't even have the chance to properly react when a loud yell interrupts your thoughts. You snap your head towards the sound so fast your neck achesâthe source was Rin on the floor while, even though a second ago a phone should've been in his hand, Shidou is jumping him.
A smart, sassy quip and loud groans erupts from both you and the other manager girlsâyou slap your phone down and squeeze your face in your hands.
Perhaps this is the start of doomsday, you think as the overly massive group starts making their way towards you and your blaring purple target of a neon umbrella.
âáą. .áąâ âËâčâĄ
"[name]!!" Bachira crashes into youâwith the way he knocks you both to the sandy ground, he should be playing rugby instead of soccerâand rubs his cheek against yours like a loving cat. "I'm so excited to see you again! You never come by our stratum!!"
He's flat on top of you and the stares you're receiving start to grow uncomfortable. You push back at his chest but he simply opts to sneak his arms around your shoulders, "Bachira...!! Let me... get up..."
It takes the brute force of Barou King Shoei to remove his figure from latching onto yours. With a twitching brow and eyes that could stab daggers into Bachiraâa small laugh unintentionally escapes your lips when he talks, "You're all sandy, you disgusting bug. If you get all that sand on the towel, I'll seriously kill you."
Bachira is being held up by the scruff of his water suit like a cat. He dangles in the air and flings himself at Barou nextâ"Fight me, king!"
"YOUâ!!!"
Ignoring the upcoming brawl on the ground, you step over the two and you find your way towards...
"Hello, Isagi."Â
Your voice seems to make him jumpâhis eyes widen in surprise at the sight of your face and he looks far too nervous to be speaking to you. "OâOh... Hello, [name]...! It's good to see you again..."
He's trembling and making such intense eye contact that you wonder if he's okay. His fists are clenched hard beside his body and you think he might just about have a heart attack. "Are you... okay?"
He answers a little too quickly, "Yes! I'm fine, haha, why would you worry about me? I'm totally good! Best I've ever been! Why would you ask? I look okay, right? Well, I gotta go now! I'll see you later, [name]!"
He runs off like he's a high school girl who's just had her first conversation with her senior crush. I can't tell if he's insecure about how he looks or worried about being disrespectful to me.
Maybe it's a mix of both. Isagi is on the slimmer side, compared to guys like Barou. Even though I know he's not, he looks like he's on steroids.Â
And Isagi's always been worried about being disrespectful to youâworried about overstepping boundaries and making you uncomfortableâat least when he's in his usual, clear state of mind. There's no telling what he's thinking when he stares down at you late at night after a good game with that overconfident, egotistical smirk.
Anywaysâhe's rushed away by now, and you're just standing here looking all stupid. Oh well. At least you're not alone for too long, because your attention is quickly stolen away by a certain trio.Â
Karasu, Otoya, and Yukimiya all come up to youâonly one bothers to wave or even smile (there's no surprise he's a modelâhe's seriously gorgeous, you note when glancing down at his torso).
"Hey." The sneaky ninja is not so sneaky anymore, because he doesn't even try and disguise the way he's staring at your chest. He gives you a thumbs up, to which you scowl, "Lookin' good."
"Get your eyes off my chest."
"Sicko." Karasu shakes his head with a disappointed expression. You deadpan.
"You too, stupid crow."
"Did your mothers not teach you respect?" Yukimiya clicks his tongueâeyes fluttering closed as he shakes his head. He soon turns his head towards you and he actually does make eye contact with youâa step above his two friends. "It's nice to see you, [name]. You look very nice. Ignore these two."
You promptly ignore the offended looks shot at the modelâyou opt to just stare, perhaps a little too dreamily (but you couldn't care less, really), and smile back, "It's nice to see you too, Yukki. Thank you, you look handsome today, too. I was planning on ignoring those two, anyways."
"Woah, that is seriously hurtful." Karasu places a hand over his bare chest where his heart would be. "Too bad I don't care."
You roll your eyes. "Of course you don't, stupid crow."
"Would you stop calling me that?"
"Would you stop staring at my boobs?"
He pauses. "Point taken."
âáą. .áąâ âËâčâĄ
Having Nagi cling to you during your time at Blue Lock is pretty hard already. Believe it or not, he's 6'2, and believe it or not, having a grown 6'2 man hanging off your side makes it pretty hard to get around.Â
Having a shirtless, messy-haired Nagi plant himself right on top of you and having his face smushed against the top of your chest is a little worse.
You can feel a burning stare at the back of your head. You're not sure if the stare Reo is giving you is directed at you or the snow-haired boy. (Perhaps it is both and he's just conflictedâyou would understand).
"Nagi..." You push back at his head and slowly intertwine your fingers in the white locks. They're softer than you imagined, but the ends are unmistakably dead. You should cut it for him later. "Go swim or something."
You are disappointed (yet, not the slightest bit surprised) when he promptly shakes his head no and proceeds to dig his nose even deeper into your exposed skin. His voice is slightly muffled, but still plausibly understandable, "Nuh-uh. Dun' wanna."
Your eyes twitch. Perhaps you have been spoiling him a little too muchâso much so he refuses to leave you be.Â
"'Cause I didn't wanna go, but then mmmm... uhâReo told me you were gonna come... and it wouldn't be too much of a hassle if you stayed with me. Hadn't seen you in so long. Missed you."
Right. You forgot he told you that before, too. Perhaps you had been a bit too doting on Nagiâhe's clingy-er than you remember. Or perhaps it had been similar to that saying, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
A loud shriek (it sounds far too girly to have come out of Nagi's mouth, but go figure) alerts you and you see Nagi has been grabbed backwards into a headlock by Barou King Shoei. Perhaps he had turned away from the villainous side since your last meeting with him, because right now, he's saved you twice, like a hero.
Nagi doesn't even fight the King's death gripâhe flops like a dead fish and it looks rather funny seeing it so closely. Nagi is taller, yet much lankier than Barou, who looks like a bodybuilder compared to the lazy snowhead.
"You're kicking sand all over the towel, Mr Hassleman." Barou snarls and jerks Nagi's head back. The boy doesn't react other than wearing his little :x face. "Go swim it off. Now."
