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sukunasweetheart · 2 years ago

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👀👉🏾👈🏾 Sukuna x Reader ex's to lovers?

wowowow i cant believe im doing like another celebrity au again but here goes nothing ahaha...

i love this trope, i ended up writing a WHOLE, lengthy ass, detailed plotline on it i hope u dont mind <3 (A WHOLE WHOPPING 6K WORDS YALL)

prepare for hella angst, OOC sukuna, insecure fem!reader, ghosting, messy break up, conflicting and complicated feelings + sexual tension and then intense smut @ the end (make up sex)

imagine sukuna being like, an amateur model-turned-actor, with you being his highschool sweetheart, who was there to support him since day one

a very happy, fulfilling relationship for the most part-- until he starts gaining huge amounts of popularity.

youve always known that he was meant and born to reach sky-high levels of success, and you were certain he was going to make it one day

but things get rockier by the second, and insecurity is such an ugly, ugly thing

seeing him model with other beautiful celebrities, acting in roles where he had a love interest to kiss and fondle, reading those gossip scandal articles involving him and another party every few months or so-

it all got too much for you.

all you needed was some reassurance... but young and vivacious sukuna, drunk on this fame and attention, failed to recognise that and left you feeling neglected.

not on purpose tho, he's never engaged in infidelity, he's never gazed upon someone else with lust or love on his mind - he was using everyone around him as a stepping stone towards his own career

sukuna's known you since forever, and he was confident that you knew his affection for you was unwavering... so he failed to understand where you were coming from whenever you brought these things up

arguments after arguments after arguments

the worst part of it was that he wanted to keep his relationship with you a secret. saying something about how having a significant other would slow his progress in his career down... the decision was urged on by the entertainment company that he was in a contract with

it hurt so damn much when he was being interviewed on tv about his romantic life, only for him to tell the world he was single.

it leads to more arguing.

of course, as a rising celebrity, he was quite awfully busy with many business trips and attending a lot of parties and galas

another terrible fight occurred right before he had to leave for a flight overseas but by then, youd pretty much already decided that you were going to leave him

you basically ghosted him, packing all your belongings overnight, blocking his number and all his social media accounts, making sure even all yours and his mutual friends didn't know of your whereabouts. you're going to start fresh. and give him no closure.

it was petty revenge, and maybe immature of you, but you were just as young as he was, and you wanted him to hurt as badly as you were hurting back then.

sukuna's still overseas, having just come back from another fancy gathering and is fresh out of the shower, in his hotel room... he decides he's gonna try and give you a call, but ofc you don't pick up

he sighs and convinces himself that he'll sort things out with you later when he gets back, not knowing that there won't be a 'later'.

meanwhile you're dragging a suitcase out of the apartment, taking a taxi somewhere else far away, crying as you pass by giant billboards that have pictures of sukuna plastered all over

he feels like such a faraway person now. no longer someone who you used to cuddle closely in bed, or hold hands with. you're not even sure of who you are without him anymore.

you could imagine his reaction when he came home, only to find your entire existence missing. seriously, it was like you were never there. you left nothing of yours behind, and the place was cleaned spick and span, not a hair of yours to be found.

when was the last time sukuna felt so panicked?? this dull ache in his chest, as he spams you calls and texts that never reach you

he contacts mutual friends in rotation but everyone is absolutely clueless... he considers filing a missing persons case but then a trusted friend of yours tells him to not look for you... and that you wanted them to relay a message to him, just a simple goodbye.

what the fuck are you talking about?

oh, here comes a severe headache.

his mind is whirring with overlapping memories, thoughts, regrets, thinking about any clues that might give away where you couldve gone, but theres simply nothing

the shock moves into sorrow, then denial, and then it turns to anger. does he mean nothing to you? so much so that youd abandon him without saying a word?

its like he was going through the five stages of grief, but for someone who he knew was still alive..

eventually, he finds a rebound out of spite. if youve left him, then it's means he's free and single, right? he gets himself piss-drunk, and beds another, only to wake up feeling absolutely disgusted. it feels like... it feels like he's cheated on you. even though you're already gone. he's just a mess of conflicting emotions, and it lasts for so long.

the reason why he doesnt hire someone or use some other underhanded method to actually look for you is because of a weird mixture of both his pride and feelings of insecurity, thinking that maybe, just maybe, you do deserve someone better, someone who understands you more... (and he's also fearful that someone like you, might've already found love somewhere else, and he's definitely not confident that he'll be able to act maturely if he sees its true)

eventually, acceptance does come... but does it really?

i like to think he went through many failed relationships, his partners always leaving him upon witnessing him getting intoxicated and calling for none other than your name in his state. someone who no one around him knows anymore.

years pass, and time really does allow you to forget. for both you and sukuna alike. in your mid thirties, both of you are single at this time.

you've been busy with your new job at some company (dont ask me, i was too lazy to decide what kind, so u guys can make this one up bye), and he made sure to keep himself busy as well. no time for fleeting romance.

of course, until fate does that weird thing where it pushes people together again... a new project lands in your lap, where it involves some kind of collaboration with THE celebrity, ryomen sukuna. of fucking course.

you really did desperately try to get it off and pass this off to some other colleague but they insisted your involvement was necessary. what are you supposed to do? you almost decide to quit... but this job means a lot to you... you can't just throw everything away because of an ex... right?

and, oh my god, when the first meeting does happen, involving the celebrity himself, you and a couple other coworkers to discuss the project, sukuna sees you and his brain short circuits for a moment.

he starts doubting his own vision, and then he reminisces, in the middle of whatever the fuck everyone else was talking about during the meeting.

"... Mr. Ryomen?" one of the other participants ask.

he clears his throat, regains his composure and regathers his focus. he's an actor for god's sake. and he starts speaking, with thoughts of you in the back of his mind. about how much youve changed, but also remained exactly the same...

during introductions, you shake his hand and act professionally. his eye twitches. will you continue to pretend not to know him even afterwards? should he talk to you separately after this? no... doing that would mean he's the desperate one...

when you saw sukuna hesitating, part of you felt relieved. so you're not the only one getting freaked out. you don't expect him to acknowledge you anymore, though.

after the meeting, he walks out feeling confident that he's going to ignore you back, if this was the kind of game you're going to play with him. you mean nothing to him, just as he means nothing to you.

but he remembers the shock that went down his spine at the feeling of the warmth in your hand. he watches you take an elevator by yourself, and tries to make a split second decision on whether he wants to let you go, or if he wants to chase you down.

he probably shouldn't bother.

but he impulsively speed walks down towards you, anyway.

youre startled when the elevator doors are blocked from closing just at the last second, with someone's arm coming through between. your heart skips a beat seeing that it's none other than sukuna.

what is this sensation? this mix of fear and... excitement. you should be unperturbed. you're over him. he's someone from the past. you're buzzing with these feelings, but there also comes a creeping resentment that finds its way to you again, as you try to remember why you left him in the first place.

he unclicks whatever level you were heading to, and clicks on the highest level instead. he's gonna take you to the rooftop of the building, where he can confront you peacefully.

"Mr. Ryomen? Is there something wrong?" you ask him. still feigning ignorance. like salt to a wound. you know its another petty move from your part, but you can't help yourself.

"Don't call me that. You know damn well why I'm here," Sukuna drawls, sounding more sad than angry. they've really become strangers.

you grow silent, being hit with a pang of guilt. deep down, you knew you shouldve handled it more maturely than that. he deserved closure, and you needed it too. but isn't it too late for all that now?

the conversation flows tense, but unravels slowly. there's still a lot of questions being withheld though. he wants to ask you how youve been. were you able to sleep peacefully after you left him? why did you have to leave in the worst way possible?

a familiar headache creeps up.

simultaneously, the anger finds its way in his heart all over again. he knows he didn't do much good towards the end of their relationship either but ghosting him was plain disrespectful and childish.

you surprise him when you give a sudden heartfelt apology.

you tell him that you know apologising now after all these years is frankly almost meaningless but still, he didnt deserve to be left behind in that kind of way. you admit that you should've communicated with him properly that you were breaking up with him.

he's left kinda speechless, bc he was so ready to be all snarky to you after everything.. he's still mad, but he can't really say shit anymore without sounding like too much of an asshole.

truth be told, if you did stay around to tell him that you were breaking up with him beforehand, he probably wouldn't have let you go... where would you guys be now, if you never separated?

"i've always wanted to apologise. it's been weighing on me ever since i left."

...and yet, you didn't ever think to call or text him even once afterwards? he never changed his number in hopes for that, and he hates himself for it.

"i understand that you hate me now, but let's try to get through the collaboration without trouble. and then we can part ways again."

that one pierces his heart, like a bullet. you haven't said anything technically wrong. he should hate you. or at least, he should feel indifferent by now. and yet... the way that you automatically assume so irks him badly.

"do you really believe that i hate you? aren't you the one that hates me?"

it's a stupid fucking question. what the fuck is he even saying? he wants to kick the elevator door.

"...i left because i thought you hated me, that you didn't need me anymore. and i tried to convince myself that i hated you too. but that couldn't be further from the truth. even now, i don't ha-"

before you can say any more, the elevator doors open, and a small group of employees are standing outside them, looking curiously in at you and sukuna. then, they realise who he is. they come flocking in, asking for autographs and pictures.

you quietly slip out of the crowd, and after giving one quick glance at sukuna, who visibly wants to pursue you again, you walk away to avoid gathering attention on yourself. wait-! dammit- he thinks.

he can't chase after you. he can't call out for you to stop. he can't push all of these people away. if he did, it will cause rumours and unfavourable articles to fly out. let's try to get through the collaboration without trouble. his own fame becomes another obstacle between you and him.

back then, you were his whole world, yet somewhere along the path, he started to fail in making you feel like it.

he watches you take the fire exit towards the emergency stairs, while he's surrounded by overbearing fans who beg for his attention. you're going to have to walk down in your heels, all because of him. as he catches the final glimpse of you, as he's reluctantly dealing with his fans, he begins to understand, a little bit. he didn't want to understand why you decided to leave him. but he does now. a little.

a couple of stairwells down, you eventually pause for a moment and sit down on the last step to take a breather. you wipe your sweaty palms against your skirt. the familiar tug at your heart, in which your insecurities come flowing back to you, seeing him surrounded. you need to build higher, stronger walls around you from now.

when sukuna is done on his end, and sends them off down the elevator, he goes off to check down the stairs you went, but you've already booked it. slipped right through his fingers. you were about to say something important. with unresolved feelings, sukuna also takes the stairs down, with a heavy heart. each step down brings him another old, nostalgic memory of you to him.

from then on, the more he interacts with you during work-related matters, the more apparent it becomes that he still harbors feelings for you. he tries to ignore it, push it back down, but it only returns twice as overwhelming.

your voice. the way you smile. the scent of your perfume. exactly the same as back then. yet, he also observes the changes that have occurred in you; how you act, speak and the kinds of words you use, as well as seeing you in such a professional setting rather than personal - everything is coming together to allure him more, and he's in a state where he's unable to resist this attraction, but also unable to act on it, because he's not sure how you'd react to it.

he knows it's not just him getting drunk on nostalgia.

the next time he catches you alone, he makes sure to tell you that he doesn't hate you like you believe he does. you'd never admit it, but that gave you butterflies in your stomach.

in fact, everything sukuna does, even just locking eyes with you for a few seconds, is enough to make your heart rate increase, intensifying when he looks at you almost like... almost like he wants you. you must be imagining things.

he finds himself doing uncharacteristic deeds, like sending coffee for all the staff members. his manager passes them out to everybody, including you. he doesn't know if you still like your coffee the same way as he remembers, but he makes sure that yours is a little different, a little more specific than everyone else's, in hopes that you'll notice these small gestures of his.

over the course of the project, he inches closer to you, ever so slowly. but you don't seem to budge. even worse, you seem to be avoiding him as much as you possibly can. you avert your gaze from his. stagger away when he gets close.

he brings it up on one occasion, when he's able to approach you at the back of the building, where there's no one around, and no watchful eyes of a nosy audience. it's definitely frustrating and unpleasant- when he wants to speak with you, he has to keep distance in case another scandal rises. he doesn't want to drag you into the spotlight, without knowing if you're okay with it first.

sukuna only really talks to you when there's nobody around. maybe he's being considerate of you, but it gives you the impression that he doesn't want to be seen hanging around with you. it makes you remember things you don't want to. it makes you remember that being with him now requires a courage that you're not sure that you have. at the very least, you know you definitely didn't have it back then.

you keep conversations short with him, and try to leave. but he keeps at it persistently. what is he trying to do? is he toying with you?