Nagi does not make any visible effort to move. Barou still holds him like a ragdoll in his grip when he turns to look at youâyou laugh a little and move your sunhat out of your eyes. "Hi, Barou. It's nice to see that you came. I didn't think you'd like the beach."
He looks a lot different with his hair down, you note. But in a good way. Fallen beneath his shouldersâyou wonder why he does not wear it this way more often. He still holds his signature forever pissed-off expression, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think I'm incapable of having fun?"
You pause, with a small grin. "Yeah, kinda."
He gives you a deadpan expression. "You're the same as always, you shit manager."
"I thought our relationship had progressed to the point we'd gotten past these mean names." You place a hand over your chest, a cheeky smile on your lips with a faux-hurt expression. You didn't usually joke around like thisâit wasn't really your thingâbut he was just far too easy of a target to tease. "I'm hurt, King."
He cocks a browâyou see Nagi trying to wriggle around now, and it's good to know he didn't actually dieâ"Seriously? Didn't think you were the type of person to care."
"Doesn't matter now. You're gonna swim, right?" With a nod of his head, you break away from his sharp stare and give him a small wave with a closed-eye smile. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Oh yeahâby the way, you look good with your hair down. You should do it more often. Anyways, see you later."
You do not catch the half-hearted wave Nagi sends youâwhich was just him flopping his arm up in the airânor do you catch the look Barou throws over his shoulder at you, "... Not too bad yourself."
He says, but you do not catch it.
Nagi stares up at the man with a blank expression, "Who knew you were all sweet on our manager, huh, King?"
The King in question growls like an animal and tosses Nagi into the ocean like a ragdoll, "Shut the fuck up!"
âáą. .áąâ âËâčâĄ
"Beach volleyball?" Chigiri stares with confusion in his bright pink eyes as Kurona sits on Gagamaru's shouldersâsetting up the tall net. His hair is tied up in a high ponytail, and his bangs fall over his eyes. "Are you serious?"
His head turns to yours when you shrug, "Why not? Beach volleyball is super fun. It's not like you guys can play soccer on the sand."
Chigiri pauses to think your words over for a second. You give him the most empty stare you can muster before you speak, "You really can't play soccer on the sand, Chigiri."
"Well, still. Are you gonna play?"
You shake your head and spare him a small smile. "No, I think I'll pass on this one. I'd like to see you play, though. You seem like you'd be really good at volleyball."
He gives you a pretty smile and shakes his head. "Oh, I don't know. I wasn't really planning to play either. I was honestly just thinking of sitting down with you and just relaxing."
"Oh, but I really would like to see you play. I bet you'd be better than anybody else out there, Hyoma." Not to be brass or anything, but you like to think you know a good amount about Chigiriâincluding how to get him to do what you'd like:Â Fan his ego. Or to put it in better words, praise him. "I think you'd look pretty cool."
You give him the nicest smile you can muster, and you're sure that's what seals the deal. He turns his head away from yoursâyet you can practically sense the smirk he now holdsâ"Well, if you really think so, why not?"
You laugh a little as he walks onto the court, and each side with six playersâeven if in official beach volleyball, there were only two on each side, this was the most unofficial game you've ever really witnessed.
Otoya and Karasu are jumping on each other's shoulders in an effort to block the spikesâit only ends in the one on top tumbling to the ground and Yukimiya shaking his head in an I'm not mad, just disappointed motion.
Bachira is using his feet to play, kicking the ball up even when his hands were a completely more viable optionâyou think this is illegal, but who are you to judgeâand Shidou is doing the same thing, except he... is hogging the ball. You aren't even sure how you hog the ball in volleyball, but he's managing it.
Rin is the one who manages to get it away from him but it only ends up in another tussleâsomething you do not bother to stop because one of the manager are already running toward them with a can of hairspray (which, if you were not previously aware, has the same effect as pepper spray if directed into the eyes).
You loll your head back and let out a heavy sigh. This beach day was going better than you had expectedâstill, your group by far had gained the most traction from how loud you all ended up being. You've gotten countless stink-eyes from old people, especially when Shidou yells out profanities in the vicinity of little children.Â
You wonder if the police may get called on you all. Maybe you should pretend you're not in their group as a last-ditch effort if it does end up happening.
You are broken out of your thoughts by a small, almost nervous greeting, "Um... hey, [name]."Â
You look to where the source of the sound came fromâyou get an eyeful of Isagi's bare torso before you see his face. He's looking off to the side awkwardly as if the mere action of looking at you would be purgatory, and he looks like he doesn't know what to do with his hands so he grips the end of his swimming shorts awkwardly. It's cute.
"Hi, Isagi." You smile. You shuffle over to create a little more room on the towel you are sitting on. You pat the free spot beside you and nudge your head towards him, "Come sit."
Obedientlyâyou didn't expect him to move so fastâhe sits beside you. He still looks stiff and nervous, so you ask him what's up. He responds, quickly but much quieter than his usual calm tone, "I was... um... ah, this is so stupid..."
He sucks in a deep breath of air and turns his back towards you. It's a little more built than you imagined. "I was... just gonna ask if you could put sunscreen on my back... I can't reach, and I trust you more than the... others."
You can practically feel the way his face burns up from how his voice cracks and grows more hushed with every word. To save him from the embarrassment, you decide to spare him from teasing words. "Sure. I don't mind. I'm glad you trust me, Isagi."
The words come out a little more sultry than you intended as you test the waters and place your fingertips on his bare shoulders. He shivers. You can feel it.
You spread the sunscreen all over his backâhe places his face in his hands as you work your hands a little lower. When your fingertips brush against the waistband of his shorts he has to bite back a small groan. This was utterly humiliating for himâseriously, this was sad.
You're not completely oblivious to this fact, so in a menial act of pity for the poor guy, you try and finish up as quickly as possibleâif only to save him from the embarrassment.Â
It feels far too intimate to be just a friendly gesture. He wonders if you feel that way too. You lightly rest your palms on his tense shoulders when you are done, sitting on your knees and leaning your face near his own, "Done."
He'd be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat. He swallows thickly, blunt nails digging into his palms as he shuffles around so he faces you. The words that come out of his mouth are a little shakier than he would've liked, "T... Thanks... [name]."
The smile you have plastered on your face is nothing short of pretty, he thinks. "No problem. You can come to me if you need anything, okay?"
Why do you have to say things like that, [name]?
Isagi gives you a small nod, and practically forces a wavy smile onto his lips. "Yeah... You're really helpful, you know that?"
You laugh. "I know."
The mood between you two is calm and the strange tension from before has dissipated. You're smiling from ear to ear, about to say somethingâwhen Isagi's demeanour changes completely. You're not too sure why, but he seems to spot something behind you and his eyes completely shift.
Gone is the meek and shy boy, and in his place is a coy, smiling man. He places a hand on your upper armâit makes you jolt and look at him in surprise. A second ago, he couldn't even look you in the eye, and now, he was shuffling closer towards you like it was the most natural thing ever.
"Anything, right?" He finally speaks, and he moves his hand up, away from your arm and it lightly traces underneath your jaw. He looks deeply into your eyes, but still keeps glancing behind you. "Can I do this?"
You do not get a chance to ask what this happens to beâalthough, it does not take a genius to figure it out, and you are no geniusâor even spare him an answer before he grabs your hardcover novel and holds it up in front of where the two of your lips meetâcovering your kiss from the other players that surround you all.
He doesn't dare take this further than a small kissâyet, it wouldn't be considered a simple peck either. His hand holds the underside of your jaw lightly and tilts your head up so he can easily feel you and the back of the hard-cover book feels cool against your cheek.Â
You'd like to believe the reason your cheeks are on fire is from the blaring heat of the sun shining down on youâeven though you are underneath the shade of that purple umbrella. His lips taste sweet, like a fruity drink. You think a stall nearby is serving something similar to that.
You can feel his smile against your lips, and he seems to be all too happy to have you like this. He tilts your face forward and your body has to followâto the point you practically collapse into his lap. It feels much more intimate now that you can feel his bare skin against your own.
Isagi moves his hand down from your jaw down toward your waist, holding you taut against him and letting his fingertips rest in the dip of your back.Â
You finally end up moving backwards, and your sunhat almost falls off your headâIsagi quickly readjusts it when he pulls away. He gives you a sweet smileâthough, it grows more cocky when he glances behind you againâand says, "You really are helpful, [name]."
You blush a little but still retain that same smile when his hands trace down your spine gently, romantically. "I know."
âáą. .áąâ âËâčâĄ
Isagi joins in on the beach volleyball fun with Nagi after Rin and Shidou leave in favour of taking a dip in the sea (you think you hear Shidou saying something about skinny-dipping, and you pray to every god imaginable you heard wrong), so you are left to yourself once more.
You are perfectly content. Your sunhat lay on the towel beside you and your legs are peeked out in the sunâreading your book where you last left off.
Your life is perfectly calm until it is not.
Hands suddenly cover your vision and all you see is darkness. You jerk your head up and are about to say something when a heavily accented voice suddenly rings out throughout your ears, "Guess who?"
You could recognise that voice in your sleep from how often it haunts your dreams. You recognise that voice even before you hear it. You slump down where you sit, letting out a heavy, almost tired sigh. "Kaiser..."
"Ah! How did you guess it so easily, hĂŒbsches MĂ€dchen?" He removes the hands blocking your vision and he suddenly plops himself down, right in front of youâof course, his little guard dog is right by his side, sporting his usual guileless expression. "Perhaps you think of me far too often, hm? Also, I told you to call me Michael. We are closer than that, no?"
You shake your head, eyes slightly squinted at him. "I don't know about that. Hello, Ness."
The puppy-dog boy waves his hand at you, clearly delighted. "Hello, [name]!"
Kaiser looks annoyed at this interaction. He scoffs, rolling his electric blue eyes and waving you off mindlessly, lashes fluttering closed, "Whatever. I cannot believe you're just reading at the beach."
You raise a brow. "What's wrong with that?"
He picks up the book by its spine and tosses it nonchalantly on the towel beside you, lips curled downwards into a sneer, "It's terribly dorky. You look like a huge dork."
"You sound like you care about that more than me."
"I don't want my love interest to look like a huge geek. Appearances matter a lot, you know." Yeah, you make that really clear. He abruptly stands upâNess scrambles to get up as wellâand looks down at you, finger curling upwards towards you like he's beckoning you to follow him. "Come on."
You blink with your nose scrunched up. "Excuse me?"
He coughs into a closed fist, looking up at the bright blue sky so he doesn't have to meet your gaze. He still holds a hand out to you, "Come on. Don't keep me waiting."
You're so shocked that you actually find yourself following after himâthough, you do not take his outstretched hand and it is left hanging awkwardly. Ness would've taken it.
Your sandals flop on the sand as you walk down the beach, past families and couples and people simply wanting to tanâyou follow behind Kaiser in silence while Ness walks beside you. You hope people don't think of you three as a throuple. That would absolutely not be good for your image whatsoever.
You pause as soon as you realise exactly where he is leading you. He's stepped halfway into the water when you halt your movements right before the splash of a wave hits your toes.
"Yeah, no thanks." You abruptly turn on your heel and proceed to try and make a getawayâyou don't get too far until Ness grabs your wrist and tugs you backwards. You tumble into himâsomehow, he doesn't fall over and only grabs your upper arms in his hands with a frantic expression.
"Please, [name]! Kaiser really wants to swim with you!"
Kaiser hisses through his teeth lowly and stares at Ness like he's just cursed out his mother, "What the hell, Ness?! I never said that!"
The small boy does not make it very subtle when he gasps in shock. Ness slaps his hands over his mouth and shakes his headâhis voice is muffled when he speaks, but you can still understand slightly, "IâI never said that! Nobody said that!"
He's so embarrassed the poor boy rushes into the water and disappears beneath the waves. You wonder if he has become one with the sea. In the distance, you can see Kurona and Hiori chilling on a large unicorn floatieâwith drinks and colourful strawsâthat should've only been able to fit one person.
You and Kaiser are now just staring at each other in very much awkward silence. You take a languid step back. "Well... If you don't want to swim..."