"you're acting like you want us to get back together. don't do things that'll make me misunderstand," you tell him. you were trying to provoke him. expecting him to deny it harshly and back away, because you knew he was prideful- he'd never be caught being hung up over an ex.

"...and? what if i told you that i do want that? would you stop avoiding me then?" he takes one step forward, and you take one back, proving his point.

why is he pushing aside his ego for you? where did all his arrogance go off to? this isn't how the sukuna in his twenties would've responded. his answer makes you waver, and you don't appreciate that. you try not to show it.

"no. i'd only begin to avoid you even more. so don't start."

"i'm not," you deny, but your voice betrays you. he clings onto that.

"why? ...afraid that you'd cave in to me?"

like the way he's already pretty much caved in for you?

"you don't sound very convincing."

"...would you want someone who'd choose their career over you?"

that stops him in his tracks. he has nothing to say to that. because he did make that mistake. where he prioritised his job over your feelings.

"i don't hate or blame you for that anymore, sukuna. but you have to understand... i don't want to go through that pain ever again. i don't want to hold you back. we both deserve more compatible partners."

your own words sting yourself, and you try to go again right after saying that, because it's getting too much for you. his hand flies out to grab yours out of instinct, to stop you from leaving. leaving him again.

it's really not like him to be the clingy ex, pathetically begging to be taken back, but he's willing to throw such pride away if it means you'll be appeased. if you'll let him back into your life again.

"don't say that. you never held me back-- you were my home and my everything, and i was the one that started to take you for granted," he says gently, his low voice laced with sorrow, so uncharacteristically. you've only ever heard this kind of tone from him once before, and it was when his grandfather, who was like a parent to him, had passed away. his thumb brushes over your hand.

"give me another chance. this time i'll let the whole world know about us. about how much you mean to me."

he gets in close ever so slowly, and you let him, for only a moment, before gently pushing him away, with a hand on his chest.

sukuna hitches in a breath, heart sinking to his stomach. he wants to embrace you so, so, so bad. he needs your warmth. always has been. always will. but he sees that you're unrelenting, which breaks him.

"no, stop... i'm sorry, i can't."

you're still scared. you keep thinking about how lonely you felt when you were with him, at least right before the break up. seeing him laughing through the tv screen. alone in the living room. and all the arguments.

your hand slips out of his, and he lets you go. he feels empty when you walk away. hollow. the similar feeling he felt when you first left him, but less anguish and more despair. when he gets home, he tries to drink those feelings away. something he rarely does. old regrets and heartaches return, and he drinks until he passes out.

while he drinks, you weep. crying into your pillow, wondering if you're doing the right thing. wondering if this is how it's supposed to be. terrified of being with him again, but also terrified of losing him, like a hypocrite.

from then on, sukuna keeps a respectful distance from you... no longer trying to make approaches in secret, no longer pursuing you every chance he gets. but he still sends out coffee. even provides snacks to the crew. little do they know, they're the kinds of snacks that he knows you loved. hopefully, you still do. he'll keep his distance because it's what you want, but he wishes to keep doing these little things for you. subtly.

and you notice it, too. you have vivid memories of telling him about your favourites and preferences back then, and you recognise what he's trying to do. you drink the coffee. and you always grab a handful of the snacks. you do appreciate it. it makes you happy that he remembers. on a few occasions, you turn to look at him, only to witness him looking away at the last second.

it's not too long before the project is successfully finalised, and all their efforts have been rewarded. a celebration is due, and your boss throws a party at a fancy hotel for everyone to enjoy themselves at. sukuna had stopped going to so many gatherings and parties quite a while ago, but he attends knowing that you'll be there as well. he'll see you for the final time before he'll lose any excuses to be around you ever again. it'll be the final night.

you exchange a few words with him at the venue, but the two of you leave each other to mingle with other groups reluctantly, to avoid suspicion. both of you are quite tense all throughout the night, sipping on some wine to ease it, but it still doesn't relax the tension you feel, no matter how far away sukuna stands from you.

a few hours in, and you decide to excuse yourself early to head up into your designated hotel room. your boss covered the expenses for a night, and it would've been a waste to decline it, so you decided to stay. sukuna isn't around anywhere at the venue anymore, so you assume he's already left. you thought about saying farewell, but it didn't seem appropriate after you flat out rejected him. you still have doubts about the decision. because you miss him. but what's done is done, and you can't take back what you've already said.

however, getting to the hotel elevator, you notice he's standing there, with miraculous timing. you awkwardly "hey" him, and he says it back, hands in his pockets.

the two of you step inside when it arrives, and the thick tension remains.

"i'm surprised. i thought you'd be staying around longer for the party," you tell him.

he can't tell you that he found it unbearable, to see you hanging around other people, but being unable to get closer to you himself.

"i just got a bit tired," he lies. "did you have a lot to drink?"

"not at all. i had a few glasses, but i'm still sober."

"same here."

as the lift gets closer to your level, you get antsy, thinking about what to say before you leave, but your thoughts get interrupted when he asks you something abruptly.

"...can i walk you to your room? for the last time."

you swallow thickly on nothing, and feel how your chest aches at the words. last time.

"alright. sure," you say.

he wasn't expecting you to say yes, but he's glad you're letting him stay beside you a little longer. you're staring at the elevator doors, but he's looking at your face from the side. if only the lift would malfunction and stop, right here.

but it doesn't, and soon, he's really walking beside you as you get to your hotel room door, in silence. you unlock it using your key, and then that's it.

"thanks for walking me here," you say rather sheepishly. the thought of him wanting to spend even a few more seconds with you... your hold on the door knob is tight as you stand, face turned around to look at him. it's taking everything in you to stand your ground. last minute guilt and regrets are bombarding your thoughts, and...

"i'll say this now because i probably won't get another chance again," sukuna starts, looking directly into your eyes. his eyes are mellow, and he looks wistful.

"i'm sorry. i realised i never apologised, even though that's the first thing you did for me," he starts. he knows there's a mountain of reasons he is apologising for, but he decides he'll keep this short for your sake.

".. i can't lie to you and say that i wish for your happiness with someone else. 'm not that nice." you know it the best. and you understand, because you don't think you'd be able to withstand seeing him happy with someone else, either.

"find your happiness elsewhere, thanks," he grunts humorously. for god's sake. he's never been good at things like this. being heartfelt. at least it made you chuckle a bit. his expression of indignation melts away into a melancholic one again.

"i still love you." (always have, always will.)

you fight back sudden tears, and your throat begins to ache. sukuna unclenches his fist, and tries to relax himself more.

"and...i'll miss you," he breathes the phrase out. says it so quietly, like it hurts for him to say. (i don't want to let you go.)

something snaps within you and everything starts to scream at you to take everything back, and stop him from going away. don't go- don't go- don't go-

"...goodnight."

he notices your wet eyes, and he has to fight back against the urge to reach out and wipe it away. to rescind his farewell, and pull you into his arms again - forcefully, if he has to. he needs to leave, before he loses control.

you're panicking, and your vision is swimming, and you don't think you'll ever be happy again if you let him go like this-- you're gonna be heartbroken in the worst way imaginable. you want him back, and you know you're being unreasonable after turning him down like that, but you don't care anymore. you want to go against your fears. you want to try being with him again.

before you can stop yourself, your hand catches onto the hem of sukuna's sleeve, seconds before he takes another step away from you.

his eyes widen, and he looks at your grip on his sleeve, like he's checking to see if it's real, and he's not making this shit up in his mind. his heart beats impossibly fast. his hopes skyrocket. the world decided to have mercy on him.

"...you're being unfair, grabbing onto me like this. after i went through hell just now, trying to say goodbye." he's being awfully patient right now.

you don't respond, only silently weeping.

he waits to see if you'll let go, whether this was just an act out of a temporary fickle in your heart, but your grip remains tight, and you're now just looking up at him with tears rolling down, eyes glossy and desperate, pulling at his heart strings. you only let go when he comes back to you, not hesitant to brush his thumbs across your face now, wiping the wetness away.

"what do you want me to do? tell me, and i'll do it. leave? stay?" sukuna coos at you, like he's always done before, waiting patiently until you've calmed down enough to respond properly.

"i shouldn't... i shouldn't let you in. not after how much i'd pushed you away," you whisper. today was supposed to mark the end of it all.

he doesn't even give a fuck about that anymore. what matters is now.

"...but do you want to let me in?"

"...yes," you hic.

he takes a couple of steps forward, making you step back with him, his hand on your waist to make sure you don't trip on the way. he goes past the doorway and into your hotel room slowly. one- two- three- steps. he closes the door behind him quietly.

"and..? what next?" he asks in a low voice, standing close to you, one hand still remaining on your waist, and the other on your upperarm.

"i... i don't know. i just need you," you mumble, looking up at him, eyes red from crying and half-closed. your hands inch up along his back, grabbing handfuls of his suit jacket. sukuna hitches in a breath and something dark flashes across his eyes. they reflect his desire, his almost carnal desperation for you-

"forgive me. i don't think i can hold myself back, anymore."

he captures your lips in his, and groans shamelessly into you. you grip onto him tighter, heart beating so rambunctiously that you fear he can hear it too. it feels too good. the moment he reached you, it felt like the final piece of a puzzle clicking in to complete a full picture.

you part your mouth, and he wastes no time in slipping his tongue inside, kissing you in the way he knows you love, in the way it makes your lips tingle, and, oh god, even after all these years, he still knows how to get you going like no other.

sukuna tastes the traces of wine on your tongue, and even better, he tastes you, the one he'd been missing and craving all this time, the warmth of your skin and touch, your scent, just everything about you, you, you.

he backs you towards the bed, without breaking this breathless, hungry kiss, where he softly lays you down, with him being above you, chest to chest, arms supporting his weight. he momentarily pulls away from you simply just to breathe, and the two of you gaze at each other for a hot second, full of love and lust, breaths overlapping one another. he attempts to ask you "do you still wanna continue?" just in case, but before he gets to say a word, you grab him by his tie and pull his lips to yours again, beginning to loosen it and take it off.

he understands that you want it, now. you successfully manage to untie it, somehow, with just willpower alone, and you start aiming for his buttons next, undoing them one by one. your actions send sparks down to all of his limbs, and he feels so fulfilled by your desire of him, being as intense as how he obsesses over you.

soon after you're done with it, he takes them off and chucks his own clothes away, rendering him half-naked. your hole clenches around nothing at the sight once he pulls away again, his firm muscles and the same old tattoos that you vividly remembered the patterns of. you greedily run your palms across his pecs, eyes turning to hearts. he smirks at you.

it's his turn now, and he doesn't hesitate to start undressing you as well. sukuna gets dizzy at the thought of being able to feast his eyes on your body. he dives in to keep kissing you, and then begins to unbutton you with such speed, it almost startles you.

it's off. your breasts are out in the open now, and sukuna has his fill with massaging them with his large hand, having missed them so much. his palm feels so hot, and your nipples pebble up at his touch, making you gasp into his mouth.

his kiss moves over to the side of your face, it glides down your neck, shoulders, and eventually reaches the swell of your chest. your fingers brush through the pink of his hair as he does so, and you purse your lips together, basking in the feeling of his warm kisses littering your skin. he leaves you hickeys-- the same shape and size and same locations as he used to even during your days in highschool, and you chuckle to yourself at the thought.

it's not long before he's loosening your skirt and slipping your undergarments down, getting rid of your slick-stained panties, much to his satisfaction. sukuna rubs a thumb over your aroused clit, and you whimper, having missed the touch of a man- his touch specifically.

"fuck... you're so wet.... all for me?" he asks, proceeding to slip two fingers into your weeping hole. you arch your back at the feeling, how his thick digits scissor inside of you and press up against a particularly lovely spot. he watches your every response as he does so, watching how you moan because of his touch, and how you're grabbing at his wrist because it's getting too intense. his cock prods uncomfortably against his pants. you're producing so much slick, and his fingers are getting absolutely drenched.

when he takes them out, you whine a little in disappointment.

"i know, i know. i'll give you something better," he whispers, kissing your cheek.

he unbuckles himself, and lowers his boxers to reveal his aching dick, tip wet with precum, veins bulging out the sides. looks the same as you remember. he pumps it a couple of times with his hand that's still covered with your slick, and he twitches. this isn't a dream, is it?

"oh god, please, i need it-" you plead, your hole feeling eager and empty.

"it's all yours," he mumbles. your begging makes him lightheaded as he lines himself up at your weeping cunt.