Once again, you do not get the chance to dash away because he's grabbed you and pulled you into his grasp before you could even react. You look at him with wide eyesâbut you're practically putty in his hands when he bends down and clasps his arms over the back of your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder like a menial sack of potatoes.
Your sandals fall off your feet as soon as you find yourself tucked over himâyou let out a very loud, very offended, very embarrassed gasp of shock, "What the hell... ?! Kaiserâput me down! Sick bastard!"
Your words have no visible effect on him. Your head slumps down when you feel him walking, and your hair hangs over your head. You get a good eyeful of his back. He's also more muscular than you imagined. Makes sense why he could even do this. That doesn't mean you're not pissed, though.
You can't see his face, but you can practically envision his signature cocky smirk and how it paints his stupidly handsome features, "I'm all fine, hĂŒbsches MĂ€dchen. Are you ready?"
Huh? Ready for whatâ!!!
You feel so indiscriminately stupid for even asking this questionâyou should've already known the answerâbecause you suddenly find yourself collapsing into the water, salt filling each of your senses and the loud noises of children screaming around you fading to muffled nothingness.Â
You jump up as fast as you canâyou're just tall enough so you can stand with your chest above the waves. You start coughing to try and get the small amount of water you happened to swallow out of your systemâyour hair is now wet with the water and is suddenly heavier, and you're shivering cold.
Kaiser, the asshole he is, is laughing wildly at your expression. You push your hair away from your vision and you receive an earful of hisâstupidly charmingâlaughter. His hands clamp over his mouth in a last-ditch effort to muffle himself, which only makes your face flush hotter with anger and your chest tightens.
You want to yell and scream into his face, but you choose the better way out. You puff your cheeks out and hold your breath as you dive back under, swimming behind him and slamming your foot into the back of his knees so that he tumbles forward, face-first into the water.
You've never felt prouder of yourself.
You bob your head back up and start to laugh wickedly nowâit was his turn to look like a drowned rat. When his head comes above water, you can't help the tears of laughter that brim across your waterline when he gives you a deadpan, silently fuming glare.
His wet bangs cling to his face (somehow, it suited himâthe mere thought made you feel a little angry, in the way that your stomach started to feel all weird and your heart skipped a beat or two) and his red eyeliner is smeared down his cheek. He pushes his blonde hair back, so that his damp bangs fall over his left eye and his hair is parted strangely to the side.
"Hmph." He looks away from your figureâyou have to cling onto his shoulder to stop yourself from falling over, and your chest heaves up and down wildly to breathe. "I don't know what you find so funny."
You look up at him from your slumped position, eyes squinted upwards and you're practically sparkling with joy, "You... you look hilarious! Ahahahaâlook at you! I can'tâ" Your words are cut off by your gasps for air.
Kaiser does not look the least bit impressed. He stares down at where your cheek is planted on the side of his neck, right where the blue rose lies. His hands stabilise you by falling into the small of your backâright where Isagi's fingertips once touched.
You finally regain your composure and move away from how you were practically pressed up against himâyour cheeks are starting to hurt from how hard you were smiling, and you now sport a much calmer sort of grin when you stare up at him. "Ah... I'm sorryâdon't look so madâ"
He rolls his eyes, which makes you chuckle, hands resting on his shoulders, "Oh come on... don't look at me like that... I'm sorry..." Your tone is far too playful to sound apologetic. He is slightly enjoying the attention you bestow upon him, but the thought makes his head hurt so he chooses not to reflect on it. "Michael..."
Fuck. His name sounds so nice coming out of your mouth.
He still keeps up the annoyed act, however, even when you grin up at him with that stupidly pretty, stupidly knowing look, "Don't be like that... I'm sorry, okay? What do you want me to do to make it up to you?"
The blonde pauses, blinking owlishly and looking down at you. You are still smiling, and he can feel your heart beating loudly in your chest. You almost look dazed, probably from your previous session of full-blown laughter.
His hands still rest lowly on your hips. He moves one and tilts your chin up with his thumb, "Hm." A smirk coils onto his lips and in an instant you can see the happiness that practically radiates off his being. "I think this will suffice, for now."
He leans forward, and suddenly, he is kissing you. Unlike Isagiâhe wastes not a second to slip his tongue between your lips and kisses you as deeply and passionately as he can musterâit's so Kaiser, so him that it makes your stomach twist within itself.
His hands run down the side of your bodyâthe places where his rough fingertips meet the skin that you usually cover with clothing make you jolt and goosebumps form on your wet skin.
His bangs tickle your cheek and despite how wet they are, they are soft. His left, tattooed hand finds itself on the side of your stomach and his blunt nails sink into the soft fleshâhe grabs at whatever he can get his hands on. It's lowly and desperate and so unbefitting, so uncharacteristic of himâbut in this moment, he can hardly find it within himself to care.
The hot sun beams down on you both and it causes your head to grow all hot and fuzzyâKaiser's natural warm body heat is not helping either. You're feeling so much all at once that your hands unconsciously place themselves on his bare chest in a small attempt to create a sliver of distance between you two.Â
It does not work. Your torso leaves no room or gap as you're sunken into his armsâit makes him groan into your mouth and god, you almost feel sick to your stomach when you realise your first thought after hearing it is that you really want him to do it again.
You're not underwater anymore, but you might as well be. Every sense is muffledâthe children screaming, the cool, glittery water that surrounds your bodies, even the blackness that clouds your closed-lidded visionâall you can feel is him, his tongue in your mouth and his hands running all over the smoothness of your skin.
Suddenly, you feel your lungs aching, and you realise you need air. You try to pull awayâbut his face follows yours like he's a mindless dog, and you could've laughed at it if you had not been so stripped of oxygen. You need air and yet he's kissing you like you are his airâit's a fact that makes your cheeks flush red hot.
The only option you can think of is the next action you takeâyou squeeze your hand out of where he presses your chests impossibly close and entangle them within his damp, blonde locksâtugging backwards and forcing him to leave the slightest amount of space between your mouths, so you can gasp for air.
Your hand tugging at Kaiser's long hair, hard, and you hotly panting into his mouthâhe'd rather be caught dead than admit this aloud, but it doesn't feel half bad.