"i'm all yours."

when he sinks in deep to the hilt, you cry out at the fullness, as his tip pushes the spot inside you that had been feeling so lonely for years. your hands finds themselves against his back, feeling for his tight muscles.

"shit- 'm gonna lose my mind," sukuna groans as he gives a few shallow thrusts into you, cock so hard and throbbing wildly as your plush walls clamp on him and coats him with your arousal. he grabs one of your hands from his back and interlocks his fingers with yours against the mattress, before leaning down to bring his lips against the side of your neck.

"oh, thank god... thank god, you changed your mind. i love you. i would've been so fucking miserable without you, doll. for the rest of my life," he croons, breath fanning so close to your ear. you shudder at the tone of his voice, tearing up again, mixed with pleasure and relief, and you grab his hand tighter.

you turn your head a little more to the side, making it easier for sukuna to bite and suck on the sensitive skin of your neck, as his thrusts increase in speed, nudging your g-spot with every movement.

soon enough, he's bringing his attention back to your tongue, which he caresses with his own, nibbling on your lower lip, maintaining this same perfect pace in his thrusts that brings you closer to your orgasm.

"sukuna- i'm- i'm gonna-" you say breathlessly.

but he merely kisses you again, swallowing up any words you could say or moans you could let out, not minding the gasps and whimpers that you make.

sweat beads on his perfect body, and he makes out with you through your high, groaning back when he feels your walls flutter around him. he's close. even once you've finished cumming, he begins to pound into you quicker, wanting to get to his own orgasm. you claw at his back, crying out in pleasure, as sukuna's tongue lathers your jawline.

he wants to breed you so fucking bad. but no, that'll have to wait. he can't do something to jeopardize your trust in him. he'd rather die than endure another second of being distanced from you again.

right before he's pushed off the edge, sukuna pulls out and desperately jerks himself off above your stomach, panting as his cock throbs in his hand with every spurt that coats you, feeling so hot against your tummy.

you feel a twinge of disappointment, because you also wanted to feel that in your womb...

his dick twitches weakly after being spent, and he breathes heavily, liking the sight of you being covered in his seed for another time. (and many more from now.)

" 'kuna... it's a safe day for me today," you suggest to him without thinking. "i want it inside me..."

the phrase is enough to get heat pooling in his abdomen, and he feels himself get hard all over again.

"you sure, doll? if it's what you want, i'll..." he begins to say, almost flustered by your suggestion. you know you shouldn't say this next line, but it's so easy to get carried away with this man... get caught up in the heat of the moment.

"i want your babies so bad."

you've hit his switch. sukuna growls and puts you into a mating press instantaneously, making you squeak.

"no takebacks," he mutters dangerously, beginning the second round.

the night is long, but heavenly, as soon after he dumps everything he has into your womb, then proceeds to eat you out, making you cry for the third time before sunrise.

when you're awake, it's already heading past midday, and you're relieved to see that yesterday's happenings were not a dream, seeing as the large man is sleeping with an iron hold around your body, as if subconsciously afraid you'd leave him before he woke up again.

he awakens from his slumber to your light, feathery touches on his face, which puts him in a good mood from the moment he opens an eye. it was the scenario he's always dreamed of. waking up next to you, smiling.

there's much to talk about. about what's to come next, future plans, worries, and things they need to do to make amends for all the lost years between each other. but you decide to take things slow.

back to bullet points again bc im lazy to write it properly now

you spend the weekend w him at the hotel and stuff, just playing eating and sleeping, catching up yk

he tells you on his own accord that he wants to let everyone know that he's with you now, but he's worried that it'll bring backlash to you but you tell him you're going to be brave and take it, bc you WANT everyone to know

anyway prepare for turbulence

but everything'll be alright bc hes with you

im thinking about how mopey he'll be when you have to separate from him bc you each have your own homes rn, hes always asking you to come over or if he can come over to your place

and he'll be begging you to move in soon, like old times (he lives in a rich man house now tho)

and also thinking about how its a fresh start, but they also go through old memories and now reminiscing isnt painful anymore bc yall are back together

sukuna also says he's stopped doing romance genres in acting bc he had felt annoyed acting in lovey dovey scenes when his own love life used to be in shambles all the time

and bc hes at a point in his career where he has more choice in choosing between scripts that are offered to him, he's going to continue to decline the ones that have love interests, it doesnt affect him that much anyway

he's just being more considerate of your feelings now... and you promised him that you'll never just disappear like that again when you're upset haha...

sometimes when you still have a few disagreements with him, he keeps subtly checking up on you (hes traumatised, leave him be)

lots of facetiming when he has to go overseas for filming purposes <3

okay, thats all, bye <3

Masterlist

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #poe answers

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chaifootsteps · 2 months ago

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Hello Chai! This is an observation I made as a native Japanese speaker in both Japanese and English speaking fandoms. (I’m posting this in your anon ask box since your account seems like a safe place.) (Do note that what I say might be biased, and that this is just a tendency.) Seeing all the discussions about shipping/fandoms made me want to jot down some stuff I’ve noticed.

I’ve come to notice that Japanese fandoms tend to care less about the political/social implications of things, as I’ve seen some popular ships (that even get Doujinshi events of their own) be stuff that would swiftly land you on a Tumblr blocklist here. (Aka the so-called “proship”s) This might have relations with how people are less engaged in politics than, say the United States. To quote the article “Democratic Erosion in Japan: A Silent Crisis”: (URL: https://democratic-erosion.org/2025/02/14/democratic-erosion-in-japan-a-silent-crisis/)

“For decades, Japanese citizens have neglected their responsibility as active participants in a democracy. Many perceive politicians as VIPs—highly educated individuals who should be respected and entrusted with decision-making. Meanwhile, ordinary people see themselves as “lesser commoners” who “don’t know any better” and should refrain from questioning authority.”

Although these two things might have no correlation, it is still interesting. However, this also means Japanese fandoms tend to know to separate IRL morality from the fiction morality, and practice the “Don’t Like Don’t Read” mantra well. (At least older fans tend to follow that.)

Meanwhile, I think the English speaking side of fandom can be more political. I’ve seen many people use their fandom engagement as a way to spread awareness of IRL stuff like for Palestine, or for Pride. However, I see people in English speaking fandoms trying to equate IRL morality with fictional morality which is not always an equal. This leads to people bashing one another and acting just like “puritans”.

I’ve read this article “THE PURITANICAL EYE: HYPER-MEDIATION, SEX ON FILM, AND THE DISAVOWAL OF DESIRE” (URL: https://specchioscuro.it/the-puritanical-eye-hyper-mediation-sex-on-film-and-the-disavowal-of-desire/?utm_campaign=mb&utm_medium=newsletter&utm_source=morning_brew) discussing if this could be coming from people seeing entertainment as their only way to show morality due to late stage capitalism. To quote (too much):

“The current state of cultural and material decline plays an important role in the shift toward Puritanism in media and art, in consumer appetite, and in the political posture of the State. That is to say, with the compounding crises we are bombarded with (everything from climate disaster to rampant racialized police violence to genocide) as a part of our daily lives under late capitalism, the need for escape, and indeed, the need for that escape to be completely unchallenging and non-confrontational, has become imperative. Moreover, as control over our own material realities becomes less and less feasible, the last lone place we believe we can exercise agency is within the landscape of that which we consume. This has resulted in the consuming public approaching all media and art with a moral imperative — that which we consume must be perfectly virtuous, sanitized of all problematic or complicated ideas and depictions, because it has become the stand-in for our very realities, our very political action as citizens; consuming has become our praxis.”

Once again, I might be making BS correlations, but this seems like something that is worth pointing out. Not saying which is more morally superior, but I think there are things that each fandom can learn from. Also this might lead to less misunderstandings between each fandom.

(Note: this Fanlore article kinda explains the situation fairly well from multiple cultural perspectives. https://fanlore.org/wiki/Must-know_for_Japanese_fandom:the_meaning_of%22proship%22_and_the_concept_of_%22proshippers%22_in_Western_fandom)

Sorry for the long ask. Hope you have a great day/evening!

Thanks for the info, Anon! This was interesting, and it's definitely always seemed to me like Japanese fandom culture -- whether it's due to people not being as plugged in politically or just a bigger distinction between fiction and reality -- is a lot more laid back. Also, I'm behind the curb and had no idea the term you guys coined for anti-shipping was "feelings yakuza," but I love it.

I think it would be one thing if western fandom culture traded that more old school approach to fandom for everyone being hyper-political all the time actually resulted in a better political situation and a better life for us, but it hasn't. Neither side of the globe is enjoying an Omelas-esque utopia because of their approach to fiction, the world still sucks, and the glaciers are still melting.

#Anonymous #fandom culture #actual blog post

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whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst · 8 months ago

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Work Emails from Beyond Evil: Wherein Han Juwon Does Battle With Social Media

(Be sure to check out his efforts on Reddit, too)

To: Oh Jihoon

Subject Heading: Regarding Your Request for Me to Contribute to The Manyang Police Station’s Instagram, as Indicated Through a Series of Unsubtle Hints During the Team Dinner We Attended Yesterday

No.

Regards,

Han Juwon

To: Lee Dongsik

Subject Heading: I am Twenty-Seven Years of Age and It is Normal For Me to Have Social Media. Why Do YOU Have Twitter? To Follow People??

1.) Kwon Hyuk set it up for me so that I would be “social in some sense at least,” as he put it.

2.) I have no other investment in this Musk character, his products, or his actions. It is not my business why I have been refused verification here, verification that you somehow received with ease. Certainly it cannot be related to the content of your page. It does not bother me.

3.) It is my understanding that this website is meant to foster relations between disparate individuals, but I see that despite sending multiple DMs to me this afternoon, several of which could be construed as workplace harassment, you have somehow neglected to follow me back on Twitter. Kindly amend the situation at your earliest convenience to balance things out.

4.) I do not appreciate the familiarity indicated in what I suspect are so-called “subtweets” about my physicality.

(Just a quick addendum: Twitter will falsely claim I recently *liked* a tweet of yours from several years ago. This was entirely a computer error and anyway unintentional. Disregard.)

Regards,

Han Juwon

To: Park Jeongje

Subject Heading: What is a Tumblr? Why do I have a “fan page” on there?

Delete this website immediately. While I admire your artwork and agreed to start an account to see more, the “feed” you and Yoo Jaeyi set up keeps suggesting strange things. I don’t recognize the term keysmash, the concept of a stan account is disturbing and potentially dangerous, and above all, I am quite sure Officer Lee Dongsik and I have never been, um, positioned in relation to each other in the physical ways that have been written and illustrated throughout the depths of this pornographic and nihilistically perky hellscape. I have no interest in being featured in someone’s “moodboard,” and the moment I discovered Lee Dongsik not only has an account here but also reblogged a number of these images with *comments*, I reported him to the site for indecency.

Tl;dr: If I see one more bloody picture of myself in a flower crown, the next post on your page will be a memorial for you. Am I clear?

(I will, however, need you to forward me any future posts that you see about myself and Officer Lee. I am compiling a folder of such materials, so I can take them to court if need be.)

Regards,

Han Juwon

To: Chief Nam

Subject Heading: Why I Will Not Be Your Facebook Friend Anymore

Dear Chief,

Thank you for your thoughtful gesture in sending me a “poke,” which I have been informed is the equivalent of waving hello.

However.

My Facebook account exists entirely for the purpose of catching criminal activity on this increasingly criminal-ridden website. You can see, then, why your incessant frequent posts and reposts about puppies falling asleep in baskets, lake fishing tips, and soju reviews are taking up space in a “feed” that is essentially another online workspace for me, and this is why I must regrettably end our Facebook friendship.

Please stop recommending *friends* for me as well. I think you know why.

Regards,

Han Juwon

To Kwon Hyuk

Subject Heading: Disappointment (re: you)

Hyung,

I implore you to cease and desist sending me Pinterest boards with ideas for my summer wardrobe (your opinions are wrong, incidentally, see my four follow-up emails explaining why). When you first proposed setting up an account for me, I thought it would be a murder board a board to brainstorm intelligent ideas. Instead I am inundated by “inspirational quotes” that are uninspired, derivative, and largely mis-attributed. Furthermore, many links are broken, suggesting issues with the site—for example, there is an error page if you click on ”How To Know What He’s Thinking About You,” which I attempted to access for research purposes.

That being said, I do appreciate the minimalism aesthetic pins and their creators. Very tidy. Send more of those.