Your eyes crack open slightly, and you have to choke down a laugh when staring at his expression. His face is flushed bright redâcompared to his usual pale complexionâand his squinted cerulean eyes are clouded with unmistakable desirable passionate lust.
"ScheiĂe, hĂŒbsches MĂ€dchen." He curses lowly, chest rising and falling erratically as he pulls you in even closerâif that were possible. You can feel every ridge and bump of his hard torso against you and the smirk that pulls across his lips makes your heart pound. "You make my heart race."
When your breathing starts to even, he closes the gap between you both once more, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting downâyou whine into him and he kisses you softly as some sort of minor apologyâyou'd never hear the word sorry come out of his lips, after all. His hand dips down to trace up and down your spine, while the other rests below your ass.
He slides his lips away from yours, down your neck and he rests his face in the crook between your neck and shouldersâpressing languid, open-mouthed kisses against the salty skin. His hair falls over his shoulder and trickles into the water like molten honeyâit flutters around in the sea and he looks stupidly gorgeous like this.
Now that he's not blocking your vision nor taking over each of your senses, you can see now see the distant figures of your friends all playing together in the sea, including that of Isagi. He's talking together with the others and having fun while you're over here, making out with one of his most hated rivals.
Still, you can't find it within yourself to give it a second thought when his teeth sink into your neck, and his hands tighten around your upper thighs. He lifts his head after you whimper a little and push him backâhe follows where your eyes lead and you're sure he also happens to see the head of your dear friend.
The smile that curls across his lips is nothing short of dangerous. "Oh, is that Yoichi? Are you worried about him seeing us?" You do not give him a verbal answer, but the way you look down and the way your lips tremble gives him everything he needs. "How cute. No worries."
He lifts his face and all you can see is him. His hair falls over his shoulder and his bangs tickle your cheek once more. His touch is undeniably soft despite the carnal look he sports in his sharp, angled eyes. "Why don't we give him a show, hĂŒbsches MĂ€dchen?"
He whispers so delicatelyâyou do not have the mind to shake your head no, nor do you protest when he slips his tongue between your obediently open lips once more, hands tucked around your hips.
Your heart will not stop pounding. Kaiser smiles at the fact that he is doing this to you. He smiles at the fact you are like mindless putty in his hands, and he smiles at the fact that he can feel bright blue eyes staring holes into himâthere's nothing wrong with showing off, right?
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OH MY GOD CARMY SMOKING WHILE YOU RIDE HIM walk with meâŠ
maybe youâre at his place, or his office, and youâve just been kinda needy all day. not to an âannoyingâ extent, but carmen sees it because he knows you. so when he tugs his jeans and boxers down just enough for you, you pounce
he leans back in his couch/chair, pulling out a cigarette and lazily watches you go at it. maybe heâd tug your shirt up so he could âsee his girls.â his nonchalance just drives you fucking crazy and he lets you do it yourself, no matter how many times you whine for him to help because âyou were fuckinâ gagging for it all day, who am i to interrupt, huh? jusâ keep fuckinâ me like thatâ
i donât think heâd blow smoke in your face (intentionally) but if you find it hot he would. and once heâs done he puts out the cigarette, his lax grip on your thighs tightening as he starts snapping his hips against yours
Also includes this ask I got shortly after: Camry smoking a cig during sex has my mind going brrrrrrrrrrrrr. It's so lazy, too. just slow riding him while he lays back and watches. Maybe it's punishment for acting up???? You're just whining on his cock begging for him to help you cum.
I. YEAH. YOU GET IT. Time to expand on these thoughts. ( this ended up being 1670k words of filth)
You find yourself at Carmyâs apartment on his day off. Those donât come around too often. You expected him to do something by now, but he hasnât made a single move to get his hands on you. He kissed you when you came in, but that was about it.
You take matters into your own hands. Try to, at least. You are practically all over him, never leaving his side. When heâs standing at his kitchen counter that evening, pouring you a glass of wine, you quietly walk up behind him. Your arms wrap around his waist while you rest your forehead on the center of Carmyâs back. You let your hands gently slide over the taunt muscles of his stomach over his shirt as you speak.
âIâve missed you, Bear. Missed your hugs. It feels like Iâve hardly seen you all week.â He sighs into your touch.
âIâve missed you too, baby.â Carmy turns around to hand you the glass. âWork was extra crazy this week. Iâm sorry I didnât have time to see you.â
âItâs alright. I know it was out of your controlâŠMaybe thereâs a way you can make it up to me?â You flash him a look he knows full well.
A breathy chuckle leaves his lips. âSweetheart, Iâm exhausted. Can we just watch some tv?â
You donât even attempt to hide the pout on your face as you settle next to him on the couch, leaning against him with his arm around you. Carmy put on a show he knows the both of you like.
You only keep your hands to yourself for one whole episode. Your movements start slow. At first you begin to trail your fingertips along his side. Itâs not long before your hand slides up under the fabric of his white tee.
âBaby, what are you doing?â Carmenâs voice is smooth and calm. You lean up to press a kiss on his check, followed by a quick one to his neck.
âOh. Nothing.â
âLetâs not play dumb now. I think you know better than that.â He leans back away from your body, forcing you to meet his eyes. âIâm going to let you try again. What are you doing?â
You fold instantly. âI need you, Carm. I really need you.â
âYeah? Missed my cock, huh? Want it so bad that you donât care about how tired I am?â
âNo! No, thatâs not itââ you protest quickly.
âFine.â Carmy begins to unbuckle his belt as he speaks. âBut Iâm not putting in any work.â He lowers his jeans and boxers just enough to free his dick.
Without a second thought, you stand up from the couch and pull down your pants and underwear. Once you straddle his hips, you reach down and pump his hard cock, spreading the precum over his length. Carmy takes in the sight of you as you gradually sink down onto him. Slowly, inch by inch.
Despite how many times you've been with Carmy, you still haven't gotten used to the stretch. In a position like this, it almost feels like he's in your stomach. Your eyelids squint shut while you take deep breaths and try to adjust. Though, at the sound of a lighter, your eyes pop right back open, staring down at Carmen with wide-eyes. A cigarette rests between his lips, having just been lit.