Regards,

Han Juwon

To: Manyang Police Station

Subject Heading: I Reject TikTok “Fame”

Firstly, I did not consent to be filmed in a series called “Storytime: my coworker is a hot mess.”

Secondly, the tutorial I gave Hwang Gwangyoung in specific English phrases he asked about was intended to be educational. The music that you added was unnecessarily sexual.

Finally, at NO point did I consent for Oh Jihwa and Oh Jihoon to do a choreographed dance to Lil Wayne’s song “Mrs. Officer” in the courtroom while I was being arrested by Lee Dongsik in the background of the video.

Needless to say, if I could arrest all of you, I would.

Regards,

Han Juwon

#whomst #beyond evil #jwds #han juwon #he’s trying his worst

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studywithtarun · 6 months ago

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Declutter and Reset for 2024

Every new year we create this wall filled with hope and joy creating impossible goals and tend to fall behind very quickly, so here in this post I am going to share my methods to avoid this very exact incident repeat this year.

Goals :

Goals are most important step to create a perfect and productive year, unfortunately the most neglected every guide somehow skips this and hence here I am sharing the write way to create your goals!

Instead of impossible goals we have to create possible chunks of impossible goal, for example instead of lose 12 kg this year instead try to break it as lose at minimum half a kg a month for first 4 months then increase difficulty because no complex action can be achieved in sudden efforts.

Checkpoints :

Try setting up a checkpoint system it works like a cross balance and reminds you of where you stand from your goal.

For example : for me it is like my first check points is in April 14 ( Tamil new year) then September 2 ( Onam) December 13 ( Karthikai) so these are other festivities which I use as a checkpoint. Create a similar setup according to your belief system or holiday system🤗

A partner :

Now to keep you in track set up a trust system in which you select a group of people to check after your progress you can do the same to them so it creates a good structure.

You can use your family ( parents or siblings) please don’t use very close friends both why must screw away with both forgetting initial plans ( cause it happened with me 😭) and you can also use Tumblr as a partner just post and use a tag #1stepcloser so I can also look and motivate myself to keep going 😓

Plan :

Just having goals is not going to help us but a workable plan distributing work thought year and one that you can actually follow and take benefit of is what you need.

Let’s be frank here you as well as me can’t follow a schedule every studytuber or studygram communities throw at us they are edited as no actual living normal human can follow it so create on that suites you ( try using AI like ChatGPT to form your schedule and I am saying it works like magic)

Analyse and Rebrand:

Believe me rebranding doesn’t just mean changing goals routines etc it your social media along with friend circle.

First identify friends who are pulling you down the ones who are using you and social media creators who are wasting your golden time

Remove them from preferences from your social media settings, break the friendships that are one sided that are hurting you emotionally and financially

Now what I wrote sounds intense but it is all required because all this create your personality and true rebranding can happen when wrong influences don’t deviate your focus! So it your turn to work a way to detangle yourself from drama and try to achieve your max capabilities.

Try new stuff :

Try new stuff, hobbies anything that is new and can build a better portfolio or can increase your focus etc.

Don’t hesitate because unless you try you might never know how to fells after doing it. For example I first hesitated to post in Tumblr I had account for a 3 month by then but did note dare to start posting yet now when I post I feel better in a way I know that my work is helping someone and also I used Tumblr to vent some anger that helped my very much so ya try try try

The post is going too long so we will continue this topic in another post also please check out this template just designed to do whatever I just said above it is completely free - https://stwtarun.gumroad.com/l/ultimate-new-year-kit?layout=profile

Byeee besties

Your study buddy

Tarun

#study #study aesthetic #study blog #study motivation #studyblr #study notes #studyinspo #studyholic #studyspo #study study study #study tips #new year #decluttering #rebranding

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sturnmeovr · 5 months ago

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facts ab Brat? like you did with Sweetheart. I love your writing💕

Tysm!! <3

♡‧₊˚ A few facts about Brat

♡ She's a daddy's girl. Completely spoiled by her father; she's very financially dependent on him. He pays half of her bills because he doesn't want to see his only child struggle. He gives her money for whatever she needs, whether it be for groceries or biweekly nail and lash appointments.

♡ Brat is very much an ambivert. She loves being alone, but she also loves going out to party with her friend group on the weekends. Having a big friend group comes with lots of invites to nights out on the town, girls' nights, birthday parties, etc.

♡ Her mom left at a young age and started another family. It has and always will take a huge toll on Brat. She often wonders why her mom never chose to keep in contact or why she decided to split and have two other kids, raising them their whole lives unlike her. She'll find herself searching up their social media accounts, zooming in on their faces, and shedding a few tears – she wonders if her half siblings know about her or if they care.

♡ Brat would pick her cat, Wendy, over anyone, any day, at any time. Wendy is the sole reason why she's still breathing.

♡ Brat is pretty wise with her tongue, in many ways. She's always been one to talk herself out of trouble. She'd talk her way out of timeouts as a kid, detentions as a teen, and speed tickets as an adult. Its like a hidden talent.

♡ Her sex appeal goes crazy. It makes such a mark in her personality, she carries it with her everywhere she goes, even if she doesn't mean to. She's always getting intense stares from random men, choking the most attractive ones up on their words when they spoke to her. Brat works from home, selling house insurance, and her seductive charm is so profound, its easily identifiable over the phone. It always reeled her in more clientele and pushed her number thru the roof.

♡ Even though her dad spoils her rotten financially. He has always neglected her mentally and emotionally. She never got the father that spent time with her or showed any interest in her life; he was always too busy working.

♡ Brat has a bad habit of being too guarded. Matt tries so hard to break her walls down, the moment he does, she's always quick to put them back up as soon as he says or does the wrong thing. It's exhausting for the both of them.

(Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader Masterlist is currently in the works, along with a new fic)

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cocomuffy · 5 months ago

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Update on the Wicked Social Media AU

inspired by @lucinfernos' arcane content creator au, please go and check it out! <3

So uhh my AO3 account is not going to be accepted until Valentine's day ☠️

I'm going to try to get the paintings done and posted before that. But, for the meantime, here's a little taste of chapter one:

Galinda went back to scrolling, not really paying attention as Fiyero listed off a few more names. She didn’t really recognize any of them. She knew that most of her fashion friends were going to fashion school instead of majoring in sorcery at a prestigious university. She wished she did. She didn’t like to not have… well… minions was a bad term. Friends. The kind of friends that followed you around and helped you out when you needed it.

She really wasn’t finding much on YouTube either. There were a few that had already graduated, a few that just… didn’t look interesting, and a few that she just neglected to mention because she found them unremarkable. But then her eye caught on some video:

Move In To Shiz University With Me!

It was a fairly unremarkable title. Fairly unremarkable concept. But… the girl was green. Fully green. She didn’t know how to feel. A part of her felt revolted. Another part of her didn’t like that she felt revolted and reminded her that she didn’t want to be shallow. Another part of her was just asked… How can someone be green?

She turned her computer to Fiyero, raising an eyebrow.

His eyes lit up. “WickedlyRighteous? Elphaba Thropp?” He clicked on the video to confirm. “She’s coming to Shiz? This is awesome.”

Galinda wanted to hear him call her awesome…

“What does Elphaba do?” She asked.

Fiyero clicked onto her channel, showing Galinda. “Politics, books, and video essays. It’s really thought-provoking stuff. I recommend it.”

Galinda tried to hide the simper that was threatening to rise on her face. Booky stuff. She didn’t have that large of a following compared to her, and she wasn’t in the same niche. Galinda could probably make the argument that they didn’t reach out to her, but then she looked at the elation in Fiyero’s eyes and–

"Do you want to contact her?"

#gelphie #gliyeraba #wicked #galinda upland #fiyero tigelaar #elphaba thropp #angelo's wicked ccau #fanfic teaser

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verdemoun · 1 year ago

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How's timewarp Javier doing? I just know bro spawns and is absolutely and has no idea what the hell is happening. One moment he's in Mexico being hung and then the next he's spawned in the middle of a busy road. Feel like he'd be extremely happy to know the gang was mostly all back together cause I feel the fall hit him really hard (Dutch got some serious explaining to do). Maybe he even starts picking playing guitar back up.

Feel like he'd be enamored by YouTube aswell. Learned about it and the family tv's YouTube acc is filled with the most crazy recommended videos. Maybe he even starts making his own videos, maybe mostly about fishing, maybe a bit of blog style shit. Finds dude perfect and gets everyone else into it. (Let this man bottle flip)

TIMEWARP JAVIER MY BELOVED

☺

I am so sorry but in timewarp canon john was the one who killed javier. he was captured alive but through all the insults and forced laughter to hide the fact he was almost crying john would realise that shooting javier himself was kinder than handing him to the bureau alive to be tortured and executed in an american prison. and javier was terrified of being handed over to the us governemnt alive. when john turned the gun on him he was pretty much at peace with it (For each man kills the thing he loves)

going from being in a cell in el presidio to laying on the ground in the middle of a bustling market would have been more frightening than realising john was about to shoot him but before he can even look around arthur's there offering him a hand

the impact on javier bless. looking around and seeing the gang waiting for him but they've aged arthur's starting to go gray and sean and lenny are in their 30s javier would've immediately started bawling and hugging them all

unlike most of the rdr1 gang javier is extremely willing to just block out everything that happened after 1899 because it was a really dark time for him he just wants his gang back. he's genuinely sorry for not siding with arthur in beaver hollow because of course turned out arthur was right dutch went so far off the deep end even though javier still valued loyalty dutch didn't anymore

he would be pretty self conscious about his appearance for a bit because everyone else seems to have got a modern day glow up meanwhile he's been cutting his hair with blunt scissors for years and neglecting himself a lot

his love affair with youtube starts hair care and skin care routines he will buy every product beautiful men promote on their channels. he grows his hair back out and is much more interested in fashion than the rest of the boys give him a month and he's roasting arthur for walking around in ratty oversized shirts covered in motor oil

kieran and javier sprawled on the couch doomscrolling through youtube with exfoliating face masks on. dark media iceberg specialists but also tiktok compilations.

when he gets his first phone javier opens an account on every social media and his content is just a mess sometimes it's memey bottle flip and rube goldberg ping pong ball videos sometimes it's self care stuff sometimes it's just a clip of him ranting in spanish about 'authentic' mexican food or really awkward 'look at this fish i caught' photos and he jumps between socials so sporadically he doesn't really have a following but molly would like all his stuff

javier getting a guitar again would be such a big deal but also so understated like one of the gang would've just got him one because it's javier of course he needs a guitar and javier just holds it for a second because it's the first time he'd held a guitar since beaver hollow. he lost his guitar in the raid and never had a reason to play so he didn't get another one. but it would feel so right to be sitting in the living room with a guitar in his hands while sean excitedly asks him to play something he'd just laugh and start back with old campfire songs and everyone gets to sing along like the proper good old days. processing trauma through symbolism speedrun

javier and kieran would be the two that never move out of the matthews' house or get jobs. kieran just wasn't built for living alone but for javier it's like he just got the gang back he still desperately needs that connection. he's also a notorious couch surfer he will rock up at someone's place and stay for a few days because just he missed them and he's always welcome. he also somehow gets the title of go-to babysitter kids love him like yay tio javier is here we're gonna paint his nails

#rdr2 timewarp au #javier escuella

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okifyouinsist · 8 months ago

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tagged by @killerandhealerqueen (i just keep forgetting abt this one SIGH but i have free time rn and im committed)

1. why did you choose your url?

growing up, i just wasn't a social media girl purely bc of the fact that my parents were super strict and I assumed they wouldn't allow me to have it and I just never really saw the appeal anyways. Then later a few friends basically forced me to make my first account and because i wasn't very creative and thought i was the funniest bitch ever i made my first user 'ifyouinsist' and it just kinda stuck ig

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

nope. i fear if i had a sideblog id end up neglecting it and forget abt it or make it my new main blog and neglect this blog and this blog is literally my baby

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

well i've had an account since like end of 2019, beginning of 2020???? (im pretty sure) i didnt like use my account tho i just had it to look at other ppls blogs not my own, i only acc recently made up my blog up properly and started posting this year when it was like 2 am and i was on holiday to visit my home country and my mum and my aunts were gossiping and i was like whatever who tf cares how late i am to a fandom and the rest was history

4. do you have a queue tag?

nope, my drafts are a terrifying place and if they ever saw light id die

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

to reblog pretty art and to compliment writers on ao3 AND on tumblr bc they deserve everything and more

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

logan sargeant. need i say any more???? hes my bsf in spirit

7. why did you choose your header?

loscar. LOSCAR. loscar. i am very much totally normal abt them i swear (lying through my teeth rn). they're just my everything unfortunately and sometimes i like to say the fist bump is their version of intertwining their fingers together

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

ik this bc it was the first i myself made and it was abt loscar obviously and i thought i was SO funny (im not) and its lowk still such a flop post but its MY flop post so here it is :)

9. how many mutuals do you have?

idk man im shy (scared of rejection) so i dont have a lot, like genuinely let me go see acc, oh ig its me and my 14 moots against the world i love you guys fr

10. how many followers do you have?

BYE my 26 followers are my 4 lifers fr (im such a flop this is hilarious)

11. how many people do you follow?

37 (sigh need to follow more ppl RN)

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

im gonna be so real idk what defines as a shit post but most probably yeah

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

idk im acc really inconsistent like ill be MIA for 2 whole days and the next week ill be on tumblr like for most of my day when i can its very confusing like today ive not been on it a lot im academically locking in and all that

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

ummm no. like. if i see someone i follow getting hate ill send them a supportive ask and then at the end of it be like anon ur such a loser get a life but other than that. nope.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

im very much neutral abt them, like idc if i need to reblog it yk if i want to i will if i dont then i wont

16. do you like tag games?

YES (said in a very normal voice)

17. do you like ask games

YES. i love getting asks id cry if someone sent an ask (i have one rotting away from a moot rn i WILL answer it i swear)

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

can i say all my moots. i wanna say all my moots they're all famous in my eyes guys, i start tagging its gonna end with all my moots being tagged but like @killerandhealerqueen and @dwarvenchords were the first 2 ppl to come to my mind theyre both just the coolest fr

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

nah. i have FRIEND crushes on literally all of them tho. wanna be their friends SO bad

20. what is the last song you listened to?

Mamichula- Bizarrap

21. what are you currently watching?

in my docuseries era rn watching breakpoint (STILL)(i only have time on the weekends rn SIGH)

22. sweet/ savoury/ spicy?

sweet. im such a 'lets skip the dinner and just get dessert' kinda girl

23. what is your current relationship status?

this is SUCH a complicated question to answer but heavily leaning more towards single

24. what is your current obsession?

sports. like just sports in general. like ive always been a casual fan of sports but i never used to take a deep dive into it but this year i decided to dive, and i dived VERY deep, so like motorsports, tennis, football, cricket, trying to get into hocky rn im collecting them atp. also. documentaries. like when i get time ill be binge watching like 5 documentaries i just love them sm

25. what are nine albums/ songs you've been listening to lately?

wish i could tell you fr, i mean, rn im re listening to SOUR by Olivia Rodriguez AGAIN bc thats the way my life is going SIGH, Olivia is my favourite basic artist fr, nothing compares to listening to SOUR for the first time in 2021

ANYWAYS, thanks again for the tag i really appreciate it, im gonna tag @ezisregrettinglifedecisions @fabeong @whatssthepooiintt

#tag game #these are so fun im such a yapper #i love talking abt myself #sass i really appreciate u tagging me it means the world to me fr #also punctuation who????#need to fix up so bad im so bad at typing with punctuation this is AWFUL

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jorisjurgen · 1 month ago

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What made you start shipping Joris, Atcham and Kerub? /genq

Ok this might sound insane but to answer this I need to start with 2015-2018 and talk about 5-6 other fandoms. uh ohhh.

2015-2019

At this moment, my main fandom is Undertale and Homestuck, with fluctuations between both. Me and my mutuals get heavily harassed, and some of us get doxxing threats from the harassment group consisting of illiterate fuckers making up the majority of UT fandom, and our ships get the good old incestjacketing treatment ("umm theyre actually adoptive siblings and found family in my headcanon. You can't ship that"). Multiple people quit the internet or delete all social media due to the death threats. One person stops posting in english and moves solely to Japanese UT fandom. Many accounts are wiped.

At this moment, despite my personal hate (I HATED THEM SO MUCH... LMAO. I wonder what past me would think...) for incest shippers in HS fandom, I think to myself "if even people who ship unrelated characters get hate for shipping them & portraying a character not as Good but as morally gray get attacked like this and can't stop it, I feel bad for people who actually ship problematic things. I don't think people who ship amoral things deserve the treatment me and my friends went through. They're easy to avoid and aren't hurting real people... Unlike some."

It... idk, it's silly, but it really affected how I view fandoms. I think about it a lot I guess. Idk.

Sometime during this time I first watch W4kfu. D0fus becomes my comfort media and I relate a lot to Joris. #neglected by parents squad. Lmao

2022-2023

A lot of things happen at the same time: i get back into UT fandom and become mutuals with multiple people in the same circles that I used to be in. I meet two mutuals, one of them being Egg. They were also veterans of this bullshit discourse. Me and Egg quickly discovered we shared multiple fandoms and had the exact same favorite characters and the exact same, similarly unpopular takes, besides our UT fandom trauma. (Liking Lisa Armstrong from Lisa the Painful, liking Pink Diamond from SU...)

Egg got me into Kingdom Hearts, where my main ship was problematic. At this point, I started using twitter to follow & see content by Japanese fans of UT and KH because they were the only ones who liked the same ships I do and weren't going to tell me to kill myself again ufuxjsndd. (And also because the ship I got into used to be popular, but then all of it's English speaking fans were bullied out of fandom, besides a small community on Twitter. Which I quickly became part of.)

These KH fans included incest shippers among them. Which was still a big squick for me. But I chugged along bc I'm not the one to judge.

In return, I got my friend Egg into Wakfu, because I thought they may enjoy it. And they did. During my rewatch something evil happens and I realize how deeply Insane and Fucked it is that Joris just lives for 600 years with his dad, who might not even remember him. A kafkaesque Metamorphosis occurs one night when, I shit you not, I spontaneously burst into tears while falling asleep because of thinking about how sad Joris must be. My friend egg ends up being a Qilbynome shipper & biiiig fan of Amalia by the end of their watch and they dgaf about Joris. 😭🥀 Egg plants in my head the seeds of "immortality corrupts people" concept with their Qilbynome posting.

At some point, I see another mutual from the same UT fandom circle begin sharing a lot of analysis posts about Hunter from toh being a victim of "covert/emotional incest". I research it, because I feel like this might fit what I think Joris's main issue is. And it does fit. I begin reading other analysis posts by the same person, and see that they ship Hunter and Belos, basing the whole thing off their own childhood experiences. I think "I wonder how they post fics about their experiences so bravely. without being afraid that people are going to go to their comments to tell them they're the proof that all victims eventually become pedophiles and that they should slit their wrists. I want to write this bravely too... like, about my neglect, and other dark topics... something as affecting and honest."

Sometime during this, I write Hocus-Pocus. Egg proofreads it. The entire concept of the fic is that Keke is woefully mentally ill, unequipped to be a parent, and treats Joris as a surrogate sibling/bestie/parent/wife which is fucking with Joris's self-perception in unfixable ways, which Keke isn't getting or seeing or acknowledging.

At this point, I am slowly going insane from having nobody to talk to about these characters and start to try and psiop my KH mutuals into watching D0fus via post-ironic incestposting. It turns out, however, that you can only make so many postironic posts before you start to suspect you're no longer being ironic or edgy.

At this point the "not platonic, not romantic, but a secret, eviler thing" phase started. I didn't want them to be in a romantic relationship (STILL DON'T, for the most part. I largely just like to think about Joris's unrequited feelings), or saw them in a sexual way (this has changed 🥀).

Amidst my slow freakout, Fragile Handle With Care is born. It is a platonic fic, but Joris having incestuous intrusive thoughts is a core part of its plot. I did my utmost to portray in a realistically twisted, mentally ill, sad way.

I was sure that I would get death threats or doxxing threats or suicide bait after posting it, but uhhhh... I gained multiple mutuals,,, in this fandom,,,, instead. Which was cool but scary. I wondered what any of them thought of the failed kiss scene but elected not to ask. 😭

2023-2024

I meet some cool people. I make my dofus blog because I really want to yap about my more "sane" ideas. I finally tell some mutuals in this fandom about my more insane takes, and we begin brainstorming even MORE insane ideas. I decide that, having drawn &written them sucking and fucking AND having imagined them kissing and cuddling in their sleep to calm myself while sad probably counts as shipping even if I don't want it to actually happen and think it's mostly OOC, and come to peace with it.

(Romanticizing fictional family bonds is like crack cocaine when you have BPD & your parents didn't like feed or clean you enough as a child it turns out. 🥀😭 )

Learning about W4ven and Joris's war crimes does smth to my brain and I think "of course you'd do warcrimes. stupid dadfucker."

Slowly begin crashing out with paranoid thoughts that my takes are extremely obvious. Its exacerbated by the general uhhh. Well you know how this fandom is and what its dramas are like, lmao. I stop following most of my KH mutuals because I get so scared that some big name fans might make a google doc about me being an evil and fucked up person. Then I stop using twitter altogether. Then I see drama leak here too and get even more scared. (I don't.... Uhh... Give a shit about kr0smoz fandom drama, btw. Other peoples beef is literally none of my business. Dont bother me about it anymore. i beg.)

Then, in a quick succession, I

1. Implied I want to be a part of an anti-harassment server about kr0smoz too obviously and got called a pedophile for it. And that person then said that all russian people are pedophiles? I think it was someone really mentally ill lmao.

2. Something really bad happened in another fandom.

It all kinda... made me lose my last shreds of hope in any sort of respect or coexistence with people who are just going to call me a pedophile or an abuser for making art? And I felt like it was a matter of time until someone hated me enough to do something to me. So i decided to give up and make people hate me with my own two hands — instead of giving ppl the satisfaction of bringing me down, I made this satisfaction mine only. Ufjdjsj

I hadn't had any hate mail on except that singular ask, but I'm sure a lot of people dislike me quietly now. That's fine by me. I'm so much happier now lmao & I'm doing my part by tagging it.

#ro.txt #crepincest

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octoqueen10 · 11 months ago

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Daphne's First Social Media

TW:self doubt, negative self talk

(This is going to be a multipart series of Daphne learning her relationship with the internet)

(I know the timeframes could be off but bear with me for the sake of the plot)

Daphne wasn’t good at anything. She wasn’t strong like Jason or smart like Stephanie or fast like Jessica or creative like Fiona or anything. She was just average at best, forgettable at worst. The only positive thing anyone ever seemed to have to say about her was how pretty she was and her parents were so incredible. She knew, even in seventh grade, that she was destined to be another forgettable wannabe who died alone. There was nothing she could do about it except to wait for the inevitable to happen.

Then something unexpected happened. People started talking about these new ways to connect, through social media and short form content. Daphne always knew social media existed, but never really put any weight behind it. Her parents didn’t really use social media to promote themselves, and neither did most of the truly rich and famous people she knew. Then she researched how much money and fame people could get on a 30 second video. If somebody was determined, they could become a millionaire. The one thing Daphne had in spades was determination, so she figured it would be harmless and made a video, low quality and effort with 0 thought put into it, and went to bed. It was a travel video, something Daphne would become known for and was very simplistic.

When she woke up, the video had 18 views. 18 people had seen her video. She was instantly obsessed with the idea and began to create more and more content, eventually going viral after 3 months, with 7 million people viewing her video. She neglected everything else in her life, locking her mind on her social media and what people thought about her, changing who she was. She poured hours everyday into studying trends and changing herself and her content to fix these trends. Eventually, her account exploded with her having nearly three thousand followers by the end of her seventh grade year. She may not be strong or smart or fast or creative but she could be what she always wanted to be. Famous. Nothing else mattered. Her problems would disappear if she was famous and her stepmother and father would finally accept her for who she was, not who they wanted her to be. Fame is all that matters. Fame is the only thing that truly makes Daphne happy. Daphne is a failure without fame. Being famous would fix everything and finally make her lovable. Her family tried to reason with her but they couldn’t understand the need Daphne had to finally be somebody independent of her family for once. She had to be different or else she wasn’t special and maybe she really was worthless. Daphne placed her entire self worth into what strangers thought of her on the internet, what could go wrong?

#wild kratts #donita donata #self insert #dabio wild kratts #daphne donata #wild kratts oc #wild kratts villain #This girl shared EVERYTHING on the internet #she's gotten better at that though

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moonlightknightess · 1 year ago

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Heartbroken!Sasha is finally here!

It really came out longer than I expected 💀 and I can only blame my indecisive ass for it 😭 As I mentioned before, this is just the first part of a two-shot fic (initially 3 parts long but sticking to two now), mostly introduction + a small taste I have in store for part 2 👀 Hope you enjoy!