âW-what are you doing?â Youâre expecting him to start guiding your hips, but he doesnât. Carmy leans back against the couch, making himself comfortable. He lets his legs spread wide, forcing you to straddle higher up on his hips. The action presses his cock even deeper inside of you. He looks as though heâs having an evening cigarette, only difference is that youâre on top of him.
His tattooed fingers takes the cigarette from his mouth so he can blow out the smoke. Carmy turns his head to the side, blowing the smoke cloud away from you. The smell quickly fills up your nose. "I told you, l'm tired.â His voice is stoic. If it wasnât for his cock pulsing inside of you, you wouldnât think heâs turned on. âGo on and get yourself off. I'm going to enjoy my cigarette."
You start slow, grinding your hips on him. Your hands rest on his lower stomach for leverage as you rock against him. His abs are taunt and hard underneath your palms. The motion rubs your clit on his pelvis, causing a breathless moan to leave your throat.
Carmy remains still beneath you, watching you with lust-filled eyes. One of his hands rests on your thigh. His other hand tends to the cigarette in his mouth. He speaks up after a moment of letting you rock against him.
âShould have just let you sit on my thigh if all youâre going to do is grind on me. Thought you said you wanted my cock?â He waits for your response, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips to take a deep drag.
âI-I doââ Carmy doesnât let you finish your sentence, lightly blowing smoke into your face. He doesnât miss the way you clench around him from the simple action, but he chooses not to tease you for it.
âThen fuck yourself on me. Youâre a big girl. You can do it by yourself.â
You whimper pitifully. You want his strong arms to grab your hips and slam you down onto his cock, but that wasnât going to happen. You rise up on your knees, letting his cock thrust almost entirely out of you. Your hips sink right back down onto him afterwards. The pleasure is unexplainable, sending electricity through your veins as he bottoms out.
You set a slow pace, not able to go as fast without Carmyâs help. His pupils are blown wide as he stares up at you, before his gaze moves downwards. He watches as his cock disappears inside of you with each slow thrust. Youâre dripping, coating his dick with your arousal. The sight of his thick cock stretching you out hypnotizes him.
His lack of words and refusal to help is killing you. You need him to fuck you. Your thighs burn, growing tired from the repetitive movements. âC-carm. Need you to help. Please- please I need it.â You cry out.
âYou were the one gagging for my cock all day. Why should I help? Just keep fucking me like this, yeah?â Heâs nearing the end of his cigarette, only a couple more minutes of life left in it. You try your best to continue bouncing on him, but itâs getting more difficult by the minute.
âCarmâ fuck!â You exclaim as his cock nudges against that spot deep inside you. Carmy ignores your cries. He takes his hand off of your thigh and tugs the material of your tank top up, exposing your tits.
âThere we go. Now I can see my girls.â He still doesnât go any further than that, letting his hand go back to resting on your thigh. Not even so much as rubbing a thumb over your breast. He goes back to watching you move, fighting the urge to hold your tits for you while you bounce.
The muscles in your legs begin to twitch, but not from being close to your high. Your legs are exhausted, and your pace shows it. Youâre getting slower, not going as consistently.
Carmy reaches the end of his cigarette, taking one last long drag. He grabs your face with his hand. His thumb on your chin opens up your lips. Carmen exhales the smoke into your mouth, expecting you to inhale it. You do exactly that, letting the smoke fill up your lungs before blowing it out in the space between the two of you.
Now fully satisfied, Carmy reaches over to stub out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the side table. Without offering a single word, Carmy digs his hands into both of your thighs and starts slamming his hips into yours. Sounds of skin against skin echo against the walls.
âShit! Fuck, Carmyââ you moan, not even trying to control your volume. âI canâ I can feel you in my stomach, shitââ You take one of your hands and press beneath your navel, feeling his cock as it thrusts rapidly into your soaking cunt. âFeels so good, Carm.â Youâre blabbering at this point, high on the feeling of him inside you. Your orgasm draws close fast.
âYeah you needed me so bad that you couldnât get off without me? Is that it? My little girl needed some help?â
âYesââ
âThen what do you say?â Carmen is nearing his own high, too. His pace grows sloppy.
âT-thank youâ fuckâ thank you, Carmy.â
âThereâs my respectful good girl. Just needed a little bit of punishment to get her back.â He detaches a hand from your thigh, moving it to your aching clit. He rubs tight fast circles on the bud with a calloused thumb. âGo on, baby. Cum for me. Soak my cock.â
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Euphoria floods through your veins as Carmy fucks you through it. You collapse into his body, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The sounds of your moans and whimpers muffles in the skin of his neck. Your body shakes from pleasure.
Carmy removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you. You had already been punished enough. His hand rests at the back of your head, cupping it gently. The gentleness of his hands starkly contrasts the way his hips sharply thrust into you.
âAtta girl. Just a bit moreââ he groans, offering you some praise. With a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, Carmy spills inside of you, filling you up with his cum. You both remain wordless in each othersâ arms for a moment, trying to catch a breath. Carmy is the first to break the silence. âYou happy now?â This time his voice has a hint of laugh to it.
âMhm.â You kiss his neck. âVery happy. Thank you.â
âI think you know Iâll do anything you want at this point.â He laughs. âNow, can we go clean up and go to sleep? Iâm even more exhausted now, baby.â
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nipple piercings .
(MINORS DNI)
pt.2 !
ot7 x reader , nipple play / breast play , inspired by this request
you had just gotten home from a girls day with your best friend, meaning you were worn out, oh and in pain. you and your friend had agreed to do something a little wild and get piercings together, turns out wild to your friend meant to get her belly button pierced, maybe you should've stuck with her idea of wild. now as you looked into the mirror you saw your nipples, swollen and sore, a cute shiny bar pierced right through them. you winced as you brought your hands up to touch them. why did you think this was a good idea?
on top of the pain your phone wouldn't stop ringing your groupchat notifications coming in one after the other.
hyuckie bear! : hellooo is y/n coming i'm only going if she is
junnie đ : no seriously why would i willingly hang out with a group of men
nana đ« : of course she's coming she always does guysss don't be lame we haven't had movie night in agessss đ„ș
my 94 đž: y/nnnn respond pleaseeee are you coming???
ji bug đ©âđŒ : y/nnn i just broke my legssss ITS AN EMERGENCYY
puppy đ : the way she doesn't care đđ
big head baby đ : whatever losers i'm calling her
your phone began to ring, chenle's profile pic of him stuffing his face with marshmallows shining on the screen.