- 2 years! - Her throat hurts with soreness, her eyes stung with sadness, her nose leaking snot until Mikasa handed her a tissue - I spent the last 2 years of my life trying to build a future for him! For us! And this is how he repaid me!? By fucking some whore on my damn bed!? -

It was already bad enough how Niccolo neglected her months before her discovery, the once sweet guy who used to wake her up with breakfast in bed was now a coldhearted douche that only acknowledged her existence when he needed something from her

She should have trusted her gut right when it started to show her all the weird signs, several red flags manifested in the form of late-night homecomings and new passwords for personal social media accounts and phones of his she used to be able to check freely, ignored for the sake of their already crippled relationship, wishing it was all in her mind and that it was just a matter of time before they went back to the normalcy they used to love so much

– I’m so sorry, Sasha - Her soothing hand rubbing on her back alleviates the ache in her heart at least a little. - I… don’t know what to think… I would have never expected him to pull out something like on you -

She can’t blame her for that, she herself doesn’t know what to make out of this fiasco either, she was supposed to come back home early after an uneventful day at work and chill out the rest of the night alongside him. She only found out about this because of mere luck and no more.

It must have been crazy from her point of view, being called by her best friend and only hearing her erratic voice on the other end, begging her to come and pick her up as she shouted and screamed at several unknown individuals

By the time she arrived at her rescue along with his boyfriend Eren in his car, the shit show was already on its grand finale. with a Niccolo barely clothed holding her from running away, begging her to “talk things out” and a red-faced Sasha fighting tooth and nail to get away from him, berating his whole existence as she did so, his mistress hiding in the apartment several floors up from the reception where they were

It took Eren threatening him to beat the shit out of him to let her go for once. hurrying quickly to his car and parting away from a chapter of her life she wished it ended in a more positive note.

- It doesn’t matter - Sasha says, voice watery as she cleans her nose with yet another tissue, tossing it on the carpet of the car, stocking-pilling them on the floor - I couldn’t care less about him, or his stupid whore side chick! - her nostrils flared with anger as she got worked up, her hand holding a fist so tightly she could see her knuckles turning white - In fact, I couldn’t care less about men in general! They ain’t shit! On god! - … - No offense, Eren -

- None taken - He answered, making a left turn as he drove them home - Look, I know a couple of ways to kill somebody and get away with it, so if you-

She lets a small chuckle at his joke, Mikasa playfully chastising him for putting weird ideas in her mind

She lets her head rest on Mikasa, placing herself on the crock of her shoulder and her neck as she lets her keep rubbing soothing circles on her back, her own hand sneaking its way to hers and lacing them together, her breath calming when it meets the sweet scent of Mikasa’s perfume

Still, that doesn’t stop her eyes from breaking loose like a waterfall, her nose once again ugly-snotting and her facade finally crumbling as she feels Mikasa’s hand unknotting her ponytail, a sense of relief cursing through her scalp as she feels her hair free from its hold

- I loved him - She can’t help the tears staining Mikasa’s porcelain white skin, the hold on her hand growing harder and Mikasa holding back just as hard - I saw myself getting married to him in the future, having his kids in the future, and yet-

- Everything is going to be okay - Mikasa is firm in her words and yet soft to the touch, the hand that petted her hair now lifting her by the chin and holding her face up, her thumb erasing the trace of tears tarnishing her cheek and she makes her stare straight in the eyes - You are an amazing girl, Sasha. One with a love to share, and one that deserves even more - Mikasa rests her forehead against hers as she whispers to her heart, making it flutter with every word - Don’t let anyone make you believe otherwise -

She can’t help the smile that starts to form in the corner of her lips, her hands quickly trying to erase any hint of tears from her face as she feels renovated with sheer motivation

- You are right - She thanked her truthfully, getting lost in the void of her onyx eyes if only for a little - I’m so sorry you have to bear with me like this… I must have looked pathetic -

- You are not pathetic - Mikasa ensures - Why would you say that? -

- You know why - Sasha responds back - I mean, when compared to you, all this circus must have looked like a child's game to you… Like, here I am, losing my mind over my now ex-boyfriend fucking some skank, meanwhile, you two have an open relationship, and you don’t get bothered about each other seeing different people! Seriously, how!? -

She sometimes can’t believe that up to this day, these two have had this kind of arrangement for a while now, almost as long as her relationship with Niccolo lasted

Especially when in the first years she knew they have been dating, they seemed to have a clear case of jealousy for each other, arguing every other week

Straight out of a rom-com, if she must say.

- This and that are different, Sasha - She hears Eren respond after a short silence, meeting his gaze through the rear mirror, alternating between looking at her and looking at the road as he did so - Just because we are fine with each other having partners of the side, it doesn’t mean we are free to do as we please… Just like in monogamy, we got rules, it just happens that having other partners does not break any rule -

- I know that! - She says with mocking offense, she was well aware of how open relationships worked, she just wanted to make a comparison between her dilemma and their daily occurrence - But now that you mention it, what are your rules anyway? Like, the ones that dictate your other partners - She is genuinely curious about it

- There aren’t too many to be fair - He chuckles a little - Actually, It all boils down to letting the other one know who they are going out with and either approve it or not.. that and not letting ourselves get too emotionally attached with said partners -

It was simple enough, and yet it doesn’t really answer this particular question that has been plaguing her mind, one that just started to form the moment she officially got things done with Niccolo

- Huh? Thats all? - She turns her head in Mikasa’s direction, her face betraying no emotion as she just nods her head - What about… you know, close friends? Like, are they off limits or…? -

A pregnant silence forms the moment she blurted out those words, the air inside the car growing hotter as Sasha regrets little by little her words

- It depends - Erens responds, breaking the awkward quietness - We don’t really make a point of chasing anyone we both know so it doesn’t make things weird between us, but there can be exceptions -

- Oh god - Sasha gets taken aback, her mouth parted as she still processes those words - Does that mean you already did it with someone I know!? -

- Who knows!? - He makes a point of looking at her yet again through the rear mirror - Maybe you do, maybe you don’t! In fact, what makes you believe that it’s just me alone that did it? -

- So it was Mikasa!? -

- Again, who knows!? -

- You gotta tell me! -

- Nu-uh -

- Come on! You can’t just tell me something happened and then not tell me what happened -

- If you want to know so bad go as Mikasa then! -

As if on cue, the moment she turns in Mikasa’s direction she is already looking out into the window as if the dark fields of nothingness were pretty interesting to see

- Mikas-

- No -

- But whyyyyyy? - She is already pouting at this point

- Because you were not supposed to find out… no one, actually - She said as a matter of a fact - But some people can’t keep a secret even if their lives depended on it -

Eren just laughs harder at her stab

- I know how to keep a secret! - She begs - Gimme at least a hint so I can connect the dots! Anything! But please let me knoooow! -

Mikasa let out a sigh as she seems to reconsider her words, still staring out the window as she says - We had a threeway with Armin -

- Oh. My. God! - She screams way too loud, managing to startle Eren of the road for a little before he composes the car - Way to go, girl! - She gets her hand up as if waiting for a hi-five, accomplish it once Mikasa raises her own, a pink shade of blush and a small smile adorning her face as she did so - I didn’t know you were into guys tho, Eren! -

- I am not - He clarifies - I didn’t do anything with Armin, it was all about Mikasa, it was her birthday after all -

- Oww how sweet! - She can’t help but pinch his cheeks - You two are just making me jealous now! -

- Hey stop that! You are gonna get us off the road! -

- Alright alright! But for real though… It amazes me how unbothered you seem to be about all of this…-

- It's just a matter of getting used to it… Besides Armin is my best friend too so it wasn’t that hard to deal with -

- Yeah but still, it’s crazy… Do you really don’t mind people getting frisky with your girlfriend? -

- As long as I agree with it, then it's fine -

- … What about me though? -

- Huh? - Both of them answered, as if they meant to coordinate like that

- Like… - She can’t help herself, her mind racing 200 mph as she once again laces her fingers in Mikasa’s and rests her head above her chest, her mouth tickling her skin as she speaks - If I were to want to make out with Mikasa for being such a good friend and comforting me in my time of need, would you allow it? Would I… have your permission to do it? -

She can barely make sense of her behavior, let alone understand it. It’s not like she is intoxicated with any substance or she is suddenly having a mental breakdown regarding the current events so she has something to blame it on.

But if she had to guess, it would be the need to have something else to occupy her mind, to try to remove today's bad memories and replace them with better ones.

– … That would be hot, not gonna lie - He admits - still, it’s not me you should be asking permission for… yet -

She raises up from her safe hideout in Mikasa’s body, almond locking on black pearl as she takes in the sight of a surprised Mikasa, mouth gaped and the subtle shade of pink growing redder.

– … I … I don't know what to say, Sasha, I -

– A “yes” is good enough for me -

– Sasha! -

– Alright alright! - She holds her hands up in defeat - Look, I'm sorry for blindsiding you like this, not cool on my part I’ll admit… - She is genuinely apologetic, - I… I just need someone to make forget about this mess, if I am being honest with you - She lowers her face down in shame as she confesses her intentions - if you don’t feel like it that would be fine by me, it was worth the shot after all -

Her heart pounds against her ribcage as Mikasa gazes at her with uncertainty, a doubtful expression that flicks between Eren and her every so often, a silent understanding that she is yet to accomplish with a loved one.

Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours, her throat eager to call this off and to forget about it, her eyes locking on her sneakers and her fingers playing with each other until she felt the ever so calming hold of Mikasa’s on them, palm securing her fidgetiness as her sights get devoured by the darkness.

It takes her a couple of seconds to notice the warmness enveloping her whole, her mouth meeting the delicious flavor of mint that makes her dizzy in desire, the sudden weight of her body pilling on her little by little, threatening to make her lose balance until a particularly sharp turn made by the car throws her down, her back on the entirety of the back seat as Mikasa hoovers from above, hands floored against the cushion on either side of her head

- …If that's what you really want - Her breath is labored and erratic, her tongue swiftly licking off the remnants of her and her wrist smudging her black lipstick as she tries to get any trace left, teeth shining pretty bright making her lose any sense of control - Then so be it -

Mikasa proves to be too much to deal with the moment her hands start scouting through her body. Frisky fingers held onto her scorching hot skin as she caressed her ever-so-delightfully, her silk-like touch making her squirm on the cotton of her shirt as the wetness of her tongue took a toll on her neck, fleeting kisses meeting the crook of her shoulder and making her hold to dear life.

It takes her no effort to completely discard her plain pink blouse, her chest’s only layer of protection the lame white sports bra she wore from the gym and couldn’t bother to change out out of the bad timing of the recent events, her eyes locking on her chest with such adoration it makes her pass out on the spot.

- So beautiful… - Mikasa whispers to herself, hand shamelessly sneaking underneath the suffocating cloth around her chest, palm holding her firmly and so tenderly it embarrasses her how it manages to coax a small moan out of her - It just makes more mad to see how wasted you were on that asshole -

She could have never be able to stop her even if she tried, the quick dive in she made on her chest taking her out of guard and her brazen kisses coating her whole: Chest, nipples, underboob and everything in between. Her hold on her head and her cries of her name not enough to deter her from coating her in black lipstick kissmarks

- God - Sasha whispers this time, a switch inside her turned on now that she gets to see the gorgeous mess that Mikasa made out of her, to see the kind of desire and devotion she longed for anyone to have for her, to drown herself in her sweet delusions that somehow became her new reality

She barely notices the vehicle coming to a halt as Mikasa devours her whole yet again, knee expertly placed between her legs where she is getting hot and bothered, hands threatening to make her tight shorts come loose, and hungry kisses robbing the air out of her until she feels like passing out, tongues dancing the more their liplock skillfully lasted until-

- We arrived - Eren says from outside the window, opening the door above their heads, the coolness in the air washing over her as a bucket of water, the both of them caught like a pair of deers in headlights as he takes his sweet time admiring the view he deems it enough, walking to back to the car instead

Mikasa is the first one to get composed, effortlessly getting out of the vehicle, leaving her alone with her thoughts, letting her process what just happened and what she should do next, pondering what could be her best course of action until the harsh sound of the cars vault closing finally snaps her out of it.

Her eyes tried to adjust to the sudden light of the lamps lighting up to their arrival, the both of them exchanging thoughts and not courteous enough to let her join their conversation, barely getting a glimpse of their conversation that she wasn’t trying to eavesdrop at all…

Seriously, she was not!