"yes chenle, what is it?"
you could hear him giggling to someone on the other end,
"y/n, y/n hellooo, are you coming? we have movie night remember?"
you let out a sigh as you slumped down into your bed,
"uh, i don't know lele i'm kinda tired tonight, can we reschedule?"
you could practically see his reaction from the sound of his voice,
"what? no way! you know we all have have midterms soon, and then it's just studying studying studying, we won't get to see you! tell her ji!"
he passed the phone to jisung,
"y/n can you come please, we miss you, i miss you, just for one movie okay? and then jeno can drive you home!"
you heard jeno in the background yell something along the lines of, i didn't agree to that! and chenle shushing him before grabbing the phone again,
"okay well haechan's on his way! see you soon!"
he hung up before you could answer, leaving you staring at your phone screen. it's just a couple hours right? and you won't get to see the boys again after a while so, maybe you should just go, who knows you might have fun.
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your outfit was comfortable, not by choice of course, but comfortable nonetheless. you put on your largest tee, praying the material wouldn't graze your nipples, making sure to apply some ointment before leaving, hoping that it would soothe the soreness. so far, not so good. but you were already at jisung and chenle's shared dorm, sitting cross legged on the couch.
you had avoided the greetings as best as you could, resorting to a quick kiss on the cheek instead of your usual hug. thankfully nobody questioned it, boys just happy to see you.
the dorm started filling up, only haechan missing as you all sat around the tv, scrolling through the movie options on netflix. jaemin sat next to you, head on your shoulder as he scrolled through his phone. he sniffed loudly, head coming up to put his nose close to your neck,
you looked down at him, wondering what was wrong. he giggled at you, as he placed his head back on your shoulder,
"weird, you smell like ointment."
you chuckled nervously, did you overdue it with the cream?
"oh uh, yeah, just have some muscle soreness, doctor gave me some cream for it."
he hummed, turning his focus back to his phone. mark scooted in next to you, offering you some popcorn. you thanked him as you took a handful, a grimace on your face as you tasted the snack.
"mark, why do you always put too much salt."
his eyes widened as he tried the popcorn himself,
"dude, i swear i just put a tiny bit!"
you flinched as a pair of large hands grabbed your shoulders from behind,
"put a tiny bit of what? did mark put too much salt in the popcorn again?"
you turned your head, not surprised to see that haechan was the one making fun of mark. he leaned down to give you a quick peck on the cheek before walking around the couch to find a seat.
"sorry i'm late guys, traffic is a bitch."
renjun walked into the living room, ruffling his wet hair,
"nobody cares, wait, you don't even drive?"
haechan motioned for jaemin to move over so he could squeeze in next to you, rolling his eyes at renjun's comment.
"buses also get stuck in traffic you know!"
you all laughed as renjun called haechan a name, before everyone turned their attention to the tv, everyone but haechan that is.
"hi baby, gonna give me a proper hello or do i have to beg?"
you side eyed haechan, used to his antics.
"you already said hello, remember?"
you pointed at your cheek where he pecked you earlier.
"i meant a real hello, like a hug, come here."
before you could protest haechan's arms wrapped around you pulling you into a hug.
"wait, hyuck, wait, OW!"
haechan quickly let go of you, confused by your sudden reaction,
"i'm sorry, are you okay, did i hurt you?"
everyone's attention was now on you and haechan, waiting to see if you were okay.
"oh yeah, my bad, just kinda have sore muscles."
you brought your hand up to hold your arm, pretending to have pain there. you heard jeno chuckle from his seat on the floor in front of you.
"sore? from what? you're going to the gym now?"
you pushed his head, offended by his mocking tone,
"for your information lee jeno, i do actually-OW!"
you flinched, hands coming up to cover your breasts. you turned to see jaemin leaned over haechan reaching forward towards your chest. he giggled before turning his head to look at haechan, arm still stretched out towards you,
"see i told you, it's her nipples that are sensitive."
you slapped his arm away, before wrapping you arms over your breasts again.
"what the hell jaemin! have you lost your mind?"
he blushed slightly leaning back away from haechan, sitting up in his seat now.
"sorry. i just noticed, when i smelled you, you have, like, your, you know-"
he pointed to his chest,
"i saw the piercings through your shirt."
the boys eyes widened as they all turned to face you.
"piercings?"
you rolled your eyes at them,
"sometimes, it's better to mind your business, i don't need to tell you guys everything i do with my life, so what i pierced my nipples, can we hurry up and pick a movie?"
jeno turned to look at you, now on his knees in front of you, hands on your thighs,
"you actually got them pierced?"
you suddenly felt shy as you looked at jeno, a soft look on his face.
"well yeah, it was a last minute thing."
chenle scooted over on the floor towards jeno, facing you.
"did it hurt?"
you laughed at his question,
"of course it hurt lele, it still hurts now."
jisung gulped as he walked over towards where the guys had now huddled around you,
"can we see-ouch!"
he rubbed the back of his head where renjun had hit him,
"jisung you can't just ask to see her tits!"
jisung ducked his head, a blush painting his ears,
"uh only if you want of course, i'm just kinda curious."
haechan nodded his head quickly hand coming up to hold your arm,
"me too, i wanna see too."
you looked up at all of them, their eyes shiny and cheeks pink as they waited for your response.
"do you guys want to, like actually?"
they all nodded quickly, embarassingly quickly. mark letting out a cough,
"but only if you want, like ji said."
you bit your lip as you reached for the hem of your shirt. these guys had been your friends for years what's the harm in just letting them get a peek, just a peek.
you lifted your shirt up, gasping lightly as the cool air hit your nipples. all their jaws dropped as they stared at your breasts. nipples perked up and shiny from the ointment. haechan was the first to speak,
"can i touch them?"
you let out a soft yes before you could process that you were letting one of your best friends, touch your tits. but any form of regret immediately disappeared as you felt haechan's large hands cup your breasts, thumb coming up to lightly play with the metal jewelry. you winced at the slight pain. jeno quickly reaching forward to gently remove haechan's hands.