It isn’t until she sits properly and pays more attention to her surroundings that she notices that she isn’t in her parent's place yet, the parking place of the apartment complex where they were not looking close at all to the one she used to park her father’s car, back when she used to live with him before moving to Niccolo’s place…

- This isn’t my pop's place, though… - She cringes a little as she speaks, because it feels like a pathetic attempt at deflecting, trying to ignore the giant elephant in the room, but still, she gotta get her answers

- I can tell - Eren answers back, a small smile directed at her as Mikasa berates him with a slap on the chest

If it weren’t because he was her best friend’s boyfriend she would kick where it would hurt him the most for mocking her like that…

- I assumed you were gonna stay with us - He says as he throws one of her backpacks over his shoulder, her large suitcase in one of his hands as the other one hands her the small purse she had with her - It didn’t look like you were done back there, to be fair -

…

Ok, at least it was not awkward anymore

But still

He could use a thing or two about subtleness

He hurries himself into Mikasa for a tight half-hug before she can get too mad to him, making her best performance of trying to talk sense into him until he is basically showering her in pecks and half-hearted apologies, pecking him on the mouth with very same lips that coated her whole

It’s only when he manages to tame her into her lovey-dovey soft self that he returns back to her, offering a helping hand out of courtesy, bringing her out of the car so he can lock it

- … You are unbelievable sometimes, Yeager - She allows him to keep her hand in his hold, a reassuring grip that she doesn’t mind at all

- What can I say, I’m really eager to see you two go at it -

It honestly takes her by surprise the way he gets close to her little by little, her body trapped between his and his car, their height gap in it’s full glory the moment she has to raise her head to meet his eyes, his frame getting dangerously close to her and his sturdy frame shadowing her whole, her mind yet again racing 100 miles per hour as she tries to find out what was going on, her face yet again taking a pinkish shade the more he studies her with his gaze, his unbothered expression turning into a mocking smile the more he realizes just how much of a hold he has on her, his hand sneakily guiding hers until-

- Jesus christ! -

She can’t help the small scream and the high-pitched gasp that she lets out when she gets to see the sudden source of warmth and hardness that meets her hand, palm mindlessly feeling up the very noticeable outline of his length that tries to bulge its way out of his pants, his hand holding hers making her aware of the culprit of her current position

- Can you feel it? - She does, she does feel its heavy weight in the palm of her hand and the way it twitches whenever she applies the smallest of pressures on it, and she can’t help but reminisce about that time she was desperate to prove that the reason Eren refused to tell how big he was in that truth or dare game they played a couple of years ago was because he was insecure about his size, and that Mikasa only reason to stick to “it’s big” as her only response was because she was being a supportive girlfriend

- It’s been like this since you teased me when you two had your fun - He makes her feel him up and down shamelessly, her hand hesitating between shying away or following his guidance, holding onto him on a tight grab that she swears it makes his breath hitch, if only a little, - Hell, I was hoping to have a turn if i am honest -

She is speechless, her mouth on a surprised “o” that she shuts as soon as she hears him snickering right in front of her, his confession making her feel a small pinch of guilt

She did this to him, whether she meant it or not, right? So it’s only fair she makes it up to him

Right?

…

It probably didn't work like that

Scratch that, it doesn’t work like that

But then again…

It’s not like she is opposed to the idea.

It would have been easier to go along with it if he wasn’t so weird about it, though

Seriously, she still can’t believe this is the guy Mikasa chose.

For real.

She lets out a sigh of relief as she makes up her mind, eyes locking onto him as she makes a point of keeping her hand right where he placed it, making sure he can feel her sharp nails digging through the fabric of his tight jeans, trying to encircle his whole girth in her palm, even if she failed to do so

She stands up on her tip-toes despite how caged she feels, blood rushing through her veins and a sense of giddy warmness swallowing her whole.

- Give me your worst, Yeager -

It’s ok

Everything it’s going to be ok…

She can’t help but wet the soft pillow as she bites it, teeth chewing so hard on the silk-like cloth it starts to hurt her jaw

Still, there is so much she can do to prevent them from driving her insane, her legs closing on Mikasa’s head not enough to deter him from making out with her lower lips

In fact, it has quite the opposite effect on the both of them, the telltale of Eren’s teeth pinching on her glutes and his hands forcing her knees apart letting her know he wasn’t a big fan of what she tried to pull off

- Do you mind? - He doesn’t bother stopping licking as he speaks, his voice muffled beyond recognition, tongue lapping at her rear mindlessly and yet so delightfully it makes her want to scream, to claw her nails on his skin and tear it open so she can’t escape from this sweet torture.

She can barely tell how long it’s been since she has found herself like this: topless, tossing and turning on their king-sized bed, her chest glued to the mattress, her hips raised in the air and with their leeching asses sucking the life out of her from below, kissing and tonguing her folds and rear alike as if it was their mission of life, slurping the very essence of her the same way a starved man lost in a desert would

And maybe, maybe that’s the reason why she can’t keep up anymore, because her wobbly knees are threatening to give up on her at any moment, her insides burning with a passion only found in the very flames of hell, her body a sweaty mess that already soddened the mattress below her, her lungs barely getting enough air by how hyperventilated she was

- …Mika!… - She cries, hand reaching behind her despite the discomfort of bending her back, barely grabbing the mess of hair in his head, trying to push him away -Please! I am-

Her pleas fall on deaf ears it seems, Mikasa’s response coming in the form of cheeky kisses on her moistness, her delicate thumbs spreading her folds open before she spits on it in such a vulgar way it has her rethinking if this was the same girl that managed to convey a million emotions in just one kiss

- What now? Quitting already? - He grabs her by the very same hand that tried to push him away, forcing it on the small of her back as he literally eats her ass whole, lips kissing her ring carelessly and yet exciting so many moans out of her as he does so

- I can’t anymore! - She can barely make sense of what she tries to say, being double timed like this was new to her, and she honestly believes it is way more than what she bargained for, the toe-curling combination of their mouths wreaking havoc on her bottom making her see starts through her eyelids

- Not good - The spank she receives is uncalled for, an open-palmed hit on her ass that has her screaming at the top of her lungs, her entire bottom half locking taut as if expecting more, the slurping sounds of Mikasa filling the room and making her realize a single spank was enough to make her come - This won’t do -

She can’t bother to make sense of what was going on, her mind barely registering his words and instead focusing on trying to handle the overload of sensations and the overstimulation they forced on her, enduring as much of their abuse as she could before she is crying for mercy, fighting for a battle that she already lost

Because she would be deluding herself if she said that she wasn’t enjoying this, being the sole focus of their attention, worshiped as a divine being that flatters them just by her mere presence

A divine being that has been profaned by their tarnished, blasphemous souls.

- Mmgh! - She muffles against the pillow yet again, an increase in their tempo that almost felt like they were demanding her attention, little moans coming out of her the more their wicked synchronization took a toll on her body, her thighs quivering hard and her mind a foggy mess that she is sure it's going to shutdown at any moment

- Whaa…- She drags her words as she tries to speak, mouth shifting every so often between voicing her content in the loudest cries of want and gasping for air like a madwoman in her deathbed, the sudden introduction of Mikasa’s digits rubbing and pinching her clit throwing her to the very edge, and Eren’s tongue parting her behind sealing the deal for her

For she has already given up, she can’t no more, their wicked duo proving to be too much for her to handle alone, her sight quickly blurring despite her effort to keep her last stand and her thighs shaking uncontrollably for one last time before everything comes loose, the sudden spike on her upper walls destroying the knot on her insides for good, adorning the mattress with yet another dark spot as she can do nothing to prevent herself from coming undone right in front of their eyes, the halt in their ministrations and their exaggerated reactions letting her know she is flooding like a broken faucet

Shadows overcome her vision as the smallest trace of strenght escapes from her body, the sensation of a hundred hands handling her form as a minor inconvenience, a million lips coating her whole, congratulating and cherishing her for making it this far, to please worry not anymore, for they will handle thing now onwards

And that, honestly, it’s what she wanted the most.

#aot smut #aot #eremikasasha #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #sasha braus

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colorful-white-ideas · 7 months ago

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You do not want to post but can you direct where we can see what happened with the IG ? Wasn't even aware he had another. He really should stop with the IG stuff though, it isn't doing him any favours. If he wants an account be completely private or have a official one for his work. This is my only bug with Bill personally, he picks and chooses too much and dances on the line with privacy and others in his personal life haven't helped with this. If he wants privacy he needs to be private

As far as I know some fake account left a comment on bob.bysill saying something negative abour one Bill's daughters ( i didn't dive much into it , although I can guess what was said) so after that he went private.

There was a lot of debate about if that acc was Bill's or not , for me it was his since the beginning but for others the confirmation came after this incident.

If he doesn't want to publicly state he's in social media , that´s fine? at least he's no longer neglecting his public side like before ( Bill is now giving interviews , photoshoots, pics with fans). If he just wants to leave at speculation if the acc is his or not well that's a valid way to protect himself ... Because if he really had one verified acc the comments will be filled with " is it true that the children are not yours" " your GF did this and that" . Picking and choosing is not a problem. He's was no longer talking badly about sm presence or that he hates the superficiality of fame and bla bla.

People are confusing things, he's not a reality star or a tiktok/reel star to turn his family life into SM content. He is not obligated to open up his personal business just because he opened an ig acc.

When some of us were accusing Bill of contradicting himself was because we never got updates from his team , we barely knew about his work. And the little we got came from A in a shady way. THAT HAS CHANGED he is having control of the narrative now and decided to draw a big red line: his kids. Going private was the right answer to not feed the trolls. If he later creates a new ig acc with a profile picture of bluey, 0 posts and 0 follows to go undercover ... then great !

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minerwarfare-suzuya · 2 years ago

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Aftermath

Miles Ownership timeline drama

Public Announcement

So, apparently Mobox87 has blocked me (not surprising or upsetting. Not like I'm going to have an outburst like I did in 2016) and messaged Kevonica about my post on Miles due to how she's brought up in it. I just want to clarify that she wouldn't have been brought up at all if she didn't put Miles on a pedestal for any issues that he causes with artists or with Mobox87 fans. So, yeah not my fault you get dragged into drama because Miles has to bring you into the argument for his defense.

But-

I will just say that I won't do another rant post on Mobox since I don't want to thrive on that to where she's becoming more uncomfortable being online than she already is. I don't support her IRL stalker and online stalker madbox91 harassment nor do I wish her to harm herself like she did before over Zombify's Twitter thread and feel that she needs to be taken off the internet by deleting her accounts all over social media.

I've come to a point where I don't care if Mobox87 apologizes because her and I will never be on good terms which the same could be said to her ex-friends that were once close to her. Plus, her apologies won't ever go into details on what she's done wrong since they always go on to say "I've done some bad things" (like what did you do?) or victimize herself saying "I was a manipulable person" (that neglects the fact that you made bad decisions on your own sense of mind not by others requests or demands). Either way, it's whatever at this point. I don't need 21 apologies for her to say publicly or privately to everyone.

Honestly, what goes on with Mobox87's art is whatever at this point. As long as she keeps explicit content on a second account that isn't advertised on her main then that's fine. Some may disagree but that's a post I'll talk about soon since I do want some understanding on what can work with mature story tellng.

So, Mobox this won't be the last you'll hear from me. Not until I make one last post on giving a sneak peek of my script segment "Understanding" which will later follow up with a Maverick video posted here. For now, do whatever you want Mobox. Anything and everything said about you has been done.

In other words, I'll leave you alone for now since I do want you to succeed expectations to prove that you have changed as a person online.

Anyways!

Miles responded to my timeline post, specifically part 6 of my post cause I showed how he wanted to be in a committed relationship with a minor that was 16 who barely becoming 17.

Apparently he's been calling out Kevonica, Cagney and I out. Kev has been getting labeled as homophobic, racists and a pedophile with no evidence provided against her.

Most of the stuff said on his new account is just propaganda to make him look like he's the victim in the situation I called him out in. It's quite honestly no surprise he'd stoop so low as to label us as something we're not with out any evidence.

So just know that Miles is saying shit out of his ass.

One example being that he posted on his Instagram account "human_anthony_dust" and reposted on his new Tumblr account, calling me out as a pedo still and lying about how I "claimed false age" to his OC that he bought from Mobox87.

Which again he never announced the age of the OC publicly. Even then you can age up characters in drawings but I didn't since the OC is 30 years old or in his 30s. He's complaining over nothing.

Vinsnake is literally William Afton created as a fantasy character for Faces of Nothing. William Afton is a character in his 30s in which Mobox87 herself made Vinsnake around that exact age as it was originally attended.

Again, Miles never made the character 16 years old until he bitched about my drawing in response for harassing Yuriviq on DeviantArt.

Ironic though-

You made a character 16 years old last minute while you were trying to get with someone who you said was a 16 year old.

Even more ironic, that most of the OCs you kept the longest were kid OCs from Mobox87 while the adult OCs you owned were sold off first.

Doesn't really help your case after admitting you wanted to be with someone under 18.

Oh but wait-

I suppose you did take Kev's own words into consideration.

But that contradicts your deleted post before publicly sharing that "Important info".

You're obviously lying to protect your image and make Kev look guilty for showing me her conversation with you so I can look like I'm the dumb one jumping to conclusions.

The last response from Miles was this. Still being misleading and excusing his own actions

The following list says.

• Kevonica, Cagney and I look down at people for simple human mistakes.

Ah yes because saying I like a 16 year old barely becoming 17 while still under 18 when you're 21 surely is a "simple" human mistake.

Heck maybe the harassment all over Amino without remorse was a "simple" human mistake.

Surely, that IP ban you did to someone over a drawing of your paid OC was a "simple" human mistake.

• Lie about others and only care what they think is the correct answer.

Miles, that is you as a person. You fit that description cause you are a liar and only care what you think.

• Sick of our mental abuse, harassment and cuber bullying

Mental abuse? Where is the evidence on that of us ever doing that? Harassment and Cyber bullying is what you do since you fucken spam our DMs at 7 in the morning to talk out of your ass!

• Time to take a real adult step

You're a literal man. Whose a cry baby and the epitome of a bitch online over your petty nonsense. Like get that in your head. I'm not the one with entitlement over stupid reasons and lack of common sense.

Anyways, I'm just going to end it here because this asshole begged for a response after I went silent. So, here it is because you practically asked for it. This was your moment.

#human anthony dust #kawaii jeffery kun #minerwarfaresuzuya #mod cagney #kevonica

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i. biography. ii. statistics. iii. connections.

NAME / Estefania ‘Tefi’ Crystal Betancourt AGE / 32, born on July 28th, 1992 GENDER & PRONOUNS / Cis woman, she/her ORIENTATION / Bisexual MARITAL STATUS / Married to Matthew Foster… for now HOMETOWN / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania RESIDENCE / Oak Gardens Cardinal Hill, Blue Harbor, Illinois as of 2024 OCCUPATION / Server at Waterway Diner Barista at Latte Love

SUMMARY,

trigger warnings — parental neglect, drugs mention, toxic relationship(s), homelessness/unhoused mention.

Tefi grew up the baby of a large family. Along with the privileged position of being the youngest, her parents grew more and more lax with each child they had. The freedom she was given as a child was inappropriate, but that was not indicative of the love her parents held for her (or so Tefi thought). Some could say they were lazy parents, but Tefi viewed them as trusting—she always knew if she really fucked up, mom and dad would be there for her, but she was given free rein to make as many mistakes as she needed to learn and grow.

With their hippie-like parenting style, Tefi did indeed have free rein. As long as she let them or her older siblings know where she was going, Tefi had the freedom to roam about King of Prussia all hours of the day. She didn’t care about her grades, viewing class only as an opportunity to hang out with her friends, and her family didn’t press the importance of schooling as much as they should’ve. In Tefi’s mind, she was treated like an adult at home, so she was supposed to be treated like an adult everywhere else in society. Adults got to decide if they cared about school, and only in seventh grade, Estefania knew that she didn’t. All she cared about was having fun.

By the skin of her teeth, the grace of god, or some administrator’s pity, Tefi barely graduated high school with no plans for higher education. While her friends were going all over the country for college, Tefi stayed in Philly and joined the workforce at her parents’ insistence. Becoming a server at the local Perkins, it became the first job in a long, long line of customer service jobs for Tefi.

Eternally getting hired at a job, then quitting or getting fired within months, Tefi acquired a friend group that also enjoyed nothing more than getting high in the afternoons and getting drunk all night. On one such night out at a bar, Estefania noticed a boy with icy blue eyes and an aquiline nose. The night ended with Tefi infatuated with him, knowing him only as Foster. Quickly, they fell in love. Just as quick, their new relationship turned messy and toxic—though Tefi, at the time, preferred to think of them as passionate.

A few months into their relationship, after countless nights of breaking up, making up, and breaking up again, Tefi awoke one morning in a motel room in Atlantic City, with a ring on her finger and her husband in bed next to her. Unfortunately, marriage did not fix their relationship, and they continued their toxic cycle. Until one fateful night, during another argument after she found out that he slept with her best friend, Foster walked out of their apartment and slammed the door behind him, never to return again.

Extremely upset for the first few months in his absence, she all but forgot Foster when she focused on her new passion: being famous. Setting out to Los Angeles, Tefi tried her hardest to jumpstart a career in acting, singing, or modeling. The hitch was that she wasn’t naturally talented at any of it. All of her ventures to be a celebrity failed, including a brief stint on The Bachelor and multiple attempts to start a social media influencer account; she was still stuck working dead end customer service jobs.

After ten years in L.A. with nothing to show for it, she again focused on a new passion: becoming a trophy wife. Soon, her prayers were answered when she met a rich man named Ralph. She was willing to do whatever he wanted as long as he gave her whatever she wanted, and lucky for her, Ralph wanted the same arrangement. Another whirlwind romance, he proposed on Christmas.

There was just one teeny, tiny, little problem: She was already married. Fucking Foster, a man she hadn’t thought about in years, still found ways to fuck everything up. She had no idea where he went off to after he disappeared, so it wasn’t like she could track him down and force him to divorce her for good. It wasn’t until she came clean to Ralph about her marital status that he hired a private investigator to find her ex.

And find him, they did: Blue Harbor, Illinois. Ralph gave her plane ticket and a mission to find Foster, get him to sign the divorce papers, and return all within a week. If she didn’t, she was going to get thrown out on her ass. Unfortunately, the moment she finally found Foster after arriving in town, he disappeared—again! The harder she tried to catch him around town, the more he avoided her. No one would tell her where he worked and anyone she asked about his whereabouts had the gall to act like she was some crazy stalker. It had been a whole week since she arrived in town and no one would help her, Foster apparently ceased existing, and Ralph grew more paranoid the longer she stayed in Blue Harbor.

One week turned into two, then three, then four. After the fourth week with the papers still unsigned, Ralph made good on his promise, dumped her, and evicted her from his condo. Stuck in Illinois with very little no money, no car, and nowhere to stay after Ralph stopped paying for her room at the Weaver Inn, she had to make some money fast. Luckily, serving was quick, easy money, so she walked into the nearest restaurant to her as she walked down the street—which turned out to be Waterway Diner—and started work that day.

Housing was still an issue, though. The owner rejected her request to sleep in one of the booths and the cash tips she made weren’t enough for a hotel room. Sitting on the curb outside the restaurant, sobbing into her hands as she tried to reconcile with the fact that she would likely be sleeping on a park bench that night, a good samaritan walked by and offered to let her crash on their couch.

The offer to stay over was supposed to last for a night, but now a month later, Tefi has pretty much permanently moved in. Still trying to think up a plan for her future, she’s still focused on the now, and right now, all she wants to do is make Foster pay for the havoc he’s wrecked over her life. She just wanted him to sign the divorce papers, but now she’ll make sure they’re married until the end of time, as long as he ends up as unhappy as she is.

PERSONALITY,

On the surface, Estefania seems like an effortlessly cool, carefree girl; always smiling and decked out in funky, vintage clothing and jewelry, ready to party at any moment’s notice. This is a trap! Tefi is incredibly messy, self-centered, and capricious. She’s constantly getting into shenanigans, sometimes nearly risking her life (or others) by heading blindly into danger, and pulls innocent bystanders into her bullshit all the time. She uses her charms and assets to fool people into thinking she’s some blithe, vivacious bohemian, only for them to learn quickly that she’s a toxic brat. Basically, she wants to be a manic pixie dream girl, and learned the wrong lesson from Gone Girl lol.

It’s not completely a front, though. Tefi genuinely wants everyone to be happy (except Foster) and is your go-to woman for fun nights out. She has trouble with boundaries, though, and always takes things too far if no one’s watching her.

Tefi is a lover of all things mid-century modern. She spends a lot of her free time perusing antique malls, scrolling through Esty and Ebay, and amassing a large collection of vintage clothing. She feels naked without rings on every finger, multiple piercings in her ears, and at least two necklaces. It’s not strange to see her in glittery disco pants and a peasant blouse in the grocery store at ten in the morning, mind ya business. She loves pastels, campy movies, and considers Sharon Tate to be a personal hero.

She has a lot of growing up to do. Though she’s in her thirties, she still acts like a twenty-something and resents the idea that she somehow has to mature. Tefi wants someone to always take care of her, while also giving her the same freedom she became accustomed to at a young age. She feels a sense of jealousy over her peers having stable jobs, families, and property, but ultimately doesn’t want to be like them. She likes herself (most of the time), why can’t everyone else?

CONNECTIONS,

specific connections,

HER HUSBAND (1/1) / Matthew Foster, and her number one enemy. Though she truly loved him at one point in her life, he’s now persona non grata because she blames him for her current predicament. If he hadn’t avoided her, she’d be home in L.A. with signed divorce papers and the ability to marry her rich boyfriend. Not only that, but he’s happy with an esteemed job, sweet girlfriend, and many friends. It’s just so totally NOT fair!

HER SAVIORS (2/2) / This person was the one to offer up their couch to Tefi once they saw her crying on the sidewalk last month. We can discuss if they’re happy she’s still sleeping on their couch or if they’re on the verge of kicking her out lol @thecjwelford / @sebastianvora

general connections,

CUSTOMERS / If your character has come to the Waterway Diner within recent weeks, then they’ve likely seen Tefi. Despite her lack of passion for serving, she’s a veteran waitress that has worked various food service jobs for over a decade now, so she knows what she’s doing. We can develop deeper plots throughout this connection, but this can be a good starting place for any of the suggestions below!

FRIENDS / Tefi is new to Blue Harbor, but she has an easy time making friends, mostly because she’s extremely extroverted. She’s the typical girl in the bar bathroom giving out compliments and unsolicited advice. At the outset, she’s a fun, cool girl with eclectic style and lots of energy, so most don’t see her darker side until they’ve gotten to know her. She will also steal your clothes, so watch out!

ENEMIES / While she has ease making friends, she has ease making enemies as well. Maybe she fucked your muse over, flirted with your character’s boy/girlfriend, stole something from them, or any other reason we can think of to make them fight lol. Usually she’s not that petty with relative strangers, but with Foster making her so angry, she can spare some of that anger for others as well.

PARTY BUDDIES / Estefania is a party girl first and foremost! She spends most of her nights at the bar or at someone’s house, drinking and smoking weed. Their relationship wouldn’t be deep in any sense, but whenever they want someone to show them a good time, Tefi is their first call.

CONFIDANT (0/1) / Again, Tefi is new to the scene, so this would be developed from a general friend connection, but Tefi has moments of vulnerability and your muse is the person she turns to whenever she’s feeling particularly down. Normally she’s all go-go-go but this is the friend she sits on the couch and watches movies with, tells all her hopes and dreams to, and gives her advice (that she likely won’t follow) whenever she requests it. Knowing Tefi, this is kind of a one-sided relationship, but she would try to be there for them in the same capacity as they are for her.

PARTNER-IN-REVENGE (2/2) / This person knows the extent of her anger for Foster, so they help her cook up schemes to make his life hell. I imagine this person either also dislikes her husband or they just think Tefi’s quest for revenge is hilarious. She gives up her quest a few months into play, but for now, they help her think up pranks and tricks. / @sebastianvora, @thecjwelford

SEXUAL INTERESTS / C’mon, Tefi is super hot, so it wasn’t hard for her to find someone to hook up with. Either it could be a one-night-stand or a casual hookup, but Tefi has no plans to start up a relationship with them or anyone else in town.

ROMANTIC INTERESTS / Just because she has no plans to start up a relationship with anyone doesn’t mean it won’t happen, though! It likely won’t be serious at the start, but Tefi falls in love hard and quick, and unfortunately is still pretty toxic. She’ll try not to get into a cycle of fighting and making up like she had with Foster, but she doesn’t want to be a doormat like she was with Ralph, either (they both fucked her over in the end, anyhow!).

And anything else we can think of!! IM me <3 also it would be really funny if someone recognized her from her one episode of the bachelor lol

#* inspiration / history.#intro.bh #velouria / 31 / est / she & her.

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