"be gentle hyuck, can't you see they're swollen."
his hands replaced hyuck's, larger and firmer, slightly fondling your breasts before his fingers moved to rub around your nipple. you let out a sigh, the pain from before slowly fading away as jeno massaged your sore breasts.
"yeah? that feel good baby?"
you hummed in response, biting back a moan as the feeling of jeno's hands on your breasts began to cause some tension in your core. you squeezed your thighs together hoping none of them noticed the heat radiating off your body.
mark moved his hand in between your legs, lightly massaging the inside of your thigh.
"this okay?"
you nodded, scared of how your voice would sound if you spoke.
"alright that's enough jen my turn."
jaemin got on his knees in front of you, pushing jeno aside. his hands came up to hold your breasts, slightly squeezing them in his palms before bringing two fingers to gently pinch at your nipples. you sucked in a breath trying to move away from his grasp, when you felt someone's hands brush your hair back, collecting it in his hands, exposing your neck.
"relax baby, we'll be gentle. right jaemin?"
renjun gave the boy between your legs a stern look before gently kissing your neck, nuzzling the spot with his nose after.
mark and chenle on opposite sides of you reached forward, each of them gently massaging one of your thighs before gently pulling them apart, slowly moving their hands inward.
jisung came down to kneel next to jaemin dipping his head towards you exposed tummy, planting light kisses on the sides of your waist, tickling your skin.
you felt a warm breath against your ear, looking over at haechan as he lowered his hand to grip at his bulge,
"tell us when to stop, and we promise we'll leave you alone."
you heard jeno chuckle as he reached forward to undo the bow on your sleeping shorts.
"even though i doubt you'll tell us to stop."
renjun tutted above you,
"play nice boys, we're gonna have to learn to share, right?"
thank goodness you didn't get the belly piercing.
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DOCTOR SHE'S OUT AGAIN, guys i'm not okay ot7 smut??? who have i become???
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Im so glad you're writing for Curly bc I'm so obsessed with him rn!! May I suggest (if you haven't done them already) some soft/fluffy post burn hcs? Like finally seing him again after a long drive to the hospital, mentally preparing yourself for what he might look like. Curly being so afraid about how you'd react, and just breaking down when you let out an "oh, Curly :(" and softly place a hand on his cheek, so worried that you might hurt him by accident that it's hardly even a touch at all. Curly leaning his cheek into your palm, having been so scared to see you and now so desperate for your touch.
Life returning to a new normal after a while, prosthetics and PT, skin grafts, so on. Lying in bed with him and being so relived and happy when he gets a spark of mischief like he used to and tries to tickle or play wrestle with you. Him quietly asking questions when the laughter dies down. if you missed his lips, or the blond hair you loved so much that now hardly grew at all. Reassuring him that it didn't matter what he looked like, or what he could and could not do anymore. He's still your curly.
Sorry this turned out so long đ I can't get him out of my head!
I LOVE what you wrote đđ I'll be going off of these, taking bits and pieces of your hcs and then putting them in here. Overall just gonna be fluffy post crash Curly hcs :)
Of topic, but the way some people in this fandom treat post crash curly makes me nauseous. Finding out that some of you wouldn't treat him like I would makes me wanna cry. Maybe I'm too empathetic or maybe I'm a baby back bitch, either way, I'd care for this man so much. Y'all don't understand how much I love him.
Tw/cw; none!! One curse word but that's literally it (I think)
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Extremely sensitive to touch for the first few weeks. I feel as though curly would be in incredible pain, but would try his best to keep your hands touching his cheeks, face, body in general. He'd even go as far as to whimper at how bad it hurt, yet still enduring it because he needed to know you still loved him.
He'd be so happy to see you anytime you were around. Just like pre crash, but it was more special. It got to the point where you would take off work for weeks at a time just to be with him, just so you could see him happy.
After the first two months of agonizing pain, you'd start touching him more. Not sexual, obviously, but just getting more physically affectionate. You'd be able to hug and kiss him goodbye, and hold on to his arm as you talked with him.
Speaking of talking, he wouldn't be able to, so you would talk for him. Basically telling him something, then answering any questions he may or may not have. You've known him long enough, you know how he'd react and question things, so it was practically a no brainer for you.
Now that he doesn't feel as much pain as he used to from your touches, you'd begin sleeping with him. NOT SEXUAL!!! Just cuddling up next to him in the hospital bed, laying your head on his shoulders and kissing him goodnight. Just like how you used to.
Eventually he'd start getting prosthetics, and aside from the physical therapy he's usually getting, you'd bring board games and playing cards so he could learn to use his new hands while still spending time with you.
Curly used to kick your ass in uno and honestly he still does. The trembling in his hands would slowly go away over time, and you were helping him with that much more than his physical therapist was; because at least he wanted to actually be around you.
After months and months, he'd finally be ready to take home. New prosthetics and a bunch of skin graft surgeries later, he's in good condition again. Not perfect in his eyes, but it is in yours.
He wouldn't be able to work, but Pony Express sends him checks as if he was. He gets enough from them, you could quit your job, but you don't want to be dependent on them. So you keep working.
Getting home from work is your favorite part of the day, having Curly be so happy to see you makes everything so worth it.
Your home life goes back to normal with a few exceptions, but nothing too drastic. Curly being in a wheelchair and still not being able to speak, but it's nothing you can't handle. You love him, you're willing to make sacrifices. He'd do the same for you, and you know that.
Bonus content; if you guys were married before the crash, once he got his prosthetic hands, he'd have you help him make a little beaded necklace for his ring to go on; that way he could still wear it :) he'd never take the necklace off once it's done
A/N; I've been pretty busy recently so sorry for the delay on requests; I have a lot of ideas for them though so hopefully they'll be out soon
#mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing x reader#captain curly x reader#curly x reader#captain curly#i love him so much you guys dont understand id sell my nephew for him#AND my nieces
